A :Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part Thirty

Cadwarra found the location of her new apartment with no trouble. 25 Karana Court was in a fancy part of North Qeynos.

Belatedly, she realized she had no key. She approached the door wondering if Amber had left one under the welcome matt. The door opened as she approached. How fancy to have a magic door that recognized its resident, she thought. Pure luxury. The door closed softly behind her as she entered.

The vestibule was large. She hung up her cloak and entered the living room area. It was fully furnished, mostly with items she did not recognize. The pikes were leaning in the corner.

There were three bedrooms. The largest contained her bed and some new night tables. The others each contained a single bed though she was unsure of who would be sleeping in her rooms beside Diamander and Amber and, she assumed, Lord Vishra whenever he might care to be between her legs.

She pondered further and realized Lord Vishra would be using her bed should he choose to come over. Perhaps Diamander would need to use one of the other bedrooms while he waited for his uncle to finish with her. At least Amber would at last have a bed of her own so she need not pretend she was asleep while her male relatives made love to Cadwarra.

There was a new table in the dining area. It was very long with room for eight dinner settings. There was a full length bench placed on one side of the table with three chairs placed on the opposite side plus two more at the ends of the table. The chairs were very fancy and looked very soft.

Amber had left another note for her to find near the head of the table.

“I hope you like what I have done with the apartment. I got all sorts of booze (the kind men seem to like) plus some sherry, cognac and calvados for us. I’m out getting other delicacies so you will be ready for visitors. We have no cook yet, but I have ordered groceries from Voleen’s. If that pervert Baltazar tries to seduce you when he delivers them, just mention Papa and he will back off like the lowly servant he is. Lastly, your squire is to take us to to Willow Wood the day after tomorrow for some new armour. Should be fun!

See you soon – xoxo Amber

p.s. – I sent the Squire out to get proper armor repairing supplies from the Mossclean Forge in Willow Wood. He has a thing for the Blacksmith’s daughter and I suspect she will want him to stay a bit longer than need be but it cannot be helped; they are young and quite oversexed, I am sure! “

So there was this mention of a Squire again. Someone had hired one?

Cadwarra placed her Royal Commission and all those other official papers on the table beside Amber’s note. She would need to read that Draft Treaty but not tonight. She helped herself to a moderately small glass of sherry and stepped out onto the back deck. The view of North Qeynos in the very late afternoon was lovely. She noted Voleen’s bakery was conveniently close. She imagined fetching coffee and rolls for breakfast most mornings. She would enjoy this apartment.

Cadwarra enjoyed the view for a half hour. Finally feeling chilled as dusk approached, she turned to go back into the house. She should light a fire.

She had not yet learned her men would often arrive unannounced at odd hours and so stopped in surprise when she found Uncle Triander sitting at the dinner table. The door had let him in. He had found the bottle of sherry she had left there and was enjoying a glass.

Cadwarra took only a moment to get over the unexpected appearance of a guest in her apartment but during that short time that she was standing there in the porch entrance a strong fall breeze caught Cadwarra’s skirts and caused them to flair open. A good portion of upper thigh was revealed to Triander.

This was not the first time the dress had behaved so capriciously; flying about after being caught by the same odd breeze. It had happened a first time while she had walked through Qeynos past those horny youths who had confessed to to each other to wanting to fuck her. The second time was when she had stood in front of the Palace Guards, who got a nice eyeful. Now, for the third time it happened in front of Uncle Triander. She was beginning to suspect Master Daniel had enchanted her dress with a magic spell which caused her legs to be accidentally exposed by male-friendly winds which appeared unexpectedly at ‘appropriate’ moments.

She was not bothered by this. She accepted that men liked to see ‘accidental’ flashes. As Triander got a good look at everything she owned below the waist she calmly stepped fully into the dining room. Her skirts fell back into place.

Triander liked the privileged view provided by Cadwarra’s wardrobe malfunction but only stared a short moment. He knew women typically liked men to notice their bodies but paradoxically resented any creep looking so long that it became a lecherous leer. He lifted his gaze to look into Cadwarra’s beautiful brown eyes. “I see you have stocked your bar with quite lovely potables” he complimented Cadwarra, refilling her glass for her. “I hope you do not mind me dropping in. I thought I should stop by to toast your new title, Viscountess.”

Cadwarra raised her glass and smiled, though she herself was not particularly thrilled to be addressed as “Viscountess”. Yes, she understood her Viscounty was necessary to add prestige to her Steelhoof Embassy, otherwise it really meant little to her. One does not put on airs, she felt.

Still, it was so kind of Uncle Triander to drop by to offer his felicitations. In answer to his acknowledgement of her social elevation, Cadwarra gave Uncle Triander a light ‘thank you’ kiss on the lips and sat down on the bench. She was not sure why but it seemed rude not to sit next to him. They were about six inches apart. They clinked glasses. “Welcome to your new apartment, Cadwarra.”

Cadwarra took a sip from the refilled sherry glass. After the long day, she reasoned she deserved a second glass. The alcohol warmed her insides. It relaxed her. She liked sitting beside Uncle Triander.

Triander reached to place his glass of sherry on the table, inadvertently moving slightly closer to her. She liked that, too. The slit in Cadwarra’s dress again fell slightly open under the table in answer to another suspicious draft. She had forgotten to close the outside door.

Cadwarra set her glass down, deciding not to drink too fast. “I am afraid I have to give Amber credit for stocking the bar, Uncle Triander, not me. She seems to have looked after everything, in fact.”

Uncle Triander moved another inch closer and put a fatherly hand on Cadwarra’s bare thigh. “Best to make use of Amber’s abilities while you have her living here” he advised Cadwarra. The feel of her smooth bare skin gave him a sudden boner as he continued. “Just between you and me; she’ll be moving out soon. Her mother is making arrangements for her to be Lord Marshford’s mistress. She’ll be relocating to her own suite once that happens.” He did not add that this arrangement would ensure Amber would be necessarily kept away from Diamander.

“I do hope Amber does not leave too soon” Cadwarra replied, disappointed to be hearing about losing her. “She has been a wealth of information about etiquette and things.”

“She is not a stupid girl” Triander agreed, hand still casually resting on Cadwarra’s upper leg. He could feel her toned muscles. By Marr, the girl was fit. “Amber is still inclined to being silly” he added regretfully “but I am sure Earl Marshford will mature her quickly enough.”

Triander was sure Daniel Clothspinner had worked one of his quaint little enchantments into Cadwarra’s dress but was too impatient to wait for the magic breeze to continue to open the slit in the dress on its own. He tugged on Cadwarra’s skirts, pulling them far enough open to get them completely out of his way. Her right leg was exposed right up to her hip. That naked limb innocently waited there for Triander’s hand to explore all that undiscovered flesh. He gently placed his hand back on her leg, just above her knee.

Cadwarra did not object, not even remotely, as his fingertips swept lightly along her thigh. He went up quite high, feeling the silky skin yield softly under his touch. His hand slid back down to her knee then up again. He went even higher the second time.

Triander casually continued their conversation as his roaming hand grew bolder and bolder, higher and higher. “Amber will remain your student, naturally, though her Lord will perhaps disrupt your training schedule betimes according to his masculine needs. Regardless, Amber will have plenty of time for training between lovemaking. Important Lords get busy. I myself often go days without visiting my mistresses. I anticipate Amber will be free most days for the same reason.”

“That sounds perfect, Uncle Triander.” Cadwarra was finding Triander’s caresses quite pleasant. She saw he could not stop his eyes from drifting down to her boobs. Thanks to the fabric of her dress the shape of her large braless breasts was clearly apparent under the bodice. Likewise, the fabric revealed the location of her hard nipples should any healthy, right-thinking man care to glance down to ascertain where they were and what state of arousal she was in. All the same, she worried she should have changed into a more modest outfit so as to not be teasing Uncle Triander so. No doubt he was on his way to see one of his aformentioned mistresses to honour Tunare with her; Cadwarra should not be delaying him.

Triander’s gaze lingered just a few seconds more on those erect nipples. He was recalling how beautiful they had looked at the soirée under that Clothspinner lace that hid nothing. He wanted to see those big brown areolas again.

Cadwarra realized that Uncle Triander could see by her obvious nipplage how cold she had gotten standing outside in the chill. She remembered she had meant to light a fire. “Are you cold, Uncle Triander?”

He managed to keep his eyes off her chest as he answered. “Oh…no, my Dear, I am fine, thank you.” Triander’s hand ran up her thigh so high he felt pubic hair brush against the back of his thumb. “Things are going to warm up soon enough.”

Cadwarra did not agree. “I am sure the temperature will only get colder toward dark” she countered.

Uncle Triander did not seem worried about that. He merely slid along the bench to sit right up against the pretty Wood Elf. Sharing the warmth, Cadwarra assumed.

There followed a short silence. Cadwarra took a sip of sherry. She was well aware that that hand on her leg was not really where an uncle should be putting his hands. She inwardly scolded herself for not wearing panties but on further reflection she decided she was rather liking being touched there, unfamilial though it might be.

Still, Cadwarra was not feeling entirely comfortable by the way she was feeling. Perhaps her naughty desires were only a result of the provocative image of Chief Kraughl’s erection and by Her Majesty’s extraordinary revelation regarding the same. She therefore took another sip of the sherry. She believed it was the same vintage as she had had in the Private Rooms in the Palace. If so, Amber had really splurged.

As the sherry went down her throat, she felt a little light-headed. Cadwarra decided how nice it was to have Uncle Triander touching her so. It had been a long, busy day. There had been the stress of puzzling out what the Old Druidess was saying. That was always a chore. Then there was the strain of attempting to make a good impression on the Queen while puzzling over the meaning of some oblique references about her Ambassadorial Duties that Cadwarra was still trying to understand.

Yes, she realized she was glad Uncle Triander had stopped by. He seemed to have surmised she had had a long day and that a soothing touch would relieve her tired muscles and troubled mind. Maybe a shoulder massage would have been more appropriate than petting her leg but in the end he was succeeding in getting her to relax, notwithstanding that his hands were unintentionally close to intimate places.

She pondered asking Uncle Triander to massage her back. That would be a diplomatic way to get him to remove his hand from under her dress but, then again, why make him stop? It certainly was relaxing her…in an exciting way. She decided she should let him continue his unorthodox massage. There was no harm. The feel of a handsome man’s touch was doing wonders for her tension.

Triander’s hand stopped at the top of her thigh. It rested right there, almost brushing her vulva. Sensing Cadwarra’s impending co-operation, he pulled her close enough that their hips touched.

Cadwarra fought a foolish urge to kiss Uncle Triander. She had drunk too much sherry. The alcohol was affecting her commonsense. Uncle Triander’s hand shifted imperceptibly nearer her privacies. She let out a quiet sigh of contentment before she could stop herself. She rested her head fondly on his shoulder.

“You’re very attractive” she told him. She shifted her legs subconsciously, unaware she had parted them slightly as his forefinger gently touched her inner labia.

Triander felt Cadwarra shiver involuntarily when she opened her thigh in response to his familiarity. She did not make any fuss about his hand being so close to her pussy. He longed to insert his fingers into her cooch three knuckles deep but he forced himself to move slow. He penetrated her with only one finger and only up to the first knuckle. It stayed there only a moment before it was withdrawn.

“I thought we should discuss my friend’s homosexual son” he told Cadwarra, effecting a casual tone. He pulled his finger out. His hand returned to caressing her thigh mere inches away from her vagina. “I think I mentioned Young Lord Fairwick to you at the soirée?”

Cadwarra was a little disappointed to have Triander’s hand move away from her pussy. She was sure he was about to slip several fingers deep into her. Instead he wanted to talk about his friend’s gay son. She had hoped that matter had been dropped. She had not wanted to be involved in any conversion therapy, as much as the misguided boy may have needed it.

Her answer; therefore, was somewhat guarded. “You did mention him, Uncle Triander, and I am most willing to help your friend cure his son’s perversion.