"I do not need that elf!"
Thorin reminded himself over and over as he walked aimlessly. He had never been lost on his own before. The dwarves kept to their mountain and rarely had to forage for survival. But even still the prince was far too young to have participated in war. A battle with an orc pack here and there but never hundreds or even thousands.
It wasn't until the sound of croaking trees and braking branches caught the dwarf's attention that Thorin realized his dire situation. He reached for an axe but he forgot he was naked and unarmed, now facing an unknown enemy.
What idiot wanders into a forest unarmed!
Thorin kept his eye on the moving shadows drawing closer.
If I die out here who will save my family?
Idiot!
Knowing running would be futile no matter what enemy he faced, still the prince backed away and readied himself for a sprint. The sounds grew louder and he took a deep breath. Thorin quickly turned to run for his life and crashed into a hard body. His heart raced as he fell to the ground and his horrified eyes wandered over his master's figure.
"Thranduil!"
"Quiet."
The Elvenking hurriedly tossed the dwarf onto his stag and it sprung through the forest. Despite its massive antlers and large body the creature was incredibly agile as it weaved through the woods. Thorin glanced over Thranduil's arm and noticed enormous spiders chasing them.
"What are they!?"
Thranduil pulled Thorin back and held onto the dwarf's waist tighter. Anger and bitterness filled the elf's words as he spoke.
"Creatures that have no place in my forest."
It wasn't long before squealing cries of dying spiders filled the woods. Thorin watched as Thranduil's elves jumped from tree to tree, killing off the monstrous creatures. He rested his head against Thranduil's chest with grateful sigh.
"Ignorant dwarf."
The prince glared to his master and barked his response.
"You followed me all this time when you could have let me die! Either you're insane or you have yet to realize I'm an expendable slave so shut up!"
Thorin growled lowly to himself and Thranduil said nothing. They returned to the Elvenking's halls and the prince refused to acknowledge his surroundings. The underground kingdom was filled with immaculate designs and architecture using the large tree roots as its structure. But the prince didn't care. He kept his head down and focused on his own feet.
Thranduil hardly addressed the odd glances over his torn clothing. However, the elves were more concerned over the naked dwarf following their King whom just returned from conquering Erebor. Their stares meant nothing to the prince of course and they proceeded to Thranduil's room.
Once inside the young dwarf spotted a private bath and entered without permission. Thranduil spoke coldly while he removed his ripped clothing.
"That is not for you."
"I don't care."
Thorin muttered and scrubbed his master's filth from his skin. After a quick dip he emerged to see Thranduil glaring at him in a new attire.
"You should have washed me before coming here. It's your own fault your precious water is filthy now."
The prince climbed out and grabbed Thranduil's abandoned clothes, drying himself without a care. There was an annoyed hum from the Elvenking but the dwarf ignored him. Thorin crawled onto the gigantic bed, far larger than any in Erebor and nested under the sheets. Thranduil hissed and darkly cautioned his pet.
"I did not command you to sleep yet."
"By your command I am nothing more than a bed slave. There is no reason to be elsewhere."
The Elvenking glared and ripped the blankets off the bed. Thorin gave the king wry expression.
"Is it time to un-satisfy your lechery?"
"You will obey me!"
Thranduil snapped and Thorin jumped to his feet.
"You wished for me to obey and I have! Then you wished that I disobeyed and I did! Make up your mind elf!"
A hand quickly snatched Thorin's neck. The prince flinched, expecting to be thrown again, but felt the trembling arm resisting that action.
Damn him, why has he changed so much…
He was kinder in Erebor…
No!
You stole my family!
"Tell me… Why are you so angry when you have stolen everything from me?"
Thorin narrowed his gaze trying to fight back his own tears. The Elvenking glanced around oddly and removed his grip, walking away from the dwarf.
Not this again!
The prince jumped in front of the Elvenking's path with arms stretched.
"Why are you running away?! Face me and tell me the reason for your madness!"
There was a harsh grunt as the dwarf was kicked but he refused to let Thranduil leave. He clutched the elf's robes that dragged along the floor and stopped his master once more. Thranduil gripped his robes and snarled.
"Release me!"
"Coward!"
The Elvenking clenched his teeth as did Thorin and they tore the cloth apart. Thranduil staggered back, covering his partially naked body shyly and looked for a new robe.
"Why are you hiding now?! I have seen your ugly body countless times!"
The dwarf blocked Thranduil's path again but this time he was thrown into the wall with the elf's hand pinning him by his neck. Thorin winced but his anger remained.
"Is this all you can do elf?"
The Elvenking hissed and tightened his grip in warning. Thorin growled and forced his body to resist the strangling as best as he could.
"What are you really planning elf? Kill me already and spare me the boredom!"
Despite the prince's snarling words the Elvenking's eyes lit up in worry. Thorin watched his master's expression change into sadness and reconsidered his accusation.
Why do you look at me like that?
Are you trying to trick me again!
Thorin struggled and the Elvenking gently removed his grip and cupped the dwarf's cheek.
What are you playing at…
The prince stood still, unsure what to expect while the elf gazed down at him sadly.
What's wrong with him?
Why do you look at me as if you care?
You threw me!
Are you afraid I'll die?
Is that why you rescued me in the forest?
Who cares for a prisoner of war…
I am only your possession…
As they stood there staring at each other the prince couldn't help but wonder.
How much do you really care…
The prince quickly put on a defiant mask to cover up his curiosity. He glared at Thranduil and spoke with full intent to carry out his actions.
"The moment you leave this room I will do you a favor and leave my corpse on your bed as a trophy."
Thranduil's eyes widened and his hand twitched away from Thorin's face. The prince tried not to laugh as the truth came into light.
What sort of fool cares for his slave's life?
I don't need your compassion.
I have nothing because of you!
Thorin snarled and snapped at his master.
"I am nothing more than an object to you!"
Thranduil stepped back with a puzzled look and Thorin advanced towards him.
"Why do you stand there and care for my life when all you seek is to destroy it!"
Thranduil's lips lightly pursed but still he remained silent as Thorin advanced.
"I am nothing more than your slave! Your table! Your entertainment and your dog!"
The Elvenking continued to give the prince a grievous look.
"Dammit don't look at me like I am someone you love! I am nothing but a slave to you!"
Thorin clenched his fists tightly as all his frustration finally peeked.
"I've had enough of your teasing and your cruelty. Just allow me to act as your slave without that false hope that we will be free one day…"
The prince lowered his head and kneeled as his strength vanished.
I hate you…
While Thorin sulked his master left the room quietly. Thorin stayed there sulking until the door opened again and Legolas entered the room. The young Durin prince didn't care to notice who had entered and watched elvish boots circle him. The elf spoke in that foreign tongue Thorin still didn't understand but the unpleasant tone was easily recognizable.
"Considering we are the only ones here, I would appreciate it if you would insult me in the common tongue."
Legolas stood still, in front of Thorin's head, glaring at the disrespectful dwarf.
"My father has sent me to guard you."
"Why?"
What does Thranduil want now?
"Because he is afraid you might kill yourself, though I do not know why."
Bastard…
How dare you continue to give a damn…
Thorin's eyes only narrowed with hatred while Legolas looked him over and spoke with sarcasm in his voice.
"It does not appear as though that thought has ever crossed your mind."
What idiot would believe that?
The dwarf prince growled his response.
"Perhaps your father should not trust the words of his captives."
The words seemed to intrigue Legolas as his lips curved into a smile.
"I thought it was impossible. Never have I met a dwarf who would take his own life. Your kind would rather die on my blade than bow before it. Yet here you are. There seems to be no warriors in that mountain after all. No wonder my father had no trouble conquering it."
Thorin snarled as he stood.
"You know nothing…"
Legolas sneered down at the brooding dwarf.
"I have lived longer than your current king. I have had dealing with the dwarves before and while your race keeps its secrets safe, your stubbornness is hardly unnoticeable."
"Leave."
"I take my orders from my father only."
Thorin clenched his fists, trying not to punch the elf.
"Then summon the bastard to get rid of you!"
Legolas returned the glare and slightly moved his fingertips, ready to defend himself.
"I do not understand why my father would keep you as his slave."
Thorin choked out a bitter laugh and mocked the elven prince.
"You boast about your knowledge and yet you are naive to your father's lechery!"
The elf looked down at the dwarf in disgust, eyeing the prince's nude form.
"I have heard rumors but I did not believe them. I cannot confirm or deny them despite your presence in my father's chambers."
"Why don't you follow in his footsteps? Insanity might suit you."
Legolas paced the room in thought.
"I am not like my father. I do not agree or understand him either."
"Then why are you here?"
"He is also my king."
"If your king commanded you to have sex with me in front of my own family, would you obey?"
The Elven prince recoiled in disgust and turned away grumbling out loud to himself.
"What has become of my father… Why would he even allow a slave to anger him…"
Legolas turned back and angrily snapped at the Durin prince.
"He was not like this before he claimed that mountain!"
Thorin huffed in amusement.
"Here I thought all elves had a slave they forced to bend over at their will. Or perhaps your toying with my like your father and you have one begging for mercy in your bed right now."
The Elven prince gagged and shook the thought from his mind.
"Even the Silvans do not participate in slavery. They may perform their lewd acts in front of others unfortunately, but it seems only my father has taken an interest in that trade."
"Trade? Do you mean he intends to sell us?"
Thorin's heart began to race. Thranduil had promised not to give them away, however Legolas shook his head.
"Perhaps I have assumed too much, but I have not heard of my father's plans for your people. He seems far too busy in humiliating you both at the moment."
Thank Aulë…
Please don't force them into this life…
I would rather they live in the dungeons untouched than be forced into an elf's bed…
Thorin stared at Legolas before the elf's words of his father truly sunk in.
Did he say Thranduil is being humiliated?
A cocky smile crept across his face and he proceeded to question the Elven prince.
"Interesting, his own people are disgraced by his actions. Why does anyone allow a mad elf to rule?"
"My father may be mad but he has lived and survived many tragedies… We are here through his leadership and he is a worthy king."
A king that spends his time toying with a slaves body…
"Should I divulge the actions he did not make public?"
The dwarf prince received another glare as he played with his chain. Legolas was quick to respond.
"I am curious, why are you the only dwarf to submit by choice?"
"Should I repeat myself?"
"I hardly believe that is the reason."
"Then you do not understand who I protect and I have given my life to spare them from this fate."
Thorin stood proudly, regardless if he was an outcast or not. His goal had always been to protect his family. Legolas sneered at the dwarf prince, annoyed by his constant arrogance.
"I see, he has threatened your family. You're not doing a good job to satisfy him then, slave."
His words seemed to hit Thorin perfectly and the dwarf lowered his head.
"Your father is insane and there is nothing I can do to please him…"
The sour expression on Legolas' face diminished and he nodded his understanding.
"I still do not understand why he has become so obsessed with your race."
Thorin clenched his fists tightly in fear.
"I do not know why but I pray I can satisfy his lechery and prevent it from drifting to others…"
Legolas looked down and Thorin noticed the elf's expression mimicked his master's the night of the dinner.
"It's the same as him… Why do you look at me in that way?"
The Elven prince spoke with somewhat of a caring voice though it was filled with suspicion.
"There are times when your savage race appears civilized but I cannot tell if you are merely putting on an act."
Thorin glared to the elf.
"If we were savage how could we be capable of acting? You think of us as creatures so low that you actually give insects more respect. It may not have occurred to you elf but we have families we love and protect. We may not have Ilúvatar's blessing but we still feel pain and loss!"
Tears formed in the corner of the prince's eyes and he sunk to the floor. Legolas stared at the dwarf prince with pity.
"I may understand my father a little more now…"
"What do you mean?"
Thorin kept his head down trying to contain his emotions.
"It did not make sense why he would be upset over a savage creature… But clearly no such being is in this room right now."
The dwarf prince was quiet and didn't respond. Legolas glanced him over one last time and curiously asked.
"What are you to him?"
Thorin adverted his gaze and spoke quietly.
"I do not want to know…"
I am his slave am I not…
Legolas raised his brow at the odd response. Thorin glanced around the floor searching for answers before looking sadly to the elven prince.
"Do you think my people will be free one day?"
"No, not while my father rules. He has kept us in the dark since we arrived in this forest… We are trapped here and I see no hope for your people either."
"You are his prisoner?"
Legolas said nothing and headed for the door.
"Are you not going to guard me?"
"I am to stop you from killing yourself, my purpose has been served."
The door closed and Thorin was alone again.
Even your own son is troubled by your actions…
How will any of us escape your madness…
The prince sat on the floor waiting for his master to return. Hours passed and his muscles began to ache. Eventually he tired of waiting and busied himself with his surroundings. His feet splashed in the pool for a bit and later he wandered while his eyes mapped over every detail in the carved wood.
It is not stone…
Thorin trailed his fingers over the etchings and the realization dawned on him.
Am I to live here forever?
Is this my new home?...
I will never see my family again…
Not the stone walls or marble pillars…
Nothing but ugly wood and an insane master for the rest of my life…
The prince sunk against a large root in the corner of the room.
I have to believe they will be safe in my absence…
I am useless…
I cannot fight to free them…
Or bargain with my body…
I cannot save them…
Thorin glanced around the room and noticed a portrait of Thranduil and his former wife with a child in her arms.
Thranduil…
Why did you come to our mountain…
The arkenstone was our treasure that you seemed to desire but I have not seen you remove it from Thror's throne…
To take a slave instead of a priceless jewel…
Thorin rubbed his head vigorously remembering when the elves invaded. The way Thranduil targeted him instead of anyone else. The way the elf teased and humiliated him while sparing his fears.
It can't be…
The prince's heart began to race in fear. He clutched his chest in an attempt to calm himself.
Is it my fault?
Am I the reason you invaded?!
No…
Calm down…
It's just a coincidence…
He has a family already…
He has always hated dwarves, this is just his way of humiliating us…
But why me alone…
Did you really…
The prince struggled to even think the words again and shook his head.
No he is sick and deranged! He could have chosen anyone and I was unfortunate!
I am sure he has the arkenstone somewhere…
I don't know what to do anymore...
A shiver ran down the prince's spine and he removed one of the elven lamps from the wall. It's heat warmed him to the cold that filled the room. Thorin wrapped his body around it as he laid on the floor.
Don't allow him to trick you again.
I am only a slave to him.
If he shows compassion it is only because I am his dog…
A savage dog he's broken to submit to his will…
He doesn't care for any of us, we are merely toys for his enjoyment..
I'm sorry…
I don't know how to save you all...
I don't know what to do…
The prince stared at the fire trying to understand his place in life.
We are his slaves now…
A slave sleeps on the floor do they not?
Perhaps we are not supposed to have heat either…
He can take it away from me if he ever returns…
A night and a day passed, though the prince couldn't tell in the windowless room. Still no one entered and Thorin's stomach began to growl while his boredom grew.
Where is he?
He should have returned by now.
Thorin glanced at the door impatiently.
Did he abandon me here?
What will I do when he returns?
How does a slave welcome his master?
Should I lay in bed for him?
Thorin paced the room muttering to himself and glaring at his surroundings.
Damn this place, I want to go home.
Even though there is no one who wants me there…
I want to lie on the cold stone and listen to the sounds of the mines echoing off our halls.
This place is too quiet and stinks of elves.
I'm hungry…
I miss my family…
I'm so alone here…
The prince glanced around for any loose rocks or stones. The floor was mildly comforting being paved with a partial stone mixture, but it did not cover the sight of the trees. Thorin found nothing and did his best not to snoop through his master's drawers. The entrance called to him and Thorin pressed his ear to it.
Should I?
He listened for footsteps and noticed an odd sound. It seemed the area was vast and filled with water but there were no sounds of other life. Thorin creaked the door open slowly and noticed a bridge crossing over a river. Near the end of the path was a dark tunnel and above him there was a network of rooted walkways but still no one around.
The path is too long. He would catch me if he returned now…
I am supposed to be a slave…
Slaves do not leave without permission.
I hate this room…
I need to get out for a moment…
Thorin took a deep breath and bolted down the path as quick as he could. Just within the entrance of the tunnel were a downward set of stairs. The prince ran down the steps, guided by the sound of running water and his heart melted at the site of large rocks. He smiled and pressed his hand against them, feeling a little less homesick.
Don't stay. Take something small and return.
The prince gathered a few pebbles and ran back to the room. He smiled at the stones as if they were his children and held them tight.
Stay with me…
You are all I have now…
While Thorin laid on the floor, reminiscing on old memories, his ears picked up the sound of footsteps. The dwarf hurried to hide his new treasures in a crevice behind a large root.
He will never find you here…
Thorin kneeled in front of the doorway and Thranduil finally returned. He walked passed the dwarf and sat on the bed, carrying something in his hands.
"Come."
"Yes Guchir." (master)
The prince stood without question and realized his master had brought food. Despite his hunger he wasn't sure if it was intended for his consumption or not. Thorin kneeled at his master's feet, trying not to eye the food like a hungry dog.
I do not know what else to do other than act out this role…
Though I am not sure I am acting anymore..
It seemed Thranduil's anger was gone for now but his face was still eerily unreadable. The Elvenking placed a bowl of greens on the floor in front of his pet.
"Eat."
Thorin picked up the bowl and immediately Thranduil scolded him.
"Eat with your hands."
So I am nothing more than a mut after all…
I suppose I am relieved in a sense…
Thorin lowered his head and obeyed his master's orders, too hungry to protest. With a piece of lettuce in his mouth he felt Thranduil's boot raise his chin. He stared at the Elvenking sadly and forced himself to chew for the elf's sick pleasure. Thranduil watched his pet eat a few more pieces before taking the bowl away.
"You are not qualified to be a dog."
Confused, Thorin sulked at his unknown failure.
What is he playing at now?
Just give me clear direction dammit!
Suddenly the bowl was placed on top of his head and the prince stayed still. He watched the elf stare at him while Thranduil carefully balanced the bowl before removing his hands. Thorin's body jerked by accident and he managed to catch the bowl before it spilled. Thranduil shook his head and sighed dejectedly.
"You are not fit to be a table."
Thorin raised his brow in confusion.
Table?
That is what I said before…
What is this? What is he doing?
"Then…"
Thorin cut off his own words, reminding himself that slaves to not speak. Thranduil glanced at his pet and a loud rumble erupted from Thorin's stomach. The prince grabbed his abdomen in shame and looked away from his master. Thranduil leaned down and picked Thorin up by his waist with the bowl in the prince's hand.
"Feed me."
The Elvenking ordered as he sat his pet on his lap. Thorin began to feed the elf, leaf by leaf and watched Thranduil's eyes lock on him. His hunger grew while his master ate and the dwarf unconsciously bit a piece after Thranduil bit a chunk. The Elvenking raised his brow and continued to watch without bringing it to Thorin's attention.
The dwarf prince grabbed another, giving it to Thranduil before eating the rest. The Elvenking smirked at his unconsciously naughty pet.
Another piece came to Thranduil's lips and this time he did not spare Thorin a thieving bite. However the prince's hunger-driven body did not notice and he tried to bite into nothing. The shock of his own teeth chomping down on themselves jolted the prince to look down at his empty hand. He blushed madly and bowed his head.
What was I doing!
Dammit can I not follow instructions!
"I am sorry, I did not realize what I was doing…"
Thranduil grinned and picked up another piece, giving it to Thorin.
"Eat it before your stomach annoys my ears again."
The prince stared at his master while he was fed.
I know in my heart this is not my true place…
But sitting in your lap fills the empty void with purpose…
I do not want to be left alone again…
I see nothing in the future anymore but being in your presence brings me peace…
Why is it I can feel comfortable on your lap…
When at any moment you may turn on me, throw me, or choke me…
And yet, I sit here relaxed and desperately hoping you will not leave again…
Is this my place after all?
I should not be at ease sitting on an insane elf's lap…
This does not make any sense…
If I was truly born to be your slave shouldn't I not question it?
What's wrong with me…
My family…
I am supposed to be here to protect them…
I don't know what to do anymore…
Thorin continued his mental conversation while he and his master began to feed each other. They took turns until the bowl was empty and Thranduil placed it on the floor. The Elvenking gently cradled his pet and pressed his lips against the dwarf's neck. Thorin's body welcomed the touch and his shaft hardened.
Even though this pleasure is forced upon me I accept it willingly.
Is this what I was created for?
No matter what risks are at stake, my body always seems ready to please you…
I know I hate you…
Why is my mind trying to accept this life?
A light gasp left the dwarf's lips as his shaft was gripped and stroked by his master. Thorin's hips fidgeted, unsure whether hump into the stimulation or not. Soft moans poured out of the dwarf's lips as he willingly gave Thranduil more space to mouth his neck. After a few pumps, Thorin couldn't resist bucking his hips into his master's grip. Thranduil's speed increased along with Thorin's panting breaths.
Do I want this life?
"Thranduil…"
I hate you…
I want to be your slave…
Dammit this is a trick…
Why am I falling for them everytime…
How can I be so desperate for your favor…
Thorin writhed as his master's tongue licked his ear and he gripped the sheets, trying not to finish so soon. However, Thranduil's speed was maddening and the prince couldn't help but shudder with his cum dribbling over his master's fingers. Thorin blushed as he watched the Elvenking lick his fingers clean and hummed against the prince's lips.
"Your turn."
The prince nervously looked at his master.
"Are you going to throw me again?..."
Please don't…
The prince's fists held onto the elf's robes cautiously.
"No."
Thranduil stroked the dwarf's hair and the prince slowly relaxed with each touch.
I know I shouldn't trust his words but I can't resist the feel of his body…
"Use your mouth."
Thorin nodded and slid down, withdrawing the elf's cock from his breeches. He licked the precum off his master's tip and began sucking the elf's length into his mouth.
I know this won't free my family…
I know I am just a toy…
But I want your praise and I do not know why…
"Lower."
The prince slid down until Thranduil's cock hit the back of his throat.
"Lower."
Again The Elvenking commanded and Thorin winced as he tried to force the thick cock into his throat.
I can't…
"Lower."
Thranduil groaned as Thorin gagged and pulled back instinctively. He opened his mouth to admit defeat but remembered his place as a slave.
A slave must suffer to please their master…
Thorin placed his mouth back on the elf's tip but Thranduil stopped him. He looked up as his head was guided bellow the elf's shaft. Thorin kissed the veins and licked his way down while his master's muscles tensed slightly.
I enjoy this smell.
His taste…
"Lower."
Lower? What does he mean?
The confused dwarf puzzled over the order. He continued to kiss and nibble the elf's shaft while his head buried itself between the elf's subtly trembling legs.
Am I pleasing you master?
"Lower."
Here?
Thorin reached his master's sack and gently trailed his tongue across the soft globes. Thranduil still repeated the same command but there was no place left for the prince to go. Thorin spoke quietly, hoping the elf would not be upset for his request.
"Guchir… I cannot move anymore unless you provide space…" (master)
Thranduil hummed in thought while his fingers lightly gripped the sheets. It took a moment before he laid face down on the bed. Thorin glanced over his master's clothed body and worriedly asked another question.
"May I remove your clothing?..."
"You have my permission."
The prince slowly removed the elf's boots and pants, noting his master growing tenser from his actions. Thranduil barely parted his legs and Thorin carefully slipped his tongue at the base of his master's sack.
"Higher…"
Thorin's nose hit the edge of the Elvenking's white cheeks and he snapped out of his obedient state, frozen with fear.
It's a trap!
Why did I not stop myself earlier!
He's going to attack me…
The prince stared at his master's stiff body clutching the sheets.
What do I do…
I shouldn't proceed…
"Higher."
Thranduil commanded more sternly and the prince jumped slightly. He gulped and obeyed, moving his trembling hands to spread his master's arse. There was a hiss that followed and the Elvenking's body pulled away, fighting against the dwarf's movements. Thorin stayed still, waiting to be thrown.
He listened to Thranduil's heavy breaths calm and the elf's body lean back towards him.
"Continue."
Why are you doing this to me?
Thorin nervously pushed his mouth between his master's crease feeling his master twitch from his beard scraping against the gentle skin.
I am trying to please you…
Don't become insane now…
A light chuckle caught him off guard and he froze sitll until he realized his beard was tickling the elf. Thorin held back a sigh and proceeded to lick his master's tight entrance. Thranduil let out a high pitched moan and his body jerked away from Thorin's tongue. The prince waited until his master calmed before licking again, unsure what Thranduil was planning.
Do you really want this?
Or is this just an excuse to attack me?
It won't feel bad I promise…
Each lick was a pleasuring shock to his master that had them both on edge. Thranduil arched away from him with a loud moan before calming down slightly, still tense against the dwarf's hands. Thorin figured he should keep a constant pace and it seemed to dull the Elvenking's surprised reactions.
Thranduil's thighs nervously rubbed against the dwarf's shoulders while he moaned out his pleasure. Thorin listened closely to his master's sounds and boldly massaged his master's tensed cheeks while his tongue prodded Thranduil's hole. Soon the Elvenking began bucking his hips as he clutched the sheets.
He's accepting the pleasure…
"More…"
Thorin's tongue slowed in confusion to the order.
Does he want me to go beyond using my tongue?
Are you really allowing me to do this?
Thorin cautiously rubbed his finger over the tight muscle, keeping an eye on Thranduil's response. He continued to tongue his master while his finger slowly pushed into the elf's entrance. The Elvenking's voice pitched with fear as he spoke.
"More..."
The prince licked a second finger and snuck it inside. Thranduil's entrance tensed around him and Thorin knew it was caused by the painful stretch. His master hissed, almost snarling, and his body tensed madly.
Calm down…
It'll pass…
Thorin quickly licked around the elf's rim to help Thranduil adjust and relax. He nibbled the inside of Thranduil's cheeks in order to distract the elf. The Elvenking seemed to force himself to release his hold on the blankets in order to calm himself.
It's ok…
You'll be fine…
Don't panic…
The dwarf remembered a spot inside his body that gave him great pleasure and attempted to find it inside Thranduil. He had no clue what he was searching for but carefully moved his fingers around until Thranduil's back arched off the bed with a gasping moan.
The Elvenking fell back to the bed, gripping the sheets again and grinded his hips against his pet's fingers.
That's it, don't be afraid to enjoy it.
Thorin smiled and continued to stroke that spot until his mischievous side returned. With Thranduil finally relaxed against his fingers he purposely sought to tease his master's pleasure by avoiding touching that area. There was an annoyed groan from his master as the Elvenking's hips tried to force the dwarf's fingers to touch that spot again.
It feels good to be teased now and then, you've taught me well.
Thorin smirked, about to lean down and kiss his master's spine but he stopped himself.
No, I am not the master…
It is not my right to toy with him unless ordered to…
I must stop losing control over myself…
He returned to his assigned area and pleasured his master's prostate. Thranduil's face flushed with an un-elvenlike red as he writhed in the sheets. The dwarf's cock throbbed as he watched his master's back curl seductively from each pleasuring wave.
Is this what you see when you're playing with me?
I see why it's hard to resist teasing my body now…
Thorin fingered Thranduil harder while his eyes locked on the tempting entrance swallowing his fingers. Slowly his cock pulsed, wanting to feel the sensation waiting inside the Elvenking's body. The prince held back his urges and humped the edge of the bed while he thrust his fingers in harder.
You're a slave…
Remember that…
Thranduil's moans eventually turned into snarls and his muscles tensed again. He gripped the sheets angrily and finally he snapped, grabbing Thorin's throat.
What!?
The prince laid in shock as he found himself on the floor again but his master was straddling his hips. Thranduil aggressively sucked marks into Thorin's neck and the prince noticed his cock being placed at the elf's entrance.
What is he doing?
He snapped again but he still wants me to enter?
I don't understand…
Why are you angry?
The Elvenking hissed as he rocked his hips against the dwarf's cock, with his muscle hungrily wanting his pet's cock. Thorin groaned from his master's hole tensing around his tip and couldn't resist bucking against his master. Thranduil's eyes glossed over as he worked himself into a leaking mess on Thorin's stomach.
Are you afraid to feel pleasure?
Or have I failed to please you?
What did I do wrong…
Thorin was kept in place by his snarling master. But as Thranduil started to force the dwarf's tip into his body, the prince knew he had to stop him. Immediately Thorin slid his fingers between his cock and the elf's entrance, blocking Thranduil's attempt. The Elvenking hissed and grabbed the prince's wrist, pinning him down.
"You're going to hurt yourself!"
Thranduil glared at his pet with the words ringing through his mind.
I know he's angry…
I know I'm just a slave…
But I care…
"I don't want to be used to hurt you… I only wanted to show you the pleasure you have shown me..."
That sounded foolish…
The Elvenking hissed and grabbed his breaches, clothing himself. Thorin kneeled between Thranduil's legs at the edge of the bed.
"Please let me pleasure you Guchir..." (Master)
I'm not trying to kill you…
Thranduil glared and forced Thorin's head against his cock. The prince sucked it until Thranduil purposely held him still until he gagged.
"Lay back dammit, I promise you'll enjoy it!"
Thranduil's lips pursed but he laid down regardless. Thorin started to finger his master again while he sucked. The elf was still tense and suspicious but moans still crawled out of his throat.
I don't know if you're angry because of my presence or if you can't accept this is pleasurable…
But if it will tame your insanity then I will try…
Thranduil hissed as he bucked into his pet's mouth. His body refused to relax until his orgasm filled his pet's mouth. Thorin swallowed and licked the tip clean.
"It feels better this way doesn't it?"
The elf quickly sat up, making the dwarf back away cautiously. Thranduil glared but tried to stop his anger from growing again. He stood and walked Thorin to a hidden door that led to a secret outer patio overlooking the river with the moon shining above.
This was here all this time?
Thranduil sat with the cold air nipping his skin and pulled Thorin into his lap. The prince could sense his master was still a bit irritable and sat quietly, gazing at the moon.
"It's like a glowing stone floating in the sky…"
Thorin smiled not realizing he spoke out loud but felt his master relax behind him.
"Master Thranduil…"
The Elvenking tipped his pet's chin up to look at him. He seemed to be open to a question at the moment.
"What is the reason you've been so irritated lately?"
Thranduil looked down at his pet gazing up at him and said nothing.
Figures you wouldn't answer…
Thorin shifted until he was kneeling in front of his master with his hands against Thranduil's bare chest. He stared into his master's eyes worrying to himself.
"Am I just a savage to you?"
The Elvenking gave his pet a gentle smile and stroked the prince's hair.
"No, you're not."
"Then what am I?"
Thranduil pulled the prince into his chest and held him tightly. Thorin resisted wrapping his arms around his master, confused by the response.
"Do you not know?"
Slowly the prince was laid on his back and the elf stared down to him with a smile.
"You are mine."
Thranduil kissed Thorin's lips and proceeded to nibble the prince's neck.
"Then why do you attack me? I don't understand what I've done wrong…"
The Elvenking paused in thought and Thorin tensed from the wait.
"Are you afraid of me?"
The prince gasped as the elf quickly pulled away to glare at him. They were right over a river and if the king should snap now it might prove fatal for the dwarf.
"Please don't throw me…"
The dwarf's fearful eyes calmed the elf and Thranduil lowered his forehead onto his pet.
"I am sorry…"
"Then tell me why, please. I want to know what I've done wrong."
"Nothing…"
"What?"
Thranduil raised himself with an apologetic look.
"You have done nothing wrong."
"Then you are teasing me?"
"No…"
Thorin starred in confusion and looked over his master's face.
"Thranduil… Why did you invade Erebor?"
The Elvenking starred quietly at his pet before leaned down and kissing Thorin's forehead.
"Because I wanted you."
Thorin gasped and his body shook.
It's true…
All this is my fault…
"Why… My people didn't deserve this…"
Tear built in the dwarf's eyes as he struggled to face the truth. Thranduil watched him, unsure how to explain his own actions.
"The moment I laid my eyes on you that day I visited Erebor I knew I wanted to have you."
"I would have given myself willingly to spare them! Why did you not ask first?!"
"Because a king does not ask. A king simply takes."
Thorin's breaths stuttered and he broke out from under his master and ran into the bedroom. He collapsed on the floor and buried his face into his palms. Thranduil glided in without remorse for claiming his prize.
"You're a monster..."
"Why does my objectives change the circumstances? Would you have accepted it if I had merely desired to rule your kingdom?"
Thorin shook, not knowing how to answer.
"It's my fault now… Before it was merely a power struggle and it would not have mattered if I was involved or not. But now my family suffers because of me…"
Thranduil placed his hand on the dwarf's shoulder and Thorin spun around shouting at him.
"You do not understand how it feels! You who keep your own people locked away because you're afraid of the world around you!"
The Elvenking gasped and looked at the prince in shock. His eyes wandered to the picture of his wife and back to the dwarf.
"I keep them safe."
"You keep them trapped! Even if you claim to protect my people you did it because you wanted me as your sex slave! Your own son is a prisoner but he won't retaliate against you because you are his father!"
Thranduil stood there as the prince cried.
"Why did you choose me…"
The Elvenking walked to the prince and grabbed him. Thorin thrashed as he was taken to the bed and his master pinned him down.
"Leave me alone!"
Thranduil gently fondled the prince while he kept Thorin still.
"Do you think that is going to make me forget!"
Thorin continued to struggle and Thranduil forced a kiss his lips. The elf attempted to finger the prince's entrance but Thorin kicked his arm away.
"I do not want sex with you!"
The prince snarled and his master hovered above him with utter confusion.
"Why are you looking at me like that?!"
The Elvenking tried one last time to kiss his bet but only received a painful bite.
"Don't touch me!"
Thranduil didn't know how to proceed and sat, keeping Thorin in his lap. He held the struggling prince tightly for minutes on end until Thorin stopped thrashing. The dwarf sobbed in his confused master's arms for hours until his tears dried up.
Finally the Elvenking admitted his defeat.
"I do not know what I should do."
Thorin's head hung and he muttered a response.
"Release my family…"
"But I want you."
"They do not need to be held hostage for that…"
"Will you stay?"
"Yes… Just leave them in peace…"
Thranduil went quiet and held the dwarf tightly in his arms.
"How do dwarves show affection to each other?"
Thorin rolled his head, unsure what the question was.
"We don't throw each other into the dungeons…"
The Elvenking hummed sadly and laid the dwarf down, hovering over the prince.
"And If I release them?"
"At least you will be sane…"
Thranduil kissed Thorin gently, thought the prince didn't respond. His master leaned into his ear and the word that followed made him stare in disbelief.
"Âzyung…" (love)
"What?"
The Elvenking kissed his pet deeply and Thorin couldn't believe it.
Impossible…
You cannot expect me to believe you love me!
Thorin pushed Thranduil away, unable to speak.
"I love you…"
The elf shyly spoke again.
"How… All you do is use me…"
Thranduil rested his head over Thorin's shoulder, hugging his pet.
"I do not know any other way."
The Elvenking's shafted began rubbing against the prince's thigh and Thorin was lost for words.
This is not how you love someone…
You do not destroy their life!