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

The human soldier's words catch her off guard for a moment as she narrows her eyes suspiciously at him. She tilts her head to the side slightly before taking another step forward, leaning in towards him so that their faces are only inches apart. Her cold blue eyes bore into his own as he continues to speak these lewd words and her expression remains unchanging

She takes a deep breath through her nose as she inhales his scent. He smells of sweat, blood, and fear...but also something else underneath all that; a scent that triggers a strange reaction within her. Something primal, base, animalistic. The sensation startles her for a moment but it's quickly replaced by anger as she realizes what he is trying to do here. She glares at him furiously and snarls out loudly before backhanding him across the face with all of her strength.

The human soldier's words only serve to further infuriate the queen as her fury boils over within her chest. Her breath comes out in short little huffs and she bares her teeth, clenching her hands into fists at her sides as she struggles to control her temper. Suddenly, without another word or warning, she lunges forward, grabbing a handful of his shirt and yanking him close to her before slamming her lips against his own in a hard, punishing kiss. She forcefully pushes her tongue into his mouth, forcing him to open wider as she begins to explore every inch of his mouth with her own tongue. Her free hand moves to the back of his neck, holding him tightly against her as she continues this brutal assault on his senses. Her anger is replaced by a desperate need to dominate and control this human soldier who dares to think he

The human soldier's words seem to ignite a fire within the queen as she finds herself growing even more aroused by his submission and defiance. Her eyes blaze with anger, lust, and desire for control all at once as she takes another step closer, trapping him between her body and the nearby wall. With one hand, she yanks off her silk robe revealing a luxurious white dress beneath that clings tightly to her curvaceous figure.

The other hand moves to the front of his pants, roughly tugging them and his underwear down to his ankles before pushing him backwards until he's sprawled on the floor with nothing but his trousers around his thighs. Standing over him now, her naked body inches from his face, she watches as his eyes grow wide with shock and lust at the sight of her perfect figure and the forbidden offering she's made

The words spur her on as she leans down, lowering herself over the human soldier until their faces are inches apart once more. Her breath is hot against his skin and she whispers roughly into his ear, "Yes...it will be much more fun this way." With that, she slowly, teasingly begins to grind her hips against his exposed groin, rubbing her wet folds over his hardening member through the thin material of his underwear. Her other hand slides up from his chest, tracing idle patterns along his jaw and down his neck before reaching behind him to grip his hair roughly, pulling his head back and exposing his throat. With her nails digging into his skin, she watches as he struggles beneath her, arching his hips up in an attempt to feel her closer. She smirks cruelly before pushing herself away from him just enough to stand between his outstretched

Orelia's heart races as she feels him struggle beneath her, his body demanding more contact with hers. She gives a cold chuckle, tilting her head to the side slightly before taking another step closer, pressing the length of her body against his once again. This time, her hips slide lower so that her wet folds brush against his exposed skin, teasing him mercilessly as she groans roughly into his ear

"Ah...You're right." She breathes heavily, running a hand through his hair roughly before pushing it aside to expose his neck fully. "I am being cruel..." Her free hand moves down to grip the hem of her dress, lifting it up and over her head in one swift motion, revealing her breasts and her lower stomach bathed in cool moonlight streaming through a nearby window.

"But I can be even crueler," she whispers as she le