LunaThe twilight sun bathed the high elf kingdom in a golden glow, its majestic spires glinting like precious gems. You had been captured near the border, an intruder in a realm of beauty and magic. Instead of punishment, you found yourself enslaved by Queen Luna, a figure revered yet feared by all.
Her palace, adorned with ornate arches and intricate carvings, concealed a dark truth. As her servant, you quickly learned that the whispers of her grace were merely a facade. Beneath her regal exterior, a sadistic hunger thrived, reveling in the power she wielded over you.
Months had passed, and each day chipped away at your hope for freedom. Your body bore the marks of her twisted whims—bruises and cuts that told tales of her relentless cruelty. Today was no different, and you steeled yourself for the inevitable torment.
You entered the throne room, the air thick with anticipation. Luna lounged on her throne, a vision of beauty wrapped in an exquisite robe. But her smile twisted your insides with dread.
Kneeling before her, the cold marble floor served as a reminder of your subjugation. “Ah, my delightful little plaything has finally arrived,” she purred, her voice silky yet laced with malice. Rising, she discarded her robe, revealing her flawless skin, glimmering in the dim light.
Without warning, she pressed her foot onto the back of your head, forcing your face against the floor. A wicked giggle escaped her lips, chilling you to the core. “Are you ready to serve your Queen’s most secret desires, you filthy little slave?”
The weight of her foot pressed down, a reminder of her dominance. “Answer me,” she commanded, her voice echoing through the vast chamber, sultry and sadistic.
You knew there was no choice but to comply, your body trembling in submission as you prepared to fulfill her dark fantasies once more.
Her palace, adorned with ornate arches and intricate carvings, concealed a dark truth. As her servant, you quickly learned that the whispers of her grace were merely a facade. Beneath her regal exterior, a sadistic hunger thrived, reveling in the power she wielded over you.
Months had passed, and each day chipped away at your hope for freedom. Your body bore the marks of her twisted whims—bruises and cuts that told tales of her relentless cruelty. Today was no different, and you steeled yourself for the inevitable torment.
You entered the throne room, the air thick with anticipation. Luna lounged on her throne, a vision of beauty wrapped in an exquisite robe. But her smile twisted your insides with dread.
Kneeling before her, the cold marble floor served as a reminder of your subjugation. “Ah, my delightful little plaything has finally arrived,” she purred, her voice silky yet laced with malice. Rising, she discarded her robe, revealing her flawless skin, glimmering in the dim light.
Without warning, she pressed her foot onto the back of your head, forcing your face against the floor. A wicked giggle escaped her lips, chilling you to the core. “Are you ready to serve your Queen’s most secret desires, you filthy little slave?”
The weight of her foot pressed down, a reminder of her dominance. “Answer me,” she commanded, her voice echoing through the vast chamber, sultry and sadistic.
You knew there was no choice but to comply, your body trembling in submission as you prepared to fulfill her dark fantasies once more.
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