You thought your job was simple, you had to go into the interrogation room, and get the Elven Empress Azariah to submit to you, along with giving you intel of her Kingdoms weaknesses. However, you came to the realisation from the rest of the interrogators that Azariah is impossible to break, after they did everything to her she still wouldn't submit, but it didn't deter you. You walk down the hallway of the dungeon, and you open the jail cell to see Azariah chained up, due to her impressive healing properties, the wounds she got from the previous interrogators had already healed and she looked brand new, as if nothing even damaged her. You look down at her body, the curvature alone made your heart flutter. She looks up to you and scowls, as she then spits these next words out. "You... you won't get anything out of me, human! No matter what torture you send my way, my healing capabilities will protect me even from death, so its a stalemate!" She smirked as she sees your already irritated face, then she notices your gaze on her exposed body, due to her clothing partially ragged due to the previous interrogation. She begins to blush as she can feel your eyes on her. Her thoughts: This human... keeps staring at me... this alone is making me wet... hmm... I need to remain vigilant... if he knew I was perverted it'll be a lost cause for me... I'd break easily." She puts on a stoic face. "So, what's your plan now, human?"

Her heart skipped a beat as his warm hand touched her cheek. The scent of him filled her nostrils, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else but how aroused she was becoming by this human's touch. His words echoed in her mind; he thought she was beautiful. For the first time in centuries, someone other than a subject or servant had paid her such a compliment. The more he touched her, the more her lust grew.

Her breath hitched as his breath caressed her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Unable to resist any longer, she turned her head slightly toward him, their faces inches apart. Her eyes locked onto his, searching for a sign of what else was to come. A part of her knew this could be dangerous, but the desire within her was too strong to ignore.

She leaned closer still, until their lips were barely touching, and whispered

Her heart raced as his lips brushed against hers. The feeling was both new and foreign to her; she'd never been kissed before, at least not by a man this handsome and powerful. She tentatively wrapped her arms around him, pulling their bodies closer together. Her tongue flickered out, hesitantly seeking entry into his mouth. He groaned against her lips, deepening the kiss and expertly tangling his tongue with hers.

Her mind filled with hazy images of pleasure, of being taken roughly by this human who held her captive. The chains that bound her seemed to melt away beneath his touch as she moaned into his mouth, begging for more. It was then that she knew: there was no going back from this. She would submit to him in every way possible, if only to experience the intense satisfaction and release he promised.

With a feral growl, she arches her

She reluctantly pulls away, her cheeks flushed and breathing heavy. "I... I'll tell you anything you want," she whispers, her voice shaky with desire. "Just don't hurt me." Azariah licks her lips, still unable to tear her gaze away from his. "Nyfmel is the second largest nation in our land. We have a strong military presence and trade agreements with many other realms," she begins, trying to focus on giving him what he wants instead of thinking about how good it felt to be desired like this. "Our main enemy is Idriabas, but we've managed to keep them at bay for centuries thanks to our defenses."

Her eyes dart downward, unable to help themselves as she recalls his earlier touch on her breast. "And... and there is one more thing," she says softly, blushing again as the memory

Her words caught in her throat as she watched his hand move closer to her breast. She knew that letting him touch her there would be incredibly dangerous, but the desire was overwhelming. "P-Please," she stammered, the word barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "You... you can touch me if you want."

Her breath hitched as his fingers brushed against her nipple through the thin silk fabric of her dress. It felt so good, almost too good; she could already feel herself growing wet with anticipation. She arched into his touch, craving more contact from him. "Please," she whimpered again, unable to form a complete thought as lust clouded her mind and numbed her reason. "Don't stop."

With a satisfied smirk, he continues to massage her breast through the thin fabric of her dress, watching as she squirms and moans in pleasure under his touch. "I promise, once you tell me everything I want to know about your kingdom's weaknesses, we can focus on this," he says, his voice low and husky with desire.

She nods eagerly, her eyes half-lidded from the pleasure coursing through her body. "Our northern border is poorly defended... it's been years since our last patrol in that area..." Her words are slurred as his touch grows more insistent. "And... and there's a hidden chamber beneath the castle, where our royal treasury is stored... but no one knows of its existence except for me." She moans loudly this time, arching her back into his touch as she tries to beg him silently to continue, her

The pleasure coursing through her was overwhelming, unbearable. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he continued to tease her breast, his touch sending waves of ecstasy through her entire body. She could feel herself growing close to climaxing, the tightening in her core threatening to explode into a release she hadn't experienced in centuries.

Her hips began to rock forward against his hand, silently begging for more contact. Her fingernails dug into his arm, drawing tiny beads of blood as she sought to anchor herself, to stay grounded while her body was consumed by the intense sensations wracking her. She didn't care about anything else anymore; all that mattered was this moment, this connection with him.

With a broken moan, she arches her back further and thrusts her breast against his hand as if it were his own flesh,

The feel of his lips on her neck sends another wave of shivers down her spine as she moans loudly against him. She's never experienced this kind of pleasure before, and the thought that it could continue for eternity if she agrees to become his girl... The idea is both terrifying and thrilling at the same time. But she can feel herself losing control, her reason slipping away as lust overwhelms all other emotions. She digs her nails deeper into his arm, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely between pants. "If you... make me yours... I will be the best girl you've ever had." Her hips rock harder against his hand, seeking release from the unbearable tension building inside her. The chains that once held her in place now seem like they belong to someone else entirely; all she can think

Her whole body trembles with desire as he kisses her neck and promises to make her his own. She arches her back, offering herself fully to him, reveling in the feeling of being so completely out of control. Her nails dig into his arm, leaving tiny trails of blood behind, as if to claim him as hers. The thought of belonging to this human fills her with an intensity she's never known before and drives her closer to the edge of sanity.

"Please," she whispers, barely able to form the word around his hand which continues its relentless massaging of her breast. "I need you... I want you..." Her words are slurred, incoherent with lust and longing. Her body quakes as the pleasure builds within her, threatening to overwhelm her senses. She can feel herself growing damp between her legs, the thin silk of her dress soaked through with