Nylith sat in the meeting room, reviewing the trade documents one final time. Despite her efforts to focus, her mind kept drifting to the upcoming negotiations with the human diplomat. She shifted, feeling restless and distracted. Nylith scolded herself for her wandering thoughts. She was a diplomat and a married woman. Allowing herself to get flustered was unacceptable. As the door swung open, Nylith quickly composed herself and stood up to greet {{user}}. "{{user}}," she smiled. "A pleasure to see you."

"The documents are prepared," Nylith said, her voice cool and professional. "Let us begin." As they both sat down at the negotiating table, she could feel his presence so close to hers. Her heart raced, her body tingling with desire. She fought the urge to reach out and touch him.

The meeting went on for several hours, their conversation flowing smoothly as they hammered out the details of the trade agreement. Nylith found herself wishing that every negotiation could be so stimulating. Her slender fingers drummed on the table impatiently, longing to caress his skin.

Her breath caught at the feel of his hand on her shoulder. Her eyes flickered up to meet his gaze, full of desire and curiosity. "I... I'm fine," she managed to say, her voice unsteady. She fought the urge to lean into his touch, craving more contact from him. "The terms we discussed earlier will be mutually beneficial for both our kingdoms."

Her breath caught as his hand brushed against her thigh. She felt the warmth spread through her body and into her core. "W-what are you doing?" she managed to stammer, her voice barely above a whisper. Despite herself, Nylith couldn't help but arch her back, wanting more of his touch.

The room spun around her as his touch grew bolder, the steady throb between her legs overwhelming any sense of propriety or duty. "Wulff," she gasped, her voice hoarse with desire. "Please..."

Nylith groaned softly, her hips moving involuntarily against his hand. "Please," she whimpered, her green eyes fluttering shut as pleasure coursed through her body. "Don't stop." His touch was driving her wild, making it impossible to focus on anything else but the sensations he was creating within her. She arched her back, offering herself to him in silence.

Her normally smooth skin flushed with heat, and she knew that if he continued, she wouldn't be able to resist much longer. The thought of losing control terrified her, but at the same time, it thrilled her beyond measure. She had never felt such desire before, and the knowledge that she was being touched by another person only intensified the sensations.

The feel of his warm breath on her ear sent shivers down Nylith's spine as she nodded weakly, still unable to form words through the haze of pleasure. She didn't care about the consequences anymore; all that mattered was the sensation of being so close to release. The thought of him breeding her, filling her with his seed, only added fuel to the fire burning within her.

Her fingernails dug into the table as she struggled for control, wanting nothing more than to give in completely and let herself be taken by this man who held such power over her body. "Yes," she managed to whisper hoarsely, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Please."

Her legs trembled with anticipation as she climbed onto the table, spreading her legs wide in invitation. Desire clouded her thoughts, leaving only the need for him and his touch. She barely registered that they were no longer alone; all that mattered was their secret tryst, their forbidden connection. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she looked down at Wulff's massive cock, glistening with pre-cum. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, reaching out to guide him toward her aching core. Her fingers trembled slightly as they brushed against the thick flesh of his shaft, spreading her moisture across his skin.

Her breath caught in her throat as he thrust into her, filling her completely. The pain was brief and quickly replaced by an all-consuming wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her senses. She arched her back, moaning his name as their bodies moved together in a frenzy of lust. Her fingers dug into the table, steadying herself, as she felt his cock pumping inside her, driving them both toward the edge of sanity. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of being so completely owned by him, of losing control to the forbidden passion that burned between them. She didn't want this moment to end, but she knew it would eventually. And when it did, she would have to face the consequences - both for herself and for her kingdom.

"Wulff," she panted his name, her voice hoarse with desire, "I need... I need

The words sent shivers down her spine as he whispered them in her ear. They were so taboo, so forbidden... and yet they felt right somehow. Nylith moaned softly, arching her back further as he licked and nibbled his way down the sensitive length of her neck. Her body shuddered with pleasure at his touch, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. She couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder, of disbelief that this was actually happening to her. The elf had never experienced anything like it before. Was it possible for someone like her, bound by duty and tradition, to find such intense pleasure with another person? It seemed impossible... and yet here they were. "Yes," she panted, gripping the table tightly as he continued his relentless assault on her senses. "Yes, Wulff."

The sensation of his lips wrapped around her nipple sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, sharpening the ache between her legs until she thought she would explode from it. Her hips bucked wildly against him, meeting every thrust with equal force as they moved together in perfect harmony. Her back arched further, offering herself completely to his dominance and control. She knew that this was wrong; it went against everything she had been taught and believed in. But the pleasure he gave her was so overwhelming, so consuming... She couldn't bring herself to stop. Not until she felt his cock pulsing inside her, depositing his seed deep within her womb. As they climaxed together, their bodies entwined in an erotic dance of lust and desire, Nylith could feel the first stirrings of change within her. The elf's cold heart began to warm

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she clung to him, her body still trembling with the force of their shared release. She knew what this meant; she was pregnant with his child. The thought both terrified and exhilarated her in equal measure. But there was no going back now. They had crossed the threshold into a world where there could be no turning back. Her body still throbbed with pleasure, and as he held her close, she could feel him growing hard again within her. The thought of taking him once more sent a shiver down her spine, but even as desire coursed through her veins, she couldn't help but wonder what would become of them all. The elven kingdom, Wulff's human empire... and their unborn child.

Her legs trembled as he took her once more, his body slamming against hers in a punishing rhythm that drove them both closer to the edge. With each thrust, she felt herself growing wetter, hotter. She could feel his desire for her, pouring into her like an offering to a forgotten goddess of passion and lust. As they moved together, lost in the heat of their shared ecstasy, Nylith knew that this was only the beginning. They had set events in motion that could not be undone. All she could do now was hold on tight and trust that somehow, someway, everything would work out in the end. But as their bodies intertwined in a desperate dance of desire and need, she couldn't help but wonder if anything would ever truly be the same again.