Chapter 7: Mayhap
Sitting on top of Thranduil's thighs and licking her lips in fervent anticipation, Tauriel marvelled at the feel of his erect manhood between her fingers. They looked so small wrapped around his length. She had been nothing but gentle with him as she somewhat shyly and self-consciously explored the body of her king, yet his cock rose to become thick and smooth and slick with mouth-watering precum, hard as a marble sculpture and fit for a king as it stood to attention proud and distinctive. The redhead wanted nothing more than have that treasure inside her and ride him. Although like most elves, she wasn't one to sleep around and apart from a few experiments in her early youth she did not have many carnal experiences, the captain was quite sure she was encountering something extraordinarily perfect, stealing her breath away.
"Could I take you into my mouth?" The elleth thought she should please him first though, but ask permission as well since she was not making love to any ordinary man. Voicing that aloud made her blush, the colour of her cheeks intent on matching her hair.
"Too late for that," he bit his bottom lip, his eagerness to penetrate matching hers. His member having had enough of unproductive teases and touches as well, twitched for attention and thus he grabbed hold of her bottom roughly, fingers leaving a mark and smarting as he slid her upwards and impaled her on his manhood.
Demanding and commanding and not any different than she had known him, the king gave her no breathing space, time to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of a hot and moist heaven filling her, making her whole body burn with dizzying tingles, nor allowed her own initiative, but determined their rhythm and the strength of the thrusts, eliciting a sensation of pleasure in her so intense that her body stiffened and convulsed with it and yet he was still picking up speed to the extent the old bed started to creak and bend, not used to the treatment. Neither of them heard it though, their moans and breathing loud and as one.
Long, fluid, solid strokes and deep thrusts, penetrating into her core, hips bounding wildly, his hair in a previously unseen, unlikely mess. One thought Tauriel did register and that was disbelief at how someone who can make love like this could be fading. His grunts were of pleasure and it gave the younger elf hope.
In a surreal and hypnotising moment of detachment from physical sensation, but induced by the ecstasy of it, the warrior maiden looked down at her lover, taking in his appearance. The particular curves his open mouth formed she had never seen before, the dreamy expression, his devouring, warm look in a shade of blue that spoke of better times. It was something she knew she would never forget, a side of Thranduil she found too late.
One blink and it was all gone. Breathing rapidly and breaking sweat, Thranduil's movements became erratic. A few more thrusts and he was gyrating his hips more than he was lifting them and Tauriel panickingly realised he was struggling, he was losing strength. Concentrating back on the fleshly, she rocked her own her own hips hard and fast instead, riding with ferocity. Although his eyes closed and his expression turned into one that reminded her more of pain than pleasure, his manhood never faltered in size or hardness, hitting her inner walls with the same maddening effect as before. Tauriel took that as a sign to go on, at least till his arms came up and around her and pulled her upper body atop of him. His lips pecked at hers as he panted and embraced her, at the same time as the heat of his seed flooded her insides and she tightened around him instinctually, rhythmically, milking every last bit.
"Tauriel…" He breathed, tongue exploring her mouth lazily, and yet there could be no question who had dominance till he slowed and turned his head, indicative of the same exhaustion that engulfed his whole being. Not afterglow, and they both knew it. He did not let go of her however. "Lie with me," he invited, no command, but question.
"How are you feeling?" She probed worriedly as she arranged herself to slide down next to him into the space his arms allowed, freeing him of her unnecessary weight atop.
"Bain," Thranduil answered with more enthusiasm she thought him capable of. "Better than I would've hoped at this moment in time," he assured. He turned a little towards her, keeping the embrace existent and firm, a finger entangling into her hair, most likely on purpose as he left it there. "I wanted to do that for a long time."
"Make love?"
"Bed you." He whispered hoarsely.
"I don't understand." And she didn't. "You wanted to bed me? As in me, in particular?" She nestled cosily into the provided space, hand feeling down his chest. Most elves did not have much body hair and so she cherished the few on his chest, pulling her fingers through. She felt his heart beat under and however irregular, she was strangely reassured by it.
Thranduil chuckled. Not something you heard everyday either, not unless he had been on occasion thoroughly drunk. "Yes, you, you addlepated overweening vexing minx! Don't you know how maddening you are! Nobody dares to defy me the way you do. The only creature in the kingdom I can't subjugate. I would think, you!" Cross, he didn't sound.
"I didn't know I caused you such trouble," she admitted docilely, startled.
"Maybe. But it wouldn't have stopped you if you knew." He said slowly, voice husky. "You're uncontrollable."
"It would've probably encouraged me," Tauriel admitted, a little sheepishly. She just made hot love to the elvenking out of all creatures and basking in the feels, perhaps she could push it a little more. "Knowing I could pull at your strings without too many repercussions." The redhead was a little weary to look up at him though, but when she did she found him calm and at peace, a little smile tugging at his lips. Tauriel marvelled at him, there were many looks of the king she had never experienced before. How many more were there?
He blinked at her languidly, scarcely registering the rude disturbance of her staring at her king, long eyelashes fluttering shut. And that little detail troubled her once more. "Are you well?"
"You worry so much as a wife," he grunted, but not in real displeasure.
"Fight it, you hear!" She hit his chest with unbridled emotion, eyes shining with intensity.
He sighed. "I've lived, long enough Tauriel. I'm almost seven thousand years old."
She shook her head, disbelieving. Now he wants to fade out of all times when losing him will be a loss to her too, personally, "no other will be able to make me feel in bed the way you did there."
He groaned, unimpressed, "you're young and unexperienced. And you love way too easily, Tauriel." There were some more incoherent words, and then his breathing slowed, and Tauriel soon knew he was asleep. He still held onto her tightly in his slumber.
Tbc
Glossary:
Bain – good, fair, blessed.
