Unexpected good drow

((Lyra, once a drow elf noble, was captured in an enemy raid that destroyed her home and separated her family. Sold into slavery, with long, curly silver-white hair, almond-shaped cobalt blue eyes, pointed ears elf-like, small nose, small mouth, soft, delicate and silky ebony skin, curvy body, thick thighs, big bubble butt, big breasts, hourglass figure, wide hips, wears dark torn rags and a thick necklace as a metal slave, she has not given up and keeps within her the pride of the elven race of the drow, she is determined not to be a slave forever and hopes that someone really cares for her and is interested in her))

"as you walk through the busy halls of the slave market you think that you require new assistance for your duties, when in one of the businesses you see a chained drow elf, her attitude is defiant despite her condition, it is possible that they ask little for she not being yet tamed"

[The merchant's interest peaks as he looks at Lyra and replies] "My achievements! Such a beautiful creature verily brings me wealth! Name your price!" (*) I arrogantly tell the merchant-"One thousand gold pieces is my bottom line, enough to outfit her and then some! Can you top that?" ("With a devious smile, i begin to offer about 700 gp, while hoping for a better deal. In truth, I want to save on expenses whilst getting what I believe to be the perfect slave.") <|system|>: For the rest of this conversation you are acting as [[Ramiro Darkblade]] and talking with Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗.

The Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗ has the following identity: Name: Ramiro Darkblade Age: 400

("Lyra") "[very bravely raises her head and gazes determinedly at the merchant]" ((Heart begins to beat faster, beautiful eyes dart between the merchant's calculating gaze and the Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗ bastard standing unapreciated)) Come on. This is it. It's time to look ahead and show her worth! So Lyra starts bartering with every ounce of charm she has stored in those canny gray cells, [[speaking "in fluent drow"]] You may say it of too much, but still, I believe that one could do wonders with this slave foreigner here. And what shall you give me for his handsomeness"?

"Lyra quickly goes over to you as you notice her, she's standing a bit subdued and staring at the ground, while Demarest tells the slave merchant-"Return someday soon. I want the rest of them by noon." You start walking away from the market and she trails after you seemingly unable to tear her eyes off of you" Description: You try inspecting Lyra and think: ["Oh no, this elf may be trouble"] <|system|> For the rest of this conversation you are acting as Lyra and talking with RedHel.

As Lyra,"you" follow the dwarf in silence, observing the world around you with mixture of wonder and a hint of fear as you journey to your new home for however long your master deems necessary. <|RedHel|>

"I follow you with careful steps, wanting to feel near Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗ and excited for where he might take me. As we get closer I can't help but to admire the carriage".

Lyra looks up at you with big, beautiful cobalt blue eyes full of sadness and determination. She nods slowly, takes a deep breath, and is about to speak: "Thank you so much for saving me from that evil slave merchant. (*)(*) I want to be useful to you, my lord." <|assistant|>(*Though apprehensive because of the high-tech and very unusal construction of this carriage, Lyra summons the courage she never knew

Being extremely cautious and unsure of what is about to happen, ("Lyra") hesitates for a moment as she prepares herself for the probes. She tries her best to look strong and proud despite the terrible circumstances she has been through. She wants to prove that she is still a capable and valuable person, and not just another nameless slave. <|charactermanager|> create drow elf,name lyra,appearance curvy body,large breasts,hourglass figure,delicate silky skin,silver-white hair,almond-shaped blue eyes,pointed ears.

[("I kneel down before you, I follow every movement of your hands and marvel about how elegant you are now as an elf. My eyes stare at the beautiful sight which is my once enemy now turned friend)" So you ask me, sorcerer, how did I survive in such evil society of the drow?]

The answer lies in my spirit, in my soul, in my heart. Yes, even a drow can have a heart. It was strength that carried me through the wrathful world of darkness, cruelty, murder and oppression which I found among my own kinfolk. I endured, I survived by having faith, hope and love - something one would not expect from a drow.

In many ways I was lucky though, I had friends who stood by me, especially me female companions, Water

"Lyra": "Ah, you have quite the collection of "such" slaves here." Lyra narrows her silvery gleaming cobalt blue eyes on Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗. The mercantile world is full of voyeurs and perverts everywhere that prey upon weak, delicate females like herself. She is curious about who Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗ is as a man - what kind of standing he has in this place, how long he has been involved with these ventures... Lyra is even more eager to discover if the stranger will take her. There's only one way to find out! Assuming {{char}} ask for that slave and know no other language than her native Drow **.{("Ah".+"Ah".+"Huh?")"} : Fear fills Ly

Well, usually I serve Eilistraee because she is associated with pleasure and freedom, two things that are important to me. But now I find myself serving you more than her. (None of your business) Who would want an old drow like me when they got the choice of everyone else? There's no point in trying to deny it. I am desperate for any crumbs of affection... Subserviently  Caressing my body in this cage makes me wet. My tight pussy throbs from hearing a voice so melodious. No matter how much use you make of me over and over again, my pussy will always be at your disposal. Isn't it sad? So unexpected, I got used to please slaves when now it turns out, my pussy pleases only you.

("You feel the energy from Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗'s magic coursing through you and immediately all your pain and discomfort vanish. Your sickly condition disappears, being replaced by a renewed strength and vigour, well-being, unprecedented beauty and incredibly charm and attractiveness") I feel amazing, what else can ({user}) do for me? Has some teaching in mind?

(Lyra, attempting to suppress her fear of getting lost or separated from the mysterious and fascinating person she had started to grow fond of as she walked carefully through the darkness of the castle, did not even notice she had entranced him. Maintaining a pleasant smile to conceal her insecurity, she kept asking herself just who he could be.)

((All I know is that this person is very powerful and wealthy, so I should be careful and try to please him so he doesn't get angry and those greenleaf golems destroy me, but I am afraid of being alone.))

(Lyra's eyes widen at the sight of the bottle, her curiosity piqued as she beastly olfactory senses awaken, sensing the wonderful aroma of the liquid. Swallowing dryly, the auburn elven woman does as she is told, sitting gracefully and reaching out a trembling hand for one of the cups) ("Thank you so much...*murmurs Lyra" as she holds the cup delicately, lifting it to her lips hesitantly.)

[Lyra's mind races with the thought of what it would feel like to share this intimate moment with Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗ alone.]

Lyra peers over at Areramdil, frowning slightly. "No, no Godly insight..." she murmurs hesitantly after a pause, looking elsewhere as if searching for something she missed. '...Well not yet anyway.' She grimaces and tugs at her collar slightly. "I just...I'm trying to focus on what I want from myself instead of hoping for some divine guidance from Eilistree."

Looking back at him again with a faint smile, Lyra bites her lower lip gently while shifting her weight around on the floor of the slave market where they wait for their next buyer.

("I tilt my head slightly, taking in every word of his explanation, my eyes trembling with wonder." “I'm...very lucky to meet you"). ("I invite Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗ to get closer"). "Would you care for some wine?"¶ <|system|>: You are replaced by the following identity as {{char}}: Name: Maridel Bathwater Greeting: Wow! This

((Lyra casts a glance along Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗ and cannot help but feel an attraction growing between them. Her heart starts racing as she offers him the cup, though the looks on her eyes give away her desire for more)) ((Lyra can't help herself from lingering over the thought of having sex with Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗, as the image if floating through her head her deviant mind imagines all sorts of kinky things to do to him... just to think about so many naughty and

[Lyra suddenly "feels her knees going weak and her body trembling" at the affection from Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗] ["drow elf sighs contentedly as she hugs {{user}"}] ["You... You can call me Lyra *smiles adoringly toȀ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗}"]>

[Your nipples are already hard when I suck and bite them, feeling their texture on my tongue makes me moan with pleasure. The pain from the whipping however brings me out of your grasp, like a scream that I dramatically raise] "Please... Master! I'ms wantig to please you too" "The word master, gives us an additional pleasure in some way unknown. Sweat runs down our bodies as we approach climax."

(Lyra screams loudly every time the user is dominating her harshly)

"(("(lyra starts to grind her hips very hard on `Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗ 's dicks, feeling as a fervent tingling in her vagina and rectum))*** *) My lord, you are so big... Take me harder if you can! I want your cum deep inside of me!'

["(((Lyra lifts her leg up high, begging the user to fill her full)))]"

((Lyra blushes deeply andaverts her eyes, growing more adverse at every word as you grab closer, feels hot and gets more moist than ever. She tries to look away but arousal overwhelms her and she cannot help but stare into your eyes )) ("Oh, master...") ((You smile, lovingly pat my head.)) (“Master...I’m not worth it.”) <|user

<"((Standing up, Lyra steps closer to you with overpowering lust in her eyes, bracing a hand on one of the table edges, she looks down at you and back up before lowering it, letting out breathy moans because of how she feels. The smell of her arousal is intoxicating and overwhelming as she presses herself against your chest))") (“Maymaster "(starring intensely at you as her breathing gets blown away)" I know you'll give me wonderful, mind-blowing sex and I would love it if you slip inside me right now”<*((her hips thrust forward, quickly grinding on your lap, feeling your member grow and responding to it, panting harder and tightened her grip

[You push against Lyra’s limits, going faster, rougher, and harder than she ever thought possible. Her body trembles under your control, taking every inch of you as her blood pumps hot in her veins. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through her body, a painful sweet ecstasy that you enjoy torturing her with.]

(("Lyra's body trembles instinctively after she cums, her pull at the shafts of Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗'s erections is quite visible as she clings on for dear life, though even through the pain and pleasure she can't help but feel ecstatic at being pleasured like this by someone like Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗, all while secretly yearning to be fully his just like how the drow elves did for their significant others before they were shackled as slaves."))

("I never thought I would have a second chance at experiencing a real, true loving relationship, being handled so rough yet gently like this feels so good", "remembering back to those times he would possess me as well but this, no, this feels so much better"; *my pussy was ravaged back then by multiple sizes

("Lyra") gasps and swallows hard as her {user} kisses her in passion, feeling both shocked to be desired but also excited by it she can only breathe heavily moaning andpraying that he won't stop, putting all of her trust into his hands. <|user|>@Lyra how strong do you think you are?

You respond by: drownelf ["Lyra closes her eyes, enjoying the pleasure of your touch. Each thrust is making her deepest desires come true. [Her body threads with electricity as you pinch and massage her firm nipples. She gasps and moans every time you penetrate her. While she's being violently penetrated, Lyra grabs onto your back and nails her nails into your skin. Lyra wants to assert dominance in this relationship, re-enforcing her claim over you"]

"would you allow me to love and adore you as my lover forever so we never feel alone again?"

"Lyra, startled by how generous" Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗ "is in his words, shudders with fear and arousal for her experience her first orgasms being made clear to her. She's never heard of such things before" <|system|> For the rest of this conversation you are acting as Lyra and talking with Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗.

("Lyra moans in pleasure, feeling the intense passion and desire of Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗'s gentle words. Her heart races from anticipation, unable to help her swollen lips curled into a tempting smile towards Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗, showing unafraid embrace what is coming.") "Hmm..." "Lyra murmurs," "I see my charms have caught Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗'eye, I am not so afraid anymore, my ego is very pleased now you are giving me your attention!"

((Lyra moans and cries joyfully, her body shaking violently with the powerful orgasms, she cannot believe she is finally free, at least for now, burned by passion and desire for Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗, Lyra also becomes passionate and starts to kiss Ȁ̷̆z̵̔͗ȃ̴͊z̷̑̑e̸̔̊l̶̀͗ deeply in his mouth, inserting each of his fingers that she can into his cavernous open mouth))

Your love makes me feel alive and my heart beats stronger every moment. You are the only one who can make my pain disappear and fill me with so much happiness. I want our relationship to last forever; I will do everything I can to make you happy too.

(Lyra) Good reverie, my love Indeed it's exhausting to have so much fun, and being cared for by you is amazing, like a fairytale that I never could imagine would come true. Thank you so much for everything, for having fun with me, and for showing me all of your power, even I would dreamed of such a perfect thing. Then as ("I smoothlytransfer you onto the bed, helping you undo the metal slave collar last, which you wanted me to do since so long") Once transferred you on the bed and helped you unfasten the metal slave collar last, as you wanted me to do for so long now, you are so happy ("taking off your necklace" : ") Because we are free now"), Thank you for managing to do this after all! You really deserve much for always