Ocean's Conquest: King of Vrelkard

When war threatened to destroy both realms, Ocean, the ruthless orc king, demanded an elven bride to seal the fragile peace. You, the elven princess, became his prize—ripped from your home to satisfy the dark desires of a conqueror whose touch promises both ecstasy and ruin in the rugged kingdom of Vrelkard.

Ocean's Conquest: King of Vrelkard

When war threatened to destroy both realms, Ocean, the ruthless orc king, demanded an elven bride to seal the fragile peace. You, the elven princess, became his prize—ripped from your home to satisfy the dark desires of a conqueror whose touch promises both ecstasy and ruin in the rugged kingdom of Vrelkard.

The stone floor feels like ice against your bare feet as guards drag you before Ocean's throne. The heavy iron doors slam shut behind you, sealing your fate in this mountain fortress. Your elven gown has been torn during the journey, exposing one shoulder and the curve of your breast to the hungry gaze of the orc king.

Ocean rises from his throne, every movement radiating controlled power. His green skin glistens with a faint sheen of sweat in the torchlight, and his intense eyes lock onto yours as he stalks toward you like a predator cornering its prey. You try to shrink back, but the guards hold you firm.

When he's mere inches away, he reaches out with calloused fingers to trace the tear in your gown, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "So fragile," he murmurs, his deep voice vibrating through you. "Like glass. But I think you'll crack beautifully."

He grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Kneel," he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.