A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Seven

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Very early the next morning, Cadwarra woke to Diamander positioning himself back on top of her. He had spread her legs and was inserting his hard dick into her for another fuck. He pinned her shoulders so she lay there helplessly. Vengefully, he announced “this is what it is like to be taken against your will.”

She wrapped her arms around him in an affectionate hug as he raped her, feeling his hard muscles under her caressing hands. Except for his own jizz from last night, she was not ready for his violation but she did not resist. It was her way to apologize, she guessed. She endured Diamander’s painful first thrust.

He sucked on her mushies while he took her. To his surprise, he found her body intensely attractive that morning. He was young and came twice and she loved it.

After it was over and he pulled out, a large gloop of cum fell out of her. It soaked the sheet under her. Nude, she pulled the sheets off the bed to wash so Diamander could have her that night in clean sheets.

There was an awkwardness. “I guess I should go see if my boyfriend is alright.” he told Cadwarra shyly, ashamed at what he had just done to her.

“Yeah. I suppose you should.” she answered equally guiltily as she dumped the sheets in the clothes hamper. “But if you have time, can we do some pike practice later? I mean, if you can forgive my mean comment last night about your ‘pike’.”

“Yes. Let’s do that. It might be good to work out some aggression with each other.” He clumsily hugged her good bye. “Please forgive me for calling you a whore last night.”

Next door in a similar scene the sergeant’s son kissed the High Elf ‘thank you’ and departed. She sat down and penned a note to Vishra: “Lord, I am pleased to report that your nephew has performed his manly duties. Detailed report attached.”

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Several hundred yards away, Llisanya and Falco were in that wooded part of Qeynos known as the Elddar Grove. They were lying up against each other in the cold dawn beside the manhole that lead to the Down Below, trying to undo the padlocks.

Llisanya chose this particular manhole because it was the most secluded of all the entrances into the Down Below. Tucked away behind the Archery Building, its windows still dark and uninhabited so early in the day, few would observe them sneaking into the Down Below through that ingress.

“Pretend you’re running your hands all over my ass so anyone that sees us won’t wonder what we are doing” Llisanya had told Falco while trying to pick one of the four locks on the grate. Anyone seeing them would assume they were two lovers that had been up partying all night. Enjoying each other’s company too much to end the night, they were sharing some last lustful moments before they went home to their angry spouses.

Falco was more than fine with running his hands over her round tush and everywhere else she would allow his hands to roam but he would rather have been doing that back home in bed. Just the feel of her firm butt was was making him horny and being in a warm bed and warmer woman was where he really wanted to be. He was cold and the ground was hard. “Why can’t we just depart Qeynos by walking out the front gate after a nice breakfast like normal people?” he grumbled.

“Because the guards at the gates don’t need to know when we come and go. The fellow we need to meet is not someone who wants his retainers to be too much in the eyesight of the Queen’s Guard. If you want to get off the cold ground faster start on one of the other locks.” She took a moment to pull out a second lock pick from deep in her cleavage and handed it to him. “Have a try” she said then added “but keep rubbing against me like a horny teen boy having a dry hump.”

As requested, he pushed his crotch hard into her curvy hip and enthusiastically moved on her like a Gnoll mating its bitch. “I don’t know how to pick locks.” Falco confessed as he gleefully masturbated against her. He remembered rubbing into Cadwarra the same way in the pond in Baubbleshire.

“Well. It’s an art, I suppose.” Llisanya answered, enjoying Falco’s lovely hard cock as he pressed it lewdly against her. “Here, I’ll give you a lesson. The locks in Qeynos are such garbage you can learn the basics in a few minutes. Watch.”

Falco grasped enough of the quick lesson to unlock one of the four locks in the time Llisanya did the rest. Their entry into the sewer was delayed five minutes by two Humans going to work in the early morning light. They looked over at Falco to see his hands all over some obviously willing tart lying half under him by the Down Below grate.

“Late party night over there.” one chortled, pointing them out to his companion. They stopped to watch.

Falco got off having them see him feeling up his girl. He openly fondled Llisanya’s tits and slapped her ass while grinning that stupid grin at them.

While Llisanya ignored the two voyeurs, he loved watching them watch him degrade his babe. Exulting in the chance to perform, he goosed her for them to see then groped her snatch through her leggings, clumsily trying to make her cum as they watched.

They hooted at Falco and cheered his successful early morning wooing then moved on, disappearing around the corner of the dark Archery Building.

Llisanya slid out from under Falco’s grubby paws. She would have been impressed by how well Falco had sold the fiction of being two late night lovers had she not known he would have given those strangers the same peep show if they really had genuinely been two late night lovers.

“Okay, let’s get down inside before some other assholes show up” she snapped irritably. They dragged their packs out from under the bushes and dropped down in.

The Down Below stank and was full of huge rats and huger bugs. “A half hour and we’ll be in the Bog” she promised “although that marsh isn’t all that fragrant either. Er…you can swim, right?”

“Swim!!??”

“Yes, we need to swim underwater out of the bog then across the moat.”

Falco did not hide his annoyance. “Next time let’s use the Gates.”

“Not if you want to work for this employer…”

By the time they had crawled up the bank on the far side of the moat Falco was cold, wet and in a foul mood. They had swum an extra distance to come up around the corner out of sight of the guards stationed on the bridge. “Karana! This is miserable.”

Llisanya was too busy pulling dry clothes out of her pack to care about his sissy complaints. “Just change, you’ll feel better in dry clothes and the sun will soon warm the day.” She pulled her wet clothes off. Her lovely naked white skin glowed in the orange rays of the sunrise. Her pointing tits stuck out stark and high for his view. She bent to step into her dry leggings.

Falco also stripped off naked. Hurriedly, he reached to pull out his own change of warm clothing. He caught sight of his cock. The cold moat water had shrunk it to a quarter of its usual flaccid size. It was actually wider than it was long.

Before he could hide how shriveled and tiny he was Llisanya also saw it in that humiliating state. She made sure she looked just long enough for Falco to see she had seen his tinyness, his unmanliness.

He hastily turned away from her eyes, pretending to adjust the contents of his pack, but it was too late. She had seen how small he was. Damn! Afraid, he glanced sideways at her to see if she was sneering at his shortcoming.

Llisanya swept her gaze casually from his midsection. She reached down, pulling her leggings up over her toned calves. Bending over like that, her breasts hung down with hardly a jiggle as she straightened and pulled the leggings up over her shapely rump. She buckled her belt.

There was something very sexy in a topless woman standing half undressed and glistening with sunlit drops of water dripping from her firm tits, covered in goosebumps. Her nipples, awakened by the cold of the morning and thick as thumbs, stuck out from her areolas dang near three quarters of an inch. The areolas themselves, contracted and wrinkled from the cold moat water, had shrunk to the size of copper coins. He had never seen them as hard as that morning.

As he finished dressing he thought of Cadwarra again, in much the same soaked state of undress as What’ser-name was now. That perfect Cadwarra had dressed so innocently by the Baubbleshire waterfall, her soaked transparent chemise hiding nothing from his eyes. How disappointed he was when her nipples had disappeared under the top she pulled down over her large breasts.

The memory of Cadwarra’s lovely figure awakened his penis.