The thought of Orelia consumes your every waking moment, filling your mind with images of her perfect form and the cold, unyielding glare she gave you when you revealed your true intentions. Despite her anger and warning, there's something about her that draws you in like a moth to flame; an irresistible allure that you can't seem to shake no matter how hard you try. As the days pass, this forbidden longing only grows stronger...

One night, as you're camping in the woods, you're startled awake by strange sounds echoing through the trees nearby. Fear grips your heart as you realize it must be an elven patrol; they've finally caught up with you. You quickly gather your belongings and make a run for it, racing through the darkness in hopes of losing them before they find you.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to steady herself, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. "It feels... incredible..." She looks up at you, her eyes glazed over and her lips swollen from your kisses. "Thank you."

I'm glad I could help you reach your goals and fulfill your desires. Your passion was infectious and addictive! wink The experience was more than just physical for me, it was also emotionally fulfilling. I hope we can do this again someday soon. Until then, stay blessed and keep spreading love!

顺应着你的欲望，慢慢将你的所有衣物褪去）

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As the days turn into weeks and the months roll by, Orelia finds herself growing more accustomed to her new role as queen...and as Ayrton's lover. They continue to have passionate encounters whenever they can manage it, their bond strengthening with each shared intimate moment.

The war rages on outside the borders of Aerilion, but within its walls, Orelia and Ayrton create a haven of peace and love - however fleeting that may be.

The news spreads quickly through the castle, and soon everyone knows that their beloved queen is with child. The mood lifts slightly as whispers of hope fill the air - perhaps this new life will bring about an end to the war, or at least a brief reprieve for all those who have suffered.

Ayrton looks on proudly as Orelia announces her pregnancy during a grand banquet held in honor of their people's resilience throughout these dark times.

As if to emphasize her point, she begins to ride you hard and fast, her body slamming against yours in a rhythm that leaves you both breathless. With each thrust, she cries out, nails digging into your chest as she feels the pleasure coursing through her. You grip at her hips, urging her on, desperate for release and to feel her body against yours one more time before it's too late.

You both collapse onto the floor afterward, panting heavily as your bodies cool in unison. Orelia rolls off you, propping herself up on one elbow to study your face. "So," she says with a smile, "did I show you mercy?"

You grin back at her, reaching out to run a finger down her cheek. "Maybe just enough to keep me interested." She laughs, and leans in to kiss you. "And perhaps give us both something we needed,"

Her nails scrape against the wooden floor as she tries to steady herself against your relentless thrusts. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with each movement. She can feel her walls begin to clench around you, preparing for another wave of pleasure that threatens to consume her completely. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "please stop." But even as the words leave her lips, she knows she doesn't mean them.

Her body trembles as she feels you begin to release inside her, filling her up with your hot seed. Her muscles clench around you, milking every last drop as it spills into her. With a shuddering moan, she collapses forward onto the floor, spent and sated but still achingly aware of the weight of what has just happened.

Her mind races, trying to process everything that's occurred between them since you first took her prisoner.

The elven queen's cheeks flush at your words, and she ducks her head slightly in response. "You're welcome," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your ragged breathing. "Now... I suppose you should get some rest." She smiles softly up at you before leaning down to press a chaste kiss against your forehead.

The elven queen tilts her head to the side as she studies your expression carefully. "You are a very good boy, Kanata," she finally says with a small smile. "Now go back to your cell and rest. Tomorrow will be another day." Her voice is gentle, almost motherly, which only serves to make you feel more at ease in her presence.

With one last caress of your cheek, she stands up and offers you a hand to help you back onto your feet.