A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Seventeen

Vishra was a little jealous. He and the clerk had stayed working in the vestibule while the Jurors rode Cadwarra enthusiastically in his office. They had left the door open in case the Jurors needed something so, naturally, they heard everything.

Catches of conversation reached their ears in the vestibule as they worked. “Look at what she’s doing!” and “By Quellious! I’m going to cream in her tight pussy again!”

He was a little concerned for his Paladin-in-Training when someone said “Slow down, you’re hurting her.” Vishra was relieved to hear Cadwarra answer by saying “No, it’s fine. I can handle his big thing.”

The poor clerk had to listen to that perfect Wood Elf girl getting fucked by men whose only qualifications to use her body were that they were men of power. He imagined her breasts rolling around on her chest under each thrust of their undeserving hips. He heard the pleasure in her moans and the glootching of her glistening vagina. If only he could be allowed to fuck her, he yearned, he would make her moan and glootch, too. All night.

The foursome carried on for some time. “Just be glad you don’t need to bribe all twelve members of the Jury, Miss Cadwarra!”

“I could do it” Cadwarra protested under an unusually exuberant thrust by the youngest Juror. There was a good-natured chorus of cheers for her assertion followed by “Okay, it’s my turn to fuck her some more. Get offa her.”

Seeing how the distraction from the adjacent room was affecting the clerk’s ability to do his tasks properly, Vishra had finally sent him home. “Remember” Vishra reminded the clerk curtly “your turn comes tomorrow night with Llisanya. She’ll need a full load in her so don’t go jerking off tonight thinking about how lovely Miss Cadwarra looks.”

Without that admonition from Vishra and the promise of a good fuck with Llisanya within twenty four hours, the poor clerk would have probably been jagging off in frustration all night long. The last thing he heard as he exited the front door was Cadwarra pleading “let me suck both your cocks at once while he fucks me again.”

It was late when the Jurors finally exhausted themselves and left, hugging Cadwarra ‘thank you’ and congratulating her on her acquittal.

At last Vishra and Cadwarra were alone and ready to start training. “I trust those gentlemen did not tire you too much, Cadwarra.”

Cadwarra was pulling her chain mail jerkin down over her bare breasts assuming it was time for her training, long delayed by the legal proceedings and then the compulsory rewards due to the Jurors in thanks for reaching the wise finding of innocence.

“Thank you for asking, Marshall. I am fine.” Remembering her manners, she paused in the middle of fastening the top lace and smiled invitingly at Vishra. “You are quite welcome to also celebrate Tunare with me if you were wishing.” She slowly undid the laces she had just done up, looking at him expectantly.

Vishra had to admire Cadwarra’s endurance. This little Wood Elf was tough as a troll. It spoke well to his assessment that she was worthy of being trained by him personally.

His penis was fully erect. He saw Cadwarra’s eye flick down to admire his bulging manliness. He remembered the feel of her soft breasts in his hands that day he laid her down onto the practice mats for a nice fuck before she went to jail. How her legs had wrapped around him as she took his spewing flood of semen.

He should have put a son in her that day. He should do it now. If he asked her he was sure she would allow him to knock her up. It would be such a thrill to look into her eyes as he filled her womb. She would have such a big round tummy. He would put his hand on it to feel his boy kicking inside her.

Much as he would have liked to push Cadwarra down onto the mats and give her the attention she seemed to be begging for, he had promised his wife, after managing to get her to stop yelling, that he would limit his extramarital affairs to the agreed upon number of mistresses, plus Llisanya, and he determined to keep to his promise.

“Trust me, I would be very glad to make love to you, Cadwarra, but we need to get some training in. Of course the lesson you just learned was important, too.

“I learned a lesson?”

“Yes. Keep those in power happy. Those men will never hassle you again. They’ll be your friends…at least in some ways. Plus, we got that silliness about your rape charge sorted out.”

“It’s nice to have that done with” Cadwarra agreed.

“Alright. Let’s get started. It’s time you learned to cast several important magic combat spells. These will be handy in a free-for-all as they will damage several enemies surrounding you at once, simultaneously.”

Cadwarra finished doing up the last of her laces then her buckles as he spoke. She smiled confidently, looking so capable and so pretty in her chain mail. “I’m ready to learn, Marshall.”

He stood behind her to show her how to stand. He put his hands on her perfect female waist. Her hips were so round; so perfectly designed to birth a baby. He lowered his hands down to them and caressed them, feeling the graceful curve of her pelvis. Cadwarra did not protest.

He remembered his promise to his wife and he raised his hands back up to her waist. He guided her into the proper stance. “Please lift your arms a little and stand with your feet like so…”

As she raised her arms, he again could not resist her perfectly proportioned curves. He slid his hands up off her waist to cup her breasts, kneading them under the chain mail, squeezing one big handful then the other. He marveled at how much boob she had. They would hold so much milk for his child.

She leaned back into his chest. “Keep those in power happy” Vishra had advised Cadwarra. She liked to keep Vishra happy. His hands felt so good on her boobs. She tilted her head and closed her eyes just as she had once done with Trandall during a similar training exercise; the time she had let him look down her top to watch her nipples rise. They were equally hard now. She wanted to watch Vishra suck on her thick, pink stems.

He was greatly tempted by Cadwarra’s willing body and the way she was pressing her ass against his cock. But he finally removed his hands from her breasts and got on with the lesson.

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Falco and Arabella lurked in the shadows across the lane from Thorsona’s townhouse waiting for her to leave so Falco could break in. Arabella had confirmed he could pick a lock.

Beckah, who knew more about the habits of residents of Qeynos than Arabella or Falco did, had assured them that Thorsona always went for dinner at Fish’s and would stay for several hours. Tonight Thorsona showed no signs she was preparing to leave for the evening.

They could see Thorsona was alone inside. She was pacing back and forth in front of her window, angry about something. Arabella and Falco could hear her repeatedly yelling furiously but the angry words were indiscernible. She occasionally shook her fists in the air or punched the wall.

The two would-be burglars remained hidden quietly in a dark recess, waiting. “Whatever is making her mad now is going to be nothing compared to how she will feel when she finds out she’s been robbed” Arabella snickered.

An hour passed and Thorsona still did not leave. Arabella got impatient. Her breasts were filling back up with milk and she wanted to get this done, then get Falco to suck her mammary glands dry for her. Maybe she would get him to do that right here. She would just get him in the mood, first.

Standing close against Falco’s body, she wrapped her legs around Falco’s well muscled right leg and used it to masturbate slowly. She rubbed up and down while grinning at him. “Wanna do it right here” she offered. “Right beside the road? We might as well have fun while standing here.”

They were both wearing leather buff coats and leggings, expropriated from Sprockfuddle’s inventory. The leather was dyed black, perfect for felonious nocturnal activity; they needed to make the minimal noise leather armour made while stealing back Falco’s possessions.