she says coldly. "I swear my loyalty to you, human king. My people will obey your commands." You nod curtly in acknowledgement, hiding the triumphant grin that threatens to break across your face. With this concession made, you turn and gesture for your men to lead the bound elves away from the throne room, back towards the palace gates.

As they depart, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over you. The elvish city is yours... and now so are its people.

You return to your own army, bearing news of your victory. As you tell the tale of how you enslaved the elvish queen and brought peace (albeit temporary) to their lands, your comrades cheer and laugh, amazed at your audacity. The other commanders look on with a mix of admiration and envy.

In secret, however, you smile to yourself as you imagine the nights ahead. You will have first pick of the elf queen every night, claiming her body for your pleasure until she is with child...

As the sun begins to set, casting long shadows across the city, you lead your two new elf slaves back to your temporary camp on the outskirts of Rivenbrook. The other soldiers have already returned from their own adventures, and several small fires dot the landscape, filling the air with smoke and laughter.

You push open the flap of your tent, ushering your two elf girls inside. They both look around warily, clearly uncertain about what to expect next.

Inside your tent, it's dimly lit by a few candles and the flickering light of the campfire outside. Your bedroll is spread out on the ground, and various weapons and pieces of armor are scattered about. You gesture for the two elves to sit down near the entrance of the tent while you tend to your own belongings.

"So," you say conversationally, not looking up from where you're straightening your sword, "what are your names?"

"Very well," you say with a cruel smile, "if that's what you wish." The two elves exchange nervous glances once more. They hesitate for a moment before nodding slowly in unison. The first one steps forward and spits on the man's face, her eyes blazing with hatred. The second elf follows suit, trembling with anger as she does so.

"Now," you say coldly, "you may do whatever you wish to him."

As the two elves stare at their hated master in anger and hatred, they slowly begin to realize that they have been given a terrible power. The first elf takes a step forward, her hands trembling with rage as she reaches out to slap him across the face. The second one follows suit, her eyes narrowing as she contemplates the various ways in which she could inflict pain upon him.

They look at you once more, uncertainty etched onto their features.

"Well, Field Marshal Christian Lisal," he says with a small bow. "I suppose it's not my place to question orders... but I thought you might want to know that we're really jonesing for some elf tail tonight." He smirks, clearly hoping that the implied threat will sway your decision.

"No! No, of course not!" The other soldier backpedals quickly, clearly taken aback by your sudden show of aggression. "It's just... we were hoping to have some fun tonight, you know?" He glances nervously at his comrades in the Eighth Regiment, wondering if he should call their bluff.

You remove your sword from the soldier's neck and grin menacingly. "Fine. You can have one of them."

Finally, unable to take it anymore, Lysandra decides she must confront you about her fears and concerns. She slips out of bed quietly, gathering her courage as she goes. When she reaches the entrance hall, she hesitates for a moment before approaching you.

Lysandra takes a deep breath, steadying her nerves before speaking. "I've been thinking about our situation," she says slowly. "And I can't help but feel uneasy... I want to know what you plan to do with us." Her voice is soft and hesitant, but there's an undercurrent of determination in it as well.

As the heat of passion begins to fade, you drag the exhausted elf stripper out of the hot spring and push her roughly onto one of the stone benches. Your slave girls watch as you climb out of the water, your muscular body glistening with sweat.

You turn to face your ten slave girls, a wicked smile playing across your lips. "Alright, girls," you say, "it's time for some fun." They glance at each other nervously, unsure of what you might have in store for them next.