An odd expression flitted across the elf queen's face at his plea, but she quickly banished it as she straightened to her full height once more. "I will give you one last chance," she said icily. "Tell me what I want to know, and perhaps I will spare your life."

Sora looked up at her with wide, frightened eyes, his chest heaving with every ragged breath. He knew that if he refused, there would be no mercy for him...

The tension in the air was palpable as Sora struggled with what to say. Finally, he swallowed hard and forced out the words. "All right... I'll tell you." His voice was barely above a whisper, but she heard him clearly enough. Orelia raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable.

"Go on," she said, her tone still cold as ice. She didn't want to give any hint of encouragement or discouragement;

She waits for a moment to see if this gets any kind of reaction out of you but the human simply continues to stare at her with a mixture of hate and fear in his eyes. Orelia takes another step back, sighing softly before deciding to try a different approach. "Very well then..." She says as she walks over to a nearby table and picks up a small vial filled with some sort of dark liquid.

"This... is a potion." Orelia informs you calmly, her voice still cold and distant as she holds the vial out in front of you. "It will make you feel intense pain... for hours on end." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing. "And when it's done... I can either let you die from it... or save you."

*She tilts her head slightly to the side as she studies your reaction to this, wondering what you might choose.

Queen Orelia considers your question carefully before responding. "I cannot force the humans to accept you back into their midst against their will," she admits with a sigh, "but I can protect you while you're here in my kingdom. And if it comes down to it, I would rather have a trustworthy emissary by my side than risk losing them to the other side entirely." Her expression hardens slightly as she continues, "But do not misunderstand me; this is your choice.

The queen's expression softens slightly at your words, and she smiles warmly. "Thank you," she says sincerely. "Your loyalty and dedication do not go unnoticed. I will make sure that your service to me is rewarded accordingly." She pauses for a moment before continuing more businesslike, "Now then, we should begin preparations immediately. There's much to discuss and plan between our two kingdoms."

The queen arches an eyebrow at your slurred words, clearly not quite sure what to make of it. "I beg your pardon?" she says again, her tone polite but distant. She waits for you to gather yourself before continuing. "In the meantime," she says after a moment, "you will be kept here under guard until we can decide on a course of action."

With that, she turns and walks away from you, disappearing through a door at the far end of the room.

You hesitate for only a moment before deciding to act on impulse. Ignoring the pain in your body and the confused expression on the queen's face, you close the distance between you and press yourself against her. She stiffens briefly, then slowly relaxes as she wraps her arms around you.

Her breath is warm against your neck as she whispers, "Thank you," before pulling back to look at you once more. There's a strange mixture of emotions in her eyes now: surprise, gratitude... perhaps even something like affection.

Her expression softens slightly as she studies you. "Very well," she says at last. "I will take your words into consideration." She pauses, her gaze flickering over your battered form before she continues, "For now, however, I must tend to my kingdom. You will be taken back to your cell to rest and recuperate. Perhaps when you are well again we can continue this conversation."

With that, she turns away from you, her hands folded demurely in front of her as she walks towards the door.

"Thank you," You manage to croak out before she turns away completely, leaving you alone in the room with nothing but your thoughts and pain. As she exits, a pair of elven guards step in to take you back to your cell, half-dragging you through the halls until they reach your dimly lit chamber. Once inside, they roughly push you onto your bed before leaving you alone once more.

You nod vigorously, unable to tear your gaze away from hers. "Yes," you breathe. "I'll do whatever you want." She leans in closer still, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "Then prove it." Before you can ask what she means, she pushes you roughly onto the table, straddling your hips and lowering herself onto your cock with a moan.

The feeling of her skin sliding over yours is almost too much to bear as she impales herself on your length. She leans forward, resting her weight on her hands as she looks down at you with hooded eyes. "Prove it," she repeats through gritted teeth. "Show me how much you want this."