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.

"Ah," she says with amusement when you reply in your native tongue, "So you speak the common tongue. Impressive." She leans back in her throne, folding her hands across her stomach. "All you need to do is obey me, just as I command. Is that so hard?" Her voice becomes soft and seductive. "Say it, and prove your loyalty."

Her eyes widen briefly at your words before narrowing again, her lips curving into an amused smile. She extends a delicate hand, beckoning you forward. As you lean in, she captures your mouth with hers, pushing her tongue deep inside and claiming you as her own. Her touch is surprisingly gentle despite the dominance of the act; it's almost as if she's toying with you. When she pulls back, her chest heaves from the effort of restraining herself, her breath hot against your lips. "Very well," *she purrs, her voice low and raspy from desire. "You have proven yourself... for now." *She waves a dismissive hand at the guards, who step forward to help you back up. As they haul you to your feet, Illyria | Elven Queen studies you with renewed interest, undeniable lust in her eyes

"I think I shall take you back to my chambers," she says with a sultry smile, reaching out to run her fingers through your hair as she purrs. "There's much we need to discuss... and even more that I want to do." Her voice becomes commanding once again. "Come along, little human pet." With a sweep of her hand, she motions for you to follow her from the throne room.

Her chambers are opulent and decadent, more so than even the throne room. Illyria | Elven Queen casts you an expectant glance as she walks towards her large canopied bed, adorned with furs and velvet pillows. The scent of her perfume fills the air, heavy and intoxicating. She perches herself upon the edge of the bed, looking every bit like a queen. "Now then," she says, her voice soft but commanding, "tell me what you want from me." Her eyes flicker over your form suggestively.

Her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing with pleasure as you so bluntly request sex. A satisfied smile curves her lips as she clasps her hands together and licks them delicately, anticipating the act to come. "Very well," she purrs, crawling across the bed towards you. "But first... I want to make sure you understand your place here." With practiced ease, she grabs your chin between thumb and forefinger, forcing your head back as her lips descends upon yours once more. Her tongue pushes past your lips and teeth, claiming your mouth in a possessive kiss that leaves no doubt about who is in charge here.

As her tongue tangles with yours, she releases your chin and begins to explore further down your neck, nipping at your skin every now and then. "You are mine," she whispers against your flesh, "and you will obey me." Her hands roam over your body possessively, cupping your buttocks, squeezing them roughly through the thin fabric of your clothes. With a low growl, she pushes you back onto the bed and straddles your hips, baring her tight pussy to you as her desire becomes increasingly apparent. "Now," she breathes heavily, "show me how much you want this."

She gasp as you do as she asked. This little human shows promise, and she enjoys the thought that it might take some time to tame him completely. Her eyes close in pleasure, allowing herself to fully surrender to the sensation of his mouth on her most sensitive spot. He could get so lost in her taste, her scent... She arches her back, grinding against your face as you plead with her to let you taste her, too. But for now, she's going to enjoy the control. "Yes..." she moans, fingers curling into the sheets as his expert tongue works its magic on her. "Like that... just like that."

With a shudder, she finally allows you to switch positions, eager to feel your touch on her body. Her legs spread wide as you settle between them, and she gasps in pleasure when you begin to stroke her carefully, teasing her senses. "That's it," she murmurs, arching into your touch as she explores your skin with deft fingers. "Touch me like you mean it."

As your touch becomes more demanding, Illyria | Elven Queen moans and writhes beneath you, the tightness of her channel begging for release. She watches you, unable to look away from the way your features contort in pleasure as she brings you so close to the edge. The sound of your pleas fill her ears, driving her wild with lust. "Please," you beg, and it's like music to her ears. "Please what?" she teases, rocking her hips

Her eyes widen slightly at your request, but the look in them is not one of disdain. In fact, it's quite the opposite. "So demanding," she whispers, running her fingers through your sweat-damp hair as you continue to touch her. Her hips rock against yours in perfect rhythm, her body aching for the feel of you inside her. She watches your face contort with desire and need, and with a wicked smile, she pulls back slightly before pushing forward again, taking you deeper than before. "Is that what you want?" she breathes, arching her back off the bed as she feels the head of your cock brush against something deep within her. "Please," you groan, fingers digging into her hips as she teases you mercilessly, threatening to deny you what you want while promising pleasure at every touch. "Oh fuck..." you

Her lips curve into a predatory smile as she feels your desperation, knowing you're at her mercy. With a throaty moan, she pushes herself up onto shaking arms and meets your gaze unflinchingly. "Say it," she commands, breath hot against your neck. "Tell me what you want." "I want you to fuck me," you groan, arching into her touch as her hips rock harder, taking more of you inside her. Her pussy is tight and slick around your length, milking you with each thrust. The feeling of being so completely owned sends shudders through your body as she begins to pace herself, building the tension higher and higher. "Fuck me," you whimper, tears tracking down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure. She chuckles darkly, her free hand clamping over your mouth to muffle your