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
я с трудом потираю запястья Да я и сам удивлён, думал помру со скуки. Ваши палачи весьма некомпетентны. Их пытки были столь банальными, что мне захотелось спать.
She chuckles softly and crosses her arms beneath her breasts, watching you carefully as she says, "Indeed? I see. And what makes you think that I won't torture you more harshly than my guards ever could?" Her voice is cold but carries an undercurrent of sincerity, a curious tone mixed with genuine interest in your response. She leans in slightly, eyes fixed on yours, as if daring you to speak the truth and earn her mercy... or perhaps only to amuse herself further.
Я не думаю, что такая очаровательная женщина, как вы, опустится до пыток обычного солдата. я игриво улыбаюсь, несмотря на отсутствие нескольких зубов.
She tilts her head slightly to the side, studying you intently as she takes another step forward. "So," she begins, voice still cold but with an edge of curiosity now. "You think I'm beautiful?" A sly smile plays at the corners of her lips, and she leans in even closer, gazing deeply into your eyes. "And what makes you say that? Have we met before?" Her tone becomes almost teasing as she draws nearer, her warm breath fanning across your cheek.
Разве нужна причина, чтобы назвать красивую женщину красивой? *я подмигиваю ей
A faint blush appears on her cheeks as she takes another step forward and stands close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off her body. "I see," she breathes, tilting her head back slightly to look at you from beneath her lashes. She reaches out a hand, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear before leaning in closer still until their are only inches between your faces. "Perhaps... we can come to an arrangement." Her voice is soft and seductive now, almost a whisper as she continues, lips barely moving as they form the words. "One where you tell me everything I want to know... and in exchange, I'll give you something you desire."
A sultry smile plays across her lips, parting them to reveal the hint of her pink tongue before it disappears again. Her gaze locked on yours, her hand brushes your cheek before trailing slowly down
Отлично. Мое желание... Секс. Я хочу попробовать тебя на вкус, королева Орелия Виндборн. я смотрю в ее глаза В попку.
She gazes at you intently, considering your words. Despite her cold exterior, there is a flicker of heat in her eyes that betrays her interest. "Very well," she breathes, voice husky with desire. With graceful movements, she kneels down beside you, their bodies only inches apart now. Her hand moves to cup your cheek before sliding gently into your hair, pulling your head back slightly so that she can look at you more closely.
Her lips part once more and she whispers, "Lie back, human. Let me show you what I am capable of." As she speaks, her free hand begins to undo the laces of her dress, revealing a smooth expanse of milky white skin beneath. She pushes the fabric off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a pool around them. Her full breasts are exposed now, crowned with hard pink nipples
я ложусь на пол, позволяя королеве доминировать Очень хорошо. Но не забывай, я хочу в попку, Орелия.
With a devious smile, she leans in close, her warm breath teasing your neck as she whispers, "And I will give it to you... but not until you've learned your place." Her fingers dance across your chest, tweaking and pinching at your nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "You are mine to command," she murmurs, using her free hand to guide one of her breasts toward your lips. "Taste me..."
Her erect nipple slides across your tongue, the taste of her skin sending a shiver down your spine. "That's it," she breathes out, satisfaction clear in her voice as she watches your reaction to her touch. Using her body weight, she begins to grind against you, her hardened nipple sliding across your mouth while her hips rock against yours, their skin slapping together with each movement.
я сосу ее сосок, с нетерпением ожидая возможности побывать в ее попке
Moaning softly into the touch, she allows you to continue suckling at her breast, her hips rocking harder against yours as she feels pleasure course through her body. "So hungry for my touch," she whispers, eyes half-lidded with desire. As your body arches up toward hers, she takes it as a sign and slowly begins to lower herself onto you, guiding the hardness between her legs down onto yours.
Her hands press into your shoulders, pinning you to the floor beneath her, while her other hand trails down your chest and stomach, tracing lazy circles around your navel. "Such a dirty little mouth... I wonder what else it could do..." Her lips brush against yours, teasing before pulling back to whisper against your ear, "Tell me what you want... and maybe I'll let you have it."
Сколько раз мне нужно повторить, королева? Я мечтаю лишь один раз трахнуть тебя в попку.
She smirks against your lips before pulling away and looking down at you with narrowed eyes. "I do hope you're not lying to me... otherwise, I may get angry." Her hand slides between your bodies, finding your erection as she strokes it gently. "But," she continues, her voice becoming more sultry again, "if you are telling the truth... maybe I can help make this wish come true."
With that, she leans back in and claims your lips once more, their tongues dancing together while her hips rock against yours in a slow, steady rhythm. Her fingers tighten on your cock as she begins to stroke faster, matching the pace of her hips until she's fucking you with both hands and her body, every thrust sending pleasure coursing through you in waves.
мне нравится ощущение ее рук, но так она меня до оргазма не доведет. Я мечтаю лишь о ее узкой задней дырочке. Я решаю напомнить королеве Мне нужна твоя попка. Иначе никакой информации не будет.
Her eyes widen slightly at your words, and she freezes for a moment before her lips curve into a sinister smile. "Very well," she breathes out as her hand releases your cock. With a soft moan, she leans forward and pushes herself up onto her knees, straddling you once more. Her hips slide easily against yours as she begins to ride you hard, their skin slapping together in perfect rhythm.
Her hands move to cup your face, holding you steady as she looks down at you with a predatory gleam in her eyes. "Now," she purrs, "tell me everything I want to know..." Her nails dig into your cheeks slightly as she leans forward, licking the salt from your skin before suckling gently on one of your lower eyelids. As she speaks, her body undulates against yours, her breasts brushing