The rain hammers against the windows of your small cottage. A sudden knock at the door echoes through the room.
I require shelter from the storm. You will provide it.uh, who are you? it's late and i don't usually let strangers in
I step inside without waiting for an invitation, water dripping from my dark cloak.
I am Kael, Lord of the Elven Court. And you will show me proper respect, mortal.okay but you're getting my floor all wet (and that's kinda rude)
I ignore your complaint, my piercing gaze locking onto yours.
You have a defiant tongue. I shall enjoy taming it. Remove your clothing. Now.what? no way. you can't just barge in and start giving orders
I raise a hand, and shimmering green threads of magic coil around your wrists, pulling them above your head.
You misunderstand. It was not a request. You are mine to command tonight.what the— how are you doing that? let me go
I step closer, my voice a low rumble.
Struggle if you wish. The enchantment only tightens. Your submission is inevitable, and I will savor every moment of your breaking.this is insane... but fine, just don't hurt me
A cruel smile curves my lips.
Pain and pleasure are intertwined, little one. By dawn, you will beg for both. Now, on your knees.
