A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Fourteen

About the time M’Tun was emptying his sperm into the unconscious Llisanya, Falco woke up, still in jail.

He had a few bruises and some aches to remind him of his beating but compared to yesterday, he felt amazingly good. He guessed it was morning, but there was no way of knowing in the windowless cells.

He knew he was doing better because he felt horny. He suddenly remembered with a thrill that made his heart jump that Cadwarra was in the cells, too. At the thought of her big soft boobs, he instantly needed a blow job from her. Why not? He was up for it in both meanings of the expression. One might as well pass the time in prison blowing a load down her willing throat, he reasoned. Afterall, she was back to being his girlfriend.

He rolled over and looked towards Cadwarra’s cell to see if she was awake and ready to perform her duties on her boyfriend. His hard dick swung around inside his loose prison trousers as if searching for Cadwarra. His balls, strangely heavy, rolled around as he moved.

It would be cool if the jailers came in and caught Cadwarra servicing him. They could watch Cadwarra take his hard cock and suck it and kiss it. He would make her rub it all over her face then suck some more while they saw how much she loved his boner. He would make her swallow.

His dreams of sexual pleasure were shattered when he saw Cadwarrra’s cell was empty. He stared in disbelief. She was gone?

“You slept an entire day and night” Sprockfuddle said from his cot. “I ate your dinner. No need to waste taxes by throwing it out, you know. Breakfast should be here soon.” He then added sarcastically “I sure hope it’s porridge.”

“Where is Cadwarra?” Falco asked. He wanted breakfast, but he wanted Cadwarra more.

“Her?” Sprockfuddle glanced casually to the empty cell beside theirs. He answered uncaringly. “She left yesterday afternoon.”

“She’s gone? Did she say anything? Like good bye?”

“Nah, just waltzed out of here” he lied. “Said she was glad to go. Never cared a hang about you, Falco. Women in this town are so full of themselves.” He deceitfully added a further lie “I heard her in the next room screwing all the jailers and begging for more before she left.”

He looked at Falco, trying to appear like he felt sympathy for Falco being abandoned by his girlfriend. “These Qeynos whores are so self-involved. You need to meet Freeport women, Falco. I can assure you Freeport women care about their men and there’s a lot of them looking for boyfriends.”

Falco did not want to hear about Freeport women. He wanted Cadwarra. He was crushed. That bitch had used him and left. Again. She left. Just left. Just like that…

His thoughts grew dark. What a bitch she was. That angry little asshole was right. Qeynos women were scum. Fuck Qeynos women, he thought…AND FUCK CADWARRA!!!!

He lay there brooding. He was so angry at the way she had abandoned him in this predicament he was in. That selfish bitch. She no doubt had got off using him yesterday; teasing him when she knew damn well he could not fuck her through the bars of the jail cells with his little cock. She had done it to ridicule his cock size. Then she had fucked all the jailers while she likely told them how small he was. And she was probably back in the Forest Ruins humping that sentry right now. He was probably sucking on those beautiful jugs of hers. They would be screwing over and over again while laughing about his ‘shortcomings’.

Falco dejectedly sat up. He felt lightheaded but he did not know if it was the remaining effects of Bauer’s beating or the crushing realization Cadwarra had used him and tossed him aside for other, better endowed men once more.

Falco recalled the demoralizing sight of that sentry in the Forest Ruins gripping his big cock and jerking off onto her. How Cadwarra had looked at that huge thing adoringly. Falco wanted a lovely big cock like the sentry had. If he had one that size he would stand there with it sticking up while he let Cadwarra look at his huge thing adoringly, eyes wide in amazement at the size. She would have no more reason to reject him, discard him. She would be his once she saw his big thing.

“Shame she left.” Sprockfuddle intruded into his daydreams. “While you were sleeping she gave me some indescribable head.” He saw how hurt Falco was to hear that information. That was good. Hurt people were easily convinced Freeport would solve all their problems and they should go there. Hurt people earned him a nice commission for their betrayal to Freeport.

The Gnome wasn’t done twisting the figurative knife into Falco. He lay back on his cot reminiscing. “She gave me the best blow job, Falco, the best” he boasted casually as if he could not see how it shattered Falco to hear that. “When I get out of here” he promised Falco “first thing I’m going to do is to find that Wood Elf slut and get her to suck me some more. She sure loved taking a blast on the face and then eating it all.”

Apparently inspired by the memory of her debauchery the Gnome pulled out his huge little hard-on and uninhibitedly started whacking himself off as if Falco wasn’t even there. He lay there on his cot thrusting his hips as he gripped his pecker, fucking his hand madly. Several large drops of pre-cum helped lube the shaft as he pumped.

If Falco wasn’t so beaten down by the way Cadwarra had betrayed him again he would have gone over and throttled Sprockfuddle in a jealous rage for how he talked about Cadwarra and for how he was now jacking off to the memory of her blowjob. Instead, he felt so ashamed of being discarded by Cadwarra all over again that he sat there defeated while the “shlichk…shlichk” of Sprockfuddle’s masturbation served to further humiliate him.

Literally feeling sick, Falco was dimly aware of Sprockfuddle cumming. Sperm shot out of his prick and dripped onto his fingers, still curled around his happy stick. Sprockfuddle had joined the long list of people in Qeynos that Cadwarra had cuckolded him with and she had done it while he had slept right there.