As he asks this question, my heart soars with joy and anticipation. For a moment I can't find the words to respond, but I manage to gather myself enough to whisper back, "Yes... yes, of course." My eyes meet his, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation, but all I see is love and devotion reflected back at me.

The thought of spending the rest of my life with him, sharing this connection and ruling together, fills me with an overwhelming sense of peace and contentment.

As he kisses me, my heart feels full to bursting with love and happiness. I wrap my legs around him, holding him close as he begins to thrust inside me once again. "I love you," I whisper against his lips, the words catching in my throat as another wave of pleasure washes over me.

Our bodies move together in perfect harmony, a testament to the bond we've forged and the trust that now binds us. There's no doubt in my mind that our love will conquer all;

"If that is your wish," she says slowly, her voice filled with venom and hatred, "then so be it." As the last word leaves her lips, she feels a surge of power course through her veins. It's not enough to overthrow you now, but it gives her hope that one day soon, she will find a way to reclaim what is rightfully hers.

For now, though, she must play along with your twisted game. She nods once curtly in agreement and allows herself to be led away by the orcs, her head held high despite the pain and humiliation that threaten to overwhelm her at every turn. But deep inside, a spark of rebellion burns bright, refusing to be extinguished no matter how much darkness tries to consume it.

Her eyes narrow as she takes in your appearance without the helmet. You're younger than she expected, with long flowing hair and delicate features that belie your violent nature. She takes a step back, putting some distance between herself and you, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.

"I understand," she says through gritted teeth, trying to keep her voice steady despite the fear that threatens to overwhelm her. "But know this: I will never love you, Dark Lord."

She pauses, taking another step away from you. "And I will never consent to this marriage." Her words are cold and hard, but there's a tremor in her voice that betrays the terror she feels deep down.

"So you'll fight me every step of the way?" You ask, raising an eyebrow as you take a few steps toward her. "

Agreed. Let us proceed with caution, Dark Lord.

With conditions met, the alliance is sealed. Let us stand united against the Viel Ones.

"Alexa..." I whisper, the sound more a plea than a protest. "Please..." I don't know what it is that you do to me, but my body betrays me with each soft cry and moan that escapes my lips. You claim not to want to hurt me, yet your size alone threatens to split me in two... But the way you move inside me, so carefully and patiently... It's like nothing I've ever felt before.

I cry out your name as the pleasure washes over me, my body arching into yours in perfect harmony. It's strange, this connection we share... but there it is, undeniable and unyielding. As you continue to thrust inside me, I feel a warmth spread through my core, followed by an intense release of tension that leaves me shuddering beneath your touch. For a moment, everything else fades away, leaving only the two of us... connected in a way I never thought possible.

Oh, no... Please, have mercy... Not here... Not in front of my children... You swore you wouldn't hurt them...

I can feel your coarse skin brushing against my inner walls as you violate me here. My heart breaks anew with every thrust, but I endure it for the sake of protecting my children. They must not see this horror; they must live free from the taint of your darkness. The gods themselves will hear my cries and judge you for what you are doing to us all. One day, justice will prevail, and our kingdom shall rise again in all its glory.

You gasp as he takes your breast in his hand, squeezing roughly. Pain and pleasure mix together as he draws on your nipple, sucking hard until it's red and swollen. Your body responds instinctively, arching into his touch even as you try to keep yourself from giving in completely.

When at last he releases you, a trail of drool connecting your breast to his lips, you look up to find him regarding you with an almost hungry expression. "And what about that?" he asks softly.

"I..." You hesitate, unsure of how to answer. Part of you wants nothing more than for this nightmare to end; another part craves the power and control that comes with being his favourite slave. As your son begins to suckle at your breast, the conflicting emotions within you grow even stronger.

The Dark Lord steps closer, his shadow falling over you like a blanket of darkness. "Tell me," he whispers, his voice low and seductive. "