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Let go for us

Summary: Haldir asked Thranduil to join him in a night with his wife.

This drabble was made in request of @anon3478

Word count: 3316

Warnings: smut, pure smut, praise kink, rough, threesome, aftercare, hard dom Haldir, softer dom Thranduil Minors DNI

When I came back to our room for the night, I was surprised to see the elven king himself be sitting on an armchair. He was lounging comfortably, a goblet of wine in his hand. I stopped dead in my tracks, completely forgetting what I was supposed to do. “Aren’t you expected to bow to your king?” Thranduil asked, a cocky smile on his lips. Immediately I bowed my head, not daring to say a word.

“Good girl.” He coed, watching me thoroughly. I kept my head low to hide my blush, finally able to find my voice again. “Excuse the question, my king, but what exactly are you doing in the quarters of my husband and me?” Thranduil wasn’t the one answering. I felt Haldir step behind me, stroking my arms. “I talked to him.”

“About what?” I asked, afraid of the answer.

“About him joining us, meleth.”

I froze in shock. Eyes wide, trained on Thranduil, like a prey being trapped by its predator, while Haldir kept on talking: “I offered him to stay for the night, if you want. It is your choice to make, my little star. If you want him gone, he will go, no further interactions, no talk, nothing. But if you want him to stay, you have to decide, whether he is going to just watch, or participate. What do you want?” I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying, far too caught up in those pale blue eyes of my king. He was watching me with the same stoic but deep eyes he always used, when he tried to read his opponent.

“What is your decision, meleth?” Haldir asked again, kissing down my neck, hooking his fingers under the straps of my dress. My body was feeling hot and I swore I could catch fire any second. I should deny it. I should stop the fire and ban my mind from wandering the filthy path of those two men. But I couldn’t. I wanted them. Both. Rough and dominant. Now. “I want…” I whispered, voice breaking at the end. “I want him to stay.” Without any further question, Haldir ripped my dress from my body. Splitting it down the middle with pure force.

I shrieked at the sudden demonstration of his strength, but the fear struck something deep in my body, I didn’t know existed. The dress, now bunched around my ankles, leaving me bare chested and just in my panties for the king to see. He cleared his throat, putting down the goblet, letting his eyes wander over my body. Taking in any curve. Everything. Haldirs lips were again crushing on my skin, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses on my shoulders and neck. “Go on, meleth. Do you want him to just watch, or be part of it?”

“He… I want him to participate…” My voice was hoarse and shaky, but I managed to get the words out. A slight push from Haldir made me take a few steps towards Thranduil. “Then show him, what a good little girl you can be. Serve your king.”

Stopping right in front of Thranduil I looked at him, slightly scared but quivering in anticipation of what was about to happen. He rose from his seat, carefully taking my chin in his hand, tilting my head up. “Such a beautiful, little leaf.” Taking his time, he let his hands wander over my body, always checking in, if I gave him my consent. But who was I to deny such delicate touches? I felt so good, being caressed by him. His hands were ghosting over my skin, mapping out the curves, dents and scars of my body. “I wonder what your body would feel like on mine.” He murmured as he sank to his knees. “Would you let me have you?” He asked looking up with the most lustful eyes I have ever seen.

“Yes, my king.” I said softly, not able to resist the urge to feel him. Before I could react, he had me already picked up and thrown onto the bed. Both men were now standing at the end, watching me. Two giants towering over their little treasure. Slowly they ridded themselves from their clothes leaving them bare to my sight. And what a sight it was to behold. Their eyes darkening with lust, muscles twitching in tension of the situation, chest rising and falling in rigid breaths. Haldir stepped to the side, leaving Thranduil the precedence. A silent understanding hanging in the room, Haldir settled next to me, while Thranduil crawled over my frame with the grace only the king himself could muster.

“Look at her, mellon.” He groaned. “Already so desperate and we haven’t even started.” Looking back to me, he rasped: “How do you think you could handle us both, when you are this worn out without one of us touching you?” I whimpered at his words unable to give an answer. “You like this, don’t you? Being at our mercy?” Thranduil keened, slowly kissing down my body. Eyes not leaving mine.

Slowly he ridded me of my panty, throwing it playfully at Haldir, as if to say ‘I will claim your wife as mine’. A low growl ripped through the chest of my husband, making me squirm at the sound. I had always craved his possessiveness, and the fact he would stand up to the king himself, made me grow wetter with every passing second. The men were staring each other down, when Thranduil sank his mouth between my legs.

A sinful moan pushed past my lips, making Thranduil hum in pleasure. His lips were soft, yet persistent on my clit. Kissing, sucking, licking the bundle of nerves with experienced movements. One finger found his way between my folds and I unintentionally clenched down. Thranduil let out a silent fuck, eliciting a chuckle from my husband. “Just imagine what she would feel around your cock, mellon.”

Thranduil groaned at his words, closing his eyes. The vibration of his moan sent shivers down my spine, sparking the fire in my body. His slow and delicate touches were riling my up the wall. I wanted more. Wanted him to take me, go rough with me, but he took his time. I let out a strangled cry: “More. I need more.”

Haldir took my throat in his hand, turning my head. “You will take what we give you, understood?” I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut. “Good girl.” He whispered into my ear, sneaking his other hand down to play with my nipples.

Between my legs, Thranduil picked up the pace, letting a second finger sinking into my core, now sucking on my clit harder. An ungodly sound left my lips, as I felt my pussy clench around his digits. The knot in my stomach tightened and I could feel my body growing hotter. Haldir shuffled me between his legs, playing with my breasts, while watching the other man work my pussy. The feeling was overwhelming. The heat from Haldirs body, the powerful eyes from Thranduil staring me down. I felt tiny and helpless, but devoured and protected at the same.

Haldir biting down on my shoulder had me crying out in pain, but I didn’t care. I was blinded by the sheer lust that washed over me, the moment the pain subsided. “Go on, little star. Cum for your king. Make a mess on his fingers. Show him what a good girl you are.” My husband whispered in my ear. And I did. Letting the orgasm roll over my body, I let my head lull back in satisfaction. The power of my release made me twitch and quiver under their touch. I cried out for both men, when the coil snapped and was rewarded with growls of need and desire.

I was pulled down the bed a bit, now laying flat between the legs of my husband. Thranduil kneeled himself between my legs. His erect member standing hard and leaking with precum. I spread my legs wider, desperate for him to fill me up. “Please, my king. I need you. Need you to take me.” I whined, clenching around nothing. With a last look to get my husband to approve, Thranduil slowly sank into me. Careful not to hurt me, he eased inch by inch into my drenched core. But I needed more. Hooking my legs around his waisted, I pulled him in, forcing him to bottom me out in one hard move.

Thranduil braced himself on the bed with both arms, not expecting me to be this desperate, but he caught his demeanor very quick. “This is how you want it?” He asked at my ear, sucking on my earlobe. “I planned on going easy on you, little petal. Preparing you for your Commander to fuck you senseless. But since you are so desperate you better take it, darling.”

Pulling out, until only his tip was buried inside me, he snapped his hips back. The moan leaving my mouth was beyond filthy, not to say it was pure sin. Haldirs hand wrapped around my mouth and nose, denying me any air. “Ruin her.” Was the only thing he growled. And Thranduil did. He started rutting into me with such a force, I was soon shoved against the thighs of my husband. I tapped his arm, to get some air, but he wasn’t having it. Keeping me in his tight grip, while the other man fucked me without mercy. I could feel the edges of my vision starting to get blurry. Panicking I squirmed under Thranduil, tried to wriggle out of there, but they held me in place with bruising grips. When I thought, I was about to pass out, Haldir took his hand away and I sucked in the air in desperate sharp breaths.

The sudden overflow of oxygen, send a tingly feeling through my whole body. The tightening feeling in my body came stronger and harder than I ever imagined it to be. My walls were pulsating around Thranduil, luring him to fall into the abyss. He groaned at the feeling. “Fuck. She feels so good. Such a beautiful, tight, little pussy.” He hissed. “Do it again. I want to feel her fight for air, mellon.” He ordered Haldir, who was happy to comply. This time he had his hand around my neck and two fingers down my throat.

I gagged when he pushed them down, clamping down on Thranduil. The fire in my body was too hot to handle. The way I was fucked by Thranduil, while Haldir thrusted his fingers down my throat and suffocating me with his hand around my neck, had me in heaven. Tears ran down my cheeks, mixing with saliva dripping from my lips. I squeezed my eyes shut, purely concentrating on the pleasure they were bringing me. I was theirs and they knew it.

With every thrust, Thranduil managed to hit my sweet spot, violently dragging me to the edge of my orgasm, waiting for the last push to send me flying. My moans were muffled between gasps for air and Haldirs finger stretching my throat. The knot in my stomach tightened to a point I was sure to fall apart as soon as I came. “She is close.” Thranduil keened, bringing Haldir to grin devilishly. Looking down at me he said: “Don’t you dare cum, understand? You will let your pussy be filled by your king, like the slut you are.”

I cried out at his words, arching my back as a sign of revolution, but Thranduil pushed me back down, while Haldirs grip around my neck grew stronger. His fingers were pushed down my throat to the max. “You are not allowed to cum. Take it. You are ours to use, ours to play with. So be a good girl and behave and maybe then, we will make you cum again.” His voice was strained. A sharp snarl in the air.

I clenched down on Thranduils cock, forcing back the pleasure I was feeling. I was a mess. Tears springing from my eyes, saliva running down my cheeks, my slick being spread all over my pussy, my thighs running down and making a mess on the bed. Luckily, I could feel Thranduil was close. His thrusts became unsteady, the breathing changed into panting, cock twitching inside me. With an animalistic roar he came, thick robes of hot seed pulsating into me. He stayed deep inside of me for a few seconds, before he pulled out. Haldir let go of me too, allowing me a long awaited breath of air.

My pussy was visibly convulsing around nothing, leading to the seed being pushed out and running down my hole. A sharp slap to my clit, from Haldir made me buck my hips and cry out. “Keep it in!” He commanded. Switching sides with Thranduil, who let himself sink against the headboard. His order and the way he slapped me had me whimpering for more. “You like that, you little whore?” Haldir grinned, another slap hitting my bundle of nerves, eliciting a loud moan. His hits weren’t strong, but the slight sting made me feel heavenly. “Oh, you do.  How about I slap you to your orgasm?” He coed. I closed my thighs, fearing he would really do it. “Hold her legs open!” He growled and Thranduil leaned forward, yanking my thighs apart.

Haldir was staring me down.

“What did I tell you?” Slap.

“You are ours to use.” Slap.

“Have I allowed you to close your legs?” Slap.

“No!” I screamed, writhing under his touches. The way he stimulated my clit was too much. “Please, Commander. Let me cum, its too much. I cant take it.”

“You will take it!” He growled. This slap hat me bucking my hips. Walls clenching around nothing. My body was burning and aching in pleasurable pain. “Please, Commander! I need to cum. I cant…” I whined, shifting in the small space between the two men. The fiery tension in my body was close to explode, burning me whole. Haldir had a wicked grin on his lips, shifting his body on his knees. Then he pressed his thumb down on my bundle of nerves, circling it.

And that was it. The coil snapped a second time this night, carrying me over the edge into the abyss of sin. I arched my back, with Haldirs name hanging on my lips. The orgasm washing through my body came hard and fast, making me a quivering mess. But Haldir didn’t stop. He kept on playing with my clit. Overstimulating me. “Please.” I cried out. “Stop. I cant. Its too much.”

He didn’t. With a forceful thrust he shoved his cock into my core. “You brought this onto yourself for. The only thing saving you right now is your safe word.” He growled, setting a harder pace than Thranduil. I whimpered at the pure overstimulation my body had to endure, but it was so good. Haldir knew what I was able to take and he would make sure to push me to the borders of manageable. I have never seen him this riled up, but I promised myself if it only took a second man, laying a hand on me, fucking me, I would gladly let it happen any time.

“God. You are so good for us.” He groaned. “Such a sweet, little, obedient girl. Always eager to please, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Commander.” I mewled. I could feel another orgasm approaching fast. Him fucking me through my second one, never let me come down fully. Behind me I felt Thranduil skidding closer, bracing my body against his. He was the exact opposite to my husband. Stroking my body with soft touches, whispering sweet nothings into my ear: “You are doing so well, little petal. Look at him. Look at what you do to him. That’s all you.” The cliff between total softness and totally being ruined had my head swimming. I let my head fall against Thranduils shoulder, letting him kiss my neck, sucking his marks onto my skin, while his hands played with my breasts. Massaging them, toying with my erect nipples.

Again I had tears running down my cheeks, but this time in pure bliss. Haldir stroked my face. “You look so beautiful right now. So, so beautiful.” His voice was shaky, but the love in his eyes had me locked up. Instinctively my hand flew to his shoulders, holding on, legs hooked around his waist.

“Do you think you can give me another one?” He asked and I could feel his member twitch inside me. He was close, only holding back for me.

“Yes.” I cried out. Letting the waves of pleasure flood my brain. My eyes rolled back into my head, when a hand slipped between our bodies, softly stroking my clit. Steadily pushing me towards the abyss.

“Go on, meleth. Let go for us. One last time.” Haldir whispered in my ear. And I did. I was to worn out to react as heavily as I did before. Lips hanging open, eyes squeezed shut and muscles simply collapsing. My aching core was, trembling around Haldirs cock, sucking him in and pushing him over the edge too. An animalistic growl on his lips, he purred into me, barely catching himself, before he buried me underneath him.

There I was, caged between two strong elven men. I let myself fall against Thranduil, wrapping Haldir in my arms, not letting go of him. That’s when my high crashed. Suddenly I felt cold and panicked. In the matter of seconds, the men reacted. Thranduil shifted my body from him, jumping out of bed and running towards the bath, while Haldir took me in his arms, pressing me down on the mattress.

“Shh its alright. I am here, meleth. You did so well. I am here. You are safe.” Again and again he repeated the words, only shifting our bodies, for Thranduil to clean me up. “I think she needs a hot bath, mellon.” The king whispered, unsure if a louder voice would agitate me more. Haldir nodded and soon Thranduil had his robe thrown over his body, calling for a servant. Then he sat down on the bed next to us, staring every elf down that was looking at us. I was covered by Haldir and the blanket, but I felt displayed and vulnerable.

 Thranduil got up from the bed, blocking the bedroom door, caging in the three servants. “If I ever hear something leaving this room, I will have all of you thrown into my cells and letting there to rot, have I made myself clear?” I couldn’t hear anything, but I expected Thranduil to look rather frightening. Silently the servants left. Haldir picked me up and carried me into the bathroom, setting me down in the tub. When he took a step back, I reached for his arm.

“Don’t go.” Holding out a second hand for Thranduil. “Please join me. Both of you.” Throwing each other a look, they smiled at me. Thranduil let his robe slide to the floor and was the first to settle next to me. Luckily the tub was embedded in the ground and therefore big enough for all three of us. I snuggled between the two men, finally able to relax.

“Thank you for today, meleth.” Haldir murmured against my hair. “You did so well. I am proud of you.” Thranduil hummed in agreement. “Yes, little petal. You were wonderful. I have never felt this good with another woman.” His words had me giggle in embarrassment. “You are just saying that to make me feel good.”

“I am doing no such thing.” He seemed offended. I let my head sink on his shoulder. “Then I will happily take that compliment.” Looking down on the water I whispered more to myself, than to them: “Hopefully there will be a next time…”

[sachiko6243]

Tell me, my little starlight

Just imagine this man staring you down with that determination... I couldn't. He would have me folded on the ground in seconds. (sorry for my babbling)

Summary: Haldir comes home to his wife wearing something to get him riled up.

This post was made in favor for @justpostsyeet

They also had the idea of Haldir coming home to see his wife in this certain dress. (they because I didn't ask for their pronouns, because I am stupid. I opted for writing a female reader since I am a woman and the request didnt specify the gender. Also I am not good at doing M/M, forgive me. I might some day be able to do it, but now my style is somewhat limited to F/M.)

Word count: 2549

Warnings: Pure smut, not much plot, praising kink, riled up and rough Haldir, aftercare, minors DNI

It was a warm day. The evening just rolling around, sun starting to set in beautiful orange and red colors, when I decided to wear the dress, I had a tailor make. Keeping it a secret from my ever so observant husband was difficult, not to say nearly impossible. But I managed. I had the tailer hold on to it for a while, waiting for my husband to go on patrol again.

Now it was time to bring it out. It was made out of emerald green satin, Haldirs favorite color, since it reminded him of the rich color of the Lórien forest. The dress was floor length, without any straps, accentuating my breasts. A high cut reached to the top third of my left thigh. I knew the moment I made the sketch, that I would never be able to wear it in public, since it was nothing within the range of elven fashion, but it reminded me of a dress I once was gifted by an old friend of my past.

Walking around the Talan, Haldir and I shared, tidying up some books, preparing something to eat. I knew he would come home hungry, even though he always insisted it wasn’t that bad and that he could wait for the official dinner. Shaking my head, I let out a light giggle.

“What is amusing you, meleth?” Haldirs voice ripped me out of my thought. He was home. Finally.

I swirled around running towards him and jumping in his arms. “Herven!” I squealed, when he twirled us around, neck cuddled in my hair. He started to cover me in kisses, smothering my face, my neck, my half covered chest, before he stopped and held me at arm’s length to take a proper look at me. His eyes turning darker, the longer he looked. “Tell me you haven’t worn that the whole day for everyone to see!” I tilted my head. “And what if I did?” I teased. Of course, I didn’t, but making him think otherwise was just to pleasing to not do it. He let out a low growl. “You are mine! No one gets to see you like that!” His possessiveness was radiating off of him in thick, strong waves, washing a hot desire through my body. Pulling me back into his arms, he picked me up walking towards the bedroom.

“Haldir stop!” I exclaimed. “You are sweaty, dirty, and somehow stink of swamp. Get a bath before you get all of that filth into the bed!” Without a second thought he turned around heading towards the bathroom. I already set out a bath for him, knowing he would come home looking like a stray. “The only filthy thing in here is you.” He growled, setting me down on the chair next to the tub. “Making me take a bath, while looking like that.”

Laughing I leaned back in the chair, spreading my legs for him to see, I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “What a shame, isn’t it?” I moaned, watching him fighting his desire to fuck me right then and there. In no time he was riding himself from his clothes, carelessly throwing them on to the ground. He sank into the tub, facing me. The moment he was fully submerged he let out a low groan, visibly relaxing in the hot water.

When he opened his eyes, they were nearly black, from lust. “Touch yourself!” He demanded; voice hoarse.

“What?” I asked, unsure if I heard correct.

“Touch. Your. Self.” He repeated, heavily pronouncing every syllable. “If you decided to look that fucking tempting, you might as well give me a show.” Smirking he leaned back, waiting for me to start.

“I…” My voice broke under his look. Fuck. I planned to rile him up, to at least get some sort of control, but there he was, sitting in the tub, like nothing happened. The amount of power this man held, was unthinkable. “Don’t you dare get all shy on me now.” He purred. “I know you touch yourself, when I am not home. Show me how you do it. Show me how you cum, just by the thought of me.”

I blushed at his words. Slowly letting my trembling fingers wander down my body. “Good girl.” He coed. “Spread those legs.”

Uncertain of what to expect and do, I started to gently sink a finger into my hole, collecting my wetness and spreading it all over my pearl. “Tell me, my little starlight. How often do you touch yourself, when I am gone?” His low voice sending shivers down my spine and I could feel myself getting wetter by the second. His eyes trapping me in.

“Everyday.” I answered truthfully, starting to rub circles around my clit.

“And what are you thinking about, when you do?” He pressed on.

“You.” I whispered, feeling the tension rising in my body.

“Uh… uh… Describe it. I want you to tell me every little detail. And then when you are finished, I will act out everything you just said.” He murmured, voice low, eyes trained on my body. Then he snapped out of his hazy state, starting to clean himself, smirking at me biting my lip.

The whole situation was so new, so filthy I felt like I was sinning. But it felt way to good, to stop now. I wanted to cum for him, show him, how good he could make me feel without laying one single finger on me. “I think about the way you fuck me. How you are pressing me down into the sheet, taking me like I belong to you.” I bit my lip to suppress a moan.

“How am I taking you? Details, meleth.” He corrected me.

“From behind. Pressing my face in the cushions, one leg hiked up. You are going hard, kissing me, biting me.” I cried out, slowly falling for the fire in my body. Letting it spread. He hummed at my words. “What are you feeling, when I do that to you?”

“I…” A moan interrupted my speech and I had to hang my legs over the armrests to keep them from closing. “I feel good. Owned, desired, wanted.”

“Hmmm… What a good little girl you are for me.” He had his eyes closed, listening to the soft whimpers, slipping over my lips, the filthy wet sounds from my pussy. I was getting close, clenching around nothing, hissing in desperation.

“Stop!” He commanded and I froze.

“Please, Haldir. I am close. I need to cum, please!” I begged, twitching on my chair.

“No.” He smirked. “I am the only one making you cum. And since you wanted to torture me with that dress, you don’t get to cum, unless I allow you to. Show me what a good, obedient girl you can be and wait.”

“But…”

He interrupted me: “No buts. You listen to me, understood?” He ordered. Eyes squinted and waiting for my answer. Everything in me screamed to obey him, but today wasn’t that day to please him. Today was my day. “And what if I don’t?” I asked, innocently. Putting the hand back, on my core, playing with my folds. Showing off how wet I was for him.

“I warn you, bereth. There will be consequences, if you don’t.” He growled, but not making any attempt to physically stop me. I kept on pleasuring myself, while simultaneously opening my dress and bunching it around my middle. Now I was completely bare in front of him. Pussy dripping, nipples perky and wanting to be touched. “What consequences?” I breathed, letting my free hand roam around my breast, squeezing them like he did.

“Ten hits. Each side.” He whispered; his voice strained.

“Oh yes please!” I moaned, circling my clit faster, to push me over the edge of my orgasm. My breathing went rigid, legs trembling and my core convulsing around nothing. I felt my arousal run down my hole, making a mess over my fingers and on the dress. But I didn’t care. Chasing my orgasm like an alcoholic chased for the next bar.

“Meleth!” Haldir growled, but it was already to late. I came fast and hard. Head lulling back in satisfaction, legs shaking and my whole body trembling.

“Okay. That’s it.” With strong movements he got out of the tub, pulling me into a stand. Then he ripped the dress from my body, nearly ruining it. He took a seat in the chair I came in seconds ago, bending me over his lap. His erection was pressing hard and hot against my side and I let a hand wander towards it. He yanked my arms forward. “You don’t get to touch me.” He was angry. I could hear it, but it was making me squirm in anticipation. Pressing me down with one arm he said: “Count!”

A sharp pain shot through my body. “One.”

The next hit made me jolt forward. “Two.”

By the seventh hit, I felt the tears stream down my face. My ass was burning, my core aching for his touch. The tenth hit had me squirming underneath him. Soothingly he rubbed my ass cheeks. “You are doing so good for me. Why is it, that I always need to put up a harsher tone for you to listen?” I whimpered, when his fingers ran through my folds, smearing the slick over my behind. “So wet for me.” He murmured, more to himself than to me. “Sometimes I wonder, what I did, in order to deserve such a beautiful yet filthy wife. Always eager to please me, are you not?”

“Yes, Commander.” I whined, pushing my body backwards to get more of his fingers, but he pulled back. “No, no, no. I am not finished with you yet, remember? I said ten on each side. We are only half way through.”

The next slap, had me cry out in pain. “Eleven!” He had no mercy with me. Of course, he was not using his full elven strength on me, but it was surely enough to bruise my skin. I wouldn’t be able to walk or sit properly for the next few days, but who cares? It felt way to good, to call in my safe word now.

When he was finished, he let his hand rest on my backside. The heat from his fingers burning on the tortured skin. Suddenly he yanked me from his lap, throwing me over his shoulder. Without any care in the world, he tossed me on the bed, quickly following behind. Manhandling me onto my stomach. “Hands over your head!” He ordered and I followed blindly. His big hand taking both of my wrists in his, the other hand hiking up my right leg. Teasingly he let his cock run through my wetness, spreading it more. Only sinking in with the tip, before he pulled out again, leaving me wanting for more.

“Please, Haldir. I need more.” I whimpered, raising my hips to get more of him. “Beg!” He growled.

“Please. I need you, herven. Please let me have you. Fill me up. I want you to take me, please.” I begged, eliciting low moans from him. And then he thrusted into me, with one hard push, bottoming out. It had me screaming in surprise and satisfaction. I wasn’t used to his size anymore, but he didn’t give me any time to adjust, pounding into me. My cries of pain, were soon suffocated by moans of pleasure. I felt whole again, having him, towering over my smaller frame, using me to his will, while groaning at me twitching pussy.

“Fuck, meleth.” He hissed. “I missed that tight little pussy of yours. The way you take me, clenching around my cock like a sweet vixen.”

“I missed you too.” Was what I wanted to say, but all I got out where some incomprehensible moans. But somehow Haldir seemed to pick on to what I was saying, because I felt his lips kissing my neck. “I know, little starlight. I know.” His voice was strained, barely sounding human, making me twitch. He grinned at my skin. “You are perfect for me. My perfect, little wife. Mine to please. Mine to protect. All mine.”

The words he said, made my body call out for him. The knot in my stomach tightening. My release was rushing towards me like a hawk dropped for its prey. “Haldir!” I whined. “I am close. Let me cum. Please.”

“You want to cum around my cock? Make a mess on me?” He asked, lips directly next to my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“Yes!” I mewled.

“Have you been a good girl?” He inquired. “Do you think you deserve to cum, after all you did to me today?”

“Please, I am sorry.” I apologized.

“Yeah, you should be. What do you think you, wearing that beautiful dress of yours, when I come home from patrol, did to me? The way you tried to take away control, like a brat? Do you believe that’s what good girls do?” He murmured. Teasing me, but never slowing down. I shook my head, biting back the orgasm approaching me.

“No, it is not. It is something bad girls do.” He agreed. My orgasm was so close, that I could help myself but, scream his name. “Haldir, please. I need…” But I wasn’t able to finish. “Cum!” He ordered, pressing my face in the cushions, to cease my cry. My body was violently shaking, trembling under him. He never once slowed down, thrusting into me in search for his own release. The brutal way he set, way my sore pussy twitching around him and my desperate attempt to wriggle out of his hold, made him cum.

I could feel the thick ropes of cum, oozing into me. He slowed his movements, once again kissing my skin. “You did so well, so, so good for me. Thank you, meleth.” He whispered, letting go of my arms and pulling out. Then he turned us around, tucking me under his chin. His long fingers stroking my skin, easing the soreness away, that started to spread. “I love you. So much, you hear me?”

I nodded, not in a position to say anything. “You are safe with me. I will always protect you.” He went on whispering sweet nothings into my ear. I could feel his seeds starting to drip out of my core, involuntary moving to get the sticky feeling to stop. He picked on to my unease, rolling me onto my back. “Lets get you cleaned up, shall we?” With that he got up from the bed, trotting towards the bathroom, returning minutes later with a wet cloth.

I hissed at the cold feeling, but I let him clean the slick and cum from my legs, my butt and finally my core. His touches were careful and loving, sending me into a sleepy state. Then he was gone again. I felt the bed dip under his weight moments later, instinctively cuddling to his side. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a warm embrace, covering us with the blanket. “Sleep, my starlight. I will wake you when its time for dinner.” Was the last thing I could make out, before I drifted in a deep slumber.

How I imagine Haldir would look at his loved one. No big facial expression, just this mans eyes... :)

[sachiko6243]

Opening up the marriage

Word count: 6044

Summary:

A little surprise at Aragons wedding turns into something spicy, as Haldir takes the lead on aidding to the readers hidden wishes.

This is part of a fanfiction I write on Wattpad. Its called "the prophecy of the elven warrior" A fanfiction dealing with Visha the main character drawn between the Commander of the marchwardens and the prince of Mirkwood. Feel free to check it out, as I am almost finished with updating it. 😉🥰

18+ Minors DNI

This contains content of BDSM, a threesome and lots of filthy smut

Translations:

gwanûr = brother

gîl nin = my star

malen = yellow

caran = red

ithil = moon

“You know, that Legolas is watching you since the beginning of this dinner?” Haldir asked, directly at my ear, to avoid the other elves to hear our conversation. I didn’t turn my head towards him and just nodded: “Do you wish me to talk to him?”

Haldir shook his head. “No. I know, that you already told him, to not take any further actions, that might ruin your friendship. But I can also see, how much you desire each other.”

“That’s not true!” I turned around a frown on my face. “I only love you, herven. There is no other man than you.”

He smiled at my words. “I never doubted that, my starlight.”

“Then why are you saying such horrendous things?”

“Because I have eyes.” He simply answered pulling me into a tight hug. “I love you and I would never restrict your decisions.”

I tried to look at him, but he kept me to his chest. “Be assured, that I would never act on a simple attraction.”

Now he let go of me, bowing his head once more, a cocky smile on his lips. “I know. But I would.” My face fell white, not sure how to take his words. Did he admit, he had another woman whilst we were married? “Did you…?” I couldn’t bring myself to form the words, fearing if I were to say it, it would turn to reality. Haldir caught on, what I was thinking and was holding back a laughter. “Bereth. Why is it, that this beautiful head of yours sometimes tends to think the worst? Not once in the 60 years of our marriage was I unfaithful.”

I let out a long breath. “Thank God.” Trying to hide my embarrassment, of assuming Haldir would to such things, I took a sip of my wine. He stroked my face. “I simply wanted to tell you, that I have taken action of asking Legolas to join us tonight.”

I nearly choked on the wine. “You what?” My voice was hoarse, jumping into a higher octave, alerting some other elves around us. Lindir, the servant of Lord Elrond approached us, bowing his head. “Is everything alright, my lady?”

Not wanting the situation to become a spectacle I nodded. “Yes, Lindir. Everything is fine. I was just surprised, that’s all.” I put a hand on his shoulder. “Your concern is appreciated, but not needed.”

With a light nod, Lindir bowed and retracted to the edge of the platform. I grabbed Haldir by the arm and pulled out of the room. When I was sure, we were outside of the hearing range, I turned to face him. “Why on earth would you do such a thing?”

“Because you wish for it to happen.” He simply stated not showing any regret on his face. I looked behind him and saw several eyes watching the conversation between me and my husband. “Are they able to hear us?” I asked and Haldir shook his head. I let out a low groan. “I don’t desire Legolas the way you think. You are enough for me. And I am sorry, if I ever made you think any different.”

“You believe, I am purely doing it for you.” He concluded from my reaction.

“Of course, I do! What else am I supposed to expect?” I threw my hands in the air, forgetting I was holding a goblet of wine, nearly spilling it. A large group was now watching us from the higher platform, where the dinner was hosted, but I didn’t care. I put down the goblet and started to walk in circles around the water fountain in the middle of the balcony type of thing Haldir and I fled to.

“I am sorry, for not being as precise as possible in my explanation.” Haldir started. “But I am not solely doing it for you. Don’t take that wrong, but I was thinking about bringing in another person for a long time. And the fact, that you and Legolas share some kind of physical attraction just suited my decision.”

I stopped dead in my tracks. Not knowing what to respond to that, I just stared at him, like a deer would stare at its predator. Slowly he approached me taking my face in his hands. “You don’t have to consent to my request. It was nothing more than a thought, that I let myself take actions on.” Putting my hands over his I smiled at him. “Okay.”

“What?” He clearly was caught off guard by my agreement.

“I said it is okay. Now you made me curious and I want to try it. I trust your love and your decision to not let it ruin our marriage.” I gave his hand a small kiss. “And now tell me, nin herven. What did the poor Legolas answer to your offer?”

Haldir began to smile at the thought it. “I think I frightened him to death. We were training alone late at night and I had him pinned to the floor, when I asked him. I believe he thought I would murder him, for desiring my wife, so him getting offered a night with you, caught him off guard.”

I shook my head. “You had to scare him, didn’t you?” Haldir just grinned a boyish smile. “If I am not mistaken, I am still your husband. The man who promised to protect and love you for eternity. So, excuse my attempt to do so, by simply taking the lead.”

“And you think making Legolas believe he is about to die is achieving that? I am sure the poor ellon will never talk to me again.” I scolded him.

“He consented.”

“What?”

“Legolas consented.” He repeated. I let go of Haldir, not sure if I was to smile or to run off. “He is currently waiting for your approval. So, when you are ready, just ask him.”

“That was unexpectedly simple.” I said, rubbing my face. Taking my goblet, I started to walk back. Haldir at my heels. “Where are you going?”

Pretending it was a mistake, I let my fingers wander over his crotch, forcing a hitched breath out of Haldir. “If I am not mistaken, we have a dinner to attend to. And besides that, I am not drunk enough to have the courage to talk to Legolas.”

A few glasses of wine later, I found myself to be a little tipsy. Glad that I finally grew accustom to the strength of elven wine I was now able to drink it pure and not dilute it with water. A newly grown confidence in my chest, I walked over to Legolas, who was conversing with Lord Elrond. Both were watching Aragon and Arwen dance in the middle of the garden surrounded by other elven pairs.

“You are a great father.” I stated drawing their attention towards me. Lord Elrond tilted his head, looking at me with meaningful eyes. “What do you mean by that, my lady?” I pointed towards the newlywed couple with my head. “Letting your daughter marry the man she loves, becoming a mortal woman. Even if that means you will inevitably lose her. Not many fathers would do such a thing. Especially including the fact, you are born royal.”

“Every father would accommodate the wishes of his daughter.” Lord Elrond contradicted, which led to a half-hearted smile on my side. “My father did not. He married my older sister off to strengthen the diplomatic bond to one of our associates. She was 16 he was 20 when they married. My sister, Inerys, she wrote several letters explaining how he would hit her, and force himself on her, but my father never budged one bit.”

Legolas and Elrond looked at me with wide eyes, as I continued my story.

“One day Inerys had enough. She killed herself and her two sons at the age of 20. Writing a last letter directly to me, telling me, what he did to her and why she ended her misery. A few months later we received a request that this man wanted to marry me as soon as I would be old enough. I was scared to death, the same would happen to me, as I was only 10 years old at that time. So, I showed my mother the last letter I received from my sister. My mother had a big fight with my father that night, saying she would rather run away with me, than give me into the hands of that monster.

I don’t exactly recall, what she did to change the mind of my father, but somehow, she managed to do it. Weeks later we found ourself at war with the nilfgaardian kingdom. Our castle was under siege for days, before they managed to breach the walls and burning it to the ground. My parents were killed that day and I was saved by a man I would gladly call my father, since he did a much better job than my real father. He kept me hidden for years, training me so I would be able to survive and fight. I believe Lady Galadriel told my story to the royal elves?”

Lord Elrond nodded. A sad look in his eyes. “I didn’t know about that part of your live. She didn’t mention it.”

I smiled at him briefly. “That’s because I didn’t tell her. Only Haldir knows. And I would appreciate if it would stay between the four of us. This part of my life lays in the past and must not be evoked anymore.”

“Of course, my lady.” With that Lord Elrond bowed his head leaving me and Legolas by ourself.

I took a large sip of my wine, emptying the goblet and putting it on the table next to me. “I think you owe me a dance, my prince.” Legolas smiled at me holding out his hand. “As you wish, my lady.” I took his hand letting him lead me to the dance floor. I looked around finding Haldirs watchful eyes on my body. I winked at him, signaling what my attempt was and fetched myself a low smile from him.

Letting Legolas turn us around I waited until we were at a rather unfilled part of the dance floor. “I heard; you had a talk with my husband.” I said not looking into his eyes. But based on the fact, that his fingers were twitching at my hip and grasping my hand tighter, I figured he knew very well, what I meant. He didn’t answer so I decided to push forward.

“I consent to do it.” I simply stated, now watching his face extensively.

His façade fell a split second showing both fear and desire. “You must not pressure yourself, Visha. I am not in a position to claim such thing.”

“You are claiming nothing, Legolas. You have been offered.” I said, ending the dance an pulling him behind towards the exit, calling Haldir on plan with a slight nod.

We got some weird looks from some of the elves, but as soon as Haldir joined our sides, the looks were gone. I cuddled into the arm, that Haldir offered as he led us through the paths of Imraldis (Rivendell in common tongue). Legolas looked like he was still evaluating the offer. I tried to ease his mind: “You don’t have to do it, mellon.” I said using the elvish word for friend wisely to state our relationship. “If you feel like it would change the dynamic of our friendship, you are free to leave.”

We finally reached the small guest Talan, where Haldir and I were staying. Legolas’ wasn’t that far off, so nobody really thought something about him accompanying us. “That’s not what I am worried about.” Legolas swerved entering the room. “Then what is troubling you?” I asked, letting go of Haldir and grabbing Legolas hands to give him some sort of security. He started to stutter: “Its… I have... I have never been this intimate with a woman before.”

“Oh.” Taking a few steps back I turned around to seek help from Haldir, but he just shrugged his shoulders. Great. “I simply thought you would have done such things already; you know based on your age.”

Legolas let out a small laugh. “Yeah, I am a late bloomer, I know. But the woman I believed to love fell for a dwarf back in the day when we were taking Erebor back from Smaug.” He just stood there looking to the floor, probably waiting for our rejection. But I decided different: “I don’t care about your experience, as long as you are comfortable with it.”

Haldir stepped in, putting his hands on my shoulder. “Besides that, I can teach you.” He had a dark and dominant look on his face. Legolas visibly gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Okay.” His voice was shaky, but it was obvious that he was persistent.

Haldir took of his cloak and looked at Legolas with a soft look he usually saved for me. “I am honest with you, gwanûr*. I am as dominant with Visha in the bedroom as I am with my soldiers, don’t mistake my domineering demeanor as callousness. It is simply our relationship dynamic. Do you want me to lead you through it, or do you wish to reign free on her behalf?”

Legolas eyes twitched between me and my husband, unsure what to say. I gave him a warm smile. “I think he needs to see it, herven.”

As soon as I said the words Haldirs behavior changed. “Take off your clothes. Keep the undergarments.” He commanded not looking at me. I did as I was told, kneeling besides my husband awaiting his next order. Facing Legolas, he asked: “So, how do you want to continue?”

“I think I need a little bit of guidance, since it is my first time. But I do not wish to be treated like a lesser being.” He answered.

“That’s not what this is.” I corrected his assumption. “It is merely a way for us both to fulfill our desires. Haldir does not view me as an object in his possession.”

“I do not?” Haldir chimed in clearly teasing me.

“Stop it, you menace.” I scolded him, earning a light tuck on my hair, eliciting a moan from my lips.

Haldir pulled me into a stand. “Is this the way to speak to me?” He asked and pushed me onto the bed. The air was knocked out of my lungs on impact and I didn’t have much time to settle, before Haldir was next to me. Leaning himself on the headboard, placing me between his legs. Out of reflex, I snuggled into his warm embrace, spreading my legs to give him more access.

“Such a good little girl.” He praised me, stroking my body. Legolas was still standing in the middle of the room, unsure what to do. “Come here.” Haldir called out towards the younger elf. Slowly Legolas was making his way onto the bed, like Haldir leaving his cloak and boots on the end of the bed. Kneeling between my legs, he waited for the next command.

“Kiss him.” Haldir pushed me towards Legolas. I got onto my knees as well and leaned in to kiss him, not before making sure he gave his consent. And then I crashed my lips on his. He tasted like wine and some fruits. Kissing me unbelievably soft compared to my husband. With the caution you would use on a scared animal, Legolas put his hands on my hips gripping onto them as if they were his lifeline.

I felt the bed shuffle under Haldirs weight, as he approached me from behind. In an instant Legolas backed away, giving in on the ever so present claim, my husband held over me. But I pulled him back in, deepening the kiss we were sharing, eliciting a low moan from him. Haldir had started to loosen the strings of my undergarments covering my breasts.

Once they fell to the bed, his hands were roaming over my body and he placed sweet kisses on my neck. Playing with my nipples, he sucked deep marks on my neck, making me a moaning mess in Legolas grip. He pushed his hand down and into my panties. “Look at that. Already so soaking wet. And we haven’t even started yet. What are we going to do with you, my little starlight?” Pulling me back by my hair, Haldir ended the kiss between Legolas and me, setting me once again between his legs.

He started to take my panties off, leaving me bare to Legolas eyes, forcing my legs apart with his strong thighs. “Look at her, gwanûr. Isn’t she beautiful?” Legolas eyes were trained on my body, taking in every inch of me.

“What do you want to do?” Haldir asked him. “Do you want to fuck her? Taste her? Watch me making her cum?”

Legolas eyes shot up to meet Haldirs, clearly irritated, by his use of words. “I… I want to taste her. But I don’t know how.” He answered once again looking down on me. Haldir hummed in gratitude. “Do you hear that, meleth? Do you want Legolas to make you cum? Teach him how to treat a lady?”

“Yes.” I mewled trying to close my legs for some sort of friction. 

“Touch her.” Haldirs command was a low growl and Legolas obeyed without a second thought. “Push a finger inside of her and curl it upwards.” He instructed further. The intrusion of Legolas cold finger made me squirm in Haldirs arms, His movements were gentle and careful, setting a slow pace making me anticipate more. “Please… I need more.” I cried out.

Legolas added another finger, not leaving me out of his sight. And then he lowered himself down onto my core, looking at Haldir for help. Who was more than willing to give him that. “You want to find her clit. It’s a little pearl peeking out on top of her folds. Licking and lightly sucking on it will do the trick.”

And he did exactly that. It didn’t take him long to find my sweet pearl. Licking and sucking on it like it was sweet little candy. I felt the tension rise in my core, pressing myself further into Haldirs chest. Groaning at the feeling of his uniform, I tucked on it. “Let me feel you, herven.” I pressed out between shaky moans. Legolas was a natural, surely, he must have read about that topic, or at least talked with someone.

I felt Haldir shuffle behind me, struggling to get his clothes off. Leaning forward as much as possible I enabled him to somehow shimmy out of his shirt and pants, leaving him bare chested in his underwear. As soon as my back touched his chest again, I could feel his hard cock pressing into me His whole body radiated heat, calloused hands stroking over my sides, my breast, toying with my nipples. Between my legs, Legolas hit my sweet spot, making me clamp down on his fingers and arching my back. Haldir was just fast enough, to catch my hips from crashing into Legolas face.

He hummed in satisfaction. “She likes that, gwanûr.” Instead of answering, Legolas did the same movement again, fetching a moan from my lips. The tension in my stomach was on the edge of snapping. I could feel the juices leaking out of my core, sense the way Legolas was lapping them up, moaning at the taste of it.

“Please, Legolas. I am close.” It was the first time; I directly spoke to him. His eyes snapping up to meet mine. I could see, how me moaning his name affected him, spurred him on to make me orgasm. I let my hands intertwine with his silvan locks, tugging on them. His low growl sending shivers down my spine. “Oh God, yes!” I cried out.

“Let go, gîl nin*. Cum for us.” Haldirs rough, breathy voice, combined with Legolas devouring my sex, I was pushed over the edge. My back arched, legs trembling, hands tugging on his hair, I came with a load moan. “Fuck!” I cried out, chest raising at my increased breathing speed.

Slowing his movements Legolas helped me down from my high. My brain was to mushed, to really notice, I was shifted in my position. I found myself now laying on my back, head hanging off, of the side of the bed. Haldir was kneeling besides me, holding my head up, stroking my cheek. “Do you want to go in full headspace, starlight?” He cooed. I hummed.

“What’s a headspace?” Legolas asked, watching the interaction closely. Haldir smirked at his words. “Watch and learn, mellon. But first take her.”

“Take her?”

“Fuck her. Ruin her. Whatever you want to call it.” Haldir repeated, a low smile on his lips. Then he looked down on me. “Tell me, gîl nin. Do you want Legolas to fuck you?”

I didn’t answer, instead, I spread my legs wider. He hummed in approval. “Good girl. Make him cum for me, would you? Show him what a filthy little slut you are.” I nodded eagerly, hearing Legolas shuffle out of his clothes. I felt the bed dip under his weight, not being able to detach my eyes from my husband. He gripped my neck, putting light pressure on the sides, while Legolas inched his cock into my core.

“Such a good girl.” Haldir hummed in my ear. “Taking Legolas so well.” Loosening his hand he allowed two breaths, before he shut it down again. Legolas stayed immobile for a moment, cursing under his breath at the feeling of my twitching walls. I was still sensitive from the previous orgasm. His cock was average sized with a thick shaft stretching my walls with a sweet tang of pain.

“Before you start. There are two important things. When I tip her into headspace, we use safe words. They are important for our, especially her, safety. First, we have malen* it means she needs a break. Simply just stop what you do, let her regain her senses and ask, if she wants to continue. Second one is the most important. It is caran*. When she uses it, you stop what you are doing and let go of her. Doesn’t matter what you do, or how it feels. You end it right there. Also, when I call it off, you stop, understood?”

Legolas nodded looking between me and Haldir. “Good. You can use those words like her, if you feel like it is too hard for you, or if you are uncomfortable with the whole setting. Because what I am going to do to her might seem, like it crosses lines, or her reaction might look like she doesn’t want it. But as long as she doesn’t use her safe words, she is fine with it.”

He let go, of my neck, allowing me to breathe. With a nod he commanded Legolas to start. At first, he set a slow gentle pace, testing mine and his limits. Haldir smothered my face and my neck with kisses, pushing two fingers inside my mouth. I choked as he forced them down my throat, clamping down on Legolas cock, which made him splutter a shaky fuck. “Take it, meleth nin. You are going to be a good girl and take what I give you, understood?”

“Yes.” I answered, falling into my headspace. A sharp slap on my cheek ripped me back to reality. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Commander.” A loud moan stumbled over my lips, as Legolas hit my sweet spot in the right angle. “Please, I need more.”

“Look at her begging, mellon. Isn’t she beautiful, like that?” Haldir had a feisty grin on his lips, as he spoke to Legolas. The other ellon let out a low grunt.

“You want him to ruin you, meleth? Beg for it. Show him, what a good girl you can be.”

“Please, Legolas. I need…” Another sharp slap interrupted me.

“Did I allow you to use his name?” Haldirs voice wasn’t loud, but full of dominance.

“No. I am sorry, marchwarden.” I answered feeling tears forming in my eyes. “Please, my prince. I need more. Take me. Please. I want you to fuck me harder.”

Holding on to my hips, Legolas set a faster, brutal pace, fucking me at his liking. “Oh, God.” I moan, closing my eyes at the intense feeling.

“Does it feel good?” Haldir asks getting on his knees and pushing down his pants, throwing them carelessly into a corner. “Open up, sweet star.” Obediently I open my mouth and he pushed his cock into my mouth. My eyes rolled back, loosening the muscles in my throat to let him in deeper.

“Fuck, yes, meleth.” He grunted. “Taking us both so well. God, you are so beautiful like this. So pretty with Legolas stuffing your little pussy and my cock down your throat.” He gripped my neck tightening his hands slowly, to feel him stretch my throat. I gulped around his cock and at the same time clamped down on Legolas. Which got both of them to moan at the sudden feeling. My drool was dripping down my cheeks, mixing with my tears. The only thing I could sense was the musky scent of sex and their individual notes.

Legolas was now completely losing it at the scene in front of him. How my lips were wrapped around Haldirs cock, my muffled moans the way my walls shivered with every movement. He was pounding into me like his life depended on it, chasing his own release.

A tight knot was, once again, forming in my stomach. With the way I wriggled under their hands, Haldir sensed I was getting close, spurring me on: “Go on, starlight. Come around his cock. Soak him with your juices.”

His words pushed me over the edge. A muffled cry escaped my lips, as Haldir pushed himself so deep, my nose was touching his pelvis. I was arching my back, gripping the bedsheets tightly, to ground myself.

“I am close.” Legolas whispered. A question hanging from his words.

“Cum inside of her!” Haldir ordered. Still fucking my mouth in a slow sensual way, that wouldn’t make him cum, but rather rile him up for more. He only did it, when he wanted to really ruin me. And seeing me being putty in another man’s hands probably tugged hard on his self control. Legolas was now rutting into me like an absolute madman, searching his release. Soon I could feel him twitch inside of me, making me clench down on him out of reflex. That probably made him cum. Thick robes of cum pulsating into my core, coating my walls in warm seed.

He let out a distorted moan, sinking back on his ankles. Sweat covered his whole body, his arms were shaking and if he were to stand up, he would have collapsed. His eyes were trained to the spot between my legs, where I could feel his cum trickle out.

“Everything alright, gwanûr?” Haldir asked Legolas, a slight concern hiding behind his question.

“Yes, I am alright. It was… It was amazing.” Legolas whispered, obviously in disbelief of what just happened. Haldir pulled back, leaving me now completely empty. I huffed in disapproval.

“Its alright, starlight. You want Legolas to watch us?” My face lit up at his question.

Nodding to the head of the bed, Haldir signaled Legolas to scoot over. “Come here, little one.” He called out for me. Standing at the end of the bed. I crawled over to him laying myself down, but he shook his head. “Uh uh. Get on your knees. We don’t want the prince to miss your pretty face, don’t we?”

Obeying his command, I turned around and got on my knees, ass up high in the air. He began stroking my back, admiring the view. “Fuck.” He let out a hoarse breath. “Such a beautiful pussy, dripping with cum. I want to make it mine. I want to mark you. Are you going to let me do that, sweet star?” I moaned into the bedsheets, raising my ass even higher, desperate for his touch.

But he did not satisfy my needs. Instead, he gripped my hair pulling me up to him. “Stay here.” He turned around grabbing his belt from the floor. “Give me your hands.” I obeyed him, without thinking. Once my arms were tied up, he yanked them over my head securing them on the crossbar of the bed.

“I’ll not take advantage of your trust. Submit to me, and I will feed every need you have, cherish you to the end of time.” He promised, before walking up behind me.

My gaze was now locked on Legolas who was sitting at the head of the bed, watching the scene unfold before his eyes. The hunger in his eyes was unbearably strong, raking over me, watching his cum drip out of my folds.

Haldirs hands started to slide over my body, lightly teasing my nipples, dipping into my core every now and then. Kissing down my throat nipping on my shoulder. I gasped at the sudden stab of his bite and I could feel blood run down my shoulder. His calloused hands gripping my hips tightly. “I want to hear you, meleth. Don’t hold back. Show the world what pleasure I can bring you.”

“Yes, marchwarden.” I moaned, falling deeper and deeper in the abyss of arousal.

He steps back once again. “Count.”

I couldn’t comprehend what he meant, before something snapped against my back. “One!” I breathed out, still trying to stay as silent as possible. Another whiplash hit me. “I said don’t hold back.” He growled.

“Two!” I cried out louder than before. Striking me harder, I heard Haldir sight in deep pleasure behind my back. “Three.” The pain was now subsiding into pleasure. Another hit, this time on my ass. “Four.”

“You will feel the things I did to you with every step you take, every muscle you move. You will think about me and how good I made you feel.” He snarled, striking my ass with so much force I jolted forwards. “Five!” Now I had tears forming in my eyes.  Heat was pooling between my thighs, running down my legs.

“Tell me, darling. Does this pleasure you?” Another sting across my back.

“Six! Yes, Commander!” I was now a total crying mess. Tears running over my face, slick dripping from my cunt. I opened my eyes to see Legolas watch with a mixture of horror and need, his cock getting hard again.

My knees were shaking and I was only being held up, by the ties on my wrists. Haldir was obviously not going to have mercy with me. Again and again, he whipped me, making me count to ten. By that I was completely fucked over. Red lacerations over my back and ass, eyes swollen from tears, cunt dripping from pleasure. He let the item in his hand fall to the ground detaching me from the crossbar.

I dropped into the bedsheets between Legolas legs. Haldir was behind me, raising my ass up in the air. Teasingly he rubbed his tip between my folds. “What do you want, meleth nin?”

“More. I need more.” My head was spinning and I had trouble forming straight sentences.

“Use your words, darling.” He teased a low growl in his voice.

“Inside!” I stutter. “Want to be filled by you.”

He groaned at my words, pressing me into the bed, while pushing into me and pulling out before he even stretched me the littlest amount. “Please… Please I need you, herven. I can’t… I need you to fill me up, marchwarden. Make me feel good, please.” I whimpered pushing back, trying to get him to enter me. Haldir hummed at my words. And then without warning he fully plunged into my core, pressing my head down to cease my cry.

Although Legolas already stretched me, taking Haldir was a different story. He was bigger than Legolas and didn’t care if I would be able to take him. I felt like I was split in half, but it felt so good. The way he rutted into me, setting a brutal pace, made me see stars. His hand was gripping my hair, pulling me up. One arm around my waist, the other on my throat.

“My pretty little ithil.* I am going to ruin you, fuck you as hard and long, as I want to. And you will take it.”

“Yes, Commander.”

He let me fall forward where I caught myself on my tied up hands. Legolas was slowly stroking his cock, breathing heavily. I was complete gone, trusting Haldir with my whole body. He was my rock, my protector, the love of my life and right now I felt as good as I ever had. My body was aching from pain and pleasure.

I felt another orgasm approach me. “Please, Commander. I want to cum.”

“Again? You are a little cock drunken slut, aren’t you?” He teased. “Wanting to cum over and over. What makes you think you deserve it?”

“Please. I was a good girl.” I whined.

“Yes, you were.” His voice was like dripping honey. “Can you hold on a little bit longer, for me?” He started caressing my body, sending shivers down my spine.

“Yes, I can. Everything for you, marchwarden.”

Haldir didn’t answer me, but I felt his cock twitch at my words. He was close. Grabbing me by my hip and pushing my face down into the bed, he leaned over me. Smothering my back with kisses. I flinched every time his lips touched a laceration, but it felt so good at the same time, that I was not sure to handle it any longer.

But for my luck, Haldir couldn’t either. “Cum, my starlight. Let go one last time.”

Nearly on command the coil in my stomach snapped and I let out a strangled moan. Behind me Haldir hissed and I felt his release pump into me. He held me in this position, before he signaled Legolas to get up. “Go fetch a wet cloth. We need to clean her up.”

I felt Legolas leave the room, but I didn’t care. The little bit of brain that I had left, was completely trained on Haldir and his actions. Slowly he pulled out and turned me on my back.  I stuck out my arms for him to free my hands and when he did, I reached out, tugging him to my chest. His weight on my body, released another wave of emotions, making me cry.

“You are safe, meleth nin. Everything is alright. You did good. I will protect you.” He repeated the words over and over again, until Legolas came back from the bathroom. “I am going to clean you up now, okay?”

I nodded letting go of him. The cold cloth made me flinch, but it felt good to get the sticky mixture of cum and slick from my body. When he was finished, he cleaned himself and handed the cloth back to Legolas who just put it on the counter, slipping into his clothes. “I am good I already washed myself in the bath.”

At his words I turned to face him, realizing just now, he was there. “Thank you.” I breathed out. He smiled at me kneeling down next to the bed. “Don’t thank me, my lady. I have to thank you. Trusting me so much, to let me be a part of this.” I gripped his hand, bringing it up to my face. “Will it change something?” I asked afraid of the answer. “I don’t long for you like a lover would, but I will protect you at all costs. I will always be your friend. And as long as you wish me to be part of your life, I am.” He answered. I closed my eyes in relieve. “Good. Because I really like you.” I yawned at the end of my sentence.

[filispreciousone]

The Addiction that is Called his Love

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Pairing: Haldir x Elvish f!reader

You accompany your lady Arwen to Lothlorien to visit her grandparents, as you have done on multiple occasions. Little does she know you thoroughly enjoy those visits because of a certain Marchwarden.

Warnings: Smut 💦 (cunnilingus & p in v)

Word Count: 1.5k

“Do you think he is alright?” You look at the reflection of your lady’s face in the mirror, gently laying down the brush you had been working on her hair with. 

“He’s a ranger, he can handle himself. There is no need for you to worry.” You gave her a reassuring smile, and gently laid your hand on her shoulder. “Lady Galadriel is waiting for you, my lady. I don’t think it wise to keep her waiting.”

The corners of Arwen's mouth moved upwards into a smile at the mention of her dear grandmother. “You’re right, I should get going.” She stood up and turned towards you. “Thank you.” She said, taking your hands in her own. When you opened your mouth to speak, she quickly sussed you. “Accept it, that’s the least you can do for all the trouble I put you through coming here with me.”

If only she knew it wasn’t trouble for you at all. You shook your head with a smile as your lady left the room, on her way to her family supper.

And speaking of food, it quickly reminded you of something delicious waiting for you. You moved in quick long strides, reaching your destination in no time. And there he was as graceful and handsome as always.

The moment he had seen your figure approaching a smirk appeared on those gorgeous lips, lips you couldn’t wait to touch, to kiss~ Just thinking about it got you hot and bothered already.

There was no need for an oral greeting as the embrace he had pulled you into was more than welcoming enough. You looked at each other for a moment. One of your hands snaked up his arm and you silently admired the muscle you could feel beneath his tunic. When you moved even higher, you tangled your hand into his long blonde locks, the low purr you could hear coming from the back of Haldir’s throat was all you needed to lean forward and smash your lips to his. 

There was no warning, but he quickly acted accordingly, pulling you even tighter against his body and caressing his tongue over your lips, a silent command for you to open up to him. You did, moaning at the feeling of your tongues clashing with each other. The way he held and handled you made you feel weak in the knees. 

But just before your legs were about to give out he picked you up, his big hands enveloping your backside.

“How about we take this somewhere else, somewhere more private.” He whispered in your ear, nibbling on it a bit as he did so.

“You know I would love nothing more.”

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He was kissing you, it was as filthy as could be. But you loved it, you loved him.

It hadn’t taken the both of you long to get to his quarters and the moment the door was shut behind the two of you, you were thrown on top of his bed.

That took you to the position you were in now. You were undressing each other in between kisses and you couldn’t get enough of one another, so when it was taking too long to get your dress off you let out a frustrated whine.

Haldir responded by placing one of his hands atop yours. “Leave it, it won’t stop me from taking you right here… and now~” His other hand landed on your knee, slowly making its way upward. 

Your breath hitched at the intensity of his gaze as he slowly moved down. He had moved your dress up to your hips. And then your breath suddenly hitched as you could feel the cold air of Haldir’s breath on your wet pussy, the sensation was amazing. But then he smelled you, touched you, tasted you and all you could do was crumble beneath his touch. It wouldn’t have surprised you if had orgasmed right then and there, but thank the Valar you didn’t. You wanted to enjoy this for as long as you possibly could.

It always amazed you how his skilled tongue caught you off guard time and time again. You had experienced this on so many occasions, yet he seemed to get better every time. It kind of frustrated you that there was no getting used to his touch, that it always had the same effect on you, no matter how many times you had him go down on you.

And you moaned out his name as he did so. Not wanting him to stop the movement of his tongue and the spreading of his fingers inside of you. “You taste absolutely divine.” You heard him mumble between your thighs as you pressed them together, almost squashing him with your strength.

“Please.” You begged the male as you neared your first orgasm of the night. Your hands instinctively moved to tangle themselves in his hair, pushing him even closer to your core hoping and praying that Haldir got the message.

And of course, he did not disappoint. His fingers were massaging that one spot inside of you that he knew would have you crumbling around him in a matter of moments and with the added pressure of his mouth suckling on your clit it was only a matter of seconds before your body finally gave in.

You were a panting mess, your gaze trying, but failing, to focus on the ceiling as you desperately tried to regain your breath. Haldir’s hands coming up the side of your torso had you looking down at him, cheeks flushed as you saw him lick his lips clean of your arousal. He kissed you, letting you taste yourself as his hand captured yours in his. He pinned them above your head, easily trapping your body underneath his.

Your eyes glazed over at the sound of his belt unbuckling and before you knew it his cock was raking over your folds, teasing you. You almost cried out for him to stop his frustrating behavior but were soon silenced by the feeling of his dick splitting you open.

You wanted to wrap your arms around him, rake your nails across his back but his strong grip on your wrist kept you from doing so, frustrating you to no end.

He should consider himself lucky for knowing how to pleasure you and keep you distracted from such matters. The thought was confirmed with a sharp thrust inside of you, he was so deep it made you see stars but apparently he didn’t think himself deep enough as he took one off your legs with his free hand and put it over his shoulder reaching a new depth that made you wonder if he wasn’t just pounding your cervix.

“Haldi- mhmm~” His mouth had once again found its way to yours, mufling all the sounds you were making as result of the way he was rearranging your insides. You were scratching at your own palms for lack of better alternative as you suddenly seemed to get noticeably closer to your second orgasm of the night. You felt your leg beginning to cramp from the unusual position, curling your toes as Haldir once again showed you he knew your weak spot, while his free hand was caressed your thigh. Squeezing it as he picked up his pace, holding on to it as his release seemed to get closer.

He connected your foreheads, having released his hold on your wrists to hold you by the back of your neck. His hand was slightly tangled in your rully hair and you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around him, grabbing at his shoulder blades.

You were gasping for breath as your orgasm suddenly seemed to approache rather quickly. One of your hands moved to his neck, just as his had moved to yours only a moment ago. “Please, please~” You breathed against his cheek.

“Almost there, I got you.” He was wiping away the tears that had started gathering in your eyes from the pleasure. “Let go for me. Come on.” Just a few more of his sharp thrusts hitting your spot was all you needed. Your crumbled beneath him, crying out as your nails dug into his scalp. 

He grimaced as he felt you clenching around him, his thrusts turning sloppy as his release finally seemed to reach him, quickly pulling out of you, pumping himself a few times before covering your abdomen with his white sperm.

When both of your highs seemed to have died down he dropped your leg, falling down next to you and pulling you into him as he laid on his side, giving you the opportunity to use his perfect bicep as a pillow.

After a few moments had passed you pulled away from his warmth, you heard an immediate complain falling from his lips. “I should get going, I cannot keep my lady waiting.” You said, sitting up on his bed and moving to the edge.

“You honestly don’t plan on appearing before her like that are you? Come, at least bathe with me first.” You looked at him knowing that you would eventually end up doing anything but bathing yourselves in his tub. Nonetheless, a smile appeared on your lips and you gave in to the man, you always did.

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[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; Scent, Taste, Touch (Mirkwood Elves x Reader)

Summary - Three of the five senses with the Mirkwood elves.

Warnings - Smut, language, male genitalia, female genitalia, mention of bodily fluids, male masturbation, female masturbation, creampie, smelling intimates while masturbating, legolas whimpering, eating while masturbating, oral sex (reader receiving), semi-public oral sex, thinking of reader while masturbating, reader does not have any specified genitalia (I tried my best).

Pronouns & POV - None, third-person

Pairings - Legolas x Reader, Thranduil x Reader, Tauriel x Reader

Word Count - 1,900+

A/N - I am in the middle of writing a smut and needed a little break, so I thought I'd try my hand at something new. I also made my own gifs which are a little off, but I like them. Pure smut under the cut!

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- legolas

Scent. Things of the earth that brought comfort to the elven prince were far and few; it was farther and fewer when it came to instantaneous soothing. It neared the realms of impossibility to cease the never-ending chatter, the sleepless nights, and the constant sensation of fight or flight that roamed through his veins.

Yet, there was one thing that always eased him. The one thing that lulled him into a sense of security he hadn't felt for decades. 

Your scent.

The moment he breathed in your scent, the perfect mixture of forest musk and spring waters, all chatter within his mind ceased. The lids of his piercing blue eyes would flutter shut, the weight of his toned figure easing into your gentle arms as he breathed you in. 

His face buried in the crook of your neck as he inhaled the scent straight from the source, the soothing tightness of his strong arms holding you close to him as he kept breathing you in. 

The exact position would keep you in place as his aching cock stretched you out. The halls filled with the squelching click of his manhood carving itself deep into your sensitive walls as he kept his face buried in your shoulder, the soft tickle of his breath upon your exposed skin sending shivers down your spine as you heard him inhale shakily.

"So good." The words would be breathless as if he was a sailor who had fallen overboard desperately attempting to gain air, yet all he wished to fill his lungs with was the scent of you.

He wouldn't raise his head from your shoulders; his grip upon you would tighten as he hid his face further into your flesh as a slew of soft whimpers vibrated against your skin. The weight of his body firmly pressed into you, deepening the heavenly stretch of your inner walls as the speed within his hips would quicken.

His thrusts deepened, ensuring each inch of his cock had its moment within your sensitive area as he moaned in your scent, breathing it all in as he painted your walls with his hot seed.

And when there are nights where you were unable to warm his bed. He would find your scent in other manners.

The sight, one of his face masked within the fabric of your intimate wear. His nose pressed deep into the fabrics, seeking the spot that contained the most amount of your sensitive aromas.

The faint squelching click of the elven prince toying with his throbbing cock was stifled by his shaky, deep inhales as he breathed in the scent that clung to the fabric upon his face.

"Fuck." The word was a muffled moan as his slender hand tightened around his cock, the weight of his head falling back, allowing the intimates to weigh upon his face, drowning his sensitive nose in the pure scent of you. 

He'd continue to breathe in the tang of your scent, his motions growing sloppier and sloppier as he envisioned himself in that all too familiar position: deep inside you, holding you tight, breathing you in.

A slew of whimpers would fall from his lips, muffled by the fabric, as his aching cock would shoot rope after rope of white, hot seed. Trickling down his strong hand, dripping onto his wrist as he sat there: breathing in your scent.

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- tauriel

Taste. The captain of Mirkwood's guards had a very refined pallet. There was little that truly satisfied her taste buds, as many of their foods she deemed as bland and the wines lackluster.

But, there was one thing she craved. One thing she yearned to taste over and over again.

You.

The moment your lips entwined with hers, allowing her to taste that divine sweet taste upon her own, quenched her cravings. The lids of her emerald eyes would flutter shut; the warmth of your soft lips melding into hers would ease all tension from her.

Her tongue would graze your bottom lip as the kiss deepened, seeking out more of your taste as her strong hands rested upon your shoulders. A content hum would vibrate into your mouth as your lips part, allowing her to indulge in her cravings.

Cravings that she held for more than your lips. The training grounds flooded with the harmony of your breathless moans; the sensation of your hands tugging at her hair filled her senses as she continued to pleasure your sensitive area.

A pleased hum would vibrate against your nether regions, sending a shiver down your spine as her tongue continued to navigate your sensitivity. The bitter tang of you filled her mouth, making her moan in pleasure against your flesh as she buried her face further into you.

A faint sting of her nails digging into the flesh of your hips would fill your senses, earning a faint hiss to fall from your soft lips as she continued to lap away at your sensitivity. The sound of her pleased hums growing as loud as your moans, the training grounds filled with the pleasure-filled melody as the elven guard indulged in her cravings.

Her tongue would move faster, lips pausing to suck against the sensitive flesh, causing a wave of pleasure to surge through your body. The knot within your stomach would snap, sending that familiar static of pleasure to rush within your veins.

A grin would spread upon her lips as your sweet nectar filled them, her tongue seeking out every last ounce of the heavenly liquid as she continued to lick and suck until there was none left for you to give.

And for nights without you, she would find other ways to fill her cravings.

There was a dish she claimed tasted like you, a dish she would spend hours perfecting to be to her taste. The sight of her, legs sprawled wide on the bed, a silver platter of food beside her, a hand between her thighs, and the other grabbing from the platter.

The halls would tingle with the soft harmony of a gentle squelch from betwixt her thighs, her slender fingers gliding in and out of her soaked core as she bit into the food. A moan would be muffled by the food within her mouth, chewing it as slowly as the slender fingers that pumped inside of her.

The gentle stretch of her fingers delving deep into her core was nothing compared to the heavenly stretch of your fingers, nor was the dish as divine as your taste, yet that did not detour the elven guard from getting her fill.

Her fingers would move faster, food falling upon her chest as her inner thighs would clench around her hand. The gasps of her pleasures momentarily stalled as she swallowed down the delectable dish, envisioning it was you upon her lips.

Her inner walls would flutter and spasm around her fingers, drenching her fingers and hand with her sweet nectar as she lay on the bed. Legs still spread wide, the platter beside her, and a yearning for your taste.

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- thranduil

Touch. The elven king wasn't necessarily fond of familiar greetings. He didn't see the point in them: handshakes, headbutting, and worse of all, hugs. The elven king saw no purpose in such juvenile greetings. 

In his mind, there was no purpose for his skin to touch another, for his warmth to mix with theirs. They were a waste of time, nothing more.

However, there was one whose touch was like a soothing balm to his aching heart. A touch that allowed his view of familiar greetings to crumble.

Your touch.

The moment he felt your soft hand within his, the soothing sensation of your fingers resting within the gaps of his fingers, the elven king would soften. The sharpness of his steel-blue eyes would ease as his gaze fell upon the sight of your palm pressed against his.

His thumb would glide upon the smooth skin of the back of your hand, tracing the path of your knuckle to the crook of your thumb. The weight of the day would ease away as he held your hand tightly, his free hand encasing the other side of yours as if it were the most precious gem within his collection.

A grasp all too familiar to you. One you would often feel upon your wrists as the king held you on to the smooth silks on his bed, his throbbing cock carving itself deep within your sensitive walls as the bed creaked with each sharp thrust his hips made.

His free hand would glide down upon your side, tracing the path to your upper thigh as he brought your hands to his lips, pressing his thin lips against the smooth flesh that separates your wrist and your thumb as he continues to drive his hips into yours.

He'd free one of your wrists, allowing it to fall onto the smoothness of the bed as he placed the one within his grasp up to his toned chest, allowing you to feel the contrast of smooth skin within the sea of scars his chest held from previous battles.

"Touch me." The words would be a breathless plea as if he was a poor sinner who had spent endless hours begging for forgiveness, yet all he was begging for was the warmth of your touch.

His eyes would loop back into his skull, the weight of his head falling backward as he'd feel your hand glide down from his chest towards his lower abdomen. You could feel the muscles of his abdomen tighten from your touch, how his hips would stall for a moment before driving into you even harder.

"More." He'd command, his hips bucking into yours relentlessly as he lost himself in the sea of your touch. You would be able to feel every inch of his cock twitching with pleasure whenever you'd move your hand; the smooth glide of your skin against his was utter perfection.

The twitching of his cock would come to a halt as he painted your inner walls white with his seed. The small circles you traced upon his lower abdomen would send him over the edge of pleasure. Sharp hisses of pleasure would escape his lips as you'd feel his body quivering beneath your touch, trembling just as a leaf would in the wind.

And for nights without your touch, he would improvise.

The sight of the elven king sat upon his bed, legs spread as his hand glid up and down his throbbing cock. The faint twinkle of the candlelight reflecting against the delicate bracelet upon his wrist caught within the corner of his eye, a bracelet which was an exact copy of the one he had given you.

The delicate metal charm upon it would often tap against his massive cock as he continued his stroking motions as a chill would roam down his spine as the lids of his steel-blue eyes would flutter close.

His lips parted, mouth falling open, allowing for each groan of pleasure to escape his lips with no resistance as the air filled with the squelch of his hand upon his cock, and the faint jingle of the bracelet bouncing upon his wrist.

His cock would glisten, covered in a cream specially crafted to keep your skin as soft and smooth as he enjoyed it. The whiteness of the cream mixed with the whiteness of his seed as his brows knitted together.

He would continue to revel in the sensations, envisioning your hands upon his cock, your touch, as the tightness within his abdomen would continue to strain until it finally snapped.

A hiss of pleasure would escape his lips, his head tilting backward as the heat of his seed drenched his hand, trickling down upon the bracelet. Envisioning it was yours instead.

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Legolas, Tauriel, Thranduil

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Legolas, Tauriel, Thranduil

[thyras]

→ your divine

PAIRING → mairon | halbrand | annatar (sauron) x f!elf!reader

WORD COUNT → 6.6k words

WARNINGS → 18+ mdni - dark!reader, soft!sauron (even if that is possible), smut, some plot, masturbation, murder, reader has trauma, mentions of blood, blood drinking, possessiveness, unprotected p in v, choking, biting (marking), oral (fem receiving), confessions, breeding kink.

SUMMARY → you have been sauron's betrothed since the days of old, his faithful servant. you spend your days carrying out his plans in Eregion, but with each passing century, you long for your husband's awaiting arms until one day you finally get your wish.

AUTHOR'S NOTE → this is deranged and will be a two parter because this was already so long. i feel like sauron would not ever want to have children but for the sake of this lets just imagine otherwise. reader is dark but only when she needs to be. i was inspired by @just-trying-to-fangirl-in-peace to take on writing a dark!reader fic. hope y'all enjoy.

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Centuries passed, and you kept playing your part well. You grew into your role as a healer in Eregion. But the pain always lingered. You missed your husband and longed to feel him underneath your fingertips again. Feel his taste on your lips as he drove into you at a toe-curling pace like in the days of old. When you both were free to indulge in each other for days.

Never to know the longing of separation.

You were standing in the courtyard talking with Mirdania when you felt the sweet pull of something you had not felt in centuries—your husband. It made you turn quickly, expecting those dark, shadowy fingers to crawl up your spine before wrapping themselves around your neck in the act of possession. When the feeling wanes, you feel your heart clenching and aching at the flicker of longing you now feel again.

Mirdania notices your change in demeanor and touches your shoulder softly, pulling you out of your thoughts. You turn to her and smile, putting your mask back on as quickly as it recedes.

"Is everything okay?" she asks. You nod before returning to your earlier conversation when the sound of hooves alerted you both to turn toward the lower courtyard. A white horse and chestnut appear as the guards, Elrond and Celebrimbor, move to greet the unexpected visitors.

Your feet become glued to the cobblestone when you see the rider and feel the pull of his shadowy mind against your own. He was injured if the stain of red on his tunic and the pale face of a man riddled with sickness was any tell. But you knew that your husband was an excellent deceiver and had a particular fondness for deceiving elves. A dark smile twisted underneath your own illusion as the thoughts of his deception towards you, memories of that first awakening surfacing.

In ages passed, after the first awakening, your kin were offered passage to the Undying Lands by the great Oromë after Melkor’s defeat. But a dark deceiver had already infiltrated your heart and mind by that time. Planting seeds of darkness and a lust for power. You had always been a rebellious soul, and he fed off that.

His dark claws sunk into you until you were nothing more than a Moriquendi, an elf of the dark. The dark followed you and faded your light until no more than the shimmer in your hair was left.

So when it came time to leave, Oromë stopped you and exposed your secret to your kin. Horrified by the sight of you and your deception, Oromë gave your kin a choice; cleanse or destroy you if they wished to journey with the rest to Valinor in three days.

Your kin, eager to reach the Undying Lands after the war, decided it would be easier to destroy you than heal what was already so corrupted. He came to you in his shadowy form on the second and final night. Fingers caressing your torn and tattered face. You were accepting of his touch.

“What have they done?” his form breathed. You looked up at him, the face of your lover appearing. The soft, gentle, elven face and long reddish hair of his fair form.

“Mairon,” you struggled to breathe against the collar around your neck. Chains shackled you to the walls, and in that moment, you knew by the look in those dark eyes he would do what you craved so desperately for. Destruction and revenge for your kin’s greed.

When they came for you, he slaughtered them like animals before anyone could even lay a finger on you. The sight was wicked and cruel to anyone but you. To witness your lover wreak havoc on the people who wished to end you was intoxicating. It did not matter that he slaughtered your family or friends; they were already dead to you.

In one final act, your lover drug the leader of your kin to the center of the square by his hair, forcing him to kneel, tilting his head up so he could look at the destruction around him. “Look what one mere man can do,”

“You are no man,” the leader choked out his bloodied mouth, spitting some of it onto the ground. “You are him, Sauron, the Abhorred, Morgoth’s faithful lieutenant.” You watched as that dark, nebulous smile rose on his lips before the leader looked at you. “He’s corrupted you for his own gain, young one. He will discard you after he has no use for you anymore.”

You shook your head and stood a little taller. “And why should I believe you when you were so quick to murder me for immortality?” You reached down and picked up a discarded blade beside your feet. In one final breath, you drove it through his gut and watched as the light of the Valar began to fade from his eyes.

“Why?” The elf choked out as blood fell from his lips. You look up at your lover, whose dark eyes sparkled with adoration and intoxicating pleasure. You were his. The life you took was the final piece to welcoming the darkness entirely.

“He gave me what none of you could not.” Your lover's hand moved to cup your chin as he released the dying man, bringing your lips to his before you spoke again. “Divine purpose,”

Mirdania moving past you quickly to help brought you out of your twisted memory. You watched as the guards helped him off the horse and carried him into the tower. It would cause alarm if you rushed down as Mirdania had done, so you make your way moments later.

"What has happened?" you asked Elrond as you finally reached him.

"It appears Lady Galadriel never went to Valinor. " You had heard of her but only in passing whispers. She was an Eldar and had come from Valinor after the Great War. The only person that would have any knowledge of your husband’s slaughter of your woodland kin. “And now she has brought the King of the Southlands with her." You could not help the pulsing in your heart as you realized the grand plan was now coming to fruition, and you could rest easy that you would have him even for a brief time.

"I am sure I will be needed," you said, picking up your skirts and starting towards the stone stairs. "Can you send for my assistants, Lord Elrond?" He inclined his head before turning away. The pulsing in your ears and your heart caused you to take quickened paces toward him, following the sweet thread of your bond through the tower.

Once you were close enough to feel the pulsing of his own yearning for you, your feet slowed, and you made sure your mask was firmly in place before entering the room.

There he laid. In his new form, this time a man. His hair was coppery bronze that hung around his face in waves while a light coating of stubble covered his cheeks and chin. You had never minded whatever form he took, but you were always pleased whenever he took on the fair faces and tall, lean bodies. It added to your yearning for him.

You stepped into the room, causing Galadriel to turn as the guards left. Surprise flashed across her face as you strode past her.

Any elf could feel your dark choice to remain in Middle-Earth. But none could feel the dark bond you shared with the evil they sought to rid the world of.

You inclined your head to her and pushed up the sleeves of your robes before making it over to him. He turned his head and let a brief smile touch the corner of his lips as he took you in. His beloved wife was here to mend him once again. You moved to lift up the blood-stained shirt and saw the sprawling wound there. The dark lines of infection ran away from it. You reached to touch it, and he winced at the touch. So, it was a very well-crafted illusion.

"How long has it been?" you asked as your two assistants brushed past her, and Elrond appeared behind them. They set your supplies on the table next to you as they unpacked and laid them out.

"Six days, enemy lance. We rode with haste and without rest," she said before turning to speak with Elrond. You turned your attention back to the man lying in the bed. You pulled on the dark thread to tell him he would be well again. He swallowed hard, and you could tell he was trying so hard not to take your hand into his. The centuries apart finally caught up to him.

You and your assistants worked tirelessly to heal the wound. Once it was in a place that you could manage on your own, you dismissed the two younger elves and were finally left alone with your husband, who was now being cheeky and pretending to be asleep.

"You don't have to pretend anymore, my love; they are all gone." You said playfully as you moved your chair a little closer so you could wipe the sweat away from his forehead with a damp cloth. His eyes opened, and a thin smile touched his lips. "Very convincing," you motioned to the scar now on his side. "You inflict that yourself, or was it just a genuine illusion?" He squeezed your hand. The wedding ring on your finger pressed against the palm of his hand before he brought it up to kiss.

"A Maia does not reveal all his tricks," Your face warmed slightly as he moved to kiss your wrist, his lips caressing the scar on your wrist from when you had bound yourself to each other. It sent a shiver down your spine as his lips lingered there before you felt the tip of his tongue trace across it. You held back a whimper as your eyes closed. "I've missed you, my beloved,"

Your eyes fluttered open, and you moved to cup his stubble-covered cheek, lips leaning in to hover over his. Both of your breaths mixed for the first time in centuries as your thumb caressed his cheek. Eyes locked with each other. "I've missed you as well, husband,"

The long-awaited climax to your reunion came when you pressed your lips against his, hungry for his taste against you. Your lips moved in a passionate rhythm before he lifted his free hand to wrap around the back of your neck, lacing his fingers in your silky hair. A low growl rumbled in his chest as your tongue pushed past his lips, tasting the fiery scent he always carried with him. He pressed you harder into him as your other hand moved to run through the sprinkling of dark brown chest hair.

You fought the urge to climb onto him and straddle his hips before sinking yourself onto him and taking him to the hilt like you had craved to do each and every night since you both had parted ways centuries ago to protect your identity and facade of a mourning elf who had lost her kin to the evil, Sauron.

It was quickly over before you blinked, and you longed for much more; his lips left yours only for him to pull against your bottom lip between his teeth. Tempting you even more, your hand moved to wrap around his neck as a low growl left your lips. A chuckle left his lips before he spoke.

"It would look suspicious if you linger here for any longer. I'll be fine." He breathed. "We can speak more in the morning." You gave him a slight pout before he smiled and ran his thumb against your bottom lip. "Always so insatiable,"

"Well, I have not seen you in centuries," you breathed as a dark smile filled your lips in preparation for what was about to leave your lips. "And doing everything myself with only memories grew tiresome."

A dark smile touched his own as he tsked and gripped your chin tight. "Always the temptress," he said seductively, as you looked down at him. Then, playfully, nipped at his thumb.

"But you love it," He chuckled softly before releasing you. "For it was the reason you became so smitten with me," You paused and hovered over his lips once again. "For I am the only one to have ever tempted the Dark Lord himself into doing my bidding." You ran your index finger underneath his coarse chin. He visibly shuttered and hummed against the touch as you moved your finger down his throat.

"And I would fall for it every time if it meant I got to ravage the woman that holds my dark soul in her clutches." Your face warmed, and your finger stopped when you leaned in once again to give him a parting kiss.

"Until the sun rises and the moon sets, you will be the only thing on my mind." You said, adjusting your gown and robes before laying the damp cloth into your basket. You snatched it up and moved to the door before turning to gaze upon his lazy, blissed form.

"Still as sweet and silvery-lipped as you were all those centuries ago, I can't wait to feel them around me." That dark smile he loved so much returned to your lips. His prolonging of this departure for someone who wanted to keep suspicions low was amusing.

But that’s what the mere sight of you did.

If eyes could ravage you, then his would be doing so now.

"I would say get some sleep, but we both know there will be none of that." He chuckled and waved you off.

"Good night, my beloved wife." You picked up your skirts and started down the dark corridor.

It was not long before you felt the cold, dark shadow following you out into the courtyard. You shook your head and turned to look up at the flickering light in the room you had just left. You could not see him, but you felt him in your bones and could not wait to feel him inside you.

The sun rose, and you began preparing to tend to your 'wounded' guest. You could not help but feel the anticipation building in your chest as you put together a fresh basket of linen and clothing for him. It was like in those days after you wed and found the peace you both searched for, indulging in each other's pleasures and carnal desires endlessly. The childish games he would indulge in just for you made your knees weak and your core turn as it twisted in anticipation for his soul to connect with yours. Old memories surfaced as you tugged on that invisible dark thread, tying you together in destiny.

Laughter left your lips as you ran behind a tree, trying to control your racing pulse so he had no chance of finding you. Your hand went over your mouth as if to control your breathing. A smile on your lips as you felt the first tug of your bond against your mind. He was close, and you were torn with desire, but this was a game of patience.

You closed your eyes and felt the wet ache of your womanhood at the thought of his hands caressing your body, fingers wrapping around your neck as those dark silted irises of the viper he was stared down at you in feral hunger. You took this chance to pick up your long velvet and silk skirts. Your own long, delicate fingers moved to push aside your underthings before tracing against your soaked entrance.

Your body came a light at the thought of his touch inside of yours. One finger became two, moving in a rhythm that had the squelching sound of your needy cunt filling the forest. Your other hand rubbed against your swollen pearl, bringing out a whimpered plea of his name, tempting him ever so slightly more.

"Little temptress?" his voice carried through the forest. "You can't hide forever. I can smell you doing what only my fingers can achieve." Another tug on your bond, and you could hear leaves crunching underneath his boots. You moaned against his filthy words before pulling out of yourself just as the heat of your climax kissed your core.

You wanted him to bring you to climax, but you also wanted to torture him. So you cleaned your drippings from your fingers with a quick lick of your fingers. His voice hummed as he neared. “Do you taste good, little one?” Your eyes slammed shut as the words were true, but you tasted even better against his fingertips.

You took this chance to pick up your heavy skirts and move away from the tree you had been hiding behind, heart racing as you ran further into the forest away from your beloved husband.

Once you came into view, a feral growl sounded through the forest, and his dark shadow started following you until you felt his arms snatch you up. It caused you to trip over your skirts, and both of you fell into a heap of limbs and cloth. "A fair, virtuous elven maiden such as yourself should not be touching herself like that, the scandal that would cause if anyone were to wander upon us.” he breathed against your tresses. A smile filled your lips as he encased your frame, breathing heavily like he had been running for ages.

Your lashes lowered, and you ran your index finger across his plump bottom lip and down his chin before moving back up to part his lips with your nail. His eyes became darkened and full of feral hunger, like some wolf ready to sink his teeth into its fresh prey as he took in the scent of your arousal on the tips of your fingers.

"Mmm," you hummed, eyes closing as you reached down and pulled up your skirts, revealing the delicate skin of your thighs covered in a light sheen of arousal dripping from your needy heat. He let out a low warning growl at your motion. "Then shall the Dark Lord take this fair maiden's virtue and taint her with the darkness?" Your eyes fluttered open just as his lips crashed upon yours, drawing out the air in your lungs and forcing you to press your body against him. His hand moved to run up the soft, damp skin of your upper thigh. Shivers ran down your spine as his tongue broke through your lips, taking in the taste of your sweet arousal. The kiss only lasted for a moment until his lips started down your jaw and then your neck. Your fingers moved to wind themselves into the reddish tresses of his hair.

"Such a devious little creature," he breathed against your neck before he raked his teeth against the skin, causing you to yank on the roots of his hair and produce a growl from him. The hunger built as fingers swiped through your wet folds; the stimulating touch caused you to roll your hips against him, craving the friction he was denying you. His free hand slammed you into the forest floor causing you to yelp in surprise.

"I learned from the best,"

Your face warmed as the memory slipped away, and you slipped out of your modest abode toward the forge where your husband was still being kept. Elves walked around you as you tried to keep your pace casual. Your eyes traveled across the beautiful streets of Eregion.

This had been your home for a few centuries back when Celebrimbor’s ancestors first settled here. They welcomed you and gave you a refuge from your twisted past. You watched as your husband’s plan began to unfold. The madness already brewing against the family that held lordship over these lands.

The family never suspecting of your true loyalty.

And your purpose here.

Out of the periphery of your eye, you saw Lady Galadriel's shimmering white hair walking across the courtyard. She was deep in thought by how she walked and her rigid posture. Something was amiss with her, something that you could tell was troubling her mind.

Your husband’s manipulation ran rampant against her mind. You could tell she had been ever willing to hang on to every enticing word that left his lips.

You continued your journey and finally made your way into the forge. To your mild surprise, you saw both your husband and Celebrimbor talking. Sensing your arrival, both men turned when you entered the forge; you gave them a light bow before Celebrimbor motioned you over.

Your husband's gaze followed you the whole way over, the tendrils of his dark web crawling up your back and across your shoulders as he explored every inch of you. Pulling at your desire and lust for him to be buried between your thighs, withering underneath his touch.

It was almost impossible to keep your mask on for Celebrimbor, but you could torture him later.

And the chaos that would cause.

Such delightful chaos.

"Good morning, my lord; I am surprised to see our guest up after I strictly told him to rest for a few days." You turned your gaze to your husband and gave him a scowl to keep up with your carefully crafted facades.

"It is my fault," Celebrimbor said warmly. "Lord Halbrand was just giving me some inspiration for a project, and I seemed to have gotten carried away." He gave you both a slight bow before returning down the corridor as he mumbled to himself about something.

When he was out of elven hearing, you spoke up. "For someone who does not want to raise suspicion, you sure are doing a horrible job." You move to take his forearm and walk you both over to the darkened corridor.

"I got bored," he said with a devilishly playful smile. You sighed and shook your head.

Why did you always have to be his rational conscience?

"And the last time you got bored," You poked at his chest. "I had to clean up your mess." He took your hand into his and brought it up to his lips.

"And I am eternally grateful for it, but," he paused and reached with his other hand to take your chin into his fingers. "Trust me, there will be no mess to clean up this time, only reward. And then we shall have forever to indulge in our pleasures after we are King and Queen of this land," You smiled darkly up at him.

"Promise?"

"With all my heart," He released you and motioned down the corridor to where he had been staying. "Now I do think we need to keep our little rouse up."

You take the lead, and before you know it, he has scooped you up bridal style as your basket of linen fell to the floor, leaving a pile of cloth in your wake. He carried you through the threshold of his room before depositing you onto the bed unceremoniously. You leaned up and watched as he closed the door and locked it.

"But won't you be missed?" you said as you moved to be on all fours. “Celebrimbor and Lady Galadriel shall surely miss you. They seem so smitten with you.” The yearning and dark lust was palpable in the air of the small room. You reach up to take the rim of his pants into your fingers, yanking him over to the edge of the bed.

"Hardly," he took your chin into his calloused hand before tilting your head to meet his gaze. "I'm more worried about whether Eregion's sweet, innocent healer will be missed." You lowered your lashes and gave his pants a light tug.

"Hardly," you repeated his answer and licked your bottom lip. You ached to feel the heaviness of him in your mouth and slide your tongue up his length, knowing all the areas that would gift you with those precious sounds and dirty Black Speech endearments. "She's out of the office for the remainder of the morning. And plus, my assistants are perfectly capable of managing without me."

Your husband pulled your gaze back to meet his. It did not matter if he changed appearances or faces; that dark, feral gaze he produced whenever you were your playful, temptress self was always the same. But this face was slowly becoming one of your favorites, the dampness already collecting in your undergarments as you reached up to move your hand across the growing appendage in the fabric of his pants.

You licked your lips as his eyes closed, and he released your face. "Will my husband let me worship him like I have begged to do in those lonely nights?"

"Yes," he breathed out as your hand slipped between the rim of his pants. But before you could continue, he had your back against the bed. Dark eyes watching intently as yours grew in surprise. "But first, I wish to worship my faithful wife for her patience and effort." His hands wrapped around your neck just enough to ignite the fire in your belly that had been brewing since last night. You arch yourself in the pressured grasp as if you were showing off the most beautiful necklace in the realm. The necklace you ached for.

Finally, his mouth was on yours, and your fingers began winding into his coppery waves, pulling on the roots as his hand tightened around your neck. Your mouths fought for dominance, trying to quench a thirst that had built up in you both for centuries.

Yearning to feel body against body, mind against mind, and soul against soul. You tugged at his hair again and pushed your mouth against his harder, nipping at the skin until you could taste the black liquor of his blood coating your sweet lips.

He tasted so godly to you, and you swallowed each drop of the darkness like the faithful wife you were. After a few moments, he broke away and took your bottom lip between his teeth before tracing the blackness off both your lips. You obediently took his finger into your mouth and licked it clean. A growl rumbled in his chest as he gazed upon your obscene gesture. "I am going to make a mess of you," he promised. "Make you fall apart repeatedly, like the days of old."

You let a whimper escape your lips as he released your neck, and open-mouthed kisses replaced it. His tongue lapped up the sweet, tender skin there. "Hus—" you barely got out before his teeth met the delicate skin of your neck and began to suck against the skin.

"Mark you so no man may gaze upon your beauty and have any doubt you are bound to my soul." Your eyes slammed shut as you felt the searing pain of his teeth breaking the skin. His tongue lapped at the blood pooling there. "My beautiful elven wife," A moan escaped your lips before you pressed your body against his, the barrier of fabric almost too much. You craved to feel his bare skin against yours and take in all this form had to offer.

He continued down your shoulder before ripping at the fabric of your dress until it was torn down to your stomach, revealing the divine wonder of your breasts to him for the first time in centuries. You ran your tongue across your swollen bottom lip as he gazed at you in the morning sun.

His heart finally felt whole again as he gazed down at you, eating up your form and the light trickle of blood down your chest from where he had bit too hard. Your skin was so soft and warm underneath his calloused hands, the skin of the woman he gave his soul to. He leaned in, and his lips lapped up the trail of your sickly, sweet blood.

"Love?" you asked, concerned, pulling his face to meet your gaze. Your husband moved to cup your soft cheek and ran his thumb against your cheekbone. Your eyes were growing just as dark as his at this moment. The power that coursed through him was now coursing through you, the bond strengthening with each touch, kiss, or taste of your body.

"My divine, let me destroy you," he breathed, leaning down to kiss your breastbone before placing a trail of open-mouthed kisses until he took your pebbled nipple between his lips, sucking on it eagerly before speaking again. "And take the last piece of your pureness."

He continued down to your stomach, where he finished ripping the rest of your garments from your body. Every mound of flesh was game to his mouth as your fingers moved to twine in those coppery strands again. Pulling and guiding him to where he was most needed.

Your husband's fingers trailed up the flesh of your thighs as he moved to kneel in front of the bed, propping your legs up and pulling you to the edge. The image of him on his knees sent your core pulsing, something that never ceased to get a reaction out of you. It was divine and sinfully powerful to see him there. Surrendering himself to you and his desire to kneel before his queen.

"You like it when I'm on my knees, don't you?" he taunted between your thighs. His breath tickled your swollen folds, causing you to falter for a moment—but only just a moment until you sat up, and your fingers yanked his head back. His cynical grin touched his lips as he gazed at your darkened expression. "There she is," he taunted against your tight grasp. "My queen," he chuckled with a dark undertone.

"If you are going to keep taunting me, I'd rather that silvery tongue of yours to be doing something else." Your husband obliged and leaned to kiss the slickness on your thighs, tasting the arousal and yearning you felt before. Before, in one swift movement, he had you gasping for air when his mouth met your swollen cunt.

Your back arched off the mattress, and your fingers moved to grip the bed linen as he showed you just what that darkly sweet tongue could do. You could not hold back the moans or whimpers of pleasure he pulled from those swollen lips.

It was not long before one dark finger split you open, and your cunt clenched against the unfamiliar touch. Your fingers clenched his hair as his finger rocked against you, the pad of his palm touching the sweet petal of your arousal tortuously. One became two as he replaced the pad of his hand with his thumb. His free arm moved to lay across your sternum, holding you captive on the mattress. His lips returned to yours, so you could enjoy the taste of your arousal as he continued to fuck you with his torturous motions inside you.

His corruption of you ran so deep that there was no mere mortal that could ever get you to turn against the darkness. You had the most powerful being in all of Middle-Earth between your thighs, and you were the only mortal he would kneel to.

Your fingers clawed at the linen; his name, his true name, hung on your lips, ready to be released into the world after centuries of quiet patience. Your back arched against his restraining grasp, signaling to him that you were close to your climax. His come here motions quickened, and you came hard over his fingers in a release of pent-up energy, clenching around him like you never wanted your bodies to part.

"Mairon," You whimpered in ecstasy. It was always the name he wed you with. Never Sauron or the countless other names he took on. And he took pleasure in that. The way your elven tongue and lips wrapped around the name made him want to move continents and oceans for you.

"Good girl," he breathed against your sensitive, well fucked cunt. "Always such a willing and well-behaved girl." He kissed your inner thigh, tongue lapping up your drippings before he smiled darkly and bit down on the delicate flesh, causing you to moan loudly again.

"Your version of 'well-behaved' and mine are not the same, husband," you said, breathless. He chuckled and leaned back over you, taking in your blissed expression and sparkling eyes as you gazed up at him.

"Mmmm," he hummed against your stomach as you ran your fingers through his tousled strands. "But I do enjoy when you misbehave because I hear my name fall off your lips repeatedly like a young maiden saying the sweetest prayer." You watched as your husband discarded every fabric upon his body to reveal the lean man underneath.

You moved to kneel on the bed and ran your fingers through the sprinkling of chest hair as he slipped out of his pants. His mouth met yours again as your fingers moved to run up through the hair at the nape of his neck, pressing his face against you. "Let me worship you," you breathed against his lips in between kisses as your hand moved to wrap around his jutting appendage. He hissed out a curse as you pumped the taut skin. "Let me show you how lonely each and every century was."

He tried to encase you with his form, but you hooked your leg around his waist and rolled him underneath you. Your hips now straddling him as you hovered over him, awaiting the time to sink your hips down and take him to the hilt, just as you had dreamed of. Both of you were breathless and yearned for this long-awaited reunion.

This had been all he could think about as he recovered his form: tasting your sweet skin against his lips and feeling your warmth around him. He had been patient and steadfast as he worked out his plan and finally returned to his wife when the time was right.

Once his hands were on your waist and you were cradling his face, you finally sunk your hips down until you felt the tip at your entrance, the pulsing of your cunt already eager for the stretch of him splitting you open.

“For all eternity,” he breathed. “I shall be bound to you.”

“Never to wander or forget the being I have vowed to trust, love, and obey.” You finished. The words of your vow to each other rang through both your minds.

It was like that first time again when you finally took him to the hilt. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the pleasure of being complete by the being you gave your equally dark soul to. The being now resting in your grasp.

You began rolling your hips against him; the same spine-tingling touch of his dark fingers running up your spine filled you with even more urge to quicken your pace, but you kept an even rolling motion. Your husband moved to push some of your hair behind your ear as both of you struggled against the motions.

"Immortality always felt so hollowing," he breathed as you lowered your lips to his. "Until I met my elven princess, I turned into my dark queen." Your lips met his furiously until your pace quickened, and both your moans were being swallowed by each other's mouths. Pulling you in ever deeper to your awaiting climax.

As your bodies joined and you became one, you could feel his thoughts against your own. The feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him caused him to strain against your movements. Your smile darkened against his lips as you slowed even more. He growled and squeezed the flesh of your ass hard. “Behave, little temptress.” His teeth nipped your bottom lip, warning you.

“But I thought you liked it when I misbehaved, my lord,” You teased. He roughly pushed you onto your back and drove into you with an animalistic pace. Pulling squeals from your lips as he drove both your highs. Your fingers released his waves as he handcuffed your wrists above your head, sitting up. Your soft gaze watched his wanton expression fill his face as he took pleasure in how you felt around him. Your back arched into the thrusts, trying to meet his powerful thrusts. Drawing him deeper toward the door to your womb, where you wished to plant his seed.

You licked your lips at the sinful thought of being full and ripe with his child. You knew he never wanted children as he found it unsettling. Merely giving you the answer of what if our own creation was as powerful as him and seeked to destroy their parents in their quest for dominion over the realm of which you both created.

A valid concern. But it did not stop your longing for the sweet kicks and turns of a child nestled in your womb.

“Little one,” he breathed as his fingers tightened around your wrists and he leaned in. “I can feel those desires of yours and do I not give you enough?” You nodded softly before answering.

“But does the creation built out of our love and in our image not entice you, husband?” His lips hovered over you, and he slowed his thrusts to a more gentle pace. He took a moment to collect his thoughts.

“A creation that could take you from me, do you wish for me to suffer in my eternity of longing for you?” Tears formed in your eyes, and his eyes darkened at the sight. “Sweet wife,” he breathed before kissing away the tears. “If this is what you want, then I shall give you what you desire, but only if you promise not to leave me empty for eternity by your absence.”

“I promise,” He picked up his pace again and drew moans out from your sinful lips. Pleasure rose in you both at the feeling of him quenching your sinful desire. He always gave you what you wanted. Ravished you delicate trinkets and beautiful nights of connected bliss. But he could never say no to his wife. His bondmate.

He snaked his fingers between your heated bodies, rubbing the sensitive bud of arousal. Pulling his name out of your sweet lips. “Will it,” you breathed as he laid his forehead on yours. The rippling of your walls clenching around him as you were reaching your peak sent him into a frenzy until one last call of his name had you whithering underneath your orgasm.

He groaned against the pulsing and began thrusting into you more brutal, more feral, as he once again wished to mark you as his own. The sweet taste of his orgasm kissed at him before, in one ragged movement, he emptied into you, spilling his seed deeply into your womb. Your breathless plea for him to will it had him straining to release you. His hand wrapped around your throat, and he pulled out of you, leaving a trail of spend in his wake. Fingers moving to lap up the substance before meeting your withering cunt, pushing it into you. Every last drop of his mark, coating you.

He leaned into your ear as you whimpered in overstimulation of his large fingers still buried deep inside you. There was nothing he wished more than to see you happy and full. Those dark, sinful lips wrapped around your ear and spoke the words you had long desired for.

"I will it,"

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The Ménage à trois series

First one-shot - Pleasurable torment

Pairing: Thranduil x Elrond x Fem. Reader 

Themes: Smut | Soft | Aftercare | Established Poly relationship

Warnings: Kissing | Dom. Sub. Aspects | Overstimulation | Penetrative sex | Orgasm denial | some cock warming | Size kink | Cream Pie | Nicknames | Oral (male receiving) | Dirty talk / Degradation | Dacryphillia | Masturbation (Male) 

Word count: 2k words

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥

Minors DNI | 18+

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The First Snowfall

Elrond x fem!reader

Request: Hello, Mina! Wish and hope that you're doing good and fine right now! 😊 I'm really overjoy that you openning request! Sooooooo, would I request Elrond and reader NSFW sexy time after celebrating winter festival please? It could be kinky smut or fluffy smut, and headcanons or a fic ; please choose these which you are seeing fit, proper, and willingness. 😁 Thank you so much in advance! Have a super great weekend 🥰🧡 – @septimaseverina

A/N: This is by far the softest smut I’ve probably written out of all the smut I’ve done. It was such a huge difference, in a nice way, to write something so gentle and soft.

Warnings: smut, fem!reader, soft sex, bondage, soft dom!Elrond, cunnilingus, fingering

Words: 3.6k

Synopsis: They say that every year during the first snowfall, something magical happens. And with Elrond’s hectic schedule, ensuring that everything was in place for the winter festivities, you were planning for his ‘personal’ magical snowfall.

The fire crackled softly in Elrond’s chambers, casting a warm glow that danced along the walls and ceiling, illuminating the faint shimmer of frost on the windows. The first snowfall of the year had blanketed Rivendell, and though the world outside was muted and cold, the air inside the room was bustling with anticipation, thick enough to make your breath hitch every so often. However, it wasn’t only the anticipation and the coldness of the atmosphere doing such a splendid job. It was preferably the artistic skills your body was adorned in for the last twenty minutes.

You sat perched in the middle of the bed, your legs neatly tucked beneath you, the soft silk ribbons biting gently into your skin. The crimson fabric wrapped delicately around your curves, clinging in all the right places to highlight your beauty and the right places to look, barely covering anything of great importance. The ribbon was straining against your chest with every heave you took as the seconds ticked by, stretching against the swells of your breasts, pushing them together in a tantalising display. The peaks of your hardened nipples pressing visibly against the smooth fabric. Below, the ribbons were wrapped expertly around your thighs, teasingly close to your pussy where the dampness had already soaked and stained a huge portion of the ribbon.

You were sure that it might snap should another minute or two pass and he had not shown up at the rate you were leaking. Shifting slightly, a shiver ran down your spine at the gentle contact of the ribbon brushing against your outer lips like a feathered touch. The silky material brushed and rubbed against your skin in a way that sent a pulse of ecstasy straight to your core. You couldn’t help but glance towards the doors every few seconds, heart fluttering at the thought of him walking in to find you like this. Within his responsibilities as Lord of Rivendell, you knew it had been long and taxing for the winter festivities. But tonight, this night, you intended to give him something more than a reprieve. Something just as magical as the first snowfall. Hence, why you had left him a simple note on the study desk, written in your finest calligraphy.

“Your final gift awaits you in your chambers. Come unwrap it when you are ready.”

The moments stretched out endlessly, your senses heightened as you listened for any sign of his approach. Every distant footstep, every faint creak seemed louder in the silence, setting your heart racing. The fire flickered over your bare skin, painting you in shades of gold and crimson. Would he be surprised? Would he laugh? Or would his usual calm, composed demeanour melt into something far more unabashed?

As you took a few more deep breaths to centre your mind and prepare for what was about to unfold tonight, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. They echoed softly down the hall, each step brisk but calculated, increasing your anticipation and leading to a fresh flow of your juices soaking the ribbon further. You sat a little straighter, the bow nestled on your thigh tugged against your skin.

The door quietly opened, and there he was, framed in the doorway. Elrond’s eyes were locked onto yours immediately, his expression was a perfect balance of curiosity and warmth. He was still dressed in his formal attire, his dark robes draped elegantly over his broad shoulders, though his hair was slightly tousled from the long day. His gaze moved slowly, deliberately travelling from your face down to the crimson ribbons wrapped around your body. His eyes darkened slightly as they took in every detail—the way the silk clung to your breasts, the delicate bow that rested on your thigh, and the glistening evidence of your arousal visible against the inner of your thighs.

For a moment, the room was utterly silent, save for the crackling of the fire. Then, his lips curved into a small, knowing smile, one that sent a rush of heat to your cheeks and your core alike. He wasn’t helping with the ribbon staying intact.

“So,” he smoothly intrigued, “this is the special gift I was promised?”

You smiled feeling your cheeks ready to pop from the heat and pressure of maintaining a composed expression. Steady your gaze, you met his eyes head-on. “Happy First Snowfall, my lord,” you purred. “I thought you deserved something…personal. Something only you could unwrap.”

Stepping further into the room, he shut the door behind him with a soft click. His movements were unhurried, deliberate, as though he was savouring every moment of this revelation. His eyes never left yours as he approached, the sheer hunger in his gaze making you squirm against the ribbons as you pressed your thighs together to calm the growing ache. When he reached the foot of the bed, he paused, looking down at you with an expression that was equal parts amusement, admiration and barely restrained desire.

“You’ve outdone yourself,” he murmured while his fingers reached out to trail along the edge of one of the ribbons wrapping your arm. The gentle brush of his touch prompted goosebumps to rise, and he chuckled softly, clearly pleased with your reaction. “I’ve received many gifts over the years, but none quite so…unique.”

You swallowed hard, your breath hitching as his hand moved to the bow on your thigh, his fingers ghosting over the delicate silk. “I wanted to make this snowfall magical for you,” you whispered, “You’ve been so busy, so focused on everyone else’s happiness. Tonight is for you, so you’ll have to unwrap me carefully.”

His expression softened, though his eyes never left yours as he knelt on the bed. “Carefully, you say?” Elrond’s voice was tender as he leaned closer, with painstaking care, his fingers tugged at the bow on your thigh, unravelling the ribbon with a patience that was both maddening and intoxicating. The way the silk slid against your skin as he pulled it free left you trembling and leaning into his touch for more. “If I am to unwrap this gift properly, it will require my full attention.”

His words prompted another flow of your juices, this time, with the absence of the bow and the ribbon, it was more pronounced to Elrond’s eyes as they were fixated on the sight. He gave a soft hum, his approval evident in the way his hands slid up your thighs until he stopped at the junction of your thigh and hip. His thumb rubbed the area teasingly, watching as the slickness grew and coated your thighs aggressively. He knew the moment he parted your legs—the sight would be unlike any other.

“Beautiful,” he murmured and leaned down to kiss the junction of your leg thigh, smiling against the natural jump of your nerves. He moved slowly, unwrapping you piece by piece, his hands warm and steady as they worked. Each ribbon came undone and revealed more of your body under the glow of the fire. The silk slid away from your breasts, and your nipples, already hardened from anticipation, were met with the cool air and the heat of Elrond’s hungry gaze. He paused for a moment, his eyes lingering on the curve of your chest before he leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive peak with a kiss that made you gasp.

If only your wrists were not still bound, you would cradle him right there as his tongue flicked over the bud, his mouth warm and persistent. “Elrond,” you sighed and pushed your chest outwards for him to continue. He didn’t reply, his actions were speaking louder than his words as he continued his exploration, his hands roaming over your now-unbound body with reverent care as he pushed you to lie against the bed.

With your wrists still bound and between your bodies, while his mouth continued its ministrations, you clawed at his clothes, pulling him closer, and your legs unfolded to wrap around his waist. He seemed to be in no hurry to untie your wrists when he pulled away from your spit-slicked nipples, glancing down at your hands that tugged at his attire. A smirk formed on his lips as he recognised the desperation to have his skin against yours—you despised the sensation of clothes against your naked skin.

“You are exquisite. Far too exquisite to be hurried,” he darkly whispered as his hands pulled away from your thighs to unfasten his robes. When his robes fell away, revealing the lean, tones from beneath, you instinctively licked your lips and reached out to run your fingers down his taunt stomach, loving the way he clenched under your touch.

Chuckling at his reaction, he wasted no time swooping down to lock lips with you for the first time tonight. As he settled between your legs and hooked your thighs around his waist, you gasped at the contact of his hardened cock against your wet folds, which allowed him to slip his tongue past your lips to deepen the kiss. His hands reached up to brace beside your head, fingers curling into the pillows as he breathed in your air from the intensity of the kiss. You could feel the tension in his shoulders slowly melting as the kiss progressed.

Yet, he didn’t stop there. Breaking the kiss, his mouth trailed lower, kissing and nipping at your skin. Starting from your jaw, his mouth worked all the way down your neck, shoulders and collarbone, till he was littering them in a line down your navel. Your fingers curled into his gossamer strands as he dipped lower, your stomach flipping, until he pressed the first kiss atop your mound. It was here when he adjusted himself between your legs, throwing them over his shoulders as he made himself comfortable to deliver the first swipe of his tongue.

“You’re already so wet,” he groaned as he took his time running his tongue through your folds. “And I’ve barely done anything.”

“Ah—” Your voice was cut off by the second swipe of his tongue through your folds from top to bottom as he collected all your arousal on his tongue, humming and moaning at how good you tasted. He took his time exploring you, his tongue dipping into your entrance as it curled and plunged itself deeper into your wet, slick heat. The lewd sounds of his mouth moving against your pussy mixed with your heavy panting as your back arched off the bed and your hips grounded into his face. He seemed to have no issue at all as you took your pleasure, glad to retract his tongue and flick it over your clit, eliciting a cry of his name.

Grinning against you, his tongue swirled around your nub, flicking and giving it small tugs with his mouth as he sucked it between his lips and released it with a small pop. His right hand left your skin to join his mouth, sliding two fingers into your heat and curling them against your sweet spot as he gently thrust them in and out. There wasn’t any need for him to rush the moment, not when you appeared so beautifully spread out like this, moaning his name.

He took his time circling his tongue around your clit while his fingers curled and plunge in and out your pussy, enjoying the way your walls clenched around him as though you were giving him tiny kisses. The desire to keep him within your walls was grave as you consistently kept sucking him further in. Even your thighs were doing a fine job at squeezing his head, keeping him in place, though, he remained unbothered, accustomed to the squeeze.

“E-Elrond…please,” you whined as you shifted your hips against his face, your fingers digging into his scalp as you tugged his hair.

“Patience, meleth–nîn,” he whispered against your folds as he pulled back, his fingers still pumping at his preferred, sluggishly pace, and looked up at your drunken state. Placing a kiss on your inner thigh, his mouth returned to your clit while he kept his eyes on you. The way your back arched and your nipples hardened, or how your head tossed backwards, and your jaw slackened at certain pressures. Sometimes if he gave a particularly harsh suck or rubbed his fingers against your sweet spot, your thighs would squeeze his head and your toes would curl, his name turning into raspy pleas.

However, even he couldn’t take the wait any longer, your cries and pleas for him becoming unbearable as his cock ached and leaked.

At the sudden removal of his fingers from your pussy, you whined but were quickly silenced by Elrond’s mouth descending on yours. The taste of your arousal on his tongue as he slipped it past your lips to draw out every sweet sound you always made for him. While his tongue coaxed you to relax, his fingers unbound the ribbon around your wrists, groaning when your nails latched onto his back and headed lower to run his cock through your folds. His head teasingly pressed against your entrance, the pressure creating an undeniable ache that refused to go away. As he pushed forward, he slipped through your folds, his head catching on your clit and rubbing against the already sensitive nub, leading you to moan into the kiss.

“S-stop teasing me, Elrond.” You pouted, pressing your heel into his lower back to inch him closer while your nails curled into his shoulders. “I was nice to give a present without any games.”

“The first snowfall is meant to be savoured, meleth–nîn.” He grinned against your lips, locking eyes with your pouty ones and nudging his nose against yours.

And to savour it, he did. When he stopped his teasing, the intrusion of his head pushing past your walls caused you to go silent in his arms. There wasn’t a word or sound slipping from your mouth as he slid the rest of his cock in, slowly enjoying the way your walls hugged him like a blanket. The gentle stretch wasn’t overwhelming, nor was his weight. It was just right. And when he finally bottomed out, all the way to the hilt, the silence was disrupted by a loud groan from you.

“You feel so good every time,” Elrond groaned, resting his forehead against yours while your body shivered under him. The coolness of your skin against the warmth of his half-human and elven nature was a soothing touch that sent ripples across both your skins. Your nipples hardened and pressed against his chest as he displaced more weight atop you, pressing you into the bed.

Gripping onto him for dear life, your sighs were turned into breathless pleads. “Elrond…please move,” you breathed against his lips, and he obeyed.

The first snap of his hips was gentle, earning a soft moan from you both as he set the pace for the night. As gentle and tender as his thrusts were, each one plunged his cock into the depths of your walls, prompting your juices to abundantly overflow and spill onto his cock, creating a smooth, frictionless slide of his cock. Each thrust reverberated sweetly throughout the room followed by the sound of a wet kiss and moaning as you and Elrond were locked in a heated kiss.

Your nails were raking down his back, doing everything to pull him closer as your bodies danced against one another. You felt his hands slide off your thighs and upwards to grip your arms and pin them beside your head. Easily, his finger intertwined with yours as he pulled his head back, breaking the kiss to look into your hazy eyes. You were gripping him tightly, both your hands and your pussy, clenching around him with each thrust he sent your way. He moved with a rhythm that was both gentle and relentless that left you breathless.

The fluttering of your eyes with each roll of his hips, or the slight pause he would display while grinding the tip of his cock against your sweet spot, earning him a loud groan. He was enjoying the tiny kisses that coated his cock as he pushed himself deeper, missing and relishing in the sensation of your walls massaging him and bringing that special warmth needed during such cold times.

When he sent a particularly harsh thrust your way before slowing down to grind, your jaw slackened, and eyes shut as soft whimpers fluttered out. “Does it feel good, meleth?” he purred, repeatedly grounding his hips and enjoying the fluttering of your walls around him. “Look at how well you’re taking me…as always.”

At his words, your pussy clenched tightly around his cock, milking him as he pushed deeper with each thrust. Your pussy throbbed, overwhelmed by the sensation of his ministrations, the constant friction sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, making your back arch against his chest. Your nipples rolled deliciously against his toned, sweaty pectorals, sliding smoothly against his skin. In return, Elrond’s groans and moans echoed sweetly in your ear as he chased his own orgasm at the sensation of yours approaching.

Every sound he made, caused your pussy to flutter, another gush of slick oozing out around his cock, soaking his length. Elrond groaned at the feeling, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, as he chased the sensation of the tight walls gripping him.

“I missed…this,” you panted as you leaned into him for a kiss, breathing into his mouth. “I missed how g-good you feel in me…ngh.” Smiling into the kiss, your voice broke into high-pitched moans as his cock pushed further into your pussy, relentlessly.

One of his hands released yours and wedged between your bodies to rub your clit erratically. Your body shivered under his touch, arching into him, searching for more. “Always good to me, aren’t you, meleth?” he breathed heavily against your lips, head dipping to run kisses along your jaw and down your neck to meet the junction. “You’re always there for me. So perfect.”

His movements became more intense at the sensation of your walls tightening around him, his fingers applying more pressure to your clit. “Look at me,” he continued and raised his head to your level, nudging his nose against yours. “I want to see you when you fall apart for me. Let me see how beautiful you look.”

You couldn’t resist his command. He spoke with such reverence and tenderness; you couldn’t deny his sweet calls.

Meeting his gaze, your breath hitched at the sight of how dark his eyes had become as they bore into yours with adoration and hunger. Being under his gaze placed your entire body on fire as he continued to push you over the edge. The urge to shut your eyes and throw your head backwards was tempting—his gaze was full of passion, too much to handle in the tender moment. Yet, you tried to meet him head-on with your lips parted, eyes hazy and breathless gasps as your orgasm built. He was working you over the edge.

“E-Elrond…close. I’m c-close,” you struggled, digging your hand into his biceps and clinging to him as your impending walls were prepared to topple over. “E-Elrond…”

“I know, meleth. And I want you to cum for me,” he hummed lowly with hunger. “Let me feel you. Let go for me.”

That was the final straw that held your dams together as you released a desperate cry, your body tensed, your pussy clamping down around his cock as your orgasm, crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your back arched, eyes rolling into your head, your toes curling as your warmth soaked his cock. Elrond groaned at the sensation, releasing a visible shudder as his cock twitched inside you as he was unable to hold out any longer and spilt his warm cum into your pussy as deeply as he could. The warmth spreading through your body left you trembling and gasping for breath. Slowing his thrusts to ride out both your highs and pushing his cum deeper, as he guided you through the waves of your pleasure.

Your body was slump against the bed, the sheet sticking to your sweaty skin, as a blissful smile crossed your features. There was a gentle weight being displaced atop you for a moment as Elrond slumped against your body. His arms cradled your sides, after releasing your hand, fingers running up and down your waist as he calmed his erratic heartbeat. At the moment, your fingers laced through his hair, scratching against his scalp, which urged him to melt under your actions.

“You’re so good to me, meleth–nîn,” he sweetly whispered and pressed a kiss to your heart. Looking up, his eyes had softened, the gentle shades of brown returning, as he flashed you a warm smile. “I love you.”

Returning the same level of affection within your smile, you craned your neck to kiss his sweaty forehead, brushing his dark brown strands out of his face. “And I love you too, Elrond. It’s what you deserve.”

“You make the first snowfall enjoyable and worthwhile. Thank you.” He smiled against your chest, his fingers continued tracing patterns along your waist as the fire crackled softly in the hearth. For once, he could forget about the world and enjoy the comfort the festive season brought.

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R-18+; Beneath the Stars (Aragorn x Reader)

Summary - A woman draped in cloth cut from the night sky, an awestruck ranger admiring from afar, and a bet between elven royals—what could go wrong?

Warnings - Smut, language, afab!reader, fem!reader, mention of alcohol (poorly written), poorly written dancing (I do not know how to dance), woodland elves getting crunk (they know how to party), heavily implied marriage (Aragorn and Reader), heavily implied wife!Reader, heavily implied husband!Aragorn, simp!Aragorn (man loves his betrothed), mention of bets (Legolas and Arwen), nonsexual tension (Legolas and Arwen—they just want to win the bet), heavy dom/sub undertones and dynamic, sub!Aragorn, dom!Reader, heavily alluded worshipping kink (Aragorn is just a simp), unprotected sex, mention of a womb (reader), mention of female genitalia (reader), mention of male genitalia (Aragorn), handjob (Aragorn receiving), lowkey humiliation kink (Aragorn having), degradation (Aragorn receiving), poor attempt at dirty talk, name calling (Aragorn is called a dumb whore), reader is called mistress and goddess, slight mean reader (but in a hot way), hair pulling (Aragorn receiving), semi-public sex, creampie, and maybe more (I might have missed a few things).

Pronouns & POV - She/Her, third-person (starts more Aragorn leaning)

Pairings - Aragorn x Reader (romantic), implied Reader x Arwen (friendly). Arwen x Legolas (friendly rivalry)

Word Count - 6,100+ (I do not know how we got here, but we did)

A/N - Another one from the suggestion box! "This takes place in Northern Mirkwood, where Legolas is from. Maybe Aragorn and Reader are there for some sort of formal event? Reader stuns Aragorn in an Elvish dress and she kinda takes advantage. Poor Aragorn becomes a mess! Arwen and Legolas have made a secret bet on how fast it’ll take for Aragorn and Reader to sneak away. Reader is wearing a pretty dark blue Elvish dress with long sleeves and some kind of pretty silver embroidery." — @tsum00 (I hope I tagged the right person, please correct me if I am wrong!) This may have gone a bit off from the suggestion, so I do apologize for that! I hope you enjoy regardless, thank you so much for your suggestion and your kind words! I really enjoyed writing this and ended up with more plot written than I expected, so I do apologize for that! I made the feast, the feast of starlight as that was the only one I could remember at the moment. I kept the reader as vague as possible but included the dress, the only defining features are plump lips. I got way too into writing this while simultaneously having writer's block...it was an experience but an enjoyable one. Smut below the cut!

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Mereth Nuin Giliath, otherwise known as the Feast of Starlight in the common tongue. A celebratory feast held in admiration for the various lights that shone within the darkened sky alongside the vast moon that loomed over them.

The exact origins of the feast were unknown to those outside of the woodland halls, and the king of Gondor was no exception to said fact. However, it mattered not to the recently crowned king why he was there to celebrate such matters; he was merely joyous to be invited to such festivities—vastly aware of the secrecy of the northern elves.

A gentle breeze drifted throughout the woodland halls as the celebrations echoed within, carrying the strumming of harps and the chatter of elves as it floated through the chilled air. The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the dancing figures on the busied floor, painting the walls with tall, darkened reflections of their graceful movements as they basked within the energy of the natural light from above.

The various figures swayed upon the dance floor, yet the grace within their movements began to gnaw away with each sip of rouge liquid that stained the various elven lips. A similar hue dripped onto the old, wooden floor beneath them, quenching the dried wood with the taste of aged elven wine as their goblets flowed over while their movements became more primal.

Amongst the sea of dancing figures, there was one whom the recently crowned king's eyes could not part from—his dearly betrothed, Y/N.

To say the woman was a vision was an understatement to the king. The deep blue silk draped upon her heavenly figure made her appear like a goddess wrapped in the same night sky the elves danced under. The soft twinkles of the silver spool sewn into the gown shimmered with each sway of her hips amidst the mixed lights.

As the elves continued to rejoice beneath the light of the stars, the new king could not help but envision how he might later rejoice beneath the light of her. The moisture within his mouth began to overflow at the thought as he shifted upon the heels of his feet, the old wooden floor creaking beneath the moving weight as his mind continued to wander—picturing the heavenly flesh hidden beneath the smoothness of silk.

"Your mind wanders." A familiar voice broke through the static of the king's trance, reminding the man of the familiar elven prince who stood to the right of him. "Have you heard a single word I had spoken?" The prince questioned, a thick brow quirked upwards as the man nervously raised the goblet of rouge liquid to meet his thin lips.

"I, erm..." Any hint of excuse died within Aragorn's throat as the blood within his cheeks burnt hot, his eyes betraying him as they continuously darted back to the packed floor—watching as the beautiful temptress swayed amongst the sea of elves. "I had not." He uttered, a soft admission as he attempted to revert his eyes towards the prince beside him, yet he struggled to pull his gaze away from the temptation upon the dance floor.

Lost in a trance, like a sailor lulled to the depths of the sea by a siren, his gaze followed each hypnotic sway of the woman's hips. The deep blue fabric swished side to side with each motion, the silver embellishments twinkling within the pale moonlight, pulling him deeper into the trance of arousal.

"Why stand and watch when you could be beside her?" The elven prince questioned, once again pulling the man back from the depths of his desires. "No one would fault you if you were to slip away for a moment." Legolas continued, his tone sounding more like a tempting song. Though Aragorn could not see it, he could hear how Legolas' smirk dripped upon each word he uttered.

"Legolas," Another familiar voice spoke from beside Aragorn, one full of softness and femininity—yet the slightest twinge of irritation weighed heavy upon the elf's name. "Aragorn is in no need of your council." She continued, the soft swish of her wine tapped against her glass, her hand clenching around the stem as her gaze fixated upon her fellow elven royal—sapphire eyes narrowing in displeasure as the prince's ocean ones twinkled with mischief.

"Perhaps I shall accompany my betrothed." The words that left Aragorn's lips were in a dream-like trance, light and airy—full of desire and satisfaction as he continued to admire his beloved.

The sound of his betrothed's laughter floated alongside the strumming of harps in the air, fluttering into the man's ears, filling his chest with a glow of warmth and a yearning for her tender caress. There was not a single flaw within the woman upon the dance floor, none that the recently crowned king could find—and if any dared to utter otherwise, he would ensure they would be unable to utter another word ever again.

The thought alone was enough to cause the man's grasp to tighten around his goblet, clenching around the cold metal within his calloused palm as the muscles within his jaw began to tense at the nonsensical fantasy his mind had composed.

As his mind continued to string along peculiar fantasies, the woman spun around. The corners of her plump lips quirked into a playful smile as the weight of her head tilted back in laughter, the hue of her hair cascading down her scalp like a waterfall beneath the pale moonlight as she continued to rejoice in the festivities. That was all it took; the sight of his beloved so wild and free was all it took to break his resolve.

"Pardon me." Aragorn uttered, his words barely catching within the sensitive ears of his royal elven companions as his feet guided him onto the dance floor. Discarding the goblet of rouge liquid upon the way, wishing to have his hands free for what was to come.

As the head of auburn hair disappeared amongst the sea of elven heads, an amused snicker slipped out of the elven prince's thin lips.

"It appears you will have to make good on your bet, my lady," Legolas began, his voice laced with smugness as he brought his goblet to his lips, allowing the pool of rouge liquid to enter them. "I shall be expecting the wine by the next full moon." He continued, earning a scoff from the elven lady's plump lips.

"You merely led him to her," Arwen rebutted, a slender hand waving slightly to dismiss the notion Legolas had proposed. "I have faith that I shall be the victor of this bet. Aragorn is no animal."

The statement, ever innocent and determined, caused a sea of laughter to bubble up from Legolas's throat—nearly causing the typically stoic prince to choke upon his wine. "We shall see." He spoke once his throat cleared of laughter, yet the smug grin remained carved upon his thin lips.

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The auburn-haired man continued to push through the sea of elves, uttering soft apologies when he accidentally bumped into one through the cramped path, yet he couldn't stop. He cared little about the path or those in his way; all he cared about was you.

The pale moonlight shone down upon you, bathing you in the silvery hue of its aura as you continued to sway on the floor—appearing like a goddess amidst a sea of faithful servants despite being a mortal amongst near immortals.

The thump of the ranger's booted feet against the wooden floor echoed throughout the air as he approached, garnering your attention as you ended yet another twirl. The deep blue gown fanned out as your motions halted, much attention falling onto your hips and waist as it momentarily tightened around them before returning to its loosened state.

"Y/N," Aragorn breathed as he stood before you, the leather of the tips of his boot touching against the smoothness of your dancing shoe—desperately attempting to be as close to you as possible. "you look lovely." His voice was no louder than a whisper, as the heat of his words gently caressed the flesh of your neck as he leaned closer to you. "Utterly lovely." He repeated the word like a prayer, desperate for his goddess to hear it.

The smile upon your lips curved differently, one of mischief and delight, and the gaze your gemstone-colored eyes held began to narrow. "Oh?" The word left your lips in a breath, watching as the once ranger eagerly bobbed his head to answer you—like the good boy he was. "And tell me, just how lovely do I look?" You teased, eager to hear him sing praises of your beauty as he squirmed with desire under your stern gaze.

"You look like a goddess sent from the heavens," Aragorn breathed dreamily. The heat of his body radiated off of him as he leaned closer to you, desperate to be within your presence, yet knowing better than to touch without permission. "one who I yearn to worship." The heat of his whisper grazed against the sensitive flesh of your neck, his lips hovering a mere breath away from your delicate flesh as his gaze rose to meet yours.

"Is that so?" You questioned, the smug grin never leaving your lips as you gazed down upon the ranger—his knees bent slightly, subconsciously preparing to kneel before you and abide by your beck and call. "And is that how you properly ask to worship me? Is it?" As the taunting question left your lips, the ranger's icy eyes slowly widened in realization. You wanted him to beg among the sensitive ears of elves.

"I..." The moisture dried from the man's mouth, words catching within the back of his throat as his head rose from your neck. "You wish for me to beg?" He whispered, his eyes anxiously darting throughout the room as a heat began to spread throughout the center of his chest. Though the warmth had started as one of unease, it began to settle into a burn of arousal.

"I do not see why not." The floor creaked slightly beneath you as you inched closer to Aragorn, the tips of your shoes pressing into the tips of his boots, forcing them to squish into the flesh of his toes. "But, the others—" "Oh, now the presence of others troubles you, my dear?" You taunted, the heat of your breath grazing against the flesh of his pricked chin, furthering the heat of arousal that spread throughout him.

"You appeared to have no issue ravishing me with your eyes moments ago." You continued, inching closer to the man before you, the softness of your flesh pressing into the hardness of his—causing the hardness within his trousers to grow further. "Well, I, erm..." Aragorn trailed off, unable to find a viable excuse that would explain both how he stared at you and how hardened his cock had become whilst doing so.

"Tell me, pet," The words escaped your lips in a purred tone, as the smoothness of your hand gently encased the side of his face, the roughness of his beard grazing against your palm as he leaned into your touch. "what were you envisioning as you stared at my hips? Hm?" Your thumb grazed against his bottom lip, stained lightly by the rogue hue of the liquid he had so easily downed prior whilst gazing upon you.

"You using me for your pleasure, mistress." Aragorn admitted sheepishly. The heat beneath his cheeks was now a roaring wildfire as the tingling of embarrassment rushed throughout his veins, allowing the flow of blood to fixate on its trail down to his cock.

"Is that so?" You cooed as the smoothness of your thumb continued to caress the smoothness of his stained lower lip. His head bobbed eagerly in agreement, the harshness of his bearded cheek rubbed against your palm as his icy eyes bore up at you large and sparkling with a lustful desire to please you. "Yes, mistress." He breathed, his eyes never leaving yours as he sank his cheek deeper into your touch.

"Such a good toy." The softness of your palm dropped from his face, earning a displeased whimper from the ranger's lips as you inched away—his body seeking yours out as he leaned forward slightly, desperate to be in the warmth of your aura. "Mistress, please." He whined, his desperation to please you overflowing, washing away all his previous worries of the woodland elves hearing him pleading to please you.

Despite how he pleaded, you continued to inch away from him, earning yet another whine to slip through his wine-stained lips. The sight of your heavenly figure backing away from him was near torture as if the gods were ripping away the angel sent to save him from damnation—or rather, bring him closer to it.

Before another sound of displeasure—or another pathetic beg—could escape the king's lips, you curved a finger in his direction, signaling for him to follow, which he did eagerly.

His steps held a bounce as he rushed after you like a stray dog being brought home during a storm. Though the thumping within his chest was rapid, all blood flow fixated on the cause of the growing tent pitching within the front of his trousers as you led the king of Gondor away from the festivities.

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It was a bit of a blur how the ranger ended up in this manner: back pressed firmly against the twisted woodland halls, the old wood digging into the exposed flesh of his rear as his trousers laid upon the ground. The bitter night's air nipped at his exposed flesh, yet his cock was warmed beneath the smoothness of your touch.

His breath hitched within his throat as your delicate hand continued to glide upon his throbbing member, dampened with the saliva you had spat upon it the moment his trousers fell upon the floor.

"What if we are caught?" He whispered, his voice quivering in pleasure as the tip of your thumb grazed over the throbbing head of his cock, smearing the off-white liquid of his pre-release. An amused scoff fell from your lips as you continued to stroke his throbbing length, feeling pulsations of his racing heart within his cock.

"Then they would see what a good whore you are for your mistress." Your cooed words caused his cock to twitch within your touch, the lids of his eyes dropping slightly as the pleasure of praise sunk within his veins. "Though I doubt they would see much, my damn sleeve blocks even my view." You grumbled beneath your breath, your free hand hoisting up your long sleeve yet again as your preoccupied hand continued to twist upon the leaking length, the sleeve soon drooping down—sheathing the king's cock from the night's air and the heat of your gaze.

An annoyed tsk fell from your lips as you attempted to fix your sleeve again, yet to no avail. The smooth silk continued to sway around Aragorn's throbbing cock, occasionally gliding against it as your hand sunk to his base, making a shiver roam down his spine at the pleasurable sensation.

"Mistress, please." He whined, the weight of his head falling back, tilting against the harsh wooden wall behind him as his cock continued to pulsate in your hand. The creamy liquid coated his length entirely, making the motions of your hand even smoother upon his hardness.

"Please what?" You purred as you leaned closer to him, the floor creaking under the shifting of weight as your hand continued to circle his throbbing member. "Use your words like a good whore. Tell me what you want, pet." The heat of your breath grazed the shell of his ear, causing more droplets of his pre-pleasure to leak from the slit of his reddened head.

"Please fuck me." He groaned in pleasure, his eyes looping towards the back of his skull as he felt your hand tighten around his throbbing cock; you could feel each beat of his heart within your palm. "I cannot take it any longer. Please, mistress." His pitiful whines only furthered the grin upon your lips; the mighty King Elessar here, in such a compromising position, begging for your cunt like a pathetic little whore.

"Aw, you want my pussy around your cock? Squeezing all around it while I use it for my pleasure, hm?" The words left your mouth in a teasing purr, yet the king did not deny it. A blur of auburn locks rapidly bobbing filled your view before he weakly leaned back against the wooden wall, his chest rising and falling at an uneven speed as he tried to resist painting your hand white with his seed from your words alone.

"Gods..." He whimpered out, his body quivering in pleasure at the thought of your wet walls wrapped around his thickened cock; gliding up and down it, making it glisten under the moonlight as your warmth enveloped him. "The gods aren't here right now, pet." You hummed, leaning even closer to him as your grip tightened around his sensitive member, causing him to hiss in a mixture of pain and pleasure at the sharp tightness.

"Tell me you want it." You breathed into him, lips grazing against the sensitive shell of his ear before they enveloped the lobe for a moment, surrounding his flesh for a split second before your teeth encased them, tugging the flesh downwards, causing the king to groan in pleasure.

"I want it—fuck!" The hand that fiddled with the smooth sleeve of your gown dipped downwards, finding its way where the full sack of his seed rested to which it cupped in a firm grasp. "Shit—I need it, mistress. I need you." He whined in pleasure as your hands continued to stimulate him. One toying with the length of his aching cock as the other massaged his sack, toying with the balls as you rubbed them within your smooth palm.

"That's what I thought." You hummed, your grasp tightening around both manhood and sack for a moment—earning a hiss of pleasure from the king—before you released both. The chill of the night air nipped against Aragorn's sensitive flesh, his cock twitching slightly at the lack of warmth as it drooped ever so slightly without the support of your palm.

The soft swish of fabric hoisted up caught Aragorn's attention, his glazed-over icy eyes slowly fluttering back open to a glorious sight before him: you lifting the skirt of your gown and positioning yourself before him. You reached forward, the warmth of your hand once again encasing the ranger's throbbing cock as you brought the oozing tip to your dampened entrance.

But, instead of sliding the aching tip into the warmth of your cunt, you decided to tease him. Slowly rubbing the angry head against your dripping hole, tapping it against where it so desperately desired to sink into as you looked back at your beloved; his face twisted with a mixture of lust and annoyance.

"Mistress." He whined, it was a pathetic sound you loved to hear him make. It was almost amusing to you how easily you could turn such an admired king into a whining little bitch from the promise of your cunt.

"Patience, my love." You continued to rub the head of his cock against your open entrance, earning an annoyed groan from your desperate pet. Normally, Aragorn would relish in your teasing, the anticipation of sinking into your cunt, yet the influence of the wine had made him very impatient. He needed you now.

The floor creaked under the shifting of his weight as he attempted to slide into you, thrusting into the palm of your head and nearly piercing your entrance with the oozing head of his cock—yet it did not enter.

"Ah, ah, ah." You tsked as you inched back slightly; the grasp you held upon his cock tightened in a warning hold, causing the man to groan in further desperation. Before Aragorn could utter a single complaint, your free hand darted up to his hair, tangling within his auburn locks. "Did I give you permission to do that?" "N-No..." The word quivered upon Aragorn's lips as what he had done slowly sunk in.

"No, what?" You questioned, your tone dripping with assertion as your grasp upon his hair tightened. The soft sting of your nails digging into his scalp caused his cock to twitch within your palm. "N-No, mistress. I am so sorry, mistress." The words left his lips in a nervous, humiliated quiver as his pupils dilated in a mixture of anxiety and arousal. A pathetic little whore, that's what he was. Your pathetic whore.

A mocking laugh rumbled within your chest as you snagged at the auburn strands, forcing his head to the side and exposing the clean flesh of his neck. No longer did it bare the marks of your teeth, the wordless brand that he was yours and yours alone, but now it stood as plain flesh. "You want to fuck your mistress, do you, whore?" A question wordlessly answered with an attempt to nod, his smooth locks rubbing into your palm as he stared at you like a hungered man placed before a feast.

"You are lucky I am feeling generous tonight." The warmth of your palm departed from his cock, yet again, yet your other remained tangled within his auburn locks. The front of your gown had managed to stay hoisted up despite your actions, leaving the ranger whimpering in desire at the sight of your exposed cunt. "You better make this worth my while."

Within a moment of the warning words leaving your lips, you were soon pressed against the wooden wall—backed into the corner as the ranger hoisted one of your legs around his waist, ensuring it circled him firmly as he aligned the tip of his cock with your center. His movements stalled for a moment, his icy eyes locking onto yours, searching for your approval, and with a simple nod of your head, he allowed his thickness to sink into your welcoming walls.

Though you had felt this stretch countless times before, it was as pleasant as the first time. Aragorn's cock slowly sunk into the wetness of your cunt, pushing in inch by inch until the bones of his hips pressed into yours: tearing through your inner walls, stretching them to a satisfying fullness, as the sturdiness of his arms encased you.

His hips remained stagnant for a few moments as he savored the sensation of your cunt gripping him. It was wet, warm, and welcoming—clinging all around him as the weight of his body leaned into you, seeking to be even deeper in the warmth of your grasp.

"Fuck..." He breathed, the heat of his breath grazing against the nape of your neck as he continued to press into you. The harsh prickle of his beard tickled the crook of your neck as he buried his face within it.

Though you loved to see the king in such a vulnerable state, relishing in the heaven that was your cunt, your patience was waning. With a huff of your plump lips, you slowly rolled your hips—forcing an even deeper stretch, one that made the ranger whimper against your neck.

"I said fuck me, not stand there like an idiot." You huffed as your hips rose and fell against his, gliding upon his cock as if it was nothing but another toy for your pleasure within your collection—after all, that's what he was. Your pleasure toy first, husband second. "Or are you too stupid to fuck me properly?" The ranger's cock twitched against your inner walls as you mocked him, feeling every ounce of his cock throbbing within you. The large vein that curved upon it throbbed in pleasure as you berated him, as another pathetic whimper vibrated against the crook of your neck.

"I can't help it." He whined, no longer sounding like the regal king he was at the beginning of the night—turned into a pathetic little fuck toy for the woman who slid upon his cock. "You feel so good, mistress." He continued to babble excuses against your neck, his calloused hands grasping at your arms, clinging onto you like a sailor to a piece of plywood stranded at sea.

The sudden sting of your hand snatching his hair, nails pricking against his scalp, as you tugged his head to the side caused his cock to stir inside of you again. The vein upon the middle throbbing in excitement, droplets of his nearing release oozing out, staining your inner walls.

"I said: fuck me. Not babble like an idiot." You hissed, the grasp held upon his auburn locks tightening—earning a hiss of pleasure from the ranger as his hips finally began to rock into yours. "That's a good boy." You purred, the grasp upon his hair remaining firm as his hips bucked into yours.

Each thrust was slow and deep, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein upon his throbbing, thick cock as he slowly split your inner walls open. A faint sheen of sweat began to form upon your forehead as the ranger continued his thrusts, making your skin glisten under the faint glow of candlelight; making you appear more heavenly than before.

"There we go, just like that." Your hums of pleasure further encouraged the motions the ranger held within his hips; a slight burn began to spread throughout his lower abdomen as his balls tightened slightly—threatening to spill his heavily stowed seed into your willing womb, yet he attempted to resist the lull of release. The squelching sound of your pleasure bounced throughout the woodland halls, likely falling within the ears of every elf in the presence of the celebrations—yet you worried not of it, simply sinking into the deep stretch of the ranger's cock pounding inside of your core.

The swollen, leaking tip of his cock continued to pound away inside of you—grazing against your most sensitive spot. In response to the grazing, your inner walls tightened their moist grasp around his throbbing member as a moan fell from your lips, a sound that nearly pushed the ranger over the edge.

"Aw, are you about to cum?" You cooed, the words oozing with mock care as Aragorn's hips quivered against yours. His tightened balls were slick with the essence of your pleasure as they tapped against your cunt as his aching, desperate cock delved deeper within you. "Y-Yes, mistress." The words left his lips in a shaky breath, the weight of his head quivered within your smooth palm as your grasp upon it tightened further.

"Are you really that pathetic that you cannot fuck me for five minutes without bursting?" The lids of Aragorn's eyes fluttered together tightly, a desperate attempt to restrain himself from emptying his seed within your core. The muscles within his abdomen clenched tightly as he continued to carve his cock within the heavenly embrace of your dripping walls, desperate to be good, desperate to please you. "Do it." You breathed into his ear, causing all motion within his hips to stall as the lids of his eyes flew open.

The weight of his lower jaw dropped, his eyes widening as large as the full moon in the sky as he stood there—mindlessly staring at you. "I—you—what?" He breathed; the nonsensical babbling left his lips in a quiver as his mind struggled to process what you were asking of him. You wanted him to spill his seed within you?

"I said do it." The heat of your breath grazed against the shell of his ear, his hips jutting up into yours mindlessly as your leg tightened around his waist. "Cum in me like the pathetic whore you are." That was all it took for the dam of the ranger's seed to break, bursting into your cunt like an endless river as rope after rope of hot, white liquid poured stained the walls of your womb.

His body trembled within your grasp, the harshness of his nails dug into the smooth silk of your deep blue gown as he continued to splooge ropes of his hot seed deep within your core; rushing to your womb.

"Fuck..." He hissed in pleasure as the grip of your inner walls tightened around him, clenching your inner walls in tauntingly pleasurable sensation for a few moments before releasing and clenching again; allowing his seed to rush even deeper within your core. "Such a pathetic little slut." You breathed, the corners of your lips returning into a smug grin as your gaze narrowed at the man.

A mixture of lust and false annoyance flashed within your eyes, yet you could not deny how pleasurable the warmth of his seed felt within your womb.

"So fucking pathetic, can't fuck me for five seconds without cumming like a little bitch in heat." You continued, making him whine in pleasure, his cock twitching within your core at the degrading. "I am sorry, mistress." He mewled pathetically as his face burnt with embarrassment, his hips mindlessly jutting against yours as his slightly softened cock continued to push his seed within you.

"Show me how sorry you are." You breathed as you tugged at his auburn locks, forcing his head to arch further away from your neck—the burning snag of your grasp toying with his sensitive scalp caused his cock to reharden within you. "Make me cum, and I'll forgive you."

A renewed energy spread throughout Aragorn's body at your command, the speed at which his hips moved quickly turned rapid as his cock pounded away inside of your core earning a surprised squeak to fall from your plump lips.

His aching cock carved itself deep within your walls, the leaking head of his cock thumped against the most special spongy spots within your core in a repeated pattern as his grasp tightened around you—desperate to hold himself back from spewing his seed inside you again, and even more so desperate to give you the pleasure in the manner you had trained him to.

As he continued to pound away inside of you, one of his hands dropped from you and slipped down to the sensitive flesh of your cunt—the heat of your arousal emanated off of it, a sign that he was pleasuring you despite the little sounds of pleasure that left your lips.

You found yourself getting lost in the unintentional pattern of the ranger's hips, sinking into every thrust as the weight of your head tilted back against the wooden wall. It was easy to forget that you were in the halls of the woodland elves, only the muffled cheers of their celebration and varied footsteps that ended just short of you brought you back to the reality of how close you were to getting caught—yet that did not cease your arousal. The squelching sound of your cunt grew louder as the pattern of footsteps grew even louder as the slap of the ranger's hips meeting your own echoed throughout the halls.

"More." You breathed, your voice no louder than a whisper, but not out of fear; out of pleasure. "Give me more. Be a good little fuck toy and make me scream." A command that was promptly heard, the ranger's hand no longer hovered above your heat but now connected with it as the tips of his calloused fingers made contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your back arched at the sensation as Aragorn began to toy with your clit, applying a faint amount of pleasure to the twitching bundle of nerves as he began to massage it in a circle. The sound of your arousal grew even louder from his touch, the silence your lips held now a slew of groaned praises of pleasure as the wetness of your cunt echoed throughout the woodland halls for all to hear.

The air within the halls weighed heavy upon you as a familiar static sensation began to spread throughout your core, as your hips mindlessly rose and fell under Aragorn's touch as you used him for your nearing pleasure.

"That's it, right there." You breathed, your voice rising in pitch as the throbbing head of his cock continued to abuse your spongy spot. The tips of your toes began to curl as a familiar tingling, nearly burning sensation rose within you. The grasp you held upon the back of his head tightened further, a desperate attempt to remain upright as your pleasure neared.

With each stroke of his cock, you grew more sensitive. Each twitch and throb was a steady beat, a song that led you in the dance of pleasure as you neared the endless abyss of what was to come. You attempted to withhold for a few moments longer, wishing to hear him whimper a few more times before breaking yourself, yet with each punch of his cock into your core you grew weaker and weaker.

Within a matter of moments, you were thrown over the edge; a howl of pleasure escaping your lips as the pressure within your core bursted, coating his length and balls with the sweet nectar of your pleasure. Your body shivered in pleasure, waves of ecstasy roaming throughout your veins as your inner walls fluttered around his aching cock, pushing him over the edge yet again.

A small bump distended from your lower abdomen as the familiar, hot gush of his thick seed flooded your core yet again. Drenching the inner walls of your womb with the endless cups of cum you had forbidden him from spilling days prior.

As the static within your mind began to clear, the stars within your eyes slowly fading away, you released the grasp upon his head. Reddened marks of your nails painted his lightly tanned scalp, a marking of your pleasure that was thankfully hidden from the eyes of most—though his tousled hair was enough proof of what had transpired if one had not heard the previous moans.

"That was..." An amused laugh fell from your lips as he attempted to speak yet the pleasure left him unable, his mind still in a cum-drunken trance as his body quivered within the night's air. "Alright, lover boy, let's get cleaned up before someone walks by." You spoke as you dropped his leg from your waist. A stream of white, hot liquid flowed forth from your aching cunt as you slid his throbbing member out of you—earning a displeased whimper from the king, yet he knew better than to utter a single complaint while you were holding his cock.

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As the celebrations began to die down, various elves passed out upon tables and the floor, the King of Gondor and his beloved bride attempted to slip back into the festivities unrecognized.

But they had forgotten of the sharpness of elves' eyes.

"I knew it!" The golden-haired elf boasted, his arms thrust up in the air in victory nearly causing him to spill his goblet of wine upon the raven-haired princess to his right.

"You two could not wait another five minutes?" The elven princess grumbled, her sapphire eyes narrowing in displeasure as she raised her goblet to her lips. Drowning her displeasure of losing in the bitter taste of wine.

"You two knew?" Aragorn questioned, the pitch of his voice rising slightly as it slowly dawned upon him that his elven companions had heard what transpired in the hall. "Knew of it, bet on it. Potato, potato as the hobbits would say." Legolas spoke, his shoulder rising and falling in casualty as the lady of Rivendell grumbled into her wine.

"I cannot believe you allowed him to fuck you so easily! I aided you in finding a gown!" Arwen huffed, her plump lips protruding outwards in a slight pout as her narrowed gaze focused on you.

"I waited as long as I could, my lady. I grew impatient." You spoke, grabbing a goblet of wine from a nearby table as you approached the trio. A familiar heat returned to the king's face as it slowly dawned upon him that his own wife had bet upon his eagerness to bed her. "You were in on this?" His voice was no louder than a whisper, yet as squeaky as a mouse.

The blur of your head nodding caused the heat within Aragorn's cheeks to burn righter, nearly matching the shade of rouge within the elven princess' cup.

"She offered me half her winnings if I aided her." You explained casually, allowing the sweet tang of wine to trickle into your mouth as the elven prince gloated about his winnings.

The king of Gondor stood there mindlessly, his face as red as wine as one thought looped within his mind: elves and their damned betting.

[queers-gambit]

Commander

prompt: ( requested ) being on opposite sides of the Rings eventually sends your husband back into your arms, and between your legs. haha, nice.

pairing: Elrond x female!wife!reader

fandom masterlist: The Rings of Power

word count: 4.6k+

note: it is NOT said (that i've heard) that Elrond wears his father's cloak - that's just author being sentimental.

warnings: not edited, some obvious angst, mostly hurt and comfort, romance, established relationship, small relationship angst, smut, is this a Commander kink? i'm not sure. small spoilers, sibling reader.

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The trees of Lindon glimmered gold and winked in the sunlight as vibrant veins of restored Light flowed through them all. It was a gorgeous sight; one you were happy to bask in after nearly losing it to the dark depths of evil corrupting Middle-earth. The only reason you had this glorious sight of twinkling beauty was because you had alined yourself with Galadriel and Celebrimbor about the distribution and use of the Elven Rings of Power - though you did not wish to claim one.

You merely desired the salvation of your people on this Middle-earth the Valar gifted The Children of Ilúvatar.

In order to support the Rings, you had to oppose the only person you had ever loved unconditionally, and nothing hurt like that. Despite the pain, disruption, turmoil, the angst it put you and Elrond through, you did not waver in your opinion - but he did not relent in his stance, either.

That was usually a quality you adored in your husband; how stubborn, strong, enduring, passionate, educated, and unrelenting he was. Yet for this, you were beyond frustrated.

You remembered the look of utter betrayal in his eyes when he stormed away the day the Rings were all claimed by Círdan, Gil-Galad, and Galadriel. He couldn't look at you, on those stairs, opposing him and defending the Rings. So, he fled the scene - unable to hide how displeased, unhappy, and horrified he felt.

After that, the two of you began to bicker over simple, common, mundane, marital situations; he instigated fights, prolonged arguments, even lit purposeful fires to force you into verbal altercations. You argued endlessly, needlessly, heatedly about things that voices didn't need raised for. Tension followed you everywhere, filled every room, and after just a few nights... Elrond decided he couldn't sleep in your shared chambers any longer.

You had returned from duty to find him sending several cases of his personal belongings away, freezing when he realized you had caught him. He looked akin to a startled animal. "I did not mean for you to see this," he offered stiffly as if embarrassed, "I-I thought you were on patrol."

"I was switched to the nightshift," you explained meekly, watching servants stream from the room with their arms full of his desired effects. "W-What's going on? What're you doing?"

Elrond sighed, unable to meet your eyes for several long minutes. Then, he licked his lips, nodded, and told you, "I just figured, considering the state of affairs, we'd benefit - "

"Our marriage isn't an 'affair', Elrond!" You snapped, tears filling your eyes. "We're just in a strange state, couples are allowed to disagree, there's a lot unknown - "

"I can't stay here anymore, love, and watch how much I'm hurting you," his head shook. "You think you're silent, but I hear your weeping. I know you avoid coming to bed because I'm there first. You used to pin my robes in the morning, and now, I'm lucky if I even catch a glimpse of your skirt as you rush out the door as I wake. We're not happy anymore, Y/N..."

You froze, lungs shriveling into nothing, shock pumping into your system. "Yo-You're not happy?" You stuttered, stumbling back a couple steps as if he had brandished a sword.

Elrond just stared at you, asking, "Are you? Truly?"

"Generally, yes! I am certainly not so unhappy that I want us apart! This is just a difficult position we're in, but we will get past it, Elrond, we always do!"

"This isn't just a difficult position," he snapped, shocking you back another single step. "We're at odds, starshine, and I hate to admit it. But this is bigger than us, than our love - this is fundamental - "

"And about more than us! Yes! That's what I'm thinking of, Elrond, our people!"

"And what of Sauron? What of his influence upon the Rings!?"

"What of the good they've done? What of the connection?"

"What do you mean - "

"Galadriel!" You snapped. "The obvious connection the Ring amplifies within her! There is a grave new sense she and the other Ringer Bearers have. She can use this Ring to-to-to sense evil, perhaps even see ahead of the enemy! It might be his influence, but aren't we stronger? Stronger than him, together?"

"Those who wear the Rings - "

"You speak of your former mentor, the Elven High King, and your greatest friend. Which of them will you predict to fall?"

"After Galadriel’s already fallen prey - "

"But she is the wiser, the stronger for it! She is thrice as determined before! Why must these Rings divide us, Elrond? Why can we not simply say we leave all politics at the door when we are together?"

Sadly, slowly, he shuffled closer and reached out to caress your cheek. "I love you, my star," he reminded, "but in knowing your stance, I cannot allow us to continue being so destructive to each other. Support the Rings, my love," he lowered his forehead to yours, "but I cannot stand at your side while you do so... Not when I know of Sauron's influence..."

You pulled back, sniffling down the tears that surfaced to nod with a sarcastic smile. "I thought when we took our vows of matrimony, we'd hold true... But I can see, you do not intend to see us through this bog."

"That's where you're wrong," he snarled, stepping closer to hold both of your upper arms and jostle you slightly, "don't you see? Don't you understand? We need the space or we'll keep hurting one another, and I don't know if there's a way for us to heal after that. As of now, we stand a chance, but only if we curate distance - so we need to proceed individually as we need best."

His reasoning was logical, but you were beyond hurt by his departure. Perhaps it was for the best; especially when the High King decided to send a scouting party after Sauron, anointing Elrond as Commander, and upon the news, you panicked. Like, fully broke down in worried tears, alone. Yet you did not go to him, you did not speak out, you just accepted the High King's command and gathered in the courtyard with any other loved ones wishing the company safe travels.

Yet Elrond just looked at you sadly and lifted his hand in parting before turning to lead his comrades out of Lindon.

You shed a single tear as High King Gil-galad was felt at your flank, slowly entering your peripheral. "They have passed out of my sight," you informed him, voice trembling.

"I know of the strife between you and Commander Elrond..." the King trailed off, "But I would like to commend you for remaining a pillar in your belief. These Rings," he showed his, "are a power and force we do not yet understand in full."

"Perhaps, in time," you agreed, sniffling. "If you would excuse me, my King."

He agreed, letting you go; and all you could do was return to your chambers and throw yourself into your pillows for a good cry. After a single day or moping, you got up and got back to work; working with the other trusted advisors to devise battle strategies, evacuation plans, and whatever else you could do preemptively. You didn't know how long Elrond was gone for because after leaving your chambers, you scarcely saw him - something you suspect was on purpose. All you knew was that he was gone and you missed him.

"Sister!"

You looked up when Tinnriel, or Tinnie, rushed into the council room. "What's wrong?" You asked in alarm, straightening up to take her in arms.

"I-I saw - I saw Elrond - he's on his way here - "

"Slow down," you pleaded.

"Something's wrong!" She sneered at you, pushing your arms down. "I've been telling you for weeks! But you do not listen! To myself or your husband!"

"Oh, not this again, Tinnie, I've told you - "

"That it is paranoia, yes, I've heard you, but you and Elrond are at odds! That's not my paranoia! You two never feud, he's been gone days and now returns, looking worse for wear!"

"High King, I apologize for my sister's interruption - "

"She's not wrong," Gil-galad muttered, making you pause.

"My King?"

"You are not wrong, Tinnie," He addressed your sister, finding her eyes and holding her hostage by a single look, "for I have felt the darkness, too. There is something amiss, I will agree, but..."

"It is the Rings!" She insisted.

"Oh, not this again!" You snarled, seizing her upper arm. "Out! Now! You will still your tongue before the King!"

"High King!" You heard Elrond calling, rushing down the hall you were surging up. He spoke your name, "Where are you going?"

"To have a word - "

"This is much more important. Trust me, please! With me, now!" He breezed past you, but caught your free arm in his hold - pulling you after him and forcing you to release Tinnie. "High King," Elrond addressed as he lead you back into the room, your younger sister lingering in the doorway to listen, "the Orcs are not in Mordor."

"Elrond, our reports - "

"We've encountered them!" Elrond cut you off, making you silence yourself out of sheer curiosity; not accustomed to seeing him so disheveled and manic... So authoritative. "A legion of them are headed for Eregion." He pulled out Nenya, showing the King, "My wife and Galadriel were right! They were right! You must send the army to Eregion this moment."

Your head bowed in disappointment, wishing beyond wishful thought that you had been gifted with foresight - then you could've seen this, withheld the Elven Armies from marching to Mordor, been better prepared. Elrond noted your silence first, ready to question you, when the High King stiffly informed, "That will not be possible. I have reason to believe that Sauron is the architect of all this."

Choosing his words carefully, Elrond argued slightly, "High King, Eregion is the very jewel of Elvendom. If it were to fall, it would be a mortal blow for all in Middle-earth. You must send aid!"

"Our armies cannot defeat both Adar and Sauron. Not alone."

Something clicked in your mind, straightening up and taking hold of Elrond's arm. You bowed your head in agreement, "Of course, High King, we understand. Allow me the day to catch my husband up on recent events, we might reconvene later - "

"I shall send for you when a decision has been made," Gil-galad waved off, you all but shoving Elrond from the room; almost tripping over Tinnie.

"Go, go, go, just go," you muttered to the two in Sindarin, releasing Elrond's arm - surprise coloring your features when he snatched your hand into his. Yet you did not comment. At the end of the hall, you halted them both, being aware of the stationed guards, keeping your voice low, "Tinnie, go attend to the rest of Commander Elrond's company. I imagine they'll need food, rest, perhaps aid?"

"Camnir was shot with an arrow..." Elrond muttered, "But Galadriel healed him."

"How?" Tinnie squeaked.

"Nenya... I saw it myself..."

You sighed, "Tinnie, please?"

She nodded, "Shall I speak to them?"

"They will want to give their account, please take record for the King," you instructed, Elrond's hand tightening in yours almost unconsciously.

"What're you going to do?"

"Speak with my husband," you sighed.

"No, I mean... If you and Galadriel were right, if the Orcs are marching on Eregion... What're you going to do?"

"We have much to discuss before a decision can be made," Elrond told her, tone hardened, "now, please, Tinnie, go."

Tinnie noticed the darker, deeper baritone to his voice and instantly nodded and scurried away towards the front gates. "How far back did you leave your company?" You asked softly, watching the last of Tinnie's skirts sweep around the corner.

"Far enough. Come," he directed, turning to start down the pathway; leading you towards the quarters you once shared. Yet before you could enter, you reared back; yanking his hand, his concerned expression turning down in gentle aggravation. "What's the matter?" He asked.

"You don't live here anymore."

Elrond heaved a great sigh, turning to you, "Truly? You wish to do this now?"

"For weeks, you've picked arguments. You've been combative, irritable, spiteful. You... You chose a ring over me - "

"That's not true - "

"How would you phrase it then!?"

"I chose ethics! Morality! You chose a Ring of Power, not just a ring!" He barked at you, both cracking under the pressure the Ring had subjected your marriage to.

"And look where it lead! You come storming in, declaring Galadriel and I are right to the High King, and now... Now it sounds as if you still defend your decision!"

"I do."

You shook off his grip, "Then perhaps we might find somewhere more neutral to discuss matters?"

Elrond heaved a sigh, "What's wrong with our rooms - your rooms? What's wrong with your rooms?"

"Exactly that, they're mine. Not ours. It seems, no matter where I look, I am reminded that my husband didn't love me enough - "

"Don't you ever say that again!" Elrond snarled, leering over you; back to a bannister, bending you back slightly as you refused to back down - keeping him in front of you. He was heaving for breath, body trembling; proximity allowing you to count the pores clogged by dirt, blood, and grime. "You may hold all the anger you wish, but never accuse me of something so heinous, impossible, untrue. So unfathomable."

"Then prove me wrong!" You fired back, shoving at his abdomen to force him back a step so you could righten yourself off the bannister. "You proved to me your anger, now prove your love! Your remorse! Show me an apology, do not just say it! You looked at me with such hate, Elrond, and you left our rooms, you left me - over a matter of opinion! Do you know what that felt like? What pain that caused? You swore to me - "

"I know what our vows were!" He snapped, tears tinging his eyes red; the air hot between your mouths as you both seethed in anger. "I know what we promised, but never did I think Sauron would return, let alone offer such threat!"

"I am beginning to think you are angry about something else! Is it Galadriel - "

"It's me!"

You were startled into silence, his voice echoing down the hall as his facial expression turned angry. Elrond turned from you to pace himself in a semi-circle, and for whatever reason, you softly questioned, "Where's your cloak?"

"What?" Elrond scoffed, having created distance that you closed to lay your hand on his bicep.

"Your father's cloak, Elrond, where is it?"

"I do not know - I don't..." His head shook, looking annoyed with himself. So, you sighed and nodded, dropped your hand to his and laced your fingers together before leading him into your quarters. "Don't - "

"Just come in," you nudged his shoulder, encouraging him into the room as you shut the doors and drew all curtains to keep your conversation private. You locked the main doors.

"You rearranged?" He noted, stalking around the room; slotting himself between furniture as he silently judged it all.

"Just trying something new, I can't sleep most nights and need something to occupy my mind," you explained, shutting the balcony doors, too. With a sigh, you spun on the spot and implored, "What did you mean, Elrond, when I questioned what you were angry about and said it's you? Please, talk to me. We did not talk about Nenya, and now..." You sighed deeply.

Elrond seemingly remembered he still had the Ring, looking at it in his flat palm with what you could only describe as terror. His eyes lifted to yours, asking, "Do you have a chain?"

With a nod, you ventured to your personal jewelry box and located a glittering braided chain; approaching him to gently drop it in a coiled pile beside Nenya. His hand shook, hating the feeling of the Ring... So, you gently took his hand to steady it and asked, "Tell me what you meant."

Elrond watched you thread the Ring onto the chain. "You're right, thinking my anger is sourced elsewhere... It's not Galadriel, per se - though, I am angry, for varying reasons. But it's me - I'm angry at myself."

"Why?"

"I did not see..."

You lifted the two ends of the chain slowly to his chest, but when he flinched, you reminded, "Galadriel entrusted it to you, nobody else should keep it." He nodded in acceptance, so, you lifted the necklace again, asking, "What didn't you see, Elrond?"

"Halbrand... While in Eregion, making the Rings, he helped Lord Celebrimbor and I, it was... He was there the whole time... So very present, innocent - feigning a King of Men - "

"Halbrand is Sauron."

"He is," Elrond confirmed, "and I did not see it."

"You are angry Sauron the Deceiver deceived you!?" You gaped, hooking the chain and retracting your arms. "Elrond, do you hear yourself? You are victim, none of you knew!"

"But the Rings - they work! You were right!"

"Elrond - "

"It's why I'm angry," he admitted, "because the Rings work, I've seen it, but also because I did not see Sauron for who he was."

"None of us did," you whispered, seeing the struggle behind his eyes.

"I couldn't protect them, either."

"Who?"

"Well, now, none of us - but Lord Celebrimbor and Galadriel specifically; they were with us, with Sauron. I..." He sighed deeply, "I did not see, now we all suffer - "

"We do not suffer, we are fighting back," you cut him off now, his sad eyes finding yours. "And you, our Commander, because you alone feel responsible for our entire salvation. You will lead us, Elrond," his head shook in refusal, making you insist, "no, listen - hear my words. You will lead our people, command legions of Elves, because you have proven strong and determined enough. Since you realized the truth of Sauron, you have fought tooth and nail for the rest of us - even me, you fought me - to see the truth. We have all been blinded, deceived, and now, we all must fight, but trust that the Rings... With the darkness they bring, they must also bring light - it is not just Sauron alone in them, but you all. Which means, in the grandest scheme, all your good overpowers Sauron's bad - proven by the Light of the Valar returning. By Camnir's rescue."

"I fought..." He whispered, reaching for your face - neither of you moving away, wanting the comfort, "At a time my words were needed most. And now, it's too late."

"It's never too late, Elrond, or have you not been paying attention?" You chortled lightly, sighing as you pet over his tunic; manicured nails gently fiddling with Nenya in admiration as it glimmered in the candlelight. "I... Had an idea I want your opinion on. Born of the High King's decision to send he army to Morodor..."

He nodded, stepping closer so his hand fully caressed your cheek and slid to hold the back of your neck. "Speak it," he whispered, "tell your Commander."

You could not repress the shiver of attraction even if you tried. He leered over you, holding you tenderly, close, pressing you closer as his eyes dared you to lose your train of thought. "We seek help... From the Dwarves, from Prince Durin," you whispered, "for they hold Sauron's Rings, they will need our aid in time - we just need theirs first."

"You would have me go above our King?"

"I would have you lead us, Commander."

Elrond smirked slightly, free arm coiling around your waist to hoist you into his embrace. "Something sounds as if you... Like this new position of mine?"

"It suits you - authority, I mean."

"Oh?"

"Being decisive," you listed as Elrond moved forward, walking you backward, "assertive, argumentative... It's a good look."

"Then are you ready to listen to your Commander?"

"At once, sir."

He paused you, lips hovering over yours; demanding of your ears only, "Strip."

"My Lord - "

"Aht," he tutted, pulling back; leaving you cemented in place.

"Commander," you amended, watching him nod subtly. Slowly, your hands lifted to start unlacing your corset; his eyes dark and concentrated, watching each movement you made. Elrond stood with his shoulders squared, hands clasped in front of him, feet spread apart; ensuring you were operating to his level of completion.

"All of it," he told you when down to your small clothes; pausing your venture onto the bed behind you.

So, you stripped those off, too. He nodded in approval, watching you teasingly turn to crawl onto the bed and settle in the middle of the mattress - facing him. Elrond's eyes locked with yours, only straying when your legs slowly spread to reveal your sweetest point for his viewing pleasure. His shoulders heaved upward as he drew in breath, lifting his chin, eyes darting around to note the speckling of honey collecting between your legs.

"Touch yourself," Elrond demanded, reaching for his weapons belt and unhooking it.

"Where, Commander?"

He smirked and simply repeated, "Touch. Yourself. If you can't take direction..."

You didn't question him again, watching him slowly unlatch the belts and hooks of his uniform; deft fingers rubbing through your wetness as others came up to pinch your nipple and roll the bud. Elrond shed his boots, discarding them to the side; tunics yanked from his bare torso, leaving the glittering jewelry around his neck. A moan escaped as you dipped your fingers within your cunt as Elrond ripped his trousers open - then paused. He admired the sight of you splayed out, both hands at work, watching him undress.

In Sindarin, Elrond questioned, "Are we still at odds, my starlight?"

You whined, replying, "If you're not inside me in the next minute, Commander, we will be."

Elrond chuckled and shucked his trousers from his hips, down his thighs, then stepping out of them. "Do you forgive me, my star?"

"Nothing to forgive."

"Don't feed me that," he reprimanded, stepping up to mount the bed; his own hand beginning to fondle his reddening cock, stroking himself to straining life. "I have wronged you and your Commander intends to show he is remorseful. Tell him how."

"Move back in," you pleaded, reaching for him as he allowed himself to hover over you, "and do not leave me - not again."

His breath exhaled against your lips, settling to lay against you while a single leg bent to secure his hips on yours. "Never," Elrond agreed, "but I'll need to hear you say it."

"Is that a command?"

Elrond smirked and lined himself up to notch his cockhead at your cunt's mouth; sinking in as he answered, "Of course, it is." You gasped and slapped a hand up to hold his flushing neck, mouth wide at the familiar sting; public hair grinding together as his balls pinned between you, cock fully sheathed. "You've been given a command, my star," he grunted in your ear, "don't disappoint your Commander now."

Like all Elves, your ears had increased sensitivity; creating a legion of goose flesh to shoot across your flesh. Without breath, you affirmed in his ear, "I-I forgive you - fuck - I forgive you, my love. Don't leave me," you whimpered, "and I forgive you."

"What side do you remain?"

You whined, "Yours, yours, my husband, I remain on your side, Commander."

"And will you obey your Commander?"

"Until the end," you nodded, his lips finally findings yours. A sharp whimper ripped from your lungs as Elrond retracted his hips, thrusting into you at his own set, even pace; lips messily sliding against each other from tongues and spit. "You were gone too long," you managed to whisper.

"We won't be apart that long again," he grit, grunting as he held your thigh in a bruising-grip, "I swear it - "

"You can't - "

"I swear it," he gnashed your bottom lip between his teeth, making you gasp in pain and shock before moaning when he suckled at the mark. Softly, he released your lips, whispering, "I promise, we won't be. We go together from now on."

Nenya dangled between you, tracing around your chest from his aggressive thrusting; you agreeing with a nod, "Together."

"Now," Elrond grunted, "'M not gonna last, pet, gonna need you t'cum with me - together."

"Yes, Commander," you moaned, seeing the way his eyes fluttered; cheeks, neck, and ears blushing bright as his orgasm mounted, trying in vain to hold back. Seeing the almost involuntary reaction your words caused, your hand found Elrond's cheek and directed his eyes to yours, encouraging, "I'm so close, Commander, you make me feel so good, so full, it's been so long - too long! I'm right there, my love, my Commander, please - "

"Ah," Elrond hissed through his teeth, "yes, love, I'm there, too; right there, right there - "

"Cum in me... That's a command, Commander," you demanded in his ear, and it was all that was wrote. Elrond bucked wildly his last few thrusts, pinning you to the mattress; your own orgasm triggered by the flooding of warmth filling your too-empty womb.

"O-Oh," he stuttered, humping into you in languid thrusts before slowing to a shivering halt. You watched Elrond try to regulate his breathing, wrapping your arms around him in an instant to bring him in close; resting him on your chest while your one arm wrapped around him, the other threading into his curls. "I love you," he whispered into your flesh.

"I love you, too," you affirmed. Then, while toying with the sweat-curled ringlets of his hair, you mused softly, "You need a cut."

"You told me for years to grow it out, now you want me to cut it?"

"No, I don't want you to; I just know, you prefer a cleaner crop."

"I've... Grown fond of the look."

You smirked, "That is relieving to hear."

Elrond sighed and slowly lifted off you; only enough to help maneuver you so he didn't have to pullout of your cunt but could still hold you as the big spoon. "So... Prince Durin, is it?" He asked in your ear.

You smirked, "Why not? He is a friend, his father wields a Ring of Power... He would more incentive to help than others. And the Dwarves are formidable in battle, it could help turn the tides, by uniting the Free Peoples of Middle-earth. Elf, Dwarf, Man..."

"What alliance of Men would - "

"We do not speak of Men, we speak of Prince Durin," you reminded him; his face nuzzling into your neck. "I think you should go in person. To plead the severity of our situation, how dire the need for aid is. To convey our desperation."

"The High King - "

"Leave him to me," you insisted, holding his arms around you. "I know we just agreed to not part ways, but you need to parlay with Prince Durin and I will keep Gil-galad at bay. When Durin agrees to march to our aid in Eregion, we march our remaining forces against Adar and meet the Dwarves on the field."

"It sounds good..."

"But?"

"Is it possible?"

"We will have to work in tandem, but I would assume the King would not argue asking for aid. I'll inform him of your departure and intention after you've left."

His arms tightened, "We can speak of it more later. I just want to feel you in my arms - it's been too long."

"You will hear no such complaints from me."

After a moment, where you both spent it resettling and nuzzling into the peaceful silence, Elrond asked, "Do you... Do you think one of the company managed to find and grab my cloak?"

In amusement, you replied, "Oh, I'm sure."

"And that Tinnie would have it?"

"Knowing her, by now, surely," you mused, reaching up to pet his cheek; requesting, "now, I have gone too long without the feeling of you beside me and wish to rest."

"As you command, my love."

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hiii i have a request only if you're up for it! a legolas x reader and reader teases legolas and his sensitive ears during an important event and he takes it out on you (spicy? smut if you're up for it :)

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Keep Quiet ~ Legolas x F!Elf!Reader

A/N: OMG!! I kinda have been waiting for a smut request haha!! It's just I rarely write any smut so it is always nice to see someone request it cause this also makes me uhh idk get used to writing it?? But yeah I finally finished the request and I really hope you like it <33 I also might edit it later cause rn it is very late and I am very tired but I still wanna publish smth so... ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: Smut (MDNI), Unprotected sex, Fingering, bj, ass slapping ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 2.0 k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Meleth Nin ~ My Love ࿐ྂ

Summary: You seem to have teased your husband Legolas a little too long during one important meeting, so he teaches you a lesson.

Bored. You felt utterly bored, as you listened in on Lord Elronds conversation with Legolas father about some trading contract each of them approved. Being Legolas wife has it perks but you definitely despise the lengthy business meetings you have to attend. And your attendance is required regularly. As Thranduil once said, you are not just part of their family now, but also have to shoulder the burden of being the queen at some time in your lengthy life. Back then you smiled at the elven king and nodded. You didn’t expect to become queen anytime soon either. But neither did you expect him to get Legolas to drag you to every official meeting in Mirkwood. “It is good for you to learn all about our relationships with the several leaders of the various different lands.” Thranduil once said to you, after he caught you yawn after several hours of listening about potential war strategies.

A hand on your thigh justled you out of your memories. Legolas gave you a smile, as he leaned closer to you. “We are almost through Meleth Nin. Only an hour more and they should sign the papers.” Another hour? Sighing at his words you gave him a pained smile. Your eyes wandered from the elven king of Mirkwood towards Lord Elrond. You knew this would take even longer than that. How could you sit around and do nothing for another hour or two? “Legolas, would it be alright for your father if I could leave for a few minutes? Just to take a quick breather.” You whispered in his ear. His grip on your leg tightened and he began to shift around in his seat beside you. “Are you alright Meleth Nin?” “Of course I just-“ You raised an eyebrow at him. He definitely did not look quite alright. He looked rather… uncomfortable. “I don’t think my father would approve.”

Tilting your head to the side, you continued to study his side profile. A soft rosy colour dusted the tips of his ears, as well as his cheeks. Suddenly, realization dawned upon you. “Are you sure that is the reason behind you being so… skittish right now?” Your warm breath fanned over his pointy ear and you felt his body shiver, as you let your hand gently rest on his leg. Drawing circles on his thigh, you leaned closer towards him. “I don’t need a break anymore, so don’t worry about it my love.” The elven prince noticed the flirtatious undertone in your voice and gave you a warning glance. “(Y/N) please. You can’t do this to me right now. This is an important meeting and-“ A shuddered sigh left his lips, as your finger traced his ear with a feather light touch. “Hmm? Is everything alright darling?” You asked him sweetly, trying to scoot closer to your husband.

“Lord Elrond and your father are still discussing about the best travel route in order for the goods to arrive safely. The same topic since hours so why don’t you just lean back and let me have some fun hmm?” Legolas face turned towards you, his glare igniting a fire deep inside your core. He was mad. And you just got turned on. His hand grabbed your wrist and pulled it away from his ear. “You don’t want to continue playing this game (Y/N). Trust me.” A smirk graced your lips. “Is this a challenge Meleth Nin?”

Suddenly Legolas jumped up from his place at the table. Both of the lords turned their attention from the map at the table to the elven prince, confusion written upon both their faces. Even you were surprised. “Father, I must apologies, but I just remembered that me and my wife have another important event to attend to.” Thranduil looked his son up and down, before letting his gaze wander over you. You expected him to decline (probably due to the tension between you), but instead he approved. “Both of you shall leave, but make sure this… accident doesn’t happen a second time.” And with those parting words you were dragged out of the room by Legolas.

His grip on your wrist tightened as he sped across the hall towards your shared bedroom. “Legolas slow down I-“ “You want me to slow down? I bet you won’t say that again anytime soon.” Heat kissed your cheeks at the insinuation of his words. God you just wanted to tease him a bit but you definitely did not expect this outcome. Legolas stopped walking, just to open the door, drag you inside and lock it afterwards. His back was turned towards you. Watching his shoulders rise up and down you slowly approached him. “I told you to listen, didn’t I?” “Legolas I-“ Suddenly he spun around. “You didn’t listen though, did you now?” A shiver went down your spine at his deep voice. His gaze travelled from your face all over your body which made heat pool in your lower region. “You acted very poorly and improper for the future queen you know?” You nodded your head at his words. “I apologize my prince.” “You think that is enough to satisfy me?” He said, slowly approaching you. Legolas eyed you like a predator about to devour his pray. Oh, and how you would indulge in him devouring you. You need him. You want him.

“What can I do to make up for my mistakes?” “For one, how about I fill your pretty mouth.” Legolas stood in front of you, his finger grazing along your jaw. The touch alone set you ablaze like oil touching a flame. He tilted your face up towards him. “Does that sound good to you?” You nodded your head once more in approval. “Good.” And with that his mouth was upon yours. His mouth was hot and needy upon your own, tongues dancing with each other. A moan escaped your lips at the sweet relieve of the built-up tension. Legolas hand moved from your face to the back of your head to gather your hair in his fist. Pain spread from your scalp as he yanked your head bag by your strands, his mouth immediately trailing kisses along your exposed neck. Your hands racked over his upper body, unbuttoning his shirts and letting them fall off over his shoulders. Fingers trailing over his exposed skin, you followed every line and ridge of his body, until you stopped at his waistband.

“Get on your knees.” Legolas voice had a needy edge to it, as he began to gently shove you down, his hand never letting loose of your hair. Getting comfortable on the ground, you bit your lip at the obvious tent in his pants. Instantly you grabbed for his belt, loosened it and got rid of his trousers for him. “Open up.” Your mouth did as he ordered you to and in just a mere second his cock was between your lips. Sucking on it you watched his reaction through your eyelashes. His head was thrown back as soft pants escaped him. You let your tongue glide over his veins before pulling back and letting it slide over his slit. A hiss came from Legolas parted lips. His grip around your hair tightened. Suddenly, he pushed his cock deeper into your mouth, making you gag around him. Spit spilled out of the side of your mouth, as you tried to relax your throat in order to deepthroat his cock as much as possible. Your fingers moved from his hips towards your pussy, craving your own relieve. “Don’t you dare touch yourself.” Legolas said in-between pants. He moaned as a whine left your lips and sent a vibrating sensation through his lower region.

Pulling out, he grabbed your arms and lifted you from the ground. His hands found your chin, tilted your face towards his and gave you a kiss. His tongue fought with your own while he began to strip you out of the dress you wore for the meeting. Your nipples hardened under the cold air and he wasted no time in rolling them between his fingers. Your back arched at the pleasant feeling of finally feeling his touch upon you. His mouth moved from your lips down to your left tit. Your hands twisted in his long blonde hair, playing with the braids you did earlier today. Heat radiated from both of your bodies, as he let go of your nipple with a pop and stood up to his full height once more. “Now I want you to keep your mouth shut, okay?” An approval couldn’t even pass your lips, before you found yourself upon your bed, face down and ass up. “Show me how long you can keep your dirty lips sealed.”

A pleasant shiver went down your spine, as you felt his finger glide through your lips. Gripping the bedsheet, you turned your head to the side. “Legolas I need you please.” You whispered while glancing behind you. His finger brushed over your clit, making you bite your lip in order to keep quiet. You tried to scoot towards his hand, but his other hand kept your body down by your neck. “You already failed to keep quiet but you still want to get rewarded?” He slowly entered one of his fingers into your pussy but almost immediately retracted it. A needy whine passed your lips. “So greedy.” Legolas said, before entering two of his fingers and slowly pumping them at a steady pace. Your grip on the sheets tightened, as you tried to wriggle around his fingers. You want more. You need more. But you were in luck, because just after a few pumps, you could already feel the head of his cock at your entrance. “I want to see your pussy suck in my cock exactly how they greedily took in my fingers.”

And with that he pushed inside you. Your mouth opened to let out a silent moan, as you felt the stretch of his cock inside you. His hands gripped your hips harshly, before he began to move in a steady rhythm. It was hard to keep quite while his cock filled you to the brim, but neither would you want to lose his warmth inside of you. Pants mixed with the sound of skin slapping filled the quietness of the room. A moan escaped through your parted lips and was soon replaced with a surprised yelp, as you felt the harsh sting of a slap on your ass. “Your misbehaviour can’t stay unpunished now, can it?” You nodded in agreement with him. God how you loved getting punished by him. Meeting his hips halfway through each thrust, you felt the knot inside of you tighten, as well as the twitch of your husband’s cock inside of you.

“You take it so well Meleth Nin.” A sudden harsh thrust forced another moan out of your mouth, followed by another pleasant sting on your ass cheek. His hand gently traced over the red handprint. “I have a feeling that you almost like getting punished.” He let his finger trail down to your clit and drew gentle circles over it. Heat washed over your entire body, as you felt your climax approach faster and faster. Your walls clenched more tightly around his cock while the pressure of his finger on your clit increased. “Oh my god Legolas I-“ Another slap echoed through the room, followed by a whine from your lips, as the sweet relieve of your climax washed over you. Your walls clenching around his cock was all he needed, before filling you up with his cum. His release was followed by a few sloppy thrusts, before he pulled out, got onto the bed beside you and circled his arms around you in a warm embrace. A few minutes of purse silence passed between the both of you.

“Was it too much?” Legolas suddenly asked you. “No, of course not Meleth Nin. I might even consider teasing you more often during the meetings.” You reassured him, wrapping your own arms around him and falling asleep in his arms.

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Fields 

"Come, let us get you into bed. You need your rest."

Pairing: Thranduil x fem! Human reader

Genre: Romantic smut 

Word count: 4.4k

Summary: You’re the King's human lover and you share a special night together. 

Warnings: Romantic sex, oral fem receiving, riding him, unprotected sex, p in v sex

a/n: Guys please bear with me, I’m working on some new lotr/th oneshots that shall also be posted soon. As per usual, please let me know if you have any requests and I hope you enjoy. 

Thranduil had a quiet moment to himself, laying in a field of flowers as the sun set behind him. He had a look of tranquility on his face as his mind wandered to many different things. He kept his eyes closed. He heard footsteps coming near him, he didn't give a reaction to this though.. he had an idea of who it was.

“You look so peaceful like this,” you hum, lowering to your knees next to his muscular body. You brush his hair from his face, touch light and delicate.

Thranduil didn't move a muscle when you knelt down in the grass beside him. He was quiet for a moment before he spoke, his eyes still shut for the time being. “I am at peace, for now..” He said before his lips curled into a small smile. 

“Until someone decides to ruin it,” he added, opening one of his eyes and looking up at you with a slight teasing tone in the last part.

You press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Shall I leave you alone then?” Thranduil's smile widened into a grin as your soft lips brushed against his. 

He chuckled softly as he took your hand, looking up at you with a playful look in his eyes. “Don’t you dare,” he said in a quiet but firm tone. 

“Come. Lay with me.” His voice turned more of a request as he tugged on your hand ever so gently, coaxing you to lay down next to him in the flowers.

You press your cheek to his chest, eyes fluttering shut as you listen to his heart. “As you wish my King.”

Thranduil wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his chest as his hand came up to brush through your hair gently in a soothing manner. He gently took one of your hands in his free one, intertwining his fingers with yours. 

His chest rose and fell with each deep breath as the two of you lay there in the grass, just listening to one another's heartbeats. "That's a good girl.." he murmured with a soft, affectionate smile.

You find yourself drifting off to sleep, the warmth and comfort of his body like a lullaby. Thranduil noticed your eyes growing heavy and your breathing starting to slow, it was a sure sign that you were falling asleep. 

He carefully wrapped his arms around you, gently rolling onto his side to pull you closer, holding your body flush against his. "It's okay, little one. Rest.." he spoke quietly, one of his hands gently tracing soft patterns down your back as he held you in a protective embrace, the sound of his steady heartbeat in your ear.

“Mm..” your voice is a soft murmur as you cuddle closer to him.

Thranduil smiled as you cuddled closer to him, his arms holding you in a firm yet gentle embrace as he buried his face into your hair, inhaling your scent. He gently nuzzled his head against yours, relishing in your warm and softness against him. 

"Sleep, my darling," he whispered softly, gently starting to stroke his fingers through your hair as he held you in his arms. Thranduil's chest rose and fell with each quiet breath, finding himself starting to grow just as relaxed as you.

After hours of holding you in his arms, Thranduil felt you shiver slightly as a cold breeze blew through the garden, gently stirring the grass around them. Thranduil's heart ached to see you cold, his arms instinctively holding you tighter in an attempt to keep you warm. 

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, before carefully pulling you even closer to his chest. "Are you cold, my love?" he murmured quietly, his fingers continuing to glide softly through your hair.

“It is growing cold, Thranduil..” you murmur against his chest, not willing to leave his warm side.

Thranduil gently adjusted his grip on you, pulling you closer against him, almost as if he was trying to shield you from the chill in the air. He lifted one of his hands from your hair, tracing it to your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb against your skin, before he spoke again. 

"We should head inside. You'll freeze out here.." he said in a low, gentle tone, his lips brushing against your forehead in a soft kiss.

“Could you carry me..” you bury your face into his chest, shivering against him.

Thranduil felt your body shiver against him once more, and he gently lifted his head off of yours so he could look down at you. He chuckled softly as he heard your request, gently running his hand down your back. 

"Of course, darling," he said with a hint of fond amusement. With a slightly playful smirk on his face, he shifted his body, carefully scooping you up into his arms, holding you tight against his chest.

Thranduil walked through the halls of his palace while carrying you in his arms, his long strides eating up the distance quickly. He could feel you melting against him as he walked, feeling a sense of satisfaction of being able to provide you with warmth and comfort. 

Soon enough, he reached your shared room and he pushed the doors open with one hand, stepping inside and lowering you gently onto the bed.

You cuddle into the sheets, your skirt hiked up over your hips, revealing your smooth skin to his gaze.

Thranduil's eyes roamed over your body as you settled onto the bed, his gaze lingering on your exposed skin. His eyes darkened slightly as he took in the sight of you, looking so vulnerable, so delicate, and yet so alluring at the same time. 

His own clothes were slightly disheveled, the top of his shirt unbuttoned ever so slightly, adding to the overall rugged appearance. He could feel a familiar heat rise in the pit of his stomach as he looked at you, slowly approaching the bed.

Thranduil's breath caught in his throat as you wrapped your arms around the pillow, your legs slightly parted and revealing even more of your skin to him. He could feel the tension in the air as he watched you, his eyes tracing along the curves of your body, like a predator stalking its prey. 

He approached the foot of the bed, slowly crawling onto the mattress behind you, his large form hovering over you as his hands rested on either side of your hips.

“My king..” you murmur, relishing in his touch. Thranduil leaned down, bringing his body close to yours, his chest pressing against your back as he leaned down towards your ear. His breath ghosted across your skin, making you shiver as he gently spoke in a low, deep tone. 

"Yes, darling?" he muttered, his hands on your hips, rubbing small, teasing circles against the bare flesh of your skin. He could feel your body heat against his, his own desire growing more and more as he looked down at you.

“You’re trying to seduce me..” you murmur against the plush pillow.

Thranduil chuckled softly, his hands slowly moving up and down your sides, his touch just light enough to tickle. "Is it working?" he spoke in a low, sultry tone, his breath warm against the nape of your neck. He lowered his head, gently nibbling on the exposed skin just below your ear, his tongue darting out to taste you.

You moan softly, enjoying the gentleness of his caresses. “Perhaps it is,” Thranduil's lips curled into a small grin as he heard your moan, the sound like music to his ears. 

He gently licked and kissed the sensitive skin of your exposed neck, his hands continuing to roam over your body, tracing every curve, every dip and contour of your form. 

"Perhaps?" he repeated with a hint of amusement in his voice, his mouth finding its way to your shoulder, gently nipping at the soft flesh. "Only perhaps..?" he teased softly, his thumbs pressing into your hip bones.

“My King..” You gasp, feeling the familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach as he touches you. 

Thranduil continued to shower your exposed skin with kisses and nibbling, his eyes roaming over every inch of your body as he continued to touch you intimately. At the sound of your gasp, he let out a low, approving hum against the skin of your neck, his hands slowly moving from your hips, running up along your sides, to your stomach. 

"Does it feel good, my darling..?" he murmured quietly, his fingers gently tracing patterns against your skin, leaving little jolts of pleasure in their wake.

“Very good..” you moan, shifting beneath him so you can gaze up at him, your arms wrapping around his neck.

Thranduil let out a soft, guttural sound of approval as you shifted beneath him, his hands still gently caressing your skin as his eyes met yours. He could feel the heat and desire building between the two of you, the air growing heavier as you looked up at him. 

He couldn't deny the effect you had on him; just the sight of you alone was enough to make his heart clench. Thranduil slowly lowered himself down, his body resting fully against yours as he leaned down to capture your lips in a deep, searing kiss.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging at the roots softly as your legs wrap around his hips.

Thranduil let out a low growl as you tangled your fingers in his hair, the tug on his scalp sending a wave of pleasure throughout his entire body. He pressed himself down onto you, his hips slotting perfectly in between your legs as you wrapped them around him, trapping him against you. 

He couldn't help himself from pressing himself against you, his own desire growing more and more intense as he felt your body against his. Thranduil's lips moved furiously against yours as he deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance into your mouth.

Thranduil felt a shudder of pleasure as you parted your lips in submission, his tongue slipping past to explore your mouth as he claimed it for his own. He savored the taste of you, his own lust and hunger fueling his actions as he kissed you like an elf starved. 

His hands slid down your body, seeking purchase and finding purchase on your thighs as he pushed them further apart. His own hips rocked against yours, the thin barrier that remained between their bodies slowly becoming an increasing irritant.

Your muffled moans fill his mouth as he grinds against you, sending shivers of pleasure through you. Thranduil swallowed each moan you made as he continued to kiss you, his hips rolling against yours in an almost feral manner. 

The friction between you was maddening, only adding more fuel to the fire burning within him. He could feel your body's response to his movements, each shiver and shudder driving him even further to take what he wanted, to claim what was his. 

Thranduil broke the kiss, lifting his head so he could look down at you, his eyes roaming over your flushed, panting form. "You're mine..." he breathed in a low, possessive tone.

“Always, I’m forever yours my King.” You cup his face, lips parted and cheeks flushed. 

Thranduil's heart jumped in his chest at your words, the pure devotion in your voice making his own desires flare even stronger. He leaned into your touch as you cupped his face, his eyes dark and stormy as he looked down at you with a mixture of lust, love, and possessiveness in his gaze.

"You better be," he said in a low, gruff tone, his voice heavy with emotions. "Because I have no intention of letting you go, my darling. Ever."

You smile up at him feeling his fingers tugging at the hem of your skirt. “I shall not leave your side, love.” 

With a gentle yet firm tug, Thranduil lifts the dress from your body, the fabric slipping off your skin like silk. He pauses for a moment, drinking in the sight of you laid bare before him, your curves and contours bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. 

His eyes sparkle with hunger and admiration as they rove over your flesh, lingering on the swell of your breasts and the dip of your waist. He lets out a soft groan, his desire palpable in the air as his hands move to trace the newly exposed skin, his fingertips leaving a trail of heat wherever they go. 

You can feel his arousal pressing into you, the proof of his desire for you unmistakable. His gaze meets yours, filled with a fierce love and a burning need to possess you completely.

With eager, trembling hands, Thranduil tugged at his own clothing, each button and lace coming undone with a sense of urgency. His garments fell away, revealing the sculpted planes of his body, his muscles defined by moonlight and shadows. 

His eyes never leaving yours, he reached out to cup your breasts, his thumbs flicking over your nipples in a feather-light touch that has you arching your back with a silent plea. He smiles, a smoldering fire in his gaze, and then his hands slid down your body, his fingers hooking into the delicate fabric of your panties. 

With a firm, yet gentle pull, he slid them down your legs, baring you fully to him. His arousal grew even more prominent as he took in the sight of your naked body, your legs open and inviting, revealing your slick and swollen folds that begged for his touch. 

He leaned back down to kiss you once more, his hand moving to caress the soft, wet warmth between your thighs, his fingers slipping inside you easily, making you gasp into his mouth.

With a soft growl of desire, Thranduil settled himself between your open thighs, his eyes never leaving yours as he lowered his head to the juncture of your legs. His mouth watered at the sight of your glistening sex, your arousal like a sweet nectar to him. 

He took his time, savoring the moment as he gently parted your folds with his thumbs, exposing the delicate pearl of your clit to the cool air. His tongue darted out, tracing a line from your entrance up to the sensitive bud, tasting you with a hunger that was centuries in the making. 

His touch was feather-light, yet firm, as he licked and kissed you with an expertise that sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body. Each stroke of his tongue against your clit brought forth a new gasp, each nip of his teeth a shiver of delight. 

He held your legs wide open, keeping you open to his ministrations as he explored every part of you with his mouth, his teeth grazing against your inner thighs, his tongue delving deep inside you, and his breath fanning the flames of your passion. His hands remained on your hips, keeping you firmly in place as he devoured you, his mouth moving with a rhythm that was both torturously slow and exquisitely perfect. 

You could feel yourself growing wetter, your body responding to his every touch, your legs trembling as he brought you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Your back arches off the bed as needy moans escape your lips, your entire body quivering with the intensity of the pleasure he's giving you. Thranduil's mouth is relentless, his tongue flicking and circling your clit with a precision that speaks of centuries of experience.

His strong hands hold your hips in place as you try to buck against him, the sensations threatening to overwhelm you. His teeth graze against your sensitive skin, sending jolts of pleasure through your body that make your toes curl and your fingers clutch at the bedsheets. You can feel your orgasm building, a coil of tension tightening in your belly as his mouth works its magic. 

You're so close, so very close, and he seems to know it as he increases the tempo, his tongue dancing over your clit in a way that has you on the brink. Finally, with one last, firm flick of his tongue, you fall over the edge, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash through you. 

You're a trembling mess under him, your body wracked with spasms as he continues to kiss and suck, drawing out every last drop of your climax before finally, mercifully, letting you collapse back onto the bed. He watches you with a smug smile, licking his lips as he takes in the sight of you, fully sated and utterly his.

With a gentle touch, Thranduil brushed your hair away from your cheeks, his eyes filled with love and concern as he studied your flushed face. "Are you tired, my love?" he asked in a voice that was a blend of tenderness and desire, his breath warm against your skin. 

His thumbs traced the outline of your jaw, his gaze lingering on the way your chest rose and fell with each ragged breath you took, your breasts pressing against his chest with each gasp. The question hung in the air, filled with the promise of more intimate moments to come if you weren't too exhausted from the passionate encounter.

As you nod softly in response to Thranduil's question, you reach down and wrap your hand around his thick, aroused length. The velvety skin is hot to the touch, pulsing with the beat of his heart, and your grip tightens slightly, feeling the veins that run along his shaft. 

"I'm not too tired to make sure you're satisfied," you murmur against his ear, a hint of mischief in your voice as you start to stroke him, your hand moving in a slow, firm rhythm. Thranduil's eyes close, his breath hitching in his throat as your touch sends waves of pleasure through him. 

His hands tighten around your hips in response, pulling you closer as he lets out a low groan of appreciation. His eyes flutter open, meeting yours, and he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling with affection and desire. 

"Thank you," he whispers, his voice strained with pleasure, as he leans down to kiss you once more, his tongue tracing the curve of your bottom lip before delving back into your mouth.

With a soft whine of anticipation, you position yourself over Thranduil's erect length, the tip nudging against your entrance as you hover for a brief moment. Looking into his eyes, filled with a fiery passion that matches your own, you slowly start to sink down onto him. 

The initial stretch is exquisite, his warmth and hardness filling you in a way that feels so right, so perfect. His hands tighten around your waist, guiding you down as he groans into your kiss, feeling the tightness of your body enveloping him inch by inch. 

Each breath you take is shallower than the last, each movement of your hips sending shockwaves through both of you. Once you're fully seated on him, you pause, savoring the feeling of fullness before you begin to rock gently, setting a rhythm that's as ancient as the forest itself. 

Thranduil's eyes never leave yours, his hands roaming over your skin as if he's trying to memorize every line and curve by touch alone. His breath hitches in his throat with every movement you make, every gasp and whimper that escapes your lips. 

The bond between you, the connection of flesh and soul, is palpable as you move together, lost in a dance that's both fierce and tender, a symphony of love and lust that echoes through the very air of the room.

As you reached up to gently trace the pointed tips of Thranduil's ears with your fingertips, his eyes rolled back in pleasure, his hands guiding the rhythm of your hips as you moved above him. The soft touch was a heady sensation that seemed to resonate through his entire being, making him shiver and his grip on you tighten. 

His breathing grew ragged, matching the pace of your movements, as you both danced together in the throes of passion. Each brush of your fingers against his sensitive skin sent bolts of pleasure through his body, making him growl low in his throat, his hips rising to meet yours with increasing urgency. 

The room was filled with the sweet symphony of your combined sighs and moans, the rustling of the bed, and the occasional clank of his jewelry as his head moved back and forth against the pillow. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, the friction of your skin against his sending sparks of desire through both of you. 

Thranduil's eyes remained locked on you, his expression a mix of love, need, and pure animal instinct. The way you touched him was like nothing he had ever felt before you, a tender yet powerful caress that seemed to ignite every nerve ending in his body.

As you continued to ride him, his own movements grew more demanding, his hands moving from your hips to cup your breasts, his thumbs rolling over your nipples as his hips met yours in a relentless rhythm that sent shockwaves of pleasure through both of you. 

Thranduil's eyes widened in pleasure as he felt your inner muscles tighten around him, signaling your approaching climax. His own was building, the pressure inside him growing with each stroke as your bodies moved as one. 

With a final, deep thrust, he swelled inside you, filling you completely as he reached his peak. The pleasure was intense, a crescendo of sensation that seemed to consume him entirely. You gasped as your orgasm washed over you, your body clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you. 

The bond between you grew stronger, your spirits intertwining as your love and desire for each other reached new heights. Thranduil's eyes squeezed shut, a roar of ecstasy tearing from his throat as he released himself within you, the warmth of his essence mixing with the heat of your passion. 

Together, you rode the crest of the wave, your bodies trembling with the force of your shared climax, until finally, you collapsed against him, both spent and utterly content.

Thranduil gently untangled himself from your embrace, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before rising from the bed. His eyes roved over your spent form, a mixture of love and adoration evident in his gaze. 

He padded across the room, stepping into the connected bathroom. He turned on the taps of the large, stone bathtub, filling the room with the sound of rushing water and steam. As the tub filled, he added some scented essential oils to the water, creating a relaxing aroma that filled the air.

Once the bath was ready, Thranduil returned to the bedside, his gaze meeting yours. You gaze at him through hooded eyes, reaching for his soft blond hair. 

Thranduil's hand found yours, and he gently helped you off the bed. "Come, my love," he murmured, his voice still husky. With steady steps, he led you into the bathroom, the steam from the warm water filling the room.

He helped you into the bathtub, his touch tender and careful as he guided you in. Once you were settled, he called for a servant to change the bedding, his voice carrying out into the hallway.

“Will you join me?” You murmur, sinking into the warmth of the water. Thranduil's eyes darkened as he watched you sink into the warm water, your body enveloped in steam and bubbles. 

"Of course," he murmurs in response, his voice rough with desire. "I could never resist joining you." He entered the tub, settling in behind you, his strong legs on either side of you.

Thranduil's hands caressed your wet skin, lovingly trailing over every dip and curve as he gently washed away the remnants of your recent encounter. With each touch and movement, his love and devotion for you shone through, his fingers tracing patterns against your skin that felt like a silent declaration of his love.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured, his mouth hovering just beside your ear. "Every inch of you is perfect."

“My King…” you murmur, relaxing into his strong chest, your eyes flutter closed.

Thranduil wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against him so that your back was flush against his chest. His chin rested on top of your head, and he inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of your hair. 

"Yes, my darling?" he asked softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your stomach.

“You flatter me too much.” You reply, head falling back against his shoulder as you relish in his touch.

Thranduil chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. He moved his head down to place a soft kiss on your neck, his mouth skimming along your skin until it reached your ear.

"I cannot flatter you enough," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "Every word I say to you is true. You are everything to me, and I will never tire of telling you how beautiful and perfect you are."

“You are beautiful as well, my love.” He washes your body as you lean against him comforted by his warmth.

Thranduil's hands continued their gentle caresses as he washed your body, his touch strong but still impossibly tender. He savored the feeling of your body pressing against his, and he took his time, relishing the moment.

"Your words are sweet," he murmured, his voice low, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. "But it is you who brings the true beauty into my life."

Thranduil carefully pulls you out of the water, his hands gentle and strong as he wraps a soft, warm towel around you. He takes his time drying you off, his touch reverent as he caresses each inch of your skin.

Once you are dry, he helps you into your nightgown, his fingers grazing over your sensitive skin in lingering touches. "There," he murmurs, stepping back to admire you. "Perfect."

“Thranduil, my love.” You cup his cheek, kissing his lips gently.

Thranduil's eyes closed at your touch, a low growl of pleasure rumbling in his chest as you kissed him gently. His arms slid around your waist, pulling you closer against his chest. He deepened the kiss, his mouth claiming yours with a fierce but tender passion.

"My darling," he breathed against your lips. "You undo me with a single touch."

Thranduil's gaze softened as he looked down at you, taking note of the exhaustion in your eyes. "But you’re weary," he observed, lifting a hand to caress your cheek gently. 

His thumb traced over your skin in soothing circles, his touch filled with tenderness. "Come, let us get you into bed. You need your rest."

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geralt of revia freeuse, creampie, cumeating, reformed playboy trope please

Hi nonnie~ thanks for sending in these asks for my 200 Follower Celebration! Thank you so very much for sending in a writing request 💙 i'm hoping that it hits the spot! (ik Geralt def. does in this drabble 😏)

Btw, just calling this in very lovingly that I noticed that you have sent in more than two asks so I just wanted to let you know that I have only answered two of them for the sake of following the challenge's rules (and to make space for other requests that folx have sent in!). Hope you could understand, and hope that you do very much enjoy the ones that have been written~

The Witcher's Conquest

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Sorceress!Reader

W/C: 1.4k

Prompt(s): Reformed Playboy AU, freeuse, creampie, cumeating

*also included: MINORS DNI, THIS IS 18+, p in v sex, oral sex (fem!receiving), body worship, overstimulation.

Disclaimer: I wrote this one on my phone so I didn't get the chance to edit but promise to edit any mistakes once I am able!

“Geralt - this spell is not going to create itself.” You giggled while pushing away the wandering hands digging its way past the layers of your dress.

Geralt merely smirked at your attempts to push him away as he placed his rough hands against the bodice of your dress, stroking the material intimately as if it was a layer of your skin. 

Leaning his taut body into yours, his grip becoming greedier against your curves and trailing down to grasp onto your hips. He grunted his pleasure at the feeling of your warmth seeping through the thin fabric. “Leave it for now, darling. It’s been too long.”

Despite your attempts to grab the rosemary across the table to finish the spell, you leaned back into his reliable stature happily and turned your head to look up at his teasing, lustful eyes with your coy ones, “You’ve had me just last night.” 

Not missing a beat, he ferally growled his response, “As I said, it’s been too long.” 

Turning your body around to face him– in a spur of a moment, your legs were suddenly wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck as he propped you up higher and supported your weight easily. His hands roughly groped your plush ass as he held your aroused gaze with his own intensity of want in his golden irises. Maintaining eye contact, he carried you over to your shared bed, the sheets still tussled from the passion you both had the night before. 

What Geralt and you have was special and a unity within its own right. Geralt has had many women before, whether they were tramps, sorceresses, or women he has stumbled across during his travels. 

But you, you were different. You were not a night of pleasure to leave behind nor were you a temporary patch up for him to feel sated until his next night with a woman. You were a conquest to win over. But not for your body nor for your power, nor for a night of a solace. 

But for your heart. 

The bravest, most powerful and gracious woman that he has ever met. The night that you healed him from his battle with a creature that was more formidable than he realized. The days that followed in how you helped repair not just his body but his soul. 

He knew then and there that when his body was able, he had to have you. And he ravished you.

The same intensity of love and genuine care from the first night that he had you was sparking even now as he kneeled in between your legs, his tongue stroking your weeping pussy as if it's the last night that he could ever have you. 

Your sweet sounds of sheer pleasure echoed the cozy home that you have built for yourself. A quaint and humble space that has held the many pleasured noises of your coupling since you’ve invited him into your life. Dark green leaves plastered against the wooden walls adorned with natural beauty, radiating light and warmth, creating a haven of peace against the dark world.

Enraptured in your bubble of bliss, Geralt’s rough grip held your legs open wider for him as he burrowed his mouth deeper into your aching cunt, his own satisfied groans rumbling against your wet clit. Your pussy quivered at the feeling of his tongue stroking and sucking expertly on your bundle of nerves. Making out with your pussy, he looked up at the content expression and pleasured smile on your face as he fucked your hole with his seeking appendage. 

The way that you enjoyed his worship made him even more feral and harder for you. He grunted into your pussy again– the bedding providing an unsatisfying substitute for him to rub his erection against as his tongue lapped at your wet greedily faster. 

Your moans became louder as your grip on his shined silver hair became tighter to hold his mouth even closer to your cunt. Your hips started rocking against his mouth that followed to not lose its source of sustenance. The delight that you were taking in his mouth eagerly pleasing you made you succumb to a fuzzy ‘far-away’ feeling, and you seeped deeper into it as Geralt traced his hand against your thigh to stroke at the opening of your cunt. A gasp broke free from your bite-ridden lips as you felt one of his fingers breach your tight opening, his tongue still caressing your clit. 

“Look at you, my flower,” Geralt smirked against your swollen clit and deliberately lapped at it in a teasing manner.

Inserting one more finger inside of you, you keened and your hips were now wild and uncontrollable as you writhed at the feeling. His burly arm held you down as he took more essence, which is what he wanted and needed from you. He returned his attention back to your clit and thrusted his fingers even deeper and faster inside of you. 

Still lapping leisurely, he chuckled at how already fucked-out you looked. He loved making you lose your inhibitions like this, and to know that you readily accepted everything that he took from you. Your whimpers, your wetness that was clinging beautifully to the bedding underneath you. 

Ready to see you fully lose your head, he crooked his fingers just so and witnessed your eyes roll back in your head as your back arched radiantly. Moans and needy whimpers caught in your throat as you finally let go in ecstasy.

Geralt groaned against your pussy and it was his turn to greedily take from you as you poured your delicious essence into his wanting mouth.

Your body became limp after you gave all that you could. Trying to catch your breath, you could barely acknowledge the loss of Geralt’s mouth and fingers until you felt something bigger brush against your sopping cunt. 

“Oh, you didn’t think we were finished darling?” At the mocking voice, your glinted eyes looked up at Geralt to find him stroking his large cock as he stroked the pre-cum coated mushroom tip against your swollen clit. 

He grunted in satisfaction at the feeling of your velvet walls gripping him so heavenly as he pushed in. His slow plunge allowed for the both of you to feel your union even more passionately. Deep and hard strokes were the only thing that you were capable of feeling in that moment. 

“That’s right, flower. Heavens, my little witch just letting me have you whenever I want. Fucking take it.” Geralt groaned as his own head tipped back at how tightly you were clenching around him. The pleasure was incomparable and so decadent, a feeling that he has only ever felt with you. 

You sobbed as his thrusts became faster but the depth of his cock still reached spots inside of you that no other man could ever reach. Tilting his hips just right, his wide cock brushed against that spot once again, over and over again that made you see those familiar stars. 

A flaming white heat enveloped your body once more as the stars burst. Screams of pleasure escaped your hoarse throat as you came around Geralt’s cock that was still thrusting ferociously into your wet pussy.

It only took three more thrusts, with how tight you were squeezing him, he couldn’t hold back anymore as he grunted his release. Your fluttering eyes only rolled back some more at the feeling of his cum filling you to the brim.

Geralt was catching his own breath as he looked down to see a mix of you and him coating his half-hard length. A full blown smile gracing his usually frowned lips at the stunning sight. He could already feel his body reacting to the absolute bliss that overcame his mind. 

His mind made up with the easiest decision that he made every time that you have made love, the both of you released another gratified moan at Geralt pulling out of you carefully.

You sighed in confusion at first as you watched Geralt lean down on his knees again to lap at your cum-drenched opening. Geralt lapped fully over your lips and clit to get you clean again, going slow as he noticed your whimpering at how sensitive you were.

Once you were empty of your shared love, you cried out as you felt Geralt thrust his hardened cock inside of you again. 

“My little flower, we’re not done until I say that we are done. Until you understand that I don’t ever need anyone else. You’re mine to fuck, to use,” He groaned out deeply, your pussy already warming his cock as wetness seeped out of you once more, allowing him to thrust even deeper inside of you than before. 

Tears of bliss left your crossed eyes as you mindlessly heard his last words reverberate in your ears.

“Whenever I want.”

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Anthony Bridgerton x Reader!Wife (part two)

💟 very nsfw/slow oral sex + dirty lovemaking, part one here

The tongue is more quick and intense than the fingers, as well as feels like a small and intense heat inside or on the clit. The fingers can go firm and deep, but the tongue is warm and wet and full of expression on its own. Anthony curled and flexed his member inside his mouth. He moved your hands to his hair and moved closer towards you, until his nose made contact with your clit. He gripped your thighs and held you close with the length of his arms, thrusting his firm tongue down your pussy as his nose quickly slapped into your clit. Then, he pushed his arms away from himself and exited you. A cold breeze swept over your wetness before his strong tongue pressed its intense warmth against your walls inside again. The tongue-fuck from Anthony seemed to be enjoyable for him. He looked up at your breasts, your face, and his member was poking your back as he held you on his chest and slid you back and forth to keep his mouth-fucking as easy as possible. When you had gotten off from his curled-tongue-fuck, he removed the member from you and replaced it with two fingers. The two fingers were mostly stationary to give you a little girth to clamp down on as he sucked your clit and made love to your exterior womanhood. Anthony removed his fingers and slid you down himself, and stopped you before his waist. He grabbed his member with his hand and slapped it against your ass, and then let it go with his hand to lay up on his stomach again. He guided your hips down and your wet, slick womanhood grazed his belly button. You let your weight down further and let your warmth slide its way down Anthony’s belly until you made contact with his tip. You sat up and guided just the first part of him inside you, before you leaned back and let him pop outside of you. You took his tip to graze your clip and repeated this until you were throughly wet and introduced to his girth. You placed a knee at each side of Anthony and guided his tip to your entrance. You slowly lower yourself down and watch his eyes close, and mouth hang open. You sit down and clench your womanhood on his thickness. Anthony thrusts up and you feel him brush you somewhere deep inside. He is able to continue moving his hips up and down despite your clenches. Anthony moved too far away and his tip is pushed out from your throbbing pussy. You clench so he is not able to insert himself back in, yet keep your legs wide open and gaze up at him.

“Please, I will fuck you harder if you allow me back in,” he pleads.

He stares you up and down before settling on looking down, smirking at your glistening entrance, and moving his mouth towards your opening yet again. A thick, wet, warm stripe is licked from your opening to your clit, and your clit is sucked, before the action is repeated for a good few minutes. Anthony introduces his fingers, and moves his mouth back up to meet yours as he adjusts your hips to be under his. His fingers are replaced by his tip, then his member fully thrusts in you.

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Anthony Bridgerton x Reader!Wife (part one)

💟 very nsfw • teasing/drawn-out oral sex/slow sex/dirty lovemaking

Anthony moved his tongue from left to right over your throbbing clit. His fingers spread between your folds to keep you open for him to see where he needs to be. He tasted his way down your clit and through each of your folds individually, and slowly. While he was moving through your slick folds, his finger ran over your entrance and pumped inside of you. A few times in and out, and one more finger was added easily. Anthony moved his mouth back to your clit as his fingers focused on your entrance. You laid back and enjoyed your view. Frantic, slurping, hungry. The fingers inside pressed against your walls firmly and moved quickly. Your clit is eagerly sucked. Fingers curl up and down against your walls. A slow lick up and down, warmth pressed against your entire entrance, fingers curl up and slowly move out. Anthony shoots his tongue up your entrance and moves his fingers to your clit gently. Slow circles made by his fingers are an afterthought to the focus he needs to fuck you with his tongue. So warm, so attentive, yet not deep enough to satisfy fully. But, you would take this for days even if it meant you could not come for the duration of this activity. You could come by just recalling this sight later on. The focus and energy towards your whole womanhood. When it is overstimulating, it is also euphoric, and fleeting. So you can endure a session such as this with your legs propped open all afternoon. Anthony continued fucking you with his tongue for a moment more, before slowly licking back up your folds and up towards your belly button, your nipples; his warm and slick mouth taking in one nipple to contrast the cold of the other. The breeze over his previously licked spaces as he continues to move towards your other breast. Your legs still open and exposed to the cool air. Anthony moves back down in a trail of kisses towards your clit again. He starts with light kisses and works you up to a warm and wet state again, and leaves you saturated as he makes his way towards your breasts again. Your lips collide and you can taste yourself on him. Anthony finds your folds with his fingers, but inserts only one. His longest finger, though, and you can tell. He curls up and pushes deep inside you, and you attempt to clench around him, but you don’t have the girth you need from only one finger. It is becoming a bit frustrating, but you continue to clamp down as Anthony curls up. You ride it out on his hand as his lips crash into yours. It wasn’t incredibly satisfactory as an orgasm overall, and you craved another that would fill you up. You initiated a kiss from Anthony and moved your hand towards his briefs, which were still buckled and tied. He removed his belt and untied the front, and his member sprung to attention without the shorts needing to be pulled down. Anthony rearranged himself on his knees and guided your legs around him. He brushed his tip on your slick, wet entrance and closed his eyes in warm bliss. He moved, just his tip in contact, down from the top of your clit to the bottom of your entrance, and teasing you with only the tip going in, just for him to pop himself out again and make another lap to your clit. Your mouth was being occupied by him, as he darted his tongue in your cheek and occasionally bit your lip. This went on for a minute, until he scooted back from you, his warmth leaving your mouth and his inch or so inserted abruptly leaving you. You were not left alone for long, though, as his tongue quickly darted back inside you, going deeper than his tip previously was. This, combined with his fingers again on your clit, felt enough to thrust more towards Anthony’s face. Your legs were up for a brief moment, and you were going to let them down, but Anthony held your bottom up for himself as he realized he could thrust his tongue harder from this angle. The tongue still did not have the girth you wanted to come around, but it felt nice for your next orgasm, and it was intense warmth that moved quickly in and out of your entrance. — ((part two will be posted right after this))

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