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

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Four Section B

... left him there dying alone. No one in town ever knew where she ran off to.

Years later she was in New Halas doing an “errand” for an associate. Drinking in the local alehouse was Mommy. She recognized Mommy when their eyes met for a split second across the gorange* of the bar. Not recognizing her own daughter, her mother had drunkenly growled at her “what are you looking at, Bitch!” and sucked back her shot of whisky.

Llisanya made sure they ran into each other later that night in a dark corner of town. “You again!” Mommy had sneered as she lurched toward her child. “What’s your problem, Cunt?”

“My problem? My problem...

Mommy

...is you left me with Daddy!” Llisanya stabbed that same patricidal dagger into Mommy’s eye. It slid easily deep into her brain. She masturbated that night thinking about Daddy’s loving.

*Gorange: Rhymes with orange. 1) A group of strangers who have nothing in common but are having a great conversation 2) A physical location where a group of strangers are likely to form a gorange, 3) a corner of a bar.

Still enjoying Falco’s early morning caresses, Llisanya remained still. She had to stop dwelling on the past and plan her next move. This whole scam was going on too long. A couple of platinum coins, or maybe more, would pay for room and board for a half a year and surely she could finish this up quickly. She needed to move this “small-penis, sell-him-an-expensive-magical-charm” game along faster.

Not sure how to keep things ...

... moving her thoughts instead wandered back to her family. She thought about what Daddy would do with his whole hand. She had not liked that, but perversely she still frequently masturbated to that memory.

And now she knew how to proceed...

Falco kissed his sleeping companion’s neck. A contented sigh escaped her. She turned in her sleep to face him. He realized her eyes were open.

“How long have you been awake, Sweetie?” she snuggled into him.

“Not long” he replied. “Did my hand on your tit wake you?”

“I think so, but that’s alright.” She sat up on her elbow and cupped her perfect breast in her hand as she lifted it to his mouth. She stuck a rising nipple between his lips. “Suck me” she offered. “Have fun.”

He nibbled on her nipple, making it rise and thicken. The humiliation of last afternoon was still fresh in his mind and he felt no strong sexual urge despite enjoying the nipple.

“Before you fuck me some more get me wet this time” she told him bluntly and guided his fingers to her slit. She either did not realize he was not in the mood or did not care.

He obediently stuck two fingers into the folds of her labia. As they parted he pushed in up to the second knuckle and fingered her soft insides. Despite himself, his loins stirred.

“Use three fingers” she told him. He did.

She mewed a little. “Deeper” she told him. “I want to feel some serious girth.”

He did not like that she was maybe implying his own girth was insufficient but obediently went in ...