A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part Thirteen, Section B

Free of jail, Llisanya escorted Cadwarra to Cadwarra’s modest apartment.

She was trying to hate the Wood Elf. Cadwarra was very pretty. Her breasts were larger than Llisanya’s. She exuded sexuality but simultaneously had an innocence Llisanya had irretrievably lost long ago. She resented that Cadwarra was connected to Falco somehow and of course she was no doubt coming in through the front lobby to see Vishra. She was most likely spreading her legs for that huge cock. Possibly she was fitting it in with more success than Llisanya did.

And yet, for all those reasons she found to dislike Cadwarra she could not ignore the fact that Cadwarra had actually cared about her black eye and had done something about it. Llisanya had learned a long time ago it was the little things by which you judge a person.

As they climbed up to Cadwarra’s second floor digs, Llisanya related Vishra’s orders to her. “Your instructions are that you are to remain at home and wait for his summons.”

Cadwarra listened politely, looking very, very pretty. Llisanya was acutely aware of her big male-attracting knockers. She remembered how they felt as she dried them. “Until then, you and his nephew are to work on the joint assignment you have been given.”

Cadwarra nodded, smiling a little as if looking forward to the ‘joint assignment’. Llisanya idly wondered what project those two could be working on in that tiny apartment. Well, it was none of her business.

“Thanks for getting me out of jail.” Cadwarra said when they reached her door. She gave Llisanya a great big enthusiastic good-bye hug, inadvertently brushing soft breast against soft breast. Llisanya’s perfume was very nice. Intoxicating. The fragrance stupefied her, clouding her judgment. For added measure, the aftereffects of the sexually powered heal spell had not yet totally faded.

Completely out of the blue, Cadwarra kissed Llisanya on the cheek. She looked at how pretty Llisanya was with those lovely big eyes. Cadwarra suddenly wondered if Tunare would mind if she lay nude with another female…locking thighs together. And why would such a thing pop into her head?

Llisanya realized with concern that her perfume was affecting Cadwarra. She needed to let Cadwarra down easy. She had never ever kissed another female and had never ever wanted to. She was content to let men like Armstrong take her even if they left her unsatisfied and as turned on as she was now.

Cadwarra’s arms were still around her. Her breasts felt so nice lightly touching her own breasts. Panicking, Llisanya stepped back from Cadwarra’s body. They stood apart for a few seconds, each pondering what had just happened. Each noticed the other’s nipples had become erect and were showing through her top.

Without exchanging a word, each pulled the other into a second embrace. This time they deliberately crushed boobs hard together and held them a long moment, each enjoying how good the breasts of the other girl felt.

Cadwarra finally said “I better go…” Diamander should be home and she wanted his cock…but Llisanya’s embrace was so satisfying.

Rather than letting Cadwarra go, Llisanya kissed her hard on the lips, not sure why she did that. Equally confused, Cadwarra answered the kiss. Their lips locked passionately.

Still not conversing, each unbuttoned the other’s top to bare her chest. They crushed their boobs back together, this time bare skin to bare skin. Erect nipples touched erect nipples as all that mammary bulged out between their bodies. How soft the flesh felt as they kissed again, tongues playing inside their mouths.

Just at that moment, Cadwarra’s tall, attractive High Elf neighbour came up the stairs behind them and into the hallway headed to her own apartment. She looked at Cadwarra and Llisanya with their guilty arms flung around each other and uncovered breasts mashed together. “Good afternoon” she told them politely. What else could one say?

Cadwarra and Llisanya turned slightly toward the High Elf. Two ample boobs remained pushed into each other. Each of the other two hung there revealing to the High Elf their natural shape.

The High Elf looked at their bared breasts. Cadwarra’s boobs were were round and heavy, slightly bigger than Llisanya’s but not by much. They jiggled as she turned toward the High Elf. Llisanya’s boobs were as captivating as Cadwarra’s, but exceedingly firm and pointing straight out, unmoving as she turned. The two pairs were quite different but one was not able to honestly say which girl had the nicer rack.

“I think your man is home…” She finally hinted at Cadwarra.

Cadwarra stepped out of Llisanya’s arms and buttoned her top. “I had better let him know I am back.” She turned to Llisanya. “I hope we meet again.”

Llisanya watched with confused feelings as Cadwarra entered her apartment and closed the door. I can’t believe I’ve gotten a girl-crush, Llisanya thought. She realized it was best their impromptu public display of affection had been terminated by the High Elf’s awkward arrival; things were complicated enough these days.

The High Elf looked at Llisanya. Llisanya did not cover her exposed breasts. She was too proud to let some High Elf intimidate her into covering up two of her best features. She looked at the tall High Elf challengingly.

The High Elf gave her a haughty look in return. All High Elves gave Half Elves haughty looks. “A word of warning, Ayr’Dal: those big, irresistible Feir’Dal boobies that you were so enjoying are currently for the exclusive use of one Diamander Vishra. You had best leave them for him.” The words were not unkind, but they were stern.

In the silence, the High Elf studied Llisanya’s bared chest. She caught a whiff of Llisanya’s perfume. It was very nice. Intoxicating. The fragrance stupefied her, clouding her judgment. She kept looking at Llisanya’s tits.

Llisanya knew that look.

The High Elf stepped toward Llisanya and slid her hand down Llisanya’s leggings. Llisanya let her do it, wondering where things would lead and if this High Elf’s friendship would be useful.

She touched Llisanya’s clit and sent a jolting sensation into Llisanya’s core. “You can come spend some time in my rooms, since you like to crush breasts to breasts” she told Llisanya. “We could lie naked together and listen to Cadwarra take her man while we attend to each other.” She kissed Llisanya on the cheek. “Cadwarra is very entertaining when she celebrates Tunare. So erotic to hear her moans as she makes love and Diamander pants and grunts like a stallion as he pleases her.” She pulled Llisanya close.

Was this perfume ever going to wear off? Llisanya was diplomatic. “Thank you for your kind invitation, but while Cadwarra belongs to one Vishra, I belong to his uncle. I need to report to him.”

Not wanting to make an enemy of this stranger, Llisanya kissed the High Elf on the mouth. Maybe the perfume was affecting her, too. “Perhaps when we have some free time…”

“Well, when we have some free time, then, Half Elf. Maybe bring a boyfriend, too.”

The High Elf entered her apartment, closing the door behind her. She poured herself some delicious wine. It had a lovely nose plus a hint of pepper on the palate and a delightful finish. It had good legs. She felt a little guilty about drinking it but the sergeant’s son did not know it was not her wine when he uncorked it. She told herself know one would know it was missing and it would be a shame to let it go bad.

She took a sip. So now that little Wood Elf was bringing home pretty, big-eyed females, she noted. That was surprising; seeing as how she seemed to enjoy all those handsome, well-endowed men so much. She was still a little touchy about Trandall being one of those well-endowed men. Her little vindictive act of reporting his rape of Cadwarra had backfired and landed her this task of reporting all Cadwarra’s activities to Lord Vishra. Well, the pay was good.

As the High Elf drank wine, Llisanya walked back down to the ground floor and out into the street. When had she started liking girls, she wondered? Why had she felt flattered by the High Elf’s invitation? She liked men. She turned left and walked through South Qeynos toward the Harbour District and the Cess Pool door. She hoped she would run into Falco on the way. Such a big city, where was that manchild?

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Cadwarra decided to ignore for now the new feelings Llisanya had instilled. That fool heal spell was playing havoc with her desires. She wanted to see Diamander and hear how he was doing and then she wanted him.

She closed and locked the door. It was good to be home. The cum soaked sheets she had dumped in the hamper yesterday morning were washed and back on the bed. Diamander was in the kitchen cooking. He had not heard her come in.

“It’s vulrich stew” he apologized. “It was all you had in your icebox but it will feed us for a couple days.”

“It smells delicious” she assured him. She gave Diamander a loving hug and then a very affectionate kiss on the lips. She used some tongue.

When the long kiss ended Diamander stroked her cheek and confessed “I was worried about you not coming home last night but I received a message from my uncle that you were under arrest and might be gone a couple days. He said not to worry and that he would straighten things out. Still, I’m only able to rest easy now that you are back home.”

He tasted the stew and, not satisfied with the taste, judiciously added more wine from the bottle on the counter beside the stove while explaining “my uncle suggested I make a big batch of stew ahead of your return since he has ordered us to be doing nothing but having sex as soon as you were released.”

Diamander put the bottle down. He put a big Human arm around her tiny Wood Elf waist and pulled her to him. He was surprised how natural it felt to do that. Two days ago it would have felt quite wrong. “I missed you” he said. He ran his hand over her ass, then up and down her fit body. For the first time in their relationship he marveled at her well-toned arms and thighs. She was not only sexy, she was amazingly fit. She was nothing but muscle contained in a small little Feir’Dal frame.

That first time they had fought with pikes in front of Uncle Vishra at least three times he had struck her with a force that should have knocked a large man down. She had been set back on her heels but had stayed on her feet. In subsequent spars with her she had been even tougher. He had to admire his uncle’s astute judgment; she would be a good person to have fighting on your side.

Cadwarra stood enjoying his fond caresses, arm around him. Curious, she leaned past him and picked up the wine bottle from the counter. He could feel her boob press into his ribs. “That looks like expensive wine” Cadwarra observed approvingly.

“Expensive? I’m not sure. I found it in your pantry. I had a glass last night. It has a lovely nose plus a hint of pepper on the palate and a delightful finish. It has good legs. ”

“Odd. I like lager. I did not think I had any wine.”

“I often forget stuff is in the back of my pantry, too.”

He liked her boob being crushed against him. “Your breast feels so soft” he told her and he pulled her closer into his side. He gave her a platonic kiss on her forehead then planted another more sexual buss on her lips. This time his tongue was in her mouth. It stayed in there and danced around a long time while she answered his kiss. Their saliva mixed together.

“Are you hungry for some stew?” he asked when he finally broke off his kiss.

“Yes, I am.