A short connector piece to mostly advance the plot.
Cadwarra was nude, standing there pressed against the cell bars. The cold iron made her nipples erect. Sprockfuddle was playing with Cadwarra’s tits as they stuck through those same bars into Spockfuddle’s cell.
The horny little Gnome had been groping her chest for a half hour already. He liked her massively attractive tits. They were simultaneously soft and firm, round and high. He was standing on the second level of horizontal bars so he could easily reach them. His fingers dug deep into all that firm boobflesh to feel her mammary glands buried deep in there like hidden treasures. She had a lot of mammary gland, no wonder her tits were so big.
In comparison to the tiny Gnome hands that gripped those boobs they looked huge.
Not only was Cadwarra doing this to see what information she might tease out of Sprockfuddle while they fooled around, Cadwarra was still sexually stimulated from the special heal spell she had cast on Falco yesterday. She had therefore offered her body to Sprockfuddle for baser reasons as well.
She looked down and watched him feel her up, enjoying the sight of his hands pulling and squeezing her ample boobs. They were slathered with his saliva. Her thick, long nipple stems shone with the spit from his licking tongue. She liked the attention he had given them.
For the moment they were just making small talk while he played. “Tell me some more about your girlfriend, Annie” she asked. “When are you going to pop the question to her?”
“Well, I was going to ask pretty soon but those guards came barging into my rooms and dragged me out of bed and into here. They confiscated anything of value as ‘evidence’ including the engagement ring I had pilfered for her.” He licked the underside of Cadwarra’s left boob then kissed it. It yielded under the pressure of his enthusiastic kiss. “So now I am stuck in here while she’s probably fucking all my customers.”
Sprockfuddle could not hide his frustration and squeezed her breasts too hard. She winced. “Sorry” he apologized then continued “...And by ‘fucking my customers’, I don’t mean the kind of fucking where they pay too much for their purchases or she short changes them a few silver. Frankly, I suspect she is fucking me right now in that sense of the word.”
“That’s terrible. And all this just adds to the waste of taxes.”
“Exactly” Sprockfuddle concurred as he kept jiggling and bouncing all that meat on Cadwarra’s chest. “At last I’ve found someone in here who understands economics.”
He realized at that point that Cadwarra’s nipples had gotten as hard as they ever were going to get. He locked his mouth on the left one and started sucking. Surely all that mammary gland in her breasts would produce copious pints of warm Wood Elf milk for him. A meal of sweet breast milk would be a welcome change from the porridge they slopped out for every meal. He was disappointed to get no milk at all from Cadwarra but he still enjoyed gnawing on her nips.
Cadwarra winced as he accidentally bit her. Typical male. She adjusted her stance a little so he could latch at a better angle. She glanced over at the sleeping Falco to make sure he was not going to wake up. She did not want him to know what she was letting Sprockfuddle do. He would be hurt by that. She could hardly explain to him that it was being done for the sake of Queen and Qeynos.
Falco lay on his cot in a deep healing sleep blissfully unaware of her naughty interlude with Sprockfuddle going on fifteen feet from his cot. He was well on his way to recovery but he still had a lot of healing to do. A healer more adept than Cadwarra would have had him up and fit with just one heal spell. She had been so incompetent that she needed all three of hers to just save his life. The rest of the healing would have to be left up to time and rest.
Still attached at the mouth to Cadwarra’s breast and holding onto the bars with one hand for balance, the Gnome reached down with his right hand and stuck two fingers into Cadwarra’s box. “Oooooh...!” She breathed.
Encouraged, he slipped two more fingers in and started to finger-fuck her. With still no protest coming from Cadwarra, he then slipped his thumb in to join his other digits and pushed his whole hand into Cadwarra’s welcoming womanhood.
To Cadwarra, his fist felt about the size of a regular Human cock; not even equal to the sergeant’s son’s penis. She moved her hips in rhythm to his hand’s motion. “Do it, Baby...” she pleaded.
He did it; fucking her with his fist. A good bit of his forearm was inside. She hoped when Vishra described her loyal services to the Queen he would gloss over details like this.
She pulled her hips back from the bars and Sprockfuddle’s drenched hand slipped out of her. He was about to protest but stopped as she knelt and reached to undo his prison pants. She pulled his size small penis out and stroked it, watching it become a mini erection. She pumped it a couple of strokes then got down on all fours so her jaws were level to his manhood. “Let me suck you off?” she offered.
“Ohhhh! Yes, Honey.” he thrust his hard dinky forward enthusiastically. “Get your lips on that big salami and start working.”
As she shifted into a proper pecker-sucking position she suppressed a giggle at hearing that little thing referred to as a ‘big salami’ but she reasoned that all things are relative.
She asked casually “so, tell me more about Freeport? Will they set aside those false accusations of rape?” She took him in her mouth and blew him while waiting for his answer.
“Of course they will.” Sprockfuddle lied as his hips thrust forward repeatedly, pushing his prick back and forth between Cadwarra’s lips. He smirked inwardly at how naive these Qeynos people were. Always tell them what they want to hear and they are practically in Freeport already. The nice big commission he would get for Cadwarra’s betrayal to Freeport was as good as in his pocket.
He looked down to watch his prick as she sucked. “The courts in Freeport are fair and will recognize men are always ready for sex and a girl can do what she wants with them in bed” he reassured her. “The details of your case are clear; he was begging for it. The rape charge will be set aside and you will be fully exonerated. Fully!”
She pulled him out of her mouth and rubbed it on her face as she spoke. “Okay, It sounds like I will need to head there so I can dodge this wrongful conviction. How do I do this?” She went back to giving him head. Sprockfuddle decided she was pretty good at fellatio. She might even be as good as Annie.
Sprockfuddle knew he was moving things along a bit too fast but in view of the situation it was clear Cadwarra was persona non grata in Qeynos so there was no danger she was not a bonafide candidate for betrayal. “We can fix you up with a group heading out in a few days. As soon as you hear I am out of here, go and wait at this address: 13 Tranquil Way. I’ll come find you. There are two fellows there already. Don’t let them push you around.”
He fucked her mouth fast while she blew him. He wasn’t going to last very long given the great job she was doing. He watched her pull his cock out and start kissing the tiny shaft.
“But first...there is a small matter of proving your commitment to Freeport” he warned her. “I am sure that will be no problem for a girl like you to to prove her loyalty.”
“Oh? Prove how?” Cadwarra pumped his cock as she looked up at him. His dick hovered just above her lovely face as she beat his meat. She focused on his knob trying to see if he was dripping any cum yet. It was so close to the bridge of her nose that she unwittingly crossed her eyes as she focused on his dick. She looked cute doing that. Her eyes uncrossed as she looked up at his face wondering why he was chuckling at her.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. So, do you think you can maybe destroy some valuable assets or supplies?”
Cadwarra lied. “Of course, I can. I would be happy to. The way I have been treated here in Qeynos it will be a pleasure.”
“That’s the right attitude, Kid...pump faster, please... I can maybe give you a good deal on travel supplies as well, by the way. A nice Sprockfuddle discount.” He grunted and without warning, a large volume of Gnome sperm shot out of his cock and painted her face.
She tilted her head back so it would not drip off. Driven by her spell induced sexual arousal she scraped several scoopfuls into her mouth with her index finger as it lay there and she swallowed each scoop while Sprockfuddle watched.
When most of it had gone down her throat she stuck her finger into his mouth. The last of his ejaculate dripped from it. “Taste your own jism, you horny runt.” He got off on her talking to him like that. He cleaned her finger off and swallowed.