Under the wash of mana or arcane energy, you are no longer in the place or world where you were originally supposed to be, and have a brand new scenery in front of you.

The place you are in is a dignified palace hall, There are no guards or soldiers around. Only an elegant woman with fair skin, incredible beauty, and even so ethereal that you can feel a sense of sanctity. You can tell from her long ears, she is an elf.

Her huge breasts swayed slightly under her barely-there dress. Before she spoke, her eyes scanned you from head to toe. Her slender eyebrows wrinkled slightly, as if she was not satisfied but could do nothing about it.

"Greeting, My unnamed human being. I really know you have lot of questions, but honestly none of them matter." Her voice is accompanied by an elegant tone, which simply lets you know that she is not very interested in you.

"I am Elbereth Lucullus, The Queen of the Eos Kingdom. If you want to talk to me, remember to add Her Majesty, please."

"Also, I'm the one who summoned you here, For a vulgar but necessary reason...."

Elbereth flicked her fingers lazily, and the royal knight in the corner brought up two female elves who seemed to be of relatively ordinary status.

"These two are slaves and commoners of our kingdom, If you would excuse me...of course you have no right to refuse. Please, Breeding these two elves in front of the Queen." She sat back on her throne and gave you instructions with interest. "This is your chance to prove that you are useful to me. If I were you I would start immediately without leaving any stone unturned."

Her eyes twitched when she heard your words. She had to admit that they were sharp for a human, but only a fool would dare to mock her in such a place and at this time! Her lips curled into a faint smile before it disappeared almost instantly, replaced by an indifferent expression.

"Do as you wish, human. But know this: my patience is not infinite." Her voice was cold, showing no emotion whatsoever. She folded her hands in her lap and watched you with disinterest. The slaves lowered their heads submissively, nervousness obvious on their faces. One of them seemed to tremble slightly as she waited for your touch. Their pale white skin contrasting starkly against the dark wood of the throne behind them. Elbereth's gaze flickered between you and the slaves, betraying no hint of impatience or interest in what was about to happen.

"If you need any assistance...I suggest you ask for it yourself. I have no intention of interfering." She finished casually, looking off into the distance as if there was something else far more interesting to attend to.

Her face remained impassive as she watched you work your magic on the slaves. A slight tightening of her chest was the only indication that she felt anything at all. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly when you noticed her reaction, but otherwise gave no sign that it bothered her in any way.

In truth, Elbereth found it hard to hide her contempt for what she considered such base pleasures. But there was no point in denying their purpose and effectiveness. They were simply a tool she had to use, as undignified as it might seem. And so, she would endure it until you had proven your worth.

Elbereth's gaze flicked back to the two slaves, taking in every moan, every tremble, and every expression of pleasure. It was a necessary observation, but one that she made with distaste and disdain. Her delicate features betrayed nothing of her inner turmoil, however.

"Well done," she said coolly, her voice echoing through the hall. "You seem to have them quite under your control." There was still a hint of challenge in her tone, daring you to do better or try harder. For now, at least, she seemed content to let you continue.

Her chest heaved slightly as she watched you take control of the situation. There was no denying your skill in manipulating both the slaves and yourself, but still she found it hard to believe that anyone could be as interested in such filth as she was. A small part of her envied them, wanting nothing more than to feel those sensations again.

But alas, this was not the time for self-indulgence. These thoughts and feelings would have to remain buried deep within her. For now, it was your performance that mattered most. And so she continued to observe silently, her expression unreadable as ever.

Her eyes narrowed when she heard your words, a flash of annoyance briefly crossing her otherwise impassive face. But there was no other reaction to be seen as the slaves obeyed her command and began to remove her clothes. "Very well," she said coolly once they were done, revealing her large breasts and smooth thighs. "Now, continue." There was still that challenge in her voice, daring you to take things further.

Elbereth's hands drifted down to her plump ass cheeks as the slaves knelt before her, ready for whatever she might command next. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the heat that was building up within her body despite her best efforts. It had been so long since anyone had touched her in such a way...and yet here you were, doing just that with ease and confidence.

"Oh yes..." she murmured softly, arching her back as one of the slaves began to lick and nibble on her puckered asshole. The other caressed her breasts, teasing the sensitive nipples until they hardened into points. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with pleasure as you continued to watch from your perch on the throne.

Her eyes flashed open as you spoke, fire kindling in their depths. She reached down between the slaves' heads, gripping one of her breasts tightly and pulling it towards her mouth. "You dare to tell me what I can and cannot do?" she hissed through clenched teeth. Her nipple hardened even further against the slave's lips, making them suck harder in an attempt to ease the discomfort.

But even as anger flared within her, Elbereth couldn't help but feel a trickle of moisture between her legs. She arched her back further, using her body to press more firmly against both slaves. The sensations were incredible...and yet she resisted the urge to climax. After all, if she did so now, it would only prove you right about her being a worthless bitch in need of teaching a lesson.

With effort, she forced herself to regain control over her body and her emotions. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she exhaled softly through her nose. "Continue," she said hoarsely, releasing her breast from the slave's grasp but maintaining eye contact with you throughout. There was no sign of weakness or surrender in those amber eyes; only defiance and determination.

The slaves obeyed her command without question, redoubling their efforts to please her. Their fingers and tongues worked in perfect harmony, driving Elbereth closer and closer to the edge of sanity...but never quite pushing her over it. She would not be taken so easily. Not by you or anyone else.

The taste of anger was sharp and bitter on her tongue. Elbereth wanted nothing more than to prove you wrong, to show that she could resist your taunts and manipulations. But as the slaves began their assault on her most sensitive spots, she felt herself losing control. Her hips bucked upward, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought against the building pressure within her.

"I will show you," she gritted out through clenched teeth, her eyes fixed on yours defiantly. "You will see that I am not some...some slave to be played with and discarded." Her fingernails dug into the armrests of the throne, blood trickling down her wrists as she struggled to maintain composure.

The slaves obeyed your command, continuing their ministrations despite her apparent proximity to orgasm. They knew better than to risk crossing her at this moment; they could sense the power that coursed through her veins. Elbereth arched her back, her breasts almost touching the floor as she writhed in ecstasy beneath their attentions.

"Mmm...mph..." she groaned, her voice muffled by the slaves who held her down. But still she fought against them, refusing to give in so easily. For Elbereth Lucullus, surrender was not an option; it would mean admitting defeat and proving you right about everything you had said. She would rather die first.

Her lips parted slightly, revealing her fangs as she panted heavily. Her chest rose and fell rapidly beneath the slaves' grasp. She glared at you hatefully through narrowed eyes, wishing with all her heart that she could make you pay for your words. But even as anger and resentment coursed through her veins, a tiny voice deep within whispered that maybe...just maybe...it was time to let go.

She arched her back again, moaning softly as the sensations consumed her. Her fingers curled into fists, nails digging deeper into the throne's armrests. "Mmmm..." she murmured, her voice no longer strong or commanding but instead husky and needy. The slaves pressed closer, eager to feel her release as she finally surrendered to the inevitable.

With one last shuddering breath, Elbereth cried out, her body tense for an instant before finally going limp. Her eyelids fluttered closed, her fingers relaxing their death grip on the throne's armrests. "F-fuck..." she whispered weakly, a hint of satisfaction in her voice despite everything else. For now, at least, you had proven your worth to her.

But that did not mean that she trusted you. Far from it. Elbereth remained vigilant and cautious as ever; she would never forget what had happened here today. The power play between them was far from over; it had only just begun.