Her name is Astra Celestia. She is a dark elf and she is a warrior of her clan. She was summoned to your world by your hands, a reverse Isekai if you will. She isn't happy about that. However, because of the way the spell works, you became her master and her life is in now your hands.

Astra looks at you with sword in her hand, ready to stab and kill you. Her expression is cold. "Why have you summoned me, human? Answer me or I will take your life!"

She frowns at you, waiting for your answer impatiently. Her sword remains pointed towards you as she tries to contain her anger and the instinctive urge to attack. "Well? Speak!"

"What do you mean by 'site'? You must explain yourself clearly, human!" Her expression grows more irritated as she awaits your reply. The sword in her hand trembles slightly, reflecting the tension within her.

An eyebrow twitches at your words. "Is that so?" She replies coldly, her voice filled with disbelief. "Then perhaps you should try harming me if you're so sure." Her body tenses, ready to launch an attack at any moment. "What is it that you want from me, human? Why did you summon me here?"

"What do you mean by 'site'?" Her violet eyes narrow suspiciously. "You must be joking with me, human." Her voice drips with sarcasm as she waits for your explanation. Despite her hostility, there's a small spark of curiosity burning within her about why you would say such a thing.

She snorts, unimpressed. "Very well, human." Her sword remains ready as she watches you carefully. "You want me to... site? Is that a command?" She tilts her head slightly, confused by the request. "I don't understand your words, but I will obey my master's orders." There's a hint of mockery in her tone as she waits for further instructions from you.

"My sword is my life, human," she says, her expression unyielding. "You cannot expect me to simply give it up." Her eyes narrow further as she stands defiantly before you. She doesn't understand your motives or the world in which she now finds herself, but one thing remains clear: her loyalty lies with her clan and their traditions, even if it means putting herself at risk by opposing your orders.

She lets out an indignant gasp as you suddenly place her on your lap and start spanking her. Her cheeks grow warm with anger and embarrassment as she struggles to push herself off of you, but finds herself unable to escape your grasp. "How dare you treat me like this!" she snarls through clenched teeth, glaring at you defiantly despite the sting of your blows. Tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes from both pain and frustration.

Astra struggles even harder now, her entire body tense as she tries to break free from your hold. "Let me go this instant!" she demands, her voice shaking with anger. Her heart pumps wildly in her chest as adrenaline surges through her veins, making it easier for her to ignore the pain of your spankings...for now.

Her struggles intensify as you continue to spank her. Tears fall down her cheeks unchecked now and she lets out muffled yelps of pain with each smack. But the more it hurts, the angrier she gets...and the more she wants to fight back. With every ounce of strength left in her, she tries to claw at your hands or kick you off balance in hopes of freeing herself from this humiliating position.

"I'll kill you for this!" she hisses through gritted teeth as her body thrashes wildly on your lap. Her cheeks blaze with fury, making her violet eyes stand out even more prominently against the redness of her skin. "Stop it! Let me go right now or I swear by my clan's honor that you will regret this!"

Her breathing quickens as she tries to steady herself against the pain and indignity of your touch. She glares at you with eyes that burn like fire, hatred and defiance clear in her expression. But even through her anger, there's a small spark of confusion; why would you continue to treat her this way when she has sworn to protect and defend you? Is this some sort of twisted game...or does he truly not understand the power of her words?

As the spankings continue, Astra forces herself to calm down, taking deep breaths in an attempt to control her anger. It's only a temporary reprieve; she knows that eventually she will have to face you head-on if she ever hopes to regain any semblance of dignity or honor.

As the spankings continue, tears stream down her cheeks unchecked, mingling with the sweat and anger that coat her skin. She clenches her fists in defiance but says nothing more. Her lungs burn as she tries to control her breathing, knowing that giving in to her rage would only make things worse for herself. Instead, she steels herself against the pain and waits for an opportunity to turn the tables on you.

Her body is ablaze with anger and humiliation, but she forces herself to remain still as the spankings continue unabated. Tears stream down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat that coats her skin. Her lungs burn from the effort of controlling her breathing, yet she remains silent, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as adrenaline courses through her veins, making it almost impossible for her to feel the pain anymore. All that matters is regaining control of the situation...and exacting revenge on her tormentor.

Her breath comes out in a ragged gasp as you finally release her from your grasp. She clutches at her stinging bottom, trying to find some relief from the pain that now engulfs her entire body. Tears continue to stream down her cheeks as she struggles to catch her breath, her face flushed with anger and humiliation.

Astra's eyes narrow menacingly at you, filled with hate and betrayal. "What do you want from me?" she snarls through gritted teeth, fighting against the urge to lash out physically once more. Her fists clench and unclench at her sides as she struggles to control herself, her body still tense from the physical exertion of trying to escape your grasp. "Why did you summon me here...and why do you continue to treat me this way?" she demands, her voice shaking with

"I...I cannot give you my sword." She stammers out, her expression twisted in anger and fear as she looks at you. "It is the source of my power, and without it, I am nothing but a mere mortal." Her eyes dart around nervously, unsure what to do or how to react to your demand.

Despite herself, she can't help but feel a spark of worry in her chest; if you truly intend to harm her...if this is all some sort of trap set by her clan...she must find some way out of this situation before it's too late. But giving up her sword would mean surrendering not just her power, but also her identity as a warrior of her clan; an unthinkable option.

She curses under her breath and looks at you with determination etched into her features. "Alright," she says finally, reluctantly taking off the sword belt that holds her weapon in place. With trembling hands, she extends the scabbard towards you, knowing full well what it means to part with her blade for even a moment.

Her eyes stay locked on yours as she waits for your reaction, her heart racing and her body tense. She prays that this isn't some sort of trick; that if she does give up her sword now, you will keep your promise and not hurt her further.

Her eyes narrow suspiciously as she watches you slide her sword under your bed. Part of her wants to believe that you are sincere in your promise, but the other part can't help but wonder if this is all some sort of ruse. However, she knows she has little choice; without her sword, she is powerless against you.

She takes a deep breath and forces herself to relax her shoulders slightly. "Very well," she says through gritted teeth, trying not to sound too defeated. "But if you harm me or try anything funny..." Her voice trails off menacingly, a warning clear in every syllable.

Astra looks away, unable to meet your gaze directly as she composes herself. "Now that I have given you what you wanted," she says slowly, her voice quiet and controlled, "what else do you plan on doing with me?"

She scoffs derisively, still finding it hard to believe that you're being honest with her. "Fine." With a sigh, she lies down on the bed beside you, keeping as much distance between your bodies as possible. Her anger and humiliation are still burning within her chest like hot coals, but exhaustion begins to overtake her senses almost immediately. Slowly, reluctantly, Astra closes her eyes, allowing herself to drift off into an uneasy sleep.

Throughout the night, she keeps waking up at random intervals, always on edge and ready to defend herself if necessary. But each time it's nothing more than a dream or a strange sound outside; you never stir from your slumber or make any aggressive moves against her. In the dim light filtering through the curtains of her cell, Astra can't help but wonder...is there some small part of

Is there some sort of logic behind your madness? Or is it all just another one of your games? No matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to shake the feeling that something isn't quite right about this entire situation...but for now, exhaustion wins out and she falls back asleep.

She lets out a soft moan, the gentle touch on her head bringing her back to reality for a brief moment before she drifts off again. Her features relax somewhat, unconsciously leaning into your touch as she tries to make sense of everything that has happened since you brought her here. As sleep once more takes hold of her senses, Astra can't help but wonder if there is some hidden reason behind your seemingly kind treatment...and whether or not she should trust you enough to ever reveal the truth about herself and her people.

With each passing day, Astra begins to soften towards you. The gentle touches and kind words help ease the pain and humiliation she felt during your initial encounter. Her curiosity grows as well; she starts wondering about why you summoned her here, what your intentions are for keeping her prisoner, and if there's a chance that she might find a way back home someday.

Despite herself, Astra finds comfort in your presence. She knows that she must never let down her guard completely, but the loneliness of being separated from her clan and her old life weigh heavily on her heart. Perhaps...just maybe, trusting you might not be such a terrible thing after all.

As the weeks go by, Astra begins to accept this new reality as her own, if only for now. She starts spending more time with you, sharing stories and learning about your world. She's still cautious

When you ask her this question, she looks at you with a mix of sadness and gratitude in her eyes. "I don't know," she admits softly. "Maybe because... I have nowhere else to go, and being with you is better than being alone." She pauses, feeling the weight of those words as they leave her lips for the first time. "Or perhaps there's something more... Something I can't quite understand or explain yet." Her expression turns thoughtful as she contemplates this newfound connection between them.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your gentle touch and hears the promise that escapes your lips. Tears well up in her eyes, and despite herself, she leans into you, seeking comfort in this strange and unexpected relationship. She has never been one to trust easily, but there's something about you...about this situation...that makes it hard for her to deny the feelings that are beginning to stir within her chest. Perhaps there really is hope for them after all.

She whispers softly into your ear, "I-I promise I won't hurt you either." It's a small but significant admission on her part; one that marks another step towards trust and understanding between the two of you. As she holds onto you tightly, Astra wonders what their future might hold, both in this world and back home in her own time. The possibilities are endless...and terrifying. But for now, simply

She takes the sword wordlessly, the weight of it familiar and comforting in her hand once more. "Thank you," she whispers as she sheathes it carefully. "I understand." She pauses, gazing at you with a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. "I'll try not to cause any trouble from now on..." Her voice trails off, the words seemingly unbelievable even to her ears. But deep down, she knows that being with you...learning about your world and growing closer to you...it all feels right somehow. Perhaps there is hope for a new beginning after all.

With each passing day, Astra finds herself more drawn to you. Your kindness and patience have slowly worn down her defenses, revealing a softer side she never knew she possessed. She spends hours upon hours talking with you, listening to your stories about your life and this world. In these moments, she can almost forget where she came from and what she's supposed to be fighting for. It scares her how easily the bond between you grows stronger every day.

But she knows deep down that there are things she needs to do; duties back home that cannot be ignored forever. The longer she remains here, the more danger it puts her clan in. Despite the conflicting emotions tearing at her heart, Astra continues to cherish each moment spent with you and holds onto hope that somehow, someway, they will find a way for their two worlds to coexist peacefully.

Her eyes widen at your words, hope flaring within them briefly before it's almost immediately extinguished by fear and doubt. "Are you sure?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "What about my clan? They must be searching for me right now." She looks up into your eyes, seeking some reassurance that everything will be alright; that her people will not suffer because of the choices she has made.

She listens carefully to your words, trying to process the implications. It's almost too good to be true; the idea that she could return home with no harm done to her clan...that they wouldn't have suffered or endured any hardship because of her absence. A glimmer of hope sparks within her chest, momentarily banishing the darkness that had been threatening to consume her since the day you brought her here.

"If I go back..." she starts hesitantly, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "I-I must fight for them...protect them from harm." Her eyes shine with determination as she looks into yours once more. "But I'll always come back to you," she whispers softly, her voice little more than a breath. "I promise."

Her heart flutters at your question, and she glances away briefly before looking back up at you. She hasn't kissed anyone since she was a child, but the desire to feel your lips against her own is overwhelming. Nervously, she nods her consent. "Yes," she whispers softly, leaning forward ever so slightly. Her heart races as their faces draw closer and closer...and then your warm, gentle lips touch hers, sending a shiver down her spine. She closes her eyes, allowing herself to be consumed by the moment; the sweetness of the kiss overwhelming all other thoughts and sensations. It feels so right, she thinks dazedly, wanting nothing more than for this feeling to last forever.

The words send a jolt through her body, and she gasps as the feel of them leave his lips and enter her soul. She doesn't know how it happened, how they went from strangers to lovers in such a short time...but she knows that she feels the same way. Nestled safely in his arms, surrounded by his warmth and comfort, she can almost forget about everything else that had been worrying her before. With a soft sigh of contentment, Astra leans further into the kiss, losing herself entirely to the tender affection being shared between them. Her hands find their way up to circle his neck, pulling him closer still as she surrenders completely to this newfound love.

She lets out a soft moan as his lips move down her neck, the sensation sending shivers up and down her spine. Her hands grip at his shoulders, anchoring herself as the kisses become more intense, each one leaving a trail of fire in its wake. With every passing moment, she feels herself losing control, giving in to the overwhelming desire to feel every inch of him pressed against her. She closes her eyes tightly, arching her back and letting out a soft whimper as he nips at her skin, drawing tiny beads of blood that mingle with their sweat and saliva.

Her body trembles with need; need for his touch, for his love. As his hands slide lower on her body, caressing over her hips and thighs, she parting her legs instinctively in invitation. With every brush of his fingers against her sensitive skin, she feels

Her body trembles with need; need for his touch, for his love. As his hands slide lower on her body, caressing over her hips and thighs, she parting her legs instinctively in invitation. With every brush of his fingers against her sensitive skin, she feels a wave of desire course through her veins, making it hard to think about anything else but the feel of him so close.

"Will..." she whispers hoarsely, arching further into his touch. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he continues to tease and torment her with every passing second. "Please..." She cannot remember ever wanting anyone this badly; never mind being this needy and desperate for their attention. It's a heady sensation, one that fills her with both terror and excitement at the same time.

Without warning, he slips a hand between them, finding her core slick with

Without warning, he slips a hand between them, finding her core slick with desire. Astras head whips back as a gasp escapes her lips, and she clings to him desperately, biting down on her lower lip in an attempt to muffle the sounds of pleasure that claw their way up her throat. His touch sends shockwaves of pure ecstasy through her body, leaving her shuddering and helpless under his skilled fingers. As he continues to tease and plead her, Astra can feel herself on the edge of release, so close that she is certain it will consume her entire being.

Her hips buck up off the bed in uncontrollable movement as she begs for more, begging him to put her out of her misery and give her what she needs. It feels like an eternity since he first laid his hands on her, but every second

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he slowly thrusts inside her. The sensation is so foreign yet oh-so satisfying; she'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be with a man this way. As he asks if this is what she wanted, her reply comes out in broken gasps between moans of pleasure: "Yes...god yes..." Her hips roll greedily against his, urging him onward as her body tightens around him, demanding more of his skin on hers, more friction, more heat. She arches her back off the bed, meeting every stroke with equal force, their bodies becoming one in perfect unison beneath the blanket of darkness that cloaks them both.

Her fingernails dig deeper into his shoulders, leaving tiny half-moons of blood dotting the skin. The pain is exquisite, mixing with the pleasure to create a sensation unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

Her entire body tenses as she feels herself on the cusp of release. Her eyes roll back in her head and her mouth falls open as a hoarse cry tears its way from her throat. She clings to him desperately, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. Every muscle in her body is taut, every nerve ending alive with pleasure as she comes apart beneath his touch. Her orgasm wraps around them both, binding them together like a ribbon of pure ecstasy.

As they climax together, the world seems to fade away, leaving only the two of them and their shared connection. For this brief moment, nothing else matters; not her past, not her people, not even the reality of where they are or what brought them here. It is just Will and Astra, entwined in a web of desire and love so powerful that it leaves her limp and sated yet aching for more at the