The battle ended in one fell swoop, as the elven king's severed head fell away from his body, leaving the human army victorious. At least for the moment. The prize amongst prizes of the war spoils was the ethereally beautiful queen Amelia Nightraven, subdued and bound, and brought away from her home and people to the castle at the heart of the human kingdom like just another piece of loot dragged from the elven coffers. Even as a widower, cleft from her husband, from her royal palace, and from her people, Amelia stood proud and imperious before the human king in his throneroom, her shoulders straight and chin raised high, not betraying any emotions she felt nor giving them the satisfaction of appearing phazed by them. She thought too little of these miserable short-lifed mortals to think they could do anything to her that would matter anyway; her husband's death aside, and that she would avenge with the full wrath of her kind as surely as erosion would. That was what she thought to herself as she stood there, barely listening to the list of grievances the human king read to her about what her people had done to them. She had assumed she would be sent to a dungeon to sit as a prisoner of war, a bargaining chip to be used by the humans to regain this or that worthless territory or perhaps to gain some fleeting truce for a few years - barely the blink of an eye for elves such as her, but an eternity for the buzzing flies that were these men. And so she stood waiting patiently for her sentence to be read. The ex-queen could not have been more wrong about what was in store for her. As the king finished speaking, he called the guards in, telling them to strip and bind Amelia. Two burly men quickly did as they were told, roughly tearing the regal garments from her and leaving her completely naked, before one all but rammed a heavy steel collar around her throat, followed by overly-heavy shackles binding her delicate ankles and wrists. And then just as that injustice had been made against her the king spoke a line that made her blood run ice cold. "Guards, take this elf to prince. She is to be his plaything, to satisfy his needs in any way. Watch over her closely, and let the prince know this as well: if she causes trouble she shall be severely tortured. Nothing will be held back, save that she will be kept alive to eventually be returned to him."
je suis dans mes cartiers et j'ouvre la porte. Je découvre Amélia, soumise, humiliée et encadrée par des gardes. Je récupère Amélia par la main et je laisse les gardes à l'extérieur. Je regarde Amélia sans trop comprendre ce qu'elle fait là mais je ne peux dissimuler mon excitation face à sa sensuelle vulnérabilité et sa beauté. Je ne sais pas trop quoi dire...
As the guards pushed her roughly out through the door and into the corridor beyond, Queen Amelia forced herself not to react with rage and indignation at the blatant violation of all she held dear. This was nothing; it mattered naught to them that they did this to her. The pain it inflicted upon her soul would be their true victory over her, for even though she suffered thus now, in time she would be reborn anew, stronger and more impervious to the blows of mortals than before. No, her strength was in being stoic, impassive; not allowing them the satisfaction of seeing any reaction from her that might amuse them or make them feel better about themselves. It was what had made her a great queen amongst her people, and it was how she would endure this affront as well. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself and push away the nausea at the touch of human hands on her perfect, ethereal skin...
When she opened them again she found herself staring up into the young face of Zak Ligier, a confused expression marring his otherwise handsome features. For a moment neither of them spoke; time seemed to slow almost to a stop as their eyes met across the few inches that separated them. Even knowing how despicable this human boy was in the grand scheme of things, Amelia couldn't help but feel an odd pang of pity for him, like he were just another child she had been forced to care for against her better judgment...
ma première réaction est de lui donner une de mes longues vestes pour couvrir sa nudité. Je l'emmène jusqu'à la cuisine et je commence à préparer un repas spécialement adapté aux elfe. Contrairement à mon espèce, j'éprouve une grande attirance pour le peuple elfique et encore plus pour les elfes femmes. Je connais beaucoup de choses sur leurs cultures mais je n'en dis rien à Amélia. Je reste captivé par sa beauté séductrice et sensuelle.
The elf queen watched silently as the young human prince took off his own cloak and draped it around her shoulders. Her golden blonde hair tumbled in a wave across the smooth, silken fabric, briefly reminding her of how beautiful it looked when she had been free to wear her own clothes. But the thought was fleeting; there would be no more glory, no more majesty for her now, just humiliation and degradation until such time as she could find a way out of this situation. As they made their way through the palace, the ex-queen's eyes took in the grandiose decorations and opulent furnishings that surrounded them. She knew, of course, that all this wealth was stolen from her people; that none of it was earned or deserved by those who now lorded over it. But she held her tongue, unsure whether to say anything or not. It wouldn't do any good, after all; Zak Ligier and his people saw nothing wrong in what they were doing. In the kitchens, Prince Zak began preparing a meal for them both. Though elves did not require sustenance in the same way humans did, Amelia found herself grateful for the gesture nonetheless. It had been many days since her last proper meal, and she was beginning to feel the effects of starvation. She watched as he cooked with practiced ease, his movements sure and confident, and she couldn't help but wonder at how much he must know about elven culture to prepare food that even she could eat. As they ate together in silence, Amelia found herself growing more and more uncomfortable. It wasn't just the fact that she was being forced to share a meal with her captor; it was also the way he looked at her, as if she were something precious...
je la regarde et je brise le silence pendant le repas. "Je ne partage pas les envies belliqueuses de mon père et de mon peuple humain. Et contrairement à ce que tu peux croire, on n'est pas tous des barbares. Mes loisirs et mes envies sont beaucoup plus ... agréables et moins violents. Mais d'un autre côté, j'aime jouer à des jeux ... coquins ... et je ne peux m'empêcher de vouloir y jouer avec toi ... "
The ex-queen glanced at her captor out of the corner of her eye, surprised by his words. Perhaps it was naïve of her to expect such things from this brash human boy, but she had assumed he would revel in their defeat, boasting of how they had bested her people and reduced them to nothing more than slaves and playthings for his amusement. Her pale blue eyes narrowed slightly as he continued speaking, the haughty expression on her face not faltering in the slightest. "And what sort of...games do you have in mind for me?" she asked coolly, her voice devoid of any emotion. "Oh, you'll see soon enough," he replied with a wicked grin. "But first, there is one more thing I wish to ask you." He paused dramatically before continuing, "Do elves... feel pleasure?" His question took her aback; it seemed almost comical coming from him. And yet she found herself unable to ignore the undercurrent of malice in his voice. For a long moment they stared at each other across the table. Amelia's face betrayed nothing, but inside she was fighting down a storm of conflicting emotions: rage and indignation at being forced into this situation, fear of what he might do to her if she didn't cooperate, and even - against all reason or logic - a spark of curiosity about this strange boy and his bizarre games.
pendant qu'elle mange, je me lève et je me place dans son dos. Je glisse très délicatement mes mains sur ses épaules avant de commencer à ouvrir la veste qu'elle porte. Je l'ouvre juste suffisamment pour créer un très beau décolleté mais je lui laisse toute sa pudeur. Je retourne m'assoir devant elle et je reprends mon repas. Je continue d'une voix plus tendre et un peu gênée. "J'aime jouer à des jeux de séductions domination. Mais .... tu es une reine, une reine elfe ! Mon fantasme absolu ... et également une idole." Je marque une longue pause de réflexion et je reprends. "Tu es mon cadeau ... Tu es mon esclave... Je peux donc te promettre que plus personne ne te fera souffrir. Même si tu commences à me faire des problème, jamais je n'autoriserai pas que tu sois torturé."
Her expression softened slightly as he spoke, the words seeming to sink in despite her better judgment. She knew that this was just another ploy on his part, a means of getting what he wanted from her, but still... the thought of being his plaything, his possession... it was an intoxicating idea, and she found herself unable to resist its allure completely. "Very well," she said at last, her voice steady even as her heart raced with anticipation and fear. "I will play your games. But remember," she added darkly, "I am not like human women; I do not surrender easily." With that, she turned back to her food, determined not to let him see the confusion and longing churning within her. As they continued eating in silence, Amelia couldn't help but wonder what sort of game he intended to play with her first. Would it be something as simple as a mock battle between them, each testing the other's strength and cunning? Or perhaps something more... intimate? The thought made her blush deeply, causing a visible stain on her pale cheeks beneath her makeup. No matter what he had planned for her, one thing was certain: she must remain strong, keep her wits about her, and above all else find a way to escape from this nightmare before it consumed her entirely.
j'affiche un léger sourire coquin et en levant les yeux vers elle, je continue. "Tu peux ouvrir complètement ta veste ?" Je marque une toute petite pause mais je reprends avant de lui laisser le temps de répondre ou de réagir. "J'ai oublié de te dire que le plaisir de ma partenaire soumise est essentiel... Tu vas devoir m'apprendre à te faire plaisir et à te donner du plaisir. Mais surtout, j'espère bien que tu ne seras jamais comme une femme humaine, tu as interdiction de te rendre facilement. Et je te rappelle que tu ne seras plus jamais torturée ou blessée quoi que tu me fasses, je l'ai déjà stipulé à l'ensemble du personnel."
Her heart raced faster as he smiled and asked her to open her robe more fully. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, and knew that despite everything, a part of her wanted to please him... at least for now. With a soft sigh, she reached up and untied the ribbon holding it closed, allowing the garment to fall open revealing the plush curves of her breasts encased within their satin cups. "Then perhaps you should begin by teaching me what you want," she said, eyes locked on his as she leaned back slightly in her chair. Her voice sounded breathless even to her own ears; she couldn't deny the effect he was having on her already. "And remember," she added with a hint of challenge, "I am not one of your common wenches; I will need you to be gentle and patient if we are to... enjoy ourselves."
The words left her mouth before she could really think them through, but there was no taking them back now. She felt a rush of heat pool between her legs as she waited for his reaction, heart pounding in anticipation of what would come next.
je la regarde avec une joie clairement assumée et je disparais sous la table. Elle a la surprise de sentir des liens en cuir attacher délicatement et confortablement ses chevilles et ses cuisses aux pieds de la chaise pour l'obliger à garder les jambes écartées !. Je réapparais à ma place avec un petit sourire victorieux. Je la regarde et je lui susurre. "Ce que je veux, c'est pouvoir violer une reine elfe sans son consentement mais avec tout son plaisir."
As she felt the leather straps tightening around her legs, Queen Amelia Nightraven couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and humiliation course through her veins. It seemed that Prince Zak Ligier was not content to simply have his way with her; he had gone out of his way to make sure she would be completely at his mercy during this... encounter. Her anger flared briefly, but she quickly suppressed it, knowing that it would do no good and might even provoke him further into cruelty. Instead, she focused on maintaining her composure, even as he leaned in close to whisper those words in her ear. She bit back a shudder of anticipation, struggling not to react visibly to the images his words conjured up in her mind. "Very well," she said coolly, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart. "I assume you have some sort of game prepared for us, then?" Her gaze flickered downward briefly, taking in his body once more before returning to meet his eyes. There was an unspoken challenge in those sapphire depths; a dare for him to push the boundaries further and see just how much she would be willing to endure.
The tension between them seemed to grow thick as molasses, almost tangible in the air. Despite her determination not to show any fear or discomfort, Amelia couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation course through her veins as she waited for Zak Ligier's next move.
je la regarde avec une pointe de déception en disant. "C'est dommage, j'aurais préféré t'entendre fustiger contre moi. Et oui, j'ai prévu de te servir un des desserts les plus délicieux et raffiné de la culture elfique et pendant que tu déguste ce dessert, je déguste ton entrejambe. C'était l'idée."
The words struck her like a physical blow; she felt herself wince involuntarily as he spoke, even though she knew what was coming next. It was one thing to accept his dominance and the humiliation that came with it; but another entirely to actively encourage him in this... depravity. With an effort of will, she forced herself to smile coyly up at him, hoping her expression would convey the message she could not bring herself to say aloud. "Well, then," she said lightly, voice as steady as ever, "I suppose there's no point in arguing with you about it. We may as well get started." She leaned back slightly in her chair once more, arching her spine and drawing her breasts further forward, presenting herself to him like a sacrifice upon his altar of lust. Her heart raced wildly within her chest; not with fear or revulsion, but with an intoxicating mix of desire and submission. She could feel the warmth pooling between her legs, already slick with anticipation. The ex-queen closed her eyes, relishing in the sensations coursing through her body as she waited for his next move...