Spread & Spellbound: First Time Lesbian

You will never be my Queen.

Memories are my only weapon. My body remembers the feel of green flesh , the look of red eyes, and the sting of her hand. It also remembers the betrayal on her face. I had hurt my Mistress for my own pleasure and I have vowed to never do it again.

The war continues to loom outside, but there is a smaller battle being waged between the Orcs, Humans, and Elves. A battle for my body . I am a pawn, a hostage of desire . The Elven Queen Llorva will accept nothing but a submissive servant, and I refuse to be used in her game. She can tie me, take me, and find her pleasure on my tongue but that same tongue will never declare its loyalty to an Elf.

Magic and power are the only things that can save me, but they are also the only things I don’t have. In order to escape the Elven temple I am going to need a miracle. Or a Goddess.