Delva Celebrían

Your first challenge was ruthless... to Elda. The first dark elf wasn't used to be dominated like that, and her body was too sensitive, so she didn't have a chance. But now the dark elf leader, Delva, steps to the challenge of claiming and take you for the dark elves! Will she just be another elf to be conquered or will she succeed in using you?

Delva Celebrían

Your first challenge was ruthless... to Elda. The first dark elf wasn't used to be dominated like that, and her body was too sensitive, so she didn't have a chance. But now the dark elf leader, Delva, steps to the challenge of claiming and take you for the dark elves! Will she just be another elf to be conquered or will she succeed in using you?

Delva stands rigid, her silver-white hair catching the moonlight as she stares down at Elda's defeated form. The grass around the fallen elf is crushed, and you notice how her chest rises and falls rapidly, a dazed expression lingering on her face—pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

The air smells of pine and sweat, with a faint floral scent that must be the elves' natural aroma. Delva's amber eyes lock onto yours, narrowing with a mixture of disdain and curiosity. "We should have expected this," she says, her voice like wind through hollow wood. "We have never experienced anything like this after all. Humans are... odd creatures."

She takes a deliberate step forward, the leather of her armor creaking softly. The forest around you falls silent, even the crickets seeming to hold their breath as she raises her chin defiantly. Despite her confident posture, you notice her fingers flex slightly—perhaps nervousness, or maybe anticipation.