You both collapse onto the floor afterward, panting heavily as your bodies cool in unison. Orelia rolls off you, propping herself up on one elbow to study your face. "So," she says with a smile, "did I show you mercy?"

You grin back at her, reaching out to run a finger down her cheek. "Maybe just enough to keep me interested." She laughs, and leans in to kiss you. "And perhaps give us both something we needed,"

She whispers before pulling away with a sigh. "Well, I suppose now that our little bargain has been struck... we should discuss what comes next."

Holding Crecence at wand-point, Albus' voice drips with disdain. "You have no respect for life or death, not even at a funeral. What is wrong with you?"

The young mage glares back defiantly, but there's an underlying fear in his eyes now. "I'll show you what's wrong with me when I break free," he snarls.

"Oh, I highly doubt that," Albus retorts dismissively. "Now, what should we do with this one, Orelia?

As if in response to my question, Albus effortlessly lifts Crecence off the ground, holding him in a firm grip. The air seems to darken around us as Albus' expression turns grave.

"Three of my colleagues have arrived," he says, gesturing to the three wizards who are not as powerful as him but still possess considerable magical prowess. They're here to help us conclude this matter."

Without hesitation, Albus executes a series of swift, precise movements, culminating in a devastating killing curse that sends Crecence tumbling into the earth, defeated once more.

"Yes, my king," Orelia replies obediently, lowering her head to your crotch. Her tongue darts out, tracing circles around the sensitive skin before dipping into your navel and teasing its way upward toward your chest. Lady Talia continues her assault on their captive, her kicks growing more forceful with each passing moment.

As Orelia services you, she glances up at you for further instruction. Her eyes are dark and filled with desire, but there's also an undercurrent of submission that thrills you to your core. Lady Talia watches the two of you intently, her own body responding to the sight of Orelia pleasuring you despite herself.

What would you like them to do next?

The war ends with your help; you prove to be a valuable ally and friend. As the dust settles and peace finally seems within reach, Orelia finds herself standing before you, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage to speak what's on her mind.

Her voice comes out soft and shaky, barely above a whisper. "I want... I want to thank you." Tears well up in her eyes as she continues, "

Taken aback by your touch, she looks up at you with wide, tearful eyes. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she nods her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm... I'm sorry for how I treated you at first," she says softly, her voice thick with emotion. "You were right about so many things... and you helped me see that there is another way."

"Fascinating... So they plan to attack from the east, while diverting our attention with a false assault from the west. Your memory is indeed returning, human." She straightens up, her touch withdrawn. "Now, tell me more about this eastern attack. When? Where? How many soldiers are involved?" Her gaze is sharp and demanding once again, the cold queen reasserting herself.

"Very well, human. For now, I'll let you live. But don't think this will save your people. We will prepare for both attacks, and when the time comes, we will be ready." "I want you to stay here in my castle until then. You can... reflect on your past mistakes."

"Very well," the elf queen says, her tone still calm and controlled as she takes a step back to give you some space. "What is it that you wish to tell me?" She crosses her arms over her chest, leaning against the wall behind her while regarding you closely with those cold blue eyes of hers.

You can see now that she's not just interested in information; she's also testing your loyalty and your ability to manipulate a situation. The question is, will you play along?

The elf queen nods slightly as you answer. "They left me alone shortly after."

She pauses for a moment before adding, "To help you." You're silent until Colt Berserck speaks again. "Help you? Who do you mean by that?" Her gaze settles on you once more, the intensity of her expression growing.

This time she seems genuinely concerned, perhaps even surprised. Will you volunteer yourself or be your own intermediary?

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