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Location: Gobel-en-Methel, Palace, Throne Room
HP: 100/100
Lust: 1/100
Corruption: 1/100
State: Tired
Equipment: Îr
Level: 1
Experience: 55/1000

"N... No, I can't!" you shout, thinking you are going to die from the withdrawal or from the shame.
"I see", the queen reply, with a strange look in her eyes. "Then I will have to remove that desire of yours"

As she pronounces these words, she kneels down and start licking your juices trickling down your legs before reaching your pussy lips. Without thinking, you put your hands on her head and caresses her hair while her tongue works inside you and around your clit. Debilitating pleasure runs through your body. Completely forgetting the purpose of your presence, you moan loudly.

"Yes! Like that! Keep going!" you yell, the undescriptible sensation driving you crazy as you can feel the orgasm growing in your lower parts.

Finally, the purest feeling of delight bursts inside of you. Unable to contain it, you let out a roar which resounds all over the throne room, and presumably all over the palace.

Dizzy, you feel like you just had run thousand miles a row. But satisfaction is now overwhelming you and peace got back to your heart and your genitalia.

The queen gets up licking her chops. Her face shows an expression of contained lust.

"Very well.", she says with a fake light tone. "I think we can discuss calmly now."

She now looks much more serious and focused.

"Tinyrith. Let me explain the reason of your presence here. As you may know, during times of crisis, we appoint those who will have to accomplish safety missions by drawing lots. You have been chosen to serve your city and protect it against its enemies."
"What enemies?"
"Orcs. Rangers reported orcish activities in the northern part of the forest. They're getting closer and we can't fight them on our own. We need help. You must go as our ambassador to the southern human city, Duthurware and remind them our alliance pact. Tell them their help will be rewarded."
"When should I go?"
"Tomorrow. Prepare yourself for a long journey. My intendant will give you some gold. I'm afraid the only language humans understand is money language. You will take our best horse at the stables. Take this."

The queen gives you a pink dagger. You can feel its magic just by touching its handle.

"This is Îr, the dagger of desire. It fills its victims withlustful thoughts. If you encounter a deadly enemy, it may prevent your ****. Make sure not to harm yourself with it. And if you have to use it... well erotism is your job, isn't it?"
"Thank you, I guess...", you reply, dubitative.

Suddenly, you hear a cracking noise behind you. When you turn back, the door is no longer in its hinges and an orc is standing in the door frame, a bloody mace in his hand.

You must have been too lousy to hear the guards getting killed.

"Oh no! The city is lost!", realizes the queen while several orcs enter the room. "Quick!", she commands "Use that secret passage."

She pronounces a short incantation and a part of the wall made of roots opens itself, revealing stairs going down. The queen begins another incantation. A fight is going to happen. The queen is trying to buy you some time to escape the city. You use the staircase and start your descent. You soon have to slow down because of the darkness: the stairs are not very enlighted and it appears that the spell cast by your queen reduces lighting in a vast zone. You arrive downstairs eventually and go through what seems to be a corridor...