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Once a week you would treat yourself to the King’s bath chamber.
You shouldn’t do it, you knew - of course you shouldn’t, you were just a servant, after all - but you knew the King’s schedule by heart as one of the maids who would clean when he was not present. The chamber was magnificent: a dimly lit room with a pool that was carved from the stone in the ground. It was heated from a small chamber beneath it and had a draining system that had amazed you the first time you saw it when you were told to clean the bath chamber.
The stone was dark and glimmered in the water, steam rising up in the room as you hummed and tipped your head back, your hair pulled out of the water and secured at the back of your head with a hair quill. You could feel your muscles relax in the heat of the water, letting out a soft moan as you sank down lower into the hot water, the room filled with the scent of lavender from the oil that you had infused into the bath. It was like a reward at the end of the week and it gave you something to look forward to. You had your own bath, of course, but it was so much more tedious to heat and so much smaller; you could completely stretch out in the King’s pool and the act of doing something that no one in the kingdom should do and getting away with it gave you a sense of satisfaction: you were doing what no one else could, or dared to.
You sighed and stretched your arms above your head, feeling your shoulders and spine loosen before they sank back down into the steaming water. The King was on a hunting trip and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. It was something he did every other month for a few days at a time: it was a good way for a King to make outings with other nobility, visiting ambassadors and the like while making sure he was familiar with his land and any changes that may have occurred to it since his last outing.
You relaxed even more knowing that you wouldn’t be disturbed.
A false sense of security, considering the fact that you suddenly heard a muffled voice from down the hall, followed by footsteps. Your eyes burst so wide that you were sure there was a moment where they risked falling from your skull and you leapt out of the water, swiping as much of the water as you could from your body and dashing into the alcove in the wall behind a thick curtain where extra towels and robes were stored.
Assuming that another servant had perhaps come to fetch you from your ‘cleaning’ duties, you wrapped yourself in one of those robes. If you were to be caught by them, you would like to be clothed at least and perhaps you could convince them to keep this a secret with a bribe of a soak in the pool themselves. You would dread losing your personal little privilege that you had allowed yourself but it was better than risking having it reported back to the King.
Now that would be a living nightmare.
You heard the heavy door fall open and then closed again, hearing a small hum and nothing more. Remaining deathly silent and trying to move as little as possible, you peeked through the tiny gap between the curtain and the wall, keeping your face back enough that no one should be able to see your eye, even if it meant restricting your field of vision to that little slit where the curtain ended.
You felt your heart drop to depths of Arda that had never ever been looked upon by living eyes, they were so deep.
It was the King. The King had just walked in - despite the fact he was not supposed to have even returned yet - while you were stealing a bath in his chambers and you were now hiding in an alcove just metres away from him. You placed your hand over your racing heart as though that would calm its frantic beating.
Oh, and it dropped all over again when you glanced upon the wet footprints that you had left across the floor, trailing from the edge of the pool to your very hiding place.
You concluded, quite simply, that you were fucked beyond measure.
However, instead of noticing the very simple trail of wet footprints that currently had your throat closing in fear, the King began to strip off his cloak, laying it over a nearby counter before beginning with his tunic. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help but gawk at the muscles of his back as he pulled his undershirt off over his head, folding that and laying it down too.
Pale skin stretched over defined muscle and he had not one imperfection, it was as though he were carved from the purest piece of alabaster. His white hair swept from his shoulder and down his back, not a piece seeming to fall out of place, as though each strand knew exactly where it should go with each of his movements. You could feel your breath beginning to speed up as he toed off his boots and placed them neatly beside each other, pulling off his remaining clothing, tugging trousers down over muscular thighs and calves that practically had you salivating. His body was almost exactly as you had imagined: lean with defined muscle but not too much to be off-putting, enough to make him a fierce sort of elegant. The King was a walking personification of beauty and you almost felt a pang of jealousy at his equally sculpted ass.
You looked away, retreating to hiding in the darkness. This was wrong. You could be thrown in the dungeons for this. You would be thrown in the dungeons for this; the King was a notoriously observant ellon, he would see the water trail leading right to you. Your life may as well be over.
So shouldn’t that mean you should enjoy this final pleasure before it was all over?
You brought your head back to watch as he stepped into the pool and you couldn’t resist but to let your eyes flicker downwards, catching yourself before you could let out a small gasp. He was undoubtedly well-endowed, impressive even in its softened state. You had to withdraw from your little window of view, feeling your face flush with heat.
You should not be doing this.
But a part of you really wanted to stay hidden and enjoy the sight of your King like this.
You returned to keep through the curtain. Thranduil was leaning back in the same place that you had been, the ends of his white hair sinking into the water, sticking to his chest in places. Such a simple thing shouldn’t have been so damn attractive but for an ellon as stunning as Thranduil, you were sure that you would be lusting after the way he breathed next.
He sank deeper into the water, wetting the rest of his hair and pushing it back over his head as he rose back up, still flailing perfectly as he pushed it behind his pointed ears. He tilted his head back against the edge of the pool once more and it gave you an enchanting view of the strong angle of his jaw and the expanse of his throat. You mentally scolded yourself for imagining how he would touch you as you smothered that skin in suffocatingly hot kisses. Your teeth sank into your lip while looking at the muscles of his bicep, the veins in his forearm and the slight flexing of his fingers as he stretched one of his arms along the side of the pool, the other remaining in the steaming water.
Your eyes raked down over his chest slowly, imagining nipping at his collarbones, curling your fingers down into those biceps, how those strong shoulder would be able to manhandle you into any position he wished, what it would feel like to press your fingers to his chest and run them downwards, feeling the hills of his lean muscles beneath your fingertips. You could feel a heat building between your legs at all of these far from appropriate thoughts about your King but what else could you do? Reveal yourself after having watched him undress? There was still a chance that he would leave these chambers none the wiser and you weren’t about to make that an impossibility.
He let out a sigh as he stretched his back, the noise melting into a groan. You threw your head back as though it would expel the thoughts from your head before you continued to gaze upon him, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth, feeling your hot blush beneath your fingertips.
Your brows furrowed for a moment as you looked upon the slow and consistent jerking motions of his arm that was submerged in the water and the sight went straight between your legs, hearing another groan fall from his lips as his movements became firmer, no doubt as he was hardening under his own touch.
You definitely should not be doing this.
You thought as your other hand skimmed over your breast, across your ribs and down to your thigh, dancing over the wet skin that was exposed by the haphazardly tied robe, slipping your fingers behind the fabric to rest against your clit softly, not pressing down or moving just yet. You had to withhold a whine at the sound of him hissing and then moaning lowly in pleasure. What you would do to be the one pulling such sounds from his lips.
You dipped your fingers down to collect some of the gathering wetness at your entrance and slid your fingers back upwards to slowly circle your clit, pressing down as lightly as you could imagine in the face of such temptation.
You never took your sight off your King as his movements became firmer, fingers gripping the edge of the pool. His noises of pleasure grew more frequent, slightly louder and yet still controlled. Your breasts rose and fell dramatically with each laboured breath, beginning to press down harder against your sensitive clit, feeling a pleasant throbbing beneath your slickening fingers.
“Yn…” You froze entirely at hearing the King moan your name.
The King moaned your name. For a moment you were torn between wondering whether he was touching himself to the thought of you or if he had seen you. Neither his head nor his eyes had turned in your direction and so you retracted your fingers from between your legs, feeling a little in danger.
“Why do you hide away like this?” He rolled his neck, head still tilted back as he looked in your direction, blue eyes landing on the trail of wet footprints and then slowly dragging up to fix upon your hiding place, “Come on out, I know you are there.” His motions beneath the water ceased and your fingers trembled as they wrapped around the edge of the curtain.
If you could drag out this moment forever, you would, no matter how terrible it felt because you dreaded what was to come next. You slowly pulled the heavy curtain back to reveal yourself as the King shifted in the steaming water so that he could turn his body to face you, bringing his arms up to rest on either side of the pool, hands hanging down so that his fingertips just kissed the surface of the water.
You watched him tilt his head to the side a little, eyes raking over you. You caught sight of how his tongue skimmed over his teeth and suddenly you felt like a rabbit standing before a fox under his predatory gaze.
“There you are…” There was a lighter tone to his voice but his face showed no such expression. You prepared yourself to be told that the next 3000 years of your life would be spent in the dungeons in utter darkness. He reached one hand out to beckon you closer. “And yet you still linger in the shadows. Come into the light where your King may see you.” You cautiously retracted your footsteps until you were at the opposing edge of the tub. Under his wandering eyes, a part of you wished that you had done the robe up properly and another wished that you hadn’t put it on at all in the first place. “A sufficient enough hiding place and yet you have left enough evidence to point me exactly to it.” He gestured to the little splashes of water on the stone floor and you found one of your hands gathering the fabric of the robe into a fist, trying to quell your nerves. He let the silence hang thickly in the air as his blue eyes fixed to your thighs. They were lidded with how he had tilted his head back, still seeming to look down on you somehow despite being much lower down than you were. You swallowed hard. “Did you think that I was unaware of what you have been doing these past few years?”
“I did, my Lord.” You replied, “Out of my own stupidity, not of an insult to your intelligence.” You added for good measure. You didn’t want to lead him to think that you were calling him a fool and if you had to degrade yourself a little to ease whatever punishment he would deem fit for the offence of an invasion of his privacy, you would do so.
“I would not call yourself such things,” He began and you finally met his eyes in a fixed gaze, “You were not the only one playing this game, after all.” Your lips parted for a moment as you realised what he meant, piecing together all that he had said, glancing back to the alcove where you had just been hidden.
“You…” You slowly turned back to him, the words dying on your tongue and thriving in your head, “My Lord, you have known…” There was an amused, almost proud and smug smile ghosting his lips.
“I have seen.” His eyes flickered back to the alcove and yours almost burst from your head again as they widened, your face flushing with heat.
“Might I ask how many times, my Lord?” You asked, voice dropping to a much quieter octave in your uncertainty.
“A handful of times when my fleeting freetime has coincided with the time which you have decided to spend in personal bath chambers, something which I permit to no one.” There was a pause, “Always with the exceptions of when I have been away, of course. It is why I knew you would be here this evening, after all, you had assumed that I would not return until tomorrow evening, correct?”
“Yes, my Lord.” You replied, hanging your head, unable to meet his eyes and knowing all the times he had been a spectator to what you thought was a personal treat that you had stolen for yourself. He let out a low hum at your reply, beckoning you closer. You began to round the pool, heading to the side that he was leaning against but trying to maintain some distance between the two of you, regardless.
“You are a clever girl, but not clever enough, it would seem.” He mused, beckoning you even closer and you fought the urge to jolt at his fingertips skimming over your ankle, running up your calf and beginning to press down as he reached your thighs, fingers dipping just under the fabric of the robe and then withdrawing, leaving you breathless and with a new wave of heat at your core. “Kneel.” It almost took you by surprise at how quickly you fell to your knees, sitting upon your calves while that had skimmed over your stomach, between your clothed breasts, teasing across your throat - oh, how you wished he would wrap his fingers around there - and to your jaw, grabbing your gently but firmly enough to make you look down upon him and you fought the urge to steal a glimpse at his aroused state beneath the waters.
He seemed to take in your features for a moment, pulling you down until you could feel his breath fanning across your lips, his blue eyes falling down to look at them. You shuddered as his hand on your jaw fell to your lap, caressing the tops of your thighs, pushing the robe over your legs to do so. “Were you touching yourself?” He asked lowly, his facade not faltering once. You could feel your heart fluttering in your chest, certain it would stop altogether if it carried on as it were. It seemed that you had been frozen for too long because he spoke again: “Either you can tell me or you can allow me to find out for myself.” Palm splaying over your leg and pushing up.
Chest rising and falling deeply with each breath, you slowly parted your thighs, not missing the small smirk of approval that teased at the corner of his mouth. You felt his fingers snake across your inner thigh, going further up to cup your slick pussy with his hand, making you lurch forwards a little, hands snapping towards his wrist to wrap your fingers around it.
Beforehand, he had been looking at his own hand disappearing between your thighs and beneath the robe with a steeled expression and what could only be described as hunger in his eyes. Now, however, his blue eyes which reflected light in fractals and suddenly the night sky was nowhere near as beautiful. He withdrew his arm a little, fingertips still only just brushing against the skin of your thighs.
“I will not force you into doing anything that you do not wish.” He spoke simply, “You are welcome to leave now and your only punishment shall be that I will no longer be lenient in turning a blind eye to your time stolen away in here.” He would allow you to get off lightly and you could feel your shoulders sag a little in relief.
But it left you to wonder what would happen if you were to choose to stay instead.
“I wish to stay, my Lord.” You spoke after a moment. He did not hide the look of approval on his face and you gasped a little as his hand returned to cupping the growing slickness between your thighs.
“Good…” He hummed and turned so that he could reach you with his other arm, a hand landing on the back of your neck to pull you down into a kiss. His kisses were exactly as you could have expected them to be: commanding, dominating and utterly perfect. It would seem that the King never made half-efforts with anything. You kept your hands pressed to the stone floor as you leaned over him in order to prevent you from tipping forwards into the pool and you let out a small moan as his hand left the back of your neck to remove the quill from your hair, allowing your locks to spill out around your shoulders and fall over the two of you.
He pulled back from the kiss for a moment to look upon you in this way, a hand coming to caress a lock of your hair between his fingers, working his hand up through your tresses. “Beautiful.” He praised before tangling a handful around his fingers and pulling you in for another dizzying kiss. You could hear how the water lapped against the edge of the stone pool as he rose up from his sitting position, making you lean up with him so as to not break the kiss. You moaned against his lips as his deft fingers pushed your folds apart and pressed against your entrance, him groaning at finding just how wet you were there before pushing that slickness up towards your clit, rubbing over it with feather-light touches.
Now that you were no longer leaning over him, you no longer had to lean on your hands and you found them cautiously resting upon his chest, humming in pleasure at feeling the muscle beneath your fingertips. He didn’t make any move to stop you and so you splayed your palms out and began blindly tracing the lines of his torso, skimming all the way down to his Adonis’ belt and back up again.
He rose up even more, kneeling on the stone with you, hands coming to rest upon your clothed hips. You whined at the loss of contact against your clit and he smiled in amusement, your rapidly growing desperation for him fuelling his pride. His hands went for the belt of the robe and he pulled back from the kiss to take in your body as he pushed it back off your shoulders, the fabric catching in the fold of your elbows as you kept your hands against the pale skin of his chest. His tongue ran across his lower lip as he looked over the curves of your body, starting at your breasts and falling to your parted thighs. He removed your hands from his chest to slip the robe off your body entirely. As with his own clothes earlier, he folded it neatly and leaned over you to place it down behind you.
You tilted your head to look up at him, his wet hair still pushed back over his head and falling around him heavily, dripping down his chest and sticking to his shoulders in places. One of his hands came to rest at the base of your throat and you hoped that he would slide it up, hold your life in his hands as you surrendered to him. He eased you to lay back, not a word needing to be said for you to follow his command and you took a moment to wonder what the King would be like in this way. Yes, you were about to find out, of course, but there were so many possibilities to imagine. You had already gathered that he was dominant: he was a King, after all, and would have been raised to naturally take to controlling whatever situation was laid before him. Everyone in the Kingdom knew of the King’s son, Prince Legolas, and you wondered as to what that could imply of his skills in the bedroom for the late Queen.
You were losing your focus and so you looked back into the KIng’s blue eyes, lidded and darkened with lust as he leaned over you, a thigh between your legs, preventing you from closing them or pressing them together in an attempt to relieve the ache that was pooling there. His mouth ghosted over your damp flesh and you couldn’t help the shudder, the warmth of his breath contrasting with the cool stone against your back, your head pillowed by the folded robe, something that you were grateful for.
His lips pressed hotly beneath your ear, hand at the base of your neck pushing all the way up to your jaw, making you tilt your head back to expose the entirety of the expanse of your neck to him. You found your thighs squeezing on either side of his knee in an attempt to get some friction and it only made you whine in need as he smiled against your skin, teeth nipping at the base of your throat and then your collarbone, soothing each one with a hot lick.
Your hands shot up to grab him when his light kisses over your breasts changed into him wrapping his lips around a peaked nipple and sucking down hard. One of your hands landed on his bicep, fingers curling down into muscle while your other hand tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. As he sucked down harder, you gave those wet, white locks a tug and looked down to murmur an apology, easing up your grip and letting your hand fall to his shoulder but he reached up to take your hand in his, returning it to his hair and encouraging you to tug at his hair, groaning as you did so experimentally.
The King likes having his hair pulled, you noted.
His other hand came up to pinch your other nipple, making sure each breast had equal attention and you found yourself arching your back up to lift yourself even closer to him, wanting more of his bare, wet skin pressed against yours. His kisses trailed down between the valley of your breasts and down over your navel, stopping just over your lower abdomen, making you squirm under his hands on your waist, making him laugh lowly against your skin.
“Are you not enjoying yourself?” He hummed, a smirk at his lips.
“You are teasing me, my Lord…” You panted and the way his eyes darkened at hearing his title in such a tone was not lost on you.
“And what is it you would have me do to you?” He mused, coming up to sit on his knees, eyes sliding over your flushed body, looking approvingly at the marks that were beginning to form upon the base of your neck and tops of your breasts.
In this position, you had a clear view of his aroused cock, red and weeping, begging for either of your attention but it seemed that he was set on stringing this out if only to tease you. You thought that begging may not be lost on a King with such a renowned ego, you were almost certain that such a thing would get him going.
“Whatever you deem fit, my Lord,” You spoke, eyes flickering back up to meet his own, unable to fight the way your hips slowly rolled at the look of satisfaction on his face at your words, “I am at your mercy, am I not?” You added.
“Perhaps clever enough, after all…” He hummed, fingertips of his right hand coming to slide across your hip, dipping back into your slit and pulling a moan from your lips. He groaned at feeling how wet you were, knowing that he had only needed to allow you to watch him and then tease you with kisses and touches to get you so wet and needing - all for him.
“My Lord!” You gasped out as two fingers pushed into your entrance, making your breathing increase as you looked for something to ground yourself with, reaching towards him and finding that your hand landed at his hip, curling your fingers into his flesh there as he pushed his fingers impossibly deep into you and you knew that your own would not be likely to satisfy you again by the time he was done.
“I wonder just how much you can take until you have no resolve left… Nothing to hold you back from wantonly calling out my name among your desperate pleas for more.” You had been right about the begging, it seemed. Everything about his touch was fiery: the smouldering lust in his eyes, the flush of your body, his heated kisses lingering on your swollen lips, the steam hanging heavy in the room.
And like a fool, you threw yourself into his flames:
“As much as you will give me, my Lord… and then some.” He chuckled at your words, a low rumbling in his chest that had you feeling so small under the power of his touch, exactly what you had wanted.
“Remaining so formal, even with two of my fingers deep inside of you.” He leaned over you, hand grabbing your jaw to make sure you couldn’t break eye contact with him, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your cheeks and forcing your lips to jut into a little pout. “I cannot wait to strip that eloquence from you and watch as you melt into a mess for me, calling out my name, my titles, for they will be all the words you will need.” His words made you whimper and were punctuated by his fingers curling upwards to press down against that sensitive spot within you and you bit down on your lips to stifle a moan, if only to make him work harder to see what he so desired.
Your plan worked out well enough because his fingers began to thrust in and out of you, still curling up to press against that spot that had your nails biting into his skin his hand on your jaw trailed down your front until he could press his palm down over your lower abdomen and it had you bucking your hips into his touch, breathing heavily between moans. His thumb came to press at his clit and you could have thanked the Valar for the fact that this elf knew exactly where to place his hands to push you closer and closer to the edge.
You pushed your thighs further apart for him, grinding your hips down into his deep and firm thrusts, feeling that coil tighten beneath his hand that was pressed down on the muscles of your lower belly. You began to cry out as your walls tightened around his skilled fingers, the sound morphing into a cry of protest as he withdrew his touch entirely.
“My Lord!” You cried out, brows furrowing in frustration of having your orgasm snatched from your reach like so. He looked down on you with utter satisfaction, a string of your arousal connecting his wet fingers to your even wetter pussy, the sight making your face flush with heat all over again.
“Oh, you were expecting something else?” He raised a thick brow, “A reward for invading the privacy of my personal bath chambers?” You could no longer hold eye contact with him. He had said earlier that he would no longer turn a blind eye to the use of his bath chamber as your punishment in the situation where you got up and left earlier. But now, it would seem that your punishment would be excruciatingly sweet teasing as you had chosen to stay. “Silly girl…” He leaned down over you, resting his weight on his forearm beside your head, his wet hair falling over his shoulders and making cold droplets fall upon your flushed skin, causing you to shudder ever so slightly every now and then.
You could feel his breath against the shell of your ear as he spoke next: “You said that you will take whatever I shall give you… And if it is not enough to satisfy you? What then? Will you thank me, beg for more, both?” The mental image seemed to amuse him and he hummed, pleased, “Yes, I think I would quite like to hear you thank me for each ruined orgasm.” You let out a loud whine at the words but couldn’t find a part of you strong enough to actually protest. The King of the Woodland realm had you stripped naked and on your back, dripping with arousal between your spread thighs, trapped beneath his gorgeous, bare body. Who else in the Kingdom had ever been so lucky?
“Thank you, my Lord.” You gasped out as his knee pressed between your legs, almost rewardingly at your words despite the fact that this interaction was supposed to be a punishment. He brought his sticky fingers up to his mouth, lapping his tongue against the length of them and it had you craving for him to make you taste yourself with his tongue in your mouth, laced with your own wetness.
“I think a more thorough taste may be in order, would you not agree?” He asked as he brought his fingers to your mouth and you parted your lips to allow him to slide them over your tongue, sucking down on them to taste the sweet saltiness of your own arousal, hollowing your cheeks around them and caressing them with your tongue, sucking them clean as he watched you. You took note of how his eyes became more lidded, losing control of the pacing of his breathing, sculpted chest rising and falling much more noticeably as he watched you. “So obedient.” He commended, “How far are you willing to go to obey your King?” He withdrew his fingers from your mouth, tracing them over your lips to watch the kiss-swollen flesh glimmer with your saliva.
“As far as he might order me… within reason.” You felt a flutter of pride in your chest at seeing yet another pleased expression upon Thranduil’s face, knowing that none of your answers seemed to have displeased him thus far.
“Within reason?” He highlighted.
“You strike me as an ellon who is well aware that certain things must be earned through a much more intimate form of trust, my Lord.” His fingers trailed over your skin as he reflected on your words. So, no matter your sexual history nor his status, you would not submit yourself in such a way to just anyone: he had earned this much of your trust to subjugate yourself to him in such a way and you seemed to be offering more should he show that he were worthy of such trust.
“Regarding that, you would be correct.” He replied lowly, eyes dropping back down to all your exposed skin. He pressed his lips to your throat softly, a hand resting over your ribs, the other still supporting his weight, lips dancing back down over your body in a trail he had mapped out earlier but dipping lower, teeth nipping at your hips. This caused you to let out little gasps that seemed to amuse him as he practically nuzzled his face into the softness of your inner thigh, tongue lapping at your skin, gathering some of the arousal that had already dripped down there and then sucking down to bruise your sensitive skin. Without thinking, you clamped your thighs on either side of his head, feeling the coolness of the water in his white hair, making you shudder a little. He wrapped his arms around them to push them apart, making ample room for his exploring mouth, tongue giving an almost-not-there lick to your swollen clit.
You let out a strangled moan as he sucked down hard, making your hands tangle in his light hair, tugging slightly at the sensation that made heat pool in your core and you could feel yet another wave of slickness leak from your entrance. His teeth grazed against that bundle of nerves, making you moan lewdly before his tongue delved into your entrance, groaning at your taste, sending the vibrations through your body. You found your hips bucking against his wet muscle and he laid a forearm over your hips, effortlessly pinning you down and making you whine as he pulled away for a moment to suck down a matching mark on your opposing thigh.
“My Lord, please.” Your back rose into an arch and then fell again, feeling lightheaded at the sudden loss of contact after such rigorous stimulation.
“What is it that you beg for?” He mused, smirking against the soft flesh of your leg and you threw your head back with a loud whine, trying to push your hips towards his face but he held them firmly down, fingers curling around your hip. “Pathetic…” His voice came out in a husky whisper and he pinched your thigh, making you cry out and look down to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, dominating and mischievous at once, looking up at you from under long lashes in a stare that left you utterly enthralled by him. “And adorable.” He added at seeing your flushed cheeks and your look of shock at the short-lived but sharp pain that he had inflicted upon you. “Do not make me repeat myself.” There was a warning in his tone and you couldn’t imagine what a punishment within a punishment would look like under the King’s control.
“I need your mouth on me, please.” You gasped out, “I’ll be good for you, I promise, I will return whatever pleasure you give me and I’ll do it knowing that I’m ruined for you, by you, for you alone, my King. But please, please touch me.” Another reason why you hadn’t been overly concerned about the possibility of another servant discovering you earlier that evening: you were really good at telling people exactly what they wanted to hear in order to get whatever you desired. You wondered if someone as observant as the Elvenking would pick up on this skill and deny you its use.
“I would be a cruel creature to deny a pretty girl something that she so desperately and politely begged for.” He smirked and his mouth was back upon you, delving into your dripping entrance and dragging back up flat against your clit, sucking down and filling the room with the most debaucherous noises that had you tugging his hair even more, moans echoing off the stone walls and you were glad for the fact that Thranduil’s chambers were a place of few people who could pass by and hear what the King was doing to you.
After having such skilled fingers in you, you felt empty, even despite all the attention on your needy clit and it had you squirming under his firm hold. You could feel that coil building up once again and a part of you hoped that he wouldn’t be able to tell without his fingers inside of you to feel how you tightened around him at the edge of your release. Biting down on your lip to muffle a cry, you felt yourself teetering on the edge and then let out a sob as he sat back up, body rising from between your legs.
“My Lord!” You exclaimed again and he looked so smug that you couldn’t decide whether you wanted to kiss or slap the look from his gorgeous face.
“You cannot say I didn’t warn you, little one.” He spoke, fingers dancing across one of your hips and hissing as his other hand went down to pump his cock in a fist, no longer wishing to deny himself further.
He stood from his kneeling position and offered a hand to you, helping you up onto trembling legs with a very masculine look of satisfaction at such a detail, leading you over to another alcove in the wall where a cushioned bench had been carved. He sat down, looking over you for a moment before beckoning you into his lap. You straddled his thighs, settling your weight over them as your arms wrapped around his neck, leaning in for a slow kiss, his tongue licking at your mouth as a hand came up to cup your jaw, the two of you remaining like this for a long moment before pulling away. He spread his legs apart, forcing your legs to part with his and his hands fell to your hips, leaning back against the wall to look at your breasts that were so close to his face.
“I do not think that I need to tell you what I expect of you next.” He spoke and you hummed, leaning in to press a hot kiss to his throat, deciding against leaving a mark on him. He was the King, after all, and it would be inappropriate for him to attend formal events with such a mark upon his alabaster skin.
“And if I wish to hear you command such a thing of me, my Lord?” You murmured against his skin, hearing him laugh lowly as you brought your face back up to lock your eyes.
“Do you like my voice, little one?” His strong arms encircled your waist for emphasis, “Does such a simple part of me arouse you?”
“Terribly so,” You replied, lips brushing against his with your words. He smiled at your words.
“Ride me.” Two simple words, dripping in utter authority and wrapped in that low, rumbling tone that his voice fell into as he was turned on and eager. And yet they almost drove you mad with lust.
You reached down to wrap your fingers around his thick cock, feeling it press against your dripping entrance before you began to sink down, letting your head fall against his shoulder as he filled you, sinking down steadily until you could take all of him in you. The moan that he let out upon feeling your hot walls stretch around him only made hips twitch in arousal and you set your hands upon his firm shoulders, using them to support you as you lifted yourself up and fell back onto him, gasping at just how full he made you feel. You could feel how your chest heaved with each breath and you let Thranduil’s hands on your hips support you as you threw your head back, setting up a firmer pace, letting yourself fall harder onto him with each thrust and moaning each time you could feel him hitting depths of you that you had never been able to reach in the times that you had imagined doing this very thing with him.
You released a drawn-out whine when you looked back to him, only to find that his eyes were fixed to where your bodies met, watching each time he sank into you, making his grip on your hips tighten and you didn’t fail to note how his hips began to twitch up with each of your downward thrusts. The sound caught his attention and his eyes fell upon your pleasured expression, then falling to your breasts. He leaned in to take on in your mouth, making your pace falter for a moment before he adjusted your grip on you and began to harshly thrust up into you.
“Touch yourself.” He spoke and you immediately obeyed, fingers beginning to dance over your clit. He held you firmly and began thrusting up into you, causing you to stutter as you cried out his title, fingers of your other hand tugging at his white hair.
“I’m gonna… my Lord, please, please let me come for you.” You whimpered and his eyes fixed on yours, full of a dark warning.
“Do not dare disobey me. You have been so good, sweet and pliant for me thus far-”
“Thranduil, don’t fucking praise me like that if you’re telling me to not come, it won’t work out.” You whined out in frustration, his words only resting heavily on the aching muscles between your thighs. He grabbed you by the neck and you could have cursed him, both of your hands now tangling in his hair, he had a large smile on his face and looked utterly satisfied.
He said that he would strip you of all formality and eloquence and it seemed that all he needed to do so was edge you and shower you in honeyed words. His thrusts became erratic and you felt utterly blissed, crying out his name as his fingers wrapped so easily around your neck.
And just as you were about to fall over that edge again, he pulled you flush to his body and stopped his movements, truly making you sob this time, tears welling in your eyes as you fought against his arm around your waist that kept you from moving.
“Sit still on my cock, be good for me.” His voice shuddered as he came in you, feeling his hot seed in your pussy, making you whine against his neck, one hand tangling in his hair, only making him moan louder, body twitching slightly under you. His hands ran up and down your back, soothing you, going down to massage your trembling thighs, feeling how you quivered against his lean body. “That’s it…” He cooed in your ear as his touches brought you back down from the edge of your high. With a finger beneath your chin, he coaxed you to tilt your head up and he pressed a tender kiss to your lips, tasting the salt of the tears which had landed at the corner of your mouth. He eased you off his cock and held you close in his arms.
“I will send you back to your quarters.” He spoke quietly against your hair, “Should you wish to meet me here again next week, I would advise you to not touch yourself.” His fingers gently ran through your tresses, “And I promise that you will be greatly rewarded for your obedience and for taking your punishment so, so well.” You opened your eyes to look at him, finding a tenderness that you had not expected. You did not know if it was the beginning of a strictly sexual relationship or perhaps the blossoming fruits of an infatuation that had led to this liaison but whatever it was, you wanted to make sure that this would not be the last time you saw it.
“Yes, my Lord.” He pressed another kiss to your lips.
“Call me by my name in these moments, little one.” He spoke and it made you smile as you eased yourself from his lap.
“I look forward to our next meeting, Thranduil.” He seemed to enjoy hearing his name from your mouth.
“As will I, Y/n.” And so did you.