A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Three - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Three

... on her untanned mushies fully revealed to him. They weren’t obnoxious ka-blonkers but they were large and topped with delectable nipples that were rising into tiny towers while he watched. His boner grew and he fought the urge to press it against her cute ass.

Too soon she mastered the technique and he had no further excuse to keep his hands on her. He reluctantly let her go to practice on her own but the feel of her standing against him so accepting of his closeness for that short time distracted him from his duties all day. He told himself she had not deliberately leaned back into him a little. It was wistful thinking on his part. Still, was there not a reason those nipples had risen so high as he held her?

The memory of that day at practice now intruded on his thoughts. With her boobs half exposed, he was once more being treated to a good view of her big orbs, nipples just barely hidden.

Putting off for a moment the real reason he had come knocking on her door, he reached up to pull the blanket away from one breast. Cadwarra was a little surprised by how forward her trainer was being but was now used to all these males just helping themselves to a handful of her assets whenever they liked. She stood there respectfully as his hand explored.

He cupped the ample mammary and weighed the large quantity of breastmeat in the palm of his hand. “Your tits are so big, Miss Cadwarra. I have been meaning to speak to you about them. They are somewhat of an encumbrance ...

... while you are swinging your mace and also during archery. An acquaintance of mine named Ellister is known to sell breast reduction charms to reduce them. You may wish to contact him.”

“Yes, Trainer.” she responded dutifully. There was no way she would insult Tunare by reducing the natural size of her breasts. Especially since she was quite proud of them. Still, out of respect to her trainer’s professional opinion, she stood there patiently while he objectively assessed her body’s suitability as regards the fighting arts.

The trainer, having quickly concluded his official assessment of her body’s fighting fitness oddly did not release her boob from his grasp. He kept fondling it. Perhaps he was assessing how much they were prone to shift and send her off balance during her practice duels. It seemed to her to be a trivial matter at best and frankly, she had never been bothered by their size with respect to swings with her mace or using a bow. And why was he squeezing it quite similar to the way father and son had done last night in the Inn?

“I will leave it to you how you wish to deal with the size of your breasts.” he assured her. Even so, he continued to feel her up. He was already kicking himself for suggesting such a stupid thing as reducing the size of her magnificent endowment. Could he not have come up with a better excuse to explain his obvious interest in her tits?

“There was another matter that brought me here today. I have a group of Dwarves looking for a ...