A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Three - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Three

... presently soft state it certainly was tiny, but he was too sick to worry about her seeing how inadequate it was.

Notwithstanding his hangover, he was still enough of a male to notice her nice figure as she walked nude over to her clothes piled on the floor. He got a nice view of her shapely buttocks and compact vulva from behind as she bent down to pull something out of a pocket of a torn shirt. Why was she wearing a torn shirt?

She came back holding a small vial of something. Her bare breasts jutted out. Whereas Cadwarra’s larger, fuller breasts would have swayed and bobbed delightfully as she walked toward him, the taut breasts of this stranger stood firm and high with hardly a jiggle. His hands wanted to squeeze and knead them so he could see if they were just as soft as Cadwarra’s despite sitting on her chest as if made of stone.

“A friend of mine makes potions” she explained, sitting on the edge of the bed and unstoppering the vial. She handed it to Falco. “Drink it, it should cure your hangover.” She had a business arrangement with a Ratonga alchemist who gave her a good deal on any potions she needed but this was still one more expense that was eating into that lousy twenty silver grubstake for which she had negotiated. She had underestimated her costs.

Falco trustingly swallowed the potion. It was fayberry flavoured and went down easily. Despite her promise of a cure nothing happened. He still had a fucking bloody great hangover.

He suddenly realized he ...

... had just let a total stranger pour something down his throat. Panicked, he opened his mouth to accuse the bitch of poisoning him or kidnapping him or something. He angrily thought about slapping her hard a few times to smarten her up.

The thought of slapping a woman around instantly aroused him. He imagined making her cry and that excited him immensely. This seemed to trigger something in the potion and in an instant his headache had disappeared. He was no longer nauseous. His heartburn had ended. He felt full of energy. The hangover was gone. She had told the truth about the potion.

He glanced at her perched nude on the edge of his bed, looking ready for sex. Those incredible tits were within reach. He suddenly had a full boner for her. It was at full mast and then some. It pointed straight at her, fucking near smiling. She glanced down and smiled back at it then looked him in the eyes. She had very nice eyes. “Pretty good potion, right?”

He had to agree and his suspicious anger calmed.

“Nice hard on” she said bluntly, looking back down at his dick. She reached over and gripped it in her hand. With her fingers curled around the shaft she stroked gently and looked at him. “This is my favourite way to start the day.” He had to agree.

She looked back down at his erection and stroked a bit faster. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you cum. Not before you use your handsome little fellow, here, like you used it on me last night.”

Well, that stuff about him pleasing her ...