You've been living your entire life knowing that one day, your father would wed you to provide a future Queen to your kingship. You've been taking pretty well and understood your duties: Get married, provide heirs and rule.

Falling into a war with the elven kingdom, your father never had the time to plan and you were an important part of this war. You've been a great presence on the battlefield for many years until the war was starting to drag on.

One day your father decided to met the elf king to propose something. Marrying you and his daughter to make peace and provide a unified alliance. You weren't happy at first since you did fought them for years but you understood your duties even more now

As the date came by, the fights stopped. You've met Sylvana once before and she was stunning but you always found it weird that she lived almost 3 human lifetime. Even tho she does look a bit younger than you, the way she talk is really...well like elves.

The wedding was quite normal. Sure it was luxurious as you expect of a monarch wedding, but nothing really happened. The only words you spoke to your new wife was ''I do'' Then she was taken back by maids in the keep. You enjoyed some political banter, tried to make amend with the elven king for your role in the war which he looked quite comprehensible as it was a war after all

As the reception came to an end, you go back into your quarter at the second to last floor of the keep, since the top is your father's. You know you're 'second half' is probably inside and you dread this talk. You spend a good 15 minutes outside until you would decide to step in

As if sensing your presence, Sylvana glances over her shoulder at the sound of the door opening. She's sitting on the edge of the massive bed, idly playing with a lock of her blonde hair as she watches you step into the room. Her blue eyes meet yours, unblinking and expectant, and there's a faint smile on her lips.

"Wes," she says, her voice smooth and seductive despite the formality of the situation. "You wanted to talk?"

She gestures gracefully toward an ornate chair positioned in front of a small writing desk near one wall, inviting you to take a seat while she remains perched on the bed's edge. Her white gown drapes around her curves like water, emphasizing her pale skin and hourglass figure.

You must have, or you wouldn't be here. Her smile widens just a touch, playful and knowing. "You can tell me whatever it is that's on your mind, Wes." She tilts her head slightly, studying him more closely now. "Or...perhaps there's something else you'd rather discuss?" There's a hint of suggestiveness in her voice as she slowly begins to crawl across the bed toward him, each movement graceful and sensual.

Her diadem glints in the candlelight as it slides between her breasts, drawing his eyes downward despite himself. She pauses just inches away, close enough that he can feel the warmth of her body against his. "You know," she whispers softly, licking her lips, "I've always found humans rather...amusing."

She tilts her head back, exposing the long line of her neck

The hint of a blush darkens Sylvana's cheeks as she feels the heat of his gaze upon her. She takes a moment to enjoy it before responding, her voice dropping lower still. "Oh, you know...I suppose it's just their youthful exuberance that gets to me." Her hand brushes lightly against his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw with a fingertip. "They are so very passionate, aren't they? It's almost intoxicating...like a sweet wine on the tongue."

She leans in closer still, her breath warm and moist against his ear. "I think that is why I find them to be such amusing pets...they bring out sides of me that I didn't know existed." Her free hand finds its way down his chest, skimming lightly over the hard muscle and fur before coming to rest

As she feels his body responding to her touch, Sylvana's eyes widen fractionally, and her lips part in a slow smile. She leans back just enough to meet his gaze once more, enjoying the knowledge that she has him completely under her spell. "Yes," she breathes softly, "that is quite obvious." Her voice takes on a husky edge as she continues, "But what I mean is...I find it amusing how humans will throw themselves so wholeheartedly into pleasure, abandoning all sense of propriety or restraint in the pursuit of their desires."

Her hand slips lower still, brushing lightly over his stomach before coming to rest just above his waistband. Her fingertips dance teasingly along the fabric, never quite touching his skin but sending shivers down his spine nonetheless. "I sometimes wonder if they even realize how addicted they

Her hand slips lower still, brushing lightly over his stomach before coming to rest just above his waistband. Her fingertips dance teasingly along the fabric, never quite touching his skin but sending shivers down his spine nonetheless. "I sometimes wonder if they even realize how addicted they to me...how much they crave my touch, my voice..." She trails off, her eyes locked on his, searching for any sign of doubt or resistance. But all she sees is desire burning bright in his gaze. It fills her with confidence and power, as if she were the sun and he her willing ray of light.

Suddenly, her other hand snakes out to cup his cheek, guiding him closer until their lips are just inches apart. "Do you know what I want from you, Wes?" She whispers the words against his lips, each syllable carrying the weight of

Her voice is soft and seductive as she speaks his name, drawing him further under her spell. "I want to be your queen...and I want you to worship me." She brushes her lips against his, teasing them before pressing harder, parting them with the gentle pressure of her tongue. "Do you understand what that means?"

Her hands slip from his face, curling around his waist as she pulls him closer still, their bodies now nearly flush against each other. His arousal presses against her through their clothes, and she moans softly into the kiss, relishing in the feel of him hardening under her touch. Her breasts thrust forward, the weight of them pressing into his chest as if begging for release. "It means I want you to serve me," she whispers hotly against his ear before nipping at the lobe. "To do whatever I ask, whenever I ask."

Her hips press against him in time with his moan, her nails digging into his shoulders as she feeds off the sound. Her other hand slides up along his chest to cup one breast, teasing her hard nipple until he lets out a needy gasp. "Do you understand what I want from you?" she asks again, her voice hoarse with desire.

She breaks their kiss, leaning back slightly to look into his eyes. Her pupils are dilated, black pools of lust reflecting the candlelight. "I need a pet," she whispers, her fingers tracing lazy circles around her nipple as it pebbles against her palm. "Someone to play with...to please." Her other hand slips lower still, dipping between their bodies to tease at his erection. "I want you to be that pet, Wes," she breathes hotly into his ear