Grabb, with his double-b name, collected his things from the guards at the North Qeynos Gate as he exited the City via that route, exiled for the crime of not kicking back any coin to the local gang while picking pockets in their territory.
He unscrewed the pommel knob at the top of his cheap dagger to confirm his secret stash of several silver coins had not been discovered. He was rich again. What a shame he was homeless.
His next home would be somewhere down the road, he just did not know where.
Grabb knew Qeynos did not much like Freeport. Obviously, Freeport was a decent place. He would head there. There was bound to be plenty of gold in that town and plenty of fools willing to part with it. Yes, he would head to Freeport...wherever Freeport was.
He trudged along the road leading away from the North Gate, a little lost. He had heard a small Inn lay a few hours journey to the east. Lacking any better goal, he headed that way. He was not rich enough to treat himself to a comfy bed but he could use a cold ale. Perhaps he could talk the good Proprietor into allowing him to sleep on the floor in the tavern area once the bar was closed.
Grabb arrived at the Inn before dark.The sign told him
“Welcome to Sayer’s Cabin~Clean rooms~Good food.”
He entered.
Qeynos had posted a guard to the establishment in response to the recent Darkpaw attack. He was expected to organize Sayer’s staff into some kind of a militia. Having done that quite easily on his first day on duty he stood looking bored. Sayer’s being under Qeynos jurisdiction, Grabb had no permission to remain within the realm overnight but the guard hardly looked at him and did not ask for a passport.
Neither did the attractive wife of the Innkeeper ask if he was welcome within Qeynos borders. She smiled at him in welcome. She was disappointed she could not sell him a bed. “Thank you” he responded to her assertion that her beds were most comfortable “but I only have coin enough for an ale, I fear.”
He bought the cheapest ale on the menu, it was listed as a “Windstalker Porter” but it tasted like a Gnollish Stout. He nursed it and pondered how he could cajole permission to sleep on the floor by the dying tavern fire. As he pondered, that prison porridge was filling less and less of his stomach. Though conscious of his funds, he gave into temptation and ordered a vulrich stew; it was only fifteen copper.
His order arrived promptly. The Innkeeper’s Wife leaned across the table to set down the bowl of stew and accompanying bread while Grabb watched her ample breasts hang there swinging inside her shirt. As she straightened back up, Grabb hoped she maybe...maybe...knew that she was advertising.
Grabb wondered if her husband encouraged her behaviour. Most of these roadside Inns made little coin. A good number of them augmented their income by providing wives and or daughters for a night with lonely travelers. “The big cities charge five silver” one such Innsman had reasoned with him once “here, it will cost you only three. You can have your pick of any one of my daughters. The oldest one has real great tits!”
Grabb remembered Sprockfuddle’s tale about willing female prisoners locked in jail with the males and with nothing to do but screw and suck cock. He ruminated over that Angry Little Asshole’s tale of that Wood Elf felon having big bare boobs and thick erect nipples while she diddled herself with legs spread wide.
Stomach now full, Grabb regretted spending his limited funds on a bowl of stew. He hadn’t had his arms around a warm female in way too long. He wanted to play with some big ones then have a good fuck. He had already seen that that Innkeeper’s Wife had a couple nice handfuls. Had he had more coin...had the jailors taken less of a bribe before releasing him...had he told himself that the porridge was enough dinner for the evening...he might have spent a little coin for some fun between the pretty Landlady’s legs.
He decided his need was too urgent. He would spend some of his precious silver. Of course, one did not just ask your Hostess was she available for a night. The protocol was that the Innkeeper would approach and diplomatically make the offer. He would first need to meet the man. “I would appreciate a word with your husband if he was able to stop by my table and tell me the most direct road to Freeport, please, Madam Innkeeper.”
“I am sure my husband would be glad to assist you with that, Mister Grabah.” The Wife reached down to clear Grabb’s dishes while she spoke. Her blouse fell forward again. Grabb had another nice look at her jiggling fun-bags. They were very full and round. He wanted to suck on them. “Unfortunately” she told Grabb as she straightened back up “my husband is in Qeynos this evening.”
The information that the Innkeeper was absent for the night changed everything. He could get laid without paying a single copper. He had a very special spell quite useful for opportunities like this.
The spell had never failed him. He imagined how those big breasts would feel in his hands while he played with them. His cock hardened in anticipation. As the Wife turned to take the dishes to the kitchen, Grabb moved his hands to cast his ‘Loving’ spell at her back. The motion of his hands was so quick that the other diners did not see him make the furtive gesture.
The spell landed on the Wife square between her shoulder blades. A sudden thought entered her mind. Why was she, a still-attractive woman, destined to spend a night alone? Why should she sleep in a cold bed while her husband was claiming to be doing business in Qeynos but was more likely screwing away on top of one of Fiona’s five silver whores?
It was most unfair her spouse got to lie with another woman yet she could not lie with the handsome High Elf that had been so polite to her. She stopped and turned to look back at Grabb. She was sure he could keep a bed warm. He was so much more attentive to her than her husband ever was...at least, she was sure he would be once his prick was inserted inside her vagina.
Her chest became flushed, her breathing ragged. She glanced and confirmed Grabb was hard. The look on her face left no doubt the spell had worked perfectly. “Come see me later” she said to Grabb, rising nipples showing under her blouse. “I’ll tell you the way to Freeport.”
The Innkeeper’s bed was better than a cold night under the stars or on a hard tavern floor stinking of stale beer. He got little sleep, though. The Innkeeper’s Wife wanted him a lot more than once.
She had such nice tits. He fastened his mouth on her left nipple, stuck his erection in and gave her climax after climax.
She kept talking as they fucked. She had lied a little; she did not even know the way through Thundering Steppes. Grabb kept his mouth on her big boob and kept thrusting, though.
“I only know how you can get to Thundermist Village” she apologized. “The fastest way is through the waterfall. You can’t miss it. You can see it from miles away. It’s half the distance you would walk if you went through the Gnollslayer Gates to get into Thundering Steppes legally. Just be careful of the Gnolls near the falls; you will be passing by the entrance to Blackburrow.”
Grabb did not know what Blackburrow was, but made a mental note to be careful of Gnolls.
“Once through the cave beside the waterfall you are in Thundering Steppes” the Wife continued, breathing heavily as another climax built “Thundermist Village is a short distance from therrrrrrrre.....” She bit his earlobe passionately, pulling his hips into her pelvis, urging him to drive her harder while orgasmic pleasure washed over her.
She let go of his ear when she was done climaxing. She lay back, breathing hard. She let him keep fucking. “I think you keep the mountains on your left and a crater on the right until you get to the road that leads to Thundermist. The Villagers will show you the safest way to continue your journey...I assume.”
That was hardly detailed directions, but Grabb committed them to memory. He would manage. The pace of his fucking increased as he neared orgasm. He grabbed her wrists and spread her arms, pinning her down. She lay there under him, all four limbs spread wide in her husband’s bed. Her big bare tits wobbled all over her chest as she giggled to have Grabb do that to her.
“Rape me!” she burst out, grinning at the thrill of having this handsome stranger do such a thing to her. If only her husband was staying away tomorrow night, she would make this fellow stay longer; his cock felt so good, pushing deep into her. Her husband never pinned her down like that.
She could tell when Grabb began a slow, hard, deliberate series of thrusts that he was near cumming. Up until now, her spouse was the only man allowed to do that inside her. She reveled to be so wicked, just this once. She was letting another male penetrate her. She was letting him cum, letting him fill her with his sperm.
She had never known that another man might fuck differently; that his cock would be a different length or thickness and curve a different amount. She felt this new cock throbbing, pumping sperm. She would have never guessed before how good it felt to be taken by another man. She arched her back, pushing her left breast toward his mouth for him to suck on. Another vaginal orgasm built. Her husband must never know.
After, they slept. At least for a little while.
Grabb rose early, sneaking out of the bed before the Innkeeper’s Wife awoke. Past experiences had taught him that in the light of dawn quite a few of his conquests had realized they had been seduced by magic. They were always resentful. Some had woken him by raining down angry slaps on his brow or banged fists on his back as he hurriedly dressed.
He never fought back; he was a pacifist. He had learned to avoid confrontation by sneaking out quietly.
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Though Llisanya had lied to Diamander and said the murder of his ex-lover had been quick, she had seen he did not believe her. They had gone to bed in cold silence, each on their side of the single bed, not touching each other.
In the morning, Diamander woke her up by getting on top of her and forcing her legs open, wanting her despite his obvious anger for what she had done. He fucked her in silence, holding her down. He was not gentle.
Diamander’s sexual needs did not surprise Llisanya. Men needed fucking on a regular basis. No matter what she might have done, a horny young man would forgive any warm female lying next to them in the morning with an attractive body to offer. There was also the fascination that even the best of men could have for a woman that murdered. It was a perverse phenomenon that Llisanya had encountered before.
Lying under Diamander, getting pounded by his large cock, Llisanya thought of that time when a wealthy family man had needed to take care of some handsome lad who was blackmailing him after a perverted night of too much wine and too pretty a young man’s body.
The business of blackmailing married gay men could be quite lucrative for an attractive youth. Llisanya knew several cute boys that did that quite successfully. Mostly, they were young Wood Elves. Feir’Dal boys had an exotic beauty older queers could not resist once the boy got them a little tipsy. Seduction would begin with a few soft kisses. Soon, the Wood Elf cutie would open his lips so that the married gay man would slip his tongue in while reaching down to grip the Wood Elf boy’s growing pecker. These married gay men loved to suck on pulsing pricks and gulp down the wafting jizz that joozed from those pretty cocks. Wood Elf males had such tasty cum.
Had the boy blackmailing this particular Family Man asked Llisanya, she could have told him what someone like her would typically charge the Family Man to silence his blackmailer. Assuming he had some brains, the boy would thus have been safe to extort the Family Man for three quarters of what her fee would be. The price would have been paid and the conniving boy would have lived on to seduce and shake down other closet homosexuals.
Instead, too high a price had been demanded. The extortionist was some gold-digging amateur who did not understand the financial subtleties and tight margins of the sordid business in which he was too rashly dabbling.
The Family Man had asked Lodi Bightn for advice. Lodi had been willing to help out a good customer who liked to make big bets on slow pigs. For only a small commission, he had told the Family Man that Llisanya was someone who could sort things out. “I’ll have her contact you” Lodi had said.
The Family Man had repeated the same stock phrases Llisanya had already heard several times on similar assignments, as if she was one to judge: “It was the alcohol...I am not really gay... I can’t afford the money he is demanding...I must think of my reputation...If my wife found out...”
The Family Man was quite pathetic, but Llisanya had little sympathy for the greedy blackmailer. He had turned out to be a handsomely conceited lad deigning to sleep with Llisanya. Naked, she had caressed his perfect body, watching his dick hardening. It was beautiful. She got on top and inserted it into her. She arched her back, enjoying the fuck. Heavy balls full of semen rolled erotically as she humped him. She let him shoot cum into warm pussy for the last time before she reached for her hidden dagger.
She had shown little remorse when she informed the Family Man that his foolish boyfriend would no longer be a concern. He paid her her fee. “How much for a fuck?” he then asked. His sexually agitated voice quavered with desire as he cast an appreciative eye on Llisanya’s compact body with those high, unbouncing mamms sitting there braless under her thin blouse. She was so cute with those big blue eyes and pointy ears.
“I have already included a complimentary coupling in my fees” she admitted, lifting her skirts to accommodate a quickie.
That had been eight years ago. While Diamander pushed in and out of her slit, Llisanya lay there pondering the lustful thrusts of that Family Man. They were no different from the lustful thrusts Diamander was now making. She never bothered to puzzle out why a man would enjoy fucking the woman who had just murdered a former lover; she just accepted it as a fact that a female assassin often titillated her clients.
She let Diamander keep doing what he wanted, though she knew he knew his schlong was hurting her. Marshall Vishra was paying her to be available for Diamander at all times and how hard she may be subsequently used was nothing to do with the cost of the services. She suspected that Diamander, like the Family Man, found perverse arousal in screwing the woman who had killed his lover. Every man seems fascinated by a black widow.
Diamander curtly shifted her over into the middle of the bed to get her into a better position to thrust. Reaching up to grasp her hair roughly he tilted her chin to kiss her like he owned her. “Is this how you raped Cadwarra?” she taunted him when he at last broke off his long, possessive kiss.
That made him miss Cadwarra and her pretty smile. His mind’s eye saw her lying naked under him instead of Llisanya, big round breasts heaving while he showered them with affectionate kisses.
He knew it was his fault he was not with Cadwarra now. He thought of his foolishness that afternoon when he had yielded to Amber’s sordid seduction. Instead of just enjoying Cadwarra’s gorgeous body as soon as she returned home that evening, he had let his cousin tempt him in the afternoon with those perky little titties of hers. Now he was freezing in New Halas, punished by his family for his lack of self-control.
It did not escape him that his absence had freed up Cadwarra for the use of his Uncle and Father. He knew Cadwarra was not particular which cock might be screwing her. No doubt they dropped by frequently for some time in her bed. That jealous thought made him drive it into Llisanya even harder, as if this was all her fault.
The semi-consensual rape of Llisanya did not take long. Diamander came quickly, emptying wads of thick semen into warm vadge. He collapsed on top, holding her down with his weight. He lay there, not saying a word. His soft penis fell out of her and lay against her inner thigh. The room smelled of pussy and cum.
After a wordless fifteen minutes, Llisanya felt Diamander’s cock harden again. He positioned himself on her but seemed to hesitate to resume fucking. He thought again of Cadwarra and felt guilty to be acting so cruel.
“Go ahead and do it” Llisanya told him impatiently. “we have things to do today.”
Diamander resumed his abusive ramming even harder than before. He made her cum. More Vishra semen filled her.
After the second rape, Diamander seemed done. Llisanya dressed. “I’ll need to go find those sailors Coranis fired and tell them they have a new ship to sail on.”
“Do you wish me to come with you?” Diamander asked.
His offer was genuinely kind and Llisanya recognized it for the conciliatory gesture it was. She would have liked the company but was worried about the very handsome sailor that had wanted to wear her panties. She had seen the interested look he had given Diamander when he had come into the Raven’s Roost with his three fired shipmates. Llisanya figured she best keep Diamander from temptation as much as she could.
She was also not sure how much of a problem the inevitable discovery of a dead fag in the alley would prove to be. “Thank you” she told him. “It’s all right. If the Vårðr come around and start asking questions we best not have been seen together too much.”
Diamander nodded. There was an uncomfortable silence then he apologized. “I don’t know why I treated you like that just now.”
“I do” she replied. She kissed him on the cheek.“It’s all good.”
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Innkeeper Sayer was frustrated to have lost all his silver on the pig races. He had no coin left to go get himself an evening with one of Fiona’s pretty young girls. It was so late that Fiona’s was probably closed anyway. In the wee hours before dawn he decided to return home early.
Sayer did not hide his annoyance at his bad luck as he bade the other gamblers in Irontoes East a ‘Good Morning’ and headed out into the predawn chill. “We’ll see you next month” Lodi Bightn cheerily told him. “Your luck will be better then, Sayer.”
Sayer doubted any change in luck would happen. He comforted himself to think at least his wife would still be in their warm bed. He could take his manly privilege with her. Screw her good, he would! She had such nice tits.
As he neared the Inn’s front door it opened and a High Elf came out, small pack on his shoulder.
Grabb nodded politely to the man about to enter, coming from the direction of Qeynos. He held the door for him. “Good Morning” each said.
“I do hope you had a pleasant stay.”
Grabb replied amiably, cheered by the special hospitality he had enjoyed. “I surely did. Very pleasant, indeed.”
He assumed this was the Innkeeper. If so, Grabb reflected on how wise he was to have left early and not stay for a morning coupling. Too often in his madcap youth a husband had caught him with a beguiled wife. Once or twice payment of ‘the usual fee’ was all it took to calm the cuckolded man but Grabb was sure Sayer would not be mollified with financial restitution. Being caught naked in another man’s bed with your prick driving enthusiastically in and out of a formerly chaste spouse was always awkward.
He left Sayer and Sayer’s Inn behind and headed west to find this waterfall that had been mentioned last night. The instructions he had been given were vague but he at least had a compass heading to follow.
He had to skirt past a pack of dangerous looking Gnolls. He realized this ‘Blackburrow’ the Innkeeper’s Wife had mentioned must be one of their lairs. He presumed these caves were so deep and thick with Gnolls that the Qeynos Guard could not ferret them out of the complex halls and grottos...apart from that portion closest to the entrance.
He spotted the waterfall quite easily before the sun had risen too far off the horizon. It was quite high with mist rising even higher. His Elven hearing soon heard the roar of tumbling water. Moving quietly to not attract any more wandering Gnolls, he approached the waterfall slowly, picking his way through the wood. Creeping cautiously. The Innkeeper’s wife had said there was a tunnel somewhere.
At the base of the waterfall, he found a camp. Fellow travelers heading to Thundering Steppes had made it that far before deciding to get some sleep. From his hiding place, he sought to inventory their possessions.
Grabb doubted they had much to steal, but he crept through the bushes trying to get slightly closer. He suddenly stopped when he realized that no one was going to sleep this close to Gnoll territory unless they had some sort of safeguard. It was likely that a magic spell may be protecting the camp. One that might trip an alarum to warn of an intruder. Or perhaps there was a physical trap to do nasty harm to anyone creeping close. He moved no further forward, angry at himself to have possibly stumbled so stupidly onto such a device hidden in the undergrowth.
Had he had more coin, he would have prudently left the campers alone, but funds were low. He looked again at their possessions. Maybe they had something of value he could sell in Thundermist Village. Maybe there was a way he could swipe something.
He was right in his initial evaluation: there was nothing to steal. There were but two small packs on the ground, some leather armour, an unimpressive looking bo staff and one dagger. There was also a bedroll currently shared by two campers, still asleep.
They held each other close under the thick blanket, either for love or warmth. In Grabb’s experience, it was hardly ever both.
One ‘hugger’ was a Wood Elf. He was handsome enough had Grabb been a homo. Stoutly heterosexual, Grabb’s gaze fell on the female Dark Elf that lay there quietly snoring in the Wood Elf’s embrace. She was very beautiful with high cheek bones and almond shaped eyes. Her snow white hair was tangled and askew as she breathed softly in her dreams. It was anyone’s guess whether her hair was so messed from a round of enthusiastic sex during the night or was merely mussed as she tossed and turned in her sleep.
A High Elf with more class than Grabb had would have automatically been repulsed by sight of an evil little Dark Elf bitch but Grabb was a real sucker for a ‘naughty girl’. She looked like she was sleeping naked; perhaps her nudity was so her Wood Elf companion could screw her at any time he got the urge during the night.
Grabb got excited. The Inky girl was a real looker. He forgot all about the Innkeeper’s Wife from last night. He wanted to see more of this Dark Elf. Maybe the sleepers would fuck before breaking camp. He decided to stay there in the bushes and watch. Get a cheap thrill.
He waited maybe fifteen minutes. The only sounds that reached his acutely sensitive Elven hearing where a few morning birds chirping, some squirrels scampering and the two sleepers gently snoring.
The fall sun warmed the air a bit as it rose higher. At last there was a stirring. The Wood Elf opened his eyes and casually rolled on top of the Dark Elf, unaware he had an audience.
As he positioned himself the blanket opened. Grabb could see they were both totally naked. A ridiculously long Wood Elf penis lay across the dark blue skin of the Inky’s thigh, semi-soft. “I wanna fuck now” he whispered romantically in the Teir’Dal girl’s ear.
The girl lay still, not answering. Grabb was sure she was only pretending to sleep. A typical cockteasing female, she wanted a little more rest before she spread her legs for her male. Probably her snatch was bruised from a night of accommodating that huge, unbelievably attractive cock the Wood Elf owned. Grabb bet she needed to grip that stupidly big cock with both hands so that he would only drive half his over-sized langer in her. One half, maybe less; that was all that that little Teir’Dal could take of it, he figured.
For a moment, Grabb wished he was a faggot so he could suck on a cock as beautiful as the one the Wood Elf had. He envied the Dark Elf having the use of it. He instantly found this thought disturbing; he had never wanted to suck cock before. He pushed such desire from his thoughts. What was he thinking? He was waiting to see the Dark Elf nude.
“Stop pretending you’re asleep” the Wood Elf grumbled at his bedroll companion. He started kissing her face. He planted kisses on her forehead then her cheek then her lips. Still not getting any reaction, he told her “you know I’m gonna fuck you before we move on, Arabella. One way or another. Just co-operate.”
The blanket slid down, revealing her bare breasts but still covering his ass. Her body was lovely. It appeared to arouse the Wood Elf as much as it did Grabb. The Wood Elf’s immense tool grew hard. It stuck out from under the covers, letting Grabb have another look at about twelve inches of it. He wondered how much more was there. He hoped that he would be allowed to watch this Arabella giving a blow job. He wondered how much of that penis could fit into her mouth.
Arabella opened her eyes, annoyed. “Let me sleep a few more minutes, Falco”
Falco did not comply with Arabella’s request. He lifted his hips up so his legs straddled female ribs. He held his monster cock above Arabella’s chest. “I can’t wait a few more minutes. We’ll need to get moving right after I finish humping you.”
He let go of his cock. It fell with a ‘slap’ onto Arabella’s sternum. The majority of the shaft lay between her boobs but his enormous balls sat on her upper belly; the knob hovered above her forehead. The thing was huge!
Perhaps too tired to argue, Arabella dutifully grasped the knob and pulled it down into her mouth to suck on. She lowered her hands to push her meat bubbles together, squeezing them around his shaft. Falco was already moving back and forth, titfucking faster and faster.
Grabb watched, liking the performance. He wasn’t a queer but he became aroused to see such a big schlong on that horny Wood Elf. Arabella was sucking on four or five inches of that lengthy fuckstick. She seemed to be trying to say something, but there was a big knob pushing into her tonsils.
Grabb was sure the size of Falco’s organ was due to some magic effect, but he still thought the sight of it rubbing back and forth on a Dark Elf chest rather erotic. He wanted to see that prick shoot cum!
Grabb was anticipating a nice big facial but Falco had said previously he wanted to fuck. The Wood Elf moved his pelvis back down to press it against the Arabella’s pelvis. The bedroll slipped completely off the two lovers.
The Wood Elf had a beautiful body, muscles flexing as he rubbed his cock over the abdomen of the equally attractive Dark Elf. Straight though he was, the sight of the pretty Wood Elf made Grabb horny. He had never sucked off a Wood Elf. He heard they had sweeter cum than most had.
As Grabb had anticipated earlier, Arabella grabbed the middle of the magnificent prick just to control its maximum penetration. She guided it in.
Falco moved at a moderate pace, enjoying the Dark Elf twat. Grabb wished Arabella would let go of the big pecker. He wanted to see the whole thing being pushed deep into her. She was not allowing that to happen with that desperate grip she had on it.
For long minutes, Grabb watched the two of them writhing naked in each others’ arms. At last, the Wood Elf began moving his hips really fast, pausing once in a while to kiss the Dark Elf.
They were kisses of lust, not love. The Dark Elf was still gripping the huge penis to protect herself from suffering painful damage to her vagina from a huge pecker pushed in too deep. She seemed to like holding his cock, regardless, as it pistoned in her hands.
After several minutes, Grabb watched the urgent fucking slow momentarily then change to a series of madly self-indulgent jerks of the hips while Arabella grimaced from the bruising. “You bastard” she gasped in pain.
Grabb rubbed his erection through his trousers as he watched. The Wood Elf grinned triumphantly as he pulled out of the Dark Elf. He walked on his knees to bring his cock up and stick it in Arabella’s face. He pumped it furiously.
Arabella seemed to know what was going to happen next. She waited for Falco’s cumshot.
It did not take long. “Open your mouth, Arabella!” He was pumping his cock insanely fast, his hands flying back and forth along the whole sixteen or seventeen inches of his pecker.
For all the cum that began to shoot from Falco’s fantastic prick, hardly any got into her mouth. The first spasms fell in long lines from forehead to chin, sparkling in the morning sunlight. The next group of spasms were undiminished in volume but flew a little less far. Falco’s aim was practiced, he covered Arabella’s eyes and the bridge of her nose. Arabella lifted her hands to wipe the pecker snot from her vision. “You jerk! Stop pointing your prick at my eyes. You know I like to watch!”
Falco just laughed. He was still pumping. Whatever magic had given him that huge wang had also filled his balls with more cum than Grabb could have manufactured in a month. As he and the Dark Elf watched, Falco was still shooting an incredible amount of jack-sauce! He lowered his aim and started covering Arabella’s tits, purple nipples and all.
It was only when Arabella’s chest was completely covered in cum did the pulsing flow finally stop. Arabella giggled and started smearing her tits with all that cum, clearly enjoying how much was covering her. Her face glistened.
Orgasm complete, Falco let his spent cock fall from his hand. It hung to his knees. The last dregs of sperm dripped from it as it swung like a pendulum, still partially erect. Cumdrops fell here and there on Arabella’s tummy.
Finished having his pleasure, Falco got back down on top of Arabella and pulled the covers back up to keep warm. He tried to cuddle but she seemed to want to get moving. She brushed his intended affections aside, pushed him off of her angrily and rose from the bedroll. “You hurt me like that and thenwant some affection? You knew my grip on your cock had slipped. Next time slow down and let me reposition my hand!”
Falco had no answer. He had been a little too cruel and now she was mad at him.
Arabella stood angrily, naked in full view of Grabb’s hungry ogling. Tiny though the Dark Elf was her blue-skinned body was a privilege to behold; all four foot six inches of it. The snow white hair on her scalp was matched by her snow white pubic fur. Shapely thighs and slim waist told Grabb he wanted to really fuck her as hard as that Wood Elf had been doing it; his recent orgasm inside the Innkeeper’s Wife not withstanding.
The Dark Elf did not immediately dress. Grabb got to look a bit longer. The cool air kept her nipples fully erect. That white thatch of closely trimmed pubic hair contrasted so erotically with her dark blue skin. Any female with a body that looked that good naked definitely loved to get fucked, Grabb concluded. Arabella just snapped curtly “let’s get packed.”
She made to go get her pack, near to where Grabb was hiding. She walked past it, though, and stopped at the edge of the brush. She was dangerously close to Grabb. He could see the drops of Wood Elf sperm on her belly glistening in the sunshine. Drops ran down her vee shaped abdomen and soaked into her snowy girl pelt.
Grabb remained completely still. He dared not move. It would be embarrassing to be lurking there like a common voyeur. He was stuck crouching in the wood until these two late risers packed up and moved on. At least he had something nice to look at while he waited for them to depart.
Arabella just stood there in the all-together, looking into the forest. It was disquieting how the Dark Elf seemed to be staring right in his direction, as if able to see him beyond the leaves and branches that hid him so well from view. Even if the foliage was less dense, Grabb was sure she could not see anything with all that jism still in her eyes. Naked, nipples hard, she began moving her hands as if casting an incantation, holding her fingers in a specific position. Damn! She was casting some sort of magic!
“You can come out now” she told Grabb when she finished her spell. “I’ve disarmed the traps around our camp. You were three feet from a very painful death.” She stood there, not moving to find her clothes, not embarrassed to be naked in front of a stranger. “I hope you liked the show, Pervert.”
Sheepishly, Grabb stepped out of hiding. It served him right to try to sneak up on a naughty little Dark Elf.