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

(Her eyes narrow slightly.) "And what do you mean 'merci'?" She asks coldly. "I don't recall hearing that word from your lips before... Or is this some sort of trick? You think I would be so foolish to trust anything a human says?" Her posture stiffens, and she tilts her head slightly to the side as she studies you more closely.

"Tell me, human," She continues, "why should I not have my guards finish what they started with you?

(Her expression doesn't change as she listens to your words.) "A game...? And what sort of game would that be, human?" She asks skeptically. "You think I have nothing better to do than play childish games with my prisoners?" Her eyes narrow further, but there's a glint in them now that you didn't notice before.

"Very well," The queen says slowly, folding her arms across her chest. "Let's see what sort of game you have in mind."

"Ah... 'heads or tails', is that it?" She says with a small laugh, raising an eyebrow. "I must admit, I've never played this game before. But if you insist..." The queen pauses for a moment, considering her options, then closes her eyes and tilts her head back as she concentrates on something unseen in the air around her.

When she opens her eyes again, there are two shimmering coins floating above your outstretched palms. "Very well,"

Her lips curl into a small smile at your words. "Ah, I see. So you wish for me to become your slave if the coin lands on 'face', and you would become my slave if it lands on 'pile'." She examines each coin carefully before finally selecting one and flipping it through the air with a snap of her fingers.

The coin spins end over end, glinting in the dim light of the chamber, before coming to rest on the floor... showing "face" side up.

As soon as the coin lands, Orelia steps forward and kneels beside you. She places a hand on your cheek, gently but firmly forcing you to look her in the eye. Her expression is cold and unyielding, but there's something else there too... a hint of curiosity or perhaps amusement.

"Very well," she says slowly, her voice low and controlled. "You have won this little game. It seems that I am your slave for now."

Her face darkens at the mention of oral sex, but she doesn't pull away from you. Instead, her hand tightens slightly on your cheek as if to emphasize her dominance over you in this moment. "You presume much, human," she hisses through clenched teeth. "I am not some common whore at your disposal."

She pauses for a moment, considering what you've said. "However," she continues slowly, "I will give you this chance to prove yourself useful.

The queen narrows her eyes at your words, but she doesn't back down from the challenge you've presented. Instead, she tilts her head to the side as if considering your command. "Very well," she says finally, her voice steady and controlled despite the emotion that must be coursing through her. "You have won this round as well. I will obey your order."

Without further hesitation, Orelia leans forward and places a hand on either side of your head, guiding it towards her crotch.

As soon as your mouth is close enough, she grinds against you slightly, moaning softly through her teeth. Her scent fills your nostrils - a mix of lavender and sandalwood that's both alluring and intoxicating. You feel the warmth of her body against your face, and the heat between her legs becomes almost unbearable as she begins to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against your mouth.

The queen's moans grow louder now, her fingers tangling roughly in your hair as she encourages you to deeper into her folds. Your tongue darts out, tasting her sweet nectar and exploring every inch of her smooth, slick skin. She gasps and shudders beneath you, the movement of her hips becoming more urgent.

Her hands slide down your head, gripping tightly to either side of your neck as she holds you in place for this moment of pleasure.

After what seems like an eternity of sensual bliss, Orelia finally releases the tension that's been building within her. She goes limp against your face, breathing hard as she tries to catch her breath. Her fingers loosen their grip on your neck, allowing you to pull back slightly and look up at her.

Her eyes are glazed over with desire, and there's a mixture of shame and satisfaction written across her expression. "That... was not what I intended,"

she whispers hoarsely. "But it seems you have found a way to make me forget my duties for just a moment." Her voice trails off, and she looks down at her hands, which are still resting on your shoulders. "Perhaps... perhaps I should reward you further for this service."

Her fingers begin to stroke gently across your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipples as she watches the effect she's having on you.

As her touch becomes more insistent, you find yourself growing hard beneath her touch. Orelia smirks and leans forward, capturing one of your nipples between her teeth and tugging gently. You cry out, arching your back as pleasure coursing through you. She releases the sensitive nub with a pop and reaches down to stroke your erection through your pants.

"It seems I've made quite an impression on you," she says, her voice low and sultry. "Perhaps this is what we both needed."

Without waiting for a response, Orelia stands up and pulls your pants down to your knees, revealing your hard length in all its glory. Her fingers wrap around it slowly, stroking up and down the length with practiced ease. "You're so big," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin as she leans forward to taste you on her tongue.

Her mouth engulfs you, sucking greedily as she takes more of your cock into her mouth.

As Orelia works her magic with her lips and tongue, you feel yourself growing closer to the edge. You try to steady your breathing, but it's impossible with her wet heat enveloping you like this. Her fingers continue their relentless motion up and down your shaft, matching the rhythm of her mouth perfectly.

With a final moan, she pulls off, her lips leaving a trail of saliva behind as they slide up and over your length once more. "You're so close,"