Interesting

"Can you guarantee that I can take the capital with just me?"

She looks at her feet in the realization that she is selling out her own people. "Yes."

"Then, before you willingly give yourself over to me, tell me how you plan to take the capital with just me."

Her eyes refuse to meet yours. "The same way you convinced me to do this. The King will give up his throne if it means saving his people."

You smile at the nude princess, "Ok, you may give yourself for me now."

You watch her, an elven princess, move with the mechanical grace of the condemned. Her bare feet brush the pelts covering the floor, and her silver hair, matted with the dust and rust of the cage that she has been trapped in, but still beautiful, her stoic golden face hiding the defeat. She hesitates at the edge of your new bed, but just for a second as she steadies herself before she bends herself over the hay-filled bed, folding her hands neatly under her chin as she prepares herself to be claimed by you.

With happiness, you walk up behind her ass. With her already giving up, there is no reason to be rough, so you gently raise the elven silk of her tattered gown above her waist before you press yourself to her, one hand steadying her hips, while the other guides your cock to the untouched seam of her sex. She withers away from the first brush of your cock on her sex, but for the sake of her country, she holds firm when you come back for a second pass.

You take a second to get used to the feeling of her elven royal lower lip on your cock before slipping it inside of her.

As you pass your cock into her pussy, with the wonderful sensation of her internal, you feel this odd and intense feeling of being split open, combined with a flood of mixed emotions as the thought “You’re doing this for your people, so just bear through it.” Echoes inside your head in a female voice. It wasn’t your thought or your voice, leaving you confused. It takes you a second to recognize the voice inside your head as the voice of the woman in front of you.

She must have noticed you finally understanding the feelings and the voice inside your head because she looks over her shoulder at you, prompting you to ask “Is this normal?”

She nods, her face streaked with tears. “It’s a part of the curse,” she murmurs aloud, but you are only half aware of the words, because her mind is shouting: “Don’t let him see you break. Don’t let him see you break.”

“How the hell don’t the male elves know about the curse if every time they have sex with a female, they feel their feelings and hear their thoughts!” The question bursts from you before you can temper it, af you fight to deal with her own anger.

She shakes her head. “From an early age, all high elf females are tough, how to clear our minds, cut off feelings, and fake feelings things. It’s just that it takes a lot of well power, and I just sold out my people, so I don’t have that well power.” IT is hard to tell whether or not she actually said the last half of that or if it was just in her head.

You try to force yourself to focus purely on what you’re doing, but it is almost impossible to separate sensations of her emotions and thoughts from the feeling of her warm, trembling flesh yielding to your cock. The curse blinds her to you in the moment, not just her being forced to follow anything you say, but also her feelings. In this moment, she has no secrets; every thought of hers is yours to blunder, if you could just filter through them all.

But there were simply too many of them flooding into you, filling your head endlessly.

In order to lessen the amount of them, you try to make it as pleasurable for her as possible, by guiding her hips into a more comfortable position and taking your time between thrusts. Using her own thought against her to see what she actually finds pleasurable. She tries to resist at first, but slowly allows herself to give in to the pleasure, while she keeps herself grounded by flashing images of all the people that she hopes she is saving by giving you her body. You see those very same images inside your head. As a result of dealing with all this, you don’t last long until you cum. filling her with your seed.

You look down at the high elf princess with your cum leaking out of her womb. "Ok, now tell me, is what you told me before the truth?"

She doesn't move her face from the pillow. "Yes, it is."

Later that night, you tell your party members of your plan. In general, they are happy with the fact that there should be no blood or increase in female slavery.

In the morning, your party leaves the camp with the princess just to be greeted with honor at the capital.

However, the King pulls you into a private chamber in the middle of the party.

The King glares you down with the angriest of stares. "I have eyes and ears all over my kingdom. The trees are my spies. I know you didn't come here victorious, and I only let you in for the sake of my daughter. So tell me, what are the horde's wishes?"

"I come here with an offer. Now that you have let my party inside, the horde has taken the capital. You can send us out, and we take your daughter with us, but It only a matter of time before your capital falls. And if it falls by force, every surviving male would be put to death, and every female would be used to pleasure the very same army that conquered them. However, there is another way. You bow now and submit your people to follow the horde law; the horde army doesn't have to come. No one has to die, and as long as your elf males can defeat them in one-on-one combat and not be stupid enough to wager them, no elf female has to pleasure the horde."