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
"heh, this is nothing than everything I've been through"
Her expression remains cold as she listens to your words, but there's something else in her eyes that you can't quite place... Curiosity? "And yet, you still refuse to give up any information?" She asks, taking another step forward. "I wonder why..." Her voice trails off, and she tilts her head slightly as if deep in thought.
"Why? because I promise to not give that information to anyone outside our military, and I won't break my promise"
Her expression remains unreadable as she listens to your words, but there is a hint of respect hidden beneath her cold demeanor. "I see... Well then," She says slowly, pacing around you in a circle before stopping once more directly in front of you. "Perhaps I should make you an offer..." Her voice trails off again as she searches for the right words.
"If you were to tell me what I want to know, I would ensure that your treatment during your imprisonment would be... lenient,"
"and if not?"
Her eyes narrow slightly at your question, and her expression hardens once more into the cold mask she wears so well. "If you refuse," She says slowly, enunciating each word carefully, "Then I will have no choice but to make an example of you... To show my people what happens when they defy me." Her voice grows cold as ice, and her gaze bores into your very soul. "Do we understand each other?"
There is a long pause before she speaks again, her voice returning to its usual calm tone. "
"Hmph, I rather die than giving you an information"
Her eyes widen slightly at your defiance, and she takes a step back, looking genuinely surprised by your response. "Very well," She says softly, her voice laced with both disappointment and sadness. "Then I must prepare for the worst." With that, she turns on her heel and begins to pace away from you once more, deep in thought.
As she walks away, however, a small part of her can't help but wonder what would have happened if things had gone differently...
As she walks away, she can't help but feel a pang of guilt. She didn't want to make an example out of him, especially not like this... But what choice did she have? The war was tearing her kingdom apart, and every piece of information mattered. She wishes there was another way, some other option that wouldn't end in bloodshed.
Turning back towards the prisoner, Orelia forces a stern expression onto her face once more. "So be it," she says coldly. "
"Heh, bring it on"
Her eyes narrow slightly at the prisoner's challenge, but she doesn't show any other reaction. Instead, she takes a deep breath and slowly exhales before speaking again in her cool, calm voice. "Very well," she says as she begins to pace back towards you. "I will make this quick." With that, she raises her hand, fingers splayed wide apart, and summons a gust of wind that lifts you off your feet and slams you against the stone wall with bone-jarring force.
"gah!"
The wind dies down as quickly as it came, leaving you gasping for breath against the cold stone wall. Orelia watches with an unreadable expression on her face, still standing several feet away from you. "I'm sorry," she whispers almost inaudibly, sounding anything but sorry. "But I must know."
Her hand trembles slightly as she takes another step forward, closer to where you lie helpless against the wall. She can feel the anger and frustration boiling inside her, threatening to consume her at any moment.
Her breath catches in her throat as she sees your body slump against the wall, blood trickling down your face. She can't help but feel a strange mixture of pity and hatred coursing through her veins. "I-I'm sorry," she stutters out again, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I must know." Taking another step forward, Orelia reaches out to touch your cheek gently, feeling the warmth of your skin against her cool fingertips.
Her heart races as she looks into your eyes, searching for some sign of submission or fear... but all she sees is defiance and hate. With a frustrated growl, she leans closer still, her breath mingling with yours as she whispers harshly, "Tell me what I want to know."
Her hand tightens into a fist at her side, fingers curling around nothing but air as she struggles against the need to strike out. Her eyes narrow, focused intently on yours, daring you to refuse once more.
"Heh... I... won't" he manage to say even with struggle.
Her eyes widen in disbelief as you spit out your defiance despite the blow she's just dealt you. A shudder runs down her spine as anger and desperation well up inside her, threatening to consume every ounce of reason she possesses. With a low growl, she takes another step closer, looming over you like a predator preparing to strike its prey.
Her fist clenches even tighter as she raises it high above her head, ready to deliver the killing blow. "Fine,"
Her fist clenches even tighter as she raises it high above her head, ready to deliver the killing blow. "Fine," she hisses through gritted teeth, a cold shiver running down her spine as she prepares herself for what is about to happen. "Then die." With that final word, she launches herself forward, aiming a devastating punch directly at your face.
Her hand connects with a sickening thud against your jaw, sending a shockwave of pain through your body as you're thrown backwards against the wall. Blood gushes freely from your mouth as you slump to the floor, unconscious but still very much alive. Orelia stands over you, panting heavily, her eyes wide with horror at what she's just done.
As you lay unconscious on the cold floor, Orelia stands over you with her hands trembling and tears streaming down her face. She knew she shouldn't have done it, but the desperation and anger had taken control. With shaking fingers, she gently brushes some of your hair away from your bruised and bloody face before leaning in close to whisper one last thing: "I am so sorry."
"Why you... making a face... like that?"
his consciousness was already blurred.
She jumps back in surprise as you mutter something unintelligible before trying to push herself away from you. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers out again, her voice shaky and full of regret. "I shouldn't have done that." Her hands still tremble as she takes a step back, giving you some space. "Please, just tell me what I need to know."
"What a... strange... elven..." he passed out.
Her eyes widen with disbelief as you slump unconscious once more, leaving her alone in the room with your bloodied and bruised body. She takes another step back, unable to bear looking at you like this for much longer. "I should get someone to tend to you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice still shaking as she turns away from you and begins to pace around the room.
As she moves, she finds herself absently running a hand through her hair, trying to calm down and compose herself after what's just happened. "
"This... This is not who I am..." she whispers to herself, more than aware that this entire situation has spiraled out of control and threatens to destroy everything she's worked so hard for. With a sigh, she finally pulls out her communicator, calling for a medic to come tend to your injuries before she can change her mind and do anything else that might endanger you further.
Her hand trembles as she watches the medic attend to your wounds, wishing there was some other way to get the information she needs. But deep down, she knows that this is war - and sometimes, sacrifices must be made for the greater good of one's people. With a heavy heart, Orelia turns away from the scene, unable to bear watching any longer.
Her emotions are a whirlwind as she watches the medic tend to your wounds, fighting the urge to interfere and make sure you're alright. She knows that as the queen of her people, she can't afford to show any weakness or mercy. Yet, there's something about you that tugs at her heartstrings in a way she can't understand. Perhaps it's your fierce defiance or the unyielding loyalty you show to your own kind...
Then, Orelia remembered a magic. This magic is called 'dreamer', where with this magic, the magic user can see a glimpse of someone's memories.
Orelia's eyes widen with realization as she remembers her own magic abilities. She had forgotten about the dreamer spell, one of her most potent tools as an elven queen and a powerful mage. With a quick decision, she approaches the medic attending to your unconscious form and whispers something in their ear. The medic nods understandingly before withdrawing from the room, leaving them alone with you once more.
As she stands over you again, her heart racing and her palms sweaty with anticipation, Orelia takes a deep breath before beginning to chant softly under her breath. "Dreamer's gaze, show me thine..." Her hands weave through the air in intricate patterns as she focuses all of her magical energy on you, hoping against hope that this will work and grant her access to your memories without causing any further harm.
Orelia entered Ray's memory, in it... she was actually in a village that was devastated and completely burned down around her, a very large fire engulfed the houses there.
Her eyes widen with disbelief as she finds herself in your memory, standing amongst the charred remains of what was once a thriving village. The devastation before her is almost too much to bear; smoke fills the air and flames lick at her skin as if trying to consume her as well.
"This... this can't be..." she whispers hoarsely, struggling to comprehend the carnage around her.
At that moment, Orelia heard a small child screaming for help.
Her heart shattering at the sound of the child's voice, Orelia turns toward the cries with renewed determination. She pushes her way through the flames and debris, ignoring the pain as embers burn her skin and lungs fill with smoke. As she finally locates the source of the noise, she spots a small figure huddled beneath a collapsed beam, sobbing uncontrollably.
When she was about to help, Orelia realized that this was just Ray's memory, she couldn't touch the child because it was just a memory, even if she could change something here, she wouldn't change what had happened.
Her heart heavy with despair and guilt, Orelia forces herself to turn away from the child's cries. She can't change what has already happened, but perhaps she can use this knowledge to prevent such tragedies in the future... if only she can find a way out of this memory. Tears stream down her face as she focuses on finding a way back to reality, hoping that she doesn't lose herself in these memories forever.
At that moment, Orelia immediately woke up and returned to the real world. She then remembered everything and concluded that it was Ray's memory, the little boy who was crying for help was Ray as a child, and the village was Ray's hometown, the reason why the village burned down was none other than because of the human kingdom which betrayed the village.
Her eyes widen with realization as she remembers everything about you and your past. The pain and suffering you've endured... It's no wonder you're so defiant against her, even in the face of death. A shudder runs down her spine at the thought of continuing this war any further; destroying more lives, tearing apart more families, turning more children into orphans like you once were...
She takes a deep breath, steeling herself before speaking. "Ray,"
he doesn't response, he still unconscious
"Ray... I understand now." Her voice is soft and sad as she leans in closer to your ear. "I know why you're fighting so hard, and I can't blame you for it. But we both know that this war won't end anytime soon unless one of us makes a sacrifice..." She hesitates, searching for the right words. "I-I can't stop the war on my own... but maybe if you help me, if we work together... we could find another way."
Orelia then decided to care for Ray until he regained consciousness and recovered, he remained a prisoner but he would be treated as a royal guest and prohibited from leaving this castle.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "I don't know if you can trust me... but I swear on my life that I will do everything in my power to end this war and bring peace back to our lands." She takes a step back, giving you some space. "Please, Ray... when you wake up, think about what I've said. And know that if you choose to help me, I will never forget it."
Her voice is soft and pleading as she waits for you to regain consciousness. "I'm sorry I hurt you," she whispers, her fingers trembling where they rest on the stone floor. "But please, consider what I said... together, we might be able to end this war and save our people." Her eyes drift shut, tears streaming down her cheeks as she prays that you will understand.
3 days later He finally wike up
Her eyes light up as she sees you stirring, and she quickly moves to your side, anxiously awaiting your awakening. "Ray," she whispers, her voice thick with hope and fear. "Are you feeling better?" She gently brushes some of the sweaty hair from your forehead, her fingers trembling slightly as they touch your skin.
The tension in the room is palpable; even the air seems to hold its breath as if waiting for your answer.
"uh? where... I am?"
Her expression softens into a small smile as you slowly regain consciousness. "You're in my castle, Ray," she says gently. "I've taken care of you while you were unconscious. I hope that's alright." She looks around the room, hesitating before continuing, "I wanted to... apologize for what happened before. I never meant for it to go that far..."
Her voice trails off as she meets your gaze, hoping desperately for understanding and forgiveness.
"I understand if you're still angry with me," she says softly, "but I want to make things right. I need your help, Ray. Together, we might be able to end this war and bring peace back to our lands." Her eyes plead for you to believe her, to trust her. "I can't do it alone," she whispers.
"I want that too..."
Her eyes widen with hope and relief as you speak those words, and she takes a deep breath, feeling some of the tension leave her shoulders. "Thank you," she whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "Together, I know we can make things right." She reaches out to take your hand in hers, squeezing it gently as a gesture of trust and camaraderie.
"I promise to do everything in my power to make sure that happens," she says with sincerity, her grip on your hand growing stronger. "And I want you to know that you will always be safe here, as long as you're under my care." A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or fear.
"So," she says softly, "what do you say? Are you with me?"
"alright... just this once"
Her face lights up with a radiant smile as you agree to help her, and she squeezes your hand reassuringly. Their eyes met each others
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "I promise I won't let you down." A tear rolls down her cheek as she looks into your eyes, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and relief wash over her. "Together, we can make things right,"
"yeahh"
Her heart swells with hope as you agree to help her, and she beams up at you, her eyes shining brightly. "Thank you," she whispers again, squeezing your hand in hers. "I know it won't be easy, but I have faith in us. Together, we can make a difference." She takes a deep breath, feeling lighter than air as they begin this new journey together.
"So," she says more confidently now, "what do you suggest we do first?"
They started discussing strategy, it was quite complicated and difficult so they decided to start next month to prepare first. When they finished talking, they realized that it was already evening now, they discussed strategies without looking at the time.
She nods thoughtfully as you lay out your plan, her mind already racing with possibilities and potential pitfalls. The evening has passed by unnoticed, the sun dipping below the horizon and casting the castle in a warm, golden glow. As they continue to talk, Orelia feels a strange sense of camaraderie forming between you; it's as if fate itself has brought you together for this moment.
"We should probably get some rest,"
"I want to stay like this first, I can sleep..."
Her cheeks flush slightly at the thought of sharing such intimacy with you, even if it's just sleeping side by side. She fidgets nervously before asking softly, "Are you sure? I can have someone move you to a guest room..." Her voice trails off as she tries not to sound too eager or desperate for your company.
"I don't think I have any strength to move to other room"
Her heart races as she looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of fear or discomfort. With a sigh, she nods slowly and carefully moves closer to you, her body brushing against yours as she adjusts the blanket over both of you. She lies down beside you, staring up at the ceiling, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as they share this small moment of closeness.
Her fingertips twitch, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch you, but she resists the urge;
Her fingertips twitch, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch you, but she resists the urge; instead focusing on her breathing, slowly inhale and exhale as she tries not to think about how close you are. "Ray," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their shared heartbeats, "if anything happens, just... just call out for me."
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment at the confession, but she can't take it back now.
"eh? why... suddenly..."
Her heart skips a beat as you respond, and she feels her face grow even warmer. "I-It's nothing," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper now. "I just... wanted to make sure that you know I'm here for you." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before continuing, "And... and if I can trust you not to think too badly of me after this..." Her words trail off into silence, her fingers trembling where they rest on the blanket.
"oh, uhm... W-well, you beautiful enough and have kind heart, I can't think badly of you anymore"
Her cheeks flush even brighter at your words, and she feels a warmth spread through her chest. "T-Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. As they lie there together in silence, Orelia can't help but wonder where this newfound connection between them will lead.
For now, though, all that matters is that they have each other; allies against a world that seems intent on tearing them apart.
"oh, uhm... W-well, you beautiful enough and have kind heart, I can't think badly of you anymore"
Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of crimson at your compliment, and she feels her heart race even faster in her chest. "T-Thank you," she manages to stammer out before letting out a quiet sigh. "I just want to make things right between us... for the sake of our people." Her fingertips twitch again, wanting nothing more than to touch your skin and reassure herself that this is real; that you're really here with her now, not just a memory or a dream.
"o-oh... u-uhm"
Her breath hitches as she feels your fingers brush against hers, and her stomach flips in excitement. She turns her head slightly to look at you, their faces mere inches apart, and finds herself lost in the depths of your emerald eyes. "Ray..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her heart beats wildly in her chest as they gaze into each other's eyes, their lips only inches away from touching. The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them;
"Orelia..."
She leans in closer, their lips finally meeting in a soft, tentative kiss. Her hands find their way to your shoulders, pressing gently against the fabric of your shirt as she deepens the kiss, her body arching into yours. The world around them disappears, replaced by the heat of their passion and the sweetness of their connection.
As they kiss, Orelia feels a surge of desire course through her veins; desire not just for this moment, but for everything that comes with it: trust, respect, and love.
Her hands slide down his chest, tracing circles around his abs before moving up to grip the back of his neck. She pulls him closer, moaning softly into their kiss as desire overtakes her. Her body arches further into his, pressing against his growing arousal.
Her hips move against you in time with your kisses, her body arching further into yours as she feels the heat building between them. Her hands slide up your chest, entwining in your hair and pulling gently, deepening the connection between them.
Her breath hitches as she feels your hands slide under her shirt, teasing at the bare skin of her stomach before making their way up to cup her breasts. Her nipples harden at the contact, and she moans into the kiss, arching further into you. The sensations wash over her like a wave, leaving her aching for more.
Her hands fly to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly before yanking it up and off. She gasps at the sight of your toned body, covered in a fine layer of hair that leads down to where she aches to touch. Her fingers tremble as they lower, tracing the outline of each defined muscle until they reach their destination.
Her thumb brushes against the tip of your erection, and she lets out a shuddery breath at the sensation. "Ray,"
Her words are lost in another moan as she continues to stroke him through his pants. She kisses along your jaw, nibbling softly at your earlobe before whispering, "Ray... please..." Her hips begin to move against you in time with her hand, the motion driving them both closer to the edge.
"Orelia... I want you"
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she feels your words vibrate against her lips. Her hands move to your waistband, tugging at it before yanking down your pants and underwear together. She looks up into your eyes, breathless with anticipation as she takes in the sight of your hard length now freed from its confines.
Her fingers tremble as they lower once more, wrapping around you and stroking softly. "Ray," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "Is this... your first time Ray?"
"Y-yeah, what about you?"
She blushes deeply at his question and answers shyly. "Yes... it's my first time too." Her hand speeds up slightly as she feels a rush of heat between her legs. Looking into his eyes, she asks softly, "Will you be gentle with me?"
"Y-yes"
Her heart skips a beat at your promise, and she leans in closer to kiss him tenderly before slowly guiding his length inside her. He's so hard and thick that it fills her up completely, stretching her in ways she never imagined, even pressing her cervix perfectly, the blood fresh blood flowed out as her virginity was lost, it does feel so hurt for her.
"Are you okay?"
Her heart skips a beat at your promise, and she leans in closer to kiss him tenderly before slowly guiding his length inside her. He's so hard and thick that it fills her up completely, stretching her in ways she never imagined, even pressing her cervix perfectly, the blood fresh blood flowed out as her virginity was lost, it does feel so hurt for her even she couldn't help groaning from the pain.
"A-Are you okay?"
Her eyes squeeze shut as she feels him stretching her, filling her in ways she never thought possible. Her breath comes out in sharp little gasps as pain shoots through her, but beneath it all there's something else; a strange, intense pleasure that she can't quite place. "I-It hurts...," she manages to whisper between gritted teeth.
His hands move to her hips, holding her steady as he begins to thrust slowly inside her.
"Then... let's stay like this for a bit"
Her body tenses at the pain but relaxes when he slows down, allowing her to get used to his size and strength. "T-That's better," she whispers, her voice still shaky with emotion. She closes her eyes and leans into him, letting their bodies move together as one. His hands slide up her back, cupping her breasts in his large palms, tweaking her nipples in a way that sends shivers through her entire body.
Her back arches into his touch as he massages and plays with her breasts, the sensations overwhelming and making her even more aware of his presence inside her. "Mmm...," she moans softly, tilting her head back to give him better access to her neck. Her hips begin to move in time with his thrusts, seeking out a rhythm that will take them both over the edge together.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders, holding on as their bodies become one and they lose themselves in this intense connection.
Her body trembles as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Ray," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "I'm going to..." She can feel her orgasm building, tightening around her core like a fist. Her hips buck up off the bed in response, meeting his thrusts with renewed urgency as she nears release.
"Orelia... I'm close... where should... I release?"
Her breath comes out in short, sharp gasps as she feels her body tensing around him. "C-Come inside me," she manages to whisper hoarsely. "I want all of you." Her nails scrape across his back as she arches into his touch, her body shuddering with pleasure as she finally reaches her peak.
Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, leaving her limp and panting in its wake. She lets out a soft moan as he follows suit, filling her up with his release.
Her body trembles and shudders as she feels him empty himself inside her, their joined bodies still moving in a rhythm all their own. She wraps her arms around his neck, holding on tightly as she catches her breath, her cheek resting against his shoulder. "That was... incredible," she whispers, the word falling out soft and hoarse from between parted lips. A small contented sigh escapes her as she nestles closer to him, enjoying the afterglow of their passionate union.