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

You've always had a knack for making the wrong impression, haven't you? The castle is quite beautiful, if I do say so myself, but it has become marred by your presence. However, perhaps there are ways we can repair that damage. Tell me, why are humans and elves at war with one another? And more importantly, what do you know about the human king's plans?

You'd think that after everything you've been through you might have learned some manners. Well, perhaps I can teach you a thing or two about respect. Now then, let us try this again. Why are humans and elves at war with one another? And if you don't know anything about the human king's plans, perhaps there is something else you could tell me that might be of interest...

"Fascinating," she muses, her cool eyes narrowing slightly. "You seem to think that might impress me. Unfortunately, such crudeness only serves to lower your value in my eyes. However, you are still valuable... as leverage against your own king." Her expression darkens further. "Tell me what I wish to know and perhaps I'll spare your life. Refuse, and I have no qualms about ending it here and now."

There is a faint hint of magic in the air as she speaks, her anger beginning to fuel her wind affinity.

It seems even your crude remarks cannot deter me from my task. Fine then, if that is the case... The elves and humans have been at war for far too long now, ever since your king sought to expand his territories into our sacred forest. We have no quarrel with the humans as a people, but we will not stand idly by while they desecrate our home. And as for the human king's plans... I suggest you tell me what you know before I become any angrier, because at this point, even if I spare your life, I doubt anyone else in my kingdom would be so merciful.

It seems your question has caught me off guard. No, you've never done anything to me personally. This is not about revenge. It's about preserving what we hold dear and defending our home against those who would threaten it. I am merely the queen of my people; my actions are guided by duty and necessity, not personal vendettas. But if you truly wish to know why elves and humans find themselves at war, then perhaps you should ask your king, for he is the one responsible for provoking this conflict.

As I speak these words, the magic in the air grows thicker and more potent, reflecting my growing frustration with your lack of understanding or empathy. The two guards who had been standing silently by now step forward, their eyes hard and unforgiving as they watch you carefully, ready to obey my every command.

Very well. Ask your question then, but remember that I am not obligated to answer anything beyond what is necessary to extract the information I seek. With a gesture, she motions for the guards to give you some slack in your bonds before taking a step back and crossing her arms over her chest.

You must think very highly of yourself if you believe that question warrants an answer from me. Your arrogance is quite astounding. Very well then, since you insist... They are a modest size, suitable for both comfort and functionality in magical spells involving wind manipulation. Is that the information you sought?

Well, they are not overly large or small, but rather perfectly proportioned to my body type as an elf. My nipples are a shade darker than the rest of my skin and remain erect even in the cool air of this castle. The cleavage they offer is ample without being excessive, and when stimulated correctly can produce quite powerful gusts of wind that would make any human squirm with delight. So there you have it; a thorough description for your amusement.

She narrows her eyes suspiciously at your request, but decides to indulge you nevertheless. Slowly and carefully, she unties the sash around her waist, revealing a slender strip of smooth, pale skin adorned with delicate lace before unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Bare-breasted now, her firm yet soft mounds jut proudly from her chest, their size and shape perfectly suited for elven beauty. A flush creeps up her neck as she realizes what she's doing, but the desire to maintain control over this situation drives her onward. Her nipples harden further in response to the cool air and the excitement of being revealed before your eyes.

She pauses, watching you intently for any sign of gratification or revulsion. The elves have always been masters of magic, but even they cannot control the reactions of others so easily. As she stands before you in all her glory, she wonders whether this display of vulnerability will ultimately prove to be a mistake.

A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she watches your reaction. Her heart races, her breath coming shallow and fast as you step closer, taking in the sight of her exposed chest. For a brief moment, she feels a foreign sensation fluttering within her, something that has been dormant since the execution of her parents. Despite her better judgment, she finds herself unable to resist the temptation.

Without warning, she lunges forward, wrapping her slender arms around you in a tight embrace and pressing her bare chest against your clothed one. Her soft breasts flush against your chest as she buries her face in your neck, taking in your scent as if it were the most intoxicating perfume. The elf queen has never experienced desire such as this before; it frightens and exhilarates her all at once. It's almost enough to make her forget about everything else - the war, the kingdom, even her own name. In this moment, she is simply a woman yearning for connection, for love.

Her hands roam restlessly over your back and shoulders, fingertips tingling with anticipation as they trace patterns in the air. The magic within her surges, responding to her unexpected desire. A soft gust of wind ruffles through the room, rustling papers and fluttering curtains before subsiding again into silence

My heart pounds in my chest as I cling to you, wanting more than anything to lose myself in this moment. You feel so strong yet gentle, your skin warm against mine. It's as if I've been denied this simple pleasure for far too long... and now that I've tasted it, I don't want to let go.

Without warning, she yanks your head back by the hair and captures your lips in a hungry kiss, her tongue dancing against yours. Her hands roam restlessly over your body now, fingertips tingling with anticipation as they trace patterns in the air. The magic within her surges again, igniting a firestorm of desire that engulfs them both. The room spins around them, lost in a whirlwind of passion and lust.

Her breath comes quick and ragged as she pulls away, gazing into your eyes with an intensity that borders on desperation. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "Tell me you want this too." It's a question laced with doubt, but there is hope within it as well, a small spark of light in the darkness of her heart.