A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part Twenty Eight

Leaving the Old Druidess’s cottage, Cadwarra had one more appointment that day.

Dominating the centre of Qeynos, no one needed to ask where the Palace was. Cadwarra explained to the Royal Guards what business she had with Her Majesty. A gust of wind whirled under her cloak and skirts. The slit in her dress opened and the Guards enjoyed a good view of shapely thigh right up to bare hip.

Cadwarra casually pushed her dress back into place but not before allowing the Guards to have a few more seconds to look. She figured they were probably bored and decided she should allow them a few moments relief from the tedium. They seemed to like the view. Tunare liked men to like the view. Even the goosebumps that rose as the cold wind hit her bare legs looked sexy.

“I’ll need to search you for weapons” the Corporal of the Guard immediately told her. Having just gotten a good eyeful of shapely limb he saw no reason not to take the opportunity to caress the body of some silly Elfgirl who no doubt had wanted an audience with the Queen to offer advice on how to run the Kingdom. Qeynos was full of deluded commoners who thought they could just waltz up and get a meeting with the Royal Presence. It was a weekly occurrence.

Equally interested in Cadwarra’s lower limb, the other Guard spoke up. “We both ought to search her.”

This seemed a little unnecessary to Cadwarra. The Guards had just seen there was nothing under her skirts, not even underclothes. She suspected the Guards just wanted another ‘looky-loo’.

Not that she was too very bothered by being searched by the Palace Guard. They were rather good looking. Her nipples hardened. She felt that familiar warming between her legs. The horny men were flipping a coin to decide who was to ‘search’ her first.

It was tails. The Corporal won. He had just indicated to Cadwarra she should follow him to the privacy of the Guardhouse when a well dressed Courtier arrived. He looked puzzled as to what the Guards were doing until a look at the comely figure of the Feir’Dal being hastened into the guardroom told him exactly what dereliction of duty was about to occur. So this was why Lady Cadwarra had not yet arrived for her audience!

He ignored the guilty looking Guards and gave Cadwarra a deep bow. “I am one of Her Majesty’s Equerries. I am to give you a brief lesson in Palace protocol then show you to the Queen’s Chambers for your audience.” Deciding to speak to the Lieutenant of the Tower later rather than delay Cadwarra’s meeting with the Queen further by issuing rebukes, he lead Cadwarra away from the now sexually frustrated Guards; that being punishment enough.

“Whoa!” the Corporal said to the other Guard as the Equerry disappeared around the corner with Cadwarra. “We really misjudged that little Wood Elf…She really was expected at the Palace. I thought she was just another wacko trying to get in to meet the Queen.”

“Yeah” replied the second guard, relieved to think they had been lucky the Equerry arrived when he did. “I was too busy thinking about sticking my cock between those hooters of hers to consider she might be telling the truth. We both coulda ended up eating porridge in Armstrong’s jail for a couple months!”

Despite the narrow escape the Corporal could not forget the sight of those skirts flying open. “You know…jail or not…those were nice legs she had. She‘d squeeze the life outta a fellow if she ever wrapped them around you.”

The other Guard laughed in agreement.”That’s how I want to go!”

To her surprise, the Equerry led Cadwarra into the Private Sitting Room of Queen Antonia instead of the Royal Audience Chamber one would have expected. “Her Majesty will arrive shortly” the Equerry informed Cadwarra as he helped her remove her cloak. He had a good look at her body as she stood in that dress that so elegantly complemented her figure. He stared at her large breasts a moment.

Cadwarra did not notice where the Equerry was looking. The instant she had entered the room her attention had been caught by the large oil painting hanging on the wall opposite the entrance, dominating the room with its size and frank subject matter.

It was a huge portrait of a Centaur rearing bravely up on his hind legs, defiantly brandishing sword and shield at the small female Human that stood before him in the lower left corner of the picture. The Centaur was quite handsome and powerfully muscled right down to the waist where the manly half of the creature transitioned into a stallion’s body. As attractive as the man was above, the equine form below was just as beautiful.

In the top third of the picture, dark clouds loomed over the two figures underneath, suggesting the setting to be the Thundering Steppes. Ominous thunderheads matched the warlike mood and raw power of the Centaur. Crackling lightning bolts crashed down from the clouds in concert with the impending stamp of the Centaur’s huge hooves about to crash down onto the turf just as thunderously.

The painter that had done the work certainly captured the sexual attractiveness of that part of the Centaur that was a man but despite how handsome he was shown to be it was clear that the artist intended the viewer to behold that part that was horse.

The image, the pose, the stormy background all conspired to lead the eyes to the huge erection the Centaur plainly sported, rampant in arousal and very equine in size and shape. The penis stuck out at least two feet, long and proud as the fully tumescent shaft thrust forward like a spear. There was an opening in the clouds and a shaft of sunlight shone through. It angled down to illuminate the penis such that it stood out from the darker details of the rest of the Centaur’s body.

The small female figure was located over on the side, near the frame, standing her ground bravely. She was beautiful both in her facial features and the slim, willowy body she owned. As naked as the Centaur threatening her, she stood weaponless but in no way submissive. Her bare breasts thrust out firm and high and slightly conical in shape. They were of an ample size disproportionately large compared to her slim frame . The artist had ensured that the viewer could see her erect nipples and know that she too felt as much arousal for the Centaur as the Centaur was feeling for her.

Cadwarra, her nipples as awake as those in the painting, inferred that the artist had intended that those allowed the honour of viewing this evocative image would be left in no doubt the female was the Centaur’s equal in both political and sexual power.

Cadwarra studied the female figure only a little longer before her eyes were drawn back to the Centaur’s phallus. The huge thing was not like a Human cock; the tip being flat instead of the round knobs that Cadwarra’s Human and Elven lovers sported as they positioned themselves between her willing thighs and pushed into her open pussy.

Cadwarra followed the sweep of the Centaur’s erection back from the tip along the incredibly thick shaft as it swept all the way back to the huge balls hanging fully exposed between the powerful hind legs. Caught in the very moment when the Centaur had reared up off his forelegs, the talented artist had somehow managed to convey to the viewer that those enormous testicles were swinging freely, obviously heavy with the load of semen promised to the nude woman should she be so bold as to offer to pleasure the Centaur…as any woman might fantasize doing.

As a girl, Cadwarra had heard the ribald tales of oversexed Centaurs that the womenfolk in her village told in scandalous whispers when the menfolk weren’t there. The silly fictions always went the same: some innocent maiden’s beauty had enthralled a passing Centaur. Unable to resist her, the Centaur had swept the virginal temptress off her feet and had run off with her on horses’ hooves faster than the men of the village could follow.

Finding a secluded glade with a babbling brook and servants to bring the Maid every libation and sweetmeat she wished for, the libidinous Centaur had ravaged the innocent Girl repeatedly and with such passion that no woman hearing the story did not but wish that a Centaur might ravish her as boldly as was ravished the female of the story. Eventually, the menfolk of the story bravely caught up with the Centaur and demanded the return of their once chaste female. It was always the same silly ending: the young woman had always refused to return; preferring to remain with her demi-equine lover.

It was all stuff and nonsense, of course. Despite it being a common fantasy no woman truly wanted to be sexually assaulted but such a beast. Still, that oil painting clearly suggested such a union between Human and Centaur was about to happen. Cadwarra found herself drawn to the same naughty fantasy that the women of her village entertained.

Seeing Cadwarra preoccupied by the erotic painting, the Equerry took the opportunity to stare a little longer at Cadwarra’s big tits. She was not the first woman to enter the Queen’s Private Sitting Room, see the erotic artwork on the wall and betray her titillation just as Cadwarra was doing. He liked how Cadwarra’s nipples had popped up so quickly under her bodice the near instant her eyes fell on the picture. He so wished he could reach over and feel Lady Cadwarra up.

Despite his desires, the Equerry remembered his duties. He raised his eyes to the Wood Elf’s pretty face and interrupted her scrutiny of the painting with a diplomatic clearing of the throat. “Do you wish me to again go over the protocols you need to follow when addressing the Queen, Lady Cadwarra?”

Cadwarra was embarrassed to have the Courtier see how profoundly the artwork was affecting her. She took her wide-open, lust filled eyes off the erotic image of raw equine sexuality and strength.