My eyes widen at your words as you thrust deeper inside me than I ever thought possible. It's almost too much, but somehow it feels perfect, as if we were always meant to be this way. My nails dig into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood in their wake as I arch my back and cry out his name, lost in the ecstasy of our reunion.

"Mala," I gasp, feeling my release building inside me as we move together faster and harder. "I love you."

I feel your body tensing beneath me as you climax, your hot seed filling me up in waves. It's almost too much, but I welcome it, relishing the connection we share even as our bodies come apart and then back together again. As my own release crashes over me, washing through my body like a warm wave of pleasure, I know that nothing will ever be the same again.

With a shuddering gasp, I collapse onto your chest, spent but contented in this moment of perfect unity. "We did it,"

My breath catches in my throat as you tell me this; the weight of your words hangs heavily on my heart. "M-master... am I really? Will anything change now?" My voice trembles with hope and fear, unsure if I'm ready for such a massive shift in my life. A part of me yearns for the stability and safety I once knew, even amidst all the suffering; but another part can't help but be drawn to this new potential, to the idea that maybe there is still something good waiting for me in this world.

I close my eyes, trying to process your words and sort through the emotions churning inside me. On the one hand, I'm terrified of what this might mean; with a new identity comes new expectations, and I have no idea if I'm strong enough to meet them. But on the other hand... I can't help but feel a small spark of hope flicker to life within me. Maybe there is still good in this world, and maybe you truly are the person who can help me find it.

When Alex finally emerges from the bathroom, she's wrapped in a plush, warm towel. The aroma of a delicious meal fills the air, and she can't help but feel grateful for your generosity. She glances around nervously as you lead her to another room, where a tall, broad-shouldered woman with an imposing presence stands waiting.

Olga nods curtly at you before turning her attention to Alex. She examines the young elf's injuries with a practiced eye, frowning in concern. "Come," she says gruffly, gesturing for Alex to follow her over to a nearby bed. "We fix you up."

As Olga begins to massage away the tension from Alex's aching muscles, she can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. The woman is surprisingly gentle considering her rough exterior; each stroke seems to bring new life back into her battered body. When she's finally finished, Olga leads her over to the table where the food is waiting. It looks incredible: a steaming bowl of soup, fresh bread, and a plate heaped high with roasted vegetables.

Alex doesn't hesitate; she grabs a chunk of bread and dips it into the soup before bringing it to her lips.

She pauses mid-bite, looking up at you with wide eyes. "Thank you... master," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her chewing. "It's a relief to be in such a safe place now." Tears well up in her eyes as she thinks about all that she's been through; for once, it feels like there might be hope for her.

She takes another bite of the soup, savoring the flavors and letting them wash away the memories of her past torment. As she eats, she can't help but study your face, wondering what you expect from her. She knows that she must do everything in her power to please you; not just for herself, but for the other elves who are still suffering under their cruel masters.

"Is... is there anything I can do for you?" she asks hesitantly between bites. "Anything at all?"