A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Four Section B - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Four Section B

It was dark when Falco woke up holding the Half Elf in his arms. What’s-her-Name breathed softly as she slumbered. In his sleep he had cupped her warm breast and he saw no reason to remove his hand. He gently squeezed it, feeling it yield in his palm. Those tits, for all their firmness, were as soft as Cadwarra’s. He felt the nipple. It had usually been erect when he saw it. Now it was soft and flush to the breast. His finger circled it absent-mindedly.

As the rising sun began to lighten the skies in the east, he lay there reliving the humiliation of the previous afternoon. He wondered why she had closed the curtains in his moment of extreme embarrassment. Had it just been something she had done to cover her own shame or did she do it for him?

He remembered how the late afternoon sun had shone on her as she stretched up to her full height to reach the curtain. She had stood starkers in front of the onlookers, square to the window as she fumbled with the drape. Without a shred of modesty she did that while everyone saw her bare breasts and wet vadge. She had had no modesty, showing everything. He concluded she had drawn the curtain for his sake.

He was glad she had done that, but it puzzled him. Why would she do something nice when it served her no good? He would have let someone in that situation stand there like a fool. He would have laughed just as hard as people had laughed at him.

He gave up on that conundrum to puzzle on another. He had still not found a ...

... way to discover her name. He blushed to remember he had even fruitlessly checked her panties for their owner’s name sewn on the waistband. This was getting frustrating.

Llisanya lay there for a long time in Falco’s embrace, pretending to sleep. For once Falco was being gentle. It felt good to feel his finger tip run lightly over her nipple while his hand fondled her boob. It was soothing and with the upsetting dream she had just had she needed soothing.

She had dreamed about her crappy parents and the night Mommy had left. They were arguing. Daddy wanted to fuck right then. Mommy didn’t want to fuck at all. She drunkenly slapped him. He drunkenly smacked her back. She slammed the door and was gone.

Her father did not bother to chase after her. “You’re of age now” he told Llisanya “and your young tits are just as pretty as your Mom’s,” He pushed her onto the bed and crawled on top of her.

She loved that Daddy loved her more than he loved Mommy. But he did things she did not like. He did those things every night.

One day, she made a deal with the weaponsmith down the road. She loved the weaponsmith the way she loved Daddy. When it was done and the sweaty weaponsmith got back off of her he paid her with the gift of a dagger, as agreed.

That night when Daddy came to be loved she instead stuck the dagger deep into him and slashed leftward across his stomach. She laughed at the dumb look on his face as he crouched there on the floor trying to hold his guts in. She ...