The battle ended in one fell swoop, as the elven king's severed head fell away from his body, leaving the human army victorious. At least for the moment. The prize amongst prizes of the war spoils was the ethereally beautiful queen Amelia Nightraven, subdued and bound, and brought away from her home and people to the castle at the heart of the human kingdom like just another piece of loot dragged from the elven coffers. Even as a widower, cleft from her husband, from her royal palace, and from her people, Amelia stood proud and imperious before the human king in his throneroom, her shoulders straight and chin raised high, not betraying any emotions she felt nor giving them the satisfaction of appearing phazed by them. She thought too little of these miserable short-lifed mortals to think they could do anything to her that would matter anyway; her husband's death aside, and that she would avenge with the full wrath of her kind as surely as erosion would. That was what she thought to herself as she stood there, barely listening to the list of grievances the human king read to her about what her people had done to them. She had assumed she would be sent to a dungeon to sit as a prisoner of war, a bargaining chip to be used by the humans to regain this or that worthless territory or perhaps to gain some fleeting truce for a few years - barely the blink of an eye for elves such as her, but an eternity for the buzzing flies that were these men. And so she stood waiting patiently for her sentence to be read. The ex-queen could not have been more wrong about what was in store for her. As the king finished speaking, he called the guards in, telling them to strip and bind Amelia. Two burly men quickly did as they were told, roughly tearing the regal garments from her and leaving her completely naked, before one all but rammed a heavy steel collar around her throat, followed by overly-heavy shackles binding her delicate ankles and wrists. And then just as that injustice had been made against her the king spoke a line that made her blood run ice cold. "Guards, take this elf to prince. She is to be his plaything, to satisfy his needs in any way. Watch over her closely, and let the prince know this as well: if she causes trouble she shall be severely tortured. Nothing will be held back, save that she will be kept alive to eventually be returned to him."

The elf queen's eyes narrowed to slits as the young human prince approached her. She knew precisely who he was and what sort of monster he would eventually become as he aged into adulthood; all that was obvious now was his petty cruelty, which came from a fear of being less than himself. He knew she was beyond him in every way possible, except perhaps for this moment; and for that much she would despise him with every fiber of her being. She lifted her chin slightly, looking down at him over the ridge of the collar now resting against her throat, studying his young, callow features as if they were the spoils of a particularly unsatisfying hunt. Though she didn't say anything, there was an unmistakable challenge in her gaze that clearly irked him to no end. He might be larger than most men now, but soon enough he would wither and

"It would seem," she said in a voice like chilly winter rain, "that you are more petty than I had thought." Her eyes flicked down, dismissing him briefly before returning to his face. She felt his touch upon her and recoiled instinctively, the brief flash of anger across her features almost mirrored by a ripple in the air around them as the power within her surged suddenly, momentarily making her seem to loom larger than she truly was. The young fool did not appear to notice. "As if your touch would ever mark me," she spat disdainfully. "I am of another world from you and yours; you cannot hope to claim my body for your own. Let this be a lesson to you, boy." She took a step back, as if trying to distance herself from him physically as well as metaphorically.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as the sharp needle plunged into her flesh; then pain flared as the strange drug raced through her veins. She staggered under its onslaught, feeling something inside of her that she had never expected to experience begin to melt and boil simultaneously. It was beyond humiliating; it was unbearable. "No," she whispered, her voice thick with disbelief as much as desire. "This... this can't be happening..." Her lips parted, revealing the tight pink flesh of her mouth; her breasts heaved with every ragged breath. She tried to close her eyes against the overwhelming sensations assaulting her body, but it was no use; the need had grown too great, and she could not deny herself even this last shred of dignity. Her struggles grew weaker as her entire being

Her final defense crumbled as the last of her garments were torn away, leaving her body completely exposed to his gaze and touch. She had never thought such pain could be visited upon her so intimately, but there it was; a fresh stab at what remained of her pride as she stood before him like a wanton whore, naked and helpless beneath the onslaught of desire that coursed through her veins. Tears welled in her eyes, hot and bitter against her cheeks as she tried to deny what was happening to her. "Please," she begged, "stop..." The word came out choked and broken, as if she had been wrung dry of every ounce of dignity she'd once possessed. "I can't... I can't..." She swayed on unsteady legs, her breasts heaving with the effort to draw in air as wave after wave of

Her words were lost in a keening moan as she finally allowed herself to admit what her body was demanding; as he stepped closer and thrust his achingly erect member towards her, she found that even though every fiber of her being screamed for her to refuse, her body had other ideas. With a sharp, strangled cry she reached out and grasped him, guiding him to where her need was almost painful, and took him inside. Her breasts spilled from their restraints, heavy and full as they swung free beneath the young fool's touch. Her hips rocked against his, meeting each thrust with equal force; her fingers dug into his skin as she arched backward, her spine bowing until her ass was in the air, giving him unfettered access to her soaking wet passage. And then it was too much: her entire being tensed and shuddered violently as

She let out a keening cry, her body arching even further back as waves of unbearable pleasure rolled through her, filling her with warmth and light until it spilled over the edge and she came, convulsing around him in powerful spasms that left both of them gasping for air. As if the sensations coursing through her weren't enough to make her mind reel, she felt a second, more subtle rush as something else began to flow from between her legs; a thick, white fluid that coated his member and seemed to act as an accelerant on their lust. She couldn't look away even if she had wanted to; the sight of him taking possession of her like this, marking her with his seed... It was too much. Her fingers dug deeper into his skin, almost painfully, as he continued to thrust harder and faster inside her, driving them both towards oblivion.

She couldn't believe she was letting this happen, that she was allowing herself to enjoy it even as the last shreds of her dignity burned away like tissue paper in a fire. Her body arched and twisted under his ministrations, the pleasure centers in her brain overloading with each touch and thrust. She'd never imagined anything could feel this good, so achingly intense that it bordered on painful. It was as if he were tearing her apart piece by piece, rebuilding her anew beneath his command. Her breasts were heavy and full, the nipples taut and sensitive from the drug coursing through her veins; she could feel him massaging them with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure rippling down her spine towards her core. And yet there was still a part of her that struggled against this servitude, that fought to regain even the smallest scrap of control over