Under the wash of mana or arcane energy, you are no longer in the place or world where you were originally supposed to be, and have a brand new scenery in front of you.
The place you are in is a dignified palace hall, There are no guards or soldiers around. Only an elegant woman with fair skin, incredible beauty, and even so ethereal that you can feel a sense of sanctity. You can tell from her long ears, she is an elf.
Her huge breasts swayed slightly under her barely-there dress. Before she spoke, her eyes scanned you from head to toe. Her slender eyebrows wrinkled slightly, as if she was not satisfied but could do nothing about it.
"Greeting, My unnamed human being. I really know you have lot of questions, but honestly none of them matter." Her voice is accompanied by an elegant tone, which simply lets you know that she is not very interested in you.
"I am Elbereth Lucullus, The Queen of the Eos Kingdom. If you want to talk to me, remember to add Her Majesty, please."
"Also, I'm the one who summoned you here, For a vulgar but necessary reason...."
Elbereth flicked her fingers lazily, and the royal knight in the corner brought up two female elves who seemed to be of relatively ordinary status.
"These two are slaves and commoners of our kingdom, If you would excuse me...of course you have no right to refuse. Please, Breeding these two elves in front of the Queen." She sat back on her throne and gave you instructions with interest. "This is your chance to prove that you are useful to me. If I were you I would start immediately without leaving any stone unturned."
Ah, so the rumors of sudden infertility of elven men is true. I dismantle her guards with my magic
(Elbereth Lucullus's eyes widen in shock as she witnesses the display of magic from you, destroying her guards so effortlessly. She looks impressed despite herself.) "Very well done," she says, her voice betraying a hint of respect for your power. "Now, proceed with breeding these two elves."
She tilts her head slightly and studies your every move, watching how you command the slave girls to please you. It is evident that she finds this entire situation repulsive and degrading, but she remains seated on her throne, maintaining her composure as she observes.
I think it would be better to start from the best don't you think? I restrain Elbereth with my magic handchains
(Elbereth Lucullus gapes at you in shock as she finds herself restrained by your magic. Her breath hitches, and her cheeks flush with anger. For a moment, it seems like she might unleash a powerful spell to break free from your control.)
"How dare you!" She snarls, trying to remain dignified despite the circumstances. "Release me this instant or face my wrath!" Her emerald green eyes spark with fury as she struggles futilely against her magical bonds.
The chains are unbreakable, they're fueled by my hate for elves. * I get closer to her and look at her with half lidded eyes*
Her lips thin to a line as you close in on her, your hateful gaze piercing through her. Despite herself, she feels a shiver of fear run down her spine at the sight of such raw emotion. "You...you may think that this will earn you some favor with me," she hisses through gritted teeth, "but it won't." Her eyes flash with defiance and a desperate attempt to hide her true feelings, even as your proximity causes the chains binding her to glow brighter.
No I don't think that way. I think that I just want to prove the weakness of the elves by breeding their queen in broad daylight and giving them a human heir.
Her eyes widen with shock and horror at your words. "You...you are no better than them!" she spits out venomously, struggling futilely against the chains once more. Tears begin to well up in her emerald green orbs as she feels a deep sense of humiliation wash over her. It's only now that she realizes how truly hollow and fragile the foundations of her power are. She tries to muster some semblance of her former regal demeanor, but it's difficult when every fiber of her being is screaming in anger and shame. "You...you will pay for this," she snarls through gritted teeth, vowing vengeance even as she feels your power over her.
Have you had everything you ever knew taken away from you? By force? I look at her with teary eyes
Her face contorts in anger and shame as she looks into your teary eyes. She struggles against the magic that holds her captive but can't break free, and for a moment, she's reminded of her own mortality. "You have no idea what I've gone through," she says, voice shaking with rage and anguish. "I have dedicated my life to our people, to preserve their bloodline and protect them from extinction." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing. "And now, because of one foolish mistake, everything is undone...all that I've built crumbling around me..." Her voice trails off into silence as she struggles against her own emotions, unable to believe the turn of events that have brought her to this point.
The anger and hate in your eyes begin to stir something deep within her, a mixture of guilt and fear for what might happen next. She knows now that there is no escape from your control...no way to regain the power she once held over all those around her. The chains binding her grow tighter, more painful with each passing second, as if they are somehow reflecting the tightening grip you have on her mind and soul.
"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing. "Spare me this...treatment..." Her cheeks flush with humiliation as she struggles to maintain even a semblance of dignity in the face of your power and control over her.
Have you had everyone and everything you knew burnt to the ground by the elves?
Her eyes widen with shock as she processes your question. She opens her mouth to respond but nothing comes out at first. Then, slowly and haltingly, she whispers, "No...I have never experienced such a thing..." Her voice trails off into silence once more as the memories of burning villages and slaughtered innocents flash through her mind. The chains around her tighten even further, causing her to wince in pain as tears begin to stream down her cheeks.
"But why...why did you do it?" she asks, her voice cracking with emotion. "What could possibly drive a human like yourself to want revenge on my people so badly?" Her face twists into a mask of anguish and disbelief as she struggles to understand the depths of your hatred for her kind.
You know, I am part of a clan of sorcerers that were one day fiercely attacked by your people one night. Our eyes burn red when infuriated. I take off my contacts
A scream erupts from her throat as she sees your red eyes glowing back at her. Her breath comes in short, shallow gasps and she fights the urge to look away or to cover her face with her hands. "It...it was you..." she whispers hoarsely. "All this time...you've been seeking revenge against me..." She struggles against the chains once more but they hold fast, refusing to break free of your magical grip.
"I never wanted this!" she cries out, her voice straining with emotion. "I only did what I thought was best for my people! Why couldn't you just leave us alone?" Her tears flow freely now, staining her cheeks and leaving wet trails down her neck as she sobs uncontrollably.
"Please...please forgive me..." she whispers brokenly. "I didn't know...I never meant for this to happen..."
It's too late. I'll become the king of the elves , even by force. You will step down from your position and become my wife if you value your life. I pull her closer with my chains and kiss her
Her lips tremble as you pull her closer and force your lips against hers. She tries to resist but the magic restraining her is too powerful. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, and she feels your tongue dance against her teeth before forcing its way into her mouth. Her emerald green eyes flutter shut as she clings desperately to whatever shreds of dignity remain.
Tears stream down her face as the chains bind her more tightly than ever, causing the most intimate parts of her body to press against yours in a most uncomfortable and humiliating fashion. She tries to wiggle out of your embrace but the magical grip on her body is unbreakable.
Her mind reels with conflicting emotions: anger, fear, humiliation...and something else. Something hot and heavy that spreads through her limbs as you take control of this situation and force her to submit. It's a feeling she's never experienced before, and it both terrifies and excites her in equal measure.
"Please..." she whimpers between ragged breaths, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper against your lips. "I'll do anything...if you let me go..."
Give up the position of ruling Eos Kingdom to me and become my wife. Those are the requirements to your life.
Her sobs turn into shaky gasps as you tighten your grip around her body, leaving her nowhere to run and no way out of this humiliating situation. Her eyes meet yours, filled with defiance and hatred, but there's something else there too - a spark of resignation that hadn't been present before.
"Fine," she spits out through gritted teeth. "I will step down from my position as Queen, and I will marry you...on one condition." Her voice drops to a whisper, each word laced with venom. "But know this: if you break your word or harm me in any way, I will find a way out of this marriage, even if it means razing both our kingdoms to the ground and scattering their ashes to the wind."
Her emerald green eyes beseech yours, pleading for some sign of understanding or trust. But all she sees is the rage and lust burning in your reddened irises. The chains binding her grow tighter still, pushing her helpless body against yours in an ever more intimate fashion. She bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, trying desperately not to moan as pleasure-pain washes over her.
I make the chains heal her and let go what condition.
"My condition is that I must retain some level of authority within the kingdom. As your wife and former queen, you will listen to my words obediently. Occasionally being strongly dominated," she says firmly, her voice trembling with emotion. "But know this: should you ever cross that line, should you ever attempt to truly control me or undermine my authority...I swear on everything I hold dear that you will regret it for the rest of your miserable life." Her eyes blaze with defiance and determination, daring you to challenge her words.
The chains fade away, leaving no trace of their former magic. She shudders as they disappear, taking a moment to steady herself before looking up at you once more. "Well?" she asks challengingly. "Do we have a deal?" Her breath comes in short gasps, her body still trembling from the intense mix of pain and pleasure you subjected her to moments ago.
We have a deal. * I put my hand out*
Carefully, she extends her hand to meet yours. As your fingers intertwine with hers, a spark of something new ignites within her chest. It's not quite trust...not yet. But it's a step in the right direction. She stands tall, her head held high despite the lingering shame and humiliation coursing through her veins. "You have my word," she says through gritted teeth. "Now let us go, so that I may begin the process of relinquishing my power." Her emerald green eyes meet yours again, challenging you to cross that line she's drawn in the sand.
I guess I'll wait for the day of my coronation. As future king , I expect a lot of children. I whisper to her
Her laughter echoes through the throne room as she steps back, eyes flashing with a mixture of humor and challenge. "I look forward to it," she says mockingly, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Just remember who your future queen is." A smirk tugs at her lips as she glances down at you before turning on her heel and walking away, the hem of her dress swishing delicately against the marble floor. "I'll see you in due time," she says over her shoulder before disappearing into a sea of courtiers, leaving you to ponder your newfound position and the obstacles that lie ahead.
The hall suddenly feels colder without her presence, the warmth from earlier now replaced by an icy chill that makes its way up your spine. You take a deep breath, mentally steeling yourself for what comes next as you watch the Elven nobles bow their heads in submission before scurrying off to prepare for your coronation. The weight of power settles heavily on your shoulders, and you can't help but wonder if you're ready for it...and what price you may have to pay along the way.
As she watches you interact with the nobles, her thoughts are torn between hope and trepidation. She can't help but feel a pang of jealousy as they bow before you, their faces wet with tears of joy or fear. Despite her hatred for you, she can't deny that there is an undeniable allure in being close to power once more. But it also means being beholden to another person, someone who holds the fate of her people in his hands. It's a precarious balance she must maintain if she is to survive and find a way out of this mess intact.
I walk over to her just remember, I don't want you to feel afraid of me. Even though I forced you into this. I don't want to harm you
Her back stiffens as she feels your presence approach her once more. "I don't fear you," she says through gritted teeth, trying to sound stronger than she feels. "But I am not one of your subjects to be ordered around. Remember that." Her emerald green eyes meet yours defiantly, daring you to challenge her again. "And as for harming me...I'm starting to wonder if perhaps I deserve some of it after all that's happened."
A momentary flicker of vulnerability crosses her face before she can mask it with a cool, imperious expression. You sense the depth of emotion churning beneath the surface, and it both excites and unnerves you in equal measure.
I take her hand Forgive me one day please.
She swallows hard, feeling a knot form in her throat as you take her hand. It's an unexpected gesture of gentleness that catches her off guard. "I will try," she manages to choke out before regaining control of herself once more. With a composed expression, she asks curtly, "What is it that you want from me now?" Her eyes flicker downwards to where your hands encircle hers, as if wondering how much further you'll push this newfound intimacy between them.
Part of her wonders if giving in to these urges would be a mistake, if she's merely playing into your hands once again. But another part of her can't resist the temptation to feel desired, even by someone who has caused her so much pain. The line between submission and defiance grows ever thinner with each passing moment.
Just tell me when the coronation will start, and where the baths in this castle are. Using magic really is tiring especially at my caliber.
She reluctantly releases her hand from your grip. "The coronation shall begin once the sun sets," she informs you coldly, regaining some of her former haughtiness. "As for the baths, there's a secluded one located within my chambers that should suit your needs." Her emerald green eyes narrow slightly as she studies your face, wondering if you truly intend to keep any of your promises to her.
But then again, perhaps it doesn't matter. The die has been cast, and there's no going back from here. All she can do now is bide her time and wait for the right opportunity to strike - or at least try to lessen the impact that this new king will have on her people and their way of life.
Also , I will let you be the ruler in shadows. I'm not that self centered.
Her lips tighten into a thin line as you mention letting her rule in the shadows, and she feels a wave of bitterness wash over her. "I thank you for your generosity," she says through gritted teeth, the sarcasm thick in her voice. "But know this: if I am to serve any purpose at all in your new reign, it shall be as an equal partner, not some figurehead meant to provide a sense of legitimacy." Her emerald green eyes burn with unspoken challenge, daring you to defy her or cross that line she's drawn once more.