(A/N) This one is a prompt, the original I have lost track of, sadly, but the idea for this one is that Thranduil is willing to release the company…if Kili spends a week in his harem.
Warnings: Unabashed, unashamed sex, copious amounts of sexy times of the elf/dwarf persuasion (Mahal, you try writing sex scene after sex scene and still keeping it fresh; hopefully I've succeeded, even if only marginally), everything spanning the gamut from fingering to full on penetration, not to mention voyeurism, orgies, dubcon, attempted rape, and Durincest. So yes, lots of sex…in case you hadn't picked up on that.
The Most Beautiful of All
Kili wasn't sure why he and Fili were given a cell together, but he wasn't about to question it when the guards escorting them seemed to place their companions in their own cells, but shoved he and his brother into a single one.
"What…what do you think's going on? What does it mean?" he asked his brother, who simply shrugged.
"I don't know and I don't rightly care. So long as they allow me to be near you, I won't fight them," Fili said, coming to him and taking him in his arms. For a time, they just sat together in their cell, clinging to each other. When the two guards came back around, though, looking like they were bringing food, one gave a small loaf of bread only to Fili. In the moment he reached for the offering, the other guard seized Kili and jerked him away from his brother.
"Kili!" he shouted, making a grab for his brother. Kili struggled, but the elf was too quick, dragging him from the cell. Both of them fought and screamed, the first guard restraining Fili and the second dragging Kili away, but they couldn't get to each other. Once the second guard had got Kili free of the cell, the second one delivered a harsh blow to Fili's head, dropping him to the cold stone floor. He was left near unconscious, allowing the guard to lock the cell once more.
"Fili! NO!" Kili screamed, struggling harder to get back to his brother. He put up a good fight, but the first guard pulled the same trick with him, delivering him a blow that left him nearly unconscious. As the two elves carried him up from the dungeons, all he could manage to do was weakly call out his brother's name.
He didn't really see where his captors carried him to, but when the young dwarf started to become aware again, he found himself propped up in a very cushy chair. The room he was in was warmed and lit by a blazing fire, but he couldn't see too many other details about the room…only that it seemed fairly small.
"Wake up, little one…wake up…come to me…my lovely little prince," a voice called to him through the clearing fog of his injured head. As his eyes slowly began to focus, he started to see Thranduil sitting across from him, eyeing him rather pointedly. As his thoughts began to clear, he felt anger begin to boil in his stomach.
"Thranduil…what…what have you done to my brother?" he demanded as best he was able, his jaw still a little slack.
"Nothing, pretty Kili. He's perfectly fine…except for maybe a bump on the head."
"Why did you…put us in a cell together?" he asked, still barely comprehending what was happening.
"That's simple enough. I wanted him to see them take you…and I wanted you to see them hurt him. I want you to understand…to know…just what I'm capable of. I want you to understand what your position is in all of this before I make you my offer."
"What do you want with me?" he asked, barely managing to offer his captor a glare.
"I would like to negotiate the release of your companions with you…but you must give me something in return," the elf king said, his eyes burning with a dark interest.
"What sort of something?"
"Did you know…that in the time before Erebor fell…the peace between our two kingdoms was kept with an agreement of a very…intimate nature?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Dwarves and elves do not marry. It is not in our nature to submit to each other in such a way. A…companion, on the other hand…is another matter altogether. In the old days, my own house and the sons of Durin would…trade our children as companions…as concubines. An heir to the throne would never do, of course. Such children have their own destinies, but younger sons…what other purpose do they serve?"
"What…what are you trying to say?" Kili asked, still not quite understanding, but feeling fear begin to build in his gut.
"My own children would never die in a dwarf's keeping, of course. They would simply serve their time and return to me when the ruler they were offered to dies. Another would be negotiated for the new king. Of course, you dwarves have your whole concept of a One…one true soul mate, so my children never really received any sort of recognition in your court…just the elfling nobody ever talked about. Things are different in my kingdom, though. As king, it is my right to keep a harem, as many lovers as I like…and each prince that has been offered to me in trade has lived his life in my harem, treated as a treasured lover and companion. Had the dragon not descended, young Frerin would have been offered to my service…and had Erebor never fallen, you would be offered in trade in just the same way…as my lover."
"No!" Kili shouted, shaking his head back and forth, though it pained him. "That's not true! I won't believe it! My fathers would never-"
"But they did, Kili. It's a fact. I can give you proof if you want…proof of each prince that has lived his life in these halls. Although I treated them all well, I confess I've never had much of an interest in sleeping with dwarves…though many of my children and my other lovers have. I have had no interest in such a thing…until tonight."
"What…what do you mean?" Kili continued to press. He understood now, but that didn't mean he was ready to acknowledge it.
"Truly, Prince Kili, you are the loveliest dwarf I have ever laid my eyes upon. I would make love to you…take you to my bed and make you cry out my name."
"No…no, I won't," Kili snarled defiantly, nearly toppling when he stood from the chair they'd set him in.
"I won't take you by force, of course. I would never take anyone who didn't want to be taken. I only want you to hear me out before you refuse me."
"No. No, no, no, no, no!" Kili growled over and over again, stumbling toward the fireplace. Surely it would be better to die right here…better than to spend his life chained to some elf's bed like a dog.
"Hear me, lovely Kili. I would be willing to make a deal with you," Thranduil said gently, slowly following him, as if he were moving toward some cornered animal. "I see how much you care for your brother. Perhaps you could be persuaded if I were to offer to have him and the others released?"
Kili looked up at this. "Re-released?" he repeated.
"Yes. I know you don't believe it, but it isn't just for my own ends that I prevent you all from entering the mountain. I would be willing to let this go, though, in exchange for your body…as was agreed by our peoples long ago. It is my right to claim you, Kili, but as I said, I am willing to negotiate."
Slowly, Kili shook his head. Certainly he would do anything to have Fili released, but…to give up his freedom, to lay down his bow and never again see the sky beyond this Mahal forsaken forest, to never explore the blossoming love he felt in his heart, to spend the rest of his life in Thranduil's bed…he wasn't sure he could bear that.
"My whole life…my life…" he struggled with the words.
"I understand you weren't born to this, Kili," the king said as he knelt before him. "Had things been as they should be, you would have been groomed for this from a young age…to take your place among my lovers…and in my bed. But because you didn't know of this, I am willing to bargain for a small amount of time. A week, perhaps?"
"A week? Just one week?"
"Just one. A week in my harem…in my bed and with my other lovers as I see fit, and at the end of that time, I would let you go free with the rest of your companions…unless of course…you found the harem to your liking," Thranduil suggested, face mere inches from Kili's. Rather than allow him to claim his lips, though, Kili turned his head aside, feeling the elf's mouth press hot and heavy against his neck. He couldn't tell through his fear…but there may have been a spark of heat in his loins. He didn't agree…but he didn't push Thranduil away, either. For several minutes, the elf king heatedly kissed his neck, and the brief flash of blond hair in his field of vision brought to mind someone else for the young prince…and for one precious moment, he could imagine that it was a different pair of lips at his neck.
"Kili," Thranduil whispered to him as his lips moved up to his ear. "I have lived a very long time. I can see just by the way you move that you are a virgin. Do you save yourself for someone precious? Have you found that coveted One already?"
For a moment, Kili remembered lovely golden hair, deep blue eyes, and smiling lips. He remembered a tender whisper and loving arms around him…a secret kiss stolen in the mead cellars…bursting with passion, but dangerous…so dangerous. His love…his secret love…and it had been nearer than he'd ever imagined.
"Ah. So it is that you've found your One," Thranduil said as he watched the emotions play across Kili's expressive face. "And does this dwarf return your love?"
"I- I don't know. I mean…I think so- hope so. It's…complicated," he finally answered before clamping his mouth shut. He was only making more of a fool of himself.
"Then I cannot presume to take you away from that…unless the delights of my harem prove to be stronger than this budding romance. Only…think of it in this light. Perhaps you won't be able to save yourself for that special someone, but you will be learning how to please him. You will learn from the most skilled elves in my kingdom…how to bring pleasure to another. Can you picture it, little Kili? The way he will moan in bliss when you seduce him and he finally takes you. The way his body will quiver in delight when you take his swollen cock in your mouth. Can you feel him inside you, my pretty Kili?"
Kili couldn't help himself. The things Thranduil described were so delicious, he couldn't help but imagine…Fili above him, thrusting into his body, calling out his name as he burst inside of him…the feel of his hot, hard prick in his mouth, twitching just before he released. He was hard almost instantly, panting helplessly.
"Oh…Fili," he whispered, feeling his body tremble.
"So it's him, is it," Thranduil said as he slipped a hand between his legs and squeezed. Before Kili could even protest, he was crying out, coming hard, spilling himself in his trousers. The sensation nearly sent him tumbling back into the fireplace, but Thranduil quickly moved in to catch him, carrying him back to the chair he'd been sitting on. Kili was too stunned by his sudden orgasm to protest in any way.
"So what do you think, little prince? A week of the greatest pleasure you will ever know…for the release of your precious soul mate."
"And…and the others?" Kili pressed, body still trembling and overly sensitive.
"Of course…the others, too."
"Fine…I'll do it," Kili agreed, his body slumping despondently against the chair. He could already feel his own seed growing sticky and cold in his small clothes. "Only…before I enter the harem…I want to be able to see my brother one more time."
"Of course, of course," Thranduil conceded easily, smiling at Kili like he was some meal he was about to enjoy. Again, Kili turned away, not wanting to see such a look directed at him.
XxX
Kili had been relieved beyond words to see Fili on his feet again after the blow he'd taken. When he'd been led back to the cell, he and Fili had immediately embraced through the bars and Kili had begun to explain the situation to him.
"I don't believe it," Fili said, just as Kili had. "Even if that was true a long time ago, Thorin would never just sell you away like this. He wouldn't allow this to happen. You can't do this, Kili. There has to be another way."
"This isn't…just about having you all set free. I think…that if I can please him enough…he might be more open to entering into peace talks with Erebor…when the time finally comes," he explained, reaching through the bars to stroke his beloved older brother's golden braids.
"What if he demands you in exchange for peace, though? What if he doesn't keep his word and keeps you imprisoned in the harem forever? I will never give you up, my brave…my beautiful kha'I-ith."
"It's all right, Fili. It's all right," he said, leaning in a little closer. "If that…should happen…I know you'll save me. You have always saved me, Nadadel."
"As you have saved me," Fili said softly, tears in his eyes as he reached through the bars to grasp Kili's lovely hair in his own fingers. "What can I do? What can I do to rescue you?"
"Nothing…Urzudel. I do this for you. I vow to dream of you each night…when they take me to their beds…and when this is all over I will come back to you…and pray that you can still love me…dearest brother," he said softly, leaning through the bars and pressing his lips against Fili's. It wasn't anything like the heated kisses Thranduil had bestowed on him…or even like the secret, enflamed press of lips they'd shared in the cellars beneath Beorn's hall. This was tender, loving…trying to say 'you mean the world to me' without using words…words not meant for the ears of elves. When they finally separated, Fili looked just as shocked as he was sure he must have that first time the elder had kissed him.
"Goodbye, Fili. I…I love you. Lend me your strength. I will see you again in seven days," he said, smiling once before nodding at the guards a few cells down, who quickly came to lead him away.
"No, wait, Kili!" he cried out, reaching a hand out past the bars in supplication, but Kili didn't even look back. Fili was left to slump dejectedly to the cell floor, clutching the bars in tight fists. Tears dribbling from his eyes to splash upon the cold stone, he whispered so that only he could hear, "I love you."
XxX
Kili was led first to a bathing chamber. When one of the two elves who accompanied him began to undo his belt, he quickly pushed him back.
"What are you doing?"
"You've been brought to a bathing chamber. What do you think is meant to happen here, little one?" he asked him snidely.
Kili frowned at the elf. "At…at least let me remove my own clothing."
"All right, but be quick about it," the elf said, leering at Kili before he and his partner began to strip out of their own clothes. Watching them, Kili began to feel nervous again.
"You…you're not going to-"
"Take you, dwarfling? No. That isn't our right. We're simply meant to get you cleaned up before you're taken into the king's night court. That doesn't mean we can't enjoy the sight of you, though," the second elf said, sharing a smirk with his partner as they both slipped into the heated pool.
Feeling shame color his cheeks, Kili slowly slipped out of his clothes, folding each piece gently, lovingly…as if bidding farewell to the life he'd known. Then, head hanging heavily upon his shoulders, he joined the two elves in the water.
The two guards quickly set about cleaning the grime of the road from his body, scrubbing vigorously with soap and brushes and rubbing in sweet-smelling oils, blotting out his own dwarven scent and replacing it with something flowery and distinctly elven. Kili kept his eyes closed throughout. Even though he didn't like them touching his body or commenting on him as they worked, he had to admit that it at least felt nice to get clean…to feel the hot water wash away the blood and the dirt. For a time at least, he allowed himself to enjoy it.
"Is that all of it, then?"
"No. The king wanted him shaved, as well."
"What?" Kili asked, his eyes snapping open and zeroing in on the first elf retrieving two razor blades from the side of the pool.
"Body hair isn't…desirable in the harem. All of His Majesty's lovers keep themselves fully shaved…save for the head, of course. As one of the king's lovers, your body will also be shaved," he explained, beginning to move in on Kili, who quickly retreated to the far side of the pool.
"You might want to be delicate about this," the second guard warned. "Dwarves are very…sensitive about their hair."
The first sighed. "It's not as if it will never grow back, little one. You are only with us for a week. You made a bargain with the king…and you must keep your part of it."
Kili couldn't quite contain the trembling that took hold of his body. To have this done to him…he was well and truly becoming an elf's plaything. He may not have had much facial hair, but he was still proud of what he did have. This…this…
Fili. Remember Fili.
Swallowing hard and nodding, Kili steeled himself and forced his feet to carry him back to the two elves.
"Don't worry, little one," the second elf said as they began to lather him up again. "After all…you might find that you like it."
Kili wanted to fight, to run, to scream out his revulsion, but he forced himself to keep still as they put their blades to his body, shaving away every last hair…even from his more intimate places. It was a struggle to allow them to put their hands in those places, but he held fast, his thoughts focused on a warm smile and loving arms.
You can do this…for him.
When the arduous process was finally over and Kili was bid to climb out of the water, he felt the air against his skin more keenly than he ever had in his life. His body was oversensitive and desperate for some form of protection. All he received from the elves, though, was a towel to dry himself off with. They didn't give him anything more until he'd finished with that.
The elves gave him a set of silken black clothes. Undergarments, a tunic and sash, and a strange style of trousers he'd never seen before. The silk hung loosely from his hips all the way down to his ankles, where it gathered in billows of fabric.
"Only the king's lovers wear them," the first elf explained when he expressed his confusion. "I've heard the women call them harem pants."
Finally deciding it didn't matter what they were called, they still made him uncomfortable, he wrapped his arms around himself as the guards led him through the dimly lit corridors. With the extravagant fabric whispering against his newly-shaven skin, the clothing caressed his body in ways that clothing had no right to. As soon as he was able, he felt he might just take them off. He didn't pay much mind to where the guards led him, but was jolted back to reality when they came to a stop before a curtained entryway guarded by two more elves.
"The king's new dwarfling is ready," the first elf said, pushing him forward slightly. Kili stumbled a few steps, but managed to bring himself to stand at his full height before the new guards.
"Welcome to the night court of King Thranduil, fortunate beloved of His Highness," one of the new guards said, offering the prince a strangely genuine smile before pulling aside the curtain and revealing a very large, very thick wooden door. Kili honestly expected there to be some complex lock for such a door, but there was nothing of the kind. The guard simply pushed the door open, indicating he should walk through.
The guard was at his shoulder as he entered the harem. It was well after midnight, so all of the lights were dimmed and there was little noise coming from the various quarters that lined the many corridors…except the occasional telltale sound that the young prince would have rather not thought about.
"I hope you like it here, young prince. Thranduil's lovers are treated very well," the guard said as he led him through the maze of passageways. "Perhaps you will even decide to remain with us."
"I have only one purpose here: to earn freedom for my kin," Kili replied harshly. "I cannot fathom why anyone would choose the life of a glorified whore."
"You are no such thing," the guard snapped quietly. "You are a concubine now, and the king cares for you just as much as he does all of his other lovers. He will be good to you while you're here and no one that you don't want will lay hands on your body. You will be loved here, Prince Kili…loved and safe."
Kili really had nothing to say to this, so he remained silent the rest of the way. He didn't begin to perk up until he caught the faint scents of food wafting down their current corridor.
"The king ordered a late supper sent down to you," the guard explained, finally coming to a stop outside one of the chambers, "He thought you might be hungry after your journey."
Kili felt like he ought to be defiant about this somehow, but he just couldn't manage anything. He was hungry, and he was tired, and food and rest were just inside this room. So finally, he nodded at the guard.
"Thank you," he said before hesitantly entering the room.
"You're welcome. I hope your stay is pleasurable," the elf said before closing the door behind him.
The chamber Kili found himself in was very lavishly furnished, upholstered in fine red fabrics and paneled in a very dark wood. Better than any of the fine things, though, was the small table before the fireplace, where a meal had been laid out.
There was a small loaf of bread and a very appetizing-smelling stew, plus a plate of little tea cakes. The bread was fresh, warm and soft, and the stew was hot and thick, filling the empty chasm that had become his stomach, and the little cakes pleased him just a little bit more than he was willing to admit. Kili had a sweet tooth that was often considered unbecoming of a dwarf and he hadn't had anything truly sweet since leaving Beorn's hall. The meal was quickly polished off, but as the young dwarf was mopping up the last traces of stew with a piece of bread, he could have sworn he heard movement beyond his door. Swallowing his fear, he called out, "Who's there?"
Faintly, he heard voices beyond the door, then the dark wood was pushed open and a fair elven face peeked through.
"Our apologies. We were curious about you. It's been a while since a dwarf lived among us," a feminine voice said. Kili sighed.
"Well, if you're so curious, you may as well come in. I don't suppose I'll be getting any sleep tonight."
"Probably not," a more masculine voice teased as three elves entered his chamber.
The first, the maid, had long brown hair and bright green eyes, eyes that shone like emeralds from her otherwise dark features. The second, the one who had spoken last, had blue eyes and blond hair; not the white blond that he had seen in many of the Mirkwood elves, but a golden color that reminded him of Fili's hair. Coupled together with the deep sapphire blue eyes, Kili almost felt a little better around this elf. The last elf had dark hair like the first, but his eyes were also dark, a deep brown color that seemed more discerning and penetrating than the gazes of the other two.
"Welcome, young prince. Welcome to the night court," the maid said, offering him a warm smile as she came to kneel before him, placing her hands on his knees. "I am Linadel. What is your name?"
"Kili. My name is Kili," he answered, meeting her brilliant green gaze somewhat nervously.
"That's a lovely name. May we call you by it or would you prefer us to call you 'prince'?"
For some reason, Kili felt a little embarrassed by this. Feeling himself blush, he glanced down at the elf maid's hands where they rested on his knees. "No one really…calls me that…except my brother…when we tease each other. Kili's fine."
"In that case, Kili, my name is Tirian," the one with the blond hair and the kind eyes said. "We're glad to welcome you."
"And my name is Elmiriar," the last one said. His manner was a little more gruff, but he also offered Kili a smile.
"Have you had enough to eat, Kili?" Linadel asked him, settling in to sit at his feet.
"Yes," Kili said, not quite sure what to do with her open manner. "Did you come here…just to say 'hello'?"
"Well…not entirely," Tirian said, pulling up a chair to sit beside him. "We do admit to ulterior motives. We'd hoped to welcome you to the harem properly."
Even though he could feel the nerves building up in his stomach, Kili couldn't help but smile shyly at Tirian. Somehow he didn't think he would mind so much…if it was Tirian. "Does…do you mean-"
"No," Elmiriar responded quickly, moving around behind him and laying his hands on his shoulders. "We know you're a virgin, Kili. Thranduil has ordered that no one is to enjoy you fully until he has had a chance to. There are…other things we can do, though," he said, beginning to massage Kili's tense shoulders.
"O-other things?" Kili stuttered, feeling his body begin to tremble in fear…and…maybe a little excitement?
"Many other things," Tirian said, smiling as he leaned in to play with Kili's hair. "I love your hair. It's so soft…and it's not too long like some of the others," he said, twirling a strand around his fingers and kissing it. Then he leaned in even closer, pressing a tiny, teasing kiss to the corner of Kili's mouth. Kili shivered violently, trapped somewhere between fear and the fragile beginnings of desire.
"Wait…please – I…I'm not…" he pleaded, unable to really explain what it was he was feeling.
Linadel gave a gentle, easy laugh, apparently charmed by how flustered he was. "Kili, relax. You're safe here. No one's going to hurt you. We only want to make you feel welcome."
"And make you feel good," Tirian added.
"We'll take things slow," Elmiriar murmured in his ear, continuing to soothe the tension from his shoulders. "Slow and easy."
"Tell me, Kili…do you have a lover of your own?" Linadel asked him, resting her chin on his knees.
Again, Kili felt himself blushing. With a response like that, he didn't really need to answer the question. Linadel smiled at him, green eyes shining.
"Oh, so adorable," she said, reaching a hand up to touch his hot cheek. "Your first love?"
Kili nodded, glancing away.
"A dwarf lass…or a lad?"
"Lad," Kili squeaked, ashamed at how much like a love struck dwarfling he was behaving.
"And does he love you?"
"I think so…we…we kissed…once. But he…he shouldn't…not me."
"And why not?" the elf maid asked, arching an eyebrow. "You're beautiful, Kili. Why shouldn't he want you?"
Deciding not to go into just how dangerous their love was, Kili went with what he felt…all of the good things he wanted for Fili…things he could never give him.
"I don't…deserve him. He's…perfect. He deserves someone who's just as wonderful as he is…someone who can give him everything he deserves."
"Well…your love deserves to have the one he loves…doesn't he?"
"Well…maybe," Kili admitted. He'd never thought of it that way.
"Tell me about him," she cajoled. "Tell me about your perfect love."
"He…he's the most handsome dwarf in all the Blue Mountains. He has hair of gold that shines like the sun…and beautiful blue eyes that sparkle like sapphires whenever he smiles…and that smile…I remember the first time that smile made my knees go weak…and when he kissed me I…I couldn't breathe," he said, feeling his heart flutter with the memory of that stolen kiss. He was giving voice to his love for Fili as he never had before…and was unlikely to do ever again.
"He sounds divine," Tirian said, leaning in and pressing his lips to Kili's neck. Kili shuddered, groaning softly in pleasure, the golden hair at the corner of his vision reminding him even more of Fili.
"He is. He's the perfect warrior. So many in the Blue Mountains have wanted him…tried to court him…asked Thorin for his hand…but he said he only ever looked at me. He's always there for me…and he makes me laugh. He makes the world seem a little brighter…when the way is dark. Only I…I'm afraid that…"
"Afraid that what?" Linadel asked, a hand trailing up his leg and reaching for his sash.
"Afraid…that he won't be able to love me…after this is over," Kili said, whimpering in both pleasure and sadness when he felt Elmiriar press his lips to his ear.
"Kili…you did this for him, didn't you?" she pressed, holding his gaze with her own. "If he can't understand that, then he didn't love you to begin with."
"But this…ah- I…I'm betraying him," he protested, a tiny cry escaping his lips as Tirian bit down on his neck.
"No…you're learning for him…learning how to bring him pleasure in bed. So why don't you just lie back…and learn from the masters," she said, her gaze still fixed on Kili's. Without warning a bolt of pleasure shot through his body, originating at his cock. Gaze flicking away from Linadel's face, he looked down to see her hand down his trousers, each strong finger wrapped around his hardening shaft. Somehow she'd managed to get her hand down there without him even noticing. Already, his breath was beginning to come in sharp, harsh gasps. Again, he looked into her eyes and saw only encouragement there.
"T-teach me," he finally whimpered, giving himself over to their skilled hands.
"I think, perhaps, we'd best continue this on the bed," he vaguely heard Elmiriar growl before he was lifted into a pair of strong arms. He caught a brief glimpse of Tirian's golden hair before he was laid out gently on the large, soft bed. Almost before he was aware of it, Tirian was crouching over him, already naked. Immediately, his mouth was at Kili's, kissing him fiercely.
"Don't take too much, Tirian. You need to share," Elmiriar scolded lightly. Again, Kili felt the elf's mouth at his ear, beginning to suck gently. Kili moaned as Tirian's lips moved down onto his smooth neck, peppering the skin with kisses. He couldn't see what Linadel was doing, but he had a pretty good idea of what it might be when he felt the silken pants and small clothes slipped from his body. He gave a strangled cry when he felt a pair of moist lips close over his prick.
He began to lose track of the hands and mouths on his body after that. It seemed that each of them was everywhere all at once…lips kissing his skin, hands caressing his body, hot tongues licking at the intimate places of his anatomy. His body was completely lost to sensation…the drip of sweat, the press of skin against skin, hot breath mingling together. He felt hands in his hair and at his arse, tenderly caressing the confines of his entrance, but never penetrating. By turns, he felt hair, hands, cocks, and breasts grasped in his own hands, and his lips never wanted for another pair against them, catching his loud cries as they fell from his mouth. He'd just about lost track of where he ended and his lovers began by the time he was brought, screaming, to climax. He retained consciousness for only a few more moments before falling dead asleep in their arms.
He awoke later in the night, so late as to almost be early, to find himself curled up in a pile of elves, all three of them sleeping soundly. For some reason, it almost felt…nice. He almost felt accepted and loved among them. It would have almost been a pleasant moment…
…were it not for the fact that Thranduil was standing over them.
Kili noticed the elf king almost right away, standing beside the bed. He couldn't properly see his expression in the waning light from the fire, but it seemed almost…calculating.
"A beautiful performance, Kili. You will do well here," he said softly before leaning across Elmiriar's sleeping body to press a kiss to his lips. Kili didn't dare to move until he'd pulled away. Then he curled closer against Tirian, who wrapped an arm around him in his sleep, and pretended to fall back asleep himself, even though he knew Thranduil wouldn't be fooled. He waited tensely until the king left, then allowed himself to relax back into Tirian's embrace, crying himself back to sleep.
XxX
Linadel had explained to Kili it was impossible to find a place in the harem that was completely unobserved. It was designed for the viewing pleasure of the king, after all. She was still understanding, though, when she led him to her room for a lesson in fellatio and he asked her for a more private position…ending up with her on her knees in the corner while he stood in front of her.
"Now, I suppose I could take you through this like a lesson, step by step, with careful instruction, but it seems to me the best way to learn is to do," she said, smirking up at him, clearly enjoying his awkwardness. "The only thing you really need to keep in mind is to be gentle. Most people don't enjoy having their sex bitten…unless your partner is excited by that sort of thing, of course, which does happen. Elmiriar actually likes it a little bit rougher…but enough on that. Let's find out what you enjoy."
Linadel began by slipping his trousers and small clothes down just past his upper thighs, laying his soft cock bare. She grinned at him briefly before taking the little thing in her hands and giving it a few well-placed strokes, beginning to wake it up. As he started to grow hard, she sucked gently on the tip of him. It didn't take him long to become fully erect.
"Oh…" he moaned, bracing his hands against the wall as she slid her lips further up his shaft, causing him to tremble. She sucked on his full length for only a moment before withdrawing, delivering tiny, teasing licks up and down the stretch of heated, engorged flesh.
"Is it good?" she asked after a time.
Kili nodded weakly, whimpering at the heated contact. He was hard pressed to keep his legs from trembling too much.
"Then tell me so," she coached encouragingly. "You need to let your partner know what feels good," she said before taking him fully into her mouth again. Kili couldn't help the cry that escaped his throat.
"Ah…feels…feels so good…Lin…Linadel…oh…" he groaned. He could feel her lips twist in an expression of pleasure as she bobbed her head up and down over his cock. He wasn't quite able to stop his hips twitching, but she was able to keep enough of a hold on him that he didn't hurt her. Then she began to hum, sending intense waves of sensation thrumming through his body. Immediately, Kili spilled down her throat, screaming as he came. The trembling aftershocks of the orgasm were just too much for him, though, and the moment she released him, he fell to his knees before her, breathing hard. Smiling, she leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to his burning cheek. Then she pulled his head down to rest against her breast, giving him a good while to recover before continuing.
"You look like you enjoyed that," she said, petting the top of his head.
"Y-yes. Thank you," he mumbled, unable to manage much more than that.
"Good…and now I think you need to learn about returning the favor," she said. Immediately, Kili looked up, a blush on his cheeks and curiosity in his eyes.
"I know it won't help you much to learn to perform cunnilingus, but it's always polite to return the favor," she said, shifting positions and spreading her legs so that he was kneeling between them. Slowly, he nodded.
"I…of…of course…only polite," he stuttered. "Only…what do I do? I've never…seen a woman before."
Linadel laughed softly at this. "Well, you most certainly saw me last night. You had your finger in it more than a handful of times, but I don't suppose you remember the specifics. Nobody really remembers their first orgy."
Kili blushed violently as he looked away from her, horribly embarrassed. Her tinkling laugh quickly ceased and she reached forward to guide his face back to hers, pulling him in for a gentle kiss.
"No. Don't be ashamed, Kili. It's all perfectly normal. You're only just beginning to understand all of this. You've got nothing to be ashamed of," she reassured him, patting his shoulder.
"Will…will you show me?" he finally asked her, meeting her gaze. She smiled at him, nodding as she slowly raised the clinging skirts of her dress, revealing that she wore no undergarments. She was completely bare, with not even a hair to conceal her sex. Taking Kili's hand in hers, she guided it to her. Very slowly, she guided his fingers along the contours of her sex, already reddening and dripping with the wetness from between her legs. She led him gently, assuredly, allowing him to feel every inch of her, until his finger reached a particularly hot place, a little nub of flesh that seemed to pulse when he put his finger against it. Faintly, he heard her gasp.
"That…that's where you'll want to put your tongue," she explained, panting lightly. "Do…do you think you're ready?" she asked. Kili nodded, turning his focus to that hot, moist cleft between her legs. Thinking to experiment a little, he continued to press his finger against the tiny bundle of nerves, drawing several sweet, tiny sounds from her mouth. Smiling at her reaction, he rubbed a little harder, seeing the muscles in her thighs begin to quiver.
"Kili…please…put your mouth on it," she begged quietly, beginning to writhe against the wall, tossing her head from side to side.
Nodding again, Kili lowered his head to her, mouth covering the tiny, moist secret spot. Then he sent his tongue out, lapping vigorously at the undulating flesh and the warm slickness that came from inside her.
Linadel let her head fall back as she curled her fingers loosely in his hair, casting her gaze about as Kili pleasured her. Despite what he wanted, she knew they were being watched. There was no way Thranduil was going to miss even one moment of Kili's time in the harem…and watching Kili lick her clit was no doubt a pleasing sight to him. Briefly, she felt guilt, but it was soon overshadowed by the orgasm building in her body. With a few more solid caresses from Kili's tongue, she was coming, body convulsing against his as a tiny cry of pleasure left her lips.
Kili smiled when he looked up at her, a faint blush still coloring his cheeks. "Was…was it good?"
Linadel returned the smile as she leaned forward and pulled him into a very deep kiss, relishing the taste of her own fluid on his tongue.
"Yes, it was very good. Your lips will most certainly please your lover."
XxX
Kili had given up asking questions after Tirian had led him into a chamber for a quick hand job. As such, he didn't question when Elmiriar and Linadel led him through a door that seemed to lead into a labyrinth completely separate from the harem. It wasn't until he was brought into one of the small side rooms that he began to understand. This was how Thranduil was able to have his private shows.
Several spy holes had been dug in the walls and they looked out into another plush harem suite. Inside he could see Tirian, sprawled out naked on the bed, facedown in the pillows while Thranduil thrust his fingers into him. The king grunted with the effort while Tirian moaned in pleasure, writhing on the bed.
"No," Kili hissed, closing his eyes and turning away. "I can't watch this. It isn't decent…to spy like this."
"Kili, it's all right," Linadel reassured him as she knelt beside him. "They want you to watch. They want you to see…especially Tirian."
"Why?"
"Because Tirian has a soft spot for you. He wants to help you get out of your head…to be able to enjoy yourself."
"And he thinks this will help?" Kili whispered indignantly.
"Well…have a look and find out," Elmiriar said, reasonable as ever.
Slowly, almost against his will, Kili was drawn back by the sounds…the groans and cries of pleasure. Thranduil was half undressed now, pushing his hard cock into Tirian's open, willing body.
This is what's going to happen to you, he thought, feeling a bit of fear in his gut at the idea of Thranduil taking him like this. The sight of Tirian ravished like this, though, was another matter. With his golden hair fanned out on the pillows, his body contorted in bliss, and his voice begging for more, Kili felt a wretched sort of interest beginning to boil in his belly. As Tirian drew closer and closer to climax, Kili could feel his prick start to rise.
'It's all right, you know," Elmiriar whispered to him. "If you see something you like, you're allowed to enjoy it."
Kili shook his head, biting down on his own fist as Tirian reached orgasm. This was one part of his life in the harem he just couldn't get used to…the constant eyes. He'd always felt that sex should be a private act…an act of love…not a display.
"Can…can we go now?" he asked, feeling tears gather in his eyes as he looked away from Tirian's sated body.
When they were well away from the viewing room, Linadel and Elmiriar helped him to get off. They both held him up against the wall, Linadel holding him and kissing him while Elmiriar took him in his mouth, sucking him until he spilled down his throat.
This was all right. He liked this. It was the constant scrutiny that upset him.
Later that evening, just after supper, his three elves brought him back into the spy tunnels for another group lovemaking session, completely unobserved, and he started to feel a little better about the whole thing.
XxX
Kili was awakened the next morning by the feeling of a hand gently fondling his cock. He smiled when he opened his eyes to see Elmiriar smiling down at him.
"Good morning. Do I even get to eat breakfast before we get started for the day?"
"No. The others are busy elsewhere and I thought it best to further your education before they join us for breakfast. I haven't had a chance to have you to myself yet and the other two have. I am the jealous type, after all," he said, helping Kili into a sitting position. The young prince smiled sleepily at him.
"What did you have in mind?"
Elmiriar leaned in close to him, lips hovering just above his ear, hot breath tickling the sensitive flesh. "I'd very much like to take you, little Kili," he whispered heatedly, slipping a hand around his waist. "But Thranduil hasn't had his play yet. Besides…there are other ways for us to have sex without me actually entering you."
Kili shuddered as the elf pressed a moist kiss to the delicate skin just beneath his ear, moaning as he sucked gently. "Oh…mm…please…please show me…Elmiriar."
"As you wish, my prince," he said, lifting his naked body in his arms and carrying him to a bare stretch of wall beside the fireplace. Making sure Kili was steady on his feet, he had him lean against the wall, facing him.
He began on his knees before Kili, gently kissing him for several minutes before reaching between his legs. Instead of gripping Kili's prick, though, he reached past it, fondling the area just between it and his hole. The young dwarf began to groan immediately, surprised by how sensitive the small stretch of flesh was. Elmiriar rubbed at it until his body fairly tingled with sensation. His cock grew hard without his elven lover even touching it.
"Hngh…El…Elmiriar…please…make me come…let me…" he pleaded, voice soft but desperate, breath coming in sharp bursts.
"Not just yet," the elf said, teasingly removing his hands and baring his hard cock to Kili. Then he lifted him up to his own height, keeping him pinned against the wall as he positioned himself against Kili's body, his bulbous head pressed against his perineum.
"Put…put your legs…around my waist," he ordered, voice strained with the effort of holding himself back. Kili sloppily followed the order, desperate for something, anything. He needed to come so badly.
Then Elmiriar began to thrust between his legs.
The sensation was like a firework going off inside his body. The elf moved expertly against him, hitting the same gloriously sensitive spot with every thrust. It wasn't long at all before Kili came undone, screaming as he spilled between them. It took Elmiriar several more minutes to come, with Kili just hanging limply in his arms when he finally released. Kili groaned in pleasure when he felt the gush of semen soak him.
"A bit of a screamer, aren't you," Elmiriar teased as he carried him back to the bed, where they both collapsed in a post coital haze.
"I can't help it. I…I like it. It feels good," Kili admitted, a blush coloring his face as he turned away from Elmiriar. It was true. Every time his lovers had made him come, it had been with a scream of ecstasy from his throat. He couldn't control himself when they brought him such pleasure. He couldn't deny it. He enjoyed sex. He enjoyed it so much, he was beginning to feel like a bit of a whore.
"You've got nothing to be ashamed of, Kili," Elmiriar said softly as he sat up beside Kili, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder. "This is all perfectly natural. You're new to this and it feels good. Of course you're going to enjoy it, no matter where you feel your loyalties ought to lie. We know you have someone you love…and that you would rather be with him, but…even if only for this one week, you are a fellow concubine, and we care for you, too. Let us care for you. You don't have to be ashamed," he soothed, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to Kili's cheek.
Kili rolled back over to look at his dark-haired lover, offering him a grateful smile.
"Thank you…Elmiriar," he said as he slowly sat up again. This time he was the one to lean in, pressing his lips against the elf's in a long, lingering kiss. "It's not anything you've done. I know you all care about me. You've made all this…so special…when it could have been the most horrible experience of my existence. I care about you, too…only I…"
"Your love is waiting for you."
Kili nodded, his smile growing sad and longing. "I hope so."
Clapping his hands against his knees, Elmiriar stood from the bed, then turned to offer Kili a hand.
"Well, no sense in lazing about here all day. We had best bathe before we meet with the others…and I intend to walk you to the bathing chambers just as you are, so everyone can see what we've been up to."
XxX
For the most part, when he was with Linadel, Tirian, and Elmiriar, Kili could forget that he was being observed. The three elves could sweep his body away on a wave of bliss and he could forget that his every move was being watched for someone else's pleasure.
It was harder to forget when Thranduil was right there in the room, unashamedly watching them.
Kili was laid out on the bed, already stripped naked. Elmiriar was otherwise occupied for the evening, but Linadel and Tirian were still with him. Linadel was naked and curled up around the pillows his head rested on, distracting him with gentle kisses to his face, while Tirian sat beside him, stripped only to the waist and laying a rather heated trail of kisses along his belly and hipbones. Kili just couldn't get comfortable, though. He was only too aware of the elf sitting beside the fireplace.
"It's all right, Kili. It's all right," Linadel soothed, briefly sucking on the juncture of his neck and jaw. "It's only us here with you…only us. Just think about us."
"Elmiriar says you let him come between your thighs this morning. Why did you let him do that before me, Kili? I thought you and I had something special," Tirian teased, trailing his kisses down onto the young dwarf's pubic bone. Kili offered him a weak smile, feeling only the tiniest of responses in his groin.
"I didn't…know we could have sex that way," he murmured, gasping when Tirian's tongue darted out to taste his still-soft member.
"Will you let me between those creamy, muscular thighs tonight…pretty Kili?" he asked, keeping eye contact as he very purposefully tongued his cock, up and down.
What he wanted…really wanted…was for Tirian to take him proper, but of course that couldn't happen…especially not with Thranduil sitting right there, so he would certainly enjoying sharing with his golden lover what he had and Elmiriar had done that morning.
"Yes," he moaned, hips bucking lightly up against Tirian's mouth. "I would have you…between my legs…and I would have you stain me with your seed," he said, his voice low with desire, but his face flaming with shock over the words he'd let escape his mouth. Tirian's breathing immediately grew huskier as he finally began to strip out of the rest of his clothing.
"All right. Let's despoil our lovely little prince," he said, getting to his knees on the bed and drawing Kili in close to him, pulling him onto his lap. Immediately, Linadel moved in behind him, supporting him from the back as Tirian positioned himself against Kili's body.
They moved much slower than he and Elmiriar had. Kili groaned softly, relishing in every move Tirian made, feeling the sinful slide of their slick skin and the heat of Tirian's shaft against his own warmth. Reaching up, he tangled his fingers in the elf's golden hair, dreaming of the image of his brother on the night he'd kissed him.
Fili…Fili…the name beat in his blood as he felt his orgasm slowly start to build in his body.
Linadel and Tirian kept him pressed securely between them as he and Tirian moved together, Linadel pressing gentle kisses to his back and shoulders while Tirian thrust a little bit harder. Kili was so close…so close to reaching his climax he very nearly called out his brother's name…but then his gaze slipped to the side and he saw Thranduil…staring at him…eyes burning with want. It was with that sight burned into his eyes that he came, crying out as Tirian brought him to completion. Linadel took his boneless weight into her arms when he collapsed, allowing Tirian to continue thrusting until he also reached his climax, spilling between his already slick thighs.
Kili didn't bother to clean up before cuddling up against Tirian, trying to pretend that they didn't still have an audience. Linadel was kind enough to draw the soiled bedding over their naked bodies and curl up behind him, hiding him from sight in the warm nest of their two bodies. Kili felt his trembling gradually lessening as Tirian cradled him close. Thranduil never did leave, but Kili somehow managed to drift into an uneasy sleep, held safe in the arms of his two elven lovers.
XxX
Once again, Kili was awakened from his sleep by the feel of a hand on his cock, rubbing him insistently to hardness. Thinking it was Tirian, he smiled and reached his own hand down to lay on top of his, expecting some comment about how they shouldn't waste the time they had.
"You want more already? Can't it wait until…morn…ing?" he asked, his voice slowly dying as he realized what was happening.
Linadel, Tirian, and Elmiriar…his three elven lovers…gentle Linadel, laughing Tirian, and strong Elmiriar…he had had all of their hands on his cock more times than he could count in only the last few days. He knew the feel of them very well already. This hot, demanding hand was none of them…and there was only one other person who would touch him so boldly.
Kili's fears were confirmed when he opened his eyes to see Thranduil standing over the bed, just as he had that first night. The blankets had been thrown back, leaving he and his two bedfellows bare, and the king was fondling him intently, leaving him standing erect before him in only moments.
Linadel and Tirian woke in the heavy silence that raged between the king and the prince, both looking worriedly back and forth between the two.
"Leave us," Thranduil ordered, his eyes never leaving Kili's. "I want to be alone with Kili."
Linadel nodded and left. Tirian hesitated only a moment longer before obeying, but before he left, he leaned in and pressed a reassuring kiss to Kili's cheek. "We will return," he said softly before rising from the bed and leaving. Kili had to resist the urge to cling to him.
For a long while, the two just stared at each other, Kili sitting amongst the rumpled sheets with his erect cock standing at attention…and Thranduil standing over him, smiling in a strange way that Kili couldn't quite understand.
Finally breaking the stillness and the silence, Thranduil produced a bottle of oil, setting it on the bedside table before slipping out of his dressing gown…which he was wearing nothing under. Then he knelt on the bed, placing one knee between Kili's legs and leaning in close to him, forcing him to move back, to lie back on the bed, breathing erratic as he stared up at the king with fear in his eyes.
Still smiling, Thranduil leaned all the way down and kissed him. Kili whimpered quietly, as if in protest, but forced himself to lie still, allowing it to happen.
Thranduil spent several minutes lavishing attention on Kili's body, seeing to his pleasure with hands, lips, and tongue. Kili felt the same things he felt when he was with his other lovers…but his body still felt different…out of sorts…like he might start to feel nauseous at any moment. When Thranduil had had enough of playing with him, he reached for the bottle of oil, uncorking it and dribbling a good amount on his fingers.
"Are you ready, Kili? Are you ready to feel me inside you?" he whispered, tracing a single oil-slicked finger teasingly around the rim of his hole. Kili nodded slowly, closing his eyes as Thranduil pushed inside him.
At first, it hurt…his body unused to the burn of penetration…but Thranduil moved slowly and he gradually became used to the sensation, even welcoming the feeling of fullness…now if only it could be someone, anyone other than Thranduil.
Once he'd deemed that Kili was open enough, the elf king backed off slightly, sitting on his knees between his legs.
"Touch me," he ordered softly. Kili didn't need to ask what he meant. Sitting up slowly, he took the king's swollen shaft in both hands, fondling and rubbing, deliberately not looking at him while he worked. It didn't take Thranduil long to push him back down upon the pillows.
"You're mine now, Kili. No matter how many you have after me, I will always be your first. Are you ready for that…dear little virgin princeling?" he asked. His tone wasn't mocking or unkind, simply…matter-of-fact. Kili nodded once more, closing his eyes as Thranduil began to slick his cock.
"Yes. I'm ready."
Remember why you're here.
He kept his eyes closed as Thranduil hiked his legs up to gain entrance to him. The next thing he felt was the tip of the elf's cock pressed at his entrance. Thranduil held the position only a moment before he slowly began to penetrate his body.
Kili kept his eyes closed throughout, acknowledging that he enjoyed the feeling of being filled so full…but also the agony of who it was that was claiming his body. He lay still, feeling the pleasure of the elf king thrusting gently into him over and over again…coupled together with the anguish of losing his virginity this way.
When Kili felt himself drawing near, he chanced a look up at Thranduil…only to find that the king also had his eyes closed, a look of unrestrained joy and bliss on his face as he reveled in the body he was coupling with, clearly enjoying every sensation.
Unable to understand such a look on the face of his enemy, Kili closed his eyes again, crying out softly as he came, his seed spattering against Thranduil's body. It took the king another five minutes of thrusting to reach his climax, letting out an obscene cry as he spilled deep inside Kili's body.
For a long while after, the two of them just lay together, neither speaking to nor looking at each other. Thranduil just held Kili close to him, running his fingers through his hair. Kili couldn't bring himself to look at him when he finally pulled away from him. He just lay on the bed, staring at nothing.
"Thank you, Kili. I've enjoyed this. I hope there's some way I might…bring you pleasure…while you and I are together," he said, his voice oddly sincere.
Then he was gone.
For what felt like another long while to him, Kili just lay there, staring into the fire. He didn't really feel any different, save for the slight ache in his backside. All he really felt was shame…shame and confusion. He hadn't enjoyed it, no…but he couldn't bring himself to hate Thranduil, either. He didn't know what to do anymore…what to feel or what to think or who to turn to. He almost didn't even know who he was anymore. In only a few days, the elves had managed to steal his identity from him. Was he Kili, son of Vili, prince of the line of Durin…or was he pretty Kili, concubine of Thranduil, lover of Linadel, Tirian, and Elmiriar?
He was so confused, it took him several minutes to realize he was sobbing brokenly.
The pillow his head rested on was soaked with tears and he could feel them pouring down his face, crusting his skin with salt. For a moment, he tried to hold it back, but the effort proved to be futile. He just curled into a ball on the bed and wept. He wept until he was drained of absolutely everything…and when he felt hands on his shoulders, he clumsily shoved them away, fearing it was Thranduill…but then he heard Tirian's gentle voice at his ear.
"Don't cry, Kili. Please don't cry," he heard him soothe, feeling the bed shift as he sat beside him. Kili tried to resist when he drew his face up to look him in the eyes. He didn't imagine he looked very attractive right now…face red and puffy from crying and tears and snot dribbling down his face. Tirian didn't react, though. He simply pulled Kili into his arms, cradling him close…exactly like Fili used to do.
"I know he can seem hard…but Thranduil does care for you…in his own way. He wouldn't have brought you here if he didn't. He just…doesn't know how to let himself love you. He never has with the dwarven princes…and he's never tried…not until he met you."
"But I…I don't…love him," Kili choked out, clinging to his lover as he gently rubbed his back.
"We know. He's not asking you to. None of us are asking you to. We know how it is with dwarves. We know that Aule made someone special just for you…and you feel that you're betraying him when you lie with us."
"Y-yes," Kili whispered.
"If I can promise you nothing else, Kili, I can promise you this. This life we live in the night court…what we do…it is only sex. We care for each other and we look after each other, but it really is only sex. If you think you've felt good with us, you just wait. Wait until you lie down with the one you love. Nothing will compare…nothing in the world."
"But…what if…what if he's…disgusted with me?" he asked, voice hoarse from overuse.
"You know that already. If he cannot accept you…then he never loved you to begin with and he was never your One. To do something like this…for the sake of your love…there is nothing braver. No one deserves to have his true love more than you do, Kili. You need feel no shame in our time together."
Kili didn't know why, but when Tirian said those words, it was the first time he actually felt he could believe them. Feeling his shaking finally start to subside, he just let himself rest in Tirian's arms, exhausted, but feeling a little better about himself. When he finally looked up, he saw Linadel and Elmiriar standing beside the bed, as well.
"Thank you," he said softly. "All of you. I don't think I would have been able to get through this without you."
"You'll be all right," Tirian said with a smile. "But now I think we should probably all get back to sleep. We intend to keep you very busy while we still have you."
XxX
The next elf to visit Kili's bed was one he had seen only once before…the prince who had helped them against the spiders, Legolas. Kili had been using a very rare moment of quiet time to peruse an elvish tome on archery that Elmiriar had secured for him when the elven prince ventured into his room.
"Hello," Kili said, eyes on the elf as he set his book down.
Legolas didn't return the greeting. For several minutes, he just stared at the young dwarf, a questioning look in his eyes. Kili was the one to finally break the strained silence.
"Did you come here to…utilize my services?" he asked, a very tiny note of disdain in his voice. He had been told that he would have absolute say in who shared his body, but he wasn't sure if that courtesy applied to the king's own son.
"I'm not usually permitted to be here," the elf prince finally started talking. "The harem is meant to be for the king's use only. But my father granted me special permission to come to you."
"Ah," Kili began, gaze drifting to the floor as he undid his sash, moving slowly in the direction of the bed. If that were the case, his own choice certainly had no meaning in this situation. For whatever reasons of his own, Thranduil wanted to share his pretty new concubine with his son.
"I have never lain with a dwarf," the blond prince admitted in a stilted voice, his expression still strained. "My father seems to think there's something special about you."
Kili returned the elf's questioning gaze for a moment before continuing to strip. Even now, he could not get his head around Thranduil's feelings toward him. Sometimes he seemed to think of him as a plaything…other times, it seemed the elf king held him in some sort of esteem, which Kili just couldn't understand, as he was essentially his bed slave. When Tirian had told him Thranduil cared for him, he had taken it to mean the way one cared for a pet, and now here was Legolas saying he thought him special. What was there for it but to let the elven prince come to his bed, share his body, and see what came of it? He let his expression slip into a soft, sultry smile as he laid himself out on the bed, as inviting and open as he could make himself. He was certain his three lovers would have been proud.
"Well…I suppose the only thing you can do is find out," he said, parting his legs just slightly.
The elf stared at him a moment longer before finally beginning to undress. When he was down to just his trousers, he climbed onto the bed with Kili. Moving on top of him, he leaned down and kissed him. Kili could still feel his hesitance through the press of lips.
"Maybe…you should let me take the reins on this one," he suggested, looking up at Legolas from beneath long eyelashes.
"Do you mean…let you…" the prince trailed off, mild horror in his voice.
"No, of course not. I only mean to let me get things going for us. Here…lie down," he offered, patting the spot he'd previously been lying in. When Legolas complied, Kili quickly settled himself in the elf prince's lap, taking a moment to wriggle his behind rather wantonly against the prince's clothed sex. He couldn't help the tiny, pleased grin that blossomed when the elf moaned softly. Already, he could feel him starting to react to his body.
Kili spent the next several minutes laying teasing kisses along his new lover's face, neck, and chest, drawing tiny sounds of pleasure from his fair lips. He couldn't help the small flicker of pride he felt for being able to get to the prince so easily. He had learned well from his lovers…and by the time he had worked Legolas up to a fever pitch, the prince was panting hard with want, fully erect cock pressing sinfully up against the cleft in the young dwarf's ass.
"On…on your knees…dwarf. I want you on all fours," the blond ordered heatedly, eyes clouded with lust as they traced Kili's gloriously naked body.
"As you wish, elf prince," Kili said, rolling off to the side and allowing Legolas up. While the elf hastily struggled out of the remainder of his clothing, Kili took up the position he'd asked for. This was only the second time he'd be taken on all fours. The first time had been with Elmiriar…only that morning, in fact. He felt a tiny fluttering of nerves, though, when he felt the prince's hands roughly seize his hips, as if he meant to take him just like that. Kili quickly jerked his body away.
"You aren't coming anywhere near me without oil…Your Majesty," he added at the last minute, reaching for the bottle in the bedside table and tossing it to the elf prince. He seemed to think to be insulted for a moment, but by this point he was just too far gone with lust to make a big deal of it.
It was a hasty job, him getting Kili open and slicking himself up, but Kili found he actually…liked it a little bit…the frenzied harshness and rawness of it when Legolas thrust into him. It was over quickly, but the young dwarf still found himself sated when the two of them lay beside each other, collapsed in a heap of exhaustion. Kili couldn't quite help the thrum of satisfaction he felt when he looked into the prince's eyes and saw him blush. Legolas quickly climbed out of the bed and began to gather his clothes in a fluster, pointedly not looking at Kili as he dressed.
"Th-thank you," he muttered, still not looking at him. "The experience…was…it was good. Thank you," he finally choked out.
"You're welcome," Kili said smoothly, smiling enticingly at the elf when he finally managed to make himself meet his gaze again. For a moment, they just stared at each other, both of them knowing that all the power in the room lay in only one spot. Blushing even harder, Legolas whispered another 'thank you' before making a hasty exit. Kili just smiled to himself all the while. He couldn't really move after the elf prince's rough treatment of his arse, but he was pleased with himself nonetheless. He had learned much in his time as a concubine…much that he would use to pleasure Fili and make him scream his name…but if he had also gained some sort of power over these elf royals, then all the better for Erebor.
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