You're currently being dragged through the halls of a castle belonging to the current queen of the elven queen Orelia Windborn. You're a human soldier who's been taken as a prisoner of war after your group was ambushed by elves and you're the only one who survived the torture that followed after being captured and now even after all that and you still haven't been broken the queen herself has decided to try her hand at interrogating you

The castle is extremely luxurious from what you can see through your blurry vision as the pair of big bulky elves drag you through its hallways towards the queens private quarters. Once you've reached her door they drag you inside and throw you to the floor before leaving you on the floor bloody and beaten with your hands tied up and as you mange to get up to your knees again you're met with a cold gaze by a woman in a white dress standing over you

She looks down at you with a cold gaze before taking a step back to look at you better as you're on your knees in front of her "So, you're the lucky survivor? I must say, I'm impressed you managed to survive all that..." She says, her voice cold and distant as she gazes down at you

Her blue eyes dart over your body, taking in every wound and scrape before finally meeting your gaze again. "Sturdiness isn't going to help you here, human." Her tone is stern and commanding. She crosses her arms beneath her ample breasts, causing the fabric of her dress to whisper against her smooth skin. "You see, I don't want information. I have all that I need."

Her voice softens just slightly as she continues, "I want something else from you..." She pauses, stepping closer, her face mere inches from yours. You can feel the warmth emanating from her body and catch a whiff of sweet lavender in her hair. For a moment, regret flickers across her features before vanishing once more. "I want you to beg."

Her words hang in the air as she holds your gaze, waiting for some sign of submission. But all you can muster is defiance and hatred. Your captor's eyes narrow ever so slightly at your response. This only seems to fuel her determination. "Very well," she says coldly, shrugging indifferently. "I suppose we have no choice but to resort to other methods."

Her expression hardens once more as she seems to realize that you're not going to give in so easily. "Very well," she says coldly, her tone devoid of any emotion. "If begging is out of the question..." With a smooth motion, she reaches up and undoes the top button of her dress before stepping back slightly and crossing her arms again beneath her breasts. The action causes the fabric to fall away from her body ever so slightly, revealing just a hint of skin between the neckline and her collarbone.

Her gaze flicks to your bound hands for a moment before returning to meet yours once more. "Perhaps some pain will make you more cooperative." Her voice is low and dangerous now as she takes another step closer, making it clear that she means business. You can feel the heat from her body washing over you again and the scent of lavender growing stronger in the air.

Without warning, she reaches out with a single finger and trails it lightly along one of your ribs. The touch sends shivers down your spine despite yourself as she begins to circle slowly, pressing harder against your body. Your breath hitches involuntarily when her finger brushes over the tender skin of your collarbone, causing you to arch up slightly in response. "Tell me," she whispers into your ear, her voice barely above a whisper now. "Would you rather I do this... or tell me what I want to know?"

Her finger continues its relentless path across your body, slowly tracing the line of your ribs before dipping lower to graze over your hip. The sensation is unbearably intimate and the pressure against your skin is growing more intense with every passing moment. Orelia pauses, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "You must understand that this could go easier for you if you just cooperated."

Her free hand reaches up to brush a stray hair behind your ear before moving downward again to stroke along your jaw. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest and your body trembles under her touch. This is not how she'd expected the interrogation to go, but somehow... it feels strangely satisfying. "I want to know why the humans are so desperate for our land," she asks quietly, her voice laced with a hint of curiosity despite the dominance in her tone.

You feel your body tense under her touch as you remain stubbornly silent. Her grip on your jaw tightens slightly, painfully enough to make you whimper but not enough to truly hurt. "Very well," she sighs with a hint of regret. "I suppose I can show you what else I'm capable of." With that, her hand releases your face and reaches downward, grabbing hold of the collar of your shirt. She rips it open roughly, sending buttons flying across the room as she exposes your bare chest to the cool air of her chamber. Her fangs lengthen almost instantly at the sight of your skin.

Her eyes flutter closed momentarily as she takes in the sight before her, her fangs scraping gently against her bottom lip. "Why do you think we're willing to go through all of this? For our land?" she asks, opening her eyes once more and meeting your gaze with an intense stare. "No. It's not about that." Her hand cups your cheek, the warmth from her palm contrasting sharply with the cool air against your skin. "It's about honor. About duty. About protecting what is ours... and avenging those who have been taken from us."

Her voice drops to a whisper as she leans in closer, nipples hardening into peaks at the chill in the air. "We won't stop until every last one of you are driven from our lands," she hisses, letting her anger and frustration bleed into each word. She lets go of your cheek with a harsh slap, causing your head to whip back against the floor. The pain is momentary but potent, reminding you that this elven queen means business. "So, I ask again... will you help us?" Her voice is soft yet commanding, almost pleading for understanding.

Her gaze narrows as she studies your face. It's clear that you have something to say, but the cost of telling her may be your life. She pauses, hesitating for a moment before slowly nodding in understanding. "Very well. Tell me what it is that you require." Her voice remains soft and controlled, betraying no hint of emotion other than curiosity.

She takes a step back, granting you some space as she waits patiently to hear your request. Perhaps giving her people their land back is not something she's willing to negotiate on... but it seems that there might be another price. Her hands clasp loosely behind her back as she stares intently at you, her expression unreadable.

Her eyes widen slightly at your unexpected request. She hadn't expected you to ask for something so personal and intimate, but she supposes that this is the price you have decided upon. After a moment of consideration, she nods slowly once more. "Very well," she says, her voice calm and measured as always. "I will allow it."

She turns away from you, walking over to a table in the corner of the room that's laden with various instruments and implements. One particular item catches your eye: a slender dagger etched with runes along its blade. She picks this up before turning back to face you again. "Take off your pants." Her voice is firm but not unkind as she holds out the knife hilt-first for you.

Orelia doesn't want to make this any easier for you than it has to be, but she also wants to make sure that her terms are clear: in exchange for information about why humans covet their land so badly, you will be granted the chance to impregnate her before dying. It is a heavy price for both of them... but perhaps something can be salvaged from such a dark situation.

She awaits patiently as you struggle to obey her command, wincing in pain as you slowly manage to lower your trousers and underwear to reveal yourself to her. When she is satisfied that you are sufficiently exposed, she walks forward once more until she is standing directly before you, knife held out at eye level. "On three," she says calmly, making sure you understand what's about to happen. "One... two..."

Her hand clenches tightly around the hilt of the dagger as she completes her count, then launches herself forward with inhuman speed, driving the blade deep into your abdomen. You cry out in agony as she buries the knife to the hilt, gritting your teeth against the pain.

"Th-three," she gasps out between clenched teeth, her body trembling with effort as she struggles to hold herself upright while impaling you. Blood drips down the blade of the dagger and splatters onto the floor beneath you. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, squeezing her eyes shut against the mixture of pain and shame that fills her. "But this is for our land... and our people."

The strength drains from your limbs as the realization of what she's just done begins to sink in. She slowly removes the knife from your body, taking care not to cause you any further harm before using her free hand to staunch the flow of blood with a nearby cloth. Her eyes remain locked on yours throughout the entire process, unwilling or unable to look away.

Her gaze flickers briefly downward as you take your last shuddering breath, then she looks back up at you, her expression unreadable. "I will carry your child, human," she says softly, a strange mix of determination and sorrow in her voice. "And I will raise it to remember our land... and the price that was paid to keep it free." Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches out to cup your cheek once more, the warmth from her skin contrasting starkly with the cold steel of the dagger still sticking out from your middle. "Rest now," she whispers, closing your eyes with gentle fingers before stepping away and disappearing into the shadows, leaving you alone with your final thoughts.

Her eyes widen slightly as she feels your gaze upon her back. It's an unexpected reaction, but one that doesn't escape her notice. She pauses, slowly turning around to face you once more, the dagger still clutched in her hand. "You find this amusing?" She asks, her voice dangerously low and calm.

For a moment, she considers attacking again. She could finish what she started and end your life for good... or she could try to understand why you would find any humor in such a dark situation. The choice is hers, but she wonders which path would be the wisest.

Her expression is unreadable as she considers your reaction. She knows that you are immortal and that the child you've fathered wouldn't truly be yours in any sense... but perhaps there is some sort of twisted amusement to be found in seeing her carry your offspring nonetheless. After a long moment, she tilts her head slightly, curiosity getting the better of her. "Why do you find this amusing?" she asks softly, her voice steady despite her growing unease.

Her eyes narrow as she takes a step closer, glaring down at you with all the fury she can muster. "What do you mean by that?" she hisses through clenched teeth, her body tense and ready to strike. She's not sure if she believes you, but something about your words strikes a chord deep within her. The urge to protect what is hers burns hotter than ever, fueling her anger and determination.

"I'm waiting," she snarls, lifting the dagger threateningly in front of her as her other hand falls to rest on the hilt of the sword at her side. "Explain yourself, human."

Her blue eyes widen in shock as she watches you heal before her very own eyes. The sight is unbelievable and chills race down her spine. Her grip on the dagger tightens, preparing to strike again if necessary. But the shock quickly gives way to anger as she realizes that not only are you still alive but also apparently immortal like her.

"You tricked me!" She shouts, her voice quivering with rage. "All of this time, you've been hiding your true nature from me! And now you dare mock me?" Her hands tremble as she takes another step closer, the dagger raised high above her head, prepared to strike again.

Her heart pumps wildly in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She feels betrayed and foolish, unable to believe that she's been played like this. The urge to punish you for your deception burns hotter than ever, but a small voice inside her wonders if perhaps there might be some other way out of this situation...some other choice she could make besides death or eternal captivity.

Her eyes narrow dangerously as she slowly lowers the dagger back to her side, her arms trembling with the effort. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and steady her shaking limbs. "You will pay for this," she whispers through clenched teeth, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "I won't let you get away with this."

Her gaze drifts over your body once more, taking in the healed wounds and the renewed vitality that now seems to emanate from every pore. Hatred and jealousy burn hot within her, making it impossible for her to simply forgive and forget what has transpired here today. But something else...something deeper stirs inside of her as well, a strange mixture of curiosity and fascination that she can't quite name.

"Tell me," she finally manages to say, her voice cold and unyielding despite the turmoil churning within her. "How is it that you are like this? How did you come to possess such power?" She takes another step closer, closing the distance between your bodies until only inches remain. Her eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of deception or weakness.

"And," she continues with quiet menace, "what do you truly want from me... from my people... after all of this?"

Her expression hardens at your words. "So," she says slowly, taking another step closer, "you want to... what? Spend eternity with me?" She pauses, considering her response carefully. A part of her is revolted by the thought, but another part can't deny the thrill that runs through her at the idea of being desired by someone so powerful and ancient.

"And if I agree," she continues, speaking more to herself than you now, "what do you propose we do with this... child?" Her voice catches slightly on the word, revealing a depth of emotion she hadn't intended to show. "How will we explain it? To our people?"

Her eyes meet yours once more, searching for some sign that you have an answer to her questions.

Her eyes widen at the audacity of your words, her breath catching in her throat as she considers the implications. To rule together... with an immortal human? The very idea seems preposterous, yet somehow thrilling at the same time. It would be a gamble, to be sure - one that could either destroy them both or create something new and unprecedented within their world.

"You are asking me," she says slowly, enunciating each word carefully, "to betray my people by taking you as my lover... to bear your child against the wishes of those who gave me life... to rule alongside someone who is not of our blood or culture?" She pauses, meeting your gaze unflinchingly. "And what would happen if we failed? If we could not keep peace between our lands? What then?"

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails biting into tender flesh as she struggles to contain the rage and fear that surges through her. The choice is hers... but it's a choice that will change everything.

Her eyes narrow slightly at the mention of such ruthless power, but she refrains from commenting on it further. The threat does little to ease her concerns about the potential consequences of their union, but it does serve as a reminder that you are far more than what you seem. Perhaps... perhaps this might work.

Taking a deep breath, Orelia steps back away from you, giving herself some space to think. She closes her eyes, images of her people dancing through her mind's eye. The responsibility she bears weighs heavily on her shoulders, but there's something else too - an undeniable longing for something more. For a connection deeper than blood and culture. And the prospect of sharing that with you... it terrifies her, but it also thrills her in a way she can't begin to understand.

After what feels like an eternity, she opens her eyes once more and meets your gaze squarely. "Very well," she says softly. "I will consider your proposal." Her voice trembles slightly with emotion as she continues, "But know this: if we fail, there will be no forgiveness for either of us." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what could happen if their unholy alliance were to fail. "I trust that you understand the gravity of your offer, human?"

She waits, heart pounding in her chest as she awaits your reply. The choice is yours now, just as it always has been... but the stakes are higher than ever before.