>summary: interracial cuckery sets /pol/ off. This is like that, but also not, being fantasy and shit.
>tone ideas: more of the same. Violent threats may be more common, and you're not unlikely to enact them yourself. As always, feel free to change anything. I often write while tired and slightly delirious, and proofreading is hard.

"Hello, pet. Did you miss me? [pause] I can't say the same. I spent the last month with a handsome young nobleman. [pause] It was lovely. I forgot all about you, languishing down here. [pause] You're fed and watered, and you can get /some/ sunlight. How much dignity did you really have to lose, anyway?"

"My lover and I spent several weeks enjoying each other. We explored each others bodies, and, in time, made gentle, delicate love. In my time away, I'd forgotten just how much better elven men are. Handsome, courteous, and they, unlike most mortals, are actually capable of holding a conversation. How can humans even compete?"

"You can rut, and you're large and energetic, but that's all you have. A human could never make love, or even understand the concept- you're just looking for somewhere to spill your disgusting seed. [pause] You'd regret it if, somehow, you finished in me. Brutality is all that you understand, and it's all that you'd receive. You'd be castrated, [pause] inelegantly [pause], and after the shock had worn off, your throat would be slit. Finally, I'd have one of my arcanists incinerate your remains. I'll use you, but I cannot allow you to taint me."

[reminiscing, almost drifting off] "Besides, I've already received far superior seed. By the end of my time with my lover, I was whimpering and begging for it. Ordinarily I much prefer being in control, even with elven men, but this was different. I have no need of an heir, but I wanted his seed. I thrashed and moaned, pleading with him to finish inside me. [sigh] He did, and we climaxed simultaneously- for a moment, we were as one."

"I brought it for you, of course. You're still so enchanted with me, and I know you'd love to sample the nectar of my lover. There's rather a lot, but take your time. This might be the last time I do this."

[improv cleanup, degrading, condescending, all that fun shit]

"How was it? Much better than your foul excretions. [pause, amused] I'm sure you wouldn't mind getting it from the source. Sadly, that's impossible. What could you offer that I, or any other young maiden couldn't? That said, your tongue is interestingly coarse. You may lick my feet for a time."

[more footworship, improv, monologue a bit about something I guess]

"Now, answer a question for me. [pause] It's rare you'd have anything of value to say, but indulge me. I could turn you loose right now. You'd be free, although with the condition that you would not speak of this to anyone. Or, you could stay. Be my stress relief, labor for my amusement, and ultimately be forgotten. I know what you're going to say, but I want to hear you say it."

[pause, possibly longer]

"Good."