You're lying in your cell, asleep, until the creaking of hinges wakes you up .

You open your eyes and you see a tray with a jar with water and some food on it. Since you're hungry, you help yourself without hesitation.
After breakfast you go back to the bench; a guard comes and picks up the tray. You don't mind him any further until you hear a familiar voice. A few words in Elvish are exchanged, then Thranduil enters the cell. Outside you see the guards, who usually patrol the dungeon, go away.
With his familiar, cold glance the slender elf watches you but he says nothing. Finally you dare to break the silence : "Why do you keep me imprisoned?"
A smile flits across his face before he answers: "You've entered my realm without permission. "
"But I'm no danger and also no use to you! "
"You're not? " With this question he pulls you off the bench, so that you're standing in front of him .
Thranduil quickly grabs one boob and squeezes it slightly, while he pushes you against the wall. You look him in the face, again you notice the joy he has because of his superiority.
Suddenly, he does something that you did not expect of him. His face comes close to yours and without hesitation he presses his lips on yours, his tongue carves between your lips.
This is not a romantic kiss, it is full of lust .
The kiss is long and intense, but suddenly Thranduil interupts it, grabs you by the shoulders and turns around. You your hands against the wall and your robe is pushed up. Thranduil slaps you on the rear, then, without a warning, he lets a finger slip into you. Close to your ear you can hear his voice: "Moan for me!"
You begin to moan quietly but as the elf adds another finger and pushes them deeper into you, your moans become louder. You feel a deep desire, but Thranduil pulls his fingers out of you. They shine in the meager light that falls through the cell door.
Once again the king grabs you and this time he pushes you towards the cell door, but not to let you out.
You hold tight to the bars and look back. Thtanduil's robe and pants are unbuttoned, his chest heaving with his heavy breathing, his penis is long and hard, the tip gleams. He walks towards you, takes your robe and holds it up as he penetrates you.
A moan escapes you. With both hands Thranduil holds your breasts and squeezes them gently.
Unlike yesterday in the dining room, he isn't gentle with you this time. Reckless and driven by lust he thrusts his penis into you again and again, his moans and grunts are loud, just like yours, and you wonder if any other prisoners or guards are near and know what is happening, but you don't care enough. You feel the king's hard penis in you and feel desire.
"Oh Thranduil "you moan. Suddenly, the elf does not move anymore. You want to take a look back, then you hear him laugh and he starts to thrust into you with even greater force and almost makes you scream. Now he squeezes your breasts more tightly together and in a deep voice he asks:"Who is your king?"
Quietly you stammer , " Y... you ... "
"Louder!" With a bang his hand lands on your butt.
You say as loud as possible: "You are ... my king."
With these words he bites into your neck gently, you feel his hot breath and get to the brink of ecstasy until you are finally redeemed and come with a loud groan. Thranduil grunts and moans aswell into your ear before he shoots his cum into you.
With a satisfied grin he lets go of you. You lean on the cell door and watch the graceful Elf buttoning his pants and robe.
"Tonight there will be a banquet. "He looks at you intently.
What is this? An invitation to dine with him?, you ask yourself.
"You will be my personal servant." He pushes you to the side, yelling something in Elvish and waits. Shortly after that, a guard with some fabric and a washbowl appears.
"Wash yourself and put this on." Thranduil says, takes the stuff and put it on the cell floor, then he leaves you alone.
Although he has used you again, you are satisfied. This time he has not denied your orgasm.
Smiling, you pull off your robe, you feel a drop of warm sperm running down the inside of your left thigh. This is the first spot you wash.
When you're finally done, you lift up the fabric.
You hold a silvery white floor-length robe in your hands, it is kept simple and has a tight cut. As you put it on, you realize that it is a little too long.
You sit on the bench and wait that you will be picked up for the banquet. Meanwhile you no have no choice but to think about the events of the last two days.
You realize that you find the Elvenking Thranduil very attractive, just his voice does things to you, but as long as your desires don't get satisfied, your fear outweights the attraction, because he is unpredictable and dominant. He takes what he wants and that is currently you. You ask yourself why. He did not seem to be happy about you when you got captured. And you wonder if he will set you free some day.

You hear footsteps and Thranduil appears at your cell door. It gets opened and you step out. Outside are two more guards. The Elvenking is eyeing you up and down, nodding almost imperceptibly, turns around and leaves. You look confused before you are pushed by the guards.
"You will follow every order I give you. Only my orders. Do you understand?" asks Thranduil.
"Yes."
" Yes what? "
"Yes, I understand, my king."
Finally we reach the gate leading into the dining room. You stand next to the king and the gate opens.
The long table is now full with food and drinks, many Elves are sitting around it. You go to the end of the table where Thranduil seats himself in his big chair.
A young Elf who has a certain similarity with Thranduil, looks at you suspiciously and then turns to the king, but you do not understand what they talk about.
Without looking at you, Thranduil you holds out his glass of wine. First you do not understand why, but then you remember the reason for your presence and you grab the wine carafe and pour some wine into his glass.
For the next two hours you do nothing more than serving Thranduil, you're his personal servant.
But as he had already drunk a few glasses of wine, he is calling you . He gives you a pat on the butt and signals you to sit on his lap. Legs apart you sit on his left leg and look at him, slightly confused but he puts one arm around you, with one hand on your breast and kneads it gently while he talks with another Elf.
Soon after that he starts to bounce with the leg you sit on. Again and again his leg presses against your clit and you feel aroused.
When he sends you to get more wine for him, you get up and notice the wet spot you left on his leg.
Afraid you look at Thranduil, when he noticed the stain, he just smiles. He turns to the elf next to him, then he gets up and runs after you to the center of the table. He grabs you by the arm and whispers "Come with me!" into your ear, and pulls you out of the room, down a few stairs and to the room where you woke up the day after your arrest.
Inside, you notice the big bed which, like almost everything, is decorated with antlers; in the middle of the room is a jacuzzi.
You go to bed where Thranduil opens your robe, throws it next to the bed and presses you onto the soft mattress, then he undresses himself. Now you see him fully nude from the front for the first time, his body is graceful and handsome. You see his hard penis and you already spread your legs automatically but the king grabs them and puts them on his shoulders before he slowly penetrates you. You both moan at the same time when he is deep inside you.
He slides in and out repeatedly and rhythmically; with one hand he plays with your nipples, strokes them, pinches them, pulls at them carefully .
His other hand is on your vagina, with his thumb circling over the clitoris which excites you even more.
This time the sex is different than before. It seems to be gentle, almost lovingly, and you enjoy it. Again, your fear of Thranduil has disappeared. You watch him, the aroused expression on his face, you hear how he moans. Yet you don't look each other in the eyes.
Suddenly he bends down and begins to kiss you like crazy, your tongues swirl around each other until both of you reach your climax.
Thranduil gives you one last kiss before he drops down next to you. His long, blond hair touches your face and you look over at him and wait for a command or that he calls the guards to pick you up, but nothing happens. Instead he lies next to you, eyes closed and breathing evenly. He must have fallen asleep.
You decide to go nowhere and prefer to wait but shortly after that you fall asleep .