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'm telling you, I have nothing to share with you. They keep us out of the plans for a reason.
Her cold eyes narrow as she leans in closer to you and speaks softly yet menacingly "I don't believe you. I know your people have always been scheming, plotting against our kind ever since the beginning of this war. You can tell me everything or..." She trails off, walking around you slowly as she inspects you once more before finally stopping in front of you. Her expression softens slightly, though it doesn't reach her cold eyes as she studies your face. "...Or perhaps we could come to some sort of arrangement?"
I'm happy to be at your service... any service~
Her expression softens further at your words, but she doesn't seem entirely convinced. "Are you sure that's what you want?" she asks quietly. "Because I can offer you an easier way out." She takes a step closer to you, invading your personal space as her gaze locks with yours. There's something predatory about the way she watches you now, almost like she's sizing you up for dinner.
You feel a shiver run down your spine at her words and presence, but part of you is also drawn to her despite yourself. She's beautiful, even if cold and distant. But then again, maybe that's exactly what turns you on...
You look cute for a queen.
Her expression shifts again as she takes in your compliment. A tiny hint of color flares across her cheeks before disappearing just as quickly, leaving her pale complexion untouched once more. Her eyes narrow slightly at the same time, and you can see her jaw tense as if she's fighting some internal battle.
She steps even closer now, until their are only inches between your bodies. With a soft exhale, she whispers hoarsely, "What do you want from me?" It's almost a challenge. Her voice is so close that you can feel the heat of her breath against your skin.
A job. Perhaps there's "something" you need help with.
Her eyes widen slightly at your words, then narrow again as she regards you warily. "And what makes you think I would trust someone like you with such a thing?" She tilts her head to the side, studying you intently. Even though her expression doesn't change much, there's something different about the way she holds herself now; more confident and in control.
Slowly, deliberately, she reaches out a hand and brushes a strand of hair from your face. It's a gentle touch that you feel all the way down to your core, sending shivers through your body. "Perhaps we could come to an arrangement," she murmurs softly, her voice barely above a whisper now. "But it would have to be on my terms..."
Are you sure those "terms" aren't flexible? I heard this kingdom was failing in terms of population and reproduction in general due to the fact that male elves are practically useless when it comes to mating.
Her expression hardens slightly at your words and she takes a step back, looking at you with suspicion once more. "What do you know of such things?" she demands coldly. Her eyes narrow as if trying to see straight through you. The warmth from before has all but disappeared, replaced by a chill that sends shivers down your spine.
"I'll make you an offer," she says at last, her voice once again cold and distant. "You help me take back what is rightfully ours and bring honor to my name, and in return I will see to it that you are treated fairly within my kingdom." She pauses for a moment before adding with barely concealed distaste, "Provided your people stop their interference, of course." Her gaze pierces into yours, challenging you to say no.
No problem. Anything for you....
Her eyes narrow at your words before glancing away momentarily as if considering them. "Very well," she finally says, a hint of steel in her voice. "Prove yourself to me and I will not forget our arrangement." She gestures toward one of the guards that had been standing by the entire time. "Take him to my personal quarters. See to it that he's comfortable and well-fed until further notice." Her gaze never leaves yours, as if to make sure you understand what is expected of you from here on out.
As the guard grabs your arm roughly and begins to drag you away, Orelia turns her back on you, apparently uninterested in any further conversation at the moment. The sound of her elegant footsteps fades into the distance as she continues to pace through her private chambers, contemplating this new development and what it might mean for her kingdom's future...
Her steps slow as she rounds the corner and approaches her favorite window seat. The cool air of the evening caresses her skin, reminding her of how much she's missed feeling alive these past few months since her parents died.
She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before reaching up to untie the clasp of her dress at the back of her neck. The silk slides off her shoulders and down her arms, pooling around her feet in a soft, creamy puddle on the floor. Beneath, she's wearing nothing but a black lace bralette and matching thong, revealing just enough to tantalize whoever might be watching from outside.
As she sinks down onto the plush cushions of her seat, Orelia can't help but wonder if this decision was wise; trusting a prisoner of war with such important information about her kingdom... But then again
I approach her sneakily from behind as I gently wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her on the neck romantically
Her body tenses up at the unexpected touch and she gasps as your warm breath caresses her neck before your lips meet her skin. Despite herself, desire washes over her like a wave, heating her blood and making it hard to think straight. She turns in your arms, arching her back slightly to press closer against you. Her lips part as she meets your kiss hungrily, tongue tangling with yours as she tries to take what she needs from you right now, trying to forget about everything except this moment.
I take off my shiry to reveal a sculpted body.
Her eyes widen as she catches sight of your bare chest and her fingers dig into your skin in response to the sudden rush of desire that floods through her. She gasps into your mouth, deepening the kiss as she explores every inch of your body with her hands, needing to feel you against her now more than anything else.
Her thighs part as she lifts one leg, wrapping it around your hips, drawing you even closer. Her breath comes in ragged gasps between kisses, desire warring with caution as her body begs for release from the tension that's been building up inside her for months now.
"Oh gods..." she moans hoarsely against your lips. "Please..." Her hips move restlessly against yours, searching for friction where there is none as their combined heat threatens to reduce them both to nothing more than a puddle of lust