"More…"
The command slipped out of the dwarf's trembling lips although the sound was muffled by blankets. Moaning, with his body face down, his grip tightened on the damp sheets stained with bodily fluids. Sweat trickled down his skin as the Elvenking drove Thorin's hips hard into the bed.
Thranduil's breathing was evenly paced and his skin didn't reveal a single blemish as he thrust into his heated pet. He smiled as he propped himself over the dwarf's body by his hands. The Elvenking couldn't see the dwarf's face as Thorin buried his moans into the bedding. However, every once in a while a jolt from the elf's hips or a desperate plea would bring Thorin's pleasure-strained eyes into view.
The prince groaned with every stroke of his master's cock against his prostate. Each thrust drove his leaking cock into previous stains on the bed. On occasion, Thorin's hand would accidentally grab hold of the Elvenking's silver hair that draped above his head. This was not the first round however.
To Thranduil it seemed like his pet became an animal in heat, with a lust that could not be satisfied. But for Thorin it was an attempt to escape his sadness. Unfortunately for the exiled Durin, he fell into the trap he laid for his master and only lust influenced his mind now.
"More…"
The dwarf prince pleaded through a dry moan as his head raised for his master to hear him this time. His body should have been too sore to enjoy any pleasure by now but something kept him well enough to continue. Elf tricks he would have assumed if it wasn't for his master's long cock driving his body insane with pleasure.
Thranduil gripped the back of Thorin's neck and forced the dwarf's head back into the bedding. Venomous words tingled Thorin's spine, although it seemed to have a hint of playfulness mixed in.
"Who are you to give me orders?"
The Elvenking's eyes widened with wicked joy and his lips parted like a deranged man of Esgaroth.
In the beginning he was delicate with his fragile-minded pet. Rocking his hips slowly and nuzzling out any lingering sobs the dwarf held back. But as soon as the dwarf began giving out orders, Thranduil was more than happy to oblige in reminding his beloved pet who was in control.
Like a snake, the hand on the prince's neck slithered around and grabbed the dwarf's face, drawing it back. His other hand jerked Thorin's wrist from the bed and drew it offside, stretching the prince's arm out. Thranduil laid on the dwarf's back, not caring to crush his pet.
A quick and fluid movement had the elf's teeth grazing Thorin's ear. The Elvenking savoured the sudden whimper he drove out of his pet's throat as he snapped his hips hard enough to bruise Thorin's pelvis.
"I have only laid claim to your body once before, unless you would care to count tonight's dinner service as the second. You barely managed to handle your first time and now look at you, writhing like an uncontrollable Silvan wench that cannot be satisfied."
"Kahomhîlizu…" (please)
The seductive sound vibrated from the dwarf's throat causing the Elvenking's lip to tremble uncontrollably. He quickly sealed his lips and tried to suppress the urge to be swayed by the sinful language. A sudden movement had the elf's hand gripping Thorin's shoulder, jerking it down with Thranduil's teeth dangerously teasing his pet's vein.
"Misbehaving creature… You think you can control my lust with your sins but you forget…"
Thorin let out a faint sound as his sex-driven body curled against his master's firm stomach. Thranduil's lips moved back to Thorin's ear with the elf's tongue licking his lobe. The king's deep voice resonated through his pet's mind causing the little prince to shudder at every word.
"I control your body…"
Thorin's eyes fluttered in need but his body flooded with an odd sensation. He squirmed irritably and rubbed against his master's stomach for relief.
Thranduil chuckled and gripped his pet's shoulder, drawing his hand down to Thorin's wrist again. The prince moaned at the touch that aided to relieve him of the strange feeling. It was the rough touch his body needed to get rid of the annoying sensation.
The Durin pouted and whined, constantly rolling his hips into his master to see if Thranduil's shaft would relieve him as well. It only served as a slight distraction but the sensation started to arouse the dwarf. The Elvenking spoke menacingly as he withdrew his cock while his pet cried out for him to stay.
"What's wrong my pet? Does something trouble you?"
"Guchir… Please relieve me…" (Master)
"Relieve you from what?"
A pitiful moan crept out from Thorin's mouth as he squirmed for attention.
"Please touch me…Kahomhîlizu thakmên" (Please mine me)
Thranduil's lips pursed tightly in an unwanted smirk. He brought his nails to Thorin's back and stroked hard down the dwarf's spine. The prince let out a stuttering gasp followed by a deep pleasured groan as a burning sensation trailed down the marks on his back.
Thorin yelped suddenly as his master jerked him to stand, leaning into the elf's stomach. The prince's arse slid further back onto Thranduil's shaft, moaning at every inch that filled his body.
"Guchir…" (Master)
There was a curious look on the Elvenking's face, followed by an intrigued hum. His fingertips lightly slid up the dwarf's legs, taking note how they quaked to stay steady. The Durin prince squirmed to get his master to touch his thighs harder but Thranduil simply pulled his hand away.
"You've been lying all this time. Here I thought my efforts were in vain but now I see how much energy I have drained from you my pet. What purpose did you have in keeping this a secret from me?"
Thranduil tauntingly spoke the last words while he leaned down to almost whisper into Thorin's ear. A simple moan followed by the soft feel of the dwarf's hair rubbing against the elf's chest was the only response. The Elvenking gripped his dwarf's jaw and jerked Thorin to look at him with their lips barely touching each other's.
There was a dazed look in the prince's eyes as he watched the elf's lips move, feeling Thranduil's hot breath against his own.
"How much longer do you plan to keep this charade?"
Thorin raised himself enough to brush his beard against the elf's skin and kissed his master pleadingly. Thranduil's teeth lightly clenched together as the king's own mask was starting to falter. The sight made it difficult for even the Elvenking to remain in control of his pet.
The small body, even when standing, could barely reach the top of his chest while the king kneeled. The prince he stolen and the dwarf he tamed, all writhing beneath him with what seemed like enough stamina to keep going until the Elvenking was satisfied. Though Thranduil may have helped that slightly…
"Thak me…" (Mine me)
A subtle gasp, too quiet for the dwarf to hear, escaped the elf's chest. Thranduil's thoughts were interrupted by the sacred language he relished in defiling with his lecherous advances. Luckily for the Elvenking, Thorin was too lost in his lust to notice his master giving into him.
Thranduil grinned as he noticed something peculiar slightly protruding from the dwarf's mid-section. The elf's deep voice resounded with curiosity and tease.
"It is time we discovered the limits of your body… And mine…"
Before Thorin could register the thought his master grabbed his hand and guided it over the odd lump. Still in a daze the Durin let his fingertips stroke over the area. Slowly his mind twisted in confusion as he looked down at himself. Thranduil seductively spoke in a low voice above him while he rubbed Thorin's fingers.
"Do you know what this is?"
The prince's thumb fumbled over the lump with the elf's guidance.
"No…"
"Then pay attention."
While Thorin watched the Elvenking withdrew his shaft slightly and the dwarf watched the lump disappear. When Thranduil pushed back into the prince's body Thorin's eyes widened in fear. Stuttering breaths left Thorin's body while his master grinned wickedly and tilted the prince's head once more. Thorin swallowed dryly, clearly alert of the situation now.
"What is it?"
Thranduil questioned with a lecherous smile. The prince's lip trembled as he attempted to speak.
"Its… Your… Inside me…"
"Am I? I thought you would have known all this time. Have I worn your body to the point you can no longer feel my presence?"
The Elvenking's lips curled as he mocked his pet. He forced Thorin's fingers to follow his shaft as he arched himself inside the dwarf's body. The Durin trembled with a faint whimper escaping his lips.
"So my pet, what are the limits of your body?"
"No please… Please don't…"
Thorin leaned back by reflex, trying to distance himself from the protruding image. It only helped press his master's cock harder against his palm. Thranduil hummed in amusement at the dwarf's subtle whimper.
"You would like to feel it against your hand as I thrust? Very well."
"No!"
The prince cried out before his master's hips rapidly rutted against his rear. Pathetic moans filled the room as Thorin felt his master's cock hit his palm with every thrust. Squirming the Durin prince continued to cry out his pleasure and dismay.
Thranduil chuckled deviously while he kept the dwarf's hand in place. Slowly he angled his hips to see how far his shaft could reach into the little Durin's body.
"No… Stop…"
A weak plea came from the prince as his hand forcefully followed the ongoing path of his master's cock. When their thumbs reached the dwarf's rib cage the protruding skin diminished. Thranduil pouted and ceased his movements while Thorin panted heavily, rolling his head back in relief.
"Pity. However I am sure we can assume the distance."
A menacing groan reverberated from the elf's chest, causing his little pet to shudder. Thranduil moved his hand in time with his hips until his cock was fully submerged within his pet's body. The dwarf whimpered at the feel of his master's shaft twitching inside him. Their fingers had stopped just a little above his rib cage.
Thorin looked away, unsure whether to be aroused or remain fearful about the entire situation.
Be calm…
This is nothing…
He has already been inside you…
I did not wish to know…
Be calm…
Thranduil smirked to his panting pet, trying to relax against his body.
"Your mind does not need to waste its energy with panicking. There are far greater things to divulge in."
Thorin trembled when his master's arms held him tightly against the elf's stomach. One hand slipped over to thumb the prince's lips and pulled the dwarf's jaw down. More hollering pleas echoed off the walls as the Elvenking began thrusting madly into his pet. Drowned with pleasure, Thorin licked his master's thumb and looked up to Thranduil with tears streaming down his pleasure-exhausted face.
"Master…"
"Shhh."
Thranduil pumped harder until Thorin's voice cracked from dryness. His palm curled around the dwarf's throat, feeling every remaining moan. The prince's lips moved and mouthed the word 'more Guchir' until his master finished inside him.
Thorin gasped as he felt the heat of his master's cum spreading down his body. Thranduil withdrew slightly to remind his pet of the lengthy cock inside him. The prince shuddered with a deep groan while his orgasm spilled over the mess in the sheets.
The elf's fingers could sense the dwarf's muscles relaxing. He held Thorin tighter knowing the dwarf would collapse without aid. Thranduil hummed against his pet's ear, smiling at the way the prince curled into him.
"How does it feel?"
Thorin rolled his head exhaustingly against his master before his eyes drooped and he drifted to sleep. A sudden deep thrust from his master jerked the dwarf awake.
"I…"
"Yes?"
"Feel broken…"
Thranduil smiled and his face lit up with delight. He slid his fingers down and gathered any reaming cum still dripping from Thorin's tip.
"Open your mouth."
The prince groaned wearily but there was still enough strength inside him to obey his master's command. He glanced around with his blurry vision until a silhouette came closer to his face. Thorin dropped his jaw and stuck his tongue out to guide the appendage into his mouth.
Thranduil breathed out heavily trying to suppress his own moans while the Durin's tongue lapped around his fingers. Thorin looked back up to his master, tired, but still drowned in lust.
"More…"
A deep pleased chuckle came from the Elvenking's chest and he stroked Thorin's beard gently.
"Demanding pet, have I not fed you?"
Mumbles came from the prince's mouth as his master's fingers pushed deeper towards his throat. Thranduil groaned and his shaft twitched while Thorin hungrily sucked on his digits. He thrust into his pet again only to cause the dwarf's knees to collapse.
The Elvenking removed his support on Thorin's body, watching the prince fall flat against the bed. Thorin's mess spread across his stomach as his master flipped him onto his back. In a moment the elf's weight pressed down on the dwarf's chest and a dripping cock rubbed against Thorin's lips.
The prince looked up to his pleased master and licked out lazily, cleaning Thranduil's shaft.
"More Guchir…" (Master)
"I should punish you for your constant demands."
Thranduil grinned wickedly as his pet's seductive tongue rolled over his tip again. Moving back, the Elvenking pinned the prince's wrists above his head. There was no need for it however as Thorin laid there in utter exhaustion.
"I'm temped to test your endurance little pet. How long will it take before your body breaks beneath me?"
Thorin dozed off for a moment and then forced his eyes to stay open while he challenged his master.
"I cannot be broken…"
"Strong words from a dwarf who whimpers as I penetrate him. And of one who can barely keep his eyes open this very instant. Have you any real strength left?"
The Elvenking didn't care for the answer as he already pushed Thorin's knees to the dwarf's shoulders and positioned his shaft. The Durin blinked tiredly, resisting falling asleep again. He attempted to push himself up to kiss his master, but Thranduil's hold on his knees made that impossible.
"Speak. Tell me what you want."
Thorin rested his head back into the sheets and breathed deeply.
"More…"
