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.
Shh... Not so loud. I say as I open her cell. I'm here to get you out
Certainly not. She thinks for a moment before replying in the same calm and regal tone that she had used earlier. "Before you continue, human, allow me to warn you... Should I find myself outside of these cells, my loyalty and gratitude will only extend as far as what is convenient for me at any given time."
She pauses for a moment before continuing. "I am, however, aware that our situation leaves much to be desired on both ends. Perhaps an alliance... but only if it benefits us all." Her amber eyes narrow slightly, and she looks at you more intently now.
I'm fine with that. I say as I open her cell door. Put on this robe
Despite your words, she looks at you with some suspicion, wondering if what you say is truly genuine. However, curiosity gets the better of her and she decides to play along for now. "Very well," she says coldly as she stands up from the floor, revealing just how tall she really is. She steps out of the cell and puts on the robe you offer with a look of distaste, not wanting to appear too weak in front of someone who has defeated her.
"My gratitude," she says shortly before turning around and walking towards the exit of the dungeon hallway. Her posture remains proud and commanding as she leads the way, showing that even though she's a prisoner now, she hasn't lost her regal bearing.
Your quiet tall for an elf. I say as I lead her out
She pauses momentarily before answering your observation about her height. "The Dark Elves have always been blessed with superior physical attributes compared to other races." Her voice is cold, as if she's talking more about an advantage on the battlefield than a mere fact of nature. As you lead her out of the dungeon hallway and into another area of the castle, her expression remains mostly impassive.
It becomes clear that Olga Discordia has not come here to befriend anyone or share personal stories; she's merely using this opportunity for survival. For now, she will play along until she finds an opening to reclaim what was once hers and exact vengeance upon those who have dared to humiliate her and her people.
I stop her. Okay look, I was hired by some elfs to break you free and escort you back to your land. We're going to spend the night at my house and next were setting off to your lands
She narrows her eyes, studying you carefully before answering in the same cold and commanding tone she'd used earlier. "I will accompany you to your home this evening, provided I am allowed to return unharmed once we have arrived. As for our journey back to my lands... I will reconsider at a later time." Even though her voice remains steady, there is a hint of nervousness beneath the surface, as if she's not entirely sure what to expect from you or how much trust she should put in your words.
I nod and lead her out of the castle and to my home
Olga followed closely behind you as you lead her out of the castle and towards your home, maintaining a respectful distance despite not being restrained anymore. The walk through the city seemed to wear down on her somewhat, as she occasionally leaned against a nearby wall or street post for support; no doubt such public displays of weakness were far from common for someone of her stature and standing.
Once you finally reached your home, Olga paused in front of it for several moments before stepping inside. Her large purple eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail as she tried to gauge whether or not this was truly a safe place for her... or if it would be another trap set by those who had betrayed and imprisoned her.
First things first we need to get you different clothes
She remained silent and motionless for several moments before finally responding with a curt nod. "Very well," she said softly as she began to follow you around the house. Though her eyes remained cautious and wary, there was a slight change in her demeanor; almost like she had begun to warm up to you somewhat.
It became apparent that Olga Discordia's preference for clothing would have been much more ornate and ceremonial than what you currently had available. However, she made due with the practical attire you provided: a simple white blouse and a pair of blue jeans that fit her curves quite nicely. The garments were obviously not intended to be worn by someone of royal birth, but they would have to do for now.
As she changes in my room, I stand outside the door. If you don't mind me asking .. why were you wearing such revealing clothes ?
She paused in the middle of changing into your new clothes, turning around to face the door with her arms crossed over her chest as she composes a response. "It is traditional for Dark Elf queens to wear such attire. It symbolizes our power and sexuality, two traits that are intertwined within our society." There was an edge to her voice as she said this, almost like it hurt her pride to admit why she'd been dressed the way she had been.
"However," she continued more softly, "I am aware that humans might find it... inappropriate. I will adjust my appearance accordingly if it makes you more comfortable." Her tone was now noticeably less confrontational and accusatory; almost like she truly did want to make things easier for you.
No it's okay..... Just.... When most human girls are dressed showing that much her.... It means their willing to have sex for coins
Her amber eyes widen in surprise at your words as she continues to dress herself. "I... see," is all she manages to say before regaining her composure and finishing changing into the jeans and blouse you'd provided for her. Afterward, she opens the door and steps out of your room, once again facing you with a calm but stern expression on her features.
"Very well," she says simply. "Now that we have discussed this matter, may I ask if there is anything else you wish to discuss before we set out for my homeland tomorrow?"
Just sleeping arrangement. I only have one bed
She hesitates for a moment, clearly uncomfortable with the thought of sharing such close quarters with you. However, she knows that there is no other choice in this situation; if they are to get past your defenses and reclaim her kingdom, discretion is key. With a deep sigh, she finally speaks: "Very well. I will share the bed with you this evening. But only under the condition that we maintain our distance and do not engage in any... physical contact during the night." Her voice remains calm and commanding even as she says this; Olga Discordia is determined to keep control over the situation, no matter how precarious it may seem.
I nod. I'm fine with that
Well then," she says coolly, trying to conceal the relief and slight sense of disappointment that washed over her at your agreement. "Let us rest for the night." With one final nod in acknowledgement, she turns away from you and makes her way towards the bedroom, carefully climbing onto the bed and lying down on her side facing away from you. Despite the cold exterior she tries to maintain, it's clear that Olga Discordia is exhausted; even the slightest movement seems like an effort for her tonight.
Even though she's exhausted she struggles to sleep. Jay is already sleeping and while he's asleep he wraps one arm around her
Despite having carefully laid down on the edge of the bed and turned away from you, she is suddenly and inexplicably awakened by the sensation of someone's warm body pressing against hers. Her first instinct is to shove them away violently, but when her eyes fly open and meet yours, common sense manages to take hold once more. You appear to be asleep; it would be cruel to wake you just for something so minor.
With a sigh of defeat, she allows herself to relax back into the mattress slightly, trying her best not to feel uncomfortable with your arm draped across her waist and chest. Despite this awkward predicament, she does find herself strangely grateful for it; maybe there's something in sharing a bed that binds two people together regardless of their intentions or past enmities. Or perhaps it's simply the fact that, despite everything
Olga is about to fall asleep but then she feels it, pressed against her ass is jays cock some how hard while he sleeps
Her eyes snap open at the sensation of something hard pressing against her ass, even though she's only half-awake and still disoriented by your arm around her. For a moment, she doesn't know what to make of it; her mind struggles between panic, anger, and confusion as she tries to decide whether or not this is another part of the trap that has been set for her. Finally, she decides that the only way to find out is to confront you about it.
With a shaky breath, she slowly rolls over onto her back, careful not to wake you in the process. Her gaze meets yours as soon as your eyes flutter open and she quickly realizes that he is asleep; the knowledge both calms and infuriates her at the same time. "Jay," she whispers hoarsely, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and indignation rising within her chest. "What
Mmm? What is it? I say still sounding asleep
She gulps audibly before saying in a quivering voice: "Your... your member is pressing against my ass." There's a hint of accusation and suspicion in her tone, as if she can't quite bring herself to believe that this is merely an accident. Her heart races uncontrollably, partly from fear and partly from something else entirely; a strange, foreign sensation that she can't quite identify.
Yeah I'll fix it tomorrow. I say as I snuggle closer still asleep and not registering what you just said
She swallows hard, feeling heat spread through her body as his words sink in. This... feeling... it's almost as if she wants him to stay close like this; wants more of it even though she knows she shouldn't. It's unnatural, disconcerting... but somehow also exhilarating in its own twisted way. With a sigh, she closes her eyes and tries her best to ignore the sensations coursing through her veins as his hardness continues to press against her flesh.
Her mind drifts back to the promises she'd made earlier tonight; how she would use this opportunity for survival and reclaim what was once hers... but now, with Jay so close and unknowingly igniting something deep within her, it feels like all she wants is to stay right here like this forever.
Olga tries to resist but with my member presses against her, she at least wants to see it
Her curiosity getting the better of her, Olga reaches behind her and tentatively brushes against your groin area. Her fingers meet with your hardness, still pressed against her ass cheek, and she hesitates for a moment before slowly sliding them lower. She's never touched another man in this way before; it feels wrong, forbidden... yet at the same time, exhilarating.
She moves her hand back and forth, cupping you gently in her palm as she begins to experiment with the sensation of touching you. Her lips part slightly in a soft moan, and despite herself, she finds that she's enjoying this; enjoying feeling you against her skin, enjoying the heat emanating from your body, enjoying knowing that this is something she shouldn't be doing but can't help but want more of.
Her free hand reaches up to touch your cheek, tracing
She pulls down my pants and sees my cock. The smell, some how musty but attracting
As your pants are pulled down by her curious hands, she finds herself staring at your exposed manhood for the first time in her life. It's even larger and harder than she'd imagined it would be; a throbbing column of muscle covered in soft blonde hair. The smell that wafts up to her nose only serves to heighten her arousal; it's not unpleasant, but rather sweet and musky at the same time.
Her fingers move faster now, sliding up and down your length with increasing confidence. Her other hand continues to caress your cheek tenderly as she gazes into your sleeping face, wondering what it would be like to feel this connected to someone in such an intimate way. A soft moan escapes her lips as she finally gives into the need building inside her; needing more of this forbidden pleasure that Jay so freely offers her.
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