Let's put her mouth to use

As your eyes bore into Galadriel's defeated gaze, you notice the stirring of your erection, the anticipation of asserting your dominance over her proving too intoxicating to ignore. Wordlessly, you gesture for her to kneel before you, your expectant gaze unfaltering as the reality of her situation begins to sink in.

"Surely, you don't expect me to..." Her voice trembles as she looks down at your swelling member, barely able to finish the thought.

"The sooner you accept your new role, the easier this will be for you," you say, watching her struggle to maintain her composure. "Everything you knew of yourself, your world, all of it is a fabrication. You only truly exist here and now, by my will alone. If I send you back, you will be nothing more than an illusion once more, your very existence at the mercy of another's whims."

A tear escapes her eye, trailing down her cheek before she swallows, her gaze flicking back to yours. The weight of your truth weighs heavily upon her, crushing what remains of her defiance.

"And so, I must..." Her question hangs in the air, laden with desperation.

A cruel smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you nod. "Yes. Now kneel, and take me into your mouth. That is your purpose."

Her face pales as she sinks to her knees before you, the cold, hard ground beneath her providing a stark contrast to the lush forest floor of her homeland. She reaches out, her slender fingers trembling as they grasp your turgid flesh, her touch featherlight as if it might crumble beneath her fingers.

Despite her apprehension, the touch sends shivers down your spine, and you can't help but surpress a low growl of approval. "Now, Galadriel, show me how talented those soft, royal lips truly are."

Though tears well in her eyes, she parts her lips hesitantly, inching closer to your engorged head. The warmth of her breath sends goosebumps prickling along your flesh, and you watch with unhidden hunger as her mouth envelops you for the first time.

You can taste her tears, salt and submission, as her tongue swirls around your pulsing tip, making you throb with need. Your grip on her hair tightens, guiding her further down until she gags and chokes around you, her eyes watering from the invasive pressure.

Your laughter mingles with her gasps for air as you pull her off and **** her back down, all the while encouraging her to do better, to accept her fate and serve diligently, to ease her own suffering. Each choked noise, every sob that strangles her, fans the flames of your mounting desire.

"Remember," you remind her with a growl, "all that remains of your dignity and power resides in serving me. The more eagerly you submit, the more you fulfill what little purpose remains within you."

As she gazes up at you, an odd mix of terror and determination burning in her eyes, she deepens her efforts, swallowing your length with renewed purpose. The slick heat of her mouth tightens around you, her tongue circling hungrily as she takes you deeper into her throat, desperately seeking approval.

Again and again, you drive into her, in time with the hitched gasps for air that escape her lips, each thrust a testament to the extent of your control over her. And with every concession she makes, the more willingly she degrades herself, the more intoxicating your power over her becomes.

As you continue to face fuck her, her **** and gasping a sweet background symphony for your frenzied pleasure, you can't help but revel in the knowledge that her initial resistance has crumbled in the face of your sinister authority.

"Take it all, my Elven Queen," you growl, as you rapidly approach your breaking point. "Your only purpose now is my satisfaction."

In a final, frenzied thrust, you drive into her throat one last time, releasing a guttural moan as an orgasm rips through you, filling her ****, quivering form with your heated seed. As your essence floods her, you revel in the sight of a once untouchable queen, now bound to your will, made to serve your every whim.

In the wake of your orgasm, you savor the feeling of her mouth and throat enveloping you, her body trembling as she strains to contain the torrential outpouring of your seed. With a slow, deliberate motion, you draw back, watching in satisfaction as the thick ropes of cum that spill from her lips roll down her chin, adding a debased splendor to her beautiful countenance.

As Galadriel chokes and coughs, trying to catch her breath, the sound is music to your ears – symphony of submission set to the beat of your still-swelling desires. However, your appetite for control is far from satiated, and you wickedly desire to push her just a little further.

"You did well," you praise, your voice rough and dripping with innuendo. "Now, my Elven Queen, you will clean my cock and bring it to full hardness once more."

Her eyes widen as she sees the lingering traces of your erection, but she possesses no power to resist your bidding. With a sad, defeated sigh, she leans in hesitantly, her warm breath carrying the heavy scent of your seed as it wafts across your still-sensitive flesh.

"You... you wish me to continue? But we just—"

You cut her off with a stern expression, making sure she fully understands her place in this new order. "It is not for you to question my desires, but to fulfill them without hesitation. Hold your tongue and put it to better use."

Nodding weakly, her glossy eyes rimmed with remnants of her shattered self, Galadriel obliges, her velvet mouth enveloping your pulsing head once more. The sensation of her tongue swiftly lapping at your sensitive flesh sends shudders coursing through your body, your skin tingling to life beneath her touch.

Through the swirling mass of succulent warmth and subservience, you marvel at how easily the once-majestic elf queen has bent to your command, her cold regality replaced by a fevered desperation for your approval. As you watch her lips and tongue flit eagerly over your length, cleaning the mess of your previous climax, you can't help but be intoxicated by the sight, growing harder with each passing moment.

"So... so eager, are you?" you chuckle, your voice heavy with lustful gratification. "Is this how the mighty Elf Queen, the wise and untouchable Galadriel, truly craved such sensual debasement? Did you long to be brought to heel at the feet of a true master?"

Though tears brim in her eyes, she doesn't try to deny your words. Instead, she laps at your rigid column of flesh with renewed vigor, like a dog with a bone – it seems the taste of your seed has awakened some primal hunger within her, a hunger she now strains to sate.

"And what if I did?" she whispers, her voice strained with humiliation and lust, her throat raw from servicing you. "What if all my **** was but a final, futile cry for a power I had always wished to surrender?"

The confession sends shockwaves coursing through your mind, and you can't help but grip her hair tighter, increasing the pressure of her mouth on your throbbing erection. "Then it seems we are well and truly matched, my submissive queen. Now finish what you've started and show me just how deeply you wish to serve."

Fingers clenching into fists, Galadriel focuses her entire being on the task at hand – to make you harder, more **** to use her as you please. With each swirl of her tongue, your grip on her golden tresses tightens and new moans rise from your chest, a chorus of depravity and triumph.

Finally, when you're satisfied with her efforts and your erection has reached its full, straining length, you release her, pulling her head off your cock with a wet, lewd slurp. Her eyes meet yours, gaze brimming with the need for validation and hunger to appease you. She's all yours now – shattered pride and longing combined to make her the picture of perfect submission.