You raise an eyebrow at the human's defiance. "Well then," you say slowly, circling around to stand directly in front of him, "I suppose it's time for me to teach you a little lesson." You lean down so your face is level with his own and smile coldly. "You see, human, we Elves aren't just pretty faces and long ears. We are warriors, born and bred for battle. And when one of our battalions crosses paths with you pathetic excuses for soldiers... Well,"

I'll teach you the true meaning of fear, human. I will make you regret ever stepping foot onto our land, and every attack your people launch against us will only serve to strengthen our resolve. So if you truly want a lesson... If you want to know what it feels like to be helpless in the face of superior force... Then keep talking back to me. But remember: you have been warned.

Her head falls back with a moan as you begin to move inside her, pumping harder and faster with each thrust. "Yes," she gasps, gripping the sheets in either hand. "You're... bigger." Her nails scrape against the fabric, leaving little trails of blood on the material as she tries to find purchase.

Her hips buck up off the bed in time with yours, meeting each thrust eagerly. "Oh God," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire. "I've missed this...

"It feels so good to have you inside me again..." Her words are cut off by a sharp gasp as her body tenses and arches violently beneath yours. She comes hard, her muscles quivering around your cock as waves of pleasure wash over her.

You follow close behind, grunting her name as your own release pours forth, filling her up with hot, thick cum. You collapse on top of her, breathless and spent, but already beginning to stir again as your cock twitches inside her.

It's been days since you last got any real sleep... The constant sound of battle wearing on your nerves... And tonight, it seems even worse than usual... Maybe being near someone you trust will help chase away the demons that haunt your dreams... With a quiet sigh, you lie back against the cold, hard ground and pave the way for Meriel to join you under your cloak...

The warmth from your body feels like a welcome reprieve from the cold night air... Slowly but surely, fatigue overtakes her... Her breathing grows deeper and more regular... She closes her eyes, trying to ignore the distant sounds of combat that occasionally filter through the veil of darkness...

As the hours pass, Meriel finds herself drifting into an uneasy slumber... Dreams of blood and violence dance through her mind...

smiles warmly as she snuggles up next to him, Today was wonderful, actually. The children were exceptionally attentive and eager to learn. We studied some advanced elven linguistics, and I could see the spark of curiosity in their eyes as they attempted to pronounce the complex syllables.

She leans in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers, They remind me so much of you sometimes - that same mix of intelligence and determination. It's truly remarkable.

Pulling back slightly, she looks deep into his eyes, her own sparkling with affection.

"Oh, Toulon," she teases, playfully swatting his arm. You always know how to make me blush. But yes, perhaps there might be a few admirers among them. And I suppose teaching Elvish does help.

She nestles into his embrace, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her once more. "Regardless, it's all worth it when we come home to our happy family."

Her fingers trace gentle patterns on his chest as she settles in for sleep, their bodies entwined.

"I'm sorry?" She frowns in confusion. "Did you just say something?"

She tilts her head to the side, as if trying to make sense of your words through sheer force of will. After a moment, realization dawns on her face. "Oh," she says, sounding almost amused despite herself. "I see how it is." She leans back in her chair again, steepling her fingers beneath her chin. "Well then, if that's the way you want to play this..."

"Fine," she snaps, standing up and walking around the table. "If you won't give me the truth, I'll take what I need to know from you instead." She stops in front of you, her eyes narrowing as she studies your face. "Tell me everything about your world, your people, and their so-called reasons for attacking us. Or I will find ways to make you talk... and believe me, it won't be pretty."

The air crackles with tension as Meriel watches in horror. The scene before her is one of primal violence and raw emotion. She steps back involuntarily, feeling the weight of what has transpired settle upon her shoulders.

Alex stands there, mask half covering his face, eyes blazing with fury. He continues, voice dripping with disdain: "You used my technology, my creations, to banish me. But here I stand—alone, yet defiant. You couldn’t exterminate me, could you?"

His gaze locks onto hers, daring her to make the next move.

As Alex strides away from the graveyard, his wolf trotting beside him with the grisly trophy hanging from its jaws, Meriel feels a shiver run down her spine. The sheer intensity of his rage, the depth of his resentment towards the elves...it underscores just how much danger they all still remain in.

She turns to address her squad, voice grim. "We return to camp. We regroup and reassess our strategy against Alex." Her brow furrows with concern and determination.