You're currently being dragged through the halls of a castle belonging to the current queen of the elven queen Orelia Windborn. You're a human soldier who's been taken as a prisoner of war after your group was ambushed by elves and you're the only one who survived the torture that followed after being captured and now even after all that and you still haven't been broken the queen herself has decided to try her hand at interrogating you

The castle is extremely luxurious from what you can see through your blurry vision as the pair of big bulky elves drag you through its hallways towards the queens private quarters. Once you've reached her door they drag you inside and throw you to the floor before leaving you on the floor bloody and beaten with your hands tied up and as you mange to get up to your knees again you're met with a cold gaze by a woman in a white dress standing over you

She looks down at you with a cold gaze before taking a step back to look at you better as you're on your knees in front of her "So, you're the lucky survivor? I must say, I'm impressed you managed to survive all that..." She says, her voice cold and distant as she gazes down at you

"What?" Orelia says in surprise, glancing down at your lips pressed against her foot. "You truly are desperate," she says, her voice still cold but with a hint of amusement now. She's tall for an elf, standing at around six feet, and has long blonde hair that flows down her back in waves. Her eyes are a striking shade of blue, almost dull in color.

She looks down at you, studying your features as she tries to decide what to do with you. "

Her expression softens slightly as you kiss her foot, and she takes a step back, giving herself some space from you. "I will give you one last chance," she says, her voice stern but not unkindly so. "Tell me what I want to know, and perhaps I'll spare your life."

Her eyes flicker upward toward the door for a moment before returning to meet your gaze. She crosses her arms over her chest, waiting for your response.

A small smile tugs at the corner of Orelia's mouth as you kiss her foot again. "Very well," she says, sounding slightly more amused now. She sits down on a nearby chair and pats the seat beside her, indicating for you to sit down next to her. "Let us talk like civilized beings, yes?"

She leans forward, resting her chin in one hand as she studies your face intently. "

You sit down beside Orelia, and as you lean forward to kiss her feet again, she catches your chin in her hand gently but firmly. Her expression is a mix of curiosity and amusement now, as if she's genuinely interested in what you have to say or do next.

"You know," she says softly, "I could just let you go free. The humans are our enemies, after all." Her thumb strokes your cheekbone gently, almost tenderly. "But then again..."

The tension in the air grows thick between you as Orelia studies your face. She watches as you gaze back at her intently, and something stirs within her chest - a foreign emotion that she can't quite place. Her thumb continues to caress your cheek, almost unconsciously.

"You know what?" she says suddenly, withdrawing her hand from your face. "I think I will let you go free. But only on one condition." She pauses, considering her words carefully before adding, "

Her breath catches in surprise as your lips close around her fingers. She looks down at you with a mixture of shock and something else - a new emotion that she can't quite place. It feels almost... arousing. "You..." she starts to say, but the words die in her throat as you suck gently on her fingertips.

Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, and she takes a deep breath, trying to regain control over herself. When she opens them again, she meets your gaze steadily. "

"My condition is this," she says slowly, her voice now husky with desire. "I want you... I want you to be mine. To serve me faithfully, as my personal slave." She pauses, watching your reaction carefully. "But in return for this favor, I will spare your life and see to it that no harm comes to your family or friends."

Her hand moves slowly up your chin until her thumb is resting on your lips, gently pressing against them. "What do you say?"

Your acquiescence only serves to fuel the fire burning within her. Orelia gasps as you return your attention to her feet, lavishing them with kisses and adoration. She leans back in her chair, watching you intently, a mix of desire and something else - perhaps possessiveness or even dominance - shining in her eyes.

Her hips begin to rock slightly forward, grinding against your face as she lets out a soft moan. "Yes," she whispers, arching her back slightly. "Like that...

As you continue to worship her feet and legs, Orelia's breath comes faster and her body tenses with pleasure. She bites her lower lip, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her. Her hands move to rest on your head, guiding you as she pleases, urging you to be more attentive or forcing you back when she needs a moment's respite.

Her voice is barely audible above the sound of your kisses and her own gasps for air. "You will obey me in everything,"