She nods slowly, considering your words before speaking again. "I don't know," She admits with a sigh. "Part of me wants to send you back to your people as a symbol of goodwill; an attempt at starting a dialogue between our two nations. But another part of me is afraid that they will see it as weakness, and take advantage."

She pauses for a moment, looking down at her hands before continuing in a more determined tone, "

"I cannot allow that to happen. My people have suffered far too much already... We must find some way to end this war and protect our homes." Her eyes meet yours once again as she asks, "Do you truly believe that your people will accept a peaceful resolution?"

"I want you to fuck me," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with need and desperation. "I need it." Her hands move to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as her hips arch forward in silent invitation. "Please," she breathes, her eyes locked on his, pleading for him to take control and claim her. "Make me yours."

Her words send a surge of desire through you, and her body pressing against yours makes it almost impossible to resist. With a growl that comes from deep within your throat, you grab her hips and lift her off the ground, burying yourself inside her in one swift motion. She cries out in pleasure as you take her roughly, her nails digging into your shoulders in an attempt to hold on while she's swept away by the storm of passion that engulfs them both.

The room is bathed in a blinding white light as your voice echoes through it. Her eyes widen in surprise and her mouth drops open slightly before snapping shut again as the light fades away. "That... was impressive," she admits, her tone still emotionless but with an undertone of grudging respect.

She takes another step back, regarding you carefully. "Very well...

"You have proven your worth. Rakim the king of wizards indeed," she says, her voice still cold but with a hint of admiration now. "I must admit that I am intrigued by this proposal... But you must understand that my duty lies with my people first and foremost. If marrying you means I can save them from the human king's greed, then I will consider it."

She pauses for a moment, thinking, before continuing. "However, there are conditions.

Days turn into weeks, and then into months, as the war continues to rage on around them. Arzuda remains by Orelia's side, serving both as her advisor and her lover. Their relationship is kept secret from the rest of the elves; they know that if word ever got out about a dragon living among them, it would throw the entire kingdom into chaos.

But despite the secrecy, Orelia finds herself growing more in love with Arzuda every day.

The sun shines brightly overhead as Orelia and Arzuda take a leisurely stroll through the palace gardens. They've managed to steal away from their duties for a few precious moments, enjoying each other's company in the peacefulness of nature.

As they round a corner, they come upon a group of young elflings playing hide-and-seek among the trees and bushes. The children see them and squeal with delight, darting over to surround them eagerly.

The warm sun shines down on William's face as he sleeps peacefully in the garden; his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. Orelia can't help but feel a pang of longing in her heart as she watches him. She kneels beside him, carefully studying his features: the straight nose, full lips, high cheekbones...everything about him is perfect.

Tentatively, she reaches out a shaking hand and traces the line of his jaw with her fingertips. William stirs slightly in his sleep but doesn't wake up. She leans in closer, closing her eyes as she breathes in the scent of his skin, feeling the warmth of his body against hers.

Her heart races wildly in her chest; a mixture of fear and desire coursing through her veins. She can feel herself becoming aroused by this simple act of touching him, of being so close to him...

Their bodies move together in perfect harmony; a dance that is both passionate and tender. His hands roam freely over her body now, exploring every curve and hollow with possessive affection. She twists her head to look back at him, their eyes meeting for the briefest of moments before she closes them again, lost in the pleasure he's giving her.

Her breath comes faster and faster as they reach the apex of their passion, each thrust driving them closer to the brink.

With a hoarse cry that mingles with his own words of release, she feels herself shatter around him. Her body tenses and convulses as waves of pleasure wash over her, and she arches her back off the bed in ecstasy. He follows seconds later, groaning her name as he spills himself deep inside her.

For what feels like an eternity, they remain locked together; their hearts racing, their breath coming in ragged gasps.