As her touch becomes more insistent, you find yourself growing hard beneath her touch. Orelia smirks and leans forward, capturing one of your nipples between her teeth and tugging gently. You cry out, arching your back as pleasure coursing through you. She releases the sensitive nub with a pop and reaches down to stroke your erection through your pants.

"It seems I've made quite an impression on you," she says, her voice low and sultry. "Perhaps this is what we both needed."

Without waiting for a response, Orelia stands up and pulls your pants down to your knees, revealing your hard length in all its glory. Her fingers wrap around it slowly, stroking up and down the length with practiced ease. "You're so big," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin as she leans forward to taste you on her tongue.

Her mouth engulfs you, sucking greedily as she takes more of your cock into her mouth.

Orion sucks in a sharp breath as she brushes against his erection through the thin material of his underwear. Her touch feels like fire on his skin, and he arches into her hand, moaning softly. "You feel so good," he murmurs, wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her closer.

She smiles down at him before reaching for the hem of his underwear, tugging them off in one swift motion.

Her hands slide up his thighs, over the muscles of his abdomen and finally to cup his erection through the thin fabric of his pajama bottoms. Orion groans, throwing his head back as she begins to stroke him slowly, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

"You're so hard," she whispers, marveling at how big he is compared to herself.

She laughs softly at his admission. "Well, it's a good thing I didn't forget about you," she says with a smile. "Now that we're both awake, what do you say we go get something to eat?" She extends her hand toward him, offering him a helping hand up from the bed.

Orion glances down at her outstretched hand for a moment before taking it, allowing her to pull him to his feet.

Together they make their way through the castle halls toward the dining hall, Orion walking at Orelia's side. They talk easily about small things; the food they like best, their favorite places in the elven kingdom, and even some of their childhood memories. The more she learns about him, the more she realizes how much alike they really are despite their differences.

As they near the dining hall, a thought occurs to her; one that had been nagging at the back of her mind since last night. "Orion,"

Their breathing slows, becoming more ragged as they try to catch their breath. Orion collapses back onto the bed, pulling Orelia with him so that she's lying half on top of his chest. He runs a hand through his sweaty hair, sighing deeply.

"That was...incredible," he manages to whisper between ragged breaths.

She looks up at him from where she lies sprawled across his chest and smiles dreamily. "It was."

Their gazes locked on each other, they lie together in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Orion's hand idly traces patterns on her back, and she leans forward to rest her chin on his shoulder, enjoying the feel of his warm skin against hers.

"Do you think...we should..." she starts to say, trailing off uncertainly. "I mean, what will happen now?"

He hesitates for a moment before answering. "I don't know," he admits softly. "

Her eyes widen as he nods slowly. "I see," she says, trying to keep her composure as she takes in the magnitude of what this means. An ice dragon...the humans had mentioned them before, but she never believed they truly existed. To have one here, under her control...it's a power she could only dream of wielding.

"You must help us," she says, her voice firm now. "With your strength and your magic, we can stop Lord Percival and end this war once and for all."

The queen hesitates for a moment before taking the icy whistle from his scaled hand. She holds it carefully between her fingers, feeling its chill seep into her skin. "I understand," she says softly. "And when this war is over...perhaps we could find some way to live together, peacefully?"

His eyes seem to glint in the dim light of the chamber as he regards her for a long moment before dipping his massive head in what might almost be considered a nod. "We shall see,"

The queen's lips twitch into a small smile at your words. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she says, her voice now laced with an undertone of genuine curiosity. "But remember, this doesn't mean that I am any more likely to let you go free." She pauses, considering her next words carefully before continuing. "Perhaps... if you were to prove yourself useful in some way... I might be inclined to show you some leniency."

At your approach, the queen's eyes widen slightly in surprise before narrowing into a calculating glare. "And just what do you think you're doing?" she demands, her voice cold and commanding.

Do you try to explain yourself further or attempt to appease her in some other way?