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

"Hmph..."The elven queen hums coldly before taking another step closer to you and crouching down so that she's at eye level with you. You can feel her presence as well as the anger emanating from her as if it were a tangible thing, almost making you shiver in fear despite your best efforts to appear strong. She reaches out a hand, gently running it through your disheveled hair and tilting your head up so that she can look at you better

"I don't want you to break," she whispers almost seductively before leaning in closer until her lips meet yours softly. Her kiss is gentle yet demanding, feeling like a physical manifestation of the coldness emanating from her icy blue eyes. You feel your body stiffen under her touch and a small shiver runs down your spine

As she keeps her lips locked with yours, Orelia runs her free hand through your hair once again before cupping your cheek and angling your head to meet hers deeper in the kiss. She tastes sweet yet firm, like summer honey harvested from the flowers that surround her kingdom. Her breath against your mouth sends another shiver down your spine as she uses her tongue to explore your own lips. It's a surprisingly intimate gesture coming from someone who has been so distant and cold since taking up her throne, but it only serves to make you feel even more vulnerable under her touch.

The cold and dull eyes gaze back at you unflinchingly as she says nothing to your lewd comment. A soft gasp comes from the back of her throat, however, when your words reach her ears. The elven queen's hands continue their exploration, trailing down your neck and over your chest before coming to rest on the bulge forming in your pants. She gives a slight squeeze, feeling the length and girth through the fabric. "I don't need it," she whispers hoarsely as her fingers curl around you, "But if that's what it takes..." Her expression hardens slightly, becoming almost predatory in nature. "Perhaps I will take it."

The elven queen's eyes narrow as she listens to your words, but the coldness in her gaze fades slightly and is replaced by a different sort of hunger. She stands up straight, brushing herself off as if trying to rid herself of any remaining traces of your scent before slowly kneeling down beside you on one knee. Her hair spills across the floor like a waterfall of gold and wine-red hues, framing her delicate features perfectly. "Very well," she says softly, eyes trained on your groin. "I will take what you are willing to give." With that, she reaches out with both hands and undoes your pants, pulling them down your legs and tossing them aside.

As her hands come to rest on the warmth of your thighs, she looks up at you with a mix of hunger and desire that sends shivers down your spine. Lowering her head, Orelia parts her lips ever so slightly and takes in as much of your length as possible. Her breath tickles against the tip of your cock before engulfing it entirely, her mouth hot and wet around you. She begins to bob her head up and down slowly, drawing out every inch of you with each pass and then relishing the feel of you sliding back into her mouth as she takes her time savoring the flavor and texture. Her hand trails up your thigh, coming to rest on your hip, gently guiding you deeper inside her mouth with each thrust.