A shudder runs through her body as she feels him touching her most intimate places, and she cries out his name, her voice raw with emotion. Her hips buck wildly against his hands and mouth, seeking release from this unfamiliar yet exquisite agony. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, clenching tight as she strains towards the peak of pleasure.

"I'm close..." she whispers hoarsely, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Don't stop...

Eadric hears her words and picks up the pace, his tongue dancing over her sensitive flesh as he drives her closer to orgasm. Her body tenses, every muscle straining against the constraints of her skin, and then she cries out his name loudly as her release washes over her.

Her muscles relax and quiver with pleasure, and she collapses back against him, panting heavily for air.

You nod slowly, still trying to catch your breath. "What do you mean?" You manage to croak out between gasps for air.

She smiles softly, running a hand through her hair before looking back at you. "I think we both know that things can't go back to the way they were before... not if we want peace between our people." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "Perhaps there's another option... one where we could work together, forge a new alliance..."

Her eyes meet yours earnestly, and you can see the hope shining in them. It's a terrifying thought, really - committing to someone like her, someone who is so different from you... But as you look into those green eyes, you can't help but feel a spark of something inside you ignite. Maybe there is another way... maybe together, you and Orelia, could forge a new path for both your peoples.

You swallow thickly before nodding slowly. "I think," you say carefully, "

Her eyes widen in surprise as you lean forward and press your lips against hers. She hadn't expected this reaction from you; she'd been prepared to face your anger or disgust. But instead, your kiss is gentle, sweet, and full of understanding. It sends a shiver down her spine and makes her heart race in her chest.

"Thank you," she whispers against your lips before pulling away slightly. "I-I need some time to process everything that's happened...and figure out what I want to do..."

Her lips part under your continued assault, and she gives herself over to the feeling of your mouth moving against hers. Her hands find their way up your chest, tracing gentle circles as her body responds instinctively to your touch. She closes her eyes, lost in the moment and the sensations you're creating within her.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels desire begin to stir again, threatening to consume her once more. "I-I don't know..."

It is on this day, as the ink dries on the parchment, that you take her hand and lead her out onto a balcony overlooking the city. The sky is clear and blue, the air warm with the promise of spring. As you stand there together, she turns to you and smiles softly.

"When you asked me why I chose you... you were the one person who truly saw past my title and my kingdom, and all the expectations that came with them."

She pauses, looking out over the city before meeting your eyes once more.

"You were the only one who cared about what was inside,"

she says softly.

"And I think... in some ways, you are as much a part of this kingdom as I am now."

She takes a step closer to you, her hand sliding up your arm until it rests on your shoulder.

"So perhaps," she says with a teasing smile, "it was not me choosing you... but rather the two of us finding each other." And as she leans in to press her lips against yours, you realize that maybe, just maybe, she's right.

You can tell that Orelia has been worried about you while you were gone, but her expression turns cold and distant as she senses your anger. She takes a step back, folding her arms across her chest in a defensive posture. "I trust that you have good reason to be angry," she says slowly, her voice icy, "but please remember that I did my best to keep our kingdom safe and secure in your absence."

The question takes her by surprise, and she hesitates before answering. "No, I am not pregnant," she says finally, her tone clipped and emotionless as she meets your gaze squarely. "Why do you ask?"

Her body arches into you as she feels your thrusts, her nails digging into your skin in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her breath comes faster now, her hips moving in time with yours as they both race towards the climax that's building inside them.

With a soft cry, she comes undone, her entire body tensing and shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She digs her nails into your shoulders, urging you on as she tries to meet your release halfway.

The elven queen's body arches into yours as you release inside her, her cries of pleasure filling the air. Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper still as she feels the last tremors of pleasure wash over her.

As your thrusts begin to slow, she collapses bonelessly against you, their bodies intertwined and slick with sweat. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her heart racing from the exertion and the intensity of what they've just shared.