A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Three - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Three

... protege was not just going to lose him his job if it ever came to light; his bit of lechery could get him into one of the Queen’s Guard’s prison cells for a long stretch of time. He had better get out of there.

“I think that is more than enough for today...er...considering the great progress you have made already this morning” he prevaricated while buttoning his shirt. “I am afraid I will need to be going. I will send you a message when it is time for some...er...advanced training.”

Trandall knew the last thing he should be doing was arranging for them to get together for some ‘advanced training’ but he also knew he was going to do just that. What was he thinking, he asked himself? He was married.

With that he departed without so much as a “thanks-for-the-fuck”.

Guiltily, he closed the door to her room very quietly, hoping no one would see him leaving her quarters. He did not even leave her a gift, which Cadwarra was now thinking was the polite custom in this city.

Next door, the high elf had heard the whole thing. She recognized the voice of Trandall. He had bedded her the previous week and she had dared to think he thought she was special. Now disabused of that delusion she had sat in her room both aroused and jealous, angry and horny. She had masturbated to the fuck sounds coming through the walls.

She did not begrudge her neighbour her pleasure, but she hated Trandall for his deceit...both to her and to that silly but kind Wood Elf next ...

... door.

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Falco woke up in the early afternoon hugging his warm pillow. He had a terrible hangover. He recalled that he was drinking heavily in the tavern earlier in the evening but he had no memory of the rest of the night. He hazily recalled walking home in the dark with someone holding him up.

His apartment had only one window. It was large and ran right down to the floor. By the angle of the sun shining through it he knew he had slept half of the day and had missed the group going to Blackburrow this morning.

They had told him to meet at the Claymore in North Qeynos at the crack of dawn or they would leave without him. Bloody rude bastards were no doubt long gone. They had been clearly reluctant to include him but after some pestering they had relented. He had resented that they acted like they were doing him a favour; like it was an act of charity to have him along.

The group had indeed given up on him, as he suspected. The group was glad he had not shown up. No one offered to “give him another five minutes” before they went off to the trainer Trandall to get him to find that nice Wood Elf they had met in the Caves. She would round out their party well.

Falco lay there thinking how he had blown his chance to get in with a group that was sure to have had some monetary success. It was all because of his overindulgence last night. And he had overindulged to forgot about that slut Cadwarra. He now blamed her for missing ...