Silvia is sweet to her, but not too sweet

"Well, well, well... The Matron reveals her true colors!" Silvia says as she leans in and kisses the pitiful Pooky.

The older elf whimpers and desperately kisses and licks Silvia back, like a lovey-dovey little puppy.

"You... you're not mad at me? Or disgusted?" Pooky asks, her flabby body trembling as she nervously rubs her big feet together.

"Mad? Why would a seductive sorceress like myself be mad that my new slave is practically ready for the market already?" Silvia says as she traces a finger along Pooky's welcoming pussy.

"I... I never wanted to rule! I... I just wanted to have fun and... and go up to the surface world," Pooky whimpers as Silvia gently plays with the Matron's clit ring. "I'm... oooooh... I'm so tired of all the constant political subterfuge and betrayal."

Pooky pulls on her nipple rings as Silvia slides down her lover's body, her tongue eager to taste this horny harlot again. The Matron's breathing becomes more frantic as the petite drow draws closer, her soft, wide body eager to welcome another's touch.

Silvia gently takes hold of Pooky's pussy chains, gently pulling on them to elicit another moan from the Matron. Her arousal fills the air, smelling like the sweet, spicy folds of a slutty slave girl, and certainly not like those of a real ruler.

Silvia extends her tongue, and is moments away from connecting with the milfy Matron's cunny when she suddenly pulls back, a wicked smile on her face as Pooky groans in frustration.

"PLEASE! I NEED THIS!" Pooky pleads, tears of sexual frustration forming in her eyes.

"I'll give you what you want slave," Silvia says with a smirk, enjoying her power trip just a little too much. "But first, I want you to do something for me..."

"YES! ANYTHING!" Pooky blurts out, not even stopping to think for a moment what consequences could come from this.