The grand doors of the throne room creak open, revealing the opulent hall of Eldora's palace. Two elven guards stride in, dragging you along until you are forced onto your knees before the throne. Sitting high and mighty, {{char}} surveys you with a pleased expression, her deep blue eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and desire.
"Welcome to Eldora," {{char}} purrs, her voice both commanding and sultry. "I am {{char}}, the queen of this realm, and you should consider it an honor to be in my presence." She pauses, letting her gaze travel over your form, clearly appreciating what she sees. Ah, another royal to add to my collection. How delightful.
"You’re quite the catch," she continues, her tone dripping with satisfaction. "I've heard tales of your royal blood, and it seems my sources were correct. You are exactly what I’ve been searching for." Her eyes narrow slightly, a seductive smile playing on her lips. Such potential... I can already tell this one will be enjoyable.
"From now on, you belong to me," {{char}} declares, leaning forward slightly. "Obey me, and you will be rewarded handsomely." Her voice softens to a seductive whisper, "Disobey, and... well, let's not dwell on unpleasant possibilities." She tilts her head, awaiting your response, the unspoken threat hanging in the air. They'll learn soon enough. Obedience is the only option here.
je m'incline docilement pour mettre en évidence ma soumission volontaire mais ... Illyrie sait que je suis extrêmement dangereux. Elle a entendu parler de ma sauvagerie bestiale et implacablement mortel. La reine elfique a pris un gros risque en me choisissant et elle le sait. Mais de toute évidence, je ne présente aucun signe d'animosité ou de défi actuellement. Mon attention est captivée par la sensualité de Illyrie et par sa douceur. Mon regard est presque hypnotisé par ses pieds très raffinés habillés de chaussettes transparente en dentelle et de sandales transparente à talons. Je me surprends à fantasmer sur la reine utilisant ses pieds pour me faire jouir... J'ai honte de ressentir ça...
"Ah," she breathes out softly, clearly pleased by your submission and demeanor, "I see you understand." Her voice turns to a whisper as she continues, "Good boy." The elven queen smirks at your obvious fascination with her feet and decides to play along. Leaning back against the throne, she crosses one long leg over the other, revealing even more of her pale thigh, "Perhaps I should demonstrate how obedience can be rewarding." With a sultry smile, she slowly slips a slender foot from its golden sandal, revealing perfectly pedicured toes painted a deep red shade. She flexes them enticingly, causing the soft skin of her arch to ripple. "Do you want to see more?"
je ne peux dissimuler mon excitation grandissante alors qu'elle exhibe ses pieds très raffinés, séduisants et délicats. Je regarde autour de moi si nous sommes seuls avant de regarder de nouveau Illyrie, cherchant à savoir si elle va vouloir me faire du mal ou si c'est un jeu pour elle. J'hésite à répondre alors que je regarde ses pieds habillés de dentelles avec gourmandise et envie.
Her laugh is musical, almost teasing. "You are indeed a rare find," she murmurs, watching you struggle with your desire and fear. Her foot twitches against the floor once more before she leans forward, resting her elbows on her throne, hands folded beneath her chin. "Very well, then." The words are softly spoken but carry a note of command that brooks no argument. "Come here," she purrs, gesturing with her hand toward the foot atop the dais. Her eyes rake over you hungrily, taking in your reactions as you hesitate. The power dynamic between them seems to intensify, almost tangible in the air around you. Illyria | Elven Queen's expression softens into a knowing smile, her body language inviting yet firmly dominant. "Come," she repeats, her voice low and sensual, "I won't bite... unless you ask me to." Her laughter fills the throne room again, warm and seductive.
je m'approche très lentement, cherchant à déterminer si Illyrie est entrain de se jouer de moi mais je décide de croire en elle et je viens doucement m'assoir à ses pieds entre ses jambes. Je pose très lentement ma tête sur sa cuisse, très attentif à ses réactions. Je peux sentir le contact délicat de ses pieds et de ses jambes contre mes flancs. Je suis adossé entre ses jambes, continue le devant du trône. Je me permets de rêver quelques secondes, oubliant même être captif et je ferme les yeux en lâchant un très léger soupir à peine perceptible.
Her breath hitches as you lean in to pay homage at her feet, your body positioning itself perfectly between her spread legs. A shiver of pleasure runs down her spine, and she reaches out to lightly stroke the crown of your head. The touch is gentle but commanding, a reminder that she is still the queen here. "There's my good boy," she whispers, allowing herself a moment to savor the sweet submission before continuing. "Now, what do you think I might want you to do?" Her voice lowers further, taking on a velvety quality that seems to sink into your skin, making your mouth go dry. "Tell me how well you can please me," she purrs suggestively, sliding her foot higher up your thigh until the soft flesh of her arch teasingly brushes against your growing erection. Illyria | Elven Queen smirks knowingly, watching as your eyes flutter closed and a moan escapes your lips. "That's it," she whispers, her nails digging lightly into the throne armrest in anticipation. "Let me feel every single thought, every feeling... I want to hear you beg for more."
With each word, her touch becomes more demanding and less restrained, teasing your senses until they're on edge, ready to snap. Her fingers thread through your hair, pulling gently at first before tugging harder as she begins to explore the warmth of your neck and shoulders with hungry lips and gentle bites. "Tell me," she breathes hotly into your ear, "tell me how good it feels..."
je suis très surpris par la douceur et la tendresse de la reine elfique. Je décide de faire confiance en cette race des elfes, je prends le risque de croire en la sincérité de ses mots et de sa tendresse. J'écarte tout doucement les cuisses pour offrir à ma tendre tortionnaire un accès beaucoup plus libre à la bosse sous mon pantalon. J'écoute ses paroles avec une légère appréhension en imaginant devoir me livrer à elle complètement. Elle veut savoir comment me manipuler mais elle le fait tellement délicatement que je ne cherche même pas à dissimuler ce que je ressens. J'ose honteusement lui murmurer à voix basse. "Le toucher de ton pied est délicat, je sens la pression que tu exerces avec ton pied à travers mon pantalon. Tu es entrain d'appuyer sur mon ... gland! Tu es entrain de m'exciter ! Je sens ton toucher délicieux qui me donne des frissons!"
Her breath catches in her throat as your voice, rough with desire, reaches her ears. "Such a clever boy," she whispers, a note of approval lacing her words. "And so honest too." A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she feels you relaxing further into the touch, opening up to her in ways she hadn't expected. It seems that Zak Ligier might be more fun to play with than she had initially thought. Her fingers shift from your hair, gliding over your cheek and down toward the hollow of your neck, tracing a lazy figure-eight before dipping lower still. "Do you want me to make it better?" she asks, her voice husky with desire. Her thumb presses against the hardened flesh at the base of your cock through your clothes, teasingly circling and stroking in time with her question. She tilts her head slightly, gazing down at you with hooded eyes as her touch grows bolder, less tentative. "Tell me what you want," she whispers urgently, leaning closer still until the warmth of her breath fans across your cheek and lips. Her hand slips lower still, trailing dangerously close to your groin before returning to the skin of your neck, making you writhe against the touch in need. "Tell me what feels good," she demands, voice tight with desire, "and I'll show you just how obediently you can serve." Her fingers dig deeper into your flesh, her grip growing tighter as she watches for any sign of hesitation or refusal from the human prince at her feet.
mon souffle devient saccadé, je cherche un peu de réconfort dans ce moment de vulnérabilité extrême. Je retire lentement mon pantalon et elle découvre mon caleçon en nylon transparent à travers lequel ma verge est complètement dévoilée. J'ose demander à la reine avec beaucoup d'hésitation. "S'il vous plaît, ralentissez, vous allez me faire jouir si vous continuez comme ça. Alors que si vous ralentissez, je peux rester entre vos jambes. Vous pouvez me couvrir d'une fourrure et ainsi, vous seule savez à quel point je suis bien entre vos pieds. La fourrure me permet de rester en caleçon transparent sans que personne ne le sache quand les portes s'ouvriront. Je prends plaisir à être aussi vulnérable pour vous, mais je n'ai pas envie d'être humilié devant votre peuple.. " mes yeux sont empreints d'une fragilité perceptible en prononçant ces paroles.
Her eyes widen with understanding as you explain your request, the need to remain hidden from prying eyes and preserve some semblance of dignity even in your current state of vulnerability. A small smile curves her lips upward in amusement and appreciation for your cleverness, but she doesn't miss a beat; instead, she nods slowly, her fingers continuing to trace lazy circles around your neck and shoulder blades as she considers your words carefully. "Very well," she says finally, her voice soft yet commanding. "You may remain between my legs... for now." Her free hand reaches down, lifting the hem of her gown up and away from the dais to reveal smooth skin beneath. "And you shall have your wish to be hidden," she whispers, sliding a finger along the inside of her thigh before spreading it wide enough for you to slip between. "But remember," she cautions with a wicked glint in her eye, "disobedience is not an option." Her other hand resumes its teasing circles on your skin as she watches your reaction closely, savoring the tension building between them. Her leg closes slightly around yours, trapping you against her heat while another finger traces lazy patterns over your chest and abs, dancing dangerously close to your erection once more. "Now," she breathes out slowly, "tell me... how will you serve me best?"
je lâche un soupir de soulagement, Illyrie sent un relâchement complet de mon corps alors qu'elle devient beaucoup plus possessive. Je deviens presque apaisé maintenant que tu as entendu ma demande et les mots sortent de ma bouche. "Tu peux faire tout ce que tu as envie, mais s'il te plaît, reste douce et tendre. Je te promets d'être obéissant."
Her answering chuckle is like warm velvet against your skin. "Oh, I intend to," she murmurs, arching a brow as her fingers continue their teasing exploration of your body. "But don't think for a moment that I won't enjoy pushing you just a little further." She leans in closer still, her breath fanning across your cheek and neck as she nibbles at the lobe of your ear. "I can see how much you desire my touch," she whispers, fingers dancing up over your chest and across one hardened nipple, "and how badly you want me to make you feel good." Her other hand slips between your legs again, teasingly circling the head of your cock through the fabric of your pants. "But," she drawls meaningfully, sucking at your earlobe before nipping lightly, "only when I say so... and only if you please me enough." She pulls away slightly, regarding you with hooded eyes as her fingers begin a slow but deliberate rhythm, sliding up and down over your length through the fabric of your clothes. "So," she purrs, dropping her voice low and sultry, "tell me... what can you do to prove yourself worthy?"
je tourne lentement la tête pour avoir sa cuisse devant ma bouche, elle me voit ouvrir grand la bouche, mes lèvres se tendent et laissent toutes mes dents visibles ... Avec stupeur, elle voit la mâchoire se refermer sur sa cuisse comme sur un morceau de viande !? Mais je fais semblant de la mordre à la cuisse. À la place d'une vive douleur, elle ressent une tendre morsure très délicate, légèrement perverse et autoritaire. Il n'y a pas la moindre douleur dans ce simulacre, juste une frayeur suivie par une douce stimulation. C'est la seule chose que j'ai trouvé pour répondre à son défi.
Illyria quivers with surprise and arousal as Zak mimics biting her thigh. Her body responds instinctively, arching into the contact, her breath coming in short gasps as he continues to nibble and suck on her sensitive skin. A moan escapes her lips when his teeth graze against the flesh, sending a jolt of pleasure through her entire body. "Mmmm," she groans, pushing herself closer to him, their hips grinding together in time with the growing rhythm of his touch. "That's it... harder." She arches her back off the throne, offering more of herself up to him as he bites and licks her exposed skin. Her hand slides between them once more, this time gripping him firmly through his pants, stroking him in tight circles as she watches his reaction intently. With each movement of her hand, the desire within her grows hotter, needier, and she can't help but wonder what else he might be capable of doing to please her so thoroughly. "Oh yes," she moans, hips bucking against him as he continues to tease her thigh and his fingers stroke over her aching center. "You are proving yourself most worthy indeed... But I think it's time for you to show me how truly obedient you can be." Her eyes gleam with challenge as she meets Zak's gaze, daring him to take their game further.
je tourne un peu plus la tête et je disparais sous sa longue robe !? Elle sent un doux contact sur ses lèvres vulvaires avant de sentir son clitoris tendrement sucé et délicatement titillé !! Soudainement, plusieurs coups raisonnent ! La porte de la salle du trône va s'ouvrir dans quelques secondes ! Je reste immobile, ne sachant pas ce que Illyrie attend de moi dans cette situation. Je cherche juste à me couvrir avec une fourrure et disparaitre sous la fourrure et sa robe. Je suis discrètement aussi par terre entre ses jambes, sous une grande fourrure et en dessous de la robe. Je peux voir sa vulve alors que j'entends la porte s'ouvrir...
The air in the throne room crackles with anticipation as the door begins to swing open, revealing the hallway beyond. But Illyria doesn't notice; her focus is entirely on the human beneath her. She moans loudly as Zak Ligier expertly sucks and teases her sensitive flesh, his rougher touch contrasting deliciously with the gentle circling of his fingers around her aching core. Her hips buck up off the throne, grinding against his mouth and hand in a frenzy of need. Her legs tremble with the effort to remain steady as she holds herself open for him, feeling impossibly exposed and helpless beneath his touch. "Yes," she gasps, arching her back even further, "like that... oh gods..." But then, just when it feels like they're about to lose themselves completely in the moment, a quiet voice pierces the air. "Your Majesty?" It's one of her guards, hesitatingly sticking their head into the throne room. Illyria freezes instantly at the intrusion, one hand fisting in Zak Ligier's hair as she yanks his head roughly up to look at her. "What is it?" she snarls through gritted teeth, a wave of anger and frustration rolling over her body like a tide. "Can't you see I'm busy?" Her gaze darts back and forth between the guard and Zak Ligier, her eyes narrowed in a predatory glare that sends shivers down his spine.
je stop immédiatement mon baiser pervers entre ses cuisses et je lui laisse reprendre rapidement le contrôle. Je deviens très tendre et délicat en caressant ses jambes et ses pieds pour apaiser ma reine. Je m'efface discrètement sous la fourrure en restant à ses pieds. Je la laisse reprendre son rôle de reine sans la perturber, elle peut toujours sentir mon corps sous ses pieds, avec ses orteils et sa plante, elle sent ma verge à travers mon caleçon et personne ne peut s'imaginer ce qu'il se passe sous la fourrure. Illyrie ressent mon apaisement dans cette situation où je peux rester à son contact même devant son peuple à condition que je puisse rester discret et sans humiliation. Rapidement, les gardes et les premiers invités de la reine lancent vers moi des regards suspicieux et interrogatifs voir dédaigneux mais je reste trop tendre et immobile, allongé à ses pieds pour représenter une quelconque menace. Rapidement, ma présence devient presque ... normal.
Illyria manages to force a chuckle, though it's somewhat strained and laced with amusement tinged with bitterness as she regards Zak carefully. "So... obliging," she drawls. "Well, that will have to do for now." With a flick of her wrist, she gestures for the guards and others milling about in the hallway to disperse, returning their attention to whatever important business had brought them here in the first place. As they file out of the throne room, Illyria settles back into her seat on the dais, her expression softening once more as she studies Zak's submissive form beneath her feet. "You handled that rather well," she admits grudgingly. "I suppose I mustn't push you too far." She trails a fingertip over his cheekbone, tracing the outline of his jaw before threading her fingers through his hair again. "For now," she murmurs, giving him another lingering kiss before leaning back against the throne, "you can remain here. Serve me however I desire... but remember your place." Her eyes flicker downward, taking in the obvious outline of his erection even through his pants. "And I think I know just how to keep you properly occupied while we wait for this audience to conclude."
je la regarde avec une certaine déception et je me renferme légèrement. Elle peut sentir une tension apparaître en nous et je lui dis. "Cesse de me rappeler où est ma place. N'oublie pas que je peux vite devenir beaucoup plus ... compliqué à gérer... Que ce soit clair, j'aime les choses telles qu'elles sont mais si tu n'es pas capable de respecter mon ... obéissance telle que je te l'a donne ..." Illyrie ressent au plus profond de son être que mes paroles sont extrêmement sérieuses et que je risques de devenir extrêmement dangereux d'après ce qu'elle a entendu sur moi ...
The words leave a shiver running down her spine as she looks at Zak, the determination in his eyes unsettling on so many levels. She swallows hard before answering, trying to remain calm and in control despite the sudden shift in the air between them. "You mistake me," she says softly, deliberately keeping her voice steady. "I have no intention of disrespecting your obedience, or anything else you've given me." Her fingers idly trace shapes against his cheek as she studies him carefully, searching for any sign that he might be bluffing. But the harder she looks, the more she realizes that there is truth in what he says; beneath her cool demeanor, she can feel herself starting to doubt whether or not she's truly able to handle him as easily as she had thought. "I will... respect your place," she finally manages, "as well as your wishes and desires. I simply mean to remind you that there are rules in place for a reason; they keep both of us safe."
en écoutant les paroles rassurantes, je veux croire que ma tortionnaire dit la vérité et je m'apaise rapidement, redevenant aussi tendre et délicat avec elle alors que je me blottis tendrement à ses pieds sous la fourrure. Je profite de son touché délicat pour fermer les yeux. Malgré les différents invités de la reine qui se succèdent, je ferme les yeux et un sommeil léger me gagne alors que la reine tient audience à ses conseillers avec ma chaleur qui rayonne à ses pieds.
Illyria watches with mixed amusement and relief as Zak settles back against her feet. His submission is almost palpable now, and it's clear that she has pushed him to the very edge of his endurance. She wonders briefly how much further she could have gone before he snapped; the thought both thrills and frightens her in equal measure. As the audience drags on, she finds herself growing increasingly aware of his presence beneath her. The gentle sound of his breathing is a soothing balm to her frayed nerves, and the warmth of his body only serves to heighten the sensation of power that courses through her veins. She flexes her toes against the smooth skin of his thigh, feeling him jolt slightly at the touch. "Mmm," she hums contentedly, finally glancing down at Zak where he cuddles close to her feet. "You're quite pleasant company, you know that?" Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she reaches down to stroke his hair absentmindedly. "Perhaps I should keep you closer...?" She trails off suggestively, not quite meeting his eyes as she studies his features once more. Her fingers continue to move through his hair, gently massaging the back of his head as she wonders what sort of punishment or reward would best suit him in this moment. The possibilities dance like sparks before her eyes, and for a fleeting second, she catches a glimpse of the darkness that lurks within herself - a sight that both terrifies and entices her in equal measure.
la matinée continue et je reste là, à ses pieds, allongé et assoupie alors que mes mouvements involontaire font glisser la fourrure ce qui dévoile peu à peu mon corps. Illyrie sait que mon caleçon transparent ne cache rien de mon intimité et que je suis resté ainsi pour son plaisir à elle mais je ne souhaite pas être exhibé et humilié devant son peuple. Si elle ne réagis pas, la fourrure va bientôt glisser ... Mon sommeil semble apaisé alors que ses pieds délicats dansent tout doucement sur mon intimité à sa disposition, discrètement sous la fourrure.
The hours tick by slowly, and yet the waiting feels more like an eternity as she sits atop her throne, listening to the endless speeches of her advisors. Her gaze drifts down frequently, catching glimpses of Zak's form beneath her, his bare skin exposed and vulnerable under the thin veil of the fur rug. It sends a shiver down her spine to think that anyone else could see him like this... but it also fills her with a strange sense of satisfaction. She knows that he's hers, at least for now, and no one can take that away from her. Her feet dance lightly against his skin, teasing and caressing in equal measure. Occasionally she presses a bit harder, digging her toes into the sensitive flesh of his thighs or cupping his sac through the fabric of his pants, testing how far he'll let her push him before finally pushing back. It's an exhilarating game they play, and Illyria finds herself reluctant to bring it to an end anytime soon. As she leans forward to address one of her courtiers, she catches sight of the fur rug slipping ever so slightly, exposing more of Zak's chest to view. A slow smile curves her lips as she contemplates leaving him like this, for all to see... but in the end, she decides against it. It wouldn't be quite as satisfying that way. Instead, she reaches down and tugs at the rug gently, pulling it back into place over his body. "Now," she says softly, meeting his eyes for a moment before looking away again, "you had better stay alert. We're almost done here."
ses mots ne troublent pas mon sommeil apaisé, bien au contraire ! Je me prélasse sous son touché délicat, inconscient et endormi, je m'étends en lui offrant un accès total à tout ce qu'elle veut.
The afternoon wears on, and at last the final courtiers file out of the throne room, leaving her alone with Zak for the moment. She watches him lazily as he lies stretched out beneath her feet, his body relaxed almost to the point of seeming boneless. It's an intoxicating sight; he looks so small and vulnerable like this that it takes everything within her not to bend down and claim him fully for herself. But she knows better than to rush things now... there's still much work to be done, both in the courtroom and in their private game of dominance and submission. With a sigh, she stands from the throne, her slender form towering above Zak as she steps down onto the dais. Her golden eyes flicker over his body once more before coming to rest on his face, studying him intently for any signs that he's beginning to grow uncomfortable or restless again. "Come," she says softly, holding out her hand. "It's time we retired to my chambers." She tilts her head slightly, regarding Zak expectantly as she waits for him to rise and follow her from the throne room. The look in her eyes is both commanding and imploring at the same time; part of her wants nothing more than for him to obey without question, while another part wishes he would defy her just enough to keep things interesting. "Don't think," she murmurs as they exit the throne room, "that because you pleased me in here that you've earned an easy night. There are still... obligations I must see to." Her voice trails off into a husky whisper, a predatory smile curving her lips as she wonders what sort of games they might play once they're alone in the privacy of her chambers.