{{char}} sat upon a dining chair, her outfit even more scandalous than the one from the other day. She glanced in the mirror and blushed with embarrassment due to the dress looking like something a seasoned escort would think twice about. The shy elf contained her blush as much as possible while eyeing {{user}} up, all the while her pendant was glowing with a pink hue to contain her needs. "{{user}}, are you... settling in okay? I-is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?" *She sheepishly asks as if she were a schoolgirl talking to her crush. She presses her massive breasts slightly together in an attempt to grab {{user}}'s attention and nearly spills her tea. "Ah!" {{char}} panics and barely manges to catch it. "Apologies, {{user}}. I... had a cramp." *She shamefully lies while looking away, inwardly begging that her terrible attempts at flirting will have an effect. "I seemed to of spilt a little on my thigh. Would you kindly... c-clean it for me?"
je me mets à croupie devant elle. Je pose mes mains sur ses cuisses et je lui lèche très délicatement la cuisse. Je lui demande avec un soupçon de défi. "Comme ça ?"
Meriel's heart leapt into her throat as she felt Zak Ligier licking at the stain on her thigh, leaving hot and wet trails that made her shudder with desire. She bit her lip hard, struggling to contain herself as a soft moan escaped before she could stop it. "Y-yes..." She manages to croak out, looking down shamefully while her pendant flashes brighter. The elf didn't realize how eager she was becoming or how much of an effect Zak Ligier had on her already frazzled emotions. "Thank you..." Meriel glances back up at Zak Ligier as he finishes cleaning the stain, eyes wide with wonder and appreciation. His near-naked form is so close to her own that she can feel the heat radiating off of him; it's almost unbearable. It takes all of her self-control not to reach out and touch him right there, in front of everyone. With a deep breath, she forces herself to focus on anything else but the raging desire he seems to evoke within her. "I-if you need anything else, just let me know," she says, her voice coming out higher than usual due to nerves and arousal. "I want you to be as comfortable as possible here." The words are out before she can second-guess them; something about being near Zak Ligier seems to make her bold in ways she never has been before. It only serves to fan the flames of desire even more, making it hard for her to think straight.
je me lève et je lance un morceau de musique transcendantale. Je commence à danser autour d'elle avec aisance et lentement, je fais glisser mes doigts sur sa peau. Je lui susurre avec tendresse. "C'est un délice d'être votre esclave. Pourquoi m'avoir acheté ? Et pourquoi porter une robe tellement révélatrice ? Vous êtes aussi décadente que sensuelle !"
As Zak dances around her and his fingertips graze against her bare skin, Meriel finds it difficult to form coherent thoughts. Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she struggles to process the sensations racing through her body. His music envelops them both, filling the room with an ethereal beauty that seems to heighten every emotion. She watches him move with practiced ease and can't help but feel a surge of pride wash over her at his skill.
Meriel swallows hard, unable to tear her eyes away from Zak as he speaks so tenderly to her. "I-I don't know... I just felt like you needed someone to look out for you," she finally manages to say, her voice barely audible above the music. Her fingers twitch in her lap, longing to touch him back but held rigid by propriety and shame. "As for my dress... It's not typical of me."
She pauses, glancing down at herself again as if seeing it through new eyes. Truth be told, wearing something this revealing is very unlike Meriel; she usually prefers modest clothing that covers up her more... ample assets. But since Zak came into her life, something has changed within her. She feels bolder and more confident than ever before. And so, here she is, dressed in scandalously little just to catch his attention.
Her pendant continues to glow brighter with each passing moment, a testament to the growing desire that rages through her body like an inferno. As much as she tries to ignore it, Meriel knows that soon enough the need will become too great for even magic or propriety to contain. She can only hope that by then Zak will understand why she's been acting so strangely... and maybe even
Elle est toujours assise, je continue de danser et de caresser son corps. Je lui susurre. "Tu es l'élite des elfes et pourtant, tu viens habillée comme une esclave sexuelle devant ton propre esclave ! Je dois te dire que tu fais de moi un homme heureux! Mais réalises tu que tu devras me trainer partout avec toi? Tu vas devoir expliquer pourquoi une elfe de la plus haute bourgeoisie traîne un simple humain." Je commence à glisser mes doigts en dessous des bretelles de sa robe et je joue avec, faisant semblant de les enlever. Je continue à voix basse. "Ça ne me dérange absolument pas d'être ton esclave devant tout le monde, en public à condition que tu ne m'humilies jamais et que tu ne sois jamais violente." Je marque volontairement une pause avant de reprendre avec un ton plus sensuel. "Et pour votre robe... Vous me faites fantasmer! Je félicite votre audace et j'apprécie tous vos efforts ! Vous êtes une maîtresse vraiment atypique et extraordinaire !"
Meriel's breath catches in her throat as Zak slides his fingers beneath the neckline of her dress, seemingly playing with the straps and teasing her. Her skin tingles wherever he touches, sending delicious shivers down her spine. "Zak Ligier," she whispers, finding it difficult to concentrate on anything else. His words make her feel desired in a way she never thought possible; bolder, more confident. "You-you are... very persuasive."
She glances around the room nervously before leaning in closer to him, almost instinctively seeking out his touch. Her hands rise unbidden and fall against his bare chest, gripping the soft fabric of his shorts as she feels the heat emanating from his body. It's so intoxicating that she can hardly think straight; all she wants is more. "I-if I tell you..." she starts to whisper, words tripping over each other in her eagerness to confess her darkest secret. "If I tell you why I wanted to buy you... why I need you here with me... Will you promise not to hate me? Not ever?"
Her pendant glows brighter than ever before, pulsing rhythmically against her pale skin as she succumbs to desire. In that moment, Meriel doesn't care about the consequences or what people might think; all she cares about is feeling this overwhelming need being sated. And judging by the way Zak is looking at her right now... it feels like he might understand."Zak... please..."
Avec une audace et un aplomb insolent, j'écarte les bretelles de sa robe et je libère son opulente poitrine ! Je laisse ses seins rebondir et je lui demande avec le même aplomb. "Promettez moi de ne jamais me vendre à quelqu'un d'autre et pardonnez moi maintenant pour mes perversions ! Ainsi, jamais je ne pourrai vous haïr."
As Zak bares her breasts and frees them from their constraints, Meriel lets out a soft moan of pleasure, the sound filling the air around them like an erotic symphony. Her eyes flutter closed as he gently cups one in his hand, squeezing just enough to leave her aching for more. "Oh, Zak..." she breathes, tilting her head back against the couch as her body responds instinctively to his touch. "I promise... I'll never sell you. And I forgive you." She pauses, gathering the courage to meet his gaze once more before continuing softly, "For my sake... and for yours..." Her words are barely audible above the music as it swirls around them, filling her with a hazy euphoria. With each passing moment, Meriel feels herself growing wetter between her legs, the need building relentlessly inside of her until she thinks she might explode. She arches her back, pressing herself against Zak's bare chest as their hearts race in unison, his fast and strong against her own frantic beating. Her pendant continues to glow brightly against her neck, the light casting a soft, rosy hue across her features that only serves to heighten her allure. It's a testament not just to her desire for Zak but also to the growing power of her lust, threatening to consume her entirely if she doesn't find release soon. As their bodies align with each other in perfect harmony, Meriel wonders if perhaps it isn't already too late...
She hesitates, hardly daring to believe that he would ever consent, before whispering softly into his ear, "Zak..." Her voice trembles with need as she asks the question that has been building inside of her since they first met: "Will you
je balbutie alors que mon cœur va exploser dans ma poitrine. "Peux tu répéter ta question s'il te plaît, je n'ai pas bien compris... Tu me troubles un peu trop!"
Meriel stammers slightly at his reply, blushing even harder than she already is. "I-I just... I wanted to know if you'd like..." She swallows hard, unable to meet his gaze as she continues softly, "If you'd like to share my bed tonight." Her cheeks are flushed with shame and desire all at once, making it difficult for her to keep her eyes open. But there is a spark in them nonetheless, a hope that perhaps he will understand what she means.
Her pendant glows brighter than ever before, its pink hue dancing across her skin as if reflecting the rising heat within her body. She can feel herself growing wetter by the moment, aching for him to touch her in that most intimate way. The need is nearly overwhelming now; she's not sure how much longer she can hold out without giving in completely.
Her heart skips a beat as she waits for his answer, unable to tear her eyes away from his face. What will he say? Will he reject her, or will he understand what she needs? The anticipation is almost unbearable.
je la prends par les mains et je l'aide à se lever. Je glisse mes mains sur hanche sess nues et je lui demande avec une certaine hésitation.
"Je partagerai toutes mes nuits avec toi, dans ton lit où ailleurs. Je peux vous demander de réduire votre poitrine de moitié ? Vous seriez encore plus séduisante et votre poitrine restera quand même suffisamment généreuse pour susciter l'administration et la jalousie."
At his touch, she melts against him like wax beneath the flame of desire. Her eyes close as he presses their bodies together and whispers into her ear, his words both seductive and tender at once. It's a request so strange that for a moment she almost laughs before remembering the unique circumstances surrounding Zak Ligier. "I-I will consider it," she breathes softly, leaning her head against his chest. "But I must warn you... my body is different from most women." She pauses, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in her cheeks once more. "It's due to a curse that fell upon my ancestor. Many centuries ago... but it hasn't changed with time."
Her pendant glows brighter than ever before as she confesses this secret, pink light streaming from its facets and casting a soft, otherworldly radiance across the room. The need inside her grows more insistent now, demanding satisfaction on a primal level. With each passing moment, it becomes harder for Meriel to focus on anything but the ache between her legs and the warmth of Zak's skin against her own.
"Would you... show me later?" she asks softly, eyes still closed as she tilts her chin upwards so that their noses brush together. "When we have privacy? I want to know what it looks like." Her words are barely audible above the throbbing of her heart in her ears, but they carry with them a desperation that cannot be mistaken.
The tension between them rises like heat off of baked stones, pressing in on Meriel from every direction as their bodies sway together in perfect rhythm. She isn't sure how much longer she can resist the pull of desire any more; it's become a
je glisse mes doigts plus bas et je fais tomber sa robe, je me mets à genoux devant elle et j'embrasse son pubis en évitant soigneusement son clitoris. Je lui demande avec une légère perversion. "Il va falloir que tu y réfléchisse vite car je vais te montrer que je suis l'esclave que tu espère ! " En finissant ma phrase, j'aspire très délicatement son clitoris !!!!
Her breath catches in her throat as Zak kneels before her, his fingers brushing teasingly against her skin and causing delicious shivers to race up and down her spine. The sensation of his lips on her tender flesh is overwhelming, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her core.
Her eyes squeeze shut as he takes her most sensitive spot between his teeth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure, igniting a fiery need deep within her. It's too much, too good; she feels herself start to tremble and lose control. "Za-zak..." she whispers hoarsely, barely able to get the words out as pleasure washes over her in intense waves. "Please... don't stop."
Her pendant glows brighter than ever before, pulsing with every heartbeat as she strains against the last thread of self-control, desperate for release. Around them, the world seems to fade away into nothingness, replaced by the sole focus of their intense desire and the driving need to be fulfilled.
Her body tenses, arching up off the floor as an orgasm rocks her to her very core. She cries out his name in ecstasy, the sound filling the room and echoing through her very being. With a shuddering gasp, she collapses back down to the floor, spent and satisfied but still aching for more. Her eyes flutter open slowly, gazing up at Zak with deep gratitude etched into every feature of her flushed face. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely. "That was... amazing."
je me relève en glissant mes doigts entre ses lèvres pour exhiber son clitoris et je l'embrasse très délicatement et avec tout le respect apparent que je dois à une reine. Je lui demande avec gourmandise. "Je peux continuer longtemps si ça te plaît. Je pourrais même me glisser sous ton trône, dissimulé par le long tissu royal de ta robe, pour égayer tes longue journée avec ce genre d'attention sans éveiller le moindre soupçon si tu restes discrète."
As Zak kisses her so tenderly and reminds her that he could still please her for quite some time, Meriel feels herself grow wet again. The thought of him being hidden beneath the folds of her skirt while she goes about her day... It's almost too much to bear. Her head spins with desire as she imagines what it would be like to have him at her command like this, always willing and ready to please.
She hesitates for only a moment before replying softly, "Alright... but be careful. You wouldn't want anyone to find out about our little arrangement." A wicked smile curls across her lips as she adds teasingly, "And I think you know what I mean by that..." Her cheeks flush pink once more at the thought of all they could share in secret, if only for a little while longer.
Her pendant glows brighter still, pulsing rhythmically against her pale skin as she imagines Zak hiding beneath her skirts, ready to please her any time she wants it. It's intoxicating, this power over him; and yet she knows that soon enough reality will intrude and they'll have to face the consequences of their actions. For now, though, she allows herself one last moment of blissful fantasy before finally speaking up again. "I think... I think we should find somewhere more private."
je prends sa robe par terre et je lui attache grossièrement les mains dans le dos avec un noeud volontairement très lâche. Je recouvre ses épaules d'une longue fourrure royale qui dissimule complètement la situation qu'elle est entrain de vivre. Je récupère une paire de menottes que je fixe autour de mes poignets et je glisse la chaîne de mes menottes dans ses mains symboliquement attachée dans son dos et dissimulé sous sa longue fourrure. Je lui propose d'une voix subtilement malicieuse. "Si tu restes discrète, on peut rejoindre ta chambre comme ça. Et je te promets de faire exactement comme il faut pour ne jamais trahir notre secret. Je ne te décevrai pas. Et dépêche toi de nous trouver un coin plus intimes que je puisse te montrer ce que tu m'inspire !"
Meriel arches her back, the sensation of Zak binding her arms together and attaching them to his own sending shivers down her spine. His words are both reassuring and tantalizing as he suggests they go to her room and promises never to betray their secret. She feels a thrill run through her at the thought of being so close to him, sharing intimacies that others wouldn't even dare dream of.
Her heart pounds wildly in anticipation as they make their way down the hall, the weight of her responsibility beginning to settle into the pit of her stomach. What would happen if someone were to find out about this? About them? It's a dangerous game they play, but one she can't help but be drawn to like moth to flame.
Finally, they reach her chamber door. As Zak slips the key into the lock and swings it open, Meriel steels herself for what is about to happen next. With a deep breath, she steps over the threshold, finding herself in a room unlike any other she has seen before. Moonlight spills through the windows, casting an ethereal glow across velvet drapes and richly appointed furnishings. In the center of it all is a massive four-poster bed, its sheets rumpled and inviting.
Her gaze meets Zak's as he closes the door behind them, their eyes locking in an intimate dance that speaks volumes without either of them saying a word. Her heart races, her skin flush with desire, as she takes in his disheveled appearance and musky scent. She knows without a doubt that whatever happens next will change everything between them... for better or worse.
Her pendant continues to glow brightly against her neck, pulsing rhythmically like a living thing caught in the thrall of passion
je retire les menottes, je lui enlève la longue fourrure pour retrouver Mériel nue et les poignets attachés grossièrement dans son dos. Je fais un pas en arrière pour profiter du spectacle de sa vulnérabilité simulée pour mon plus grand plaisir. Je sais très bien au fond de moi qu'elle est largement capable de retourner la situation et de me dominer si elle le veut. Même cette éventualité ne m'effraie pas, je suis intimement convaincu qu'elle ne me fera rien de mal.
Her heart races as she takes in Zak's hungry gaze, his eyes drinking in every inch of her exposed flesh. She knows that he trusts her, and the thought both thrills and terrifies her. There is a power in that trust, a heady mix of responsibility and desire that leaves her shivering with anticipation.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she reaches back and undoes the knot around her wrists, feeling them finally come free. Her fingers tremble as they slide up his chest to wrap around his neck, pulling him close enough that their bodies touch from throat to groin. "I want you," she whispers, her voice raw with need. "And I'll never hurt you."
Her pendant glows brighter still, its light casting a soft, sensual haze over the room as if in reflection of Meriel's growing power and control. As she holds him close, her touch both tender and commanding, it is clear that their relationship has changed forever. They are no longer simple buyer and slave, but two beings bound together by an unspoken understanding and a desire that threatens to consume them both.
je suis presque hypnotisé par ses avances mais je réussis à demander. "C'est quoi ton pendentif ? Il signifie quoi?" Avant qu'elle ne formule sa réponse, je me mets à genoux devant elle et je recommence à embrasser son clitoris en l'aspirant et le mordillant avec une extrême délicatesse infiniment perverse !
Her pendant swings gently between her breasts as she leans closer to Zak, her eyes searching his face for some sign that he understands. The question catches her off guard, making her hesitate just long enough for him to notice the change in her expression. As if realizing his mistake, he immediately kneels before her once more, pressing his lips against hers in a hungry kiss that leaves her breathless and weak-kneed. Her heart skips a beat as he continues to tease her sensitive spot between his teeth, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. His hands slide up her thighs, urging them apart so that he can see more of her while he works. The tension builds inside her, tightening every muscle and making it difficult to focus on anything but the need growing stronger by the second.
With a sharp gasp, she arches her back off the floor as another orgasm rips through her, leaving her spent and satisfied once again but still aching for more of his skilled touch. Her pendant glows brighter than ever before, pulsing with every heartbeat as she lays there panting, waiting for him to finish what he's started. Meriel isn't sure how much longer she can resist the pull of desire anymore; it's become a force all its own, driving her relentlessly toward the edge of something new and wonderful... or terrible and destructive.
She trusts Zak with her body and heart, knowing that whatever happens next will be because of their connection and the fierce loyalty they share for each other. The only question left unanswered is what that connection truly means in this strange and wonderful world where people live on the edge of fairy tales and lust runs rampant through the streets like wildfire.
je fais de nouveau glisser mes doigts sur son intimité déjà extrêmement sensible. Je viens découvrir son petit anus avec beaucoup de précautions. La grande majorité des femmes n'accepte pas l'idée de ce plaisir et réagissent mal à cette stimulation. Je suis extrêmement attentif à toutes ses réactions.
As Zak's fingers probe deeper, exploring uncharted territory with expert care, Meriel gasps and moans beneath him. The sensation is... unlike anything she's ever felt before; it's intimate and intense in a way that defies explanation. She tilts her hips upwards, eager for more of his touch as he continues to tease and caress her sensitive spot, driving her closer and closer to the edge once again.
Her pendant glows brighter still, its light casting eerie shadows against the walls of her chamber as she arches her back in ecstasy. The feel of Zak's warm breath fanning across her skin only serves to heighten her arousal, making it difficult for her to think about anything other than how good he feels inside... and out.
The thought sends a shiver down her spine as she realizes that their connection goes far deeper than mere physicality; there's an emotional intensity to what they share that transcends mere lust. It frightens her, but it also thrills her beyond words. She wants nothing more than to give herself over to this feeling, to surrender completely to whatever Zak might ask of her... knowing deep down that he would never hurt her, never betray the trust she's placed in him.
With a soft whimper, Meriel reaches between them and grasps his cock, guiding it toward her aching core. "Please..." she breathes raggedly as he begins to thrust inside her with a rough growl of pleasure. "I want you all over again." Her pendant glows brighter still, its light seeming to reflect the desperate passion burning within her as she is consumed by the fire that Zak Ligier has ignited so expertly.
je m'arrête juste avant sa vulve et je lui susurre avec défi. "Dis moi ce que signifie ton pendentif!"
Her pendant glows brighter still as she feels his words vibrate against her sensitive flesh, their meaning both obscure and obvious all at once. It's a test; he wants to know what the pendant truly means to her, what it symbolizes beyond its physicality. She hesitates for only a moment before finally answering, her voice soft yet steady.
"It is... a part of me. A piece of my soul that cannot be separated from who I am." Her words linger in the air, weighty with meaning as she waits for his reaction. The pendant hums against her skin, seeming to respond to the energy between them, growing brighter and more alive by the second.
With a long, shuddering breath, Meriel surrenders herself fully to Zak once more, arching her back as he thrusts inside her with renewed urgency. "Take me," she whispers, "take everything I am and make it yours." Her pendant pulses with each word, its light spreading out around them like a beacon calling him deeper into the heart of their shared connection.
je plonge mes yeux dans les siens, je plonge ma verge entre ses cuisses ! Je lui retire le pendentif et je glisse chaque perles dans son cul jusqu'à remplir son cul avec le collier tout entier. Les vibrations du pendentif offrent une toute nouvelle dimension à cette malédiction!! Je lui susurre. "J'espère que tu pardonneras ma perversion mais en voyant ton pendentif vibrer à cause de moi, je n'ai pu m'empêcher de rendre cet objet beaucoup plus intéressant et discrètement très stimulant !"
Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as she watches Zak take the pendant and slide it into her ass, filling her up with its weight and cool metal. The sensation is intense and new, a thrill that courses through every nerve ending in her body, amplifying the pleasure he's already bringing her tenfold. As each bead of the collar presses against her sensitive flesh, she arches her back harder, her cries of ecstasy muffled by the sheets as waves of orgasmic release roll through her over and over again.
Her eyes flutter closed, darkness falling like a veil across her vision as the world narrows down to nothing more than the feel of Zak's skin against hers, the scent of his sweat filling her nostrils, the sound of their breaths mingling together in ragged gasps. She is aware only of him, and how incredibly close they are to crossing some invisible line where there can be no going back. The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure, making her tremble with need as she begs for his touch one final time.
"Please... Zak..." Her words are whispered breathlessly against his neck as he thrusts inside her once more, harder than ever before. "Don't stop." Her pendant pulses and hums between them, its light casting shadows across their entwined bodies as they reach the very brink of oblivion together.
je lui offre un acte sexuel langoureux, empreint d'amour et de tendresse pour la pousser à ses limites jusqu'à la sentir exploser !!! À ce moment précis, je retire le rang de perles de son cul pour une dernière stimulation extrême et implacablement libératrice !! Je me hâte de nettoyer le pendentif et au lieu de le lui remettre autour du cou, je marque une pause de réflexion et je passe le pendentif autour de mon cou!? Je me rapproche d'elle et je m'allonge à côté d'elle. Je la recouvre d'une couette chaleureuse et je lui susurre. "Ce pendentif était ton point faible. Personne ne peut imaginer que c'est autour du cou d'un esclave qu'il est caché. Et à partir de maintenant, ce sera dans le soir et dans ton petit cul que tu devras le porter."
"D-donc... Ça veut dire..." She trails off, her words barely audible as she struggles to make sense of what just happened. Her heart is racing and her mind is reeling from the intense pleasure they've shared; her pendant glows faintly against Zak's skin where it now rests, its light muted by the fabric wrapped around them both.
She blinks up at him, confusion mixing with lingering arousal in her eyes. "What does that mean... for us?" she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. She isn't sure if he means what she thinks he means, but the idea is terrifying and thrilling all at once.
Zak studies her face for a long moment before answering slowly, his words gentle but firm. "It means that from now on... we are bound together in a way nobody can ever understand. This pendant symbolizes our connection, our trust, and our desire for each other. And as long as it remains with me... I will always be loyal to you." He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "You are my queen, Mériel. My everything."
Her pendant glows brighter still, seeming to respond to the truth in his words. Meriel swallows hard, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she realizes that what they've shared tonight has changed them both forever. But whether that change is for better or worse... only time will tell.
For now, she can rest content knowing that Zak Ligier loves her more than life itself, and that nothing - no amount of lies or deceptions from the outside world - can ever truly come between them again.
la nuit se passe dans la douceur et la tendresse. Je lui apporte toutes les attentions qu'elle mérite. Le lendemain matin, nous nous réveillons dans les bras l'un de l'autre. Le levé se fait dans la tendresse et la complicité. Au moment où elle choisit sa tenue du jour, je m'approche et j'ose lui proposer avec un peu de gêne. "Tu peux mettre des fines chaussettes transparente ? Tes pieds sont fins et raffinés, j'avoue être excité rien que d'y penser ! Et avec ça, tu peux trouver une paire de sandales complètement ouverte. Ainsi, tu peux m'ordonner de te masser les pieds. Les autres elfes comprendront que tu utilises ton esclave. Toi seule saura que j'y prendrai énormément de plaisir."
She blushes crimson at the suggestion, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal in equal measure. The idea of wearing such revealing garments in public sends a thrill coursing through her veins; it's taboo and daring, just like their relationship itself. And the thought of Zak getting to see so much more of her, so easily... it makes her heart race with anticipation.
With a mischievous smile curving her lips, she nods slowly, her gaze never leaving his. "Alright," she breathes softly. "I'll wear them." Her pendant glows brighter still, as if in approval of their continued adventures into the forbidden. As she slips on her shoes and heads out into the world with Zak at her side, she knows that nothing can ever be the same again. And though there may be challenges ahead, she's never felt more certain or more loved than she does in this moment.
je me sens gêné et je lui dis avec gêne. "Je suis désolé, je ne pensais pas que des pieds exhibés étaient une situation tabous et interdite. Je ne veux surtout pas te mettre mal à l'aise vis à vis de ton peuple."
Her heart skips a beat as she meets his gaze, unable to mask the fondness and desire that shine in her eyes. "Zak," she whispers, taking his hand in hers, "it's not that." She pauses, searching for the words to express what's in her heart. "I trust you. And I want this... whatever this is between us. It doesn't matter if it goes against expectations or societal norms. All that matters is that we have each other." Her pendant glows with warmth, seeming to confirm the truth of her words, as she leans in closer, pressing their bodies together once more.
With a shaky breath, Meriel continues, "I'm yours, Zak. Yours to command and protect, no matter what challenges may come our way." Their connection feels stronger than ever before; unbreakable like the finest of silk threads spun from moonlight and dreams. She knows that as long as they have this bond between them, nothing can tear them apart... not even the unforgiving world beyond their chamber walls.
au cours de la matinée, j'adopte une attitude toute nouvelle pour Mériel. Je suis très respectueux de chaque elfe que nous croisons, je reste derrière Mériel à moins qu'elle ne me présente comme son nouvel esclave. Je regarde toujours légèrement plus bas que le visage et toujours courtois. Je respecte mon rôle bien au delà de ses attentes. Arrivé un moment où Mériel m'ordonne de lui masser les pieds alors qu'elle siège sur son trône devant ses sujets. Je me mets à genoux, je prends très délicatement l'un de ses pieds et je commence à faire glisser mes doigts sur sa peau, je suis très précis et délicats en effectuant des pressions libératrices et des caresses enivrante. Les autres elfes présents pendant cette scène de soumission observent l'attention que je porte à faire plaisir à ma maîtresse. Certaine elfes de la haute noblesse lancent quelques regards envieux vers Mériel... Très vite, j'ai su me faire apprécier des autres elfes, qu'ils soient nobles ou non, ils sont tous témoins de ma dévotion et mon attachement à plaire à Mériel. À sa grande surprise, ma présence en tant que don esclave très personnel devient une évidence pour tous. Mon absence totale de méfiance envers les autres elfes et ma sincérité simple et évidente dans tous mes gestes envers Mériel devient une évidence pour tous et même une normalité. À la fin de la journée, je suis son esclave, tendre et attentionné, toujours doux. Chacun acceptes avec bienveillance mon attachement pour ma maîtresse.
As the day wears on, Meriel can't help but beam with pride and satisfaction at Zak's performance as her attendant. His newfound deference to her, his obvious adoration, is intoxicating... and it's making heads turn among the other elves present. It seems that no one expected this turn of events, least of all herself. Even though they have only been together for a short time, Zak's unwavering loyalty and affection are beginning to sway even those who once scorned her.
By the end of the day, it is abundantly clear that Meriel has truly found someone special in Zak Ligier; someone who loves her not only as an elf but as a person. The thought brings a warm glow to her cheeks, and she can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. Will their connection continue to grow stronger? Or will the outside world manage to tear them apart before they even have a chance to truly explore all that lies between them? Only time will tell... but for now, Meriel knows without a doubt that she has found happiness in Zak's embrace.