A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part Twenty Four

Marshall Vishra saw the last departing guests off alongside his wife.

The evening had gone quite well. He had gotten a favourable update from Triander as to very few Lord’s being swayed toward voting against their bill. With the added comforting fact that there was no sign of Llisanya and the interfering Lord Russeau it boded well for a successful vote tomorrow. Llisanya had earned her pay.

He saw no sign of Cadwarra and Bowerbrook amongst the last guests. He wondered how they had hit if off. He had somehow lost sight of them, having not seen either since he had introduced Cadwarra to Bowerbrook mid evening. Did Bowerbrook seem disposed toward certifying her as a Paladin despite her weak performance in the art of casting heal spells?

She had obviously enchanted Bowerbrook. She graciously accepted his invitation to a waltz and stepped out onto the floor with him. Vishra had got dealing with the other guests and lost Cadwarra and Bowerbrook in the mass of other dancing couples.

“Amber and Cadwarra told me ‘good night’ half an hour ago and went home.” Lady Vishra supplied as they stood in the now empty ballroom. The servants came in en masse to clean up. “They said they had a wonderful time” she added. Privately, she finished the statement in her head “…had a wonderful time showing everyone their titties.”

As if reading her thoughts, Vishra made a suggestion to his wife “I trust you would not mind speaking to Clothspinner & Co. about Amber’s breasts being clearly visible to all our guests?”

Lady Vishra had nodded in agreement. “They’ll be getting a stern note.”

As they left the room for the servants to put in order, Vishra commented “Chef seems to have made way too much food. Some of those plates are barely touched.”

“ I told him to make extra, Dear. Staff made a huge effort to ensure everything went well tonight. They deserve a little party of their own.”

They turned a corner. Lady Vishra added “He’ll get credit for everyone having midnight snacks but he’ll tell them he can’t always be making extra and not to expect such a spread every time we have guests. It’s all arranged between Chef and I.”

Marshall Vishra reflected that this was why he let his wife run the House. He had other problems to address. He took a deep breath and let his wife know what Diamander and Amber had done on Cadwarra’s bed. He asked her to deal with Amber in that regard.

Lady Vishra had already been told of Amber’s transgression by her own next-door informant. Still, she pretended to be shocked and surprised as her husband told her the news. “Why would Amber do that” she demanded. “That silly little girl could have grabbed any handsome male servant to provide her with what she wanted…” Lady Vishra sighed theatrically then assured her husband “I am seeing her tomorrow at noon luncheon. I will deal with her then, Love.”

“I am sorry to tell you that distressing news at the end of such a perfect evening” he apologized to his wife “but I felt you would be best able to deal with Amber. I am afraid there is more I need to do tonight and will not have time to prepare for Amber’s temper tantrum when she discovers she has been found out.”

“It’s best a mother looks after these things” Lady Vishra agreed. Putting thoughts of that unpleasant discussion aside until tomorrow, she put her arm around her husband affectionately as they walked down the corridor. “Must you work late? I had intended to make you forget all about the piece of tail you got from Cadwarra earlier this evening.”

Vishra studied his wife, suspicious she had been spying on him and Cadwarra during their ‘meeting’. He decided she had simply made a shrewd guess. “You’re my number one piece of tail” he assured her and squeezed her milk-swollen breast. “You best go have a good sleep because I will come looking for you tomorrow after the vote. I assure you I will not be thinking about Cadwarra then.” She laughed that delightful laugh he had first heard the night he met her. He kissed her cheek affectionately and headed to the front door of the manor to deal with Diamander.

Vishra had enough to do tonight without needing to speak to Diamander. He had considered having Triander deal with his son regarding this incestuous act with Amber but in the end the Marshall felt he would need to deal with it himself. He would separate the two cousins by sending Diamander off on an out-of-town task that needed addressing. The problem was of Diamander’s making, anyway. He would update his brother tomorrow about the disturbing thing their children had done.

Diamander stood waiting outside the Mansion. Toward the end of the party, the Marshall had asked him not to go back to Cadwarra’s apartment but to wait for him in the street outside. Diamander just wanted to go home and lay his head on Cadwarra’s breast.

Cadwarra had looked so lovely that evening. Diamander’s were just one of the many pairs of eyes that had followed her back and forth across the dance floor. She could not waltz any better than she curtsied but it did not matter to all that admired her. Her gown seemed designed for waltzing. The skirts flowed to the music and swept around her body as she turned to follow her partner’s lead, hiding her many missteps. The slit in the side frequently opened a scandalizing amount to reveal her bare thigh as she waltzed.

Her frequent exposures resulted in her having an unending line of partners, one after another. Each partner danced too close for Diamander’s liking. Shockley at last had asked Cadwarra for a turn.

Diamander had not liked the way Shockley was holding Cadwarra. The little prick was clearly trying to get her to brush her breast tips on his chest while simultaneously eyeing her exposed bosom. Cadwarra seemed not to be aware of what Shockley was doing. Her tits touched his tunic then touched again. Seizing his chance, Shockley had pulled her hard against him, gleefully squashing Cadwarra’s breasts flat into his chest.

Though Cadwarra did not appear uncomfortable with this inappropriate liberty, Diamander was not happy. He had cut in. Cadwarra had politely thanked Shockley as she partnered up with Diamander and gave him a bright smile.

Uncle Vishra had then cut in on him, explaining that Cadwarra needed to meet Lord Bowerbrook. Cadwarra gave Diamander an affectionate hug then left the dance floor to chat politely with Bowerbrook and Vishra.

Bowerbrook soon had Cadwarra back out onto the floor. Cadwarra seemed delighted to have a partner that could dance so well. She made less mistakes. After a few more waltzes the musicians launched into a polka. Bowerbrook broke into the faster step.

Cadwarra knew how to polka. She easily followed as Bowerbrook swung her around, occasionally lifting her off her feet, skirts flying open to show all that leg. He seemed to be trying his best to make Cadwarra’s breasts fall out of her dress as she landed. They quivered and jiggled in the bralette but did not spill out.

They were breathless at the end of the polka, grinning and laughing. Bowerbrook had given Cadwarra a look and asked her something. Cadwarra looked pleased and answered something back. She had then nodded in assent and accompanied Bowerbrook to the exit leading to the private rooms.

A maid was stationed there. Cadwarra leaned into Bowerbrook, pressing her breast into his ribs while the maid bowed and handed a key to Lord Bowerbrook. She directed the amorous couple to one of the unoccupied rooms.

Diamander knew Cadwarra well enough to see that she was quite excited to be bedding Bowerbrook. He understood. Cadwarra was not supposed to be exclusively his but he had still felt a little jealous. Diamander looked around to ensure that this union with Bowerbrook was ok with his Uncle, but Uncle Vishra was nowhere to be seen.

He had just decided Cadwarra must have been given permission to screw Lord Bowerbrook when Shockley slunk up to him crabwise, leering at Cadwarra’s lovely round ass as she was lead to her room. Right at the moment Shockley reached Diamnder’s side, Bowerbrook’s hand licentiously pulled the slit in Cadwarra’s skirt wide open, baring half her ass. Bowerbrook saucily squeezed her right cheek. Cadwarra giggled and eagerly pulled her Lord-for-the-Hour down the hall as her dress fell back into place. Cadwarra and her ass disappear around a corner.

“That lucky bastard is gonna have his hard prick balls deep in your girlfriend in less than five minutes” Shockley had salaciously predicted.

“She’s not my girlfriend” Diamander corrected him. “She is allowed to do what she wants.”

Shockley paid no attention to Diamander’s clarification. “As soon as Bowerbrook is done pounding her gorgeous ass through the mattress, maybe you could arrange a threesome for us?”

“Pardon?” Diamander asked curtly, not hiding his annoyance with the obnoxious Shockley. A threesome with this twit was the last thing he wanted to discuss. Despite his acknowledgment of Cadwarra’s sexual freedom, he was trying to process the fact that Cadwarra was going to a private chamber to fuck another man. Shockley’s intrusive comments were most unwelcome at that moment.

Shockley misinterpreted the coldness in Diamander’s tone. “Stop being coy, Diamander Vishra. Don’t say you wouldn’t consider a fun little orgy; I fuck her while sucking on your hard dick. Then she becomes the middle of a Wood Elf sandwich by willingly spreading those perfect thighs for a double penetration from both of us. We finish off by titfucking her and blasting our loads all over her big boobs.” Despite Diamander’s clearly rising temper Shockley concluded crudely “Lastly, I lick your sweet cum out of her cleavage.”

Waiting for the Marshall out on the street, Diamander had still not calmed down about Shockley’s lewd proposal. He had no interest in that ghet sucking on his cock or eating his sperm. He needed to not let Shockley’s lack of tact bother him so. He willfully pushed his anger at Shockley from his thoughts. He cordially said his goodnights to some late departing guests as they walked by on their way to their nearby House. That polite exchange helped.

As the couple walked on toward their mansion. Diamander wished he could head home too and climb into bed with Cadwarra. He would ask Cadwarra how things had gone with Bowerbrook. As long as she had a good time, it would be alright, he rationalized. He would then fuck her a couple times himself once Amber had gone to sleep.

He pondered how to deal with Amber. Shortly after Cadwarra and Lord Bowerbrook had headed to their assigned room, Amber had done the same with one of Uncle Vishra’s business associates, Earl Marshford. Marshford had stopped fondling Amber’s breasts long enough to take a key from the maid but was so anxious to start humping that he did not pause to have the maid tell him which room he had been given. Fortunately for her overly-hasty lover, Amber had made him pause so she could hear the room number. They hurried down the hall, his hands all over her as she pressed her body close to him, opening her mouth for his wet, sloppy tongue even before they were out of sight of the many guests.

Well, Diamander thought, at least Amber won’t be horny for a screw from him tonight. In the morning he would firmly explain to to her that they must never have sex again.

Thus resolved to do the honourable thing, Diamander pulled his thin coat close, trying to stay warm. Though he was not sure why his uncle wished to see him, he was somewhat disquieted by the serious tone Uncle Vishra had used.

At last, the Marshall came out of the Mansion. He had a quite somber look. They stood in the cold fall air talking very seriously. It was revealed to Diamander that the family knew that he had been intimate with Amber.

Diamander was embarrassed. This was worse than the last time he had let down his family. Uncle Vishra had merely been angry when he had heard about Diamander licking Cadwarra’s face clean of some stranger’s cum in broad daylight. Diamander knew this most recent trespass was worse by far.

Uncle Vishra pronounced judgment. Diamander was being sent away. He should be grateful that he was not being exiled permanently. He was to go to the City of New Halas in the Everfrost lands to deal with a problem. The sailing was upon the early tide. It was best he not go home and take his leave of his pretty Wood Elf bedmate or his oversexed cousin. Once he had dealt with the issue in New Halas, he could return to Qeynos and apologize to his parents.

Diamander could only mutter “I understand, Uncle. I am sorry I let you down.”

“An apology is not enough considering the damage your butt-fucking ex-boyfriend is doing up there in New Halas” Marshall Vishra had scolded him. “The reports from my agents cite a number of uncomfortable truths he is saying about you and a number of nasty untruths he is saying about Cadwarra. Every one of his inebriated utterances makes our family look bad. Grab him by the scruff of the neck and remind him of his non-disclosure agreement with me about your foolish carryings-on before you discovered Cadwarra’s pussy.”

Diamander could only nod obediently while his uncle repeated his instructions most unnecessarily. “Tell him to stop talking about you every time he gets drunk in the Raven’s Loft and tell him to stop blaming Cadwarra loudly and publicly for curing your faggot behaviour. If you want to prove yourself worthy to be a Vishra just sort this business out and get back here. Maybe by then I will know what I am going to do with you and Amber. For now, just head out. My Clerk has packed all you need. Baltazar and your bags and your tickets will be waiting for you on the dock” Marshall Vishra took a deep breath, as if needing to calm himself. “You will be on The Prize of Prexus, Diamander. It’s as safe a ship as you can travel on during these dangerous times at sea.”

Diamander nodded obediently.

Vishra pulled something out of his pocket and showed it to his nephew. It was a ring. Not a very impressive looking ring.

“I’ll need to you wear this on your voyage” the Marshall explained and handed it to Diamander as if it was something precious. “It is a very valuable possession of mine and I will need it back. I got it from my father who got it from his father and so on for at least two centuries. It cost a great deal in gold and effort and even a bit of blood shed by those who were reluctant to part with it. “Put it on.”

Diamander slipped the ring on his finger. It was too big at first, but it shrank to fit his finger; a true sign it was magic. “What does it do?” he asked his Uncle.

Vishra spoke very clearly. “It stops you from forgetting. Maybe you won’t need it, but you have a chance to help me confirm something I have long suspected about The Prize of Prexus. Just keep it on at all times until you report back to me. You can relate all you have not forgotten.”

While Diamander puzzled over such odd words, Vishra looked hard at his nephew as if in warning. “I know how tedious those voyages get, Boy. I’ve decided Llisanya is going with you…for your own good. She will be instructed to look after your physical needs during the trip. That way there is no temptation for you to revert to your pre-Cadwarra butt-grinding ways with any willing sailor. You’ll do no cocksucking onboard The Prize of Prexus when the Vishra Family has paid for your ticket.”

Chastised, Diamander bowed and left for Qeynos Harbour.

Vishra turned and went back into the Manor. He walked pensively along quiet, dim halls, wishing he could postpone his work until the morning. He headed to his office through the magic door and sat down at his desk with a sigh. It had been a difficult conversation with Diamander. Why did that young nephew of his like cock so much?.

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As with any other High House, the Vishra servants in the Downstairs had ways by which they knew what the Upstairs was intending to do. Sometimes Downstairs knew what Upstairs would do even before Upstairs knew what Upstairs was intending to do.

Tonight, as the servants sat down to enjoy a feast of the many platters of hors d’oeuvres and delicacies that the guests had not finished, they spoke about it. Someone had displeased Lady Vishra and Lady Vishra had instructed the Head Butler to give that someone the sack. Everyone guessed it was that new page whose head had swiveled just for a fraction of a second to look in the wrong direction at the wrong thigh.

“It was the Lady Cadwarra” the Assistant Butler divulged as he joined the other servants. “He looked at her and then dropped a whole tray of very expensive oysters all over the very expensive carpeting.”

The Assistant Butler sat down next to the pretty little maid Jenna, perhaps a little too close. “I suspect that Lady is banging all the Vishra men” the Assistant Butler continued “and he looked at her as boldly as a jay. He’ll be let go for sure!”

Several bottles of expensive potables had been opened for the guests but had not been fully consumed. Everyone was sampling the many different vintages left in the heels of the bottles. The Assistant Butler helped himself to a claret and explained enigmatically as he poured “he’s a Wood Elf, you see.” He turned and poured some of the wine for Jenna when he saw her cup was empty, hoping to get her tipsy. He was surprised Jenna had not been taken home by one of the Guests tonight but seeing his chance he was sure he could get her to his bed. She would not be refusing someone as powerful as an Assistant Butler if she knew what side her bread was buttered on.

As he filled Jenna’s cup, he perused all the treats sitting on the table. He was very annoyed that there were no oysters remaining and blamed it on those spilled in the corridor by the ogling Page. Resentful at the lack of oysters, he started spouting racist opinions of Wood Elves. “Woodies never make good servants; they are too horny to ignore a pretty Lady as she walks by in one of those slutty Clothspinner creations, tits falling out.” He set the emptied bottle down with a thud as if to emphasize that point. “There is a reason they are called WOOD elves” he guffawed. He was the only one who laughed at his tasteless joke.

Jenna had not wanted any claret nor did she wish to talk about stupid racial theories with a big smelly man who was rudely brushing his thigh against hers. She wished that fat blowhard would shut up so the women could go back to discussing all the pretty dresses. They had just been talking about which one had been the most daring and which one drew the most male gazes. Lady Amber and Lady Cadwarra’s gown’s were being mentioned quite frequently.

At the far end of the table, the male domestics were drinking a very old brandy and discussing Lord Asquinn and his wondering hands. They all agreed Lady Jemella was too good for that drunk and that Lord Triander should have kicked his butt. Having come to a consensus on the matter, someone asked “was there any caviar left? No? Well, pass me a lobster tail, then, will you?” The lobster was passed around as one of the valets asked “who was that incompetent temp server with the skimpy uniform? The one that was spilling wine all over the guests? By Bristlebane, that little cockteaser had a nice rack!”

Those were the lucky servants who had done their jobs without leering at any flesh-flashing Ladies.