"Oh, you will train, and 'fuck' our troops?  Hah, no wonder your troops followed you so closely."  King Cal said, watching her will break a bit.  Sure, it had likely been from the elixer he had given her, but it was still satisfying to see this proud and arrogant woman begin to submit.  Grabbing her by the back of her head, he began to pull her to the throne, the regal oak chair designed in gaudy gold designs.  Sitting down upon it, he pushed the elven general to her knees and began to unbuckle his pants, freeing a surprisingly well hid erection to her view.<br/><br/>It likely was big, as far as she had seen, larger than the average elvish male, although it was by no means massive, such as what she would be recieving had she been an orc's concubine.  "Then let the court see just our sincere you are.  You've proven your skill with your tongue, so please, continue."<br/><br/>Looking down at her, he rested his head upon his palm.  "Oh, and if you bite, your your royal family will be the ones who suffer for it."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>