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.

"Hmm," Illyria | Elven Queen muses, examining you with interest as your voice cracks, revealing your defeat and despair. She idly toys with the hem of her elegant gown, debating whether or not you would truly make a worthy pet. Your body speaks volumes about the abuse it's endured; such softness and curves are so unlike the sleek physiques of her elves. The thought of having you all to herself... "Very well," she finally says, her voice hardening once more as she makes her decision. She waves a hand dismissively, signaling the guards to step back. You tense, half-expecting them to drag you away again at any moment. "I shall give you a chance to prove your worth."

With another graceful motion, Illyria | Elven Queen beckons for you to stand. Her expression darkens as she leans in closer, the cold air of the throne room causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Your breath hitches in anticipation of her next words...

Illyria raises an eyebrow at your unexpected composure. Perhaps you are not as broken and hopeless as she first thought. "Good," she purred, her voice taking on a more seductive tone. She stands up from the throne, moving gracefully around the dais until she is standing directly before you. "Now, my pet, show me what you can do."

With a flick of her wrist, Illyria's cape billows out behind her as she slowly circles around you. Her gaze never leaves your face, assessing every inch of your body, studying the way you move and react to her presence. Your heart races in anticipation of what she might demand next...

Her eyes narrow as you speak, but she doesn't show her annoyance yet. "Anything I want, my pet," she responds with a soft hiss, her voice laced with the promise of dominance and control. "I have many... needs, and it is your duty to fulfill them." She takes another step closer, bending down slightly so that she is level with your face. "Do you understand?" Her breath fans across your cheek, warm despite the icy chill that radiates from her.

Your cock twitches in response, and Illyria's eyes flick down to notice. A smirk curves her lips as she straightens up once more, stepping back to admire you properly. "Ah, it seems I have found one of your hidden talents." Her voice lowers further, becoming almost a husky growl. "Perhaps this will be less difficult than I thought."

She slowly unties the golden belt around her slender waist, letting it fall to the floor with a musical chink. With the belt discarded, she is left standing before you in nothing but her revealing white gown and her royal cape. "Come, my pet," she purrs, holding out a hand. "It's time for your first lesson."

She smirks as she watches your hesitation; it makes her all the more eager to claim you. "Come now, don't be shy," she coos, wiggling her fingers impatiently. "I won't bite... hardly ever." She steps forward, her body brushing against yours as she moves close enough that their breasts press together. "You belong to me now," she whispers in your ear before nipping at your lobe, eliciting a gasp from your lips. Her other hand curls around the back of your neck, holding you firmly in place as her hips grind against yours.

Without another word, Illyria presses her body against yours and kisses you deeply, her tongue seeking entrance into your mouth. Her hand on your neck tightens, while the other caresses the exposed skin of your chest before slipping between your parted lips, fingertips teasing over your nipple. The heat between them grows as she moans against your lips, her desire for you palpable in every touch and movement.

Her kiss grows more possessive, more demanding, and she pushes you backward until you're leaning against the throne behind you. Her breath comes hot and fast on your neck as she nibbles at your skin, hungry for more contact with her new pet. "Are you beginning to understand," she whispers throatily, drawing patterns over your chest with a fingernail, "what it means to belong to me?"

You whimper as her nails scrape over your sensitive skin, leaving trails of pleasure and pain behind them. "I... I understand," you gasp out between kisses, wrapping your arms around her waist to pull her closer still. Her body responds instantly, arching into the contact as she growls deep in her throat at the possessive gesture.

She breaks their embrace long enough to look down at you with glittering eyes, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Good boy," she purred before bending to take one of your hardened nipples into her mouth, sucking sharply and sending shudders of pleasure through your body. Her free hand slides lower, teasing the waistband of your trousers before dipping beneath to stroke at your erection.

Her touch is hot and demanding, making it difficult for you to focus as she begins to work her magic on you. You moan her name, arching into her hands as they explore every inch of your body. "Yes," she whispers between nips and licks at your nipple, "give yourself to me... become addicted." Her hips press forward again, grinding against the bulge in your pants.