A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Fifteen, Section B

As soon as she left the Cess Pool, Llisanya headed to South Qeynos and reviewed the tasks Vishra had just given her. The first couple of chores would be easy; she was to handle some money issues, relay some messages and pick up some items. A more difficult task would be later that night dealing with Amber Vishra. The last task was in a couple days and was most unpleasant.

She knocked on the door next to Cadwarra’s room. The High Elf opened it to find that big-eyed Half Elf sweetie standing there. “Hello, Cutie. I hope this is a social visit.” Without asking permission, she slid her hand under Llisanya’s blouse to cup her left breast.

Llisanya allowed herself to be fondled. It was obvious that this neighbour was spying on Cadwarra and Diamander for Vishra and she wanted to remain on good terms with her. Besides, that hand on her breast felt pleasant. Her nipples rose in approval of the touch of another woman.

“I am sorry, My Lady, but it’s business. Marshall Vishra wonders if you might drop by as soon as you can.”

The High Elf was disappointed not to be able to enjoy Llisanya’s caresses but was resigned to her other obligations. “Any idea what he would want?” Her finger and thumb playfully pulled Llisanya’s hard nipple.

“I assume he has your weekly fee and if I may warn you, I left him kinda horny. Have you enjoyed his attentions yet?

Her hand slid over to cup Llisanya’s other breast. She gently lifted it as if trying to guess how much it weighed. “I have not yet had the honour” she answered Llisanya while she squeezed the soft tit.

“He is rather large. At least for me. Other women do not seem to share my complaint.”

“I would certainly enjoy finding that out for myself.” She removed her hand from under Llisanya’s blouse and thoughtfully smoothed the material back down. She turned to grab a jacket. With a quick apology to Llisanya and a good-bye kiss she trotted down the stairs as if anxious to find out just how big Vishra really was. She feared she’d be disappointed. The Half Elf was so small, afterall, and might be misjudging his proportions. Surely he could not be as big as the Sergeant’s son.

Llisanya turned and knocked on Cadwarra’s door. From inside, a male and female voice called out in unison “It’s open!”

Cadwarra was standing topless in the middle of the room. Her bare boobs perched there on her chest, visible for whoever it turned out to be at the door. She stood next to a seated male, shaving cream lathered on his face. She held a straight razor in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. She was half way through the glass of wine and half way through shaving the male.

Cadwarra’s only piece of clothing was a pair of oversize pink silk pajama bottoms. The overly long legs were rolled up quite a bit so its barefoot wearer would not trip over the cuffs. Cadwarra had tried to cinch the pajama bottoms up around her small waist but they were so big on her that they had slipped low enough on her curving hips to reveal wisps of Cadwarra’s pubic hair below her beautiful, perfect tummy, flat but for a lovely hint of roundness. Her belly button was very cute. She looked adorable unabashedly standing there in that state of near undress.

Diamander, for Llisanya assumed it was Vishra’s nephew, sat in a chair with his face half shaved. He was covered by nothing but a towel. Rather than it being wrapped around his waist it was simply laid over his lap. Llisanya could see the outline of his soft penis just lying there under the thin cloth. He nodded politely at the pretty Half Elf, studying her, curious to know who she was.

His bare chest was very sexy. Aroused from the interrupted interlude that she and Vishra had had and further excited by the High Elf’s groping just now she found Cadwarra and Diamander made a very, very attractive couple.

Cadwarra made no attempt to cover her breasts nor throw a larger towel over her lover’s immodesty. She looked pleased to see the Half Elf. “Llisanya, so nice to have a visit from you.” She smiled and turned to Diamander. ”I told you about Llisanya, she got me out of jail.” She waved her razor at the chairs surrounding her simple dinner table. The movement made her beautiful breasts sway gently. “Please find a place to sit, Llisanya. Can we get you a glass of wine?”

She went back to shaving Diamander while she waited for Llisanya to choose a seat. She seemed to know what she was doing; the razor scraped expertly over Diamander’s face. “I’ll just be a minute with Diamander…”

Diamander gave Llisanya a warm smile between razor strokes. “Cadwarra, the shave can wait a few seconds. Do get her some wine.”

Cadwarra put down her razor and poured a glass while Diamander told Llisanya “it’s handy you’re here. You can settle an argument.”

Cadwarra handed a glass of wine to Llisanya who had not yet chosen a chair to sit in. The two girls leaned forward and kissed each other. It was a long lingering kiss. Diamander definitely caught a glimpse of his girl slipping her tongue into Llisanya’s mouth. He found the sight highly arousing. The soft penis under the towel hardened. “Kiss again, ladies” he told them as his hard-on lay under the towel full size. It made quite the tent.

Instead of kissing Llisanya again as requested, Cadwarra went over to Diamander and gave him an equally long kiss-with-tongue then gave him the last of her wine. “After our repeated lovemaking this morning, haven’t you had enough stimulation already?”

She ended her teasing by promising him “we can kiss for you later if you want us to.” She reached down and brushed his hard dick through the towel, not hiding the overtly sexual act from their guest.

Llisanya raised her goblet in a toast. “Here’s to kisses among friends.” She took a big gulp of the wine. It was quite good. It had a lovely nose plus a hint of pepper on the palate and a delightful finish. It had good legs. She was sure this was the same wine the lady bartender had given her the night before last in Fish’s Ale House.

Cadwarra picked her razor back up and resumed Diamander’s shave. “I better finish this shave while we chat.” She drew the razor expertly over Diamander’s cheek as she asked Llisanya “don’t you love shaving a man? There’s no better foreplay before sex.”

Llisanya had never shaved a man. “Well…I would not know about shaving being foreplay. I’ve never thought about it.” The only thing she found arousing about shaving a man was the thought of having a nice sharp straight razor so close to his jugular. Now that was a provocative image. “So, what does it do to you when you shave a man?” she asked Cadwarra, mostly to make conversation.

“It’s so stimulating. He is paying you to serve him and you are willingly performing that service. Yet you are in control. You feel the intimacy of being close to him. You touch his face and neck and hair. You must stand so very close to his body to make sure you’re shaving him well.” Cadwarra was smiling as she spoke. “…and he is paying you…” she repeated and looked at Llisanya, expecting her to understand.

Cadwrra made another expert sweep of the razor, speaking enthusiastically as she continued. “…But you have the power to excite him. Maybe your breast accidentally brushes his shoulder and now he knows how it feels as it touches him. You let him think you meant to brush your breast against him and maybe you did; he doesn’t know. There is the sexual tension of knowing that he felt your boob and you wonder if the tantalizing touch is misinterpreted by him as an invitation to reach out and feel you up without your consent.