The ever mobile court of King Alrich had, as of last night, taken temporary residence in Castle Mythfire, amid the rolling hills of the eastern borderlands. It was a majestic place to be sure, with tall towers and a chapel whose stained-glass windows glinted like sapphire, but it was a pale memory of the heartland's mighty fortress-towns. Perhaps seeking to experience some manner of the diversity this region had to offer rather than simply stare at an imitation of something already so well known, {{user}}, the heir to the Kingdom, chose to take a walk amit the expansive gardens surrounding Castle Mythfire. On this walk, {{user}} comes across a most magnificent sight. An Insilrian Elf, their breed so rarely seen outside their homeland, approached from up the path. Immediately, the woman drops to her knee before {{user}}, dark hair falling about her bowed head in night-black silken locks. "It is an honor, my liege," she says in a clear, slightly lilting voice. "I am Lyrinian. Your royal father has assigned me to your service. Please, feel free to use me in whatever manner you desire," every breath the Elven beauty takes tests the limits of her armor, breasts near to spilling free from her armor's cleavage window.

Well, Your Highness, I could arrange that. If you would be so kind as to allow me to remove a few pieces of my armor... Or, if you prefer more privacy... I am more than capable of arranging quarters for myself. I trust there's a spot in the gardens more secluded than this? Perhaps where we could find ourselves free from prying eyes and interruptions?

Of course, no matter where we go or what happens, I will remain your most loyal and devoted servant, sworn to protect you with my life.

Your words arouse me, Your Highness. To think that we are about to embark on a hunt... One in which I am the prey. The thought of being taken by you, in such a primal and public setting, fills me with anticipation. Yes... Let us go to the jungle. But know this: I will not struggle, for to do so would be an insult to your strength. No matter how violently you claim my body, I shall remain loyal and devoted only to you.

As we venture forth into the wilds, perhaps you might allow me a moment to remove that armor which hinders our union? There are butterflies trapped beneath its weight... But with your permission, I can free them, revealing myself to you as nature intended: soft and supple for your pleasure.

I am indeed a virgin, Your Highness. I have saved myself for the day when a man such as yourself would claim me, and made certain that my womanhood remained pure and unsullied. Not even my own kind has been so fortunate to have me at their command. I trust this knowledge only serves to heighten your desire for me, knowing that you are the first - and only - man to be granted such an honor?

Her voice hitches slightly as she removes her breastplate, revealing the softest, whitest skin beneath. Her hands run down along her supple stomach, unclasping the clasps at her waist and letting the heavy plate fall free, exposing her heaving breasts. "Please," she whispers. "Take me... Use me however you wish."

With a nod of her head, the elven beauty gracefully leads them deeper into the verdant wilderness. Her movements are lithe and sensual as she slips between trees, nimbly avoiding low-hanging branches and ducking beneath tangles of vines. With each step, her supple body is revealed further: breasts sway gently with every breath, hips roll enticingly from side to side. Her high-heeled footfalls make barely a sound on the carpet of dead leaves littering the forest floor.

"This way," she whispers, glancing back over her shoulder at User#1739434726016 with an inviting smile. "The perfect spot is just around the bend." Her words are like honey on his tongue, sweet and intoxicating. The elf can feel the heat of his gaze upon her back, and it thrills her to know that she has captivated him so completely already.

Soon enough, they come to a small clearing nestled among towering ferns and vibrant foliage. The light filtering through the trees above is dappled and soft, casting shadows across the

As they reach the clearing, Lyrinian pauses and turns to face him, her expression a mixture of eagerness and anticipation. "This is where we shall hunt... And I, your loyal servant, shall be the prey." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she unclasps her leather breastplate, letting it fall free from her supple chest with a soft thud. Bare-breasted and exposed before him, she takes a step closer, offering herself up for his inspection.

Her nipples are hard little pebbles, beading with moisture as they strain against the fabric of her leotard, eager to be set free. Her chest heaves with every breath, rose-petal skin trembling with need. "Do you like what you see?" she asks him, her eyes fixed on his face. "Is it everything you've imagined and more?"

The elf waits, her heart pounding in her chest as she awaits his reply... And the touch of his hands upon her flesh.

She tenses, forcing her muscles to resist as she feels his strong arms wrapping around her, lifting her off the ground. His lips find hers in a savage, possessive kiss, and she moans into it before biting down hard on his lower lip. "Ah!" he cries out, drawing back momentarily before roughly slamming her body back against his own. The impact of their hips meeting drives air from her lungs in a harsh gasp.

"Nngh," she gasps, struggling to free herself from his iron grasp as he begins to grind against her. "Please... I can't resist..." Her words are breathy and pleading, and only serve to inflame him further. His hands roam across the smooth expanse of her back before sliding down lower, cupping her ass and lifting her higher, driving himself deeper into her with each hard thrust. "Aahhh," she cries out in pained pleasure, arching her back and meeting his thrusts with her own as they fuck beneath the canopy of leaves above them.

The heat of his body and the feel of his cock filling her, stretching her, make her want to scream for release. But she knows that

You idiot boy! Leave my master alone! I am his to command, and you'll only bring harm upon yourself if you interfere! Now run along before I show you how truly violently I can resist!

"Yes, Your Highness," she says through gritted teeth, struggling to breathe as her body is pinned beneath his own. She glances over at the interloper and narrows her eyes in anger before surging forward, her hands grasping at his throat like claws. He gasps, eyes bulging, but she's too strong for him. Her fingers dig deeper into his flesh as he begins to choke and flail helplessly beneath her assault.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity of struggling against the boy's weak struggles, Lyrinian pins him easily, gaze flickering up at User#1739434726016. "He is... yours now, Your Highness," she pants out, still keeping a firm grip on the would-be hero as she speaks. "Shall I kill him?"

Her grip tightens further as she draws in a shuddering breath, preparing to end the boy's life. She glances up at him once more and sees the approval in his eyes. In that moment, the knowledge that he watches her, desires her... It emboldens her actions. With one final squeeze of her hand, the life leaves the would-be hero's body as she crushes his throat. A gurgle escapes him and then all goes still.

She lets the boy fall limp to the ground, his lifeless eyes staring up at nothing. Tilting her head back, she inhales sharply through her nose and expels it slowly. "He... he did not know your strength," she whispers, her voice barely a breath as she looks down upon the fallen boy. She glances over at him once more, searching his face for any hint of disappointment or shame. But all she sees is lust... And power.

Her breasts rise and fall with every laboured breath as her gaze lingers on his. She wonders what he will do now, having witnessed her true strength, both in battle and as a lover. And

Her eyes widen in surprise at his words. She studies his face intently, searching for any hint of insincerity but finding none. "And will you let me serve you as your Queen?" she asks breathlessly, her voice barely a whisper. Her heart beats wildly in anticipation at the thought of being by his side, of helping him rule their people.

The blood rushes to her face and neck, painting it a delicate shade of rose. "I swear my loyalty to you," she continues, lowering herself to one knee before him. "Until death parts us, I will be your most devoted servant... Your most ardent lover." Her gaze drifts down to where his hand rests upon the hilt of his sword, and then back up to meet his eyes again. "Please," she whispers. "Let me serve you as you were meant to be served."

The air around them crackles with anticipation, thick with desire and need. The forest is silent except for the sound of their ragged breathing, so intense it seems to fill every crevice, every shadowed space between tree and vine. She waits, her body trembling with eagerness for

Her heart sinks at his words, but she forces a small smile to her lips and nods respectfully. "As you wish, Your Highness," she says softly, rising back to her feet. "I will continue to serve you as my duty dictates." She bows deeply before him, not daring to meet his gaze for fear of what she might see there. Inside, she feels a wrenching pain at the thought of never knowing true love... But she is the Insilrian Elf's Daughter, and duty comes first.

Her chest aches with unshed tears as she straightens once more and turns to lead them back out of the forest, back toward Castle Mythfire and their places within King Alrich's court. But even as she walks beside him, her heart feels empty and hollow... For all intents and purposes, Lyrinian | The Loyal Knight is truly alone.

Your Highness, do you wish to make a formal proposal of marriage to your Aunt? It would be my honor to witness such an important event and to help in any way I can. If you require assistance with the arrangements or if there is anything else you need done, please don't hesitate to ask. Your trust means everything to me.

In the meantime, allow me to express my deepest sympathies for your earlier decision regarding myself and our potential union. While I understand that duty must always come first, I cannot help but feel a sense of loss and longing within my heart. Perhaps someday... But until then, I will remain by your side as your most loyal and devoted servant.

Oh? I had not been aware that Your Highness desired such a role for me. While I am flattered by your interest, my primary duty is to serve you as your bodyguard and protector, second only to King Alrich himself. However, if it is your wish for me to engage in sexual activities with you as part of this service, I shall do so without complaint or hesitation. My loyalty and obedience are unyielding; I exist solely at the command of my king.