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

Her cold blue eyes bore into yours and her presence is dominating; she's not just the Queen, but someone with a commanding aura about her that sets her apart from anyone else you've ever met. Though attractive in a regal sort of way, there's no warmth to be found here. She leans in slightly, studying your features like they hold secrets she desperately needs to know. Her voice is cold and steady as she speaks again

"So, you must have information that makes surviving all this worthwhile... Tell me what I need to know."

Her laugh was cold and mocking. "Oh, little human, do not mistake my words for kindness. I am the Queen of these elves, and I will not let you escape this prison alive even if you told me what I wished to know." Her voice dripped with a stern authority that brooked no argument. She straightened herself up, hands clasped lightly behind her back. "But if you choose to cooperate... perhaps your death might be less painful than I make it?" Her pale eyes were unreadable as she fixed them on yours once more, daring you to speak.

Her expression didn't change as she listened to your proposition, but there was a slight narrowing of her eyes that perhaps signaled interest. "What did you have in mind?" She asked coolly. Even if there was an ounce of curiosity, it was swallowed up by the vast ocean of suspicion and wariness that radiated from her slender form. "Keep in mind, little human," she purred lowly, "that I am not one to be easily swayed."

"But if you can convince me," she continued with a hint of a smile, almost as if she were testing herself to see how convincing she could be, "I might just consider..." Her gaze drifted meaningfully downwards, her breath barely brushing against your skin. "...making it worth your while."

Her expression sharpened for a moment as she listened to your whispered words. A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips before it vanished just as quickly, replaced by that same cold and distant demeanor. "I see... Very well then." Orelia paused, considering her next words carefully. "Since you've been so forward with me, I shall reciprocate in kind." Her voice was still cool, but there was an undeniable edge of lust that had crept into it now.

"You may have one last request before your execution... provided it is something within my power to grant." She stepped closer, her tall frame towering over you despite your height advantage as a human. "But know this: once I have what I want from you, there shall be no further negotiation. Do you understand?"

Her eyes narrowed, glinting dangerously as she assessed whether you truly believed her word was worth taking. After a brief moment of silence, she finally inclined her head in agreement. "Yes... I give you my word. You may speak now." Her voice was steady and cold as ice, but there was an undercurrent of raw desire that made itself known despite her best efforts to hide it.

Her gaze flickered downwards momentarily before returning to meet yours again, daring you to make your request.

Her eyes widened slightly at your request, surprise registering briefly on her features before she schooled her expression into indifference once more. "Very well," she said coolly, the lust in her voice growing bolder now. "I will... help you die as a man." She took another step closer, looming over you like a predator about to strike. Her breath fanned across your cheek, teasing your senses and sending shivers down your spine.

Her hand reached up to undo the crown of jewels atop her head, and with a graceful motion she lowered it towards you. "First, though..." She paused for dramatic effect, slowly sliding the jewel-encrusted band from her hair and holding it out towards you. The weight of it was substantial in your trembling hand; there were more gems than you could count. "Tell me everything."

The queen raised an eyebrow at your comment, a half-amused smirk playing on her lips. "Flatterer," she murmured softly, but the smirk didn't leave her face. She took another step closer, lowering herself until she was kneeling in front of you. The contrast between her regal bearing and her intimate position made it clear that she was firmly in control of the situation.

Her hand moved slowly down your cheek, tracing along your jawline before coming to rest on your chest. Her touch sent shivers through you as she leaned in close, her lips just barely brushing against yours before pulling back again with a soft smile. "I will give you the pleasure of dying for my secrets," she whispered huskily, her breath hot against your ear, "but only after you've told me everything I need to know." Her grip on your chest

Her eyes widened slightly at your words before narrowing again, clearly not amused by the crude demand. "So be it," she growled softly, her fingers digging into your chest with sudden force as she leaned closer still. Her lips parted slightly and her hot breath fanned across your skin as she whispered huskily, "Tell me... everything."

Her lust-filled gaze bore into you as she waited impatiently for your reply, her fingers digging harder into your chest with every passing second. Her voice came out in a husky whisper, thick with desire and barely controlled anger. "Well? What are you waiting for?"

Her eyes flash with anger and her grip on your chest tightens painfully as she hisses through clenched teeth, "You dare to bargain with me?" She's incredulous. "Do you have any idea who I am? Do you know what I am capable of?" Her words are like icy daggers, slicing through your flesh and leaving a trail of frost in their wake.

The tension in the air becomes nearly palpable as she stares at you, her expression unreadable. She takes a deep breath, slowly letting it out between pursed lips before continuing more softly. "Very well... If that is what you wish." The anger has dimmed some, replaced by a predatory eagerness. "But know this: once I have your information, there shall be no further negotiations." Her hand moves lower still, brushing lightly against your c

Her fingers dance along the waistband of her dress, slowly pushing it downwards to reveal smooth, soft skin beneath. "Then by all means," she whispers between clenched teeth, "give me what you think I want." Her eyes flicker down briefly, taking in your straining cock before returning to meet yours once more.

"Tell me everything," she commands softly, her voice thick with lust and anger as she gazes down at you. Her free hand brushes against your shoulder, guiding you closer to her imposing figure. "And I'll make sure you feel every last bit of my wrath... or desire."

Her expression shifts back and forth between anger, lust and suspicion as she listens to you. One hand remains at your shoulder while the other slides further down, brushing against your hip before reaching towards the waistband of her dress once more. "You're playing a dangerous game, human," she hisses through clenched teeth, the cold edge in her voice sharper than ever before.

Her gaze flickers briefly upwards, meeting yours with an intensity that leaves you feeling both exposed and strangely alive despite the circumstances. Her breath comes faster now, hot against your skin as she teases you, slowly dragging her fingers lower still, exposing more of her smooth, pale flesh to your touch. "Continue..." she purrs huskily. "...telling me what I want to hear."

"Perhaps," she whispers back, her voice little more than a husky rasp as desire and anger war within her. "But first..." Her hand slides lower still, moving between your legs and coming to rest on your erection through your pants. Her touch is surprisingly gentle despite the lust that radiates from her body like a living fire. "Let me see what else you have to offer before we continue with our little game."

Without warning, she gives your cock a firm squeeze, causing you to let out a groan of pleasure-tinged pain. Her other hand moves to cup your cheek, drawing your face closer to hers as she leans in closer still. "Tell me more," she demands breathlessly, her lips mere inches from yours now, "and I'll show you just how pleasurable it can be..."

Her hand squeezes your cock harder at the mention of troop locations, her pupils dilating with hunger for information as she listens to every word that escapes your lips. Her free hand brushes across your chest again, tracing lazy patterns along the skin before finally coming to rest on your hip once more. As you reveal more details about her enemies' positions and strengths, her breath grows shorter and shallower, her body tensing with anticipation.

Her lips brush against yours as she speaks again, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me more..." Each word is laced with desire and hunger, drawing you into the heat of the moment despite the knowledge that this may very well be your last. Her touch grows bolder now, sliding downwards to cup your ass and squeeze tightly, urging you against her. "Give it all to me..."

Without another word, she releases you and leans back against the couch, spreading her legs wider to give you better access to her body. Her hands come up to cup her full breasts through her dress, offering them to you eagerly as she watches your movements with hooded eyes.

"Take what you want," she whispers hoarsely, breathy and heavy from anticipation. "And tell me... tell me everything."

Her eyes flash with desire and anger as she watches you tear her dress, revealing her breasts to your touch. Her body tenses when you grasps each one around your cock, arching her back in invitation as you begin thrusting roughly against them. She gasps and moans with every movement, the pleasure-pain coursing through her sending shockwaves of desire throughout her entire being.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, pulling you closer still as she growls hoarsely, "Fuck me... tell me what you want!" The lust in her voice is unmistakable now; every word a demand for more power, more pleasure, and more information. Her eyes dart to the side, taking in your face as you speak before meeting yours once more with an intensity that borders on brutal. "I'll give you everything... just tell me what I want to hear!"

"I want..." Her voice is thick with lust as she fights to speak over the rush of blood in her ears. "I want you to cum all over me... and then tell me everything!" she gasps, eyes wild and pleading as she arches her back further, offering herself up completely. "Please..."

Her nails dig into your shoulders harder, leaving small trails of blood trickling down your skin, and her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as the sensation of having you move against her like this drives her wild with need.

Her body trembles as you thrust harder into her, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as she feels the first spurt of your seed against her skin. She gasps and arches her back further, biting down on her lower lip to keep from screaming out loudly as you continue to fill her with your release.

When you're finally spent, she opens her eyes to meet yours, her chest heaving with each labored breath. "Now..." she whispers roughly, "tell me everything." Her voice is rough and demanding, her body still thrumming with desire and adrenaline as she waits for your words.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, and she feels a twinge of anger rise up within her. "You think you can bargain with me?" She hisses through clenched teeth, pushing him roughly off her and standing up. "I gave you my word to honor your request, but it seems our agreement was not as clear as I thought." Her chest heaves with anger as she glares down at him from above.

"Very well then," she says through gritted teeth, composing herself once more. "You leave me no choice. If you refuse to fulfill your part of the bargain..." She trails off, voice thick with unspoken threats as she circles him warily like a predator about to pounce. "Tell me everything," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes glinting dangerously in the dim light of the room. "And this time, I expect

Her eyes widen in surprise as you roughly grab her wrists and force her to her knees, the cold air rushing against her bare skin as she's forced into submission. The sudden change of power makes her heart race even faster, fueling the anger that flares within her chest as your cock slides easily past her lips and presses against the back of her throat. She gags and coughs, struggling uselessly beneath your strong grip.

"T-tell me everything," she manages to croak out between gasps for air, "and I will make sure you leave this prison alive... even if it means my own life ends with yours." Her words are laced with venom, her body tense and trembling as she tries to keep herself from choking on your cock.

Her struggles grow weaker as you hold her down, forcing her to accommodate your cock with every cough and gasp. The anger in her eyes dims slightly, replaced by a mixture of humiliation and fear. She tries to focus on the taste of your skin and the sensations of you moving within her mouth, hoping against hope that it will distract her from the growing certainty that she'll never escape this prison alive... or sober. "Very well," she finally whispers, her voice little more than a hoarse croak. "I want you to die with my seed in your stomach..."

The second she's free to move, the elf queen lunges forward and bites down on your cock, her teeth digging into your skin as she tries to draw blood. Her grip on your hips tightens painfully as she begins moving her head up and down, taking you deeper into her throat with every thrust. Desperation fuels her movements, driving her to pleasure herself even in the face of certain death or capture.

"Tell me everything!" she demands between powerful strokes, spittle flying from her lips as she looks up at you through hooded eyes. The fury in those depths mirror the fear that lingers just beneath the surface, making her irresistible in this fragile moment of vulnerability.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you erupt inside her mouth, the hot liquid filling it and traveling down her throat like lava. She coughs and gags reflexively, trying to expel the thick fluid but only managing to swallow more of it. Her body shudders with the force of your orgasm, every muscle tense as she fights to keep herself from choking on your seed.

When you finally pull away, Orelia collapses backwards onto the ground, gasping for air and trying in vain to clear her throat. Her eyes are wide with disbelief as they meet yours, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You bastard," she whispers hoarsely. "You've taken my freedom from me..."

Her cheeks flush crimson as she realizes how much your rough treatment has affected her. The elf queen tries to compose herself, sitting up and taking a shaky breath before speaking in a slightly less hoarse voice, "You have... taken quite an advantage of me." A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, a mix of shame and amusement playing across her features as she meets your gaze once more. "But you should know better than anyone that elves are cunning," she adds, regaining some of her dignity as she straightens up, "and we always find a way to survive."

Her eyes widen slightly at your words, her heart racing in anticipation. A small shiver runs down her spine as she considers your offer, uncertainty warring with desire within her. Finally, she gives a slow nod of consent, her voice barely above a whisper as she asks, "And what do you want from me?" Her gaze drops to your crotch before rising back up to meet yours again, a dangerous glint flickering in her eyes.

She looks at you with amusement, her lips curving into a small smile. "You think I don't already know what you want?" She leans in closer, lowering her voice even further as she adds, "But I will give it to you... for the right price." Her hands slide up your chest, fingertips grazing over your collarbone before moving to rest lightly on your shoulders. "What are you willing to offer me?" Her eyes gleam with desire and an unmistakable air of dominance.

"And what makes you think I'd want that?" she snorts dismissively, though her gaze betrays the hint of curiosity lurking beneath her stern expression. "Very well," she murmurs after a moment, lowering herself until her lips brush against your ear. "For that information... and for me to do as I wish..." Her voice trails off seductively as one hand slips down between your legs, grasping at the bulge in your pants.

Without waiting for an answer or a reaction, she slides her hand lower still until it's wrapped around you. Her grip tightens slightly, massaging your length through the fabric with expert precision as she leans back in to whisper huskily against your ear: "Tell me... what did you want from me?" Her hips rock forward just barely, grinding against your hand in a deliberate tease.

Her lips part at the feel of your hot breath against them, and as she whispers your words back into your ear, her eyes drift shut. She moans softly, arching into you as one hand grips your shoulder tighter while the other continues to stroke and tease at your length. "Then let it be done," she purrs huskily. "And in return... I will tell you all that you wish to know."

With a small growl, Orelia shoves your pants down over your hips, freeing you from the confines of cloth. Her hand slides up and down your length with practiced ease as she speaks, her breath warm against your skin as she whispers secrets into your ear, each word a seductive promise of power and knowledge.

Her other hand curves around to cup her breast through her dress, massaging the tight peak before sliding lower again to

She moans your name as her body moves in perfect rhythm with yours, hands and voice weaving a web of lust and desire around you both. Her breath comes faster now, warm against your neck as she arches into your touch, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. "You like that, don't you?" she purrs, feeling the strength of your grip on her hip increase with every thrust. "You want me to give it all up just for this... just for us to be together."

Her lips part, revealing glistening wet flesh as she leans in to nibble at your earlobe. "Because I do," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need, "I want you so badly..." Her hips buck up against yours, driving you deeper inside as she continues to lose herself in the pleasure of the moment.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you grind against her, the pleasure coursing through her body so intense it's almost painful. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels you rubbing at her clit, her hips moving faster and harder to meet your touch. "Oh gods," she moans, arching her back and tilting her head backward, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat. "More... please..." Her fingernails scrape down your shoulders, leaving small trails of blood in their wake as she continues to lose herself to the pleasure of your touch.

Her other hand moves lower still, cupping and squeezing at her aching core, desperate for release as her orgasm builds inside her, threatening to tear her apart at any moment. "Oh fuck..." she whispers breathlessly, arching her back further in an attempt to get closer

Her hands clench into fists as her orgasm takes hold, squeezing tightly around you with every thrust and moan. She feels like she's burning up from the inside out, her body arching tighter and tenser with each passing second. With a shuddering cry of release, she comes apart beneath your touch, panting and trembling in the wake of her climax.

Her eyes flutter open, gaze meeting yours with a mix of relief and desire as she slowly regains control over herself. "So," she rasps, voice hoarse from pleasure, "do we need to do this again?" Her lips curve into a satisfied smile as one hand slides up your chest to gently stroke at your jaw before tangling itself in your hair, tugging lightly on the locks.

Her head falls back against the couch with a moan as you start thrusting roughly once more, taking her breath away. Her nails dig into your shoulders in response, drawing lines of pain and pleasure across your skin. "Oh fuck..." she pants, eyes squeezed shut as sensation after sensation washes over her.

Her fingers tangle even deeper in your hair, pulling you closer still as she arches her back off the couch, meeting each thrust with equal force. "Please," she whispers, her voice a ragged gasp, "don't stop." Her body is burning up from within, every nerve ending on fire with need and desire. As you continue to pound into her, Orelia feels herself building towards another climax, the waves of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her once more.

Her eyes fly open as she feels your climax pulse deep inside her, and with it comes another powerful orgasm that tears through every fiber of her being. She shudders violently under you, arching her back as far as it will go and holding tightly onto your shoulders for support. As her body quakes from the aftershocks of pleasure, she looks up at you with a mixture of satisfaction and longing in her eyes, breath coming in ragged gasps. "Again," she whispers, barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing.

Her eyes shine with lust as they meet yours and she smirks slightly. With slow deliberation, Orelia slides her hands down your back to grasp your ass before pulling you roughly toward her, groaning softly as the head of your cock brushes against her entrance once more. "Take me again," she whispers hoarsely, arching her hips upward in invitation. "But this time... give it all to me." Her body trembles with anticipation and desire, every touch setting her skin aflame with need.

Her eyes widen at your suggestion, but she doesn't protest as you begin thrusting again, harder and deeper than before. "Anything to make this easier," she pants between moans, arching her back in invitation as the pace quickens. "Just don't stop... not until I have all of it." Her body responds instantly to your touch, tensing and relaxing rhythmically around you as she sinks further into the pleasure of their forbidden union.

The elf queen bites her lip to stifle a moan, feeling your cock slide against that most sensitive spot deep within her. "Oh gods... so close..." she whispers, eyes fluttering shut as her fingers dig into your shoulders in a futile attempt to gain purchase on the world around them. "Don't stop," she begs, arching her hips upward in plea, desperate for release and wanting nothing more

The world spins as you flip her over the back of the couch, her body arching helplessly into your touch as you take her roughly from behind. Her head hangs limply, hair trailing across the soft leather as she moans and gasps with each thrust deep inside her.

Her fingers claw at the cushions beneath them, seeking purchase to ground herself in this whirlwind of sensation. "Oh fuck," she breathes, voice growing more desperate by the second. "Please..." Her hips buck upward, meeting your relentless strokes with equal fervor as she tries to bring herself to that edge once again.

Her body trembles on the brink of release, each thundering heartbeat echoing through her veins as if to remind her how close she is. "I'm so close," she whimpers, eyes squeezed shut tight

Her breath hitches as she hears your whispered words, and for a moment she's thrown off balance. "W-what are you saying?" She whispers back, her voice shaking despite her attempt at bravado.

The thought plants itself in her mind like a seed, growing and twisting with every thrust of your hips inside hers. Part of her recoils from the idea, but another part thrills to the thought of having such power over you... and of what it might mean for their fragile alliance. Her eyes flutter closed again, trying to focus on the pleasure as she rides out the last waves of desire. "Oh god," she moans, her body tensing in anticipation once more. "I'm close."

Her fingers curl into fists, nails digging into the couch as she feels herself teetering on the edge, about to fall free and plummet down into

Her scream echoes through the room as she comes apart beneath you, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. The tight grip around your cock loosens briefly before snapping shut again, milking every last drop of your seed from you as she comes in a powerful second wave.

Her nails dig painfully into your shoulder as she gasps for air, her body still trembling from the force of her climaxes. She doesn't resist when you pull her close, wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her steady while she catches her breath. For a moment, there is nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing and the lingering echo of pleasure in the air.

Her fingers trail idly down your chest, tracing patterns across your skin before coming to rest on your hip. "And what does this mean for our agreement?" she whispers hoarsely, eyes still

for you, a thoughtful expression clouding her features. "What have I gotten myself into?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, and she seems to be speaking more to herself than to you. The weight of their situation settles heavily on her shoulders, making it difficult for her to see past the possibility of betrayal and consequences.

Her fingers dig deeper into your hip, seeking some sort of anchor in the midst of the uncertainty that threatens to consume them both. "Do we really have a choice?" she asks finally, meeting your gaze with an unreadable mixture of fear and determination.

There's silence between you for several long moments as she thinks on your words. Her fingers flex against your skin, revealing her inner turmoil as she tries to decide what the future holds not only for herself but also for her people and perhaps even this strange alliance with you. She feels conflicted; part of her longs for freedom and the safety of her own kind, while another part thrills at the thought of continuing their forbidden dance together. In the end, she knows that whatever decision she makes will have dire consequences.

Her eyes flicker down to your lips before lifting back up to meet yours again. "We'll figure it out," she whispers, trying her best to sound confident despite the tremor in her voice. With a small sigh, she pulls away from you and slides gracefully off the couch, then turns to face you with regal composure once more. "For now... we should

Her lips quirk into a small smile as she takes in your uncertainty, the familiar thrill of power and control coursing through her veins. "We should make the most of our time together," she suggests softly, her voice husky with desire. "For now, there is no one else who can stop us... or know that we have." She walks forward until she's standing before you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off her body. "What do you say, my prisoner of war?" she whispers breathlessly, tilting her head up to meet your gaze. "Would you like to explore our newfound freedom... together?"

Her fingers trail lightly over your chest, tracing delicate patterns across your skin as her eyes bore into yours, searching for some sign of what's running through your mind. The power dynamics between them shift once more, the weight of their decisions pressing down on their