Mark stared at his old friend who had, as it appears, was able to survive after the capture of the city and he could not believe that he was standing right in front of him and it looked like he was serving the new king, wearing these exotic dancer clothes. He didn't heard anything from her after he got caught by a soldier during the night when they attacked the city. All this month he had spent in a cell, thinking only how he can escape and find Irileth to get them both home, back to their own world.

"This is one of your past friends, isn't it?" the fat king said as he took another bite of meat. Irileth didn't replied anything, only stood in place with her jaw open "Oh? Does it surprise you, my dear?" he said with a wide grin and took another sip of his wine. Silence was hanging over the room. "Tell me... do you think that this man, a wizard, could resist your charm? Aww..." He laughed, loud. The king was in a good mood. He knew how this love making elves, called Elifian, works, they were created as a way of living for pleasure and seducing, they had special voices, a body with all curves and no muscles.

"Your highness?" she said in a confused voice. "What do you want me to do with this human?" she said in a shy tone, hoping that the king would not realize that they already know each other and was afraid that she understood too well what the king meant when he spoke about resisting her charms.

"He's a wizard! Captured one!" he took a bite and continued chewing while talking, then drank again and swallowed, smiling and then laughed again. "We need magic for our future campaigns." He leaned on the arm of the throne. "So, I think... if you want that your beloved town is not burned to ashes and if you don't want me to sell you as a slave in our new lands that we conquer, you will make this wizard to join us, by all means!" He smirked and gave a dirty look at the Elifian beauty and then waved with his hand at a soldier who pushed Mark forward and made him to fall down on the ground. "Here! I want see how you do your... magic!" he said as he smiled widely and leaned back to his throne.

Mark was in bad shape, but he still felt the heat of anger rising inside his head "You will never force me to serve you! You're not my king, asshole!" Mark was shouting angrily as he slowly lifted his head, but his anger stopped when he saw the scared expression of Irileth when he looked into her eyes. She was kneeling now next to him and looked at him with fear in her eyes, her tits hanged heavy on her chest in her thin silk costume "No!" Mark thought with a sudden feeling of desperation. "Jake! You're Jake, not Irileth! You..." but his thoughts stopped when he felt the gentle touch of her hand on his cheek, slowly sliding over his dirty face, as a gentle caress. He felt suddenly calm, his anger left him and his head cleared. "Wh... what did you..." he tried to say but Irileth gave him a light kiss on his lips and touched his dick through his pants "Please..." she whispered softly in his ear, still kissing him and slowly stroked his penis "Just relax... stupid nerd...".

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