Years ago, Fiona had taught Llisanya to cook steak & lobster. “Men want more than sex” she explained to the tiny Half Elf girl on her first day working at the brothel. “They’ll pay more for a good meal than a good fuck” she opined. “Those gentlemen waiting for you in the VIP room are expecting both.” She finished tying Llisanya’s cute little maid’s apron.
Fiona handed Llisanya three squirming lobsters, claws pinned. “Here, Sweetie, toss these poor fellows into the boiling water then we’ll start the steaks. I’ll show you how to ensure they are medium rare. We’ll make some butter and garlic sauce to dip the lobster in while the steaks sear…don’t dawdle, Honey, toss those crustaceans in; I’ll soon need to go check on the other girls and their gentlemen and see that they are all okay.”
Llisanya was finding the business of the brothel to be quite overwhelming. She pondered the odd string of circumstances that had brought her to work for the huge Barbarian madam.
Qeynos had been the first important city her self-imposed exile had brought her to. She found if she waited for the late evening the men in the taverns would be into their cups and became freer with their coin. She approached them asking if they could spare a few coppers in exchange for a song or dance. She could not sing nor did she know any dance steps. Most men just gave her some coppers to do away or made rude remarks like “come back when you grow some tits”, “I bet you’d dance mighty fine in my bed” or “you’ll sing for free when I get between your legs!”
After only a few nights of this some wag at a particularly boisterous table had written an address on a scrap piece of paper. “You can’t sing, Honey. Go see if Fiona could use you. She needs lots of maids…yeah…maids!” She had not understood why the table had laughed uproariously. It was later she realized they had been playing a mean joke on her.
Fiona had answered the door herself when Llisanya had knocked and innocently asked if they were hiring any maids. Fiona was always patient with the sweet girls those insensitive drunks sent her way. She always gave a free meal to the poor darlings.
Once in a while, the girl was suitable for hiring. Fiona had looked at Llisanya and knew this nearly flat-chested girl would be a good fit, notwithstanding her lack of a bust. “Are you a virgin, Sweetie?” she had asked Llisanya.
She liked that Llisanya had not been ashamed. The little Ayr’Dal answered honestly and directly. “I fucked my Daddy lots and once another man; a weaponsmith whose shop was down the way.” Llisanya had canted her boyish hips to indicate the dagger the weaponsmith had given her to pay for his fuck. She was thrusting it forward like a phallic symbol, as proudly as a teenage boy would thrust forward his towering hard-on for his virgin girlfriend to admire. Fiona suspected the dagger was no more chaste than Llisanya was. Twenty four hours later, she was giving Llisanya that cooking lesson.
The steaks were done to perfection, so Fiona had declared. “We’ll let the meat ‘rest’ a few minutes. While we wait, show me that curtsy again.”
Llisanya did the curtsy the way Fiona had taught her. The bodice of the maid’s outfit fell forward as she bowed, exposing her puffy nipples and what little titmeat she had behind them. Completing the curtsy, she straightened.
“Yes, that’s how you do it. Very Elegant, Sugar. Just one thing; stay leaning forward just a wee bit longer so the men definitely get a look at your titties. Not too long, let them have just a glimpse, but you want to show off your shirt-muffins long enough that they have time to notice AND look at them. Then, once they see what you are showing, you immediately deprive them of the view by standing up straight. If they were still debating whether to hire you or just have a drink at the bar and save their money they will now be most happy to depart with their silver just to see more of your chest. Understand?”
Llisanya had understood.
Fiona felt Llisanya’s little buds through the apron front. It was in no way sexual; Fiona hoped Llisanya would be a long term employee and she wondered how long her breasts would remain so small. Many of the customers liked small, young breasts. “I fear your breasts have not stopped growing” she lamented to Llisanya. “They may be a generous hand full all too soon. Well, it can’t be helped. Go and take your clients their dinners.”
The men in the VIP room had enjoyed the meal immensely while teasing and flirting with Llisanya. Dressed in her maid’s outfit she fetched food, refilled wine glasses and cleared plates.
They liked how often she curtsied in her maid’s outfit but they made her take it off, anyway. They did nothing to her that Daddy hadn’t already done. Each man with his huge Human penis took a turn on her naked body, sucking on her little fellows and driving into her pretty vagina, selfishly disregarding her obvious discomfort during penetration and not worrying that she did not cum.
When it was over and all three had kissed her affectionately goodbye she went to find Fiona, walking gingerly. Fiona told her to cup her palms and hold them out. Puzzled, she did as instructed. Fiona poured a huge quantity of coins into her hands. Her share of the gentlemen’s fees was seven silver coins plus forty-four copper. She stared at the fortune she had earned for four hours’ work. “You did well” Fiona told her, kissing her on the top of her head. “Stay here at the brothel. It’s safe. And you will always have money.”
Now grown up and standing in her own kitchen, Llisanya’s memories of Fiona were interrupted by Baltazar’s knock. He had her grocery order. He was smart enough to see she was getting ready for her date and departed without accosting her, except he couldn’t resist a quick squeeze of her left tit. She slapped him for his rudeness, but not too hard; his impudent touch had made her pussy tingle.
Armstrong arrived promptly at six. They chatted while Llisanya made the meal exactly as Fiona had taught her. She let him feel her up while she cooked. It was good to have an older man touch and pet her.
They ignored the subject of Williams. Llisanya set out the food. Armstrong found the meal exquisite.
By nine o’clock Armstrong had screwed Llisanya three times, using the first of the three virginity charms Ellister had supplied. He had thrust into her restored hymen particularly cruelly, resenting what Llisanya had gotten him to do to the ill-fated Williams that afternoon. How she had squealed as he brutally tore her maidenhead but it had done little to assuage his guilt. Her pained cry at that most recent loss of her innocence had just made him feel worse.
He was wearing the bracelet that Ellister had nicknamed the ‘All Night Long’ charm and it was living up to its reputation; despite those three enjoyable orgasms his cock was rock hard and his sex drive undiminished. It was just that his muscles were too tired to keep fucking. He was getting old, he knew. He would need a half hour, then he could go again.
They lay together during that interlude, Llisanya under Armstrong. Armstrong softly kissed Llisanya’s breasts, his still turgid cock unwittingly glistening with the cum that Baltazar had unloaded into her that afternoon. “Maybe now is a good time to discuss the health of my Good Friend Williams” Llisanya suggested.
There was an uncomfortable silence bourn of Armstrong’s guilt at what he had done but when he spoke he did not couch his words. “Your Good Friend Williams is dead. He hung himself just after I gave him his noon porridge with his medicine. Some fool did not confiscate his belt. The death certificate records his passing as a suicide.”
“I see” Llisanya pulled Armstrong’s lips to her right breast. Her pink nipple stood proud as it slipped into his mouth. “Poor fellow” she lamented “no doubt he was so distraught over murdering his good friend, Bartrall, he decided to end it all. I understand they had a knife fight over some whore they had hired cheap. That little bitch should be locked up for causing so much trouble. If I knew who she was I would turn her in to the Guard myself.”
“She should be the one to be blamed” Armstrong agreed, letting her tit fall from his lips so he could speak. “Odd that Penley never even took down her name.”
“Pure incompetence.” Llisanya rolled over to lie partially on top of Armstrong. She lay her head on Armstrong’s shoulder, her breasts crushed into his side, her warm vagina pressed into his thigh. She started to play with his balls, softly rolling them around in her hand. “Perhaps his death was for the best. He said things our friends did not like him saying.” She let Armstrong’s balls drop and raised her hand to grip his cock. Her hand slid easily up and down on the cum-covered shaft. “Let’s not talk about him further, Love.”
Armstrong rolled Llisanya over onto her back, tits pointing straight up in defiance of gravity. She spread wide and he put his cock in and started fucking once more, trying to forget the evil thing he and Llisanya had done.
He watched his hard penis as it slid deep into her pussy. As he drove it in right up to the hilt, he was amazed that the whole thing fit inside her small frame. He ignored the signs of discomfort she showed as he bottomed out in her. He got off looking at the shaft drenched wet with juices as he pulled it out then excitedly pushed it in again, the girth of his cock spreading her labia open to take the full thickness of his prick.
He asked Llisanya to squeal like his little Piggy as he had his pleasure. He came time after time but kept going while she obligingly grunted and oinked under him in porcine submissiveness. He used the remaining two virginity charms. He lost track of his orgasms.
Toward dawn the magic imbued in the ‘All Night Long’ charm dissipated and, finally soft, Armstrong fell asleep holding the thrice deflowered Llisanya.
He woke late. Llisanya was at the front door, bare-assed as she leaned out around the half open door that concealed her nakedness from whoever had knocked. He caught a glimpse of the caller. It was Lady Vishra, herself. Whatever had she wanted with a whore like Llisanya that she would personally come to converse?
He heard Llisanya promise “I see, My Lady. I can make enquiries and find you someone who might know about that.” He could not hear what Lady Vishra then added but Llisanya responded with the words “Six o’clock tomorrow night at the servants’ entrance? Yes, I can be there. Yes, I have a uniform.”
Llisanya closed the door and returned to stand naked in front of Armstrong. She was walking stiffly from all of Armstrong’s lusting abuses. She stood there smiling down at him. Her bald beaver, flat tummy and perfect tits available for his view.
“Good morning, Daddy. It seems I just got handed a few chores to look after today but I need to get you your breakfast, don’t I?” She sat down on the bed and caressed Armstrong affectionately. “First, do you remember that maid’s outfit Fiona often had me wear when I served meals for you at the brothel? I need to see if I can still cram my tittiess into it. Do you want to help me try?”
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Of the two tasks Lady Vishra had hired her to complete, Llisanya estimated that the first task would be exceedingly easy.
She started with a visit to the all knowing clerk at Marshall Vishra’s office. He would know who she needed to find to go and see Lady Vishra; someone who would know what the Lady was hoping to find out.
It was almost noon. Lord Vishra would be gone for an extended ‘lunch’ over at one of his mistresses. Only the clerk would be on duty. He was always on duty. She boldly used the front door.
“It is so nice to see you, Miss Llisanya” he told her as he put down his quill and rose politely. He was fairly certain she wanted something from him, not Marshall, else why would she show up at lunchtime? He grew a boner.
Llisanya approached and gave him a soft kiss on the lips, putting her arms around his neck. She drew him close so he could feel her breasts crush against him.
She smiled at him. He suspected it was genuine. “I never thanked your for the impressive quantity of sperm you lent me the other night in South Qeynos” she told him. “The volume certainly impressed everyone.”
“Just let me know when you want more and I will save it up for you…” He pulled her in close, enjoying how she allowed her body to mold into his.
“No need to save up…” She assured him. She could feel him grown to full manhood against her hip. “…I am fully ready to accept whatever you may want to shoot into me.” She made a couple of thrusts, grinding unashamedly into his pelvis and looking sweetly into his homely face. “Right here? Right now?” she begged him coquettishly.
He lifted her skirts. She wore nothing underneath. She pulled his hardness out, pulsing erect in her hand. She aimed it for him. He pushed it in without further invitation.
As he fucked her, slowly moving in and out, he suggested politely “I hate to discuss business while screwing a beautiful woman, but we only have so much time before Lord Vishra’s first afternoon appointment arrives. Given the brief amount of privacy we have available, perhaps we should talk about why I have the honour of your vagina today.”
“I appreciate your efficiency” Llisanya complimented him, rather enjoying his penis in her. They were moving in unison, pushing into each other then back out for another push. Despite how unattractive he was, his lovemaking was very…competent. “Yes, do it like that” she sighed “I’ll explain what I need.”
She hated to lie, even a little bit, but Lady Vishra would be paying well and so she lied. “I have a female lover…you might know her…she lives next to Cadwarra the Paladin and has a working relationship with this office. As such I assume you made it your business to know all you can of her. I wish to know if she has any lovers that stay the night at her flat…I’m the jealous type, you see.”
The clerk was moving faster so Llisanya obligingly quickened her thrusts, too. He could see Llisanya was liking it faster. The knowledge that Llisanya was actually enjoying the fuck instead of just pretending to fired up his lust.
He guessed whatever Llisanya wanted, she would forgive him for what he was about to do next. He reached up and gripped the two halves of the front of her third best blouse in both hands. He waited a moment so she could ponder what his intentions were then brutally tore her top open as callously as other men had torn her hymen. He could see her white tits sticking out in all their glory. Buttons flew everywhere.
She did not complain; did not slow the motion of her grinding hips. She wanted that information too badly. Besides, she liked that he had torn her clothes just to see her nakedness.
“So” Llisanya prompted the Clerk, her voice trembling with the pleasure of being brutally stripped “we were discussing Cadwarra’s neighbour…”
The Clerk’s eyes were locked on her unique titties. No matter how forcefully he pushed his entire cock into her, they hardly moved. “What would you say if I told you I know of no such High Elf neighbour of Cadwarra’s” he asked as he pounded her.
“I would say I am amazed you had just guessed correctly that she was a High Elf.” Llisanya countered. She had expected he would be tight lipped. She would not have respected him if he had not been so. She kissed him hard, grateful for the nice fuck he was giving her but she still needed that information. She broke off the lengthy kiss. “… I would also say I would understand that your position in this office requires you to remain discreet about employees and retainers.”
They fucked quietly for a while, both enjoying their union. It would have been so much easier if Lady Vishra could have just questioned the High Elf herself instead of going to all this trouble to find someone else who spent nights in those quarters and would have heard all sorts of secrets through the paper-thin walls of Cadwarra’s apartments. But the High Elf neighbour worked for Marshall Vishra and Llisanya knew that when spying on her husband, Lady Vishra would prefer an informant without mixed loyalties.
“Does anyone live with her? A fuck buddy?” Llisanya prodded. “Even if on a semi-permanent basis?” He did not answer as he stroked in and out. He was avoiding her question. “Does your High Elf lover have nice tits?” he suddenly asked. He had seen both Cadwarra and Llisanya in the nude. He had not yet seen the High Elf naked and wanted to know if her tits were a nice as Cadwarra’s or Llisanya’s.
All Llisanya knew of those breasts was what she had discerned from fondling them under the High Elf’s top that one time. “They are very nice.” Llisanya improvised. “I bet you are jealous that I’ve played with them. They sit there so round and soft. They are so high on her chest. That’s why High Elves are called ‘High’ Elves, you know.”
The clerk chuckled at her joke and did not ask more about the High Elf; he knew more about the High Elf than Llisanya did. He knew that Llisanya was lying about being the High Elf’s lesbian lover but he did not challenge her. He sitepped up the frequency of his copulating and watched Llisanya close her eyes and have a small orgasm in his embrace.
When her climax subsided, Llisanya opened her eyes back up and looked directly into his, smiling as if to encourage him to keep fucking. She asked again. “So, what can you tell me about the lovers of my High Elf girlfriend? Do any of them spend the night in her bed?“
“It would not be appropriate for me to tell you…” he answered, his hips did not slow. Llisanya let him keep fucking and they were silent while he enjoyed her pussy. Finally he volunteered a bit of oblique information. “Maybe you should go see the Sergeant in command out at the Forest Ruins and ask him how his son is doing…”
“Oh, the Forest Ruins.” Llisanya kept her hips thrusting. She was hoping he would make her cum again before they were done. Sadly, she could feel him approaching completion. “Such a lovely spot, the Forest Ruins…except for the Goblins and the huge spiders.”
“Wear your armour” the Clerk advised and made several hard, deep thrusts. He began to blow his load. It wasn’t the volume he had shot in her the night she murdered Bartrall, but a lot still dripped out as he pulled his spent prick free from her slit. He allowed her skirts to fall back into place. A bit of cum oozed out of her onto the floor.
He helped her find all her buttons where they had landed and rolled. She gave him a thank-you kiss goodbye, using a little tongue.
Fish’s Alehouse was on the way to the Forest Ruins. She decided to see if Ellister was at the his usual table already. She could use a drink and she could let him know his charms worked most satisfactorily last night.
He was sitting there in the near-empty tavern. She sat down with a glass of wine.
Ellister did not ask why she was wearing a blouse minus all its buttons. She had tied the front shirtails of the blouse together. It barely covered her decently. She was sporting cleavage galore. The few patrons in the Alehouse turned to catch the view, enjoying how firm those half exposed tits sat on her chest.
Ellister, not attracted to a woman no matter how pretty, smiled a platonic welcome at her. Wishing a little privacy while they discussed business, he would have liked her to be more modestly dressed so the other patrons would stop glancing over.
Ellister did not give her a chance to tell him how his magic jewelry had so pleased her date last night. “Hello, Llisanya. I have good news and bad news” he told her. “Let me start with the good news.”
He pulled out his coin purse while laying out an accounting sheet so Llisanya could examine the calculations. They were in a secluded corner of the tavern, but Ellister nevertheless was hunched over to hide his financial dealings with Llisanya from the leering eyes of the other customers on the far side of the room.
“I sold Falco his cock enhancement charm last night for six plat.” He drew Llisanya’s attention to the page of figures. “The raw materials cost two plat, twenty-three gold, ninety-five silver and seventy-six copper for a net profit of three plat, seventy six gold, four silver and twenty-four copper. Your sixty percent share, as we agreed, is therefore two platinum, twenty-five gold, sixty-two silver and fifty-five copper.”
He opened his coinpurse and carefully stacked Llisanya’s coins on the table, four separate piles by denominations. “I rounded up the copper in your favour since I got to suck Falco’s magnificent new wang after the sale.”
Llisanya scooped the coins up and took the accounting page as well. Daddy had taught her how to fuck but wasn’t so strong on teaching arithmetic. She would ask someone to check the math later, though Ellister had never cheated her in the past. “Well, thanks for my cut of the profits. Glad to get that scam over with. Let’s not do it again; it’s too much work.”
“Well, I am sorry you feel that way; I had a very different experience, Llisanya. Falco insisted we test out the ring right here last night and I for my part was quite pleased with the results.”
Ellister appeared quite chuffed with himself as he enthused by expounding on the topic. “It was a monster schlong, Llisanya! My best work, frankly. The cock was so very, very big and lovely and when I sucked on the beautiful thing I was treated to a true flood of lovely tasting Wood Elf sperm.” Forgetting for a moment longer the problem they would need to discuss, Ellister sat recalling the enjoyable pulses of cum that the reluctant homosexual, Falco the Fag, had shot down his throat.
“I am so glad to hear you know how to suck cock just like the rest of us girls, Ellister, but I think we need to discuss where he got the plat to pay you. I was not aware he had come into such a fortune.”
Llisanya’s words ended Ellister’s pleasant recollections of last night. The smile he had from thinking about Falco’s big erection faded as he leaned forward to anxiously share a nasty bit of gossip. ““That’s the bad news, Llisanya. Did you hear about the Guardsmen Thorsona and Bauer last night? They were discovered naked in bed in a very, very embarrassing situation. Captain Penley is apoplectic over it happening on her watch!”
“Those two brutes?” Llisanya snorted dismissively. She sipped her wine, making sure it did not have a lovely nose plus a hint of pepper on the palate with a delightful finish and good legs. It was still tasty. “No doubt Bauer was doing something kinky and stupidly got them both tangled up in the ropes or whatever? So what?”
“It seems it was hardly a case of two idiots not operating their bonds and leather straps properly” Ellister replied. “Someone tied them up and sexually assaulted both of them. To boot, items and coins were stolen. The Guard is not naming who they are searching for, but they are certainly poking their noses around everywhere this morning.”
Ellister took a sip of his whiskey. The shot glass trembled a little, revealing his concern. “Llisanya…I am pretty sure it was Falco, based on the guilty way he was acting last night, the fact that he had a lot of coins all of a sudden and that that coin was in a very girlie coinpurse he would hardly choose to carry his coins in. We, of course had nothing to do with it, but I am not pleased to think the Guard may come asking us questions. It’s not good for business when my customers see guards hanging around me, you see?”
Llisanya immediately realized that guards driving away Ellister’s customers was the least of their worries. They were now in possession of some coins stolen during the commission of a sex crime and the Guard did not make too much distinction between an honest transaction and an accessory-after-the-fact. She sat there, shocked that Ellister was only concerned that the Guard would be bothering his customers. Apparently, sucking big cocks lowered Ellister’s wisdom and intelligent statistics a significant amount.
She leaned forward and hissed at him in an urgent whisper. “Ellister, wake up! This coin incriminates us. Penley knows I am connected to Falco. She and half the City saw me fucking him in the window. I need you to hide this coin. Right now! Before the Guard wants to know why we are suddenly so rich.”
She was glad to see that her words had woken him up to the full consequences of their situation. Realization clearly showed in his face. “Of course” he agreed. “How could I have been so stupid?”
Llisanya pulled her coins back out and dumped them on the table. “Ellister, I have a commitment to perform for the Vishra Family tonight. I don’t dare go into hiding.” She pushed her coins across the table to Ellister. “You and our money need to disappear. There is only one person in Qeynos…I mean under Qeynos…who can hide you and our coin beyond the reach of the Guard.”
Ellister was hurriedly scraping the coin off the table back into his coinpurse and nodding. He knew to whom Llisanya was referring. “He’ll charge about five gold per night” he lamented “unless he already knows why I am hiding, in which case I would suspect the price will be ten.”
Ellister stood and tucked his coinpurse away. “Alright. I’m out of here, Llisanya. Come find me in the Down Below when things cool down. And drop by my apartment in a few days and bring me a change of clothes.” Having finally been shaken out of his complacency over their situation, he rushed out of the tavern. Lisanya heard him belatedly shout as the door swung shut “Llisanya, can you pay my tab?”
Llisanya walked over to pay the bartender. She knew Ellister well enough to be confident he would stay out of sight. With no coin to tie her to Falco she could let the Guard interrogate her all they wanted; they would have nothing on her. She relaxed a little at that thought. She had other things to do and she had better get going. You do not let members of the Vishra Family down.
With that little detour out to the Forest Ruins and a friendly chat with tthe Sergeant, Llisanya ascertained the Sergeant’s son was now in training for the Guard. It was an hour’s walk back to the training field.
Trandall came into the office a soon as he was informed a certain ‘Llisanya’ had asked to see him. “It’s been so long” she told him and gave him a big hug hello, flattening her breasts into his chest. She held him long enough to allow him the time to reach around and feel her ass.
“Yes. Too long” he agreed. “How may I help you, Llisanya?”
“Well, Silly Me. I was doing some spring cleaning and I only just today found your handkerchief. You must have dropped it at my place. I do not know how I never realized it was yours.” She handed it to Trandall.
“Why, thank you Lisanya.” Trandall took the item, well aware that Llisanya was not doing any spring cleaning in late summer. He was relieved to have that incriminating thing back in his hands, though.
Of course, he was no fool, Llisanya would not have returned it had she not wanted something but he played along. “In gratitude for finding my property, may I do you a reciprocal favour?”
“I just came by to speak to one of your pupils” she answered, allowing Trandall to continue running his hands all over her firm buttocks. “He is the son of the Sergeant out at Forest Ruins. I need to see him.”
Trandall had kindly pulled the Sergeant’s Son from the training field so Llisanya could speak with him in private. The young man looked at Llisanya, puzzling over who she was. She must be important if she could command Master Trandall to summon him from his training.
“Lady Vishra wishes to speak with you at the Vishra Manor” she told the Sergeant’s Son, handing him five silver. “That coin is just for you to go see her. She wishes an hour of your time for an additional thirty silver upon your satisfactory appearance at her offices . You will answer all her questions and tell no one of your meeting with her.”
Llisanya paused to ensure he understood. The Son nodded.
“I will explain to Trainer Trandall that you had to go” she concluded and strode off, leaving the lad to wonder what he could possibly do to deserve thirty-five silver.
Within the hour, he was shown into Lady Vishra’s private study. Lady Vishra was quite pleased to see how quickly Llisanya had managed to find an informant who could give her the information she desired about Cadwarra. She had to concede her husband was correct in his assessment of Llisanya’s usefulness. She was sorry she had thought so little of her all this time.
The Sergeant’s Son bowed respectfully and waited to be addressed. Lady Vishra was surprised to realize she already knew who he was or, rather, she already knew who his father was. She stood looking at the attractive youth admiringly for a good long moment. He so resembled his handsome father as he was when she first met him so many years ago. She wondered if the colt had a prick the size of the sire.
She had been so young when the boy’s father had been an ‘older man’; an experienced Guard in her father’s service, reliable in the execution of his duties. He had been assigned to chaperone her for a picnic out in Antonica. Those were carefree days when Gnolls were almost unheard of and a girl could convince her chaperone to leave the other teen girls and their silly chatter about boys and help find a private place in the peace of Archer’s Wood. She wanted to find out about men not boys that hot afternoon.
Her chaperone had let her grope him and feel his penis stiffening through his leggings. She pulled it out to see it stick up so proudly. She did not know back then that they came in different sizes but it seemed so very big.
Of course, she had found smaller sizes later on. Only on her wedding night, with the young Lord Vishra, had she again marveled at the size of a huge penis while he took her. She heard the wedding guests in the Grand Hall below still celebrating their marriage as her new husband parted her thighs, celebrating their marriage as well.
Young men outside in the hallway mischievously pounded on the bridal suite door, imploring Vishra to open it so they could show him ‘how it’s done’. Lady Vishra had moaned especially loudly just to dutifully make sure they knew her new husband knew ‘how it’s done’. For the benefit of those hecklers, she loudly announced to her bridegroom that he was too big and she could not endure a fourth time. Hoots of approval came through the door to congratulate young Lord Vishra’s stamina, encouraging him to do it one more time. She knew her obligation to maintain her new husband’s reputation and so made sure her resulting climaxes were clearly heard out in the hallway.
Despite her husband’s impressive size she often wondered over the years about the cock that had made her a woman on that summer afternoon. She made discrete enquiries. He was a Sergeant now and much older. He was posted at the Forest Ruins. Of course it would be improper for a highborn Lady to go find him, offering herself to a mere sergeant. She still wished she could find out if his cock was really as big as her virgin eyes had seen. How he had grinned as he fucked on top of her nubile nakedness that afternoon.
She snapped out of her foolish reverie. The young man was waiting for her to speak. She recovered herself. “I am reliably informed you are in a position to advise if my husband is fucking your lover’s neighbour; a pretty Wood Elf named Cadwarra. Do you know Cadwarra?” The youth looked at her, stunned by the blunt question.
She ignored his look of shock. “Tell me, has my husband ever come by to carnally enjoy this little Feir’Dal flirt?” Despite efforts to keep her gaze above his neck, her eyes drifted down to look at the young man’s bulge. There was something erotic about the hypothetical possibility of fucking both father and son well over two decades apart.
Not that she ever would; it would not be appropriate. She had to remind herself that, approaching her 37th birthday, she had an image to protect and she should no longer be fucking mere servants and retainers as she had done when a carefree girl.
“My lady” the Sergeant’s Son bowed to conceal how uncomfortable he felt “I have stayed several nights sleeping in the apartment next to Cadwarra’s. Lord Vishra was never in that apartment that I am aware of but your nephew, Diamander Vishra, is now living there and enjoys Cadwarra’s bed and her attentions in a most familiar way.”
“I see” Lady Vishra intoned. “That’s good to hear about my nephew.” She walked casually over to her desk to produce a small coinpurse. Holding it in her hand she reconfirmed “So, my husband has never been in Cadwarra’s flat to enjoy her little willing pussy?”
“Not that I am aware, My Lady.”
“Well, if my husband ever does show up for a fuck, please inform me as soon as practical.” She gave him the coinpurse. “There’s more of this as long as you keep me informed.”
The boy took the coins, bowing gratefully at her generosity.
She sat down casually on a corner of her desk, studying the Sergeant’s Son. He looked so pretty. He had broad shoulders.
“Well, since my husband has not visited Cadwarra in her domicile…yet…why don’t you tell me more about how my nephew is doing. For reasons you need not understand, Diamander was reluctant to take Cadwarra as a lover while we, who care very much about him, wished him to realize what a fun little piece of tail such an accommodating girl can be.”
Lady Vishra paused for effect. “I need you to speak plain. We are behind closed doors, here, so tell me…how well is Cadwarra pleasing him?”
The Sergeant’s Son already knew Diamander was a bit limp-wristed and did not need to puzzle long over what the Vishra Family’s concern was. He replied directly. “I can advise he was enjoying the heterosexual explorations of Cadwarra’s womanly body very much and she submits to him every time he wants her. She often initiates intimacy; once quite…er…insistently. Apart from that near rape, their lovemaking has been fairly normal except the one night they came home late…” His voice trailed off, not sure if he should say more.
Lady Vishra was not patient over the young man’s hesitation. “What about coming home late?” she demanded. “Out with it, Boy. I’m paying you to tell me everything.”
“There was another female with them, Lady Vishra. It was your daughter, Amber. She was a few years behind me in school and I recognized her by her voice. Diamander was going at it between Cadwarra’s legs for half the night while Amber was there. Amber was not included in the fucking, but from the conversation I overheard, I surmised she was in the same bed…and naked as a whore.”
“Watch your language, Sirrah!” Lady Vishra scolded angrily. “That is my daughter you are speaking of and you will use more respectful terms.”
The Sergeant’s Son wisely rephrased his words. “My apologies, I will correct my statement…your daughter was unclad beside them under the sheets but remained chaste.”
“Chaste? “ Lady Vishra sighed. “That’s a word I lamentably so rarely hear used about my middle daughter these days. But go on with the report.”
“That is all I can relate, My Lady. I have spent the last few night’s at my lover’s apartment, but next door has been quiet. Since they left late one morning a few days ago to hunt rats; neither Cadwarra, nor Diamander nor your daughter have been home.” He paused and delicately added “I fear they may have been part of the recent trouble with the Gnolls.”
Lady Vishra declined to inform the lad that she already knew from her husband that the three of them were at the Antonica dock and safe in the company of a competent group of fighters. She mulled over the information the young lad had told her.
It sounded like welcome progress was being made as regards the correction of Diamander’s deviant sexuality but she was not happy to think he was screwing his lover with his cousin…her DAUGHTER…naked beside him while he did it. And what was Amber thinking being nude in bed with them? Had she no shame?
Lady Vishra stood lost in thought as she absent-mindedly stared the young man’s way and allowed her mind to wander back to her youth. Despite herself, the news that Amber had slept naked while Diamander and Cadwarra had made love beside her awoke memories of those happy-go-lucky days when Lady Vishra had been a young girl and had done the same thing.
She had shared a bed with her best friend, Jemella at some weekend party. It grew late and everyone had stripped off and gone to sleep. The young ladies had primly informed the boys that they would need to sleep in another chamber and to stop trying to see them nude. The boys had protested but had taken their hard chubbies to another room and left the girls in peace.
In the dark, before sleep came, Jemella had asked the future Lady Vishra if the rumours were true about her and the handsome Guardsman in Archer’s Wood last week. She was titillated to hear confirmation. Jemella confessed that she was still a virgin. She had a crush on that Triander fellow, he was such a handsome older boy. She wished above all else that Triander would just get on top of her and force her to submit to his needs. Triander was perfect, she said, to take away her virginity. They giggled at such a thought and fell asleep thinking how nice it would be when they were married and could fuck all they wanted.
Triander, one of the sexually frustrated boys sleeping in the next room, must have heard their confidential whispers and could not resist the temptation of the accidental invitation. Lady Vishra had awoken from a deep sleep. In the dark she heard Triander now in their bed and having his way on top of Jemella’s nakedness, thrusting fully into her, going back and forth.
Jemella, crying foolishly at the loss of her virginity, had initially protested his violation of her. She said he should stop, expressing her fears that her friend sleeping beside her would wake up and hear them. Triander saw no need to end the fun. He told her to stop being so silly; no one was going to wake up and she should stop crying; every other girl at school was doing it with their boyfriends, why shouldn’t she? She calmed down. He increased the speed of his thrusts. Jemella had started to enjoy the act. At last she forgot about her lost honour and started to giggle at the sensation of a penis fully penetrating her for the first time.
Lady Vishra had lain there sexually aroused to hear a handsome young man actually screwing beside her, grunting and panting, forcefully pinning Jemella the way a man does when he needs a woman. She lay there listening, pussy soaking wet. Triander soon came inside Jemella then slept, then woke to cum inside her again.
Lady Vishra realized she was staring so intently at the Sergeant’s Son that he was showing how ill-at-ease he felt. She realized in embarrassment that her erect nipples were in danger of showing under her dress. She thought quickly. She needed to change the subject. She extemporized. “What is your opinion of this Cadwarra floozy?”
She waited while the Sergeant’s Son gathered his complex thoughts about Cadwarra. He remembered his father telling him it was time he grew up and got some cunt. They went to the tavern in a quest to find a suitable lady with a comely body. They might have to pay for it. “Ah!” his father had said “there’s that cute Wood Elf I fucked last week. She’ll do, let me tell you. Most comfortable bosom I’ve ever rested my head on!”
Cadwarra had seemed so pleased to see his father. He could not believe she had let them each slip a hand inside the top of her dress. Her breast had been so warm and so soft. He had stood there squeezing it, fingers circling her erect nipple while his father stood on the other side of her and did the same with her other tit. She was so casual the way she chatted as she allowed them to feel her up. He almost creamed in his leggings when she suggested to his father after only an hour of pleasant conversation “do you think your son can take me home to bed? Then you can maybe come later?”
Her tits had bounced and jiggled unrestrained as she hopped down off her barstool. She lead him out the door. He made a joke and she leaned affectionately into him, enjoying his closeness as the tavern door slammed behind them. He walked her to her place, arm around her waist. His hand slid up off her ribs to cup her soft boob some more…
He broke out of his thoughts when he suddenly realized Lady Vishra was waiting for an answer. He coughed uncomfortably. “Lady Vishra, what little I know of Cadwarra, she is a very nice person. It is easy to like her. She is also quite intelligent. I am sure she likes your nephew very much and he seems happy with her.” His voice cracked to think how happy she was with Diamander, having completely forgotten about him.
He had hoped Cadwarra would be in the tavern the next night. He was sure he had pleased her enough that she would come looking for him. He had stood there nursing an ale while the tavern filled but there was no sign of Cadwarraa and her perfect body. He should not have left that money on her night table he had thought when the tavern was packed. Surely he had insulted her by assuming she was a prostitute.
The fact that Cadwarra’s High Elf neighbour had sought him out in the crowd that evening had assuaged his hurt feelings a little. By way of introduction she had approached and asked “can you make me cum the way you did to my silly little Wood Elf neighbour last night?”
He realized he had just kept Lady Vishra waiting, again, while he stood there lost in thought, looking like an idiot. “I think that is all I can say about Cadwarra” he apologized to Lady Vishra. He could not hide the hurt tone when he concluded “she seems to have no time to speak to someone such as I.”
Lady Vishra made a shrewd guess when she heard the emotion in his voice. “She fucked you, didn’t she?”
He nodded, embarrassed to have not told her sooner. At her command, he told her all the details of the repeated loving he and his father had given Cadwarra that wonderful night. The only part he wisely did not relate was that his father had previously screwed Cadwarra in the Forest Ruins while on duty. It was best she did not know about that.
“My, my…” Lady Vishra concluded when he finished his account of the night of debauchery with the insatiable Cadwarra “That little bed-hopping Feir’Dal does like to spread her legs.”
He reluctantly nodded agreement, not wanting to contradict a highborn lady but not wanting to hear Cadwarra spoken about like that.
“Don’t be embarrassed to tell me these things” Lady Vishra told him, seeing his unease. “If she is my husband’s lover, I need to know everything about her…everything.”
He nodded. He was flabbergasted when Lady Vishra then told him out of the blue “let’s start with you showing me how you fucked Cadwarra. Show me what you did to make her cum.”
He looked at Lady Vishra, dumbfounded. Lady Vishra merely began to undo the buttons of her dress, looking directly at him. “Don’t be coy” she commanded when she saw him hesitating to undo his own fastenings “I can see the memory of Cadwarra’s body has made you hard. Did you think I would not see that big thing? Why are you pretending you don’t want a fuck? There’s no sense in wasting your youthful ardour on propriety; get undressed and show me how you fucked our little Wood Elf temptress. Show me what makes her cum.”
Lady Vishra kept undoing the fastenings of her clothing. Her large breasts, swollen by her pregnancy, stuck out for his inspection as firm as they had for his father two decades ago, nipples standing up in full arousal. The young man looked so much like his father when he had fucked her out in Antonica under the leaves that shaded them from the bright sun. She was so horny from the memory of that long ago afternoon of lost virginity. She wanted cock.
She stepped toward the boy who was standing there not sure how to react to such bald statements as the Lady Vishra had just made. He was wise enough to know that you most certainly did not have sexual relations with the wives of powerful men like Marshall Vishra but neither did you refuse a noblewoman when she demanded a service of you.
She read his thoughts. “It’s not wise to refuse me, Young Man. Pull your prick out. I want to see what you stuck into Cadwarra.” He had heard her order, but still feared to expose his erection for her. Lady Vishra’s hand brushed against the front of his leggings, circling his generous package. She felt his hardness. He really had a great big couple of handfuls down there.
She knelt in front of him, just as she had done for his father so many summers ago. She soon had his cock out. She could not believe his size. It was even bigger than her husband’s. Had his father been that big? She was not sure. She suspected the son had surpassed his father. She had to have it crammed in her mouth.
Not caring what consequences may fall, she kissed the huge erection right on the tip, then planted a line of kisses along the underside of the lengthy mansword until she completed the long journey to his sperm laden balls. She took one in her mouth and rolled it on her tongue. She sucked on it, stretching his scrotum out as far as she could without hurting him.
He forgot his reservations about offending Lord Vishra and surrendered to Lady Vishra’s desires. He pointed his prick right at her pursed lips and put both hands on the back of her head. He pushed her mouth down onto his dick until he was fucking her throat. She took as much as she could. He liked the sound of her gagging, struggling to take its length.
As the cock went in and out between her jaws, she reflected that Cadwarra, too, had sucked the cock of this young man. She was jealous. Jealous that Cadwarra had fucked this boy, jealous that Cadwarra had fucked his father, jealous that Cadwarra had fucked her husband. She had to admire Cadwarra’s success rate, just the same.
She let his prick fall from her mouth and watched the huge thing swinging just inches from her nose. She wanted this boy to take her on a soft mattress, not on top of her hard desk. She stood and wordlessly took him by the hand to lead him by a secret passageway to her bedroom. The immense cock stood high and proud as they walked, swinging side to side. Halfway there, impatient for a young fuck, she pulled him along as she broke into a trot. His dick was really bouncing joyously as he ran, excited for the fuck he was about to get.
As they made love in her bed, she orgasmed under the Sergeant’s Son as she pondered how many cocks a slut like Cadwarra must have had. If you lined up all of Cadwarra’s cocks, end to end, how many yards would that be? She came several times imagining the answer!
When it was over, Lady Vishra lay there with a young man’s sperm inside her pregnant belly. No longer aroused by thoughts of Cadwarra’s promiscuity, she was now back to resenting the lovers Cadwarra was taking from her.
She rolled over onto her present lover’s body. He was quite good at fucking. He was a great kisser. She begrudgingly thanked Cadwarra for breaking in the new colt.
She needed to hang on to this new mount, she decided. She wanted to enjoy the fruits of Cadwarra’s ‘instructions’. She would make him one of her official paramours.
There was one small problem with that intention. Since she was only allowed so many official lovers she would need to negotiate with her husband to increase that limit. He would not be easily convinced to do so.
The solution was obvious; she could give him Cadwarra. Vishra had already broached the subject of Cadwarra’s suitability for producing intelligent, strong Vishra sons. When he had done so, she had not liked the idea but promised to do some preliminary fact gathering to at least confirm Cadwarra was of a quality to mother such a son or two. She had found nothing of concern in that regard to outright veto the idea.
So that would be the solution. She would agree to Cadwarra’s impregnation and he would agree she could add this fresh stud to her stable of boyfriends.
Of course, she would not be able to have a lover of such low status; a mere Guard-in-Training. It would be quite alright if he was, say, an officer. She would get Lord Vishra to promote him to Captain. That would be part of the deal.
They dressed and she walked him to the front door of the mansion, running her hands over his strong biceps. Servants passing by saw nothing.
“I want to know everything that happens in Cadwarra’s bed as regards my daughter, my nephew and especially my husband” were her parting instructions. “Spend as much time over there as you can.”
“Yes, my Lady.” Lady Vishra’s newest lover bowed deferentially, kissing her hand. She squeezed his balls affectionately. She said nothing about his Captaincy in the offing.