A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Twenty

Years ago, Fiona had taught Llisanya to cook steak & lobster. “Men want more than sex” she explained to the tiny Half Elf girl on her first day working at the brothel. “They’ll pay more for a good meal than a good fuck” she opined. “Those gentlemen waiting for you in the VIP room are expecting both.” She finished tying Llisanya’s cute little maid’s apron.

Fiona handed Llisanya three squirming lobsters, claws pinned. “Here, Sweetie, toss these poor fellows into the boiling water then we’ll start the steaks. I’ll show you how to ensure they are medium rare. We’ll make some butter and garlic sauce to dip the lobster in while the steaks sear…don’t dawdle, Honey, toss those crustaceans in; I’ll soon need to go check on the other girls and their gentlemen and see that they are all okay.”

Llisanya was finding the business of the brothel to be quite overwhelming. She pondered the odd string of circumstances that had brought her to work for the huge Barbarian madam.

Qeynos had been the first important city her self-imposed exile had brought her to. She found if she waited for the late evening the men in the taverns would be into their cups and became freer with their coin. She approached them asking if they could spare a few coppers in exchange for a song or dance. She could not sing nor did she know any dance steps. Most men just gave her some coppers to do away or made rude remarks like “come back when you grow some tits”, “I bet you’d dance mighty fine in my bed” or “you’ll sing for free when I get between your legs!”

After only a few nights of this some wag at a particularly boisterous table had written an address on a scrap piece of paper. “You can’t sing, Honey. Go see if Fiona could use you. She needs lots of maids…yeah…maids!” She had not understood why the table had laughed uproariously. It was later she realized they had been playing a mean joke on her.

Fiona had answered the door herself when Llisanya had knocked and innocently asked if they were hiring any maids. Fiona was always patient with the sweet girls those insensitive drunks sent her way. She always gave a free meal to the poor darlings.

Once in a while, the girl was suitable for hiring. Fiona had looked at Llisanya and knew this nearly flat-chested girl would be a good fit, notwithstanding her lack of a bust. “Are you a virgin, Sweetie?” she had asked Llisanya.

She liked that Llisanya had not been ashamed. The little Ayr’Dal answered honestly and directly. “I fucked my Daddy lots and once another man; a weaponsmith whose shop was down the way.” Llisanya had canted her boyish hips to indicate the dagger the weaponsmith had given her to pay for his fuck. She was thrusting it forward like a phallic symbol, as proudly as a teenage boy would thrust forward his towering hard-on for his virgin girlfriend to admire. Fiona suspected the dagger was no more chaste than Llisanya was. Twenty four hours later, she was giving Llisanya that cooking lesson.

The steaks were done to perfection, so Fiona had declared. “We’ll let the meat ‘rest’ a few minutes. While we wait, show me that curtsy again.”

Llisanya did the curtsy the way Fiona had taught her. The bodice of the maid’s outfit fell forward as she bowed, exposing her puffy nipples and what little titmeat she had behind them. Completing the curtsy, she straightened.

“Yes, that’s how you do it. Very Elegant, Sugar. Just one thing; stay leaning forward just a wee bit longer so the men definitely get a look at your titties. Not too long, let them have just a glimpse, but you want to show off your shirt-muffins long enough that they have time to notice AND look at them. Then, once they see what you are showing, you immediately deprive them of the view by standing up straight. If they were still debating whether to hire you or just have a drink at the bar and save their money they will now be most happy to depart with their silver just to see more of your chest. Understand?”

Llisanya had understood.

Fiona felt Llisanya’s little buds through the apron front. It was in no way sexual; Fiona hoped Llisanya would be a long term employee and she wondered how long her breasts would remain so small. Many of the customers liked small, young breasts. “I fear your breasts have not stopped growing” she lamented to Llisanya. “They may be a generous hand full all too soon. Well, it can’t be helped. Go and take your clients their dinners.”

The men in the VIP room had enjoyed the meal immensely while teasing and flirting with Llisanya. Dressed in her maid’s outfit she fetched food, refilled wine glasses and cleared plates.

They liked how often she curtsied in her maid’s outfit but they made her take it off, anyway. They did nothing to her that Daddy hadn’t already done. Each man with his huge Human penis took a turn on her naked body, sucking on her little fellows and driving into her pretty vagina, selfishly disregarding her obvious discomfort during penetration and not worrying that she did not cum.

When it was over and all three had kissed her affectionately goodbye she went to find Fiona, walking gingerly. Fiona told her to cup her palms and hold them out. Puzzled, she did as instructed. Fiona poured a huge quantity of coins into her hands. Her share of the gentlemen’s fees was seven silver coins plus forty-four copper. She stared at the fortune she had earned for four hours’ work. “You did well” Fiona told her, kissing her on the top of her head. “Stay here at the brothel. It’s safe. And you will always have money.”

Now grown up and standing in her own kitchen, Llisanya’s memories of Fiona were interrupted by Baltazar’s knock. He had her grocery order. He was smart enough to see she was getting ready for her date and departed without accosting her, except he couldn’t resist a quick squeeze of her left tit. She slapped him for his rudeness, but not too hard; his impudent touch had made her pussy tingle.

Armstrong arrived promptly at six. They chatted while Llisanya made the meal exactly as Fiona had taught her. She let him feel her up while she cooked. It was good to have an older man touch and pet her.

They ignored the subject of Williams. Llisanya set out the food. Armstrong found the meal exquisite.

By nine o’clock Armstrong had screwed Llisanya three times, using the first of the three virginity charms Ellister had supplied. He had thrust into her restored hymen particularly cruelly, resenting what Llisanya had gotten him to do to the ill-fated Williams that afternoon. How she had squealed as he brutally tore her maidenhead but it had done little to assuage his guilt. Her pained cry at that most recent loss of her innocence had just made him feel worse.

He was wearing the bracelet that Ellister had nicknamed the ‘All Night Long’ charm and it was living up to its reputation; despite those three enjoyable orgasms his cock was rock hard and his sex drive undiminished. It was just that his muscles were too tired to keep fucking. He was getting old, he knew. He would need a half hour, then he could go again.

They lay together during that interlude, Llisanya under Armstrong. Armstrong softly kissed Llisanya’s breasts, his still turgid cock unwittingly glistening with the cum that Baltazar had unloaded into her that afternoon. “Maybe now is a good time to discuss the health of my Good Friend Williams” Llisanya suggested.

There was an uncomfortable silence bourn of Armstrong’s guilt at what he had done but when he spoke he did not couch his words. “Your Good Friend Williams is dead. He hung himself just after I gave him his noon porridge with his medicine. Some fool did not confiscate his belt. The death certificate records his passing as a suicide.”

“I see” Llisanya pulled Armstrong’s lips to her right breast. Her pink nipple stood proud as it slipped into his mouth. “Poor fellow” she lamented “no doubt he was so distraught over murdering his good friend, Bartrall, he decided to end it all. I understand they had a knife fight over some whore they had hired cheap. That little bitch should be locked up for causing so much trouble. If I knew who she was I would turn her in to the Guard myself.”

“She should be the one to be blamed” Armstrong agreed, letting her tit fall from his lips so he could speak. “Odd that Penley never even took down her name.”

“Pure incompetence.” Llisanya rolled over to lie partially on top of Armstrong. She lay her head on Armstrong’s shoulder, her breasts crushed into his side, her warm vagina pressed into his thigh. She started to play with his balls, softly rolling them around in her hand. “Perhaps his death was for the best. He said things our friends did not like him saying.” She let Armstrong’s balls drop and raised her hand to grip his cock. Her hand slid easily up and down on the cum-covered shaft. “Let’s not talk about him further, Love.”

Armstrong rolled Llisanya over onto her back, tits pointing straight up in defiance of gravity. She spread wide and he put his cock in and started fucking once more, trying to forget the evil thing he and Llisanya had done.

He watched his hard penis as it slid deep into her pussy. As he drove it in right up to the hilt, he was amazed that the whole thing fit inside her small frame. He ignored the signs of discomfort she showed as he bottomed out in her. He got off looking at the shaft drenched wet with juices as he pulled it out then excitedly pushed it in again, the girth of his cock spreading her labia open to take the full thickness of his prick.

He asked Llisanya to squeal like his little Piggy as he had his pleasure. He came time after time but kept going while she obligingly grunted and oinked under him in porcine submissiveness. He used the remaining two virginity charms. He lost track of his orgasms.

Toward dawn the magic imbued in the ‘All Night Long’ charm dissipated and, finally soft, Armstrong fell asleep holding the thrice deflowered Llisanya.

He woke late. Llisanya was at the front door, bare-assed as she leaned out around the half open door that concealed her nakedness from whoever had knocked. He caught a glimpse of the caller. It was Lady Vishra, herself. Whatever had she wanted with a whore like Llisanya that she would personally come to converse?

He heard Llisanya promise “I see, My Lady. I can make enquiries and find you someone who might know about that.” He could not hear what Lady Vishra then added but Llisanya responded with the words “Six o’clock tomorrow night at the servants’ entrance? Yes, I can be there. Yes, I have a uniform.”

Llisanya closed the door and returned to stand naked in front of Armstrong. She was walking stiffly from all of Armstrong’s lusting abuses. She stood there smiling down at him. Her bald beaver, flat tummy and perfect tits available for his view.

“Good morning, Daddy. It seems I just got handed a few chores to look after today but I need to get you your breakfast, don’t I?” She sat down on the bed and caressed Armstrong affectionately. “First, do you remember that maid’s outfit Fiona often had me wear when I served meals for you at the brothel? I need to see if I can still cram my tittiess into it. Do you want to help me try?”

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Of the two tasks Lady Vishra had hired her to complete, Llisanya estimated that the first task would be exceedingly easy.

She started with a visit to the all knowing clerk at Marshall Vishra’s office. He would know who she needed to find to go and see Lady Vishra; someone who would know what the Lady was hoping to find out.

It was almost noon. Lord Vishra would be gone for an extended ‘lunch’ over at one of his mistresses. Only the clerk would be on duty. He was always on duty. She boldly used the front door.

“It is so nice to see you, Miss Llisanya” he told her as he put down his quill and rose politely. He was fairly certain she wanted something from him, not Marshall, else why would she show up at lunchtime? He grew a boner.

Llisanya approached and gave him a soft kiss on the lips, putting her arms around his neck. She drew him close so he could feel her breasts crush against him.

She smiled at him. He suspected it was genuine. “I never thanked your for the impressive quantity of sperm you lent me the other night in South Qeynos” she told him. “The volume certainly impressed everyone.”

“Just let me know when you want more and I will save it up for you…” He pulled her in close, enjoying how she allowed her body to mold into his.

“No need to save up…” She assured him.