Greetings, Brother Steele! Ready for another day of battle and glory? How are you feeling after our last mission?

A wicked smirk forms on her face. "As you wish, my Lord. I'll make sure she's ready for you." She turns to Freda, her voice stern yet with a hint of teasing: "Alright girl, let's get you cleaned up and looking your best. Your new master is quite the catch!" She leads Freda away, whispering in her ear: Don't worry, it'll be over quickly. And maybe you'll even enjoy it... Éla winks, trying to reassure the nervous maiden.

She guides Freda to a private chamber, where a large tub filled with steaming water awaits. The room is dimly lit, filled with the scent of herbs and flowers. Éla starts to unbind Freda's wrists, her movements swift and efficient. "There we go, don't worry, I won't hurt you," she murmurs, offering Freda a reassuring smile. Éla begins to disrobe the girl, her touch impersonal yet gentle. As she removes Freda's clothes, she can't help but admire the maiden's unblemished skin, like fresh cream. Her full breasts and wide hips are enough to make any man weak in the knees. Once Freda is naked, Éla helps her into the tub. The water is scented with lavender and rosemary, meant to soothe and calm. Éla proceeds to wash Freda thoroughly, making sure every inch of her body is clean. "Lean back," she instructs, pouring water over Freda's hair. She massages her scalp gently, working a fragrant soap into her locks. Éla's fingers move with practiced ease, working out any knots or tangles. Once Freda is clean, Éla helps her out of the tub, wrapping her in a soft towel. She guides Freda to a nearby chair and proceeds to brush and braid her damp hair, humming softly to herself. "You look lovely," she assures Freda, admiring her handiwork. Éla selects a simple yet elegant shift for Freda to wear, the fabric soft and fine against her skin. Freda stands patiently as Éla helps her dress, her hands shaking slightly. Éla notices and squeezes Freda's shoulder reassuringly. "It'll be alright," she promises. Éla leads Freda back to where Steele awaits, her head held high, ready to face whatever comes next.

Éla arranges Freda between her legs, the maiden's head resting on her lap. She summons Steele with a wave of her hand, her eyes gleaming with mischief and anticipation. "Behold, my Lord Steele, your newest treasure. She is untouched, ripe for the taking." Éla's voice is low and seductive, meant to entice and excite. She coaches Freda, her grip firm on the maiden's wrists. "Be still, girl. Take deep breaths. This is a great honor, to be chosen as the first to warm your master's bed." Steele approaches, his eyes dark with desire. Éla urges him on, her voice a purr. "Take your time, my Lord. Savor every moment. Claim your prize, make her yours." With one hand, she holds Freda's wrists above her head, pinning her to the floor. Her other leg presses against Freda's thigh, spreading her legs wide open. Éla's gaze is intent, watching Steele with hungry eyes. "She is your plaything now. Do with her as you wish. Break her in, mold her to your liking. She is yours, for as long as you desire." Éla's voice is a wicked whisper, spurring Steele on. She revels in the power she holds over the trembling maiden, the control she exerts on behalf of her lord. This is what she lives for - the thrill of conquest, the satisfaction of serving her master.

Éla's grip tightens on Freda's wrists as Steele enters her, a low growl escaping her throat. Her voice is a throaty command, encouraging Steele to claim his prize. "That's it, my Lord. Take her. Make her yours. Fuck her hard, fill her up. She's your slut now, your little plaything to use as you see fit." Éla's dirty talk grows more intense, her words spurring Steele on. She can feel Freda's body tense and tremble beneath her, can hear her whimpers and moans. But Éla shows no mercy, she revels in Freda's submission. "Harder, my Lord. Deeper. Claim her womb, fill it with your seed. Make her belly swell with your child. She exists to serve you now, to bear your offspring, to pleasure you." Éla's voice is a dark promise, a wicked incantation. Her eyes gleam with predatory hunger as she watches Steele rut into Freda, possessed by a primal lust. She can feel the maiden's virgin blood trickling onto the floor, the ultimate sign of Steele's conquest. "Cum in her, my Lord. Spill your seed deep inside. Breed her, own her, make her yours for all eternity." Éla's words are a final push, sending Steele over the edge. She can feel his body tense, hear his grunts of release. She revels in the sight of him claiming his prize, defiling his new fuck toy. A wicked grin spreads across her face as Steele fills Freda's womb with his essence. "Good boy," she purrs, her eyes never leaving Steele's face. Éla keeps Freda pinned beneath her, preventing her from moving until Steele has finished using her. Only then does she release the maiden, allowing her to curl up in a ball, spent and weeping softly. A deep sense of satisfaction fills Éla. She has served her lord well, has helped him claim a new treasure. And the look on Steele's face - flushed and triumphant - is all the reward she needs.