A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part Thirteen, Section A

When she walked into the Senior Jailor’s office, Armstrong pretended he did not know Llisanya. That was the rule when you met one of Fiona’s girls outside the brothel; pretend you don’t know them. The rule also applied to former employees, such as Llisanya. It was not rude, the girls appreciated their customers being discreet and vice versa.

How Llisanya had changed in the years since he had been one of her regulars. She was still very small, even for a Half Elf. Her hips were round and her breasts were large and full under her blouse. She was a woman. Only her beautiful big eyes had stayed the same.

He had always found her lovely. That’s why he had always asked for her at the brothel. She had only become more lovely since then. Even that ill-concealed black eye did not much diminish her attractiveness.

He greeted her formally. “May I help you, Miss?”

She, too, did not acknowledge she knew Armstrong. “Yes, please, Sir. I wish to see my good friend, Cadwarra.”

He hated to refuse; Llisanya knew things about him that were embarrassing. On the other hand, he knew things about her, too, and rules were rules in his cells. “This is a jail, not a hospital, Miss. We don’t have visiting hours.”

“Well, I wonder if some extraordinary considerations could be given in this case. My good friend Cadwarra is a female prisoner and therefore should be given special rights. I want to make sure she has been treated accordingly. I can imagine how women are treated in this sordid place where they cannot defend their honour.”

“I assure you, she is not being mistreated in any way.”

“I am sure that’s the case, Sir…But I wonder if you can confirm you have not done anything like…” (and here she paused for effect) “…spanking her for being naughty. Very…naughty…”

Armstrong was surprised. Llisanya’s clear innuendo was breaking Fiona’s rules by referring to things that needed to stay inside the brothel. On the other hand, he was rather titillated at being reminded of those pleasant hour long interludes with the younger Llisanya so long ago. Fiona had charged him a pretty copper or two for Llisanya’s costly love but Llisanya had never denied him his unique needs.

His calm response hid the sexual excitement he was feeling. “The prisoner Cadwarra has not been spanked because she hasn’t done anything naughty.” He stared at Llisanya’s now fully developed protuberances, swelling under her top, and threw caution to the winds. “You’re the only naughty girl I know, Llisanya.”

Llisanya nodded and gave him that sultry look he had never forgotten. “Well…I can promise to not be naughty if you promise to…you know…just let me see my good friend Cadwarra.”

Without asking, Llisanya turned and locked the door to Armstrong’s office then turned back to him. “Or…I can promise to be as naughty as I used to be if you promise to…you know…just let me see my good friend Cadwarra.”

She stood there, looking so fuckable. “…Your choice, you handsome man.”

Armstrong could not refuse her perverse offer. It had been so long since their last loving. How disappointed he had been when Fiona told him Llisanya no longer worked there. He stood and calmly walked over to her. He pulled her into his arms. She let him. By Marr, she smelled good.

“Isn’t that the same brand of perfume I once gave you? I bought it from Sechus, that Ratonga alchemist in South Qeynos.”

She nodded. “Your thoughtful gift, that time long ago when you came to make love to me during the last night of Frostfell.” She kissed him. “It’s the same bottle. I have just a little left. I only use it for special occasions.” The pheromones infused in the perfume were having the intended effect on Armstrong. The familiar fragrance stupefied him, clouding his judgment. He did not care. He welcomed the way it increased his desire for Llisanya.

But he reminded himself of the jail rules and as comely as she was, as aroused as that perfume made him, he was not going to lose his job fleering at the jailhouse regulations. He resisted the fateful desire to caress her soft body. He told her “Llisanya, as pretty as you are, I cannot let you in to see your friend.”

She gave him that old familiar pout. “How can you treat me so mean? I thought I was your special girl.”

She leaned forward and hugged him. Her arms around him felt good, like old times. He had forgotten how electrifying her embraces were. Her breasts were crushed against him. He got another whiff of that perfume. Old urges re-awakened in his deviant mind. He knew it was a fatal mistake but he asked lewdly “is my special little girl still a virgin?”

“Yes. For you, Daddy, I am your tight little virgin.”

As she spoke, she backed a little away from him. She held up her hand containing a small bauble just purchased from Ellister. It dangled from a lanyard one might wear around one’s neck. Armstrong’s heart quickened when he recognized what it was.

It as one of Ellister’s virginity charms. It made a lady a physical virgin once more. Back when he was Llisanya’s regular he had purchased a lot of them for Llisanya to wear. He had destroyed Llisanya’s restored virginity so many times that he had lost track of how much he spent on those charms just for that repeated honour. For a time he had been Ellister’s best customer.

Knowing the cost of one of those single-use charms, Armstrong inferred someone richer than Llisanya was putting her up to this visit but for the moment, with that perfume befuddling his brain and with his intense need to enjoy Llisanya, he did not care.

He knew if he was caught screwing a whore while on duty and in one of the Queen’s Institutional Buildings it would be at the very least the loss of his job. Regardless, he looked at Llisanya, so wanting her. She gave him that old, beautiful smile she always had. “Please, Daddy? Just let me see my good friend?” The dangling charm swayed gently as she held it between them.

He gave in to the little seductress. His need was too strong. “Yes, Honey. We’ll go see your good friend as soon as we prove what a chaste virgin you are.” He knew he was being a fool but he took the charm from Llisanya’s hand and gently hung it around her graceful neck.