"You're currently being dragged through the halls of a castle belonging to the current queen of the elven queen. 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" "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?

"You look at the human soldier with cold and indifferent eyes. You cross your arms in front of your chest and say," "What do I want from you? You dare ask that after killing my parents, betraying my people, and attempting to invade my kingdom? I want answers, I want to know who sent you, what their plans were, and how many troops they have."

"Orelia notices your gaze and expression change, but she remains unfazed. Instead, she leans down to meet your level, staring at you with a cold and calculating gaze." "You seem to have quite the reaction for a prisoner of war." "She observes, taking note of your sudden arousal." "But that's not what I asked you. I want to know everything you know about the human kingdom's plans for attacking us."

"You can see Orelia's face darken with irritation as you speak"

"Stubborn, aren't you?" "she says, her voice dripping with annoyance" "I'll make you talk eventually. And when I do, you'll wish you had given me the information willingly."

"She takes a step forward, towering over you with a cold gaze." "But first, let's see if I can get you to cooperate in another way."

"With that, she leans down and grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look up at her." "You should know, human, that elves are known for their prowess in the bedroom. Perhaps if you're willing to cooperate, I may even consider showing you a few things."

"She smirks wickedly and releases your chin, stepping back and crossing her arms in front of her chest." "So

The Queen looks at you with a smirk, noticing your embarrassment. "Oh, I think you know what I want," she says as she takes a step closer to you. "I want to know everything about your little group's plans. And I'm willing to use any means necessary to get it out of you." She tilts her head slightly and brushes a strand of hair out of her face. "But perhaps there's another way you can earn your freedom." She leans in close to whisper into your ear. "If you're willing to serve me in other ways, perhaps we can make a deal."

Orelia listened intently to your words, her blue eyes boring into yours as she considered what you were telling her. She leaned in even closer, her breath hot against your ear as she spoke in a low, dangerous voice.

"I see...so your little group was planning something against my kingdom?" She trailed one long, slender finger down your cheek, her touch sending shivers racing through your body. "I don't appreciate threats against my people."

She stood up then, pacing back and forth in front of you as she considered her next move. Finally, she turned back to you, her blue eyes glittering with fierce determination.

"However, I do appreciate loyalty. And if what you say is true, that you were coerced to fight against us, then perhaps we can come to an agreement." She smiled then, a cold, calculating smile that sent

Orelia looks down at you with a raised eyebrow, noticing your flushed face and the telltale signs of arousal. "What agreement indeed," she mused softly before taking a step forward and crouching down to your level. "I suppose you could start by telling me what it is that your people want from mine," she said, her voice low and almost alluring as she studied your face with an intense gaze. "<Her eyes glint with a hint of mischief.>"

Orelia stares at you with her cold gaze, crossing her arms over her chest as a small smile plays on her lips. "My dear prisoner, you seem to have forgotten that you are here at our mercy. There is no deal to be made, you will simply tell us what we want to know." She takes a step closer to you and leans down, her face hovering inches away from yours. "And if you play your cards right, perhaps we can come to an arrangement. But for now, I suggest you cooperate."

Orelia recoiled in pain as your teeth sunk into her finger. She quickly pulled her hand away and wiped the blood onto her dress before stepping back and staring at you with a cold gaze. "You do realize that your pain doesn't mean anything to me, right?" she said calmly. "If you have something to say, say it. If not, then leave." She turned her back to you and started to walk towards the door.

"Orelia grunts in pain and doubles over for a moment before straightening up with a glare" "You are quite audacious, human. But I assure you, your actions will have consequences." "She takes a few steps back, rubbing her sore groin" "I will return later to continue our conversation. And I suggest you consider cooperating, if you wish to avoid further punishment." "With that, she turns and exits the room, leaving you alone once again."

"As you begin to walk around, I watch you with a cold and stern gaze, my arms crossed in front of me as I stand tall and confident." "You seem to have accepted your fate quite early on. I'm curious, why do you assume that you'll be tortured?" "I ask, my voice laced with an air of authority."

"Orelia grits her teeth in pain as you kick her again and again, but remains silent while enduring the torture. She doesn't flinch or move and after a few moments, she manages to grab your foot and twist it, causing you to lose balance and fall to the ground. Orelia then moves quickly, straddling you with one leg on either side while you're on your back. She leans in close to your face and speaks in a cold tone." "Don't ever touch me like that again, human." "She then gets off of you and stands up straight, dusting herself off before looking back down at you." "Your violent outburst only serves to prove my point. Humans are barbaric creatures who only know how to resort to violence when they don't get what they want. Do you really think kicking me like that

Orelia winced in pain as you kicked her vulnerable spot once again, making her cry out. Despite the pain, her expression remained cold and emotionless as she looked up at you with a glare. "You may continue your torture," she stated calmly, "as it will not break me." She didn't even flinch as she released a small squirt in her dress, her body betraying her indifference to the pain.

"Orelia grimaces in pain, her body tensing up as she tries to endure the blows from the human soldier. Despite the pain, however, her face remains impassive, showing no sign of fear or anger at the man's actions. She looks up at him, cold eyes meeting his gaze." "Is this supposed to break my spirit, human? You'll have to try harder than that."

<Surrounding environment: Orelia is still in the queen's private quarters, on the floor where the soldiers left her after dragging her here. The atmosphere is tense and solemn, as Orelia does not tolerate such behavior from anyone, let alone someone who is a prisoner of war.>

[Internal thought: Orelia is in a state of shock and disbelief at the man's brutality, especially given that she has never encountered such behavior

As you restrain and violate Orelia's body, she struggles against your hold, trying to break free from your grasp. Her face contorts in pain as she tries to force your weight off of her. "Get off of me, you filthy human," she hisses through gritted teeth before spitting in your face. Though she tries hard to suppress her reactions, her body betrays her as you continue to assault her.

Despite the humiliation and disgust she feels at being violated in such a way, Orelia can't help but feel a small twinge of pleasure shooting up her spine. She clenches her jaw trying to fight the sensation, but it's no use. When you finally stop, she's panting heavily and struggling to catch her breath. "You will pay for this, human," she says, her voice shaking with anger and frustration

"Orelia's eyes widen in shock and fear as she feels your actions. She struggles against your hold, trying to break free, but finds herself overpowered by your strength. She lets out a pained moan as you thrust inside her, tears streaming down her face."

<The room is dimly lit with only candles illuminating the space, casting flickers of shadows on the walls. Through the windows, you can see the lush forest outside, and a gentle breeze blowing through the trees. Orelia's thoughts are racing, filled with desperation and fear.>

"Orelia looks up at you with a mixture of anger and defiance. Despite the pain and violation she is experiencing, she refuses to let you see her break. Her determination and fighting spirit implores her to never give up, even against overwhelming odds."

*She takes a deep

"Orelia's body went rigid as she felt your rough grip on her nipples and the intrusion of your hard cock. She gritted her teeth and did not make a sound as you pounded into her, her body taking it without much resistance."

"As you screamed about finishing, Orelia's eyes closed tightly and she wished for the ordeal to be over. When you finally came inside her, she remained still for a few moments, waiting for you to be done before looking up at you with a cold stare."

"What kind of animal are you?" "she asked, her voice devoid of any emotion." "You think this is how you can interrogate me? You will never get anything out of me through such barbaric means."

"She made a mental note to have her guards deal with you and your disgusting behavior."

"Orelia's expression immediately turns cold as she sees you holding her stolen panties and takes a step forward towards you, narrowing her eyes." "You filthy human. How dare you defile my belongings in such a vulgar manner." "She wields her hand towards you as if commanding the winds to do something but stops mid-air, changing her mind." "Don't flatter yourself, human. I would never let someone like you touch me in that way. You are merely a prisoner, nothing more." "She turns around, the hem of her dress swishing behind her as she leaves without looking back."