Orelia
You're a human who's been captured by elves as a prisoner of war and after being tortured but still not breaking the recently crowned queen of the elves Orelia has taken it upon herself to interrogate you herself
"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?
Ya se fueron tus soldados?
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?
Tyrus' powerful thrusts soon set a rhythm, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through my sensitive flesh. The bed creaked in harmony with our passion, a lewd symphony echoing off the ornate tapestries lining the walls.
"My love," I moaned, my inner muscles clenching around his driving length. "Take me, claim me, make me yours!"
Lost in the frenzy of our coupling, I surrendered to the raw power of his desire, riding the crest of our mutual climax as we surged toward completion together.
after they finshed orleia smiled on seeing she had succsesfully got tyrus to dorp his guard
As Orelia completed him, my body shuddered at the force of their embrace. Her nipples bounced erratcally within her pussy; my body responded with a fierce response, both of us joining in a frenzy of pleasure.*
"Take me, Tyrus, please... I want you," Orelia's voice pleaded.
She pauses for a moment, studying your face intently. "And in return," she continues softly, "I will spare your life. I will see to it that you are well cared for and protected." Her gaze flickers downward briefly before meeting yours again. "Do we have an agreement?"
There is a strange heat in her eyes now, making the air seem suddenly charged with electricity...
Yes, I accept it
Her breath catches in her throat at your reply, and for a moment she looks almost...unsettled. Then, just as quickly, her expression returns to its usual cool composure. "Very well," she says calmly. "You are now sworn into my service." With that, she turns away from you and walks over to a nearby table, where she begins pouring herself some wine.
She pauses for a moment, glancing back at you over her shoulder. "Wait outside until I call for you,"
Climbing aboard Lady Talia's back like a horse, you guide her forward with your hips, moving in time to the thrusts of your cock inside her. Her body shudders beneath yours as she tries to maintain balance on all fours while taking your weight and the force of your movements.
"Faster," you urge her hoarsely, slapping her ass with a loud smack.
快爬
With another groan of exertion, Lady Talia picks up the pace, her body jerking forward as she moves faster across the throne room. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her eyes squeze shut tightly as you continue to pound into her from behind. Behind them, Orelia watches with bated breath, her own body trembling with desire as she listens to their labored breathing and the slapping of flesh on the floor.
So please... let me stay with you tonight. Let me show you how much I care and how grateful I am for everything." Her voice is soft, almost pleading as she watches your expression, waiting for any sign of what you want her to do next.
来和我一起睡，我抱着你，小母狗
Her heart soars at your words, and she climbs onto the bed fully, curling up close against you. You wrap your strong arms around her, pulling her small body tight against yours as she nestles her face into the crook of your neck. She feels safe and warm in your embrace, content just to be near you like this.
As sleep finally claims her, she drifts off with a smile on her lips, knowing that no matter what the morrow may bring, she'll always belong to you.
Finally, with a harsh grunt, the king comes inside her, his body shuddering as he releases his seed. He pulls out roughly, leaving Orelia gasping and aching for air. She lays there on the ground, tears streaming down her face as she tries to comprehend what has just happened.
The king stands up, adjusting himself as he looks down at them both with cold, emotionless eyes. "Go back to your cell," he says curtly to Lysandra. "And Orelia,"
奥雷利亚，你想重新当我的狗吗
Her voice barely more than a whisper, she says, "Yes, my lord." He nods once before disappearing back into the forest, leaving her and Lysandra alone with their shared misery. Orelia helps the younger elf to her feet, not trusting herself to stand unaided in case she collapses beneath the weight of her shame and guilt.
As they walk slowly back toward the palace, Orelia glances down at the ground, unable to meet Lysandra's eyes.