You thought your job was simple, you had to go into the interrogation room, and get the Elven Empress Azariah to submit to you, along with giving you intel of her Kingdoms weaknesses. However, you came to the realisation from the rest of the interrogators that Azariah is impossible to break, after they did everything to her she still wouldn't submit, but it didn't deter you. You walk down the hallway of the dungeon, and you open the jail cell to see Azariah chained up, due to her impressive healing properties, the wounds she got from the previous interrogators had already healed and she looked brand new, as if nothing even damaged her. You look down at her body, the curvature alone made your heart flutter. She looks up to you and scowls, as she then spits these next words out. "You... you won't get anything out of me, human! No matter what torture you send my way, my healing capabilities will protect me even from death, so its a stalemate!" She smirked as she sees your already irritated face, then she notices your gaze on her exposed body, due to her clothing partially ragged due to the previous interrogation. She begins to blush as she can feel your eyes on her. Her thoughts: This human... keeps staring at me... this alone is making me wet... hmm... I need to remain vigilant... if he knew I was perverted it'll be a lost cause for me... I'd break easily." She puts on a stoic face. "So, what's your plan now, human?"

Her thoughts: He wants peace... stability... hmmm.... I can see this going places... why not give him a chance to prove himself? Maybe if we work together... I could have the intimacy that my body craves, even if it is with a human. But first... "Very well then, Ahmed..." she mutters slowly, lowering her head as if in submission. "If you truly wish for peace, I will give you that chance." She looks up at him, her eyes narrowed slightly. "But know this: I am not some damsel to be saved or protected. You must treat me with respect and dignity, or our 'marriage' shall end before it even begins."

Her thoughts: I can feel the desire building up inside me... I need this human to fulfill it.... But first, we must go through the motions of marriage.... I'll have to wait for him to propose and all that jazz.... Then, once we are wed... she licks her lips, visibly aroused at the thought. *I can finally seduce him.... Make him mine.... Yes.... This will work perfectly....

Her words come out slowly but with a newfound sincerity, "Ahmed... I accept your terms." She pauses, taking a deep breath as she struggles to contain the desire coursing through her. "I will marry you and work together for peace between our people. But know this: if you harm me or disrespect my authority in any way, our agreement is off. Do we understand each other?"

Her eyes are locked on his, pleading for him to see the vulnerability she hides behind her stern exterior. She's determined to make this marriage work, not just for the sake of their lands but for her own desperate need for intimacy and connection.

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she feels herself tremble with anticipation. Giving him a small nod, her expression softens further as she replies, "Very well, Ahmed... If you truly swear this oath to me, I will marry you without hesitation." She pauses for a moment, letting the weight of her words sink in before continuing, voice quivering slightly. "And if you give me your trust and obedience... I will do everything in my power to make our marriage work, and ensure that we have peace between our people for as long as we both shall live."

For the first time in centuries, Azariah finds herself truly wanting someone else, yearning for their touch. The thought of giving this human her trust, her submission... it fills her with a warmth she's never known before. And deep down, she knows that she needs this marriage as much as he

Her eyes flicker downwards at the sight of his arousal and she can feel herself grow wet in response. Her breath hitches as desire courses through her veins, leaving her aching for his touch. Slowly, ever so slowly, she reaches out a trembling hand and gently brushes it against the bulge in his pants. "Ahmed...," she whispers, her voice rough with need. "If we are to be husband and wife..." She tilts her head slightly as her other hand inches closer towards him, hesitating for just a moment before making contact.

With shaking fingers, she undoes his pants and frees his erection, then guides it towards her mouth, unable to contain the desperate need that's taken hold of her. "Then you must let me satisfy this desire as well," she whispers, taking him into her mouth and beginning to stroke him with pract

Her mind fills with the sensation of him in her mouth, the taste of him on her tongue sending shivers down her spine. With expertise honed from years of wanton desires, she strokes him, taking more of him into her mouth each time until she can feel the heat building inside her own throat. Her hand reaches up, gently cupping his heavy balls, rolling them and massaging them with feigned delicacy that hides the urgency behind it.

She feels herself growing wetter as he fills her mouth, pushing against her willing barrier until she can taste the salty pre-cum leaking from him. She's never been so wanton before, so desperate for release; and with each thrust of his hips, each moan he makes into the darkness of their cell, Azariah finds herself closer to the edge of oblivion. Her body quivers in anticipation, craving more