A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Two

A Night at the Alehouse

Flush with coin for the first time since arriving in Qeynos and finally having a free evening Cadwarra walked into Fish’s Ale House. She wore an inexpensive dress revealing plenty of leg. Her firm breasts jiggled under the thin fabric. She wore nothing underneath.

The place was already humming but she found a chair at the bar and ordered a lager. The backless dress fell slightly away from her chest as she reached forward to pay the bartender. Not an ounce of fat hid her back muscles as they flexed. A nice portion of side boob was showing. She liked feeling cool air sweep over her bare skin.

Cadwarra glanced around. There were a few others she knew but no one knew her well enough to wave her over to their table. Her High Elf neighbour was already sitting and flirting with a couple Half Elf males. They both seemed very interested in her. Cadwarra had the feeling from the looks they occasionally gave each other when the other was not looking that each wished the other would fuck off and leave the lady to him. Nonetheless, each ran his hands under the table over her shapely thighs, bare to the hip by virtue of the slit in her revealing dress pulled away from her body by their eager hands.

As Cadwarra took her first sip she felt someone rudely brush against her back. A little annoyed, she turned to give the jerk a telling off. Her angry look melted as she recognized the sergeant standing there with a young companion. The boy was definitely a few years younger than Cadwarra. The hand the sergeant was running gently over her back felt very nice. He had caressed her like that back when they had last screwed at the Forest Ruins. They had lain there in the pleasant after-fuck mood they were enjoying until the sentry got hard again and she had to discontinue the sergeant’s pleasant caresses and kisses so she could serve the sentry’s needs for a third time.

“Hello Miss, may we buy you your next drink?” The sergeant smiled.

“I suppose, but that won’t be for a while.” Cadwarra responded lifting her full glass to show him. As she spoke the sergeant took the liberty to reach around, slide his hand under the top of her dress and boldly fondle Cadwarra’s right boob. She was instantly horny for another nice romp with the sergeant.

“You old soldier” she chided him “you sure are marching forward quickly.” Regardless, she remembered her manners as she glanced at the sergeant’s companion. “Who is your friend?” She asked. Cadwarra wondered was he old enough to be in a tavern. He certainly was a handsome lad whatever his age.

“This is my son” the sergeant replied. “We were hoping to find you here.” He nodded to his son “This is the kind little Wood Elf I told you about. Go ahead, kid, feel how soft her tits are.”

The boy hesitated only a brief moment then, seeing Cadwarra did not seem to object to his father being so free with the use of the little Wood Elf’s flesh, reached in and took a good handful.

Cadwarra liked it. The boy liked it, too. The flesh was soft and warm. As he squeezed the softness on the girl’s chest his fingers penetrated deep into the interior of the huge, heavy fun bag. He felt the actual mammary glands deep inside the fat of her tit. He rolled the glands in his fingers. He felt along the gland moving forward toward her nipple. The gland turn into milk ducts leading from inside her tit to terminate under her nipple. Finally the tips of his fingers swept up onto her hard nipple and he rolled it under his thumb and forefinger. Cadwarra did not know this was his first feel.

Lacking any available bar stools, father and son stood next to Cadwarra so anyone not looking too closely would not guess they were getting all handsy with the pretty Elf. The young man assured his father that Cadwarra’s tit was indeed nice to fondle and kept doing so. As if of one mind, they both pressed their crotches up against her backside at the same moment, she felt two hard boners driven hard into each hip as she sat there thinking the sergeant, son and herself may want to have some fun before she got too drunk to celebrate with them properly.

The two men kept feeling her up and she let them. Her hard nipples were gently pulled and stretched, released to snap back into position then quickly pulled and stretched again.

On the other side of the room, drunk to the point of extreme tipsy, Falco sat hidden in the dark recesses. Despite their discretion in not making it too obvious Falco could see that that bastard sergeant and that other, smooth-cheeked guy he had with him were freely running their filthy hands all over Cadwarra’s body while she just sat there without rebuking them for being so forward. A mix of humiliation, hatred and anger twisted his handsome face into a scowl as he saw that Cadwarra was allowing herself to be manhandled like that in public.

Jealous beyond endurance he had to sit there and suffer the insult to his pride; he could not leave without walking into the well-lit part of the tavern where Cadwarra could see him and see what a loser he was. He sat there glowering at the trio, trapped in that corner with no one to love but his beer stein. “Fuck that slutty, cheating bitch” he muttered to himself. He chugged another belly full and glowered at the indiscrete trio.

It all became unbearable as he saw Cadwarra hop down from her bar stool and stood inches from the young man. Her tits, HIS TITS, jiggled attractively as her feet landed on the floor. Her hard nipples showed through the thin fabric covering her chest, betraying how interested she was to service the youngster. Seeing her endowments barely covered like that his thoughts lingered on the memory of the feel of her under him as he humped her in the Forest Ruins. That pleasure seemed ages ago, now. All her betrayal since then clouded his thoughts.

Falco saw the little tramp look up directly into the eyes of her younger companion while she gave him an adorable smile, bright and friendly. It was yet another blow that he realized with a sinking heart she had never smiled at him like that. While the old sergeant took the seat Cadwarra had just vacated she lead the young man toward the door. Still foolishly yearning for her affection and full of lustful thoughts for her and their copulation in the Forest Ruins, Falco watched her leave with that fucking, horny bastard.

“They’re going somewhere to fuck” he muttered angrily. Jealous rage boiled inside him at the thought of how she was about to allow yet one more Human fuckstick to be jabbed into her perfect body. The thought of her taking another cock tonight instantly brought back the experience of how her feminine insides had molded perfectly around his own prick as he slid in and out of her. The quiet sound their sex parts had made as he moved inside her suddenly came to him. It was a soft “shluck, shluck…” sound.

The realization that another was about to hear her womanhood making that fuck sound tore his heart and he had to fight the urge to run after her and stupidly beg her to bed him, not that asshole who would never love her like he would.

Gut wrenched, Falco watched them walking out the door. Cadwarra looked up at her new companion and giggled at something he said. Hips swayed seductively as she walked beside him, leaning into him affectionately.

Falco imagined running his hand all over those round, curving hips of hers. Tantalizingly, she turned slightly at that moment to listen to a remark the young man was making and he saw the material of her dress fall away from her chest by a hand’s breadth. He got a perfect view of a portion of bare side boob perched firm and high inside that dress, taunting him by its beauty, its bulging roundness, its ample size. Then she turned again and all that lovely boob again was covered. The door swung closed and she was gone into the night, without Falco beside her.

He and his loneliness were left alone to nurse his beer in a crowded room full of strangers that did not even know he existed. In despair, he realized he knew no one in Qeynos that cared about him. This city was dead to him.

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But there was one person very aware of his existence. Ellister had seen him come in already drunk and lurch bleary-eyed toward that dark corner.