A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Twenty Three

Llisanya had had no idea where Cadwarra and Lady Vishra were rushing off to.

Leaving them behind in the corridor, Llisanya and her skimpy maid’s uniform entered the banquet hall and meandered though the high born guests, occasionally pausing to allow a baroness or a knight to help themselves to a glass of red wine. Still having a great many glasses on her tray, she continued through the crowd, balancing the drinks as skillfully as Fiona had taught her.

She was trying to keep her thoughts on her assignment but the sight of Cadwarra had upset her. Cadwarra was dressed in a gown so elegant that it was obvious someone else had bought it for her. She had trotted along chatting with Lady Vishra like they were best friends while Llisanya the servant had been obliged to walk three steps behind the Matron. Of course she knew it was all an act and she was not really a servant, but still, Cadwarra had walked along beside Lady Vishra and she…she had walked three steps behind. And she had come in through the servant’s door.

All those years Marshall Vishra had relied on her to do the nasty jobs had brought her little reward except for some silver coins and a lot of fucking from Marshall Vishra…free fucking.

She shrugged it off as best she could. If Cadwarra was rising in status why begrudge her? She also realized there was some advantage having a friend high up in society. Her pragmatism allowed her to realize there was great benefit and little drawback to her to have Cadwarra enjoy success.

Yes, it was fine, really, and Llisanya tried not to let Cadwarra’s success depress her. It was not like Cadwarra had taken some opportunity from her. She was a halfbreed and a halfbreed with Dark Elf blood. She was a slut that got fucked by her Daddy, she was a prostitute that charged five silver for her love and she was a murderess for hire. Whether Cadwarra was a distinguished guest or not was immaterial, Llisanya would never be invited to one of the Vishra’s soirées unless they needed her unique talents. Needed them as they were needed now, for instance.

How long had she been working freelance for the Vishra Family?

It had started back when she was still Fiona’s employee, six months after she had fucked the men that had wanted the surf & turf meal in the VIP room.

“You need to go see Lord Vishra” Fiona had told her. “He is a safe client so you will be on your own without need of a bodyguard.” Fiona had then unceremoniously pulled Llisanya’s shirt up to examine Llisanya’s swelling breasts, just to satisfy herself that Lord Vishra would be pleased by Llisanya’s chest.

Llisanya endured the inspection proudly, pleased by her recent development. Despite Fiona’s hopes that her youngest ‘star’ would remain near flat-chested, Llisanya’s breasts had undergone a minor growth spurt no sooner than she had started working at the brothel. Though still small, her breasts now stood unbelievably high, the skin occasionally itching from the rapid stretching out to contain the new titflesh that had grown underneath. Fiona jiggled and squeezed them. Despite the fact that the darn things hardly bounced, Fiona was satisfied that they were nice and soft, the way men liked them.

Fiona pulled Llisanya’s top back down. Why was she worrying about whether Lord Vishra would like Llisanya’s tits, she scolded herself. Really it was moot. There was a much more important reason that Fiona had chosen that Llisanya be the one to go to see Lord Vishra. “Have you got your dagger, Sweetie?”

Llisanya silently nodded and canted her hips to show her blade just as she had done for Fiona that first night.

The little Half Elf was so adorable when she did that. Fiona suppressed the urge to tell Llisanya she did not have to go. She should stay here and fuck the regular clients. But Lord Vishra had called with a very unusual request and it was not always in Fiona’s power to shelter the new girls from the nastiness of the world, much as she tried when she was able.

Fiona had sighed and told Llisanya “I think it is time for you to go see your client, Sweetie.” She patted Llisanya affectionately on the head and gave her a big Barbarian bear hug like she was saying good bye. In a way, she was saying goodbye…goodbye to the naïve girl who had once come knocking, hoping to be a maid. She knew Llisanya had already done some evil things but still…this next act would be the end of Llisanya’s innocence.

Llisanya had walked alone through the Qeynos Harbour area. She had followed Fiona’s directions. The door said “Cess Pool Access” and other things that scared Llisanya a little but she knocked hard like she was told to. An old man opened the door and in a voice failing with age kindly invited her to step in.

He seemed to like the tiny Half Elf. “Aren’t you just the prettiest thing…” he said in a voice that was once strong and decisive but was now failing him. He was bent and walked as if every joint tortured him.

Llisanya surmised correctly that he could only expect a few more weeks to live. “My name is Llisanya” she told him.

“You can call me Lord Vishra” he responded kindly.

He ran his hands all over Llisanya’s body, quite enjoying it. “I wish I was still man enough to fuck you, Llisanya. Fuck you good and hard like a whore deserves….”

Llisanya had not known what to say so she curtsied. He saw down her blouse. He reached out and pulled her top away from her chest so he could see her young titties a little longer. She liked that. Some girls were embarrassed when men looked at their tits. She was proud to show hers. She liked how they sat up high.

She liked Lord Vishra, too. She liked old men. She liked when they came to the brothel and fucked her. She made it obvious she liked to be fucked by the old men. Even though she never orgsasmed under them, they saw she enjoyed their cocks and they asked for her next time. The other girls got used to her being the favourite of the older clients. They were happy to have the younger men. The younger men came in, climaxed, then left quickly. The old men had trouble getting it up, so they took up too much time. The other girls let Llisanya have them. She seemed to know how to get them hard. She had learned a lot from pleasing Daddy.

Pulled into Lord Vishra’s weak arms, she had felt only skin and bone where powerful muscles once were. Llisanya ran her hands down Lord Vishra’s chest to his crotch but he did not get erect. She did her tricks designed to awaken him. After a while she understood he knew she could not arouse him. Those days were over.

The old man was so ancient that her pussy tingled to be near him. She wished he could get a hard-on and fuck her then send her home with lots of silver and call for her when he wanted her again.

“Fiona said you had a handy little knife” Lord Vishra instead croaked out in a voice barely above a rasp. “Let’s see it.”

Llisanya pulled out her dagger and showed it to Lord Vishra. She held it like an erection. It was her penis and she was as proud of her long hard thing as any young man was of his.

“Fiona suspects you have used that dagger before” Lord Vishra prompted as he began to unbutton her shirt, beginning at the top button and working down. “Tell me about that…”

While her blouse was being undone, Llisanya told Lord Vishra how she had murdered her Daddy. She did not divulge too many details so Lord Vishra asked more and more questions about the deed. She answered until he had the full story, even the part where she had spread her legs wide for the local weaponsmith to pay for the dagger she needed.

He had had her shirt fully unbuttoned by then and was playing with her skin hamsters as she spoke of her father’s murder in increasingly graphic details. She was not sure if her nipples were hard from Lord Vishra’s groping or from the exhilaration she felt from confessing to her heartless act of patricide.

Lord Vishra was not especially aroused by her story; he just wanted to be sure she knew how to kill. Her story complete, Llisanya had stood there for Lord Vishra to enjoy her as he wished. Vishra let go of Llisanya’s tits. They sat there while Vishra stared at them. “So young and so high…” he muttered to himself, admiring her magnificent mounds. Then he leaned down to suck on each nipple in turn, the left one first. He sucked a long time then switched to the right nipple.

Finally, his lips broke away with a loud smack. He batted at her tits playfully. He watched them deform under his playful swat then snap back into their natural shape without bouncing more than once. He was fascinated by how they jutted out. “Did Fiona explain what we required of you, today, Llisanya?”

Llisanya had silently nodded and Lord Vishra handed her a pouch of coins. “This should do, Llisanya. Don’t tell Fiona I overpaid you.”

She took the fee. She was nervous. She watched Lord Vishra try to undo his shirt. The buttons were too small. His arthritic fingers had trouble. His weak hands trembled. Llisanya understood it was only the palsy of old age that made them shake. She unbuttoned the shirt for him, revealing his old, worn out body.

“As you can see, I am old” he explained. “My body has failed me. Even those tree-hugging Wood Elf Druids in the Temple of Life cannot heal me. I can’t even get hard enough to fuck a willing doxy like you.”

He paused but Llisanya made no answer so he proceeded. He pointed to a place on his ribs near his heart. “You put the knife here, Llisanya. You drive the blade in fast. As fast as your Daddy drove into your virginity. Then you go out through the Cess Pool door. You go back to Fiona and tell her everything went fine. My clerk is in the next room. He will look after everything else. Remember to keep your knife.”

She had felt sorry for Lord Vishra. There was a new alchemist in South Qeynos; Sechus, she recalled his name. A Ratonga. Lord Vishra could have bought a painless poison from him. But Lord Vishra chose to die by a blade, as any old soldier would demand.

She was glad he died quickly but her dagger had scraped against ribs. She would refine her skill in upcoming commissions. Still, he was so very old and that made her so very horny. She masturbated quickly then left through the Cess Pool door back into the alley. Next time she was sent to knock on that door it was a much younger Lord Vishra that answered in his father’s stead.

Where had the years gone? How many men had she murdered for the second Lord Vishra? Four. Four, plus Bartrall and Williams…and a few more men for other clients. She always masturbated after.

Llisanya stopped daydreaming and brought herself back to her duties. The job tonight was more complicated than a knife to the ribs. She needed to keep her mind on her task. It was important she do it right.

She quickly spotted the junior Vishra brother, Triander. She headed toward him but in such an indirect path that no one would suspect she had a purpose in speaking to him.

She had only met Lord Triander once before. Marshall Vishra had sent her over as a birthday present. The Marshall had asked “how much would you like in payment for your services?” She had diplomatically responded she would be honoured to perform the duty for free. There was a silent understanding that she may ask a favour of Lord Vishra someday in return.

She had been pleased to discover Triander Vishra was not quite as blessed in cocksize as his senior brother. It had made it a little easier to make sure he fully enjoyed his birthday gift to the full length of his still large penis. He had fucked away on top of her, mouth fastened onto her erect nipple. He pounded her hard and fast. It had been quite pleasant.

Triander was speaking with another Lord so Llisanya continued to wind her way among the guests. Triander had spotted her but made no sign of recognition while saying to his companion “They’re both dead, Balthar. After all the time we spent searching for them, it seems they did us the favour of getting into a knife fight with each other over some cheap little tramp they had hired for a night of fornication. They woke up the whole neighbourhood over their scrap…even got my brother’s attention while he happened to be walking by on a pleasant evening stroll. I forget which one killed which one, but the winner then remorsefully committed suicide in jail.” Triander took a sip from his gin & tonic. “So that resolves that problem. Some things just take care of themselves.”

Lord Balthar did not hide the fact that the news was an immense relief to him. “Well, Her Majesty will be quite happy to hear that…although…uh…of course she will lament the death’s of two of her subjects…and two that had served as part of her bodyguard. Still, with her twenty-fifth birthday extravanagza next week, we can rejoice that any worries about Bartrall and Williams will not cast a pall on the celebration.”

“Of course” Triander agreed, shedding an amount of tears for the two dead men equal to Balthar’s.