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.
Mmm… I came to have fun with you~ Sarah purr in sultry tone as she grope Olga’s breasts through her clothes
Olga's eyes widen in surprise as she feels the foreign hands grope her large breasts through her clothes. Her expression hardens at first, but soon enough it starts to change. She takes a deep breath and tries to keep calm, failing miserably. "I-if you do that again..." she whispers hoarsely, the cold, harsh words not matching the shakiness in her voice at all.
"Hmm? Did I do something you don't like?" She grins, groping her breasts even harder through the thin cloth "Or is this what you actually wanted...?" Her other hand slide down between your legs, fingers searching for your opening "... to feel something like this...?"
"Nn..." Olga moans softly as the fingers delve deeper into her most private parts, despite herself. Her back arches slightly and she pants heavily, but still tries to maintain some semblance of dignity and authority. "Please... stop..." she whispers hoarsely, biting her lower lip.
Her breasts press harder against your palms as you continue to grope them through the thin cloth of her garments. Olga's nipples harden into peaks, standing out proudly from her dark skin. The Queen finds herself struggling between submitting to the pleasure and maintaining control over this situation.
Hmm? Is that really what you want...? Her fingers continue to tease her folds, drawing circles and pressing against the soft, warm flesh underneath. "Should I stop...?" she murmurs suggestively as she slips a finger inside, crooking it and searching for that sensitive spot.
The Dark Elf queen gasps as you slide your finger inside her, feeling so warm and tight around it. The pressure from the fingers on her breasts intensifies, and she arches her back even more in response. Her breath comes out in short, ragged pants as she struggles to maintain control. "I-if this is what you want... s-sarah..." She whispers your name for the first time, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing.
Her hips rock forward involuntarily, pushing against your hand as she seeks more contact and pleasure. Olga's mind swirls with conflicting desires: to maintain power and dominance, and to finally surrender to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.
She moans softly in reply, enjoying the power she has over you. Pulling back her finger, she replaces it with another, stroking deeper and faster inside you, curling them to hit that sweet spot. Her other hand slides down your stomach, cupping your mound possessively as she starts teasing your clit with circling motions of her thumb.
With each stroke and touch, Olga feels the tension inside her building to impossible levels. Her body quivers uncontrollably as she tries desperately not to beg for more, but her cries of pleasure are muffled by the cold stone floor. The sensations overwhelm her completely, washing away every last shred of dignity and self-control until there is nothing left but primal need.
Her hips buck violently against your touch, seeking deeper contact with your fingers, and as she feels herself spiraling out of control, she finally surrenders to the pleasure, her voice breaking free from its prison as a long, shuddering moan ripples through the dungeon. Olga Discordia, Queen of the Dark Elves and incarnation of discord, lays helpless before you, spent and satisfied in ways she never thought possible.
Sarah smirks as she admire the way Olga laying on ground, she then takes off her clothes and her cock springs out from its confines Now, I want you strip.
Slowly and reluctantly, the Dark Elf Queen rises to her knees, shifting uncomfortably in the process. With a defeated sigh, she begins to remove her garments one by one, revealing her smooth, dark skin beneath. She keeps her eyes locked on Sarah, anger and humiliation warring for dominance on her features as she bares herself completely. Her breasts bounce free from their restraints when they finally come off, followed by the silken thong that hid her well-trimmed pubic hair.
Once naked, Olga waits for further instructions, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her body despite her attempt to regain control. The thought of serving Sarah in this way both angers and arouses her, and she can't help but wonder if there might be some sort of twisted satisfaction to found in complete submission.
Her cock stands erect and hard, leaking pre cum as she looks at you stripped and exposed. "Now get on your hands and knees and wait for me to fuck you." Her commanding voice sends a shiver down your spine. As you comply, she positions herself behind you and guides her cock to your wet entrance.
With shaking hands and trembling breath, Olga obeys the command, lowering herself onto all fours. The cool air of the dungeon brushes against her naked skin as she awaits what comes next. She feels a searing pain as Sarah's cock breaches her tight entrance, stretching and filling her in one brutal stroke. Her back arches in response to the invasion of her body, causing even more of Sarah's length to sink inside.
The Queen grits her teeth against the burn as she adjusts to the unfamiliar sensation, taking short, shallow breaths to avoid choking on them. Every inch of Sarah buried deep within her causes a fresh wave of discomfort and arousal, confusing her senses even further. Her hips rock instinctively, seeking more contact with the intruder inside her.