A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Two - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Two

... torn clothing and playing bounce-the-booby. “Les’ go back inside and fuck while ewwerwee one watches, baby. Ya wanna?”

Actually, she didn't wanna. But it was a piece of information about him and having information about someone was always to your advantage.

Falco fell back into the still open doorframe of the tavern. She pulled him back up. Yeah, you are in shape to have sex in front of everyone, she thought. She turned him in the direction of his room and pushed the exhibitionist wannabe forward toward home.

Back inside, she heard some wag shout “Someone’s gettin’ lucky tonight!” and was greeted by raucous laughter and cheers as the door slammed shut behind them. Llisanya was really annoyed at being the butt of the joke. There’s a better way for a rogue to make her living, she thought.

Outside in the dark, he kissed her like only an obnoxious drunk can. She humoured him by letting him press his lips to hers. He was too sloshed to realize she wasn’t kissing him back with any enthusiasm. Llisanya was experienced enough to know that right now she need not act like she actually liked him. Once he was sober, she would need to start laughing at his jokes and fawning over his masculinity but no acting was needed in his current state.

“Less go t’yer place! You ‘ill b’ glad.” He bent and clumsily kissed her breast.

“I’m taking you home to your place” she countered then added coaxingly. “I’ll fuck you there if you want.” On that promise, he dutifully allowed her to ...

... lead him on. She was pretty sure he would pass out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Falco would later have a fuzzy memory of standing unsteadily in the middle of the street near his inn leaning on someone. He would later assume it had been Llisanya. “I live here” he told that someone.

The only way they had found their way to Falco’s crummy abode was by virtue of the address she had found when she had picked his pocket. That was all that was in his wallet. He had spent the rest plus a good part of hers on what was in his stomach. She helped him up to his room and as she had predicted he fell into bed, insensible before he hit the mattress.

Llisanya stared down at her “mark”, snoring loudly. She was pretty sure he best not go to Blackburrow tomorrow in the condition he would be in. For his sake she hoped he would not try.

As she stood there wondering what to do next, she seriously considered leaving this clown to dream away, telling Ellister the whole scheme was a bust and here’s your twenty silver back. But she had already spent most of that silver on booze for Mr. Shirt Ripper and the rest would have to pay for a new top. She looked around the room. There must be something she could steal worth twenty silver.

The contents of the room were not impressive. Some really poor quality chain mail armour was tossed over a crudely made chair. An extra shirt hung in the closet, made of jute. Lastly, there was a tin sword. Was he really thinking he should venture into ...