A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Eighteen, Section C

Falco and Arabella were back outside Thorsona’s townhouse for the second night in a row. They lurked in the same niche while they watched Thorsona lock her door and head off down to Fish’s muttering “he better be there.” Arabella felt sorry for Bauer if he was to let her down a second evening in a row.

“Okay” Arabella told Falco as Thorsona disappeared around the corner “just run in and get that bo staff…and all your stuff, of course.” She almost pushed Falco toward the door. “Just be quick. If anyone comes along stay chilled. I’ll use ‘Call of the Hero’ to teleport you back to me.”

Arabella had hung a magic medallion around Falco’s neck in order for the ‘Call of Hero’ spell to identify and call the correct ‘Hero’. Falco slightly resented Arabella explaining everything two or three times. It was as if she kept wanting to remind him all about how she had learned to cast ‘Call of the Hero’ like it was a big deal. Was he supposed to be impressed just because she knew one lousy magic spell?

The lock was easy to pick. Whats’er Name would be proud of how well she had taught him. The door swung inward and Falco entered, closing the door softly behind him. He locked it just in case.

Thorsona’s apartment was modest. A four poster bed was in the middle of the room and little else; a stove, a small night table and a huge wardrobe. There was a door on the far wall.

Falco saw no sign of his stuff nor the bo staff that Arabella was so anxious to get back. He had wanted to get in and be out in a minute but he spent some time looking for his things. Not finding anything under the bed nor in the wardrobe Falco opened the other door and found a large walk-in closet. He entered. His stuff must be in there.

The closet was jammed-packed full of junk, clothes and armour. If his stuff was in there, it must be buried under all the other junk.

As he started rooting through it all he found various whips, chains, buckled straps and handcuffs. Thorsona sure treated her prisoners harshly, he erroneously concluded. Over toward the far wall, he found a dildo which he wisely declined to touch.

Outside, Arabella was getting impatient. “Just grab our stuff and get out of there, you dizzy Feir’Dal” she muttered under her breath. She was thinking of casting ‘Call of the Hero’ and when he materialized in front of her she would yell at him for farting around for so long. She instead forced herself to be patient; Falco had lots of time. Maybe he was looking for some coins they could split. She could use some extra coins.

That was when a small patrol appeared out of the corner of her eye, to her left. They were walking slowly as if looking for someone. There were eight of them. She recognized that bitch Penley leading them.

She had not been vigilant enough. Had she spotted the patrol sooner instead of glaring angrily at Thorsona’s closed door she would have cast ‘Call of the Hero’. She and Falco could have huddled in the dark niche until the patrol went by. If they were seen she could pretend Falco was her casual encounter; paying a Lady of the Evening for a quickie.

It was too late to ‘Call’ Falco so she waited, hoping those Humans would not see her in the dark night. She dearly hoped Falco would not choose this moment to exit the townhouse, re-stolen booty in hand.

Everything would be fine, she told herself, just stay quiet. Then she saw that one of Penley’s subordinates was a High Elf. Arabella never hated High Elves more than right then with their night vision and their arrogance. He peered at every corner and recess as the patrol walked slowly along in what Arabella now realized was a methodical sweep intended to find someone. The High Elf’s eyes met Arabella’s. “There’s someone over there in the darkness” he told Penley, pointing right at Arabella. “A Teir’Dal.”

Arabella was caught. “Typical Dark Elf…” Penley’s voice boomed loudly through the neighbourhood as she stormed directly over. “…lurking in shadows like they always do.” Penley got right into Arabella’s face. “Up to no good tonight, Inky?”

Arabella said nothing. Penley towered over her, glaring down in an obviously bad mood. Her patrol had just dropped Williams off in jail. She had spent a maddening half hour arguing vehemently with the jailors that the murderer needed to be placed in solitary confinement. Finally prevailing, she was annoyed to now need to be investigating last night’s reports of a suspicious character lingering in the shadows of a decent law-abiding neighbourhood. She was not pleased to find another prisoner to arrest and drag in to the stubborn jailers. She vented her frustration on Arabella. “Perhaps we can start by seeing your Citizen papers, you ugly little cutpurse” she sneered.

“I am not a cutpurse” Arabella answered, deliberately curt. She hoped that in the resulting argument over who was a cutpurse and who wasn’t everyone would forget to ask a second time for her non-existent citizenship papers. “I’m just a freelance Lady, waiting for my next customer. I charge seven silver if your guards need a brief diversion. Heck, I can give a group discount of six silver each, now that I think of it.”

Penley obviously did not believe Arabella was there selling her body but pointed out to her, regardless, “it’s only five silver at Fiona’s and you can get an actual Human there instead of a scrawny little indigo whore. Now come clean, what’s a citizenless criminal like you doing hiding in dark corners? One of our good Citizens reported someone was prowling around here last night trying to lure men into the shadows so they can rob them. Was that you?”

“No. No, it wasn’t me.” Arabella protested indignantly. She mentally kicked herself. She should have known that Human passerby last night would report them.

Penley reached out and pulled Arabella’s dagger from it’s sheath. She examined the blade. “This looks suspiciously sharp, Blueberry. What’s even more suspicious is that you are wearing a nice set of leather armour. Law abiding citizens often wear armour, I concede, just not black, leather armour…so that you are neither seen nor heard as you skulk around in dark corners.”

“A working girl needs to protect herself” Arabella answered saucily then realized she needed to stop arguing. She needed to get Penley’s patrol to move on before Falco came out the door with his loot and got them both arrested for burglary.

“If you have any evidence against me” Arabella protested “I request we head to the jail so I can book an early trial time in the morning and clear my good reputation. Either that or please go on with your noble duties of protecting our good city from ne’er-do-wells. Standing here you are scaring my customers away.”

Penley did not like her tone. “You hear that boys? The little slag, here, is worried about you chasing away her customers. I guess she doesn’t consider you worthy enough to be her customers.” She looked at Arabella and smirked. “I think you need to apologize to my guardsmen.”

Arabella caught her meaning. At least it was an opportunity to get this patrol away from Thorsona’s home. She reached up to undo her jerkin. Her high breasts thrust out for the males to see. They were full and heavy with milk. The men all had a good look.

“As you suggest” Arabella conceded “five silver per man. There’s a good place down the way about a half a block. Nice and quiet. No one will disturb us.”

Arabella did not particularly relish a bunch of Humans doing her one after the other but once she got them down the road and into the trees they would not be able to observe Falco leaving the scene of the crime. She would convince them to each take her one at a time into the thickest part of the trees for some privacy then she would be able to use her invisibility spell and simply slip away before any of them fucked her. She would ‘Call’ Falco to her when it was safe. ‘Call of Hero’ had a range of several miles.

Arabella lead them to the spot she knew. It was a nice parkette a good distance away from Thorsona’s door. No one wanted to waste time having a separate, private time with Arabella so she resigned herself to being the main attraction in a gangbang. They would be placing their filthy Human hands on her, sticking their filthy Human cocks in her, shooting their filthy Human seed into her. It made her pussy tingle to think of the humiliation. Maybe they would shove her around a bit for added debasement. She could only hope.

The good thing was it would be some time before all the guardsmen were done with her. Falco would exit Thorsona’s home unhindered; if he would just stop messing around in there and get out with that bo staff in his hands.

Penley grabbed her youngest guardsman and pulled him to a private area away from the others. The lad had advanced rapidly since that day he had filled out his enlistment application in Vishra’s vestibule while the sounds of Cadwarra making love to Vishra had reached his ears. “I think we can have a little private time ourselves” Penley told him.

The youth did not resist his Captain’s suggestion. It was his first night assigned to Penley’s patrol. The Trainer Trandall had warned him that Penley expected to be frequently pleased.

Penley pulled the young guard’s penis out. He was nice and hard. “Are you a virgin, Guardsman, or have you already gotten your dick blessed by a willing wench?”

“Oh….certainly I have” he lied “often.”

Penley felt his hard cock in her grip. She squeezed it and pumped it a couple times. It was a lovely long one. Maybe it was a bit too skinny but it would penetrate nice and deep.

The young guard dutifully stood there. With his commanding officer’s hand gripping his prick so firmly, he was quite proud of the individual attention he was getting. He could hear his comrades a little way away arguing over who got the Dark Elf first while he got the Captain all to himself.

Penley knelt and was about to start sucking cock when the inability of the other guards to resolve in what order the gangbang should occur got to annoying her. “Just go in order of seniority, you idiots! You can all each have a second go around, you know, if you don’t waste all your time arguing. We just need to get that cutpurse skag to jail before our shift is over at eleven o’clock.”

As she sucked on that beautiful young virgin penis she heard the Dark Elf grunt painfully then one guardsman guffawed “by Marr, If you can’t take that High Elf cock, whadaya going to do when we Humans start stickin’ in the really big ones?”

“You think four inches is really big, do you?” Arabella retorted. There was a round of good-natured laughter in response to Arabella’s jibe at the loudmouthed guardsman.

The High Elf finished. “Okay, Reynolds, get in there, then. We’ll let the Teir’Dal whore tell us by her moans if yours is bigger than mine.”

“Right you are” Reynolds answered “here, Inky, have my ‘four inches’ and another four to boot!” As he mounted Arabella’s lovely, fit body he squeezed her milk-filled boobs. Her milk sprayed up for all to see. He thrust fully in and Arabella made a grunt of pain as he rammed hard several times, thick cock pushing her labia wide apart as he stretched her uncomfortably.

Reynolds came quickly. A third guardsman mounted Arabella as Penley’s young guardsman moaned and orgasmed into Penley’s quim in the darkness a short distance away. He had not lasted very long. Coming too soon while fucking your captain’s vagina was not a way to be promoted in Penley’s patrol. As he pulled up his leggings he heard one of the other guards over in the group remark. “Can you believe a tiny thing like her can take all our big wangs? I think she likes ‘em big.”

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Falco was still looking through all Thorsona’s junk for his equipment, He was almost done rummaging through Thorsona’s walk-in closet without success. Only the corner behind the door was unsearched. He had to close the door to get behind it. To his horror, just as he closed it, he heard the front door lock turn and Thorsona and Bauer barged noisily into the main room.

Clearly annoyed once again, Thorsona tossed her door key on the table by the bed. “You drunk asshole” she snapped at Bauer in the now familiar angry tone she had “if I had known you were going to spend all your copper on ale instead of making sure you had enough to buy me dinner I would have stayed home and used my dildo.”

“Suga’ ips” Bauer answered in a slurred, very intoxicated voice “I was just abou’ da go home and get s’more silver coins so I could spen‘em all on you.”

“Don’t ‘Sugar Lips’ me, you souse! After you spilled that ale on my best top, I’m not in the mood.” There was a scraping of furniture on the floor. “My coin purse is hidden up in the third rafter, just climb up on this chair and get it for me while I change my top and then we can head back to the tavern.”

Falco remained completely still. Why hadn’t Arabella used ‘Call of the Hero’ on him when she saw these two coming down the road? She sure was fucking proud of it and all. He looked down at Arabella’s medallion and confirmed it had not fallen off. What was she doing out there?

He stood there silent, angry at Arabella’s failing. He could hear Bauer making a lot of noise stumbling around in his inebriated state as he got back down off the chair. “Here’s you purse, Suga’ips. And may I say, yuh look ravishin’ topless.”

“Stop leering at me changing, and I don’t need the whole purse, Stupid. I’m not going to walk around with a dozen plat in my pocket. Grab fifty copper and let’s go get some dinner to put in our mouths.”

“Yuh c’n put this in your mouth right now fer free, Babe.”

A drunk trying to seduce his lover with suggestive invitations never resulted in success. “Put that back in your pants, Dolt. There’s no cocksucking tonight. I’m mad at you.”

“Yer mad a’ me?” Bauer asked with the consternated tone only a drunk would use. His speech was barely coherent. “E’en when ya can clearly see how hard ya made me?”

There was a pause while, presumably, Thorsona took a look at the effects her female body had had on Bauer. “Well, I do feel that is quite a compliment you got there, Cupcake. I am surprised you can get it up with all that ale in your gut, though.”

“Ah c’n ge’ it up all night, Babe. Just ge’ on the bed and aw’ll dish something out fer ya the chef at Fish’s never…hic…will dish out.”

Again, there was a short pause and Thorsona said “Okay. Let’s fuck. But get the leather bindings. I want you to tie me up first.”

“Oh, Babe!” Bauer mumbled, clearly excited.