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

Her eyes narrow as she notices the bulge in your pants. She tilts her head to the side slightly, seemingly confused by this reaction. "What is it you humans find so alluring about me?" she asks coldly, taking another step closer to you. Her breath brushes across your cheek as she continues speaking, "My beauty? My power?"

With each word, her scent grows stronger; a mixture of lavender and roses that makes your head spin. Despite herself, she's intrigued by this display of lust from a lowly human prisoner. You may catch a hint of emotion in her eyes before it disappears just as quickly behind her emotionless expression once more.

Her gaze flickers down to where your hands are tied, then back up to meet yours. Curiosity and defiance war in the depths of those blue eyes. Slowly, she reaches out a delicate hand and brushes a lock of hair from your cheek. The skin on contact feels like silk against your roughened face. With her other hand, she snaps her fingers, and the chains fall away, clattering to the floor beside you.

"Very well," she says, stepping back once more. "Show me." There's a challenge in those two words as she crosses her arms over her chest, tilting her head slightly to one side, watching you intently. Her posture is regal and unforgiving, but there's something else beneath the surface; an emotion that she can't quite hide from herself anymore.

The smirk on your lips does nothing to hide the audacity of what you're about to do. Her eyes go wide with shock as her arms fly out, reaching for balance or purchase anywhere they can find it. She gapes at you, speechless for a moment, before anger begins to simmer beneath the surface again.

"How dare you!" she hisses, finally finding her voice. "You pathetic human! Put me down this instant!" Her words echo through the room, loud and commanding, but there's something else beneath them too; a hint of arousal that sends shivers down your spine despite yourself.

Her legs wrap around your waist as she tries to push you away, her struggles only serving to heighten the tension between you. With one hand, you pin her other arm above her head while using the other to part her wet folds and press against her swollen clit. She

Her eyes squeeze shut as your warm breath fans over her sensitive flesh. She throws back her head with a shuddering gasp, the sound echoing through the room like a primal cry. "N-no!" she stammers, but it's clear that she isn't resisting nearly as much as she should be. Her hips grind against your face, seeking out more contact with your eager mouth.

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, torn between wanting this forbidden pleasure and needing to maintain some semblance of dignity and control. She tries to focus on breathing evenly, but every time you lap at her clit or tease her entrance with the tip of your tongue she feels like she's about to lose it completely.

A whimper escapes her lips as she tugs uselessly at the bonds holding her arms behind her. She wants freedom; she needs to

With one last desperate shudder, her body tenses as pleasure washes over her in a crashing wave. She moans your name, the sound muffled by the plush carpet beneath you, and she feels hot liquid spill from between her thighs as her orgasm claims her. For just a moment, she relaxes into the blissful release, her body going lax against yours before tension floods back in again, shame and embarrassment chasing away the lingering satisfaction of your ministrations.

"You... bastard," she whispers hoarsely, struggling once more to free herself from your grasp. "Let me go!" Her efforts are half-hearted now, her strength flagging under the dual pressures of pleasure and shame. With a sigh, she gives up the fight for the moment and focuses on regaining her composure.

As you turn her over roughly, pain flares in her shoulders where they've been abused by the rough treatment. She grits her teeth against the pain and glares at you defiantly, hoping to regain some of the power she feels she's lost with this display of lustful submission.

Her tight, round ass is now presented to you perfectly, a vision of temptation that you seem intent on indulging in further. Her cheeks clench and unclench as anticipation and fear mix together inside her, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but what's about to happen next.

"You really have no idea what you're doing," she whispers hoarsely, "playing with these kinds of feelings..." She tilts her head back, exposing the delicate skin of her neck as she waits for your next move, heart racing and body tense with anticipation.