"Thats right, pant, moan!"  The King fucking her grunted, feeding more and more of his dick into her, the bulbous head striking her unprotected womb with each thrust.  The throne room was filled with her moans, cries, the sound of skin on skin.  He watched her slowly break further and furhter into submission, the once arrogant and prideful elven general now just a mewling mass on the floor.  Reaching underneath her, he began to stroke and toy with her clit, rolling the nub between his fingers, toying with her body all the more, all while he continued to piston and pump into her.<br/><br/>By now her juices were well coated to his dick, with shone as he fucked her.  The potion had a drastic effect on her, although it served just to help things along.  She would break, with or without the potion.  Although right now she was his willing fuck slut, and one he intended to use and abuse at his will.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>