Mostly about Cadwarra. Considering she is such an innocent little Wood Elf she sure likes cock.
Everyone in Cadwarra’s Household was up by 6 am, woken by Samandra’s clattering in the kitchen while she prepared breakfast. She had been able to make a very nice omelet of ham, mushrooms, cheese and onions. The bread was from Voleen’s.
There had almost been no breakfast. When Samandra had risen ahead of the others in order to start cooking, she had stood looking in an empty ice box devoid of any sustenance beyond caviar and smoked oysters and fancy cheese and crackers and olives.
With nothing to make for breakfast, she had pondered a second firing in as many days. She had been aware the expected food order from Voleen’s had not been delivered last night but she had assumed that there was something in the icebox she could cook this morning. She mentally kicked herself. She should have checked before this. From the perspective of a servant, first morning on the job, this was a career ending disaster.
There had been a soft tap at the door just then, not loud enough to wake the others. She opened the front door to find to her relief that it was the groceries that should have been delivered last night.
“I might get my wife to cook me breakfast in that outfit” Baltazar confessed to Samandra as he took a nice long look at her body, covered as it was with only that jute shirt and nothing below her invitingly sweeping hips.
He already knew from the time he had delivered oysters to the Vishra Mansion that this little servant girl was real juicy down there. Standing there at the door, he recalled the good time he had had with her. She had snarkily told him to carry the oysters down to the cold room; that was his job, she said.
It actually wasn’t his job. Obviously, she had wanted to be alone with him. He played along. He claimed he was new to deliveries so she had to show him where the cold cellar was. Once he had got her there and set down his load the little cockteaser had put up quite a fight. He finally got her pinned down, though, half-naked with her legs pushed apart. He gave her what she wanted. She was nice and tight and obviously loved him on top of her as she pretended not to like it.
Pretending not to recognize the oyster delivering Baltazar of a few nights previous, Samandra took the groceries tersely and left him just outside the open door. She did not invite him to enter Cadwarra’s apartment. She would not twice make the mistake of being alone with the pervert. She placed the box of food on the dining room table and started sorting through it. She told Baltazar she would sign the bill once she confirmed everything on the bill was delivered.
Baltazar waited in the open door, getting a good look at Samandra’s cute little bare ass and remembering how easily he had made her cum in the Vishra cold cellar. Knowing who else was in the apartments, he dared not advance toward Samandra to enjoy his liberties, though he could see she was definitely ‘asking for it’ again.
The order proved correct. Samandra had everything she needed for breakfast; eggs, ham, coffee, bread. There would be steak and baked potato for dinner. She was was still annoyed that Baltazar’s tardy delivery had caused her such worry, though. “It was a busy night” Baltazar claimed in answer to her rebuke about that.
Concerned he might be stiffed for a gratuity, and hoping to at least be getting a blow job to take care of the boner she was giving him, Baltazar prompted opportunistically “if you are a little short of coin, Miss, might I remind you there are other types of tips I enjoy receiving from pretty girls like you.”
Samandra heard someone stirring in the bedrooms down the hall. People were rising and would be wanting a meal; she did not have time to be performing any ‘gratuities’ with a semi-rapist. She stepped angrily to confront Baltazar as he waited optimistically in the door. “You want a tip, Asshole? Here’s one: deliver your deliveries on time!”
Samandra slammed the door angrily in his face. Even her Human ears heard Baltazar mutter sulkily as he stomped down the hallway. “Fucking tight-assed Maid thinks she’s too good to put out for an honest, hard working guy!”
Having gotten her jollies by letting Baltazar see her girl parts, Samandra put her uniform on and set the table. Unaware of how close they were to having had no breakfast to enjoy, the other’s in the Household sat down to a splendid meal. Samandra was no chef but she cooked a decent breaky. Though Jenna had made her aware that Kivan had been identified as a secondary source of coffee whitener, she made sure there was lots of cream on the table.
They lingered over coffee and talked about the day. Kivan had smithing lessons in Willow Wood. Samandra had unpacking to do. Cadwarra was to meet Marshall Vishra for combat lessons. Amber was going to Clothspinner’s but did not explain further.
“When I see your Father” Cadwarra told Amber “I will arrange to use his office for your training. Shall we say 2 pm?” Amber nodded obediently, her trip to Clothspinner’s would be finished long before that. She was out the door by 8:00 am.
Kivan did not have much in the way of whiskers, but Cadwarra had insisted he would need a decent shave before his girl saw him that morning. She threw her barber sheet over him then slapped a dollop of shaving soap on Kivan’s face. “I’ll just take care of all three of those whiskers” she teased Kivan. Out of habit, she let her breast brush his shoulder as she shaved him, forgetting he was spoken for. He found it was very soft. “You also need a haircut” she decided. This time she respected his bodily autonomy.
When everyone finally departed, Samandra was thrilled to have the day to herself. Half the household things were still in boxes and needed to be sorted and put away by the end of the day. She could have everything unpacked soon enough if no one was bothering her for tea or for lunch.
It occurred to her she should have told Baltazar to come back later, around mid-afternoon. By then her work would be done and she would have time to deal with him. Down in the cold cellar with the oysters he had really grinned as he went at it on top of her while she pretended to be fighting him off as if she wasn’t a cock-loving slut that had deliberately lured the handsome Wood Elf down to the cold cellar. He had quickly had her arms spread out, wrists pinned down, selfishly pushing his pecker in and out of her. She wanted that again.
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Amber entered Clothspinners about 8:25 in the morning. She wanted to be in early before some other young lady wanting some other favour got in ahead of her. Men could only be seduced by so many girls in a day and she was not going to sit around waiting for her turn.
That pretty, helpful, so-called ‘Receptionist’ was sitting at the front foyer desk. It was obvious that this Clothspinner staff member had a great many abilities and talents that Clothspinner & Co. valued highly. Her hairdressing knowledge alone would have seen her stolen away by any of the high-priced beauty salons in North Qeynos. Amber assumed she had a salary that kept her working loyally for Master Daniel Clothspinner-Willington the Third. The near-free wardrobe she acquired in her current employment was reason enough to stay with her present employer, ignoring all the other perks.
“Good Morning, Lady Amber.” The Receptionist pretended to consult her appointment book. “Our records seem to be in error; we have your appointment scheduled for next week.” She added diplomatically “Master Daniel will be in then.” She was afraid Lady Amber would otherwise insist on a fitting now.
“Oh” Amber admitted congenially “you are correct and I am looking forward to seeing you at that time. Today, I was just hoping I could see Apprentice Master Richerd for a few moments if he can suffer me the inconvenience.”
“Please have a seat, Lady Amber. I am sure I will find he is available.”
Apprentice Master Richerd Clothspinner-Willington, Jr. came out immediately. He was not much older than Amber. He was very tall and very handsome and irresistibly self-confident. He was excellent at his job. It was already a safe bet that he would be taking over the business whenever his Uncle, Master Daniel, might choose to retire.
As the Receptionist returned to her desk, Master Richerd kissed Amber’s hand in welcome and without letting it go lead her toward the private areas in the back of the building. “Shall we go to my personal office, Miss Amber? That way, we need not be troubled by other customers.”
They made polite chit chat. A young maid appeared unobtrusively and set down the High Tea, disappearing just as unobtrusively. Amber took a biscotti and unlike Cadwarra dipped it correctly into the tea Master Richerd had just poured.
“And how was our daring dress design received at the Vishra Soirée, Miss Amber?”
Amber swallowed a mouthful of delicious biscotti. It was chocolate. Clothspinner staff knew Lady Amber preferred the chocolate ones. “My dress certainly got quite a few glances below my neck. I had anticipated a boring evening but in the end I did quite enjoy letting all the men have a good look at my tits, if that is what you were hoping to hear, Richerd.”
“Well, Amber. Forgive me but I never feared the men would fail to notice those perfect breasts of yours.” He glanced down at Amber’s chest, remembering how her nipples had looked as he measured her up last week, B-cups bared. Those nipples had stood up so stiff under his tape measure.
That had been a week ago. After her dress had been fitted she had allowed him to fondle her breasts. Master Richerd recalled how soft her meat bumps had been but she had objected when he had leaned forward to suck on them. He was, afterall, a tradesman.
Still regretful of her refusal to suckle him the other week, he waited for Amber to answer his unspoken question.
“Ok...ok.” Amber laughed after a short silence. She knew what Richerd Clothspinner-Willington was wanting to know. “My gown did not get any reaction from Mama. She did compliment my brave battle with the Gnolls out in Antonica but then paid Lady Cadwarra all sorts of attention. Typical of Mama, she refused to show how annoyed she was with our design. Instead, she gushed over Lady Cadwarra’s dress. It was only later, during a private luncheon, that she made a peeved comment about mine.”
Amber dipped the last of her biscotti. “In fairness, Lady Cadwarra truly had a lovely dress. Your Uncle really outdid himself when he designed it.” The biscotti disappeared into her mouth.
Amber was tempted to reach for another chocolate biscotti but at the mention of Cadwarra she decided she did not want to get fat and have Cadwarra get all the men. She wisely chose a cucumber sandwich instead but did not take a bite right away. “Have you met Lady Cadwarra, yet“ she asked. “She has big boobs. The size I am sure you’d like to play with.”
“I have not yet met Lady Cadwarra but am aware she was here. Our Receptionist informs me that she left with a very expensive dress, a load of almond biscotti and a complimentary towel covered in the dried jism my uncle had deposited all over her well-endowed chest. I have not yet had the honour to titfuck her myself.”
“And you seem to have missed your chance to do so: she is now my father’s mistress and is therefore much less accessible. Not inaccessible just less accessible. Much less accessible.”
Richerd took that news with only a little disappointment. “Actually” Richerd confided. “Inaccessible is the correct word. I am sure my Uncle will be taking on her account directly, considering the large sum of platinum your mother has deposited with our accountants to cover any wardrobe purchases Lady Cadwarra will be making.” Richerd sighed “My uncle always grabs the lucrative clients.”
“Oh? How much did my mother deposit?” Amber could not hide her jealousy.
Richerd realized he had just put his foot in his mouth. “I cannot tell you the sum, Lady Amber. That would be confidential.”
This made Amber glare angrily. Richerd was thinking fast. How was he going to defuse things? Though it was against the rules, Richerd quickly assured her “it is nowhere near that which Lady Vishra has set aside for your clothing allowance, Lady Amber.”
Amber was mollified. She admitted to herself she was being silly. Of course Cadwarra had been given a huge clothing allowance. She needed to look good when Papa took her out. “That was you that had the complimentary dress sent over to Cadwarra’s apartment, wasn’t it, Richerd?”
“I felt it the correct thing to do with such an important customer” Richerd admitted. Seeing Amber getting jealous again, he quickly asked “I do hope you liked your complimentary dress, Lady Amber.”
“Complimentary dress?” Amber was confused. “I received no such dress.”
“It should have been delivered to the Vishra Mansion yesterday, Lady Amber.”
“I do not live at the Vishra Mansion, Richerd. I am over at Lady Cadwarra’s premises.”
Master Richerd was flabbergasted to have such an error occur. “Please forgive us. I will personally deal with the fool that botched that up. A courier will forthright retrieve that dress and have it delivered to the correct address this afternoon. Please forgive the incompetence of my staff.”
Amber was quite excited to think she was getting a new dress. “I can’t wait to see it” she told Richerd by way of forgiveness. “When you fire the idiot that sent it to the wrong address please do not yell at him too much.”
Having escaped Amber’s wrath, Richerd refilled Amber’s tea and changed the subject back to Amber’s mother and the inappropriate dress Amber had worn to the Vishra Soirée. “Might I suggest Lady Vishra knew you were trying to get a reaction out of her and was refusing to rise to the bait?”
Master Richerd was aware of a letter on Uncle Daniel’s desk awaiting his return next week from business in Greater Faydark. The letter bore the seal of Lady Vishra. Daring not to open it, Richerd was beginning to suspect it was an angry complaint regarding his part in the risqué dress design. Perhaps he had gone too far pleasing Lady Amber. Displeasing Lady Vishra was not good for business.
He looked again at Amber’s braless tits, modestly covered by an expensive blouse of thin silk which did not conceal the little pebbles that betrayed the presence of her attractive nipples. No, he decided, he had not gone too far...so long as Lady Amber let him keep playing with her lovely little titties.
Amber knew her nipples had become erect. She saw where Apprentice Richerd was looking. She finished her cuke sandwich, successfully fighting the temptation to have another. She looked saucily into Richerd’s eyes which kept flickering down to her chest. Richerd was clearly ‘in the mood’.
She was right to show up at the shop early, thus eliminating the chance Richerd would find a few minutes before lunch to get a hand job or some other such thing from the Receptionist. She correctly deduced his unsated male desires would allow her to move things along pretty fast. She wanted to get that present for Kivan’s Miss Mossclean and then enjoy a nice lunch out before heading over to meet Cadwarra at Papa’s office.
“I see where you’re looking, Richerd. I can read your mind. You wanna see my bare tits.” Amber began to calmly unbutton her top. “Here...you can have a good look.”
Her pretty little squeezies soon sat there bared for Master Apprentice Richerd’s viewing pleasure, her silk top held wide open in her hands. He reached forward. He fondled Amber’s marshmallows while she smiled patiently at him. Her nipples were incredibly hard.
She let her silk blouse slip from her shoulders and down off her wrists to land on the floor. To his delight, she cradled his head in her hands, pulling his lips close to her bare breast.
She did not stop him this time from sucking her tit. As a nipple slipped into his mouth, she nibbled his ear and whispered “I am sure you are wondering what you need to do to reward me for letting you suck on my itty bitty titties.” She did not try to pretend she did not want something; Master Richerd was no fool.
Richerd did not answer Amber as he sucked tit. He was quick enough to recognize this was his chance to really enjoy Lady Amber’s body. He would need to see how far she would let him get. He stood and pulled his hard prick out, holding it like it was a scepter. He pushed it into Amber’s chest, between her breasts. To his delight, she let him.
Amber’s endowments were too small to provide him a proper titfuck. He began rubbing his erection all over her chest instead, pushing her tits around, rubbing his hard prick against them. A little swathe of pre-cum smeared across the underside of her right breast as his knob slid past.
Quite enjoying Amber’s tits, Richerd silently lamented that he did not have the luxury of a lot of free time this morning. An important client was due shortly. Her appointment could not be delayed so he risked offending Amber by hurrying things along a bit. “How may I help you, Amber?”
He kept sliding his dick all over Amber’s pretty shirt-puppies while he waited for an answer. He was confident he could accommodate whatever request she had. Her boons for a favour were always simple; never onerous. He would have his fun and still be ready for that upcoming eleven o’clock appointment.
Amber took Richerd’s cock in her hand and began to caress it lovingly. She was not quite giving him a handjob; it was more of an exploration with her fingertips sliding lightly on the smooth skin of his erection. She loved how the big prick just hung there in front of her face, turgid with a couple of veins pulsing. It was truly one worth sucking on.
“Richerd...” she began as she continued touching him “you know how you complain about how every time you need to go up to the storage room you trip over that huge box of useless headbands?” She used her long nails to very lightly scratch his shaft.
Richerd felt a thrill as Amber’s nails raked along his hard length. Despite the arousing sensation, he took the time to wonder why was Amber interested in those bloody headbands? They were nothing but an annoying waste of storage space.
They had been purchased a number of years ago. Tired of handing out costly Clothspinner towels as complimentary gifts, Uncle Daniel had been looking for some cheaper alternative. That, unfortunately, was when he had met some fast-talking traveling salesman testing the market in Qeynos. The salesman had insisted there was a market for headbands; it would be the latest fashion trend!
“It’s my only time traveling through” the salesman had warned Uncle Daniel as they sat together in the Red Lion over an expensive bottle of wine and some samples of his headbands. Even though a little tipsy already, Uncle Daniel could see the headbands were of a good quality.
Richerd had been brought along to learn something about business dealings. Too young to drink, he had been privileged to learn his lessons in a much more sober state than his uncle was in.
The Salesman had poured a third glass of wine for Uncle Daniel. As he did so, he lamented that he had been treated very rudely on his first night in Qeynos. The Salesman had been irrationally soured on the whole of Qeynos because of that one incident and was not intending to return. Uncle Daniel had apologized for his fellow citizens, sipped the free wine and listened further to the Salesman’s complaint about Qeynos hospitality.
Apparently the man had been spoken to quite disrespectfully by some impudent little Half Elf tart in the local Brothel. He seemed determined to explain to Uncle Daniel why Qeynos did not deserve his regard. “I would normally expect a Brothel in a City this size to have a few young boys” the Salesman complained, unashamed to have a client know of his repulsive homosexual inclinations. “To my disappointment” the sales rep continued “the Madam claimed that she does not employ any.” The Salesman had looked at young Richerd just then in a way that made Richerd feel uncomfortable for some reason. Uncle Daniel was drinking his wine and totally missed the lewd leer. The pervert Salesman rambled on. “I had a real cute twink traveling with me for a while. He was a handsome Wood Elf with the brains of a carrot but was willing to let me pound his ass every night. He fucked off on me when he got enough of my coin to avow he was not really a homo and only sucked cock for silver.” The Salesman shook his head. “No idea what happened to the little queer after we parted ways.”
Another bottle of wine arrived at the table, seemingly unbiden, but the salesman showed no surprise at its miraculous appearance as he paid for it. After the server left, he continued his complaint about Qeynos in general and its Brothel in particular. “Needless to say, I sure missed that boy and was pretty horny by the time I got to this miserable town and found the local Whore House.”
The Salesman made sure Uncle Daniel had a full glass of wine as he went on with his complaining. “Refusing to listen to my advice as to why she should be renting out two or three attractive boys, the big Barbarian Madam running the place suggested I might instead like this little girl that worked for her. Nice tits perched on a boyish figure, this Madam Fiona had assured me.”
“...Nice tits” he repeated wryly and set the bottle of wine back down. “Well, she did have nice tits, but I never should have chosen her.” His tone became annoyed as he explained. “Despite how white her skin was, I could see she had a little Dark Elf in her ancestry. I usually avoid that kind of slut but youths with hard cocks were not on the menu at Fiona’s and this little half breed’s tits stood up there on her chest so firm and high I decided I needed to enjoy her company. By Karana, those young newbies of hers never bounced once as she walked me to our room.”
Richerd was titillated to learn there was a house in Qeynos where you could go and visit girls with bare naked tits. He had not yet seen any but he so wanted to.
The Salesman pretended to sip some more of his wine. He wet his lips but did not imbibe. He continued complaining about the whore he had been given. “...Typical Dark Elf Inky; the bitch got all rude on me. I couldn’t even get hard I was so angry at her for ruining my evening.”
He concluded his story with a great deal of satisfaction “I gave Madam Fiona my thoughts on how she ran her Brothel, let me tell you. She in turn gave that lippy little brat one heck of a spanking for her sass. I was refunded my five silver plus I got to watch that little crying whore get her lily white backside slapped ‘til it was red.” The salesman pretended to take a sip of wine and added “I’m not gonna lie, I grew a real hard pud watching that little snot receive the hiding she deserved!”
Richerd had never seen a girl get a spanking. He was puzzled as to why he was suddenly so intrigued by the thought of watching some of his female classmates get spanked on their bare asses in exactly the manner the Salesman was describing. If he asked, he wondered, would they let him spank them?
While Richerd pondered why his dink had gotten hard, the Salesman had gone on and on about how a Brothel ought to be run, finally remarking “I was going to give Madam Fiona a good deal on headbands until that little whore of hers acted so rudely.”
The Salesman ordered even more wine. Richerd feared correctly that Uncle Daniel was going to drink the bulk of it.
Uncle Daniel listened politely to the salesman since he was enjoying the excellent wine. He could have protested that a lack of male prostitutes was one of the positives of his City, but he kept his thoughts to himself.
The Salesman had started explaining he was willing to let his wares go at a loss since he was not returning to Qeynos...ever. This was an opportunity Master Clothspinner-Willington could not pass up. “Complimentary Towels?” he had rhetorically asked Uncle Daniel in a derisive tone. “That sounds quite costly. I can ship you some really nice sweatbands at a fraction of the cost of towels!”
Through the fog of alcohol the idea had seemed brilliant to Uncle Daniel. “How much would an order of sweatbands cost?”
“Just to cover the cost of my travel expenses back to home office, I am ready to make a deal. I can put in a requisition for a gross of headbands at the competitive lump sum price of one gold and fifteen silver, freight on board. My boss will be pretty angry, but I can even make it sets of one headband and two matching wristbands for the same price I am quoting you.” He poured Uncle Daniel the last glassful of wine from the third bottle while slipping in casually “your company logo will be added to each item for the low, low price of 1 silver and 95 copper per logo. Hardly anything.”
Richerd had been too young to know what this Brothel was all about but he did know that one should not spend too much on promotional material. The fast talking Salesman had promised to deliver the gross of headbands ‘freight on board’ for 1 gold and 15 silver, but it had been expressly stated that that had not included the cost of the logos. Having just learned to multiply in school that week Richerd had been able to quickly calculate the cost of the logos in his head: 144 sets times three items per set times 195 coppers per logo for a total of 8 gold, 42 silver and 40 copper. The total bill, adding in the freight on board, was therefore 9 gold, 57 silver and 40 copper. Clothspinner & Co.’s entire advertising budget for that year was 5 gold, 50 silver, 0 copper.
Richerd was there the day Uncle Daniel had opened the delivered sweatbands and showed them to his wife. Admittedly, the promotional material was of highest quality and the logos very nice. That did not impress Mrs. Clothspinner-Willington, though. “What were you thinking?! Sweatbands!!??” She had near screamed at her husband “no Lady is going to walk around in a sweatband announcing she perspires!!??”
They never saw the Salesman again. Instead of being burned with the rest of the garbage, the entire gross of sweatbands had gone up to the attic because Uncle Daniel, now quite sober, would not admit what a stupid idea it had been . There they had sat for years while Master Richerd tripped over that box every time he had to go up there to get something.
For his part, Uncle Daniel never again talked business over glasses of wine.
Of course, Amber knew nothing of advertising promotions. She only knew Richerd had complained about those headbands several times. She was rubbing Richerd’s cock all over her face. “So what about those silly headbands” he prompted her as she kissed the tip of his prick then placed a line of soft kisses down the shaft.
Amber was quite enjoying the attractive cock, even if she could not help but compare it unfavourably to Diamander’s size. “I wonder if I could have a set of sweatbands?” she asked as she pressed Richerd’s erection against her cheek, feeling its heat. “A headband and two wristbands? In exchange I will let you go ‘spewey’ all over the roof of my mouth.” For the first time in their physical relationship, she slid Richerd’s cock between her lips and sucked. She waited for his answer with half his dick in her mouth.
Richerd was pleased by Amber’s surprise blowjob. Usually she just let him rub her tits then jerked him off. “I can let you have as many as you want” he answered Amber as he pushed his cock deep into her mouth. “Do me a favour and take them all.”
He moved his cock back and forth slowly. He was thrilled to be getting a genuine wangsucking from a high born Vishra Lady for such a trivial price. He leaned back, thrusting his pelvis harder into Amber’s face. He increased the speed of his hips, enjoying Lady Amber’s services. For such a young teenager, she sure knew how to give proper head.
He soon came. He had a big load. It went ‘spewey’ all over the roof of her mouth. She seemed to genuinely enjoy swallowing it all down.
They had more tea then Richerd fetched three sets of sweatbands and wristbands. Amber was so pleased with the quantity she coaxed him to get hard again. A second roof-coating load went ‘spewey’ while Richerd Clothspinner-Willington’s 11:00 appointment was kept waiting in the lobby.
It was 11:09 when Amber discreetly left by the private entrance in the rear of the Clothspinner Building.
As Master Apprentice Richerd hurried to the lobby to apologize to his 11:00, he was delayed by the pressing need to address one more very urgent problem. As luck would have it, his most gifted Apprentice Tailor providentially came around the corner just then, hurrying back to his sewing machine with a bolt of velvet.
“You!” Master Richerd pointed at the Tailor, stopping him in his tracks. The startled employee stood there holding the velvet as if it was a shield. “Drop whatever that is, Apprentice Tailor, and get the Magician. You two need to have a dress designed and sewn for Lady Amber Vishra immediately and at no charge! The Receptionist has her measurements on file. I have no idea what kind of dress you need to make...just make it expensive and above all make sure it covers her tits decently. Deliver it to 25 Karana Way by 2:30.”
Such was Master Richerd’s tone that the Tailor almost saluted, deeply relieved he had not done anything wrong.
Richerd resumed sprinting down the hall, hoping his 11:00 would not be too annoyed with him. He yelled back at the Tailor “summon Baltazar and have him wait in the lobby to be ready to deliver Lady Amber’s dress as soon as you have it completed!” The Tailor was almost out of earshot when Richerd added “...And tell Baltazar not to waste any time playing with our Receptionist’s boobs again!”
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Cadwarra was shown into Lord Vishra’s office by his Clerk. She felt a little guilty to be reminded she had promised him that she would ask Marshall Vishra about them having sex. She did not like not keeping her promises.
As the Clerk returned to the front room, Cadwarra allowed the Marshall to pull her affectionately into his arms. He caressed her, running his hands all over her beautiful rump. “Has Amber got you settled into your new rooms properly?”
“Yes, Lord. She’s got all our furniture over there. There is just a few boxes left to unpack.”
“Excellent“ Vishra replied. “I also heard my brother was over. He was quite pleased with you, he tells me.”
Amber had been careful to explain to Cadwarra that she was mostly Papa’s mistress, but it was alright for any Vishra male to enjoy her. “Lucky for you, that’s just Papa, Uncle Triander and Diamander” Amber had concluded “So you won’t get too tired looking after your men, even after you birth my little brother.”
Amber’s information on the Mistress Arrangement had been helpful but Cadwarra was still glad to have that situation confirmed by Marshal Vishra just then. “It was a very nice visit” she assured the Marshall, glad that her seduction of Uncle Triander seemed to meet with the older brother’s approval.
“He seemed to be very horny” Cadwarra confessed to the Marshall “he was on his way to see his mistress once he had congratulated me on my peerage. He seemed so needing a woman that he allowed my body to tempt him. I feel a little guilty about how I selfishly got him to my bed. I do hope he was still able to give his mistress a good time.”
The Marshall did not seem concerned about Triander’s mistress. “Do not worry about my brother’s mistress, Cadwarra. No doubt she needed a rest; we Vishra men do ask a lot some days and a girl needs time off once in a while to enjoy her situation in life.” His hands kept fondling her buttocks. “Thank you for performing your own duties to the men of this House so well, Cadwarra.”
Cadwarra smiled at the compliment. Vishra raised his hands to her face, touching her cheek, looking into her pretty eyes. Cadwarra was sure this would not be a day when she would be getting some time off to enjoy her situation in life. That was ok, though. The mention of her impassioned union with Uncle Triander reawakened her urges. She took a half step forward and stood very close to the Marshall. His dick was pressed against her thigh. She felt it begin to grow.
“What?” he teased her “was my brother not enough for you?”
“It seems not, Lord.“ Her big boobs pressed into his chest while his dick throbbed as it lay against her thigh. He pulled her even closer, putting his hands back on her cute ass.
Vishra reached up and used both hands to cradle Cadwarra’s chin and kiss her affectionately but then gently pushed her an inch back. To her disappointment he told her “I’ll need to discuss some important things before I have my enjoyment of you. We need to review the Draft Treaty with the Steelhooves, we need to discuss Her Majesty’s insistence you have an official party accompany you to the Thundering Steppes and I wanted to teach you more Magic Combat Spells before you head up into those Gnoll-infested steppes.”
Contrary to his stated intentions, Vishra reached up and cupped Cadwarra’s left breast. He jiggled it, enjoying the soft flesh. After she got pregnant that breast would be swollen with milk. That reminded him that he needed to give Cadwarra an update on the progress of the Contract for Maternity Services. “I should let you know, those lawyers of ours have still not finalized our contract offer for you to give us a baby. They are dealing with the claims of several families from the farms out in Antonica who lost loved ones in the attacks from the Darkpaw. A few families are asking too much. It’s always a difficult thing to negotiate a fair compensation for the loss of a father or son while being sensitive to a family’s feelings. I had hoped to have a proposal to you by now but I am sure you understand the delay, Cadwarra.”
Cadwarra was unconcerned about legal documents. She just liked having her ass felt up. “I understand, Lord.”
Vishra pulled her in very tight, flattening her breasts to him. “I am afraid Triander has also thrown a spanner into the works. That adds even more delay.” Vishra put his hand on her tummy, where her womb was, as if anticipating a time when he would feel his son kicking in there. He explained this complication of Triander’s. “He wants you to have Diamander’s son. After you give me mine.”
Cadwarra had no objection. She could have both sons. It would be a pleasure. She had a suggestion, though. “Lord, would you incorporate an option into the proposal for me to carry both boys at the same time?” She was just trying to save herself some bother. She had not really thought out the idea before she had spoken, but now that she considered it, it would be such an ego trip to be knocked up twice in one night by two different men. All their life in her belly.
She was glad to see Vishra somewhat liked the idea so she elaborated. “Shall we say a 25% reduction in the lump sum payment per birth to carry both boys at the same time but a 10% increase in the first year’s childcare fees due to looking after twins?”
She smiled at him hopefully. Irresistibly. That smile was too pretty. “Alright, Cadwarra. That amendment is acceptable to the Vishra House. I’ll have it added as a mutually optional clause.”
What a big round tummy she will have, Vishra thought. It made him horny. He wanted Cadwarra right away. He decided he would rearrange the order of tasks they needed to get done. “I guess we can put our needs ahead of our duties, Mistress Cadwarra. Let’s screw first.”
To Cadwarra’s visible delight, he undid his leggings. He pulled his big penis out for Cadwarra to see how hard she was making him.
Pleased, Cadwarra dutifully began to undo her blouse but Vishra was in a hurry. He would fuck her properly as soon as he had a chance to visit her apartment. Right now they were short of time. He lifted her skirts and stuck it in. Thanks to Triander’s huge deposit of cum last night and despite the amount that Amber had eaten out of her later in the evening, Cadwarra did not need foreplay.
As they screwed, Cadwarra asked about using the Marshall’s facilities to do some training with Amber. Simultaneously, she looked down to see if Vishra’s big cock was pushing her belly out like Uncle Triander had done. She did not see it doing so and therefore concluded it was the angle not the size that did that. She still enjoyed the cock.
As he went in and out, Vishra assented to Cadwarra’a request to use the training room portion of the office for Amber’s lessons, glad to hear his daughter was getting on so well with her training.
As he continued moving in and out of Cadwarra he asked her casually, as if it was no big deal “do you have any objection to bedding Lord Bowerbrook again, Cadwarra?” Vishra quickened his thrusts as he explained “he has asked for you and I owe him a favour.” He had no intention of telling Cadwarra the entirety of the arrangement he had made with Lord Bowerbrook concerning his cute little kid sister.
Vishra had assumed Cadwarra would be shocked by his request, maybe even angry. Mistresses could get quite hurt sometimes when they got lent out. To his relief she beamed happily. “Oh, yes” she smiled “I can do that for you if you want.” She kept moving her pelvis to match Vishra’s thrusts.
Vishra was puzzled by how ready Cadwarra’s answer had come. He did not know that Cadwarra had already known of the plans the men had made. Arleena Bowerbrook had boasted to Amber that Papa had finally arranged with her family to get her into bed with him. She told Amber that in exchange for arranging the tryst, her brother was to have the use of some up-and coming Wood Elf Viscountess.
“I finally get to see your Papa’s big cock” Arleena enthused. She was only a little piqued that the men of their families had easily arranged the very congress that she had been begging Amber to arrange for months.
Amber had known instantly who that up-and-coming Wood Elf Viscountess was that was scheduled for Lord Bowerbrook’s bed. She had informed Cadwarra of her involvement in the plot, providing all the details Vishra was not now telling her. Cadwarra, in turn, had quite liked the idea of being on top of Lord Bowerbrook’s big dick once more. He had one of those classic shaped cocks that was slightly larger at the tip than at the base. His knob was so round and big. Those kind of cocks looked best.
Amber had been in her bed with Cadwarra while she explained the deal the men had made. She licked up more of Uncle Triander’s cum from Cadwarra’s pussy then raised her head and pointed out to Cadwarra, girl-to-girl, that this was a chance for Cadwarra to ask Papa for a return favour. “A pretty bangle” Amber had suggested from between Cadwarra’s thighs “or a dinner in the VIP dining room in the Red Lion. Nothing too expensive” she added pragmatically and went back down on Cadwarra.
Having now promised Lord Vishra she would fuck Lord Bowerbrook for him, Cadwarra realized that this was the point when Amber had suggested she ask her favour. She had not wanted jewelry or a gourmet meal. She did, however, remember her promise to Lord Vishra’s Clerk. Poor fellow, as unattractive as he was, he likely got few girls to share his bed. She really must keep her promise to him. “Marshall, if it pleases you, as a return favour, I would also like to sleep with the Clerk. He has been quite kind to me these past weeks and I should show him I am grateful.”
Vishra was surprised by such an odd request, seeing as how his Clerk was no prize in the looks department. Regardless, he was relieved to have Cadwarra asking a favour that cost him nothing. He had expected her to hint about getting something expensive, like a gold necklace or a dinner of Lobster Thermidor. Instead, she had merely asked if she could screw his Clerk. It was more like the Clerk was getting the favour, he thought.
Admittedly, the fellow deserved a small break; he did work long hours. And Vishra did not mind someone else having Cadwarra once she was done pleasing him. “Alright” he conceded “why don’t you fuck him this afternoon, after we are finished with all our business?”
Having promised Cadwarra that she could fuck the Clerk, Vishra went back to screwing Cadwarra himself. He orgasmed fairly quickly. A nice big salvo of thick white sperm flowed from his cock into Cadwarra. Some dripped from his dick as he pulled out of her. He flopped his long cock back into his leggings and laced up while Cadwarra straightened her skirts, a little disappointed she had not cum.
Done with their sexual interlude, they got on to more important things. Vishra asked if Cadwarra had been given a copy of the Draft Treaty with the Steelhooves. When she said she had but had not yet had a chance to read it, Vishra gave her the gist of the agreement. He was holding her in his arms, still fondling her tits and dreaming of how they would be looking filled to bursting by lactation. His hand moved down to slip into the slit in her skirts. His fingers probed into her vagina, hand slathered by a mixture of girl-juice and man-cum as he worked her gently.
Cadwarra cuddled and listened while Vishra fingered her and gave her the gist of the Treaty terms. The main source of conflict had been the use of the Griffin Fields, west of Thundermist Village. In the proposed Treaty, there were concessions by both sides. Different hunting times had been scheduled.
The Thundermist Villagers had not been happy with the lost profits this represented but Queen Antonia had advised Vishra that either his diplomats would explain to them that the Treaty would stand as is or the Royal Guards would explain it. There was plenty of porridge in the Royal Jail to feed every man on the Thundermist Village Council.
“Give the Draft Treaty a read tonight, Cadwarra. I’ll come to your rooms soon to go over any questions you have.”
He removed his wet hand from under Cadwarra’s skirts and began to caress her flanks, not for the first time marveling at the soft curves of her toned body. “Those spells I taught you last week were effective enough against those Gnolls, Cadwarra, but I want to teach you a few spells you can direct at individuals, not groups.”
Vishra’s hands were still running all over her, smoothing her clothing, feeling her body underneath. “You’ll need to remove your clothing for our lesson. We can’t ruin your good outfit.”
As Vishra ran Cadwarra through several combat spells, she realized there would have been no harm to her clothing. She merely had to learn to cast the correct spells; a mere matter of throwing your arms around and making odd signs with your fingers. She was sure Vishra just liked seeing her naked. She thought Vishra could have used some foresight and got her naked before their fuck. Maybe she could have cum, too. Men stopped thinking when they got horny.
Despite Cadwarra’s lack of a good orgasm, within two hours she had the spells perfected. Vishra had to admit she was a star pupil. He had never encountered a student that had picked those spells up in less than two days and even that was rare.
To be sure that she had learned them fully, Vishra had her cast them for him several times. As he randomly shouted out spell names at her she compliantly fired off each spell that was named. “Power Cleave! Faithful Strike! Divine Vengeance! Power Cleave again! Now Omen of Battle!...”
Cadwarra cast them perfectly each time, delighted at how quickly she had grasped the intricate motions of arm and finger that she needed to do to throw the spells from her fingertips. The spells had no effect on Vishra but she still kept the strength of the spells to a minimum. Even so, she was sure the mice and the termites in the walls of the old building were suffering painful deaths.
“I do not think we need to do more, Cadwarra. You have the basics. Keep practicing and let’s have a refresher lesson next week, before you leave for Thundering Steppes.”
Cadwarra bowed, glad to have done so well that Vishra had smiled at the results. “Do we have time to learn more?”
“We’ve done quite a bit for one day” Vishra answered her. He looked out the window to the Clock of Ak’Anon. The Gnomes had finally fixed it. “...And it’s 12:30. I am already late to meet Alweya and my new daughter for lunch.”
“I was sorry to hear from Amber that Alweya has left your employ, Marshall.”
“Yes, I will miss her. But my daughter needs a full time Mother, so how can I complain? You should see how she is with our little girl. My child will never lack hugs and kisses!”
“Wonderful!” Cadwarra suddenly wanted a baby or two. Sons.
Vishra kissed Cadwarra. “Well done today. If Amber shows up a half hour late, as she always does, you have two hours with my Clerk. I will send him in on my way out. I am sure he will enjoy a little rest break. The poor man rarely even takes lunch, though I often order him to.”
As Vishra entered the front office the Clerk passed him two elegantly wrapped parcels: a gift for Alweya and a gift for the newest Vishra daughter. “Thank you for wrapping those” Vishra said as he took them. “Do you think they’ll like them?”
Vishra relied on the Clerk’s advice. Such was his relationship with the Marshall that had he had his doubts about the gifts, the Clerk would have advised Vishra so. Instead he answered enthusiastically. “The gifts are perfect, Lord. Lady Alweya was complaining a few days ago that she did not have enough earrings and your daughter will look adorable in her first Clothspinner dress.”
Vishra did not bother to ask the Clerk what informant he might have had that would know about Alweya’s lack of earrings. He let his Clerk build his network of informants as he was able; he merely benefited from the information thus gleaned. Vishra tucked the gifts under his arm. “Lady Cadwarra requires your assistance in my office, Clerk. Give her whatever she demands.“ The front door slammed.
The Clerk had heard Cadwarra and Vishra making love in there, followed by the sounds of a pupil learning new spells and then firing them off repeatedly. The only thing unusual about all that was how quickly Lady Cadwarra had grasped the casting of those lethal spells. He had heard nothing to indicate what Lady Cadwarra could possibly be needing from him.
Curious, he rose from his paperwork and entered Vishra’s office. Cadwarra was waiting starkers, standing in the middle of the practice mats. It was only at that moment that the Clerk realized that when Lady Cadwarra had told him she would ask permission to have sex with him, she was not only serious, but she had convinced Lord Vishra to allow it to happen. The Lady had a way of getting things done.
“I am so sorry I took so long to ask Marshall Vishra to allow me to fulfill my promise to you” Cadwarra told the Clerk. “I do hope right now is a convenient time.”
As happens with any man, the Clerk’s soft dick betrayed its presence under his clothes by becoming an attractive bulge in his leggings. Cadwarra could see the penis itself lay on his right side, growing at the sight of her nudity and the realization of what she was going to allow its owner to do. The length of his cock increased to become a proper erection, sliding like a snake down the right legging, showing an added five inches or so.
Cadwarra stepped toward the Clerk, pressing her small body against his meat. The poor fellow was cursed with the face of a warthog yet his most adequately sized cock would please any right minded lady who had the wisdom to look beyond his uncomely features and realize that a handsome face did not presage a pleasant coitus.
She put her arms around his waist and held tight. He, in answer, put his arms around her shoulder blades and pulled her in to crush her big tits into his chest. She slid her hands lower and began to undo his pants’ laces.
“Unfortunately” Cadwarra confessed to the Clerk as she opened his leggings and reached in to hold his shaft “the Marshall had so much to do this afternoon that he only had time to ensure he had his own orgasm. Most unusual, but he failed to help me achieve mine.” She ran her hand up and down on his erection. “I am sure you can be his surrogate in that regard.” That gentle Elven hand felt incredible on his dick.
The Clerk thanked Marr he was able to get a hard-on, considering what he had been doing alone last night. Unaware that Cadwarra might be wanting him tumescent today, he had jerked off thinking about that fuck under the trees with Llisanya; the night of that charade where those two enemies of Qeynos were executed.
He had lain there in his unshared bed and stroked his wang for half an hour while thinking of how Llisanya’s tits had stuck out like little balconies. They never jiggled once as she moved in unison with his own lovemaking.
As he was masturbating in solitude to that memory of Llisanya his climax had mounted. He saw in his mind’s eye the image of Llisanya spreading her legs, exposing her vagina and pushing out all of his cum in front of that large audience at 13 Tranquil Way while the falsely accused Williams futilely protested his innocence.
He had shot his load at midnight and fallen asleep alone and lonely.
Thankfully, despite last night’s self-abuse, his dick was hard for Cadwarra. She seemed delighted to find it so. Cadwarra pulled his leggings down to his ankles. His knob brushed lightly against her forehead as he obligingly stepped out of them.
His shirt came off next, revealing a nakedness he need not be ashamed of. Unattractive as he was above the neck, any reasonable woman would be pleased by his physique.
Having gotten the Clerk fully naked, Cadwarra knelt so her mouth was level to his prick. She sucked on it, pausing to lick it occasionally or kiss the knob. She tasted pre-cum.
The Clerk grunted in pleasure and pushed his cock deep past Cadwarra’s lips. She normally would have had no issue had the Clerk wished to cum down her throat, but she was needing a climax herself. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and lay down on the mat. She spread her legs, inviting him to screw her missionary...like a real man.
His instinct was to do as his father had encouraged him; devote a little time to foreplay. He could hear his father’s voice: “Make sure she is ready, son. You owe her that courtesy.”
Contrary to his father’s advice, Cadwarra’s spread legs and longing look suggested this was not needed. He knew the Marshall had just fucked her and likely left lots of slippery jism inside. Further, he had a long-cultivated friendship with the neighbour next door to Cadwarra’s new apartments. The effort to maintain that friendship all the years that apartment had remained vacant had finally paid off. That neighbour had dutifully reported that Lord Triander had had a good time between Cadwarra’s legs last night. “She sure did a lot of shouting” the informant had reported to the Clerk as he accepted his payment. “By her loud, enthusiastic narration, I can tell you everything they were doing, right up to her orgasm.” He concluded with a sardonic chuckle “Lord Triander is apparently a bona fide ‘slutfucker’.
Assured that Cadwarra had lots of semen in her snatch, the Clerk deduced she was wet enough without wasting time telling her she had pretty eyes. He got down on all fours, his knees between Cadwarra’s open thighs. He aimed his cock and lowered his hips until his penis tip touched her slit, never regretting his would be the third cock inside her in twenty four hours. Certainly, a fresh maiden would be nice to lie with, but he was a Clerk who knew he was not particularly nice looking. It wasn’t every day he was allowed to have sex with a Vishra mistress and a Viscountess as well. He happily pushed it into her.
As he had anticipated, she was slippery with jism. He didn’t especially mind. She felt good. Very good. He started fucking rapidly while looking into her eyes. She had pretty eyes. “You have pretty eyes” he found himself saying.
For the first time in their relationship, Cadwarra looked straight back into the Clerk’s eyes. “You have very nice eyes, too” she told him, surprised to realize this was true. She let a contented sigh escape her lips. Without thinking, she parted her thighs slightly wider for him to fuck deeper.
No woman had ever before commented favourably on his eyes. For a second, the Clerk thought Cadwarra’s remark about his eyes was pure sarcasm. He knew he was not worthy of being with a woman as beautiful as Cadwarra. He only realized her compliment was genuine because she had unconsciously pushed her legs further apart. This Lady had found something about him attractive. It was a nice feeling to experience.
The lovemaking continued quietly for several minutes but Cadwarra sensed there was something wrong. She could not identify why, but the Clerk seemed not able to totally enjoy the copulation.
“You seem to be not be having fun” Cadwarra said, feeling she was failing him. “Do I need to do something different? Maybe you’re one of those boys that likes roleplay? I could pretend I am a Princess and you wish take your reward of my body for having just rescued me from an evil Dragon. Maybe you are a powerful Knight who came upon an innocent peasant girl bathing in a forest pond and you decide my naked body is yours to ravage.”
“I do apologize that I am not performing to the standard you are accustomed” the Clerk answered as he kept moving in and out. “I’ve never considered roleplay but your ideas sound quite fun. I assure you, though, you are doing everything right. The failing is mine.” He hesitated to explain. How could he broach this troubling subject to Lady Cadwarra?
He stopped fucking her but stayed inside while forming his words. Risking that he may be ruining the mood he finally proceeded. “Viscountess” he began awkwardly “there is a situation I need to clarify and you may have some information that would help. May I ask you a question? You will be able to totally rely on my discretion no matter how you answer.”
To his relief, Cadwarra did not seem offended. “So” she summarized as she lay waiting for him to resume his fucking “you want to pump me for pleasure AND pump me for information?” She laughed quietly at her own silly joke. “Ok, ask away. But do start fucking again. I need to cum”
He resumed humping Cadwarra, enjoying it much more now that Cadwarra had kindly consented to help him. She was a good sort. He increased his speed and explained his concern. “It is a simple situation, M’Lady, and I regret bothering you but Captain Penley is searching for a Dark Elf named Arabella Farqharson. Penley is convinced this Farqharson and her cronies are roaming the streets of nighttime Qeynos attempting to rob drunks walking home from the taverns. She has eye-witness accounts of someone attacking a group of patrons coming from Irontoes East. These thugs cast a magical spell during the attack. Fortunately the victims fought off their assailants but Penley still wants to catch this felonious Dark Elf and her henchmen.”
Cadwarra appreciated that the speed of the fucking had not slowed down. The Clerk was in good shape to keep going like that. “So” Cadwarra suggested “a Dark Elf in Qeynos must be easy to spot.”
“Well” admitted the Clerk, drawing in a few deep breaths so as to maintain his rate of thrusting “you would think so. But this one has resided in Qeynos for quite some time, always staying directly out of serious trouble until she was recently arrested lurking outside the home of a member of the Qeynos Guard.” The Clerk leaned forward and kissed Cadwaara’s right breast as it rolled around on her chest alongside her left breast, also rolling around. “What is making Penley especially angry is that this particular Inky Elf escaped from jail and is now, Penley is convinced, the ringleader of a gang of thieves. Her rationale is why else would she escape jail.”
Cadwarra was excited to hear about a mystery. This sounded interesting. She rolled the Clerk over onto his back and climbed on top. His penis remained inside. She positioned herself, stuck a nipple into the Clerk’s mouth and began screwing on top of him. Her wet snatch was going ‘schlick...schlick’.
“So how may I help in this investigation, Clerk?”
The Clerk sucked a while on Cadwarra’s breast then pulled it out of his mouth to answer. “The physical characteristics of the spell that was cast by those attacking the drunken patrons struck me as one very similar to a Paladin’s “Ancient Wrath” spell. Your Official Accreditation as a Paladin lists this as one of the spells in which you are rated to be ‘highly proficient’. The location of the incident lies directly between the Vishra Mansion and your old quarters which would place it along the route you might take home after a Vishra party, one of which had occurred the night of the attempted robbery.”
The clerk paused in his explanation. Cadwarra was looking down between her legs. She was watching his dick disappearing in and out of her quim. It shone with pussy juice and the cum of her previous lovers. Below her, his big balls were rolling around inside his saggy scrotum, almost the size of chicken eggs. She wondered how much sperm they held, waiting for the Clerk to shoot it into her.
She lifted her hips so that the Clerk’s cock flopped out of her, making a quiet, wet smack as it fell across his abdomen. Cadwarra lowered her mouth to his genitals. He thought excitedly he was going to get some more head but she instead took one of his balls in her mouth and started rolling it around and licking it. Then she stuffed the second one into her mouth, too. She looked like a chipmunk with those two huge balls pushing out her cheeks. She lifted her head up off his crotch, stretching his long ball sack as she looked into his eyes.
Before she caused him any pain by pulling too far, she allowed his testicles to drop out of her mouth. They fell back to lie there either side of his cock base. She grinned and stuck her face right into them, rubbing them all over her face then licking them some more. Cadwarra started pushing them around with her nose. They rolled all over the place. She kissed them. His testes had never been so loved.
The Clerk saw that Cadwarra was more interested in his nuts than in providing him his information. He determined to press her for the truth about the Ancient Wrath spell despite the pleasure he was experiencing. “If you can confirm, Lady Cadwarra, that that was you casting spells and not our Dark Elf jailbird, we can discount Penley’s theory that Arabella Farharson remains in the City.”
Cadwarra kissed the left ball one last time and raised her head. “I know it is none of my business, but might I ask why this is important?”
“Certainly. Lady Cadwarra. Arabella is in fact supposed to be ensuring that a certain ne’er-do-well, Falco the Faggot, is no longer in Qeynos.” The Clerk slipped his hands under Cadwarra’s armpits and gently pulled her up to him. ”She is supposed to be performing this service as a favour to Marshall Vishra and therefore should not be anywhere IN this city.”
Cadwarra compliantly climbed back on top so they could be face-to-face. Absentmindedly reinserting his cock, she began arching her back at a moderate speed. As her wetness slide up and down on the Clerk’s erection, Cadwarra sought clarification. “Falco has left the City?” She was more puzzled than disappointed.
“We hope he has, Viscountess. It simplifies things.” The Clerk lay back enjoying Cadwarra’s oozing snatch. He made a note that Cadwarra seemed to know Falco the Faggot. There might have been a connection through Llisanya but he also realized they would have been in jail together.
Cadwarra considered offering the Clerk any help he might need in expediting Falco from the City, just for her own peace of mind. On further consideration, she decided not to get involved. She hoped Falco was alright and she hoped she would never meet him again. She did not think it was very nice that people were calling him a faggot. Apart from that, she thought no more of poor Falco.
She remained on top, going at it as fast as the Clerk had been doing it when he was on top. Her tits hung there above his chest, big and round and full. They were swinging around wildly as the Clerk watched. He wanted to feel them so he flipped Cadwarra back onto her back. She giggled. He grabbed a boob in each hand and resumed thrusting while he played with those big fantastic funbags of hers.
“So you see my concerns” he summarized as huge quantities of warm Wood Elf boob filled his hands. He started playing with them, amazed at how how much mammary gland they contained. “If you were involved in that little altercation with those inebriated tavern goers, it eliminates any concern that our Dark Elf Farquharson remains in the City and is not doing what the Marshall is paying her to do. We can remain confident she is conveying Falco beyond our walls as per her instructions and I need not bother the Marshall with any concerns to the contrary.”
“I see” Cadwarra said, trying to figure out what this was all about.
The Clerk kept feeling all that massive quantity of boob while he fucked and waited for Cadwarra’s answer regarding the launching of an Ancient Wrath spell in the middle of the night. Her areolas had shrunk to half their diameter, all crinkly in excitement. The nipples stood proud and thick, rising at least a half inch. His fingertips explored them. They felt hard and stiff and spongy. They bent under his thumbs but popped back up as each thumb slide back off.
It took at most a dozen thrusts before Cadwarra answered his question. She was not going to lie even if she was in trouble for disturbing the peace with a judiciously employed Area of Effect spell. “Yes” she confessed “it was Amber and I firing off that spell at a group of very rude men. Those tipsy loudmouths wanted to Celebrate Tunare with us against a filthy wall in our best gowns and did not even begin their crude suggestion with a courteous request such as “Would you Ladies mind if we debauched you...?”
His mind now relieved of worry, the Clerk began really fucking Cadwarra hard and fast. She grunted softly under the Clerk as he pounded away on her. She sensed he was fully enjoying her now. That was good. “I saw no Dark Elf” she concluded.
The Clerk nodded. He was happy to finally have the mystery resolved. Penley could search in vain all over Qeynos for Farqhuarson; it would keep her out of his hair. Meanwhile, he had a willing little Wood Elf whose body he was not finished enjoying. He was now able to put his full attention towards it.
Before long, he felt his orgasm beginning. Lady Cadwarra appeared to be liking his lovemaking but was, unfortunately, not indicating she was anywhere near cumming.
He reminded himself Lord Vishra had ordered him to give Lady Cadwarra whatever she demanded and she had demanded an orgasm. Trying to keep from finishing too soon, he pulled out without explaining to Cadwarra why he did so. He knelt there with his glistening hard-on hovering over her pussy. He could feel he was on the verge of shooting. He waited, hoping the impending ejaculation would subside.
Cadwarra quickly guessed he was trying not to cum. She realized with a guilty twinge that she had insisted to the poor fellow that she have an orgasm. She was being selfish. This was supposed to be his treat.
Conceding that sexual satiation was not going to be hers today she hastily reassured the Clerk “go ahead and finish, Clerk. You can make me cum next time we couple. If you’re quick enough, maybe you’ll get hard again before Lady Amber arrives.”
Grateful of Lady Cadwarra’s considerate words he went back in. It took a mere couple of in-and-outs before he came inside her. He would have had more jism had he not been whacking away last night, but he still had plenty. Viscous loads of it gushed out of his prick and mixed with the rest of the sperm she already had inside of her.
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Admittedly, the amount of sex Zanhass and Kivan were able to perform that day was helped by the fact that Kivan had gotten there early, out of breath from excitedly running all the way in anticipation of the sex he had been thinking about all night. He still remembered the feel of Cadwarra’s breast brushing his shoulder as she scraped the hint of a beard from his cheeks. It made him desperate to feel Zanhass’s breast pressing into his ribs.
Zanhass was already there in the smithy, an hour ahead of her usual time. “Hurry up” she had told Kivan, stepping close to him and pulling his already full erection out. “Put it in!”
Last night’s plans to cream all over her tits were forgotten as his orgasm caught them both by surprise and he emptied his loins into her vagina. She sighed in his arms after. Only then did she notice what a professional shave he had gotten that morning. “I like your haircut, too.”
Kivan had been unsure of the haircut Lady Cadwarra had given him. It was a departure from the usual style he always had had. “You’re a Squire now” Lady Cadwarra had told him. “A bowl on the head is not an acceptable haircut method.”
It was still early once they had finished the first bout of loving that morning. “If we work fast” Zanhass had encouraged, we can get everything done and still have time to deflower a few more times. We’ll maybe need to skip lunch, is all.”
They did not work on the mace that Zanhass was working on yesterday. “We have no imbuing material to put the magic into the mace.” Zanhass explained regretfully. “I’ve sent word around we are looking to buy some but we can’t finish the mace without it.”
They completed simpler tasks. Kivan was impressed by how efficiently Zanhass worked. “We’re ahead of schedule” Zanhass boasted as she paused mid-morning. The effort to work fast had left their workclothes soaked in sweat. “I’ll just remove mine” she said. It did not take long for Kivan to get her to cum. They cuddled briefly then Zanhass sent Kivan outside to get more charcoal.
As Kivan was loading the scuttle, the Old Druidess came out of her cottage, pretending she was headed into Qeynos. “Well, Kivan, I see Miss Mossclean has proven very good at interrupting you...constantly. How goes the lessons?”
Kivan made a respectful bow “I am learning quite a bit about armour repair, Madam Druid.”
This seemed to amuse the Old Druidess. “Oh, I am glad Miss Mossclean has found time to give YOU lessons as well.”
Kivan carried the charcoal inside. He decided not to embarrass Zanhass by confiding his certainty the Old Druidess knew they were having sex.
They skipped lunch. Zanhass took Kivan back to the private quarters in the back of the smithy, instead of making them a meal. Naked, they got into her bed. “My friend Trelly told me yesterday that she heard a girl is a virgin until she gets into bed with her boyfriend.”
Kivan snuggled happily up against her naked body, not sure how to correct her. “I guess I am no longer a virgin” she erroneously concluded. They made love.
After, she lay in Kivan’s arms, full of his semen.This was the first time he had seen her breasts when she was lying on her back They made lovely mounds of boob. They rolled gently when she moved to hold him closer or reached up to smooth his new haircut. Her puffies had softened after he was done screwing her. The nipples had returned to their inverted state. Her areolas sat there like little domes.
Zanhass brought up something she was not comfortable about. “My friend Trelly wants me to get you to deflower her, too.”
Kivan’s first thought was that that would be fun. That would be two girls whose cherry he would have popped. All guys like to keep score and his score would be two already in his young life. He knew a lot of guys never even had one virgin in their lives, marrying girls that had spread wide for some previous boyfriend or for a powerful, generously tipping Lord. He wondered if Trelly was as pretty as Zanhass and did Zanhass have other pretty friends that wanted to be ‘deflowered’?
Fortunately, before he stupidly agreed to Trelly’s request, before his male ego ruined a beautiful thing with Zanhass, Kivan perceived the tone Zanhass had used when she had mentioned Trelly’s request. He rolled on top of his girl and kissed her. “You do not want me to deflower your friend, do you?” He saw by the relief in her face that she did not.
Zanhass started to cry. “I know I am being selfish, but I do not want to share you.”
Kivan reassured her with a hug. “You can tell your friend that I said I could not agree to be with her since I love you too much. That way, you don’t need to feel bad by being the one to tell your friend no.”
After lunch they worked until mid-afternoon. They made love some more, standing by the forge, then they worked again. They laboured long past the normal quitting time to ensure they had the day’s work done then entwined once again.
Kivan left for Cadwarra’s apartment quite late. Dinner would be cold by the time he got there. He knew Lady Amber would scold him, but he could see she did not really mind him getting some loving. No doubt the fee he was to be paid for not reporting Amber’s activities to her Mother would be reduced by some amount as compensation for overlooking his tardy return to his regular duties.
As for Lady Cadwarra; she seemed to think it was his duty to pleasure Zanhass and had shown no concerns about his irregular hours.
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“If the only weapon I own is a dagger...” Amber asked Cadwarra as they stood naked across from each other in Papa’s training room/office, each holding a pike “...why am I being trained in the use of this two-handed pointy pole?”
“Because you can borrow one of these anytime you need to” Cadwarra answered. She gave Amber a very light crosscheck to her bare chest, just to get her to learn to stand better prepared. “It also helps improve your cardiovas...cardio....your stamina.”
Cadwarra pushed Amber again, a little harder. Predictably, Amber got annoyed and pushed back. That was a good sign.
Cadwarra’s third push came fast and hard. Amber countered it impressively. She had good reflexes.
“Why are we naked” she asked Cadwarra as she tried to counter Cadwarra’s fourth attack. Unlike the previous blows, this one had come from her right. The unexpected attack landed her on her bare ass.
Cadwarra answered her question while waiting for Amber to get back on her feet. “First, because you did not bring your proper training attire; second, because neither did I; third, because the Clerk would love to see us nude and if he comes in we might as well let him have a look.”
The truth was Amber had uncharacteristically arrived at the office early and caught Cadwarra nude. Cadwarra was nude because she was still trying to get the Clerk hard again for a second fuck,
“Why are we letting the Clerk have a look” Amber asked “he’s too ugly to fuck.”
“He’s not that bad. And looks aren’t everything. He’s actually pretty good at it.”
Amber realized what Cadwarra had just said. She grinned at the Wood Elf. “Ohhhh...you naughty girl!”
Out of nowhere Amber launched an attack to Cadwarra’s left. “That tricky little vixen” Cadwarra thought admiringly. Regardless, she countered and knocked Amber off her feet again.
Amber stood back up, nodding at Cadwarra in grudging concession to her instructor’s superior defensive skills. She stepped close to Cadwarra. Two pairs of soft warm breasts crushed into each other. They kissed. “You’re so cute when you’re mean” Amber said.
“Stand at the ready” Cadwarra ordered her student, ignoring the compliment.
Amber stepped back and assumed a decent fighting stance. “Ready. Just try to knock me off my feet this time.” Challenge accepted, Cadwarra’s expert swing did just that.
Again, Amber picked herself up. She showed no sign she was ready to quit. She made a feint to the left then an immediate blow to the right. It was barely reposted. Amber was already making another attack. Cadwarra had not seen the trick. She was knocked back as Amber grinned to see that her only successful attack of the afternoon quite impressed Cadwarra.
Cadwarra got back to her feet.
“So who do you like to fuck most” Amber asked, trying to get Cadwarra distracted. “Papa, Uncle Triander or Diamander?” She swung her pike then, having gotten Cadwarra off guard with her question. She was confident that she now had Cadwarra’s defenses figured out.
The question had not distracted Cadwarra as much as Amber had thought. Once again, she landed on her ass. Cadwarra helped Amber to her feet.
“I’m going to miss your help” she told Amber. “Why must you go off and be Earl Marshford’s girl?”
“Mama says he’ll help me to grow up. But I’m not leaving yet. I can only become his legal Mistress when I become of age. That’s the day after my next birthday in a few weeks.”
“I’ll be glad of your help until then.” Cadwarra checked out the window at the Clock of Ak’Anon. “5:30” she said. “I suppose if that Clerk has not come in yet to see us naked and get his cheap thrills, we better head home. It’s near dinner time and Samandra is making steak and baked potatoes.”
“We’ll be having some pretty simple meals from Samandra until one of our chefs offends Mama and gets himself banished to your Household” Amber lamented.
“I like Samandra’s cooking” Cadwarra protested but Amber had leaned her pike against the wall and was already headed out to the front foyer, still naked. “Tell Samandra to keep my plate warm, Cadwarra. I am going to see if I agree with you that that Clerk is a good lay.” Just before the door slammed Amber shouted “...And don’t unwrap my new Clothspinner dress until I get there!”