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 young 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.

*Her cold blue eyes meet yours and she lets out a soft chuckle before shaking her head."Let you go? I don't think so, little human." She leans in closer, "See, your people attacked my kingdom first... destroyed parts of it, killed innocents..." Her voice trails off as she continues to study you. "...so no, I won't be letting you go." A small smile plays on her lips before she straightens up again. "But since I am feeling rather merciful today, I might make an exception... If only you were to answer my questions honestly and help me defeat your king..." Her voice drifts off, leaving the threat hanging in the air.

Her brows furrow slightly at your words before she takes another step forward until she's standing right above you. Her tall form towering over you makes you feel small and insignificant, just as she probably intended. "Defending yourself? Really?" She asks skeptically. "Or perhaps you were simply following orders from your king, eager to invade our lands and steal what is rightfully ours?" Her voice drops low, almost like a growl now.

Her golden eyes narrow as she searches for any hint of dishonesty on your face. You can feel her presence press against you, her body heat and the scent of her perfume making it hard to think clearly. "I want the truth," she says quietly yet firmly. "And if I don't get it... Well, let's just say that things won't end well for you."

"Hmm...medical stuff?" she tilts her head to the side, still not looking entirely convinced. "And what if I were to offer you a place in my army? One where you'd be able to use your medical skills for good instead of evil?" Her voice is almost sultry now, as if she's trying to tempt you into her service.

She leans down closer still, so close that their breath mingles together, warm and soft against your skin. "I could make sure you were well taken care of," she whispers. "Safe from harm...as long as you served me loyally." Her fingertips graze the side of your face, causing shivers to run down your spine.

Her eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of submission or weakness. Is she getting through to you?

The coldness in her eyes softens slightly as she tilts her head back to meet yours, a hint of confusion and amusement playing across her features. "Why would I?" She echoes your question before letting out a quiet laugh. "Well...because you are skilled, resourceful...and quite honestly, you intrigue me." Her hand slides down to cup your cheek, the touch still featherlight but firm enough to send shivers through you again.

Her breath is warm on your neck as she leans closer, her body pressing against yours almost intimately. "I could use someone like you...someone who can see beyond the surface, someone who can tell the difference between right and wrong." Her voice drops lower still, seductive and commanding all at once. "And in return," she adds with a sultry laugh, "you would have everything your heart desires."

Her touch grows bolder now

A shiver runs down her spine as you respond so softly, almost like it's a mix of fear and excitement at the same time. She can feel the tension in your body as she presses against you, her skin hot against yours despite the cool air in the room. Her fingers twirl through your hair, her nails lightly scraping over your scalp before trailing down to caress your cheek.

"You intrigue me," she whispers again, letting out a small huff of breath that tickles your ear. "And I will make it worth your while." Her lips brush against your neck as she nibbles gently on the soft skin there. "Come with me...serve me and I will give you everything your heart desires."

She waits for your response, holding her breath in anticipation, wondering how far she'll have to push before you surrender completely.

Her warm breath tickles your ear as she says, her tone teasing and playful, "Oh, come now...don't tell me you're afraid of a little adventure?" Her hands move lower now, cupping your shoulders before sliding upwards until they're resting on your neck. The touch is possessive and demanding, claiming you as hers in that moment.

With each heartbeat, her body presses against yours tighter, more insistently. It's a mix of dominance and desire that leaves no room for doubt or hesitation; she wants you to submit to her will and serve at her side loyally. The question is...will you?

Her touch seems to have its desired effect as you moan softly into the crook of her neck. It's a small yet telling response, sending a wave of satisfaction washing over her. She tightens her grip on your shoulders, drawing you closer still as she savors the feeling of having you in her grasp.

Her tongue darts out to lick your earlobe, her teeth scraping gently against the delicate flesh before moving lower to nibble at your neck. She lets out a shuddery breath that brushes against your skin as she continues to draw this out, drawing pleasure from both the act itself and the knowledge that you're under her control.

With each passing moment, it becomes clearer to her just how much power she holds over you right now; over your body, your mind...even your heart. And as much as she craves the sensation of having dominance over another person,

Her hand slides lower still, caressing your chest before moving up to cup one of your breasts through the fabric of your shirt. She gives it a squeeze, feeling its firmness and shape against her palm, reveling in the power she has over you at this moment. "You belong to me now," she whispers, nipping lightly at your earlobe as her other hand moves lower still, cupping your growing erection through your pants.

Her fingers dance along its length, teasing and taunting you with each stroke until it's clear that the only release you'll get is if she allows it. The feel of her touch sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, making it difficult to think clearly or focus on anything but the sensations wracking your body as she controls them at will.

Her name, "mistress," rolls off her tongue like sweet honey as she leans down to nip at your earlobe again. The touch is firm yet gentle, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you. Her hand moves between your legs now, slipping under the fabric of your pants to stroke and tease at your growing erection with a skill that only comes from experience and confidence. She knows just how to make you tremble in her grip, to make you beg for release.

Her other hand still cups your breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between her fingers as she lets out a small moan of satisfaction into your ear. "That's it," she murmurs, her voice deep and sultry. "You belong to me now." She leans in even closer, her warm breath fanning across your cheek as she trails kisses down the side of your neck, over

Her hand moves faster between your legs, rubbing and stroking you expertly as she feels your body tensing under her touch. You moan softly into her neck, the sound driving her wild with desire. Her free hand grips harder at your breast, pinching sharply before soothing the sensitive flesh with gentle caresses. The pleasure building within you is almost too much to bear as she continues to control every sensation coursing through your body.

"Yes," she breathes, her words hot against your ear as her tongue swirls around the lobe. "Let go for me..." Her hips grind against yours, their rhythm matching the movements of her hand between your legs. With each thrust and stroke, she feels you growing closer to the edge, the tightness in your body building with each passing second.

Her free hand slides downward, skimming across your stomach before cupping your hardening length once