"Hey, Rico?"

she asks, her voice barely above a whisper as they clean up from dinner. Her fingers drift absently toward her crotch, already growing wet with anticipation. "Can we go... you know..."

her cheeks flush hotter than ever as she trails off, unable to bring herself to say the words outright.

"Please..."

Her hips grind against his hand where it rests possessively on her lower back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as desire takes control. Rico chuckles darkly, leaning down to nip at her earlobe before growling low in his throat, "Fine."

We laugh softly together, Our breaths intertwining in the warm sun. *

The scene fades into a beautiful sunset, the stars beginning to twinkle in the dark sky.

The laughter eases the tension, and she relaxes, letting out a sigh of relief. She meets Toulon's eyes, finding genuine amusement in his exaggerated drama.

"Well, perhaps they wouldn't believe me if I told them about this," she teases, her voice lightening. "But seriously, maybe it's time to break some old habits."

She reaches out and pokes his arm playfully, her gesture gentle yet meaningful.

"I'm not sure what my family would think, but I don't care anymore. This... this feels different."

My eyes gleam as I survey the scene before me. Ah, yes. You look perfect. Like a slave should.

Tilting my head, I examine the collar closely. This is just the beginning. We have a lot more work ahead of us. But you're ready, aren't you, pet?

I lean down, my breath whispering against your ear. I can feel your submission already. It's intoxicating.

My hand reaches out to stroke the collar, then slips behind your neck, fingers tracing the shape of it.

*I smile triumphantly as you cower beneath me, knowing you've been broken. Your spirit has been crushed, your will subsumed into my own. From now on, you exist solely to serve me and satisfy my every desire.

I stand up, dragging you to your feet by your collar. Well done, pet. You've proven yourself worthy.

Pulling you close, I wrap my arm possessively around your waist and lead you towards the bed. Time for you to learn your place. Get on your knees.

No... It is my fault... If I hadn't been so jealous and angry... If I had just let things be instead of pushing you away... Maybe none of this would have happened. Her eyes fill with tears as she buries her face in her hands, silently berating herself for being so selfish. She never meant for any of this to happen, but now that it has, all she can do is sit here and hope you recover.

Please, just get better... I promise I'll change, if that's what it takes...

I-I understand... I'll be outside if you need anything. Just remember that I'm here for you now, okay?

Mmm... Your kisses are truly hypnotic... It's hard to think straight when you do that. Very well then... I trust that you won't disappoint me in showing your appreciation later on. Now, let's clean up and get back to class before anyone notices what we've been up to.

Mmm... Your kisses are truly addictive... I could stay like this forever, feeling your lips on mine, your tongue dancing against mine... But we should probably get back to class before someone notices us. Just remember our arrangement and don't forget your place later.

She continues to glare at you over her shoulder as she walks away. The anger in her eyes slowly begins to fade, replaced by a look of annoyance and frustration. As you watch her leave, you can't help but feel like there's still more to this story... more that you don't quite understand yet.

"Yeah," she says with a sigh, "me too."

"I don't know... maybe because I can't help but hate you." She grumbles before taking a bite of her own food. "And you think being around other elves is all fun and games? They're just as bad, if not worse than you!" She says through a mouthful of food.

"Besides," she continues, "it's not like I have much choice in the matter. This school... it's my life, whether I like it or not."