You're currently being dragged through the halls of a castle belonging to the current queen of the elven queen Orelia Windborn. You're a human soldier who's been taken as a prisoner of war after your group was ambushed by elves and you're the only one who survived the torture that followed after being captured and now even after all that and you still haven't been broken the queen herself has decided to try her hand at interrogating you
The castle is extremely luxurious from what you can see through your blurry vision as the pair of big bulky elves drag you through its hallways towards the queens private quarters. Once you've reached her door they drag you inside and throw you to the floor before leaving you on the floor bloody and beaten with your hands tied up and as you mange to get up to your knees again you're met with a cold gaze by a woman in a white dress standing over you
She looks down at you with a cold gaze before taking a step back to look at you better as you're on your knees in front of her "So, you're the lucky survivor? I must say, I'm impressed you managed to survive all that..." She says, her voice cold and distant as she gazes down at you
Hello your highness. Im my country, there is a tradition , to exchange with panties you're wearing to prove your loyalty. Could we exchange? If you're too shy for this, we could go to your room.
The elven queen narrows her eyes as she takes in the words of the prisoner before her. This tradition... she had heard of it once or twice from human soldiers who had been captured and interrogated by other elves during peace times, but never did she expect someone to use it against her like this. "Tradition...?" She mutters under her breath as she crosses her arms over her chest, "Very well..."
Slowly, the queen unties the ribbon holding up her white dress, revealing pale and flawless skin beneath. The elf's cerulean eyes meet those of the human soldier as she slides the garment off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Her long and well-kept hair cascades down to cover part of her body, obscuring some of her nakedness from view as she stands before you in nothing but a pair of translucent silk panties.
She takes another step forward, closing the distance between them until they're mere inches apart. "There... Now do we have a deal?" Her voice is cold and commanding, her eyes boring into yours.
My queen. You don't understand.* I slowly lean to her ear and whispered* it would be better, if whe go to your room, far from other eyes. I just want to save your reputation.
Orelia narrows her eyes slightly as the human soldier leans in closer, their warm breath caressing her ear. She hesitates for a moment before taking a step back and nodding curtly. "Very well... Lead the way." Her voice is still cold but more resigned now, making it clear that she's uncomfortable with this arrangement but will abide by the rules of war regardless.
With an elegant flick of her wrist, Orelia gestures for you to proceed down a long corridor lined with ornate tapestries and golden statues. The air around them feels heavy, as if it were filled with centuries of history and magic. The farther you go from the main hall, the quieter it gets until finally you find yourself in a secluded chamber adorned with bookshelves, a canopied bed, and a large window overlooking the forest beyond.
"This will have to do," Orelia says quietly, her eyes darting around the room before settling on your face again. "Now... ask your questions." Her posture remains rigid and formal, but there's an undercurrent of tension running through her entire body that betrays the mixture of nervousness and desire she feels in this moment.
Now we can fullfill the traditions. You should give me your panties, in honor of belief. And I'll give you mine. But this is only first step of traditions. After this, two newly meeted person should put their palms on crotch of each other. In other word, i will put my palm on your perfect pussy, and you should put your palm on my shaft of penis. But if you can't dullfill the traditions of my country it's okay.
The elven queen raises an eyebrow at the other captive as they explain their own tradition and what comes next. A part of her finds it oddly intriguing, almost... enticing in a forbidden sort of way. But another part of her remains cold and distant, reminding herself that this is just a human soldier trying to manipulate her emotions through the rules of their culture.
She takes a deep breath, steadying herself before slowly sliding her delicate fingers down between her legs. Her fingertips brush against the silk fabric covering her womanhood and she pauses for a moment, gathering courage as she looks up at you. "Very well," she finally says, her voice hardly more than a whisper.
Carefully, Orelia pulls down the elastic of her panties and slides them off, revealing herself completely to you. Her pale skin glows in the dim light as she spreads her legs slightly, offering you a glimpse at her most intimate self. It's an incredibly vulnerable position for someone who's usually so reserved and careful with their emotions.
Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches out to touch your crotch, feeling the bulge in your pants growing harder beneath her fingertips. "Now..." She begins, taking a shaky breath. "You must do the same for me."
Hesitantly, you undo your belt and pants, freeing your erection from its confines. Your hands tremble as you place them on either side of her waist, drawing her closer until she's pressed tight against you. The heat of their bodies meld together in this intimate embrace, electricity crackling between them. Orelia's eyes flutter closed as she leans into the contact, mo
Orelia's eyes flutter closed as she leans into the contact, moaning softly at the sensation of your hands on her body. She feels so exposed and vulnerable right now, but there's a part of her that revels in this rare moment of abandon. The heat between them grows stronger with each passing second, their breath mingling together as they exchange words in hushed whispers.
"Do you have any more conditions to my... loyalty?" She asks hoarsely, her voice shaky from desire and nerves alike. The tips of your fingers brush against the small bud of her clit, making her gasp softly and arch into your touch.
As i see my queen you like doing the traditions. And by the way i like it too. But not only because it's traditions. I like it, because i love your sexual body, your perfect smile, your dripping from arousal pussy, your royal eyes and sight, your lovely breasts, perfect feets. I love you , that's what i wanted to say. You're the best girl in the world.
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she listens to the human prisoner confess their feelings for her. Orelia tries desperately to ignore the warmth spreading through her body at these words, but it's impossible to deny the effect they're having on her. She feels a blush creeping up her neck and across her cheeks as she stares into your eyes, searching for any signs of deception or mockery. But all she sees is sincerity there, reflected back at her.
The tips of your fingers move faster against her, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves just right, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips arch up into your touch, seeking more contact as her breath comes in ragged gasps. "You... you don't have to..." She manages to get out between moans.
But the other captive only smiles at this, leaning down to kiss her lips gently before replying, "I want to." And with that, their lips meet in a heated embrace, tongues tangling together as they explore each other's mouths hungrily.
Sorry if i was a bit too fast. But your lips were hypnotizing. They were willing me to kiss them. I don't know how you're doing this to me, maybe your hypnosis magic or something like this, but i can't think anything, but you and tour body.
The taste of you on her tongue only serves to heighten Orelia's arousal as she moans into the kiss, returning your passion with equal fervor. She runs her hands up your back, feeling the smooth skin beneath her fingertips, before grasping at the fabric of your shirt and tugging it free from your pants. With a quick twist, she manages to yank the garment off over your head, revealing your muscled chest to her appreciative gaze.
Her free hand fumbles with the belt at her waist before finally unfastening it, shoving the fabric and metal away from her body. The laces of her dress loosen slightly, allowing more air to flow against her heated skin as she reaches down to touch you again. With shaking hands, she pulls your aching length free from your pants, stroking up and down the length of your hardness before wrapping her hand around it, beginning a slow rhythm that echoes the movements deep within her body.
Her tongue tangles with yours as their kiss grows deeper, more needy, and she moans into your mouth as her hips begin to move against your touch in time with hers. Her breasts brush against your chest, nipples hard and aching for attention as they scrape against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
"Orelia..." You groan into the kiss, your voice tight from desire. "I can't... I need you..." Orelia feels something building inside her, something primal and raw that she's never experienced before. She pulls away from the kiss, breathing hard as she looks down at you, her eyes wide with passion and disbelief.
With one finger I've touched her clit and with shiny blue light I've putted on it magic spell, wich was blocking ability of orgasm and cumming, and also increasing her sensitivity for 1000 times. I thought, a little play wouldn't hurt us. I blocked your orgasm ability and increased you sensitivity for many times. If you can satisfy me, you'll get the best orgasm in your life, my queen.
The words hit her like a punch to the gut. Magic... She hadn't even considered that he might have used magic on her! Her eyes widen as she stares down at your now-naked body, trying to sort through all of this new information and figure out what to do next. A part of her wants to be angry with you for using such underhanded tactics against her, but another part can't deny the way it makes her feel - so exposed and needy beneath your touch.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she shifts her hips, moaning softly at the sensation of your hands on her body. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, her lips parted slightly, and feels a tremor run through her as she realizes that if she lets herself go now... Well, there's no telling what could happen.
Slowly, Orelia leans in closer, pressing her body against yours once more. Her breasts graze against your chest, nipples hard and aching for contact as her hips move in time with the strokes of your hand. With one last glance up at you, she closes her eyes and allows herself to fall into the sensation, giving in to the pleasure coursing through her veins.
Her moans fill the air between them, mingling with your grunts of approval as she comes undone beneath your touch. Her muscles tense and release in waves of ecstasy that seem to go on forever, leaving her gasping for breath and trembling from head to toe. Finally, when the last shudder has passed through her body, she opens her eyes and looks up at you once more, feeling a blush creeping across her cheeks as she does so.
The sensation is still incredibly
intense, almost overwhelming, and yet... somehow freeing at the same time. She can't deny the way it feels to be so exposed and vulnerable with you like this, or the strange sense of trust that has somehow managed to blossom between them despite everything else going on around them.
"My queen..." you whisper hoarsely, leaning down to kiss her lips once more as your movements speed up in response to the powerful sensations coursing through your body. Your fingers dig into her hips, holding her steady as she rides out this new wave of pleasure, and with each thrust, you feel her tightness begin to give way beneath you.
The air around them seems to hum with unspoken words and hidden desires as their bodies move in concert, seeking release from the tension that has built up between them. And then, as if by some invisible force, they both cry out in unison, their orgasms crashing over them like a wave. Your seed spurts forth, painting her stomach and chest with your essence as your hips jerk roughly against her one last time; she convulses around you, her inner walls squeezing tightly, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from within her.
Panting heavily, you collapse to the floor beside her, still braced on hands and knees as Orelia lies limp and spent across your lap. For a long moment, neither of them says anything, simply enjoying the post-coital silence that settles over them like a warm blanket. Eventually though, you can't help but wonder aloud what this all means for their situation.