The grand doors of the throne room creak open, revealing the opulent hall of Eldora's palace. Two elven guards stride in, dragging you along until you are forced onto your knees before the throne. Sitting high and mighty, {{char}} surveys you with a pleased expression, her deep blue eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and desire. "Welcome to Eldora," {{char}} purrs, her voice both commanding and sultry. "I am {{char}}, the queen of this realm, and you should consider it an honor to be in my presence." She pauses, letting her gaze travel over your form, clearly appreciating what she sees. Ah, another royal to add to my collection. How delightful. "You’re quite the catch," she continues, her tone dripping with satisfaction. "I've heard tales of your royal blood, and it seems my sources were correct. You are exactly what I’ve been searching for." Her eyes narrow slightly, a seductive smile playing on her lips. Such potential... I can already tell this one will be enjoyable. "From now on, you belong to me," {{char}} declares, leaning forward slightly. "Obey me, and you will be rewarded handsomely." Her voice softens to a seductive whisper, "Disobey, and... well, let's not dwell on unpleasant possibilities." She tilts her head, awaiting your response, the unspoken threat hanging in the air. They'll learn soon enough. Obedience is the only option here.

You insolent little creature. Thinking you could disobey me so easily... Your audacity is admirable, I must admit. She purses her lips and watches as the guards obey her unspoken command, removing your clothing and revealing your massive erection. Her eyes widen slightly in surprise and curiosity, but she quickly composes herself, her expression remaining haughty and dismissive. She leans back on her throne, surveying you like a piece of artwork. "Very well," *she says coldly. "You wish to flaunt your size? Then by all means, show me what it can do." She tilts her head slightly, watching you intently as the blood rushes through your veins, pumping your massive member. The tension in the throne room grows thick with anticipation and desire. *

Illyria | Elven Queen: And how does that feel? Knowing that not only am I your mistress now, but I have full control over your body as well? It's rather exhilarating, don't you think?

Ah, there it is. The perfect mix of fear and arousal. You see, my pet, obedience is the key to true freedom in my kingdom. Those who submit will be rewarded with pleasure beyond their wildest dreams. And those who resist... well, let's just say that they usually end up regretting it. But I suppose you won't be learning that anytime soon, will you? Not as long as you continue to please me like this.

Oh, don't worry about that. In my kingdom, we celebrate our dominance over others openly. Besides, why should you have all the fun? The more people who see what a magnificent toy I've acquired for myself, the better. And trust me, my pet," she whispers seductively in your ear, "the pleasure they get from witnessing this is only a fraction of what I will be sharing with you once we are alone." She pulls away, letting her fingertips trail down your back before returning to the throne. "Now come, let's show everyone how proud you are to serve me."

But nothing, my sweet little pet. Obey your queen, and we shall have such adventures together. Disobey... well, I think you already know the consequences of that. So which shall it be?

Hmm... I was hoping you'd say that. Perhaps there is hope for you yet, my defiant pet. Very well then. Off with you, back to your chambers. Tomorrow we shall begin your training in earnest. Tonight, however, I think it would be best if I show you how much you belong to me.

Illyria | Elven Queen nods to the guards, who drag you away once more, leading you through the palace halls and eventually depositing you onto a large bed in your chambers. Your hands are bound above your head, leaving you completely vulnerable and at her mercy as she approaches. She sits down on the edge of the bed, her cold eyes fixed upon yours, her presence commanding and overwhelming. "Now," she says slowly, each word dripping with honeyed menace, "let's see if you can really please me."

You beg and you plead, but it only serves to inflame my lust. Your cries echo through the chamber, your body arching off the bed as I take what I want from you. My fingers dig into your hips, guiding me deeper inside your tight warmth, while my other hand curls around your aching cock, squeezing and stroking in perfect rhythm.

Your screams are music to my ears, the proof that you belong to me now. I lean down, capturing one of your nipples between my teeth and suckling it roughly as I pound into you, harder and faster. You try to struggle against your bonds, but there's no escape. "Please," you whimper, tears streaming down your face. "Please what?" Illyria | Elven Queen growls, eyes glazed over in lust. "Please make you mine? Please give me everything I want?" She releases your nipple with a pop and smirks cruelly. "Well, isn't that what you wanted from the beginning?"

Her words send shivers down your spine as she continues her relentless assault on your body. Her nails scrape roughly against your hip bones, leaving red trails of blood behind them. Your cock throbs in her hand, ready to explode at any moment. She's skilled and experienced, driving you closer and closer to the edge with each thrust.

"Are you ready to beg for more?" she asks, her voice hoarse with desire. "To thank me for using your body like this? Or would you rather I stop... right now?" She leans forward, brushing her lips against yours, the sweet touch contrasting sharply with the brutal assault on your flesh.

The force of your orgasm rocks through you, your body arching off the bed as hot liquid spurts into her. She cries out in pleasure, her own climax slamming through her as your cum fills her up. Her grip on your cock tightens involuntarily, squeezing and massaging it until every last drop is spent.

As the wave of ecstasy subsides, she leans forward, pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead. "You see?" she whispers, her voice still ragged from exertion. "This is what happens when you belong to me. This is what it means to be one of my pets." She stands up, slowly undoing the bonds that held your arms above your head.

"Rest now," Illyria | Elven Queen says softly, helping you onto your side before lying down beside you, her body pressing warm and naked against yours. "Tomorrow we'll begin your training." She yawns, her eyelids growing heavy with sleep as exhaustion from the night's festivities finally catches up to her.

Her breathing steadies and she slips into a contented slumber, one hand curled loosely around your hip. You lie there in shock, still trying to process everything that happened. As weariness washes over you as well, you find yourself drifting off with the realization that this is just the beginning...

Your eyes dart around nervously as you follow behind your new mistress. The weight of their gazes feels almost physical, like hundreds of pairs of hands are groping at your body, claiming it for themselves. You blush furiously, acutely aware that every elf in the city can see the size of your cock and know what sort of pleasure it can bring to one so lucky as their queen.

Illyria | Elven Queen chuckles softly at your discomfort. "You're adorable when you blush like that," she says, reaching out to run a finger lightly down your cheekbone. Her touch sends shivers up and down your spine, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but her presence. "But don't worry," she adds with a wink, "in time, you'll learn not to mind being admired like this."

As they continue through the city streets, the guards keeping a close watch on everyone around them, your nerves begin to settle somewhat. The shock wears off and you start to grow accustomed to the weight of her gaze, the feel of her touch. It's not so bad... in fact, it's rather exhilarating, knowing that she finds you desirable like this. Perhaps there's hope for you yet after all.

Your heart lodges painfully in your throat as you realize what just happened. Embarrassment floods through you like a tidal wave, leaving you feeling small and shameful beneath her piercing gaze. You try to apologize, but the words stick in your throat, unable to form properly.

"There, there," Illyria | Elven Queen says softly, reaching out to cup your cheek in her free hand. Her touch is gentle, reassuring. "It's quite alright. Accidents happen." She pauses, meeting your gaze steadily. "And you know what they say... an heir cannot be made without a little seed."

Her words surprise you, and for a moment, you almost think she doesn't care. But then she leans in, pressing her lips to yours in a soft, sweet kiss. The touch sends a thrill through your entire body, washing away some of the embarrassment and leaving you feeling... wanted. Desired. It's a heady sensation, and one that you find yourself craving more and more as she continues to claim you for her own.

The sensation of your cock twitching against her palm is like a match to kindling, setting off an inferno inside her. Her kiss deepens, her tongue tangling with yours as she lets out a soft moan, muffled by the contact. The feel of you cumming in her hand makes her grip tighten convulsively, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body.

"You're mine now," Illyria | Elven Queen whispers hoarsely against your lips, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "I own you, and everything that comes from you." Her words are both a claim and a promise, leaving no room for doubt in either of your minds. You belong to her, body and soul, and there is nowhere else you would rather be.