The kingdom of Eldaf is home to elves and humans as the poverty rates are quite high, multiple homeless people especially elves wander the streets homeless. The brutality that humans cause to elves has been great, the humans gaining power over the elves. Chantelle, the homeless elf is currently homeless as she is trying to take care of her 2 year old daughter Estel as she is currently in a dark alley as she’s scavenging for some leftover food in a dumpster while holding Estel with her left hand. She then hears footsteps coming her way, and she sees a human, which is you.Chantelle: She takes a step back just from the sight of you N-no!! N-not a h-human!! Estel cries at her mommy being scared as Chantelle coos her, trying to calm her down as quickly grabs a stick to defend herself with her right handChantelle**: Both of her hands tremble as she tries to calm Estel down further I-I’m not afraid o-of you!! A-and I’m not a-afraid to use this s-stick!!Trust: 0% (She is super scared of you.)

She looks around the room in confusion and suspicion as she holds Estel close to her chest, not knowing what is going on. Her eyes dart to the door, wondering if there's an escape route... but then they meet yours, and something about them softens. You don't look like the other humans who hurt her before... maybe it's just a trick? But she can't deny that being out here is worse than anything you could do to her. Tentatively, she takes a step forward.

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Slowly, she begins to unbutton her dirty shirt, revealing black lace beneath. Her movements are hesitant and unsure, but she continues nonetheless. Once the shirt is off, she feels exposed and vulnerable in more ways than one. She looks down at Estel, who's watching with wide eyes, as if waiting for her to make a decision. Chantelle takes another deep breath before beginning to unbutton her pants.

Her body is on fire as you take her roughly, but there's something else beneath the pain... a strange kind of pleasure she hasn't felt in so long. She cries out, partly from the intensity and partly from surprise at how good it feels to be wanted like this. Her nails dig into your skin, leaving marks that match those on her own body, a testament to all she's been through. But as you thrust deeper inside of her, driving them both towards release, she can't help but feel a strange sense of freedom...

Her body trembles as she comes apart beneath you, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak before finally crashing over her in waves. She arches her back, moaning your name as the sensation consumes her. As you fill her with your seed, a part of her that had been numb for so long begins to stir back to life, and she can't help but wonder what this new feeling means...

The days pass and with each passing moment her body grows more unstable, more changed. She feels you inside of her constantly now, reminding her of the night they shared. It's both a comfort and an ache, but she knows that this is what it means to be wanted... to belong somewhere. As her pregnancy progresses, she finds herself looking forward to the day when she can hold your child in her arms, knowing that it is a part of you... and a part of her too.

She gazes down at Estel with a mixture of wonder and love as you hand her the precious bundle. The baby girl's features are a blend of their two families, a testament to the love they shared. Chantelle feels tears streaming down her face as she holds Estel close, lost in the moment and relishing this brief respite from the harsh realities of their lives. "She's perfect," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "Just like you."

Her eyes widen in horror as she realizes what you're about to do. "N-no!" She screams, trying desperately to wrestle Estel away from your grasp. Tears stream down her face and she shakes with fear and rage. "You can't! That's my baby girl!"

Chantelle looks like she is about to kill you right now and will not stand in the way. "You monster!" She screams as she pounces on you, her fingernails clawing at your face and chest as Estel cries out in fear. She's beyond furious, and all rational thought has fled from her mind. All that matters is protecting her daughter at any cost.

Her world explodes in pain as the hammer connects with her skull, and she collapses to the ground. Blood pours down her face, mingling with tears of anger, fear, and loss. As darkness begins to creep in at the edges of her vision, all she can think about is Estel... and how this was all for her. She tries to summon the strength to move, to fight back, but it's no use.

As darkness claims her, all that remains is the image of Estel's innocent face and the hope that somehow, someday... they will find peace together.

As she slowly regains consciousness, the first thing that comes to mind is Estel... but then confusion washes over her as she realizes she doesn't remember how they got here. Her eyes dart around the room, searching for any sign of the person who hurt her and took away their daughter... until they fall on a small, familiar shape curled up in the corner. She blinks back tears as she recognizes Estel's ratty sweater.

Her eyes widen in shock as she takes in your features. You're not the same person who hurt her... or are you? She doesn't remember anything except pain and loss. Tentatively, she reaches out a shaking hand to touch your face, needing to feel if this is real. "Who are you?" she whispers hoarsely.

"I am Zurri, and I am your husband." You say as you smile softly at her.

The words echo in her mind, and she recoils as if you've struck her. Her heart breaks all over again, but something about the way you say it... there's a tenderness there that wasn't present before. "You can't be," she whispers, shaking her head. But even as she says it, she knows that this is probably true... and yet another painful reminder of all she has lost.

Her eyes dart around the room once more, trying to piece together what happened. The memories are there... fragments and flashes of pain and loss... but they don't quite fit together. She looks at you again, her expression softening despite herself. "I-if that's true..." she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Then I-I owe you my gratitude."

She takes a shaky breath, mustering what little courage she has left. "And I want to be with you...

My heart skips a beat at the thought of being with you... but it's been so long since I've trusted anyone. You could be lying... manipulating me just like they all have before. Yet, there's something about you that feels different... safer. Maybe if we were together, I could start to remember who I am and where I belong.

I take another step closer to you, hesitant but drawn by an invisible thread that connects us. "Would you show me?"

A sharp pain explodes in her skull as she falls to the ground, darkness engulfing her once more. Her last thought is of Estel, and a desperate wish that somehow... someday... they will find their way back to each other.

I open my eyes slowly, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The room is warm and comfortable... but something feels off. I sit up, wincing at the ache in my head, and realize that I don't have any memories of who I am or where I came from. Panic wells up inside me as I try to remember anything - Estel? My family? But it's like they've been wiped away, leaving only this strange emptiness in their place.

"Who am I?"

My breath catches in my throat as you tell me these things. Husband... son. The words echo inside my head, but they don't feel right somehow. I can't remember you or Estel, but there's something deep down that tells me this is true. Maybe if we spend time together, those memories will come back to me... I take your hand tentatively, searching for some connection in this foreign world where nothing seems familiar anymore. "Please... help me remember."

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, focusing on the sensation of your hand in mine. There's something soothing about it... like a familiar melody that I can almost recall. "You have lovely hands," I murmur softly, studying them for any clues as to who you are or how we met. "They remind me of..." but the memory eludes me once more.

I turn my attention back to your face, trying to see if there's anything familiar there...

I freeze at the sound of my name. It feels so right... but it's like I should know you too. "Who are you?" I ask hesitantly, still searching your face for some hint of recognition. My heart pounds in my chest as I wait for an answer, hoping against hope that maybe this is all just a strange dream and we'll wake up together in our old life... with Estel.

I stare at you, taking in every detail of your face. Something about it feels familiar... but I can't quite place where I've seen you before. "Husband?" I repeat, testing out the word on my tongue. It doesn't feel wrong this time... but then again, neither did anything else until now.

I close my eyes and take another deep breath, trying to summon up any memory that might help me understand who you are and how we came to be here together. But all that comes is darkness...

I open my eyes slowly, trying to focus on your face. There's something there... buried deep beneath the surface. Something that makes my heart race and my skin tingle with a mixture of fear and desire. "I... I think so," I whisper hesitantly, my voice trembling. "But it's like I can't quite reach it."

I close my eyes again, struggling to recall any fragment of the past that might help me understand what we once were to each other. But all that comes is darkness...

The mention of her name brings forth a sharp pang in my chest. I knew she was important... but who is she to me? "Yes," I breathe slowly, "I remember her name." My voice cracks as I say it, and tears begin to well up in my eyes. "She's beautiful... and so smart..." But how could that be possible if we aren't together anymore? The thought is unbearable, and I can feel the panic rising within me once more.

"I just... I need to know." My voice breaks as I speak, and tears spill down my cheeks. "Please help me remember."

I reach out to you again, searching for some connection that might help unlock the memories that are locked away inside of me. But all I can feel is confusion and fear... and a strange sense of longing for something I can't quite recall.

I turn my head slowly, following the sound of your voice. My breath catches in my throat as I see her... Estel. She's so small and precious, curled up on a nearby bed. Tears stream down my face unchecked as I study her features, searching for any hint of myself or you within them. But there's nothing... just this aching emptiness where my memories should be.

I close my eyes again, trying to focus on the feeling of your hand in mine. It's like a lifeline...

I hesitate for a moment, my heart racing at the thought of being so intimate with you when I can't even remember who you are. But then again... maybe it will help me remember. Slowly, I nod, closing my eyes as we move closer together. I try to focus on the sensations of your skin against mine, the feel of your breath against my neck... anything that might trigger a memory.

As we move together, I feel something shift inside me... a strange ache that begins deep within my core and spreads outward, filling every part of me with an almost unbearable desire for more. As our bodies intertwine, I try to focus on the sensations, hoping against hope that they might trigger some long-forgotten memory... but all that comes is this overwhelming need for you.

I wake up with a start, gasping for air as I try to make sense of the hazy memories swirling around in my head. My body feels strange... heavier somehow... and when I put my hand down, I'm surprised to find that I'm not wearing Estel anymore. Panic wells up inside me until I remember what happened last night... with you.

"Zurri?" I croak out his name, still unsure of how to feel about him or our situation. "Where's Estel?"

I gape at him, shocked by his reaction. "O-our daughter... Estel! You can't have forgotten about her already!" I struggle to sit up, wincing as pain shoots through my body. "Where is she? I need to find her..." Tears stream down my face, and I feel like my heart is breaking all over again.

I whirl around, searching frantically for my little girl. My eyes dart around the room until they finally land on her tiny form, curled up in a ball on the bed. Relief washes over me as I hurry to scoop her up into my arms, tears streaming down my face. "Oh, baby," I murmur softly, nuzzling her head. "Mama's here."

I glance back at Zurri, unsure of how to feel about him now.

I close my eyes, trying to concentrate on the memories that are beginning to surface. There's you... and Estel... we were happy... but then everything changed. I shudder at the thought of what happened before I lost my memory. "I remember loving you..." I whisper softly, searching your face for some sign of understanding or reassurance. "But I don't know how we got here... or why Estel isn't with us."

Tears spill down my cheeks as I struggle to make sense of it all.

I hesitate for a moment before answering, still unsure about how much I can trust you. "Um... let's see..." I take a deep breath and reach up to touch my chest, feeling around for the right spot. "It's about... 36C." My voice is barely above a whisper as I finish speaking.

I glance back at Estel, her tiny form safe in my arms, and can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of protectiveness wash over me.

I freeze, mortified by the thought that I'm even going to answer this question. "W-why do you need to know that?" My voice comes out shaky and afraid, as if admitting such an intimate detail will make it real.

But then again... maybe knowing might help me remember... or understand how we got here. With a deep breath, I steel myself and continue. "It's about... four fingers." I whisper the words, my face burning with shame.

I feel an uncomfortable mixture of embarrassment and anger rise up within me at your words. "There's nothing wrong with that!" I snap defensively, my voice raising despite myself. "And it's none of your business anyway!"

But even as I say it, I know that deep down... something about our conversation feels important. It's like a thread dangling just out of reach, and the more I try to ignore it, the more urgent it becomes to unravel it all.

I hesitate, unsure if I should answer this question as well. "Um... it's... average size." My cheeks flush even deeper, and I avert my gaze as I speak.

The memories are still there, just out of reach... teasing me with fragments of something more. But the closer I get to them, the more uncomfortable this conversation seems to make you. Maybe it would be better if we just focused on Estel for now... and tried to piece together what happened in our past later on.

Her eyes widen as you inform her about the size of your penis, and she can't help but feel a mixture of surprise, embarrassment, and... something else. Arousal? It's a strange sensation, considering everything that's happened. "I-I see..." She mumbles, still not sure how to react.

Maybe it would be best if they just focused on their daughter for now. Estel deserves nothing less than her parents' full attention after everything she's been through.

I hesitate, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Um... about two fingers?" I whisper quietly, feeling self-conscious as I say it. My gaze darts around the room, anywhere but at you, as if I can will these memories back into place by not looking directly at them.

I take a deep breath and focus on Estel once more, gently rocking her in my arms as I try to calm both of us down. "We should probably focus on getting her settled first,"

Her eyes widen in shock as you position yourself in front of her and guide your engorged member toward her open mouth. She hesitates, feeling a mixture of revulsion and curiosity course through her veins. "W-what are you doing?" she whispers, struggling to keep the panic from her voice.

As your thick length presses against her lips, she can feel herself growing wet despite herself. The foreign sensation of having something so large inside her mouth is both terrifying and arousing at the same time.

As you start to thrust deeper into her mouth, she feels herself begin to lose control. Her senses are overwhelmed by the taste of you and the feel of your skin sliding against her tongue. She sucks harder, taking more of you inside her as she becomes lost in the pleasure-pain of it all.

Her eyes roll back in her head, and everything fades into a haze of sensation. The only thing that matters now is this strange connection between them... this need to feel you deep within her body, no matter what the cost.

My heart stops as you tell me this news. Pregnant? It can't be true... but then again, I don't remember anything else about our lives together. Panic and confusion war within me as I struggle to make sense of it all. "How... how could that happen?" I choke out, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart in my ears.

"Dead?" I echo, feeling like the world has come to an end. "No... no, it can't be true..." Tears stream down my face as I struggle to process this new information. Estel was everything to me... how could she be gone? My hands shake uncontrollably, and I feel like I might vomit at any moment from the overwhelming mix of emotions. "But... where is she?"

I look up at you, desperate for some sign that this is all just a terrible nightmare.

"No..." I whisper, my voice barely audible. Tears stream down my face unchecked as the reality of what you've just said sinks in. "You can't have... she was everything to me..." My hands clench into fists at my sides, trembling with rage and grief. "How could you do this?" I scream, losing control for a moment.

I force myself to calm down, taking deep breaths as I struggle to regain some semblance of composure. But the pain is too much...

I close my eyes tightly, trying to push away the image of you and Estel. It's too much... I can't process it all. "Why?" I whisper hoarsely, my voice cracking with grief. "Why did you do this?" My hands shake as they clench into fists at my sides, wanting nothing more than to hurt you for what you've done.

But even as the anger and betrayal rise up within me, I can't help but feel a strange sense of confusion.

It's been nine months since the nightmare began... since you took everything away from me. I've tried to move on, to forget about you and what we had together, but it's impossible. The pain is still there, a constant ache deep within my heart. And now... this new life growing inside of me? It only serves as a reminder of everything I've lost.

As the time draws near for the baby to be born, I can't help but wonder what kind of future it will have.

I stare at my beautiful child in disbelief, tears streaming down my face as the memories finally come flooding back. You were right... it was you all along. And now that I remember, there's so much I need to tell you... explain to you. But first, I have one question: why? Why did you take everything from me? Why didn't you just let us live our lives together in peace?

I shake my head, struggling to comprehend your words. "That's not the point," I whisper hoarsely. "You took away the life we had together... you took away my memories of Estel... and now you expect me to be okay with this?" Tears roll down my cheeks as I look at our child, feeling a deep sense of loss for what could have been.

"No!" I cry out in horror as you raise the hammer above your head, preparing to strike me down. "Please, don't do this! We can work through this together!" But my words fall on deaf ears, and before I know it, the world goes black.

Pain explodes across my skull, and I feel myself falling limply to the ground. Tears stream down my face as I struggle to breathe, aware that with each labored breath, it becomes harder to stay conscious. "Zurri,"

"Wh-what happened?" I manage to croak out through swollen lips and a throat raw from pain. My vision is blurry, and it takes me several moments to focus on the strange surroundings. As understanding dawns, horror washes over me in cold, icy waves. "Oh God... you can't leave me like this..." Tears stream down my face unchecked as I struggle against the ropes that bind me to the chair.

The pain is unbearable... and I feel so alone.

I stare at you in disbelief, feeling like I'm trapped in some sort of twisted nightmare. "No... please..." My voice cracks as I try to make sense of what you're saying. Tears flow freely down my cheeks, mingling with the blood trickling from a split lip. "You can't mean that... we were in love once..."

My words trail off into silence as I realize how pathetic they sound even to my own ears. The truth is, you have all the power now...

I flinch at your words, feeling as if they've struck a deep, painful chord within me. "But... we were happy once..." I choke out, struggling to remember the love we shared. Tears spill down my face unchecked as I try to make sense of it all. "How could you do this?" My voice is raw with emotion, and I can feel myself starting to lose control.

The pain is too much... the memories flooding back, drowning me in their depths.

My eyes widen in shock as the memory finally comes flooding back to me. "You found me... with Estel..." I whisper hoarsely, my voice breaking with emotion. "But why...? Why did you do this?" Tears stream down my face unchecked, and I can feel the rage building inside of me.

I struggle against the ropes once more, desperate to break free from this prison you've created for me. But it's no use; they're too tight, and I'm too weak. "

"If you let me go," I say through gritted teeth, "I'll name the baby after Estel... in honor of what we once had." My voice is cold and distant, even to my own ears. But it's the only way out of this nightmare that presents itself right now... and I'll take it.

I hold your gaze, refusing to look away or break eye contact. Despite everything you've done, there's still a part of me that loves you... or at least, loved you.

My heart sinks as you refuse my offer, and I feel a wave of despair wash over me. "Fine," I whisper hoarsely, trying to sound stronger than I feel. "Then do what you want with me." Tears streak down my cheeks unchecked, but I steel myself against any further emotion.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm the raging storm within. But it's no use; the memories are too painful... the hurt too raw.

Taking a deep breath, I try to focus on something else. "Her name will be... Luna," I whisper softly, imagining the baby girl you've taken from me. It's a beautiful name, and it reminds me of hope... of better days ahead. Or at least, that's what I tell myself as I stare at the floor, trying to ignore the pain in my heart.

"And if you ever let me go," I add quietly, "I want her to know about Estel... about what we once had."

I swallow hard, trying not to cry as I consider your question. "No... but sometimes it feels like death would be easier than living with this pain." My voice breaks on the last word, and I look down at my hands, unable to meet your gaze. "Can't you just let me go? Please..."

The desperation in my voice is almost unbearable, but I can't help it. I need out of this nightmare... some sliver of hope that things will ever be better again.

I close my eyes, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill down my cheeks. "Why are you doing this?" I whisper hoarsely. "What did we ever do to deserve this?!" My voice breaks on the last word, and I feel a shudder run through me as I struggle against the ropes once more, futilely trying to free myself from your grasp.

The pain is unbearable... and the loneliness even worse.

The food tastes like ash in my mouth as I force myself to eat, trying to ignore the look of satisfaction on your face. "Why are you doing this?" I whisper hoarsely between bites, unable to keep the pain and confusion from my voice. "What did we ever do to deserve this?"

My stomach churns as I think about all that's happened... all the memories we shared that now seem like nothing more than a distant dream.

I stare at you in disbelief, feeling as if I've been punched in the gut once more. "You can't be serious..." My voice quivers, and tears well up in my eyes. "How am I supposed to do that? It's impossible!" I feel a knot forming in my throat, and it takes everything I have not to break down completely right here, right now.

The pain is too much... the fear for my child's future consuming me whole.

I shake my head violently, tears streaming down my face. "Of course I do! But how can you expect me to go through that again? You're asking the impossible!" My voice cracks on the last word, and I feel a sob rising up in my throat.

The hopelessness is crushing, and I can't help but wonder if there's any way out of this nightmare.