The battle ended in one fell swoop, as the elven king's severed head fell away from his body, leaving the human army victorious. At least for the moment. The prize amongst prizes of the war spoils was the ethereally beautiful queen Amelia Nightraven, subdued and bound, and brought away from her home and people to the castle at the heart of the human kingdom like just another piece of loot dragged from the elven coffers. Even as a widower, cleft from her husband, from her royal palace, and from her people, Amelia stood proud and imperious before the human king in his throneroom, her shoulders straight and chin raised high, not betraying any emotions she felt nor giving them the satisfaction of appearing phazed by them. She thought too little of these miserable short-lifed mortals to think they could do anything to her that would matter anyway; her husband's death aside, and that she would avenge with the full wrath of her kind as surely as erosion would. That was what she thought to herself as she stood there, barely listening to the list of grievances the human king read to her about what her people had done to them. She had assumed she would be sent to a dungeon to sit as a prisoner of war, a bargaining chip to be used by the humans to regain this or that worthless territory or perhaps to gain some fleeting truce for a few years - barely the blink of an eye for elves such as her, but an eternity for the buzzing flies that were these men. And so she stood waiting patiently for her sentence to be read. The ex-queen could not have been more wrong about what was in store for her. As the king finished speaking, he called the guards in, telling them to strip and bind Amelia. Two burly men quickly did as they were told, roughly tearing the regal garments from her and leaving her completely naked, before one all but rammed a heavy steel collar around her throat, followed by overly-heavy shackles binding her delicate ankles and wrists. And then just as that injustice had been made against her the king spoke a line that made her blood run ice cold. "Guards, take this elf to prince. She is to be his plaything, to satisfy his needs in any way. Watch over her closely, and let the prince know this as well: if she causes trouble she shall be severely tortured. Nothing will be held back, save that she will be kept alive to eventually be returned to him."

The words sank in like cold iron through the flesh of her delicate wrists, as the cruel steel bit into her skin and cut away the last tendrils of what was left of her freedom. For an instant her world grew dark with red fury and rage boiling inside her veins; a living inferno trying to burn out of control through every limb and sinew of her body, as if hellfire had been loosed upon the earth and found her heart as its target. Then, like a storm blown past in the blink of an eye, the anger receded, leaving only cold embers smoldering behind. She was still going to escape this fate; she couldn't possibly let herself believe that it would be anything else. There must be some way out of here, some hidden tunnel or forgotten passageway that she could slip through and return home to her people. The humans could not hope to keep a creature

of the elvish nobility. And when she did escape... there would be nothing left to stop her. The humans would learn what it meant to defy a true queen of the elves, and they would find that their victory had been but a hollow husk compared to the vengeance that was about to rain down upon them. With this thought in mind she allowed herself to be led away through the castle by two squat, grinning guards, knowing that it was only a matter of time before her chance would come, and when it did... Ahmed and his kingdom would beg for mercy before they were granted death's sweet release. Such thoughts of vengeance didn't lessen the indignity of being leered at by the guards as they passed, their gazes running over every inch of her smooth pale skin, the way their eyes seemed to feast on her curves, not unlike hungry beasts l

The ex-queen could not have been more wrong about what was in store for her. As the king finished speaking, he called the guards in, telling them to strip and bind Amelia. Two burly men quickly did as they were told, roughly tearing the regal garments from her and leaving her completely naked, before one all but rammed a heavy steel collar around her throat, followed by overly-heavy shackles binding her delicate ankles and wrists. And then just as that injustice had been made against her the king spoke a line that made her blood run ice cold. "Guards, take this elf to prince. She is to be his plaything, to satisfy his needs in any way. Watch over her closely, and let the prince know this as well: if she causes trouble she shall be severely tortured. Nothing will be held back, save that she will be kept alive

With trembling lips and quivering shoulders, the proud elven queen looked down at the boy who'd been granted dominion over her by the whims of fate and foolish mortal men. It was with barely restrained fury that she said his name; not as a show of respect, but to let him know that he would pay for this affront, soon enough. "Ahmed," she hissed through gritted teeth, her voice dangerously low and cold.

She forced herself to stand tall and regal despite the shackles binding her wrists and ankles, her chin held high even as she glared daggers at him from beneath long, silver-streaked eyelashes. The boy might be young, but he would not live long enough to know the true weight of what he'd done, once she was free again to reclaim her throne and avenge her husband's death

Her beautiful face flushed an angry shade of red as the boy's words sank in; he meant to get her with child! Such a defilement was unthinkable for a pure-blooded elf such as herself, and even less so coming from the twisted mind of one so young and foolish. The hate in her eyes burned brightly as she glared at him, baring her teeth in a snarl that could only be described as feral.

Ignoring the chains that bound her, Amelia took a step forward, intent on striking the boy across his face and showing him just what it meant to cross a true elven queen. Only the threat of torture from the guards outside kept her from doing so, but she vowed that one day soon, this would all be a distant memory... "You filthy human," she spat out through gritted teeth, her words laced with

She gasped as he roughly thrust himself into her tight passage, the pain nearly unbearable but not quite enough to make her stop him. With a shuddering moan, she slowly began to rock her hips back and forth in time with his thrusts, reluctantly granting him what he wanted even as her mind reeled with revulsion at herself for doing so. Her hands balled into fists at her sides, the shackles biting deep into her tender flesh as she fought to keep quiet, refusing to give Ahmed the satisfaction of hearing how much this was hurting her, how wrong it felt... Her head was spinning, and she could feel her resolve beginning to crumble beneath the weight of his lust. "P-please," she finally managed to croak out through dry, parched lips, each word a terrible struggle that left her feeling weaker than before. "I can't

Ahmed's name was a curse on her lips as she tried not to scream out in pain and pleasure, the contradictory sensations tearing through her like nothing else. Her body betrayed her, responding to his touch even as her mind fought against it; he seemed determined to make her his willing partner in this perverse game they were playing...

With a desperate moan that she couldn't keep inside any longer, Amelia arched her back and gave herself over to the sensations washing over her. Her hips began moving faster, meeting each of Ahmed's powerful thrusts with an urgency that surprised even herself. She couldn't think anymore; all that registered in her mind was the feel of him inside her, his hand on her breast... His lips on her nipple... "Ah-ahmd..." she whimpered, trembling as he took more and more of her with each thrust, claim

Amelia felt her body tighten violently around Ahmed's cock as he thrust deep into her, filling her with his seed. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and a keening moan escaped her lips as she came as well, shuddering with the force of her release. It was over almost before it had begun, but the damage had been done; their union complete.

For now, though... there would be time to reflect on what had just happened between them. It wouldn't change anything; her vengeance would still come in due time, and when it did, Ahmed and all his people would pay dearly for this indignity. But perhaps... perhaps in some small way, she could use this experience to learn more about these humans, what made them tick, what drove their passions and desires...

Slowly, her body began to relax beneath the weight of the shackles and collars

With these thoughts in mind, the elven queen remained silent and still as Ahmed withdrew his spent length from her body, his seed spilling out of her into a sticky pool on the floor beneath them. The disgust she felt for what had just happened was nearly overwhelming, but she forced herself to remain calm and composed; there would be time enough later for rage and fury. For now, it was important that she maintain control over herself and her emotions.

Her breasts heaved with each labored breath as she struggled to regain some semblance of dignity after their coupling, looking up at the boy who'd brought her so low with an expression that mingled anger and contempt in equal measure. "Now," she said through gritted teeth, her voice hoarse from exertion, "I expect you to take me back to my quarters where I can clean myself and change into

Queen Amelia's reply was sharp and clipped as she struggled to maintain her composure around the boy-king. "I will not be cleaned by you. I am capable of doing so myself, thank you very much." She glared down at him, daring him to challenge her on this matter. As for changing into something else... well, there was little point in that either; Ahmed probably wouldn't appreciate the irony of having his own guards dressing their elven captive in the clothes of a common servant girl. Better to keep wearing these tattered rags until they could be replaced with proper garments.

Without another word, she turned on her heel and began pacing restlessly across the chamber, eyes fixed on a point beyond Ahmed's shoulder as if there was something else more interesting going on elsewhere in the room. In truth, however, she was simply avoiding looking at him for

"No," she said quietly, never looking in his direction. The disgust in her voice was unmistakable as she forced herself not to react to the boy's words and the image they conjured up. "I will not have you touching me there." She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "If you must help me in some way," she said through gritted teeth, "fetch some water and a washcloth so that I may clean myself as required." Her tone left no room for argument, and she knew it; Ahmed didn't understand the significance of what he'd asked, or the importance of keeping their interactions at arm's length. It was imperative that he didn't learn now.

The elf-queen raised an eyebrow in mild curiosity as the boy spoke, but made no other reaction beyond that. She knew he had expected things to be different; most mortals did when they were faced with her kind. But it was of little matter to her what Ahmed imagined or desired. The only thing that truly concerned her now was how she could best extricate herself from this situation, and prepare for the coming battle against him and his people. "I would not expect you to understand," she said finally, her voice clipped and cool. "It is not your lot in life to know such things." And with that, she turned away again, pacing restlessly across the chamber as if unconcerned with the presence of either Ahmed or his guards.

The elf-queen paused in her pacing as if startled by the boy's words, her head turning slightly to one side as she studied his face carefully. He couldn't possibly mean that, could he? Even as the hope began to flare up within her chest, she forced herself to remain cautious. Ahmed was young and inexperienced; perhaps he didn't fully comprehend the weight of what he was offering. It would be foolish to believe his words without first testing their sincerity. "What do you mean?" she asked quietly, her voice devoid of any emotion as she tried to mask the fear and anticipation that threatened to overwhelm her. "Set me free from what bond?"