A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Five - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Five

Cadwarra made sure she arrived at Marshall Vishra’s office as early as possible. She was dressed in her best dress, which wasn’t much given her limited financial resources.

She was so early she sat waiting for an hour in the outer office for Vishra to arrive while his clerk alternated between doing paperwork and ogling her big tits. Her nipples grew hard under his leer and thus he leered even more.

Captain Penley walked in shortly thereafter accompanied by that young cum licking guard. She ordered him to sit and he took a seat opposite Cadwarra. She gave that floozy Cadwarra a hard look and was about to ask why she had not reported to Vishra last night as ordered. Luckily for Cadwarra the clerk interrupted to advise Penley “Captain, I have those arrest papers for that Gnome, Sprockfuddle. We can pick him up as soon as we have your signature.”

“Ah, yes. Sprockfuddle’s arrest.” She scribbled her name on the writ’s last page and added “Don’t be too gentle.” And with that, she left, having forgotten about that girl of loose morals, Cadwarra.

Both Cadwarra and the guard sat quietly and tried to pretend he had not licked a gallon of cum off her face yesterday in a ‘career limiting move’. Both privately remembered the yummy taste of the Barbarians’ jizz.

When Vishra finally arrived he ignored the guard and looked at Cadwarra’s chest. “Are you Cadwarra?” he asked her breasts.

“Yes” her mouth answered. She wished her nipples would go back to sleep but what can a ...

... horny Feir’Dal girl do when men overtly betrayed their base thoughts and wake her body up by that attention? Tunare wished her to attract males to celebrate and she was now used to getting lots of opportunities to do so. A night in a lonely bed had left her wishing for some manly attention today.

“I will need to speak with you in my private office.” Vishra motioned her to the door which presumably lead there. As he followed Cadwarra in he turned to his clerk and added “I will need you to take minutes of our discussion.”

The three of them left the guard sitting in the front office to ponder his lustful stupidity of last afternoon and the benefits of not being a queer cum-gobbler in front of your superior officer.

Vishra had an office the size of a banquet hall. His desk and chairs were in one corner. The rest was empty. Divers weapons and shields hung on the walls. Padding carpetted most of the floor. Cadwarra guessed correctly it doubled as a training room.

Cadwarra was motioned to sit in a hard chair. The Marshall loomed over her not speaking.

Rather than waiting for Vishra to begin she instead spoke up to end the painful silence. “I vow I won’t ever allow myself to be unavailable to join an adventuring group again. I cannot apologize enough for letting those Dwarves down yesterday.” Her voice quavered in shame and apprehension.

“What Dwarves are you talking about?” asked Vishra, confused.

“The Dwarves going to Blackburrow...” she tried to explain more but ...