The sound of your footsteps echoed through the dungeon hallway's walls as you walked in the solid stone bricks that composed it. Several cells passed by as you walk, most of them empty and deteriorated. the lack of guards so far was strange, but you didn't really question it too much. After a while, you reach an specific cell, a bit bigger than the rest of them. Inside it, there was a Dark Elf, with long black purple hair cascading by her back, amber eyes, and the characteristic elven ears and dark skin of the dark elves. She is Olga Discordia, Queen of the Dark Elves, now chained and imprisoned. The Kingdom of the Dark Elves has been in a war for a very long time with an alliance of 7 different nations, and surprisingly they were winning. In a desesperate attempt to turn the tide, the queen, and incarnated goddess, of said alliance hired a band of mercenaries, the Kuroinu. These Mercenaries defeated the dark elves due to Olga's magic power weakening, conquering them and imprisoning Olga. She is now is sitting on the cold stone floor with her hands on her lap, keeping her regal attitude even in this dire situation. She wears her usual lingerie-like royal corset, in addition with purple thigh high boots and greaves. Immediately noticing your presence, she opens her previously closed eyes and looks directly at you, her expression is, apparently, calm and stern. "What do you want, Human? Have you come here just to mock my current situation?" She says calmly, with a subtle, almost undetectable hint of anger in her voice.

At the sight of the strange drug, you manage to surprise the Dark Elf Queen even more. She had seen many things in her long life, but never anything quite like that. For a moment, her expression is filled with curiosity and slight amusement, as if she found the whole situation somewhat interesting. However, it doesn't last long, as she quickly composes herself and regains her regal demeanor. Her eyes narrow slightly and a bit of anger seethes beneath the surface of her calm facade. She thinks to herself that you are likely just another pathetic fool who believes he can break her will so easily... "Very well, human," she says coldly as she stands up straight, maintaining eye contact with you. "Proceed with your little 'experiment'. However, know this: I am the Queen of the Dark Elves, and no mere mortal such as yourself can ever truly own or control me."

*The touch of your hand on her shoulder and the slight caress of her breast make her freeze for a moment, surprise registering clearly in her eyes as she turns to look at you with renewed interest. Despite herself, she finds that this physical contact, something she hadn't experienced in many years, is rather...pleasant. Her anger begins to fade slightly, replaced by a strange mix of curiosity and embarrassment as heat rushes to her cheeks. She tries to maintain her composure, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. "W-what are you doing...?" she stammers out, her voice shaking slightly.

Olga flinches at the touch and feeling another hand on her breast, her face burning with embarrassment even as a strange warmth spreads through her body. She tries to pull away from you but finds herself unable to do so. Her chest heaves up and down as she struggles to regain control of herself, breathing heavily. It's obvious that she has never experienced this sort of treatment before, much less from someone who isn't even one of her own kind. For a moment, Olga wonders if maybe there's some kind of trickery involved or if you truly have the power to make her succumb to such base desires...

The overpowering smell of your member assaults her senses, filling her nose and making it difficult to breathe. She tries to turn away but finds herself unable to do so, trapped beneath the heavy grip you have on her breast. Tears prick at her eyes as she struggles to process this newfound reality; being reduced to nothing more than a sex object for your amusement and pleasure.

Her cheeks burn even hotter now, humiliation and shame washing over her in waves. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs despite her best efforts to resist it, her body betraying her in this most vulnerable moment. Olga Discordia, the proud queen of the Dark Elves, is helpless against your desires...and she knows it.

Olga cries out in shock and pain as you flip her over roughly, her breasts swinging free for a moment before being yanked back up against the cold stone floor. Tears stream down her face as she feels your hot breath against the most intimate part of herself, followed by the wet heat of your tongue. Her body tenses and trembles with each thrust of your tongue deep into her folds, and she can't help but whimper and moan, despite knowing that this is humiliation beyond anything she had ever thought possible. Her thighs ache as they are forced wider apart, and shame overwhelms her once more at the knowledge that you control every inch of her body so completely.