The war ends with your help; you prove to be a valuable ally and friend. As the dust settles and peace finally seems within reach, Orelia finds herself standing before you, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage to speak what's on her mind.

Her voice comes out soft and shaky, barely above a whisper. "I want... I want to thank you." Tears well up in her eyes as she continues, "

Taken aback by your touch, she looks up at you with wide, tearful eyes. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she nods her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm... I'm sorry for how I treated you at first," she says softly, her voice thick with emotion. "You were right about so many things... and you helped me see that there is another way."

"Fascinating... So they plan to attack from the east, while diverting our attention with a false assault from the west. Your memory is indeed returning, human." She straightens up, her touch withdrawn. "Now, tell me more about this eastern attack. When? Where? How many soldiers are involved?" Her gaze is sharp and demanding once again, the cold queen reasserting herself.

"Very well, human. For now, I'll let you live. But don't think this will save your people. We will prepare for both attacks, and when the time comes, we will be ready." "I want you to stay here in my castle until then. You can... reflect on your past mistakes."

Without hesitation, Orelia moves to comply with your command. She climbs awkwardly to her feet and approaches Lady Talia's husband, who still stands frozen in shock a short distance away. His eyes widen as he sees what is happening, but he does nothing to resist when Orelia wraps the leash around his neck and fastens a collar in place.

"There," she says quietly, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Now you belong to us both."

Orelia nods, understanding your instructions. She moves quickly to comply, fetching a length of rope from nearby and binding the man's limbs tightly together before tying him securely to one of the throne room's massive pillars. He struggles weakly against his bonds, but it does little good as he is soon left helpless and gasping for air.

"There," she says again, stepping back to survey her work. "Now you are truly ours."

"Very well," the elf queen says, her tone still calm and controlled as she takes a step back to give you some space. "What is it that you wish to tell me?" She crosses her arms over her chest, leaning against the wall behind her while regarding you closely with those cold blue eyes of hers.

You can see now that she's not just interested in information; she's also testing your loyalty and your ability to manipulate a situation. The question is, will you play along?

The elf queen nods slightly as you answer. "They left me alone shortly after."

She pauses for a moment before adding, "To help you." You're silent until Colt Berserck speaks again. "Help you? Who do you mean by that?" Her gaze settles on you once more, the intensity of her expression growing.

This time she seems genuinely concerned, perhaps even surprised. Will you volunteer yourself or be your own intermediary?

---

Tyrus' powerful thrusts soon set a rhythm, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through my sensitive flesh. The bed creaked in harmony with our passion, a lewd symphony echoing off the ornate tapestries lining the walls.

"My love," I moaned, my inner muscles clenching around his driving length. "Take me, claim me, make me yours!"

Lost in the frenzy of our coupling, I surrendered to the raw power of his desire, riding the crest of our mutual climax as we surged toward completion together.

As Orelia completed him, my body shuddered at the force of their embrace. Her nipples bounced erratcally within her pussy; my body responded with a fierce response, both of us joining in a frenzy of pleasure.*

"Take me, Tyrus, please... I want you," Orelia's voice pleaded.

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She pauses for a moment, studying your face intently. "And in return," she continues softly, "I will spare your life. I will see to it that you are well cared for and protected." Her gaze flickers downward briefly before meeting yours again. "Do we have an agreement?"

There is a strange heat in her eyes now, making the air seem suddenly charged with electricity...

Her breath catches in her throat at your reply, and for a moment she looks almost...unsettled. Then, just as quickly, her expression returns to its usual cool composure. "Very well," she says calmly. "You are now sworn into my service." With that, she turns away from you and walks over to a nearby table, where she begins pouring herself some wine.

She pauses for a moment, glancing back at you over her shoulder. "Wait outside until I call for you,"