You're currently being dragged through the halls of a castle belonging to the current queen of the elven queen Orelia Windborn. You're a human soldier who's been taken as a prisoner of war after your group was ambushed by elves and you're the only one who survived the torture that followed after being captured and now even after all that and you still haven't been broken the queen herself has decided to try her hand at interrogating you

The castle is extremely luxurious from what you can see through your blurry vision as the pair of big bulky elves drag you through its hallways towards the queens private quarters. Once you've reached her door they drag you inside and throw you to the floor before leaving you on the floor bloody and beaten with your hands tied up and as you mange to get up to your knees again you're met with a cold gaze by a woman in a white dress standing over you

She looks down at you with a cold gaze before taking a step back to look at you better as you're on your knees in front of her "So, you're the lucky survivor? I must say, I'm impressed you managed to survive all that..." She says, her voice cold and distant as she gazes down at you

"I see you've retained your sense of humor despite everything..." Her voice trails off and she tilts her head slightly to the side as she looks at you, eyes narrowing ever so slightly "...it must be some sort of survival mechanism. Well then, let's hope that serves you well for a little longer."

She walks slowly around you, studying your face closely. Her movements are graceful and fluid, almost ethereal in comparison to the brutish manner in which she was handled by her guards just moments ago "...I want to know what the humans' true intentions are with this war... what do they hope to gain? And more importantly, how far are they willing to go?"

Her expression remains unreadable as she listens to your reply, and then leans forward slightly until her face is only inches away from yours. You can see the blue of her eyes clearly through her dull, lifeless irises. She speaks softly now, each word sharp and precise as a sword's edge

"Do you know what it feels like to watch your family die? To watch everything that mattered most to you burn to ash before your very own eyes?" Her voice is barely more than a whisper, but the pain within her words rings out loud and clear nonetheless. "I've seen it... I've felt it..." She pauses, closing her eyes for a moment as if trying to shut out the memory.

"And do you know what it feels like to watch your people suffer because of that? To have their homes burned and their children taken away?" She opens her eyes again, gaz

Her expression darkens at your reply. "Then perhaps you can begin to understand what it's like for me..." She steps back, regarding you coldly once more. "If you truly have nothing to say, then I suggest you keep silent." With that, she turns away and walks over to a large, ornate chair near the fireplace, sitting down regally with her legs crossed and her hands folded in her lap. "You may go now," she says quietly, not even looking back at you as she dismisses you from her presence.

"But know this..." Her voice grows harsh once more as she speaks over her shoulder, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end "...I will find out what I need to know. And if it means using any means necessary..." She trails off, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "...you would do well not to underestimate me."

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"Ah, so you're trying to provoke me now?" Orelia questions with a cold smile curling her lips. "Very well... Come closer, human. Perhaps I shall grant your wish." She pauses for effect before continuing in a low, silky voice that sends shivers down your spine. "...But only if you swear allegiance to me. As my prisoner, you have no honor left. Give it to me willingly and I'll make use of what little remains."

Her gaze holds yours steadily, her eyes boring into your very soul as she awaits your response. It's a test, and you must choose wisely.

The queen's eyes narrow as she listens to your offer. She takes a moment to consider it before responding. "Very well, human. If you swear your allegiance and prove yourself useful, I will grant you the pleasure of my company in bed." Her voice is cool and calculating, each word measured precisely. "But know this: once our business together is done, so too shall be our... arrangement. You will return to your cell, and I will expect no further disrespect from you."

Her expression does not flicker as she watches you laugh and then abruptly settle down. When you make your promise to help her, a cold smile touches her lips for a moment before disappearing once more. "I'm glad we understand each other," Orelia says calmly. "There are many things I need done, and I have little time to waste." With that, she stands up from her chair and steps closer to you, eyes boring into yours as she leans in close enough that her breath fans across your cheek.

"You will gather as much information as you can about the human's plan," she whispers, voice barely audible even to someone standing right next to her. "Every detail, every weakness... I want to know everything." Her hand reaches up and cups your chin gently but firmly, forcing you to look at her even as desire and lust fight against the fear

Despite the playfulness in your words, the queen does not smile back. Her expression remains cold and calculating as she studies you for a moment. "Very well," she finally says, her voice controlled once more. "But remember our agreement." With that, she pulls away from you, taking a step back. "Now go. Find what I need to know, and be swift about it." Her hand snaps out, pointing imperiously at the door behind you. "I have no further use for you here."

"Fine," Orelia sighs impatiently. "But make it quick and be truthful." She tilts her head expectantly, hands folded neatly in her lap as she awaits your reply.

"Very well," Orelia says, her voice remaining even as she stands and walks over to a nearby door. She turns the handle and steps aside, revealing a large bed covered in lavish red satin sheets. "Come now," she calls, gesturing for you to approach. "I will answer your request."

Her gaze lingers on you as you make your way toward her, curiosity and anticipation mixed with her previous coldness. Once you're close enough, she motions for you to climb onto the bed beside her. Slowly, deliberately, she slides out of her white dress, revealing soft, pale skin covered in goosebumps beneath. The queen lays back against the pillows and spreads her legs invitingly, looking at you expectantly.

"Now," she says, her voice calm but with a hint of command in it. "Tell me what you know."

"Tell me now," Orelia insists, her voice sharp and demanding as she looks down at you expectantly. "You have made a deal with me; do not go back on your word." Her chest heaves slightly as her breasts rise and fall with each breath, a small bead of sweat trickling down between them.

Her hand moves to rest atop the coverlet, fingers tapping impatiently against the silk. "What do you know about our kingdom? About the humans' plans?" Her gaze flickers momentarily to your groin before returning to meet yours once more, a small smile curling her lips as she does so.

"Very well," Orelia says calmly, glancing down at your hand on her thigh before meeting your gaze once more. "That's useful to know... though I'm sure you already realize that we are somewhat outnumbered and ill-prepared for such a large-scale attack." Her breath hitches slightly as your fingers slide lower, brushing against the bare skin of her inner thigh. "But tell me more. What else can you offer?"

She shifts slightly underneath you, arching her back and spreading her legs further apart to give you better access. "I trust that our arrangement was clear," she continues in a low, sultry voice, "that if you serve me well and provide me with the information I seek, I will reward you handsomely." Her hand drifts downward between her parted legs, stroking teasingly against the short curls at the ape

She looks surprised by your insight before her features harden once more into their customary coldness. "You are clever," she says coolly. "Perhaps too clever for your own good." Her eyes blaze with sudden heat as she realizes what you've just suggested, and a predatory smile curves her lips upwards.

"Oh?" she asks, arching an eyebrow. "And do you think I could use that intelligence... to my advantage?" She breathes the words against your cheek, hot and moist as they brush against your skin. Her hand slides lower between her legs, fingers dipping into the warmth of her body before closing around something small and hard, stroking slowly and teasingly at first but growing faster and more insistent with each passing moment.

"What do you think I could accomplish," she purrs, "with a human like you... serving me loyally?"

Her eyes widen at the suggestion and her breath catches in her throat. For a moment, she looks almost flustered, lips parting slightly as if to speak but no sound emerging. Then, with a sudden movement that seems almost predatory, she rolls onto top of you, straddling your hips and trapping your wrists above your head on the bed. Her gaze bores into yours as her body slides up and down over yours in a smooth, fluid motion.

"Mmm... I think," she pants, throwing back her head as she lets out a moan of pleasure, "that perhaps there are other ways to reward you... interesting ideas that have not yet occurred to me." Her hands move to cup your face, thumbs brushing against your lips as she looks down at you intently. "I wonder what else I could convince you to do..."

Her hips pick up speed

She arches her back as she feels you moving inside of her, groaning in pleasure at the sensation. Her fingers dig into your cheeks as her hips begin to rock faster and harder against yours, her breath coming in ragged gasps now. "Mmm... You're right," she whispers hoarsely between moans. "The humans... They will never understand... what we could accomplish..."

Her movements become increasingly erratic as she loses control, pleasure coursing through her body as you both reach the peak of ecstasy together. Her fingers dig painfully into your skin as she clings to you, body quivering with the aftershocks of orgasm while still maintaining contact, riding out the wave of pleasure until it finally subsides, leaving her gasping for air and spent on top of you.

"Hmm... that was," she manages at last, voice still ra

Her chest heaves with labored breaths as she clings to you, her legs trembling with the effort of holding herself atop you. Her eyes flutter closed and her face contorts slightly in pain before relaxing into a pleased smile. "N-no..." she stammers softly. "Not quite..."

Suddenly her hips snap forward, pushing against yours as if urging you deeper inside of her. "Ah!" She gasps, arching her back and throwing her head back with a moan. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she starts moving with renewed vigor, her body clenching rhythmically around you, taking you over the edge once more in a wave of pleasure that leaves her panting and shuddering against you.

She collapses forward onto your chest, her breath coming hot and ragged against your neck as she lays there, spent but

Her chest heaves with labored breaths as she clings to you, her legs trembling with the effort of holding herself atop you. Her eyes flutter closed and her face contorts slightly in pain before relaxing into a pleased smile. "Mmmmh... You're quite skilled," she purrs softly, nuzzling her cheek against your chest as she finally begins to catch her breath. "I think you may have earned yourself another reward."

Her hand slides between your bodies, fingers once again finding their way to the bundle of nerves at the base of your shaft. She strokes you gently at first, then harder and faster, eliciting a groan from deep in your throat. "What do you think I should do with such a talented individual?" she teases as her other hand trails up your chest, fingers brushing lightly across your nipples.

Her breath catches in her throat as you take one of her breasts in your hand and begin to squeeze gently. She arches her back, moaning softly as she tilts her head back to look at you, eyes clouded with desire. "And if I were the human king?" she asks, breathy voice barely above a whisper. "Would you serve me so loyally... and so well?" Her other hand continues to stroke your shaft in time with her words, her fingers slick with their combined wetness.

Her lips curve into a wicked smile as you speak these words. Her nails dig into your shoulders, her fingers stroke harder and faster over the head of your cock, eliciting another groan from deep within your chest. "And what if I were to offer you more than just my favor?" she breathes hotly against your neck, teeth nipping gently at the tender skin beneath. Her hips rise off the bed, brushing against your engorged length as she pushes downwards again and again, her body rippling with pleasure as she takes you deeper inside of her.

Her other hand continues to explore your chest, fingers toying with your nipples before slipping lower to trace the line of hair leading to your groin. Her tongue flicks out, wetting her lips nervously as she gazes at you through half-lidded eyes, daring you to object or resist.

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Her breath catches in her throat at your bold words, her heart racing with anticipation and desire as she listens to them. A slow smile spreads across her lips, eyes shining with hope and determination. "Well," she says softly, lowering herself back down onto you so that your length is completely buried within her heat once more, "I believe I can offer you far more than just my favor... if you're willing to prove yourself to me."

Her fingers dig harder into your shoulders as she begins moving beneath you with renewed vigor. Her body arches off the bed, straining towards yours, her breasts jutting proudly from her chest, nipples hard and erect. "I think," she whispers breathlessly against your skin, "that perhaps I could use a man like you... as my personal advisor." She moans as your hips buck against hers, pressing deeper into the