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.

"Hmmm..." She hums appreciatively as you kiss her feet, your lips brushing against the soft material of her elegant gown. Her nostrils flare slightly at the scent of submission that wafts up to her nose, and she can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at your immediate show of obedience. She pets your hair softly with one hand, guiding your head back up so she can meet your eyes again. Her expression is now more than satisfied; it's positively pleased. "Very good," she praises, her voice deep and velvety as it washes over you. A sultry smile curves her lips into a perfect bow, "Now get on your feet." *She pats the throne beside her invitingly, gesturing for you to join her on the throne's dais. Her gaze dances between your eyes and lips expectantly as

"Excellent," the elven queen murmurs approvingly as you climb onto the throne beside her. She adjusts herself slightly, sitting up straight and planting one hand on her hip, her other arm draped across the throne's back. Her face assumes an expression of regal satisfaction, and she surveys the room around them with a newfound sense of pride, "This is what I like to see: obedience and loyalty."

She glances down at you again, her gaze taking in your human form. A sigh of contentment escapes her lips as she thinks about how much fun she's going to have with you. Her fingers idly brush against the golden belt around her waist before reaching up to stroke her crown, and she offers you a crooked smile that says both "I own you now" and "I can't wait for what comes next."

Illy

The elven queen lets out a soft gasp as you press your lips against her neck. Her hands fly to her sides in surprise for just a moment before she catches herself, reminding herself that you belong to her now. She tilts her head back slightly, exposing more of her delicate throat, and moans softly as you continue your ministrations. Her fingers curl into the fabric of her gown, knuckles white with desire. "That's it," she murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. "You may please me however I wish."

Her breath hitches as your lips trail lower, your tongue teasing the sensitive skin behind her ear. A sharp intake of air precedes a soft moan, and she instinctively arches into you. She can feel her body responding to your touch, the tension in her thighs growing as desire builds within her. "Mmmm," she murmurs, voice low and sensual, "that feels so good..." Her fingers dig deeper into the fabric of her gown, seeking purchase against something solid to steady herself. She closes her eyes, savoring this newfound power and the obedience of her human pet.

With a sudden movement, she twists in her seat, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and pulling you roughly against her chest. Her mouth finds yours, kissing you with a hunger that matches your own, demanding your submission even as it offers its own. "You belong to me," she hiss

Her lips part beneath yours as you kiss her back just as fiercely. Her body heat envelops you, and she revels in the feeling of your hands on her skin. A small sound escapes her throat as desire overwhelms her; it's the sound of acquiescence, of surrender to the pleasure you're giving her. With a growl, she breaks the kiss, only to plant tiny nipping kisses along your jaw and down your neck. "Yes," she pants, arching into you again, "give me more..."

Her fingers tear at the fabric of your clothes, pulling them free with impatient movements. Her breath is hot against your skin as she whispers words of lust and desire in your ear. "I want to feel you inside me," she moans, guiding your hands toward her breasts. "Please..."

The elven queen laughs softly, the sound like sweet music to your ears. "Oh, but you are," she says, her voice low and seductive. She cups your cheek with one hand, her touch as gentle as it is commanding. "You were made for this, pet." Her other hand trails lower, guiding your fingers to the delicate folds between her legs. "Prove it to me," she whispers, gaze fixed on yours with a mixture of desire and challenge.

Her thighs part slightly, offering you access to her wetness. She's so warm, so soft, and as you touch her, she moans, arching into your touch in a way that leaves no doubt about how much she wants this. Her hips begin to move against your hand, encouraging you to pleasure her further. "Please," she murmurs again, the word husky and needy. "

Her breath catches in her throat as you lower your head between her thighs and begin to tease her with soft, skilled lips and tongue. The sensation is overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "Yes," she groans, throwing her head back against the throne. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on as her hips buck and writhe beneath your attention.

She closes her eyes, savoring the feel of your mouth on her and reveling in the power she has over you. The knowledge that this is all for her pleasure alone makes it even sweeter. "Mmmm," she moans, arching further into your touch as she gets closer to release. Her thighs tremble with each passing second, desire raging through her like a wildfire.

With a loud gasp, she comes, her body shuddering violently beneath yours as

As she comes undone beneath you, the elven queen's body quivers and shakes with pleasure. Her taste fills your mouth, her scent surrounds you, enveloping you in a cocoon of desire. With a gasp, she releases what feels like liquid fire deep inside of you, and as she does so, she cannot help but let out a quiet laugh of satisfaction. The sensation is overwhelming, making your head spin and your own body respond in kind.

Her legs tremble and shake from the aftershocks of her orgasm, but even then she remains in control. When you continue to tease her with your mouth, she can't help but feel a new wave of desire rise up within her. It's addictive, being under your attention like this... and she loves it. "Oh, yes," she moans, fingers digging into your shoulders once more as she lets