A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part Twenty Nine

About the time Triander Vishra’s audience with Her Majesty was completed and he was exiting the Palace with the Shipbuilding Bill signed and finalized, Lord Petras Asquinn entered Jemella Vishra’s bedchamber.

It was obvious Lady Jemella knew how the vote had gone. She was already naked on top of the covers, ready to give Asquinn his reward for voting correctly. As he approached her bed, she spread her legs to reveal her vagina, open and gleaming.

He was soon as naked as she was. Penis hard and swinging stiffly, Asquinn climbed on top, ready for sex.

Jemella grunted in discomfort as Asquinn entered her quim without ceremony. She was disappointed he was already tipsy and too addled by alcohol to think about any foreplay. Imagine being drunk so early, she thought disdainfully. Or maybe he had just not sobered up from last night?

Jemella wrapped her arms around him. He fucked away with little regard for the female under him. She endured his incompetent humping. What a shame he used such a nice sized penis so ineptly. Maybe if he ever sobered up he would use it to better effect.

He took Jemella’s nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. He pushed hard into her several times. He grunted as his hips jerked. She knew he was shooting his sperm into her. He collapsed on top of her, sighing happily. The whole thing had taken 157 seconds.

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Despite her gruff treatment of Diamander so far, Captain Coranis was rather pleased to have a Vishra male on board. It had been years ago that Diamander’s Grandfather, the Old Lord Vishra, had taken Abella Coranis to bed.

That was the year she had convinced a group of wealthy Qeynos merchants to form a shipping company. Coranis had insisted to her partners that the Vishra Shipyard be contracted to build their new ship, to be named The Prize of Prexus. Not trusting others to look after construction, Coranis had been down in the shipyard almost daily and had bickered with the Old Marshall over every small detail. She was annoyed by any example of poor craftsmanship she discovered, demanding only the best work be done. Smitten by her good looks, Old Vishra had tolerated her demands, bordering though they were on plain rudeness.

As the ship neared the date of launch, Coranis had requested yet another small modification. It was a minor thing and she had been annoyed when the Old Marshall had told her “I am afraid there will be a fee for that, Captain.”

Captain Coranis had not been able to hide her annoyance but was too impatient to have her new ship and so had merely snapped “I would have thought you were making enough coin off of me and my partners, Marshall…but, fine. How much gold are you needing to do this?”

Old Vishra had not wanted more gold. He had pulled Coranis close and ran his gnarled old hands all over her firm round buttocks, squeezing each cheek in turn.

He had done that right in front of all the shipyard workers. Several nudged their coworkers and a dozen lewd grins watched the Old Man feeling Coranis up, each craftsman wishing it was he that could grab a handful of that demanding bitch’s ass then bend her over a handy workbench. Every shipwright, every blacksmith and every ropemaker who had suffered Coranis’s scolding criticisms of their work wished he could put her in her place by driving a big hard cock into her ‘til she was full of cum and begging for them to stop abusing her bruised gash. They were sure the Old Marshall was about to do exactly that, the lucky old bastard!

Coranis had allowed Vishra’s public familiarity, even when he had pulled her blouse open and flopped her titty out. Everyone could see how big her nipple was. They could see how erect it had become under the Old Man’s caresses. “The price for the extra work” Old Vishra had finally told her as he squeezed her exposed boob some more “is all night between your legs. “

Coranis had agreed. It would not be too hard a price. She calculated a man of Vishra’s age would not be able to make the unlimited entries into her harbour that a younger man might make.

The old man had, as she anticipated, only been able to board her twice that night, though he kept her awake well into the early morning lying alongside her, playing with her tits and eating her pussy.

Notwithstanding the small number of voyages they made, Coranis was somewhat bruised by the huge size of Old Lord Vishra’s erect penis. The pummeling she endured was obvious the next morning to the workers on the near-completed ship. They nudged each other in vindictive satisfaction and grinned maliciously at how tenderly Coranis walked about scrutinizing their work. “There’s another stuck-up bitch that just learned she couldn’t take the old man’s huge pecker as easily as she thought” they chortled gleefully.

Now years later, having sailed a dozen seasons aboard The Prize of Prexus, Coranis knelt on her knees in front of the Old Marshall’s grandson and hoped she was in for more pummeling. She leaned forward and kissed Diamander’s bulge then gently rubbed her face into the big erection she could feel inside his breeches. She hoped he was the same size as his grandsire.

Diamander lost his balance as the ship rolled in the rough seas. Coranis held his hips and steadied him, her nose still pushed into his crotch. The outline of his erection was clearly showing under his clothes. She kissed it again.

Coranis undid Diamander’s laces without asking permission . She was aware that the wind had risen, making the seas rougher. As always, The Prize of Prexus was moving well, taking the bad weather as she was designed to take it. Diamander’s Grandfather had build a good ship when all was completed and the ownership papers handed to her.

Coranis gave no further thought to the weather. Drinnen had the watch and knew what he was doing. As the Prize gracefully rode the stormy swells, Coranis pulled Diamander’s cock out. His size would not have normally disappointed her; it was long and thick and beautiful. Sadly, she was hoping he would have inherited his Grandfather’s monster prick. She remembered with a thrill how she had been hard used that night. She could hardly walk the next day. She had had to pretend she did not see the mocking grins of the shipyard workers.

Only a little disappointed by the size she now held in her grip, the Skipper leaned forward to take the still large cock into her mouth and suck on it. Diamander, seeing no advantage in denying her, philosophically allowed her to blow him for a while but he felt something disquieting about Coranis. He wished she would have let him go down below and bunk with Llisanya.

Coranis had no intention of letting him go anywhere. “Remove my garments” she ordered “and do to me what a man is expected to do.”

Naked, she pulled him to her bunk and parted her legs wide. He obediently pushed his cock in deep. He fucked her for quite some time, not cumming. She was very attractive but he felt no lust as he serviced her. He continued to wonder what was it that was so off putting about her.

Coranis lay there and moaned. She had no particular worry that Diamander did not shoot his brine. She liked that he could not cum; that way he kept going. She never wondered if Diamander was uncomfortable about something. She orgasmed repeatedly until toward dinner time he became soft and unable to continue. No joyous explosion of Vishra jizz had filled her cunt but she was sated.

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Triander entered his home in a hurry and bustled down the hall to his private rooms. They shared a wall with Jemella’s rooms.

Tossing his paperwork on his bed, he hurriedly moved over to the secret peephole he so often used to watch Jemella when she entertained her male visitors. He hoped that that souse Asquinn was still humping her so he could enjoy the show. He loved to see a big hard cock sliding in and out of his horny wife.

Triander saw that Asquinn was indeed on top of Jemella but apart from chewing on her left tit, Asquinn seemed to be finished having sex with her. Triander had missed all the fun.

Triander reached up and pulled a cord. Maybe Jemella would be able to get Asquinn to fuck some more if she knew he was watching. On the wall in Jemella’s room the cuckoo clock began to cuckoo. The satisfied Asquinn was too busy sucking lazily on Jemella’s erect teat to wonder why the clock was cuckooing when it was no where near the top of the hour.

Hearing the cuckoo, Jemella turned her head toward the spyhole, She knew what Triander wanted. She nodded to her him, silently agreeing to get Asquinn to perform again so her husband could enjoy the show.

Jemella spent a frustratingly long half hour trying to keep Asquinn awake and back to a state of arousal. She chatted with him while caressing his limp dick and cradlimg his balls, rolling them around in the palm of her hand and juggling them on her fingers. She laughed at his jokes and thanked him for his affections. At last he got his boner back. She rolled onto her back and spread wide and the second fuck began.

“It’s about time” Triander muttered impatiently as he saw his spouse being mounted. He pulled out his hard cock and yanked on it while watching Asquinn insert his long cock into his wife’s cunt…his cunt.

Jemella turned her face once more to the peephole and grinned that evil grin of hers. She had done her part to get the Bill approved, but she was letting Triander know she enjoyed giving Lord Asquinn his reward regardless.

Knowing she knew he was watching, Triander was too aroused to be jealous. He played with his cock, pumping it several times. To his delight, Asquinn soon started ramming into Jemella good and hard. Asquinn had sobered up a little and was fucking a little more competently. Jemella’s bare boobs swayed heavily on her chest.

As the speed of Asquinn’s thrusts increased, Triander could not stop his pumping right hand from also increasing in speed. He gripped his cock firmly and stroked away to the sight of his wife lying wide open so another man could lecherously indulge. By Marr, it was fun to see her defiled like that! To see her being a slut!

Despite the intensity of his arousal, Triander wisely slowed his hand when he felt an ejaculation approaching, telling himself he was not to let himself cum just yet. Once he was done watching Jemella and Asquinn for a space of time he would surely be all fired up for a sex partner of his own.