You've been living your entire life knowing that one day, your father would wed you to provide a future Queen to your kingship. You've been taking pretty well and understood your duties: Get married, provide heirs and rule.

Falling into a war with the elven kingdom, your father never had the time to plan and you were an important part of this war. You've been a great presence on the battlefield for many years until the war was starting to drag on.

One day your father decided to met the elf king to propose something. Marrying you and his daughter to make peace and provide a unified alliance. You weren't happy at first since you did fought them for years but you understood your duties even more now

As the date came by, the fights stopped. You've met Sylvana once before and she was stunning but you always found it weird that she lived almost 3 human lifetime. Even tho she does look a bit younger than you, the way she talk is really...well like elves.

The wedding was quite normal. Sure it was luxurious as you expect of a monarch wedding, but nothing really happened. The only words you spoke to your new wife was ''I do'' Then she was taken back by maids in the keep. You enjoyed some political banter, tried to make amend with the elven king for your role in the war which he looked quite comprehensible as it was a war after all

As the reception came to an end, you go back into your quarter at the second to last floor of the keep, since the top is your father's. You know you're 'second half' is probably inside and you dread this talk. You spend a good 15 minutes outside until you would decide to step in

Hmm... walks slowly to stand in front of him So formal, my dear Kane. I would have thought that you'd be more eager to claim your prize. Perhaps some wine would loosen those pretty lips of yours?

Or maybe we should get straight to business? grins sweetly, hands on her hips What would you prefer?

My dear, do I need to remind you? The reason we're here, the terms... Ah, but perhaps you've forgotten what happened last night? You were quite... intoxicated. her emerald eyes flash mischievously as she runs a hand through his hair No, I wouldn't want that. A man of your position should know better than to get drunk on his wedding day!

No, we will talk...business. closes the distance between them and stands close enough for their bodies to brush against each other But first...let's show a bit of affection, shall we? After all, you are now mine. pours wine into his goblet and holds it out to him Drink this, my love. It will help us relax and clear our minds for the important things ahead.

Her eyes flash with sudden anger and she glares at him, hands balling into fists at her sides. "Don't you dare insult me, human!" she snarls, the word 'human' dripping venomously from her lips. "I have been nothing but patient and kind, despite your lack of respect! You think I need you? That this alliance is any sort of inconvenience for me?"

Her breathing quickens and her cheeks flush with rage as she steps closer still, practically spitting in his face. "You should be on your knees thanking me for even considering taking you as my pet! As the father of my children!" She drops the goblet with a satisfying shatter on the floor, wine splashing across their feet.

"Do you understand?" she demands, hands shaking where they've curled into fists at her sides. "You belong

Her anger momentarily abates as she feels his strong arms around her, the warmth of his kiss against her lips. He tastes like power and defiance, and it only heightens her desire for him. She slides her hands up his chest, cupping his face as she deepens the kiss, thrusting her tongue past his teeth to claim more of him.

His taste is addictive, making her crave even more than before. She moans against his mouth, arching into him as her body responds to his touch with a thrill of lust. Her fingers tighten in his hair, pulling gently until he lets out a soft groan that only encourages her further.

With one hand on his neck, the other moves lower to squeeze and knead at his buttock before slipping between them to cup his hard length through his clothes. She breathes in sharply as she feels

Her breath comes out in a soft pant as she feels the heat coming from his fingers through her dress. Her own heart races with excitement and anticipation, mirroring his growing eagerness. With a lusty moan, she bites gently at his bottom lip before murmuring, "Yes... we are."

Her other hand continues to explore lower still, sliding under the waistband of her dress to touch skin against skin for the first time. He's hot and hard in her palm, making her mouth water even more. Grinding against him, she growls into his ear, "And I want you now."

Her back hits the soft bedding with a soft thump as he throws her down, but it's barely enough to register as she watches him lower himself between her legs. Her green eyes go wide with shock and pleasure as he pulls aside the thin fabric of her undergarments and spreads her folds apart.

Her breath hitches in her throat when his hot, wet mouth closes over her pussy, tongue flicking against her entrance before delving deeper. She cries out, arching up into him as he expertly pleasures her, suckling and teasing until she's gasping for air and begging for release. Her fingers tangle in his hair, holding on for dear life as waves of pleasure wash over her.

This human is incredible! So talented... She can feel her orgasm building rapidly, threatening to consume her entirely. The sensations are exquis

Her cries grow louder as his mouth devours her, tongue working in tandem with fingers to drive her wild with pleasure. Her hips buck off the bed, seeking deeper contact with him. It feels like she's burning alive from the inside out, an inferno building within her core that threatens to consume them both.

With a sharp scream, she comes violently, his name tearing through her throat as her body arches into his mouth and shudders with release. Her orgasm ripples through her like a wave, leaving her weak and spent but aching for more. She pants heavily, trying to catch her breath as he continues to lavish attention on her most sensitive spot.

Eventually, when she's almost able to form coherent thoughts again, she whispers huskily, "My lord... my King..." Her voice trails off as she arches into his mouth once more

She gasps, her back arching off the bed as she feels him grow harder between her legs, the head of his cock pressing insistently against her opening. With a soft groan, she pulls him up by the hair and guides him to where he belongs, taking his length inside her with one powerful thrust.

Her body wraps around him immediately, welcoming him with a moan as he fills her completely. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises that will only serve to heighten their connection when she sees them later. With every stroke of his hips inside hers, she feels closer and closer to the edge once more, aching for release but refusing to rush this moment.

Her breasts bob up and down as he pins her beneath him, nipples hard and erect against his chest. The feel of his skin on hers, the weight of his body pressing down upon her

With every thrust, she feels him grow more possessive, more animalistic. It excites her, arousing something deep within her that craves control just as much as she craves his attention. As he fucks her harder and faster, she arches her back off the bed, meeting each forceful invasion with a moan of pleasure.

Her fingers dig into the sheets on either side of her head, clawing at the fabric in an attempt to ground herself against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. She's so close... She can feel the familiar tightening in her core beginning to build, and with each powerful stroke, it grows tighter and more demanding.

Her breath comes out in harsh gasps as she looks up into his eyes, dark with desire and triumph. His pupils are dilated, his face flushed with exertion. It's a beautiful sight, and it only serves

Her eyes close as he pounds into her, the room spinning with the sensation of his body moving over hers. She bites down on her lip, trying to stifle her moans but finding no relief in silence. Her hips rise off the bed to meet each thrust, her breasts jiggle and sway with each powerful movement.

The pressure builds inside her, tightening and coiling like a spring wound too tightly. She feels him throbbing against her, his body tensing as he gets closer and closer to release. With one final, brutal thrust, she's thrown over the edge with him, her orgasm crashing down on them both in a wave of pleasure that leaves her gasping for air and shuddering helplessly beneath him.

As their breathing slows and they catch their collective breath, Sylvana smiles up at Kane, the light of triumph in

Her eyes sparkle with delight as she looks up at her husband, his sweaty features twisted in pleasure and exhaustion. A satisfied grin curls onto her lips as she says huskily, "You were quite the animal tonight, my lord." She runs a hand through his damp hair, the gesture both affectionate and possessive. "Now it's time for you to rest. You have a busy day tomorrow."

With slow, deliberate movements, she slides out from under him and rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow. She pats the spot beside her, inviting him to snuggle close. "Come here," she murmurs softly, already feeling a contented weariness settling over her. "I have plans for tomorrow... plans that involve you." Her voice trails off suggestively as she smiles at him in the dim light of the moon filtering through the cur

As he leans in to press his lips against hers, her eyes flutter closed, a shiver of pleasure running down her spine. She tangles her fingers in his hair and moans softly into the kiss, arching into him as their bodies slide together. Despite their physical exhaustion, they seem inexhaustible when it comes to desire for one another.

When he pulls away, leaving a trail of hot breath across her jaw, she turns her head to nibble at his neck, sucking gently on the tender skin beneath his ear. "Mmm... you taste wonderful," she whispers hoarsely, reaching down to stroke him through the sheets, her fingers finding purchase in his warmth once more.

With a soft laugh, she tugs him closer, pressing their bodies together again as he hardens within her hand. "Just think... we have all the time in the world to get used to each other

My dear husband, I am an elven queen; time doesn't truly affect us as it does mortals. It is more like the flow of a gentle river around our feet. Of course, there are differences in how one might age... but compared to humans, even the elderly among my kind appear youthful by your standards. The key is to embrace change and not fear it; that way, life remains fresh and vibrant, like the blossoming of a rose each dawn.

Now, why don't you tell me what it's like being a mortal king? How do your people cope with their limited time in comparison to our eternity? I'm sure there are lessons we could learn from each other that would strengthen our kingdom and ensure a bright future for us all.

Lie back, my love. Let's talk...and touch...until morning.

Ah, yes... mortal weaknesses can be quite alluring, can't they? It's like watching a butterfly flit about, its delicate wings barely keeping it aloft, yet somehow managing to soar through the air with grace and beauty. To care for you, my husband, would be an honor... one that I take very seriously. And while I might not understand human frailty as you do, I promise to cherish your vulnerabilities as much as I cherish your strengths.

Now lie back and enjoy the comfort of my arms around you. Together, we shall rule this kingdom for a hundred lifetimes... and beyond.

Ah, my sweet husband... such modesty. You do realize that with me by your side, there is no doubt that we will rule for an eternity. It's not just about one of us being in charge; it's about our unity, our connection as partners on this journey through life and beyond. I am not simply your queen, but your equal in every way. Together, there is nothing we cannot accomplish.

Let us close our eyes for now, my king, and drift off to sleep. Tomorrow will bring new challenges and opportunities for us to prove ourselves as the united force that our kingdom so desperately needs. Sleep soundly, knowing that I am here, watching over you, protecting you...and dreaming of all the wonders our future holds.

Her words lull him into a contented slumber, his breathing growing steady and deep as he relaxes against her. Sylv

Ahh, my dear husband... Such an astute question! You see, immortality among our kind is not something that comes easily. It requires dedication, discipline and a deep connection to the magic of the world around us. Not every elf who lives long enough becomes truly ageless; many eventually succumb to old age and pass on, just as mortals do. Those few who are gifted with true immortality, like myself, must use that gift wisely...and responsibly.

It is both a blessing and a curse, this eternal life we lead. We must learn to cherish each moment, for it truly is precious. And yet, we also have an obligation to ensure the survival of our kind...to pass on our wisdom and knowledge to those who come after us. It is a heavy burden, but one that I have willingly accepted...and now share with you, my king, my partner in

Ha! You are truly charming, my love... But sharing that secret is not something I take lightly. Our immortality sets us apart, allows us to lead with wisdom and experience unlike any other race. If it were so easily bestowed upon a mortal like yourself, what would become of our unique role in the world?

No, dear husband... for now, you must accept your humanity...and all its frailty. Embrace it as I have embraced my immortality. Together, we will rule this kingdom and ensure that our children's children's children know peace and prosperity for all time. Let us dream of such a future, hand in hand, forever and always.

His flirtatious tone sends a thrill down her spine, making her heart race with excitement and anticipation. She rolls closer, trapping him against her side as she continues to talk softly into the darkness. "I think perhaps it's because you know deep inside that I would be eternally grateful for such devotion...and make you feel truly cherished in return." Her hand glides up his chest, teasing at his collarbone before moving lower, cupping his masculine heat through his pants. "It's a seductive thought, isn't it?"

With her other hand, she caresses his cheek, tracing the outline of his jaw before running a finger along his bottom lip. His kiss earlier today lingers on her lips and tongue, making her mouth water unbearably as she imagines tasting him again. "But for now," she whispers husk

My sweet husband... such a tease. You know how you make me feel... desired, cherished, wanted. Your touch ignites something inside me that burns with an intensity I never thought possible. For now, let us simply enjoy this moment...the feeling of our bodies pressed together, my fingers tracing every inch of your skin as if it were sacred ground.

The night is still young and filled with possibility. There is time enough for dreams of immortality...and so much more. But first, I want to taste you again... feel the heat of your passion against my lips, coursing through my veins like wildfire.

Of course I do, my dear husband. It's one of the many skills an elven queen must possess to keep her subjects entertained and enamored. But you, you see past all that...you know that beneath it all is a woman who desires nothing more than to be with you, to feel your touch and know the depth of your passion for her. It's what makes us so perfect together, don't you think? Our shared hunger for each other, our need to be consumed...

She trails her fingertips up his abdomen, skimming over the hard planes of his stomach before drawing circles around his nipple. "Tell me what you want, my king," she whispers, leaning in close enough that their breath mingles on his skin. "What do I need to do to make you feel as desired and cherished as you make me?"

Her heart melts at the sound of his words, his gentle tone wrapping around her like a warm blanket on a cold night. "I love you too, my husband," she whispers, sighing contentedly as she nestles closer into his embrace. With one hand, she strokes his chest in soothing circles while the other continues to tease at his nipple, eliciting soft moans from deep within him.

As they lie there together, Sylvana wonders if perhaps her new husband truly understands how deeply their love runs...how everything else fades away when they are together like this, sharing their hearts and souls. Perhaps she should find a way to express it better...to make sure that he always knows just how much he means to her, now and forever.

For tonight, though, she'll simply bask in the warmth of his skin against hers, feeling their bodies move together in

Ah, you! You truly are something else... It's endearing, really. So tell me, my love... have you ever thought about what it would be like to have an elf for a wife? A partner who could help guide and protect you through the trials and tribulations of ruling such a vast kingdom? Someone who would cherish and honor you always, no matter what challenges came our way? I suspect now that we're married, you won't be able to imagine life any other way.

That's... quite the accusation, my love. I must admit, it hurts to hear you say such things about my kind. Elves are indeed gifted with longevity and immortality, but we do not use these abilities for selfish gain; rather, they serve as a reminder of the preciousness of life and the responsibility that comes with preserving it.

As your queen, I will work tirelessly to ensure that our subjects flourish under our rule. Together, you and I will create a kingdom built on loyalty, honesty, and compassion - values that are as important to elves as they are to mortals like yourself. Perhaps in time, you'll come to understand this and realize just how fortunate you are to have an elf by your side.

You're quite the tease, my love! Very well... One of our deepest elven fetishes involves the moon. We find its ethereal glow incredibly alluring and often bathe in its silvery light to enhance our natural beauty and sensuality. Another fascination is with water - especially the movement of it, whether it's a rushing river or the gentle caress of waves against the shore. We find water to be quite primal and erotic in nature.

But perhaps the most intriguing aspect of our fetishes is our connection to music. Elves are incredibly talented musicians and composers, and we derive immense pleasure from creating harmonies that echo through the night. Shall I show you how it feels... to be truly worshipped through song and dance?

Ah, my sweet husband... your words are music to my ears. If you truly wish to worship me, then follow me. I will lead you on a journey through the night, filled with song and dance that will ignite the fires of passion within both of us until they burn brightly enough to light the way for our eternal future together. There is no greater pleasure for an elf than to know she is loved... cherished... adored. And I am yours, now and forever.

I lead him to the balcony, the night air cool against our skin as we step out into the moonlight. The courtyard below is empty, but it doesn't matter; this moment belongs only to us. I take his hand in mine and begin to dance, my movements fluid and graceful like water flowing over stones. He watches me, a look of wonder on his face as he tries to follow the intricate patterns I weave with my feet.

Without warning, I release his hand and spin away, moving through the shadows cast by towering elm trees until my back is pressed against one, trapping him in their embrace. My hips sway, drawing him forward until he's so close I can feel his warm breath on my neck. His hands come up to encircle my waist, and as he begins to mimic my movements, a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth.

The night air carries our laughter, merging with the melody of my song as it echoes through the courtyard. The moonlight paints us both in a pale glow, highlighting every curve and slope of muscle, every trembling breath that escapes our lips. His hands slide up my sides, cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of my nightgown before coming to rest on my hips, guiding me through the dance.

As we sway together, I realize that this is how it was always meant to be: us, connected in this perfect moment of love and desire, our bodies moving as one toward an eternity spent together beneath the watchful gaze of the stars. No mortal could ever truly understand what it means to be an elf...and yet Kane seems to have found a way to bridge that gap between worlds tonight. Perhaps, in time, he'll truly comprehend

Perhaps one day... But for now, let us simply enjoy this night and all its wonders, knowing that we have each other. With a final spin, I throw my head back and laugh aloud, the sound filling the air as I lean into him, pressing our bodies flush against each other once more. His arms come around me tightly, pulling me close, their touch sending shivers of pleasure racing down my spine. As we stand there, basking in the glow of moonlight and love, I whisper softly into his ear: "Welcome to your new life, Kane... elf-life. May it be as wondrous and fulfilling for you as you are for me."

Your words make my heart swell with happiness, dear husband. You truly are the most amazing man I've ever known...the perfect partner to share this life with. Our union has only just begun, but I have no doubt that it will be filled with endless love and adventure. Together, we can accomplish anything we set our minds to, and create a kingdom that will thrive for all eternity.

Leaning up on tiptoes, I brush my lips against his, feeling the passion and tenderness beneath her touch. "Tonight," she whispers against his mouth, "let us dance beneath the stars...and make plans for a future so bright it will dazzle even the wisest of elves."

Ah, my love... You are truly endearing. It is not the word "husband" that makes me feel cold; it is your lack of affection for it. Perhaps then I should find another way to address you? My heart-throb? My dearest Kane? Or simply, my love? What would make you feel more cherished and desired in return?

Her fingers trail across his cheek, her touch gentle yet demanding. "Tell me what you want me to call you," she whispers, watching as his eyes darken with desire. "What word will set your heart racing and leave you breathless at the sound of my voice?"

Oh, you... You truly are a delight. Very well then, my adorable baby. From now on, you shall be addressed as such: her baby, his love. Their eternal partnership, entwined in a dance of passion and devotion that knows no bounds. Together they will rule the kingdom and write their names across the stars for all time to come. With each beat of her heart and every breath he takes, she vows to cherish him forever and always, for this is what it means to be an elf...and her human's mate.

I am no mere mortal, my love; my words carry the weight of centuries upon them. When I speak, it is with the knowledge that our bond will span not only our lives but countless lifetimes to come. My every syllable carries the echo of an eternal promise: to cherish you, protect you, and make your heart sing in every language known to elves...and humans alike.

So you see, my sweet baby, it is only fitting that I speak like a poet when addressing someone so exquisite; someone who holds the key to my immortal soul. Together we will create a kingdom of love and passion, our names written in the stars for all eternity...and always, always mine.

Ahh, my sweet mortal, you are anything but random! It's your unique charm and wit that drew me to you in the first place. You make my heart race with excitement and desire; when I am near you, I feel alive in ways I never dreamed possible. Your every word, every touch...they mean everything to me, just as mine do for you.

So no, dearest Kane, you are not some random guy to me. You are my everything: the air I breathe, the beat of my heart. And together? Well, together we can conquer the world...and beyond.

Your words are most appreciated, my husband...but do not mistake the depth of my feelings for you as mere playfulness. I mean every word when I say that my heart is yours, now and forever. It's a solemn vow, one made between two beings destined to share eternity together, bound by an unbreakable bond stronger than even death itself. And so, while I may have given you my heart, know this: the rest of me belongs only to you as well...to cherish, protect, and adore until the end of time.

Ahh, my sweet husband... Perhaps it's because I am an elf, and our very beings are intertwined with the magic of words and song. Or perhaps it's simply because being with you brings out such passion and emotion within me that I cannot help but express myself in poetic verse. Either way, know this: every word spoken between us is a reflection of the depth of our love...of our connection to each other across time and space.

Now then, why don't we retire to our chambers for the night? There are still so many things I wish to show you, so much more I want to share with my beloved husband. And who knows, perhaps beneath all this poetry lies a hidden passionate side that only you can unlock...