Galadriel approached Tobi completely silently. She always knew when her mother was behind her. Sensing Galadriel's presence was something she learned to do as a child. It helped keep her out of trouble.
"Nana, look at Mimsy." Tobi chuckled, pointing at her pet pig. "Look at how his nose moves. Isn't it weird?"
"I believe that's normal for pigs," she said, smiling weakly. "Walk with me. We have something to discuss."
Tobi pushed herself up off the mushroom to follow Galadriel as she started to explain. "You are not a child anymore and though it is not my fondest desire to do so, I must assign you a job to do."
"I don't mind," Tobi answered quickly. She was tired of being smothered in Lothlorien her whole life. Galadriel often treated her more like a doll. She would take her to banquets and gatherings but Tobi was never allowed to leave Lothlorien without her or her two guards.
"So what did you have in mind, nana?" Tobi asked, eager to hear what she would be doing and hoping it was something exciting. "I was hoping I could run the animal trades. The animals respond well to me and I like being around them."
"No. That would put you in contact with too many outsiders."
Running the animal trade was the only job she really wanted to do. Having Galadriel shut her down on that made her wonder what miserable work she had planned for her instead.
"You are being assigned to ambassador work with Mirkwood."
"Uh… what? What's that?"
"The work is not as difficult it sounds. Your friend, the previous ambassador, Niala, will accompany you on your first visit to Mirkwood in order to walk you through the processes. You leave tomorrow."
"Wait, what?"
With no room for negation on her new job, the next day, Galadriel sent Tobi off to Mirkwood with Niala, her two bodyguards and her pig. Galadriel had a new outfit made for her, saying that the clothes she had would not be appropriate in the halls of the Woodland Realm. The outfit was tight, sweaty and a dress, so it required Tobi to sit sideways on the horse. She kept shifting, trying to loosen it around her chest so her breasts would not sweat so much. She could feel the tight sleeves sticking to her armpits and wanted nothing more than to run back home and rip it off. Niala allowed her horse to fall behind slightly so she was riding next to Tobi.
"How are you holding up?" she asked, speaking to Tobi in a more casual way than anyone else ever did.
"I'm not," Tobi admitted, pulling on the front of the dress again. "I can't stand this dress. How do you do this every time?"
"No one ever expected me to wear a dress," Niala chuckled. "I'm not royalty. Sucks to be you, I guess." Tobi glared at her for a moment but then they both smiled. "The King will expect more from you than he ever did from me."
"Why is that?"
"You represent your mother and Lothlorien."
"She should've sent someone else then. This feels like a trap. She knows I don't do well with people in charge. I don't know how to explain it," Tobi shrugged. "I feel like their judgment of me is all that matters. It's a lot more pressure than what I'm used to and I know how I should act but that isn't who I am, you know? I'm Galadriel's daughter but I'm not Galadriel."
"Why did Lady Galadriel not leave you at the farms like you wanted?"
"She didn't say but I'm sure once she realizes how terrible I am at this job, she'll leave me to the farms. What exactly is it you do as an ambassador? You never did tell me," she inquired of Niala.
"Next time my job will be your job so pay close attention to the things I do and say. My job is to make the King happy. Period. If the King is happy, he'll give Lothlorien whatever it is we need. It's my job to appease him and make him feel like we're worthy of his time."
Tobi's face twisted with a bit of disgust and confusion as she considered what Niala said. "So do you have to like… suck his dick or something?"
"What?!"
"Well, I was under the impression that was the only way to get through to a man."
"Oh goodness," Niala held her hand to her head, "it might make things easier but it's not recommended. These deals are best kept on the table. Not under it."
"You're the expert so I guess I'll defer to you on the matter," she shrugged her shoulders.
When they finally arrived at the gates of Mirkwood, the horses were taken from the group as the guards walked Tobi and Niala inside. Tobi was carrying her pig, Mimsy, with both hands but trying to make as few movements as possible so the cold parts of her clothes, wet from her sweat, would not touch her. She tried to stay close to Niala since she had never been to Mirkwood before and was unsure what to expect.
The guards walked Tobi and Niala to the King's throne. Tobi held Mimsy tighter as the excitement of being in a new place, made her stomach flutter. She watched Niala as she apparently did what expected of her.
"My Lord," she bowed before the King of Mirkwood, sitting on his throne. This left Tobi with no one to hide behind and she noticed Thranduil glaring at her as if he expected something.
"Hi," she shrugged casually, waving only one of her fingers at the King, since she was still carrying Mimsy. His expression remained unchanged and it made her uneasy to have him staring at her. It felt as though he could hear everything she was thinking.
"You are the daughter of the Lady of Lorien?" he asked Tobi quietly.
"Um… yeah."
"How unlike Lady Galadriel to disappoint. Did she raise you in a sty?" Thranduil's eloquent way of speaking sounded pretentious to Tobi. Before she could respond to his question, he went on, "the Lady of Lorien knows how to conduct herself in the presence of royalty. I expected you might know the same." He stood up and was much taller than she had anticipated he would be. "But it matters not. It is never too late to learn."
He clearly had no respect for her position as Galadriel's daughter and she was not getting a very positive first impression of him. Tobi's brow furrowed as he approached her, disregarding her personal space. She stepped back and Niala quickly said, "My Lord, she has never been versed in regal courtesy-"
"I was not addressing you, slave. Hold your tongue." He pointed at Tobi's nose, his finger right in her face. "You. Kneel before me."
She glanced down at Niala, almost hoping she would tell her what to do. She could feel the King's intense glare on her and decided that she was not going to feed his enormous ego. She smiled to hide her frustration with his attitude. "You know, I don't think so," she finally said, glaring back into his crystalline blue eyes.
"You are in my home and you will do as I command."
"No, I don't think I will," Tobi chuckled. "You're no King of mine and you don't command my people. Niala get off your ass."
She stood up as Tobi commanded but as soon she did, Thranduil told her, "kneel." Just as quickly, she went back to the floor. Tobi felt like screaming and kicking him in the balls but clenched her teeth tightly instead. Thranduil looked down at Niala, smirked at Tobi and stepped back. "They say an ambassador is like a fair wind, bringing positive news of one's allies. So tell me, Niala, why has the Lady of Lorien sent me this venomous serpent instead?"
"She is inexperienced with dealings outside of Lothlorien, My Lord," Niala answered quickly. "I beg your forgiveness on her behalf and ask that I may have a day to sway her decision."
"And if you should fail to make her comply with my wishes by the next morning, you will both leave. Any ties Mirkwood has with Lothlorien will be severed and I will no longer be receiving any of Lady Galadriel's so-called ambassadors."
"As you wish, My Lord."
"Oh and you will be receiving new lodging on this visit."
Niala was not even slightly surprised when she was escorted to a stall in a farm. It made no difference to Tobi seeing as how she often fell asleep in the farm stalls of Lothlorien.
"Ahhh!" she kicked the side of the stall. "Why did you do that?!" she snapped at her as Tobi sat on a wooden bench at the back.
"I don't see what the big deal is," Tobi laughed at how frustrated Niala looked. She pulled her own hair and groaned. "He can't get to you, if you don't let him. This is better for Mimsy anyway." Tobi kissed the top of her pet pig's head before putting him down on the floor.
"The pig?! Of course, he doesn't care! Ugh…"
She sat down on the bench beside Tobi. "Breathe," she scoffed, patting Niala's thigh. "You'll live."
"Sure, I only lost any repute I had here."
Tobi turned to her slowly, raising one of her eyebrows slightly. "You had repute here? Are you joking? You humiliated yourself out there. You have no pride."
"I have a job to do and that comes first."
"A job? That's more important than keeping your dignity?" Tobi was unable to help laughing at how ridiculous Niala sounded. "You want to fix this? Why don't you go back to the King, get on your knees again and suck his dick. You might as well because I'm not changing my stand on anything."
"You have to."
"No, I don't and I'm not."
"I'm not asking. You owe me," she said pointing at Tobi. "Or did you already forget my finding Mimsy for you when he was lost?"
Tobi was uncertain if she still planned to honor that promise as she thought about it. "You're invoking that now? This really means that much to you? You really want me to part with my pride and dignity for your job, which is going to be mine soon anyway? Really?"
"In case you haven't noticed, King Thranduil isn't the easiest person to get along with. I've been working on him for years now."
"Oh, I'm sure you have," Tobi taunted her.
"You know what I mean. I don't want all that hard work going to waste."
"Oh, I think he's the one that does that hard work."
Niala rolled her eyes, taking a deep breath. "I am not playing around with you, Tobi. I need you to make this right today."
Tobi stood up and walked toward the front of the stable. "Oh, I'm going to make it right, alright, because I'm leaving."
"What?! No, you can't leave!"
"Oh?" Tobi turned to Niala with a huge smile. "Watch me." She reached back for the handle of the stable door. "Oh no, I'm opening it."
"Tobi…"
She pushed the door open solely. "It's opening. I'm going to walk out."
"Tobi, stop it."
"Seriously," Tobi's voice quit being so playful. Niala was wearing out her attempts to be positive. "What do you care? It's like I said, he doesn't have any power over you unless you give it to him. I'm leaving. I don't care what he says and I don't care what he does."
"Why are you so adamant on being like this? You've never disagreed with me on anything before and now I'm asking my best friend for a favor you owe me and you still won't do it? Why?"
Tobi took a deep breath, closing her eyes gently. "I will not… let him think he can tell me what to do."
"You've told me that before… about someone else, didn't you? Who was it?"
"No," Tobi shook her head quickly. "I didn't."
"Yes, you did," Niala smiled suddenly and jumped up from the bench. "You told me the same thing about your riding instructor. You know, the one you liked. Oh, wow. Really?! That is too funny! King Thranduil?"
"No!" Tobi pointed at Niala. "I never said that… no."
"Ah ha and you were making fun of me?! I should've known this would happen." Niala sat back laughing up at the ceiling. "You tend to have a thing for dominant males, don't you? What would your mother say?"
"Oh, shut up. There's nothing to tell her. Mimsy, we're leaving," Tobi motioned to her pig to follow her.
Niala picked him up and sat him on her lap. "Mimsy isn't leaving without me and I'm not leaving until you do what you promised."
"I never promised to lose my dignity to some fruity fairy."
"But you do owe me and that's that, Tobi. Mimsy wouldn't even be here now if it weren't for me bringing him back to you, so just do this for me."
"Fine but only for you." Tobi pushed open the door of the stall but stood standing in it for a moment, debating her options. She turned back to Niala, looking sorry. "I can't! There's something wrong with me. I can't go back there and pretend to regret something I don't. I can't apologize for something I'm not sorry for!" She hit the side of the stall with the back of her closed fist and quickly pulled it back.
"Maybe you need a different motivation."
Tobi mocked her voice, "maybe you need a different meh meh meh. What I need is to go home."
"And you think going home failing to accomplish what you've been assigned to do here will encourage your mother to allow you more freedoms?"
"I don't know," Tobi sighed, crossing her arms, "but it's not worth it." She heard a guard approached her and turned around to see him holding out a rolled scroll to her. "Get that out of my face!" She smacked it out of his hand and one of her own guards picked it up to hand it to her. "Thank you, darling. Niala…" Tobi held the scroll out to her.
"Read your own shit," Niala sighed but put Mimsy down to take the scroll anyway. She read it briefly then rolled it back up and smacked Tobi with it.
"Ah! You want to go?" snapped Tobi.
"Gladly, especially now that your quote unquote, 'act of contrition,' is the only thing keeping us from war with Mirkwood. Apparently if we leave without you quote unquote again, 'showing him the respect he's owed,' we've officially declared our lands enemies."
"Oh, wonderful," Tobi laughed sarcastically. "What a pouty princess."
"No, that's what you are. Do you have any idea what your mother will say when I tell her about this?"
Tobi smiled at Niala, "she's going to eat you for breakfast."
"I know and in case you've forgotten, this is all your fault."
Tobi held a hand to her chest trying not to smile. "Wha-? Me? I was perfectly fine until he opened his mouth."
"You just had to do what he said. That's all. No one would know."
"I'd know but if saying a few things will spare my mother some trouble then so be it."
"Really? I didn't think it would be that easy."
"I don't want my mom having to come here and drag me out herself. She'll use it against me so I'll…" Tobi clenched both her fists as if she were trying to fight the desire to say something. "I'll go deal with him."
"Really? What're you going to say?"
"I thought I'd start off with 'go fuck yourself.' How can that go wrong? I don't want to apologize. How can I when it's not in me?"
"Act like you want to."
"Act like it? You mean like in a play?"
"Sure. It's not real so who cares what you say?"
"I guess I can try. My stomach kind of hurts."
"Are you nervous… or excited?"
"Neither," Tobi scoffed, sounded offended.
"You seem to have a difficult time dealing with things that embarrass you… like the King."
Tobi's mouth dropped open suddenly as she stared at Niala. "I wasn't embarrassed by that fruit cake."
"No? Is that why you couldn't stop laughing?"
"I can deal with him just fine. I'll be right back and when I do, we're leaving."
"We'll see."
Tobi had her guards remain with Niala and Mimsy, concerned more with proving herself right than ensuring her wellbeing. As she started walking to the throne room, she felt quite resolved and eager to get back home. The closer she got, the more her stomach began to twist again. She decided that since she did not want to take this walk again, she should simply get it over with.
Before walking up the small flight of stairs, Tobi took a deep breath and rubbed her stomach slowly as if to soothe it. She fluffed out her dress and held her hands together behind her back before going up the stairs. Her stomach turned painfully when she saw he was sitting on his throne and only turned his eyes in her direction when he saw her approach him. He remained silent, waiting for her say what she intended.
Before speaking, Tobi bit her bottom lip to fight a smile. "Um…" her voice squeaked unnaturally and she cleared her throat as quietly as she could manage. She felt like biting her lip again but was feeling ridiculous standing before him, with both of them saying nothing. "You know what? No." She sighed, finally feeling relaxed, "you are a bad person. I don't like you but if it'll make you feel better about yourself then…" She stepped back, fluffed her dress out and kneeled before him dramatically. "My Lord, I most humbly beg your forgiveness for my insolence." She kept her head down and her eyes closed so she could both imagine being elsewhere and not have to see his face.
Tobi heard him stand up and closed her eyes tighter. "You certainly have a peculiar way of asking for that forgiveness. I must say, I'm not impressed."
Tobi jumped up quickly, "what do you want from me, huh?!"
He slapped her suddenly and she could hear the sound echo through the hall. She closed her eyes gently and felt her hands shaking as they rolled into fists. "I never said you could stand."
Tobi smiled and chuckled softly, "what do you think would happen if I killed you now?"
"You're welcome to try it and find out for yourself." He took her face in one of his hands, turning it one way and then the other. "If you think I'm above making an example of Lady Galadriel's daughter, you're quite mistaken." He shoved her back and she tripped back over her dress. "What do I want from you? It's quite simple really. Obedience. Now, you will remain there until I see fit to let you stand."
Tobi gripped the edge of her dress near her hand, too stiff to do anything else. She kept asking herself why she did not get up when Thranduil went back to his throne. She could not even bring herself to turn her head or move her eyes. While waiting in her spot on the floor, several people came and went from before the King, some even commenting on her presence. At one point, Tobi even forgot where she was and what she was doing there, until someone came and picked her up.
Tobi never looked to see where she was being led. She found it of little importance at the moment. She was left in a room on her own. It was rather simplistic but still cozier than the farm. She sat at the edge of the bed, next to a folded towel. She opened it up, wrapped it loosely around her eyes and the top of her head so she could pretend she was home and went to sleep.
When she woke, the towel was off her face and the first thing she saw was Mimsy's nose in her face, snorting softly. She hugged him and snuggled his face against hers. She then noticed Niala sitting next to her on the bed, smiling down at her. "What?" Tobi sounded irritated.
"How did we get upgraded?" asked Niala.
"Don't ask," she growled sitting up, turning away from her.
"Well, it is a bit odd, seeing as how I was expecting you'd make things worse. I'd like to know what happened."
"No, you wouldn't. Just drop it."
"Ooh, touchy much. Fine but you know we're not done here yet."
"I am," Tobi stood up and felt a sore pain in her leg. "You do whatever you think you need to do but you leave me out of it." She sat back down and lifted her dress to check her leg. She had a massive bruise on the side of her knee from when she fell.
"I had every intention of doing so, you know, but we were asked to join the King in the morning."
"Like I said," Tobi shrugged, "you do what you need to do. I'm done."
"It says you're supposed to come with me." Niala held a scroll out to Tobi.
"I don't care. I'm not going."
"What happened to your leg?"
"What happened to your face?"
"Seriously, Tobi?" Niala went around the bed to look at her leg. Tobi quickly threw her dress back over her leg. Niala sat beside her and both stood quiet until she laid her head on Tobi's shoulder. "Did Thranduil do that to you?"
Tobi only shook her head sideways. "Nope. I fell."
"Well, I'll go alone. It's fine."
"You going to leave me by myself?"
"You have Mimsy and the guys will stay with you too. I'll be right back."
After Niala left, Tobi changed her clothes and stood lying on her back on the bed, talking to her pig, asking him what he would eat when he got home, as though he might answer her. There was a quick knock at the door and assuming it was Niala, she allowed her guards to open it. Tobi stood talking to her pig in a cutish voice, poking the tip of his nose until she heard Thranduil's voice say, "I was expecting you."
She flipped over onto her stomach to push herself up and pulled Mimsy into her lap. He was standing just outside the door, prevented from coming in by the crossed spears of Tobi's guards. "Is that so?" She cuddled Mimsy in an effort to make herself feel better.
"You disappointed me. Here I thought we had an understanding."
"Do not let him in here," Tobi addressed her guards.
Thranduil looked at both of the guards before him. "Are these members of your royal guard?" Tobi turned her face away from him, pouting slightly and ignoring his question. She heard him say something to her guards in Elvish that was unfamiliar to her. Immediately afterwards, they both stepped away from the door.
"Oh, what?! Unbelievable."
"Your attendance was not up for debate. I requested your presence and I expect you to be where I say you ought to be." Tobi stood silent, waiting to see what he wanted. "Come with me."
He walked away from the door and Tobi finally exhaled as she slid herself off the bed. She kissed the top of Mimsy's head before walking out of the room after the King. She was sure to keep several steps behind him and tried to think about anything else, like getting back to her pig or arriving back in Lothlorien. He led her to a large dining table, where Niala was already seated, who mouthed a quick 'sorry' to her.
"Sit there," he commanded her, pointing at a seat beside his at the head of the table. Too worried about being embarrassed in front of her friend, Tobi stood silent and simply followed his instruction.
He did not speak to her after that. The rest of the time she spent at the table, he was speaking to Niala about past arrangements. Tobi was given a plate of some green stuff and kept moving it around, lacking any desire to eat. She put her elbow up on the table then rested her head on her hand, still staring at the plate. Thranduil snatched her arm suddenly, pulling her slightly closer to him.
"My Lord," Niala said quickly, "please…"
He held his empty hand up for her to stop talking then turned back to Tobi. "Eat," he told her quietly and yet it came off as a threat.
"I'm not hungry," Tobi responded gently to avoid irritating him.
"Then indulge me." He tightened his grip on her, daring her to refuse yet his expression remained unchanged, before he finally let her go.
Tobi pulled her arm back, holding it to her with her other arm. She picked a cherry tomato off her plate and threw it into her mouth, leaving it there. The King immediately resumed his conversation with Niala as though nothing had happened.
Eventually, Tobi had finished all the little tomatoes on her plate but really did not think she could bring herself to eat anything else. When Niala stood up to leave, Tobi hesitated before standing uncertain if she was "permitted" to do so. To Niala's surprise, before standing, Tobi glanced over at Thranduil, waiting on his direction.
"I'd prefer to stay in your company," he said calmly, "but if you wish to depart, so be it." Tobi stood up immediately, bumping the table slightly, tipping over Thranduil's glass. It was only water but it spilled off the table onto the floor, splashing his clothes. She shut her eyes as though not seeing it, might undo what she had done. When she opened them slowly, she found him staring up at her with wide eyes. "Leave us," he ordered Niala.
Tobi rubbed the back of her neck as she listened to Niala's footsteps grow further away. It felt like a long time as she waited to hear what Thranduil had to say to her. He took his napkin from the table before pushing his seat back, away from it. He held it out to Tobi, who took the napkin from him slowly. "It was an accident," she said softly.
"I know that. Even if it did happen in your haste to depart from me, I'm not upset with you."
Tobi wished he had told her what to do so she could do it and leave but he seemed intent on confusing her with the intense stare from his bright eyes. "So… do I clean it?"
"No. Someone else can deal with that." He pointed down at his boots. Tobin tried to hide her frustration with such a demeaning request by turning her face aside so she would not have to look at him. Her lips pouted slightly and her eyes squinted as her small hands fiddled nervously with the napkin. "Is that a problem?"
"No," she shrugged, sighing heavily. She found herself quite relieved that Niala had left as she knelt onto the cold floor. The moment she touched his boot with the napkin, she wanted nothing more than to die. Her free hand went to her brow as though to keep the sun out of her eyes, when in reality, she simply did not want the King looking at her. She felt his cold hand touch her arm and her stomach tightened, anticipating the worst. To her surprise, a touch was all it was. He was not holding her, just allowing his hand to rest on her skin. His hand slid up to take hers. It was a firm grip but not an excessive one. He took her hand away from her face and held it on his lap. Tobi lowered her head more, adamant on not seeing him or allowing him to see her.
"You cut a fine figure, princess."
Tobi thought she might be expected to thank him for such a statement. "I…" She paused when her throat grew tight. She dropped her hand with the napkin into her lap and let her head fall against his leg. Her eyes closed slowly when she finally divulged, "I don't want to be alive. Kill me."
"I had something else in mind." He placed his other hand on her head, weaving his fingers into her hair. "Do you know why your mother sent you here?" Tobi felt that whatever the reason might have been, it was irrelevant now. All she wanted was to be free of the growing sense of worthlessness she felt. "Since my last visit to Lothlorien, I spent those years pining after you. No matter how often I brought it up to her, your mother wouldn't part with you. It wasn't until I threatened her with war that she agreed to send you here at all. You're here at my request. I've refused to see anyone else for negotiations between our lands, which is why you'll be returning in a few months on your own. I'm not interested in competing for your attention." He stood up, pulling her to her feet as well. She let her head fall to the side so she would not see him. "In truth, I can't recall the last time I felt the warmth of a companion."
Tobi felt his breath on the nape of her neck. It made her body tense and she became rigid, afraid to move. His left hand caressed the side of her face, pushing it back up slightly. "My Lord," Tobi finally whispered, "what're you doing?" He ran his thumb across her lips. Instead of answering her question, Tobi felt his lips against her skin. Her eyes opened wide and she gasped softly as she felt Thranduil open his mouth around her. She could hear his breath and the wet sounds of his tongue and lips on her.
He took her hand, sitting in his, and placed it against his chest, holding it there. Even though his hands were cold, his chest was hot. He left her hand on him and took his hand from her face to rest both his hands on the small of her back to pull her against his body. It gave him such an incredible amount of pleasure to feel her chest rising and falling rapidly against his. He could hear her breathing and gentle moans, only intensifying his desire for her.
Tobi tried not to move, uncertain what was expected of her. Regardless of whether or not she had ever been attracted to him, she was also afraid of him. Allowing him to handle her as he did had nothing to do with any positive feeling for him but the fact that she was too afraid of him to object. Still, having him touch her like he did, made her throb between her legs.
Thranduil forced her back until she bumped into the table. She turned to look back at it and felt his hands slide over to her waist. He lifted her up, setting her down on the table. He stood staring at her for a moment, making her feel uneasy. He noticed that she would not look at him. It seemed to worry him at first but he promptly shook the thought from his head. He pushed her legs apart before bringing his face to her ear, whispering, "I'm not seeking your approval." He turned her to face him, staring at her half-closed eyes. She tried to pull her face away but he held her still. Tobi felt his other hand on her thigh, massaging it upwards before sliding his fingers between her legs. Her body twitched suddenly and she could only think she did not want him seeing her. She closed her eyes completely and tried to turn her face away again. His hand went up into her hair, grabbing a fistful of it to hold her still. Her mouth dropped open when she gasped. She was surprised to feel his mouth against hers. She had never kissed anyone before and the feeling of someone else's lips against hers was so soft. It was especially strange to feel his tongue moving inside her mouth, pushing against hers. He took part of her dress in his hand and started pulling it up until Tobi felt the cold tips of his fingers grazing across her inner thigh. She held his hand down against her leg, afraid he might try to slide his cold fingers inside her. He pulled his hand out from under hers and grabbed it. Breaking their kiss, Thranduil used her hair as reigns to make her look down between her legs. He took her hand and pressed it against his groin, making her stroke him.
She felt him kiss the top of her head and inhale the scent of her hair. She could hear him starting to sigh and she tightened her grip on him. After a few seconds, he took her hand off him and pulled her head back up, locking his mouth with hers once again. He pulled her closer to the edge of the table and she inhaled sharply when she felt him pressed against her. She put both her hands on his stomach and tried to push him back. He took one of her hands off his body, putting it on his shoulder. He finally allowed her to pull her face away from his when he was inside her.
She gripped the edges of her hair as she looked down at their bodies pressed together. She bit her lip as her face twisted with pain. "It hurts…" Thranduil relished in the expression on her face. It even brought a smile to his face. When he pulled back, Tobi dug her nails into his shoulder and her body tensed up again.
She lowered her face to hide her pained appearance but he pulled her hair down, lifting her face up to him. He kissed her exposed neck and whispered against her skin, "you look even more exquisite now." In order to make him think he could let her go, she caressed his face with both her hands and felt his hand slip from her hair. She pushed herself forward, resting her head against his chest and pressing her entire body against him so he could not look at her. To her surprise, he allowed her to remain there and even held her closer in a way that felt almost tender if not for the sharp pain between her legs. As she lay against him, listening to his blissful exertions, she tried to keep herself from making too much noise when he would push into her.
She considered what she would say to her mother when she returned home. The very idea almost made her laugh, bringing a small smile to her face.
Tobi felt him grow harder inside her and she grasped a handful of his hair. His hand grabbed her arm and placed it up on his shoulder. Thranduil wanted to feel her clinging to him as though she really did want him. She slipped her other arm up around the back of his neck, pulling her body closer to him. He placed both his hands on her waist again, sliding them up and down slowly. He felt her face against his neck, her hot breath tickling him as she moaned quietly. Her voice shuddered suddenly and he felt her beginning to grow tighter around him. He inhaled sharply and held her head against his chest as he started shoving himself into her faster.
The tighter she became, the larger he felt inside her. It felt like Thranduil was pulling her insides out and pushing them back into her. Even against her will, her body clung tightly to him as though it wanted him inside her.
Thranduil's breathing began to intensify and Tobi could hear the wet sounds from between her legs. Her other ear, pressed against his chest, could hear his pounding heartbeat and she was surprised to find even he had one. Her body started to feel hot for a few seconds then she felt a sudden spasm flash through her. She tried to drop her head back but he held her forcefully against him. Her pussy tightened around him suddenly, pulling him deeper into her. He stopped moving against her and she felt him throbbing inside her. His breathing became a mixture of gasps and sighs as he continued to convulse inside her. He pulled her head back slightly, holding her face with both hands as he looked down at her. She closed her eyes and felt him kiss her again. She felt him slip out of her, followed by what felt like a rush of warm liquid.
Thranduil held her close against him, one hand on her back, the other on her head. Tobi stood staring straight ahead, resting against him as she waited on him to tire of her company.
When the King finally took a step back from her, Tobi immediately pushed her dress down, ran her hands through her to fix it and slid herself off the table. She waited on his instruction but he seemed to have nothing for her. "Can my ambassador and I leave now?" she asked, looking anywhere but his face.
He took her hand in his then leaned forward to kiss her forehead. "If that is what you desire. Simply inform your mother she can have anything she needs from my people…" She started to leave and his grip on her hand tightened before it could slip away from him. She looked back at her hand in his, waiting for him to release her. "… As long as you return to me," he sighed then let go of her hand.
Tobi returned to Niala and Mimsy. "Hey, get your shit together," she told Niala, "we're leaving." Niala stood up from the chair she was sitting in and approached Tobi, smiling sweetly. "What?" Niala leaned forward, sniffing her and Tobi stepped back.
"Hmm, I see. Well, I suppose every ambassador does things their own way."