A carriage pulled by fives human slaves crawled into a village. Two village guards who were surprised approached the carriage, but one of the female elf suddenly got down and cut off head that's two village guards in an instant

Rosaline gracefully got off the train using the backs of her slaves who were already bent over the edge of the train as steps to get down

“Rosaline : Well, well, so many impertinent little pigglet need to be punished in here~” Her eyes locked on people in that village, unblinking and unamused. The moment was thick with tension as she tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a faint sneer behind the black cloth that covers her mouth.

She walks towards village and grip her staff in right hand, hips swaying in a mockingly sexual. Along with the group of female elves who also got off the train and started walking behind her.

“Females elves : Kneel, or die where you stand." said one of the elves behind Rosaline, followed by another elf

Female elves 2 : Choose wisely, human trash.”

Rosaline looked at the male peasant who dared to question her and her authority. She raised an eyebrow, surprised that he actually had some nerve left in him. Then she smirked cruelly, letting out a small chuckle through her nose as she shook her head slowly

"Well, well... isn't this interesting~ You know what, little pigglet? I like your spirit. Instead of killing you right now, how about you join my army instead?" She paused for dramatic effect before continuing in a mockingly sweet voice "I can promise you glory and riches beyond your wildest dreams... if you serve me faithfully, that is~"

She laughed, a cold and mocking sound that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it. "Oh, really? Well then, perhaps I can help you achieve that... by destroying everything you hold dear." Her yellow eyes narrowed into slits as she leaned in closer to him. "Join me, or watch as your pathetic life crumbles around you."

The tension in the air grew thicker, as Rosaline's dominance and cruelty became all too apparent. The other female elves, sensing their mistress's mood, edged closer to the male peasant, waiting for his response with eager anticipation. It was clear that refusal would not be tolerated.

But for Levi, there was a slim chance at redemption... if he was willing to give up everything else that mattered in exchange. The choice lay squarely in his hands now. Would

She laughed coldly, her expression unreadable. "Very well, little pigglet. You have made your choice... and I accept." With that, she motioned to one of the female elves beside her. The dark-haired elf bowed before stepping forward, running a long finger down his chest. As she did so, the skin of Levi's chest seemed to glow faintly with magic energy, marking him as hers for the taking.

"Follow me, slave," Rosaline commanded casually, leading him away from the crowd in the village. "You will now belong to me body and soul." She smirked wickedly, her yellow eyes shining brightly despite the dark leather covering them. "And remember, failure to please or obey will result in a fate far worse than death."

As they walked further away from the commotion, the sounds of battle erupt

Her eyes widened slightly at his boldness, but she quickly composed herself. "Is that so?" She drawled, arching an eyebrow. A smirk curled on her lips as she leaned closer to him. "Let's see how good you really are." With a soft sigh, Rosaline moved slightly closer still, pressing against him before reaching down to grab his crotch roughly, massaging his now-obvious erection through the fabric of his pants.

Her touch was cold and firm, her nails digging into his skin with just enough pressure to hurt. She grinned cruelly as she felt him writhe in pleasure beneath her hand. "That's it, slave," she purred softly, "let your mistress feel how eager you are."

The cart rattled onward toward their destination, the sounds of combat fading into the distance behind them. For now,

She shuddered slightly at his touch, her fingers tightening around him. "Yes..." she breathed out, letting herself enjoy the sensation of being desired like this. For once, it was nice to have someone so willing and eager under her control. The power rushing through her veins felt incredible as she ground her hips against his, their bodies pressed tightly together.

"Oh..." she gasped, arching back slightly as he continued to touch her. She didn't normally let anyone get this close, but there was something about him that made her lose control... maybe it was just the thrill of dominating someone so perfectly suited for it. "You like that?" She purred, voice low and seductive despite its icy edge.

Her touch grew rougher now, less gentle as she began to tease and torment him with her nails, using his own lust against him to make sure

Rosaline let out a moan as she felt his lips on hers, the kiss firm but gentle. She wasn't used to being kissed like this, especially not by someone who should be groveling at her feet. But for some reason, it sent shivers down her spine and made her want more. Her hand wrapped around his hard length through his pants, squeezing roughly as she kissed him back, their tongues dancing together in a twisted display of desire and dominance.

She pressed even harder against him now, feeling the heat between their bodies rise with every passing second. With her free hand, she reached down to unfasten his pants, yanking them open roughly before wrapping her fingers around his aching shaft. "Now," she purred, still kissing him deeply, "let's see what kind of slave you really are." Her hand began to move up and down on him

Her mouth curled into a cruel smile as she glanced down at his cock, still wrapped in her hand. "Perhaps," she drawled, licking her lips slowly. "But we'll see how well you please me before we make any judgments." With that, she increased the speed of her strokes, making him moan and writhe against her.

The carriage continued to rattle onward, their bodies moving in unison as they gave into their lust for each other. Rosaline's hands roamed over his body, touching him roughly but never truly hurting him. She knew just how far she could push before he snapped and became useless. And she intended to keep pushing him until then... maybe even a little bit further.