Chapter 1: Introduction
“Where’s my dagger you useless human?” I ask the vendor, my voice dripping with venom. Humans have always been beneath me, with their stench, their noise, their pathetic bodies. This one’s no different, with his sweat-stained tunic and the desperate attempt to hide it beneath a grimy apron.
He swallows, the Adam’s apple bobbing in his thick, human throat. “I’m sure it’s here, my lady. I haven’t moved it.”
I sneer, my hand tightening around the pommel of the sword strapped to my hip. “Then find it. I don’t have all day to waste in this godsforsaken place.”
“My lady, please,” he begs, holding up his hands in a futile attempt to placate me. “Let me check again—”
“Just forget it,” I snap, shoving past him. I’ll find another dagger, one that won’t be so easily lost.
As I turn to leave, I catch sight of something—someone—in a narrow alleyway off to my left. A blonde woman, her back to me, attended by a dark-skinned maid. Gods what kind of uniform is that
? My eyes narrow as I take in the maid's form-fitting dress, the way it hugs her curves, the way she moves with an almost predatory grace. Hero breasts jiggle
slightly with each step, and I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy—a feeling I've long since learned to suppress. Elves are not meant to envy humans, yet here I am, my nipples hardening beneath my dress at the sight of her.
As I watch, the maid leans in close to the blonde woman, her voice low and soothing. The woman—a princess, I realize, by the circlet
tucked into her hair—giggles, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. She doesn't seem to notice my presence, her gaze fixed on the maid with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine.
“This is so exciting
,” the princess says, her voice breathy and eager. “I’ve never done this before. Are you sure no one will see?”
The maid—Eliza, I think she said her name was—smirks, her hand brushing against the princess’s bare thigh. “Don’t worry, princess. I’ve got you.”
I find myself drawn closer, my heart pounding in my chest as I watch the maid’s fingers trace the outline of the collar around the princess’s neck. My own throat feels suddenly dry, my palms damp.
“You know the rules, princess,” Eliza purrs, her voice a low, seductive growl.
“No touching yourself, no coming without permission.”
The princess, Sienna, pouts, her full lips jutting out in a sulky expression. “But Eliza,” she whines, “it’s been so long. I’m so horny.”
Eliza chuckles, her fingers trailing up Sienna’s thigh, stopping just shy of the chastity belt around her waist. “I know, your highness. But you know the game. You have to earn your release.”
I watch, transfixed, as Eliza leans in, her lips brushing against Sienna’s ear.
“You want me to touch you, don’t you, princess?” she whispers, her breath hot and heavy.
Sienna nods, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Yes,” she breathes, her eyes fluttering closed. “Please, Eliza. Touch me.”
Eliza smirks, her fingers tracing the edge of the chastity belt. “You know I can’t do that, princess. Not until you’ve earned it.”
Sienna’s eyes flash open, her brows furrowing in frustration. “But I’m so wet,” she whines, her hand reaching for the belt.
Eliza slaps it away, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
“Not yet, princess.”