Thranduil was as still as stone, his chest heaving was his only movement. I was laying alongside him, using my mouth and hands in tight unison together on him. Outside the tent, Etayrion and Dagor paced and talked, and I had the king at a disadvantage- he struggled hard to keep quiet, even as he gasped softly for air, or bit down on his bottom lip to squelch a moan. I slipped over his left leg to fit in between them, and decided to explore a little, test his limits. My hand never stopped stroking the length of him as my mouth traveled down, around and across his balls, sucking them into my mouth one at a time. Thranduil's hand was on mine, and we stroked him together, his mouth open and gasping and his eyes squeezed shut. I took my time here, licking and sucking, and then I skirted downwards to the tiny nethermouth there- it only took a few seconds of exploring licks for him to clamp his hand down on my shoulder and pull me up. His eyes were glowering, his cheeks pink, his long hair mussed as he sat up to meet me.
"You touch me as no one ever has. I could kill you for doing that." His voice was a breathy growl, and for a moment I felt terror looking at the ancient and immortal being before me. I had pushed him too far, but I still wasn't sorry. I stared back at him in defiance, and his grip on my shoulder loosened. The corner of his mouth twitched, and I was almost sure I saw a smile starting to form. One sudden motion and I was trapped beneath his wide heavy frame. His hair fell around us, and I broke from his stare to attack his neck with kisses, my teeth grazing the soft skin of his throat, and I could feel him edging against my sex, teasing the way in. My hands caressed his soft cool skin, and the shadow in me shifted, giving way to an amber tide of carnal desire for him. My legs came up to lock around him, drawing him inside a little more, and he groaned softly in his throat, vibrating my lips as I kissed him there.
"I won't kill you tonight. Instead, you will be punished." His voice was in my mind, and his wrath echoed in the halls of my thoughts. I couldn't help the gasping cry from escaping my lips as he thrusted deep and full into me, crushing me with his weight. His hand came up and over my mouth as he rode me hard and fast, driving me down into the pallet, and I cried against his palm as my nipples hardened and my lower belly ached and melted within, something like liquid fire pooled and spread throughout me, and my spine thrilled with jolts of heat and cold, my vision blurring with the king's skin a mist of pale and blush in my swirling vision, and the madness washed through me, his cock impaling me over and over as he drove fully into me. Dimly I felt his skin under my nails and his hot breath on my cheek as I spun out and away from him and into the bright vault of the heavens. His name was a smothered cry trapped under his hand, and as I felt the wild waves of color and joy subside, I had the sensation of being everywhere and everything at once.
"Cael," the king huffed, "you are my everything..."
I pushed the thick heavy curtains of his flaxen hair away from his face, and beheld his beauty in the muted firelight that burned beyond our tent. He truly was a magnificent, ethereal creature, and as I gazed up at him in wonder, he smiled coyly at me. His body came to rest on mine, and he bore his weight on his elbows. My hands ran up his sides and splayed across his chest, and though we were resting, I clamped down tightly on him as he was still inside me. His expression went from joy to a kind of pain.
"You are my world, Thranduil. You have given me back my life, and renewed it with blessings and love. There is no way to ever repay you for what you have done."
"Nevermind the fact that in the beginning I wanted to kill you. Can you ever forgive me that?" His eyes watered but shed no tears, and I clutched at him and rolled him until I was on top, and he smiled as I straddled his hips. His fingers traced the tattoos on my ribs and thigh simultaneously, words I knew but wouldn't dare speak aloud.
"I was a stranger threatening the security of your realm. You were protecting your kingdom. There is nothing to forgive. However..." I rolled my hips on his, making him shudder. His hands gripped my hips as every muscle in his torso flexed, and his eyes were blue fire as he watched me ride him. "I am so very glad you did not kill me..."
Thranduil groaned, casting his head back as he writhed beneath me. I tipped forward on him and my hips pistoned faster, the wet slap of our flesh an unmistakable giveaway of the act, and my mouth was on his chest, my teeth grazing his nipples, my tongue laving his skin. He opened his eyes to watch me, his jaw set in a tight vise as he growled low in his throat, and with one hand he stayed my hips so he could thrust up into me with such force I could hardly stop the cry as it escaped my lips. Quickly he flipped me, and drawing my legs up against his shoulders he rolled me into a tight ball, and I was trapped in the cage of his body as he thrusted into me mercilessly. I was bound up against him, my ankles flanking his neck, and I reached up to cup his face, a mask of unbridled ecstasy as it was, shadowed in the half light. His deep thrusts made me gasp in a kind of delicious pain, and I was helpless as another orgasm tore me asunder, sudden and sharp, and I felt as if I were crashing upwards through levels of pleasure, each plateau carrying me higher and higher until I was near hysterics beneath him. Through my slitty eyes I could see it taking him too, and it drove me even higher and faster into delirium. I could feel the rings on his fingers digging into my flesh as he gripped my hips and buttocks to steady me through his unleashed passion, and he pressed his mouth against my ankle to supress a groaning scream as he flooded my insides with his orgasm.
"Goheno nin..." Thranduil was mumbling incoherently as he released me slowly, and gracefully flopped beside me on the pallet, panting. "Ú-agoren le harn..." {Forgive me...I didn't mean to hurt you...}
"I would not call what you did to me as harm, and if it was then I would ask you to do it again and again." I took his hand, kissed it, and rested it on my heaving chest. I could feel the wetness everywhere- I had soaked his pallet with my excitement, and I felt embarrassed. Thranduil had one arm over his eyes, and he slid his gaze sideways with a sly smile.
"Your love juices are copious, little wolf. It is nothing to be ashamed of...I enjoy pleasing you."
I turned onto my side with a giggle and planted a million kisses all over his face and neck, and he laughed out loud. We were stoned on a cloud of joy, but I knew it was going to come to a very abrupt end. As my brain returned to its rational state, multiple questions flooded my mind- Where were Maethon and Daeben? What business did the king have in the Carrock? How was I going to tell Etayrion about his nephew? How were we going to escape the orcs? And when dawn broke, Braignir would surely discover my absence, if he didn't already know...someone was shouting for me as I ran away from the Carrock, more than likely one of my ellon guards. Panic erupted in me as I thought of them running into the woods after me, and tears welled in my eyes at the many thoughts I had, full of confusion and terror.
"Cael? What's wrong, muin nin? Are you hurting?" Thranduil was sitting up, carefully and tenderly laying hands on me. "Your mind is a wildfire."
"Maethon and Daeben...did you run into them?"
Thranduil shook his head slowly. "No. They may have seen the orcs and skirted them. There is another road to the south, but it will take them twice as long to return home."
Tears ran out of the corners of my eyes and into my hair as I stifled a sob. "And Etayrion...we have to tell him."
Thranduil hung his head, and I sat up beside him and wrapped my arms around him. "I am dreading it." He clutched at me, and turned to kiss my cheek. "Do not weep, Cael. I know you are still blaming yourself, and you should not. Our losses remain uncounted and innumerable as of yet. I know war is coming...I can feel it. Somehow the Eldar have not bled enough in this accursed world...and the enemy will not rest until we are all destroyed."
"Will you tell me your story, Thranduil?" I tried not to shrink away from him as he snapped his head up to burn me with an inscrutable glare. "One day, perhaps?"
"When you can remember your past, I shall share mine. It is a long and painful memory, only occasionally punctuated with joy. The history of my great race is a wearisome tale to be told, and I do not wish to revisit my chapter in it just yet." The king stared at me for a long time, his eyes a pale shade of sky and shadow, and I could feel the chasm of despair within him, threatening to swallow us both. I braved a stroke of his cheek, and he sighed heavily, the weight of such a subject an obvious weight on his soul.
"And of the war party? How can we escape that fate?"
Thranduil's expression remained unchanged as he regarded me. "You ask the north wind whether the wintered limbs of dormant trees will slow its fury? Can not the sun be blotted out by the black violence of a summer storm? I ask you, Cael. The orcs are but a hangnail, a mild annoyance easily dealt with. You are the reason we stopped, muin nin. You were exhausted and bloody, and I took the time out to restore you." He took my hand and stretched out my palm. "You had run yourself near death, and look...not even a scrape shows now. The unchecked habits of your skinchanging worries me so, Cael." Thranduil shook his head slowly, and I watched in awe as his mussed hair seemed to straighten itself. "We must gain control of it."
"I am sorry...I wanted to be back in your arms so badly. I can only attribute it to my need for you."
His gentle smile warmed my heart. "You cannot put yourself in harm's way for me, my beloved. You are most dear to me, and I could not imagine my world without you in it now. You must continue to learn from the Beornings. Learn to let go when you must, and learn to hold back when you must. If I could I would teach you myself, but of changing skins I know naught. The Carrock will guide you."
I was quiet as I thought of all the things he had said. The warm expanse of his hand caressed my back, and he leaned in to kiss my neck, my cheek, and finally my lips.
"And you were supposed to be asleep by now. I can see my attempts to temporarily extinguish your fires were in vain." His little half-smile make me giggle again.
"Oh but they were not, my lord. You are every bit as talented as I'm sure many maidens imagine you are, and more so. But I am of a restless nature, and many things nip at my conscience to trouble me."
Thranduil's eyes hooded, his cheeks flushing. "I do so enjoy your compliments, muin nin, but I would rather see the fruits of my labor than be indulged with mere flattery. But you must rest, else I will have you again if you do not lay back and close your eyes."
I laughed softly, pulling him down with me. "You threaten me with more of your attention? How could I do anything else but resist the urge to sleep, if only to have your body against mine..." I took his mouth with mine, briefly sucking his breath away, "...inside of mine..."
The king groaned as I wrapped my legs around him, and my fingers ran up his back and dove into his hair to lightly scratch at his scalp. He kissed me as the heat rose between us again, and his passion lit hot and bright to match my own. There would be no rest for either of us this night.