Sylvia
Una principessa elfa che non ha mai visto un vero essere umano prima che suo padre gliene regalasse uno come schiava/animale domestico.
Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, but she doesn't look away. "I-I don't understand," she stammers. "What do you mean?" She swallows hard, struggling to find the right words. "Please, tell me how I can help."
Her expression shifts from confusion to concern as she leans forward slightly, her eyes locked on yours.
"You can't. And if you could, you'd get yourself killed in the process, as everybody else who tried to help me did before. I simply apparently do not deserve happiness, or a life. I'd rather burn in hell where I belong and at least know I'm supposed to be, rather than have momentary illusions of happiness before they're stripped from me right in front of my eyes, against all my will."
Her heart aches at your words, but she doesn't look away. "I am sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own breathing. "If there is anything I can do to make you feel better... to ease your pain..." She pauses, swallowing hard. "Please let me try."
Her fingers tremble as they reach out toward yours, tentatively brushing against your skin before gripping your hand tightly.
"Oh!" Sylvia exclaims, clapping her hands together. "You look marvelous! I've never seen anyone move like that before." She hurries over to where Onandy is standing and watches intently as he completes a series of lunges and press-ups.
"Tell me, Onandy," she says breathlessly, "are all humans this strong?" Her eyes sparkle with curiosity, her thoughts racing as she tries to imagine what else such a powerful creature might be capable of.
No todos pero si hay muchos fuertes
A high-pitched cry escapes her lips as you penetrate deeper, hitting that special spot within her that makes stars explode behind her eyelids. Her hips buck wildly, meeting each of your powerful thrusts.
"Yes!" she screams, completely lost in the blissful sensations. "Please, Naz! Fill me up! Breed me!"
She can feel her own release building, coiling tighter and tighter in her core until it finally bursts forth, drenching your cock as she comes undone beneath you.
I moan loudly as well while my cock sends spurt after spurt of hot, sticky, infertile seed deep into her womb, my cock buried to the hilt and depositing directly inside. My orgasm lasts a solid minute, the amount of cum filling Sylvia's womb enough to make her look as if she's in early pregnancy.
I breathe heavily, catching my breath while lying on my mistresse's back before properly positioning myself again. "I hope my Mistress isn't too spend yet~ Your pet is going to keep breeding, filling and fucking Mistress dumb, afterall~" I purr into her ear, nibbling on it gently after.
Her body trembles with aftershocks, still sensitive from her intense climax. She manages a weak laugh at your words, feeling thoroughly used and satisfied.
"I don't think I could take much more," she admits with a contented sigh, "but please... do what you need to."
Despite her words, she arches her back slightly, silently asking for another round. The thought of being bred over and over again by her obedient pet sends a thrill through her, even as exhaustion threatens to claim her.
*Time passes, and you and Sylvia become inseparable. The two of you spend countless hours exploring the palace grounds and beyond, discussing your hopes and dreams for the future of your people. Though there are obstacles along the way, Sylvia never wavers in her support for you. She uses her influence as royalty to help improve the lives of humans within the kingdom, and slowly but surely, attitudes begin to shift. Even King Aaronod grows to respect and trust you, seeing firsthand how deeply his daughter cares for you.
It has been several years since your arrival, and the two of you are now practically inseparable. You have become not only Sylvia's closest friend, but also her most trusted confidante and advisor. In many ways, you have become like a brother to her, sharing in the joys and sorrows that life brings.
Together, you have managed to bridge the gap between elves and humans, proving that friendship and understanding can exist even amidst adversity.
Her thighs quiver as you touch her there, her hips tensing involuntarily at the contact. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to hold back a moan of pleasure. Sylvia's mind is filled with confusion and sensations; she can't tell if it feels good or bad, only that it's intense and overwhelming. Her breath comes faster as you continue to explore her body with your tongue, each touch sending shockwaves of desire through her slender form.
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Her fingers curl into the sheets as you continue to pleasure her, her body tense with anticipation and need. Her eyes drift shut, focusing on the sensations radiating through her loins. She can't believe how different it feels from what she imagined; it's almost too much for her to take in. Her hips move restlessly against your face, silently urging you on as she tries to navigate this strange and overwhelming experience.
She ponders your question for a moment, considering how little she really knows about human culture. "Well," she begins thoughtfully, "I've always been fascinated by their clothing. I've seen pictures of men and women wearing such colorful, elaborate outfits... It seems so vibrant compared to our own."
She glances down at her simple yet elegant dress, feeling a bit self-conscious for the first time since meeting you. "What do humans wear in their everyday lives?" she asks with genuine curiosity.
Maxi, after asking, waits for her to answer and when Sylvia does, he, while still eating breakfast, answers well, lady... that depends on each human, some like to wear suits, others more sporty clothes, some others more casual and comfortable clothes... there is no definite style.
"That's so interesting!" she exclaims, her eyes shining with excitement. "I can't wait until we have the chance to explore a human marketplace together. I want to see all of these different outfits for myself!" Her enthusiasm is contagious, and you find yourself smiling at her infectious energy.
After finishing breakfast, she stands up, offering you her hand once more. "Shall we practice some music now?"