A.N. I'm back with another chapter.

Chapter 35 - innocent love vs untamed sexual hunger

With night the rain got heavier. A pack of orcs were rumoured to be passing by, and in the end the rumour was indeed proved to be true. Fortunate enough were residents of Mirkwood that night. After all no disturbance was caused, because a group of elven guards led by Haldir their wasrden has successfully managed to butcher them before those filth could even put their step inside the forest of Mirkwood.

Soon as his mission was accomplished Haldir retuned. Getting information from Tauriel he got to know Moreira was near the stable therefore wasting no time he rushed there. A part of him was really enjoying the childishness of his little Mori. The way she wanted him in her drunk self…Oh! How much Haldir wanted to grab her small form and kiss her as fierce as he could, this was not the night when he could be gentle with her; it was one of those nights when he could show her underneath his gentle façade lies an ellon who hungers for her. Tonight is the night he would show her bits of the hungers that she has intensified inside him.

At that moment Haldir wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the night in his beloved little princess's company…but alas just as he reached the stable nothing but horses and mares and little ponies were all that waited for him in the stables.

"Princess!" he gently called wondering if she was playing any game with her. After all he has left her in a very mischievous mood.

"Princess…my dear little princess?" Haldir called looking here and there to see if he could find any sign of Moreira. "You play games with me my precious princess?"

No answer came but for him but the noises made by the horses.

For a moment the elven king's eyes widen before eventually closing down drowning himself to the kiss. He could not believe that it was actually real; the kiss that he so much desired but then there it was, Moreira's soft lips lingering upon his, both her lips capturing and caressing his bottom lip. Her kiss represented her; it was soft, tender and filled with innocence exactly like her.

Soon Moreira pulled her lips away from him bringing him back to reality. She looked up at him with such tenderness in her set of large eyes. The color of warm rich violet that reminded him of his finest wine. Those eyes always held one thing curiosity. She was not just a young heart but a very curious one indeed.

"My little love!" that was what he called her at that moment, with his hand cupping her face. Instead of calling her 'little one' he called her 'little love.'

Wrapping her arms around his torso she once again kissed him instead of replying to her call. This time the kiss came with a bit of force. Within few seconds into that kiss she pulled away once more, again giving him the same curious look. Then, again crashed her small mouth into his in a more urgent kiss. And this time once more just as she pulled back, Thranduil with his hand on the back of her head pulled her back to him in an extremely savage kiss.

Now he was out of his patience, his greedy mouth needed to devour her in every way possible.

With one hand at the back of her head and the other one cupping the side of her face the elven king held her head tightly in place while his long tongue invaded into her mouth fiercely and forcefully. Exploring every corner of her mouth got him excited. His heart was exploding inside his chest. And to be aroused there was no need for that, because he already was aroused over his limits that his groin was in pain, on it's own it was calling for a release.

As the kiss became more passionate and violent their teeth collided. Soon after Thranduil could feel his whole word shudder as Moreira's tongue entered his mouth entwining with his one both danced in the same rhythm. This time it was her mouth sucking his tongue feverishly.

He could no longer hold as a deep moan escaped him in between the kiss while her teeth bit into his lower lips.

The king and his little princess got lost into it, with no idea of what is actually going on…but they carried on, with their passion fueling up every passing moment.

Thranduil slid his hands down from her head one stopped at her waist and other still crawled till it reached her lower bottom. Once there, the elven king scooped her up in his arms lifting her small form off the ground without breaking the kiss; adjusting themselves to a new position of have this time Moreira bend over him.

"Are you here Mori?" He searched each and every corner of the stable. "Mori! My beloved? Are you here?" he called, his heart was desperate to get one glance of her.

"Mori?" still no response. The warden feared what if she harmed herself in her drunken state. He rushed out of the stable to check the area nearby thoroughly.

"Princess." Still no sign of her.

"Warden Haldir!" came a voice that clearly did not belong to Moreira. It was a males's voice. Haldir saw it was one of his fellow soldiers rushing towards him.

"What is it that you are doing here Warden?"

"Was the princess here?" Haldir inquired.

"Yes I have seen her making way towards the stables but the king found her in time and escorted her back."

That reply was enough to bring peace into the warden's mind. If the king took her back inside it means that Moreira is completely safe yet a part of him felt a little unease about the king being involved in Moreira's life in every little way; because the more the king was involved with her the more her importance in the royal family increased and the more that happens it lessen the chance for Haldir to unite with her.

Haldir halted himself as a shiny object on the ground caught his attention. Picking it up he realized it was one of Moreira's earrings. He realized must have dropped from her ear on her way back. kissing the shimmering jewellery he held it close to his heart and then placed it in his pocket thinking he would return that to her in the morning.

"So much love you hold for her." came a female voice from the back which in turn made the warden look over his shoulder to see Tauriel the female captain making her way towards him.

"Have you prepared yourself for the worst my friend?" Tauriel asked in a sceptical tone. "Chances are higher that the king may not approve of you."

"Does the same not go for you?" Haldir asked; from the corner of his eyes watching how she flinches at that. "But that does not mean we are to give up Tauriel, my friend. And neither should you."

"Do you not fear the king's wrath?" Tauriel asked trying to conceal her hesitation.

"The march warden Haldir does, but the Hadlir in love does not, he is ready to face the king's wrath in whichever way it comes." Remaining silent for a while Haldir spoke up once more. "I love her, and I know her happiness lies only with me, therefore for her happiness I am ready to battle anyone, even if it includes King Thranduil."

Tauriel's eyes widen at the next words that her friend spoke.

"I know that he can finish me off with no effort at all but at least I will know that I tried; Moreira will know that I tried because for the love I hold for her, my life is a cheap price to pay for it."

"The princess is very young," Tauriel told taking a step towards her friend. "What if she betrays you?"

"That my dear Tuariel, shall never happen." With those words Haldir left the sylvan elf all to herself.

Thranduil kept on pushing till Moreira's small form was trapped against the wall and between him. Both their hearts were irrationally beating. By now his kiss has tuned so savage with his growing lust that if someone was to watch he would think the king was eating up his half the face of his princess.

Pulling himself off her mouth her moved down to her neck. Kissing licking and nibbling it every possible way to rid himself of his long awaited hunger.

A moan escaped Moreira's lips while her shot back as he licked the whole length of her throat.

Immense pleasure was what both of them were experiencing. This time with a long hiss Thranduil pressed his whole body onto her naked front. As the only thing covering Moreira was his red coat it gave him more chances to feel her skin even he himself being in clothes.

Thranduil could feel the fire in his body, it was immensely burning him; making him want to rip off all his attire and melt with her skin. As Moreira's hold on him tightened it made things all the more difficult. It made him burry his hips deeper with hers. Keeping himself inside the trouser was getting impossible with every second. He pressed his now leaking erection onto hers. Even though inside trousers he knew his wetness touched her folds.

A hiss left his lips where a moan left hers as their lower regions touched. It was utter raw lust that was now driving him over his edge. He knew his release was not far away but he also knew Moreira was not ready. Then again at this height he was losing his last remaining sanity…therefore nothing mattered.

"Tonight you shall pledge yourself to me." His voice so deep and husky that it made Moreira hypnotized.

"Tell me…will you give yourself to me tonight Moreira?

"….yes…" she replied with her eyes remaining hypnotized.

"From now onwards you are mine…and only mine." He chanted in her ear biting her earlobe.

"…yes…"

"Yes what? tell me." He commanded kissing deeper into her neck feeling her tightening her grip on his back.

"I am yours…and yours only."

"Good girl!" he purred in her ear while with his free hand started to undo the string of his trousers.

But purely unfortunate was what he was because at that very moment he felt her grip on his back completely loosen. Her head slacken to one side, her eyes now completely closed. Before her body could hit the ground his arms successfully caught her and landed her unconscious form over his bent knee.

She passed out.

He groaned in frustration before carrying her off the bed. His pain was too much to bear, he desperately needed his release. The insane part of him wanted to do it inside her unconscious form but he was still sane to know that it should not be done.

Tugging her under her duvet he exited her room with thought of how to rid himself off this frustration. At this point a part of him was ready to do anything but the only problem was this body only desired one and that was Moreira.

"My Lord I just wanted to report to you abou-" came Tauriel's voice that was abruptly cut off by the king. She was here to report to the king on the night's patrol.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" he barked without even looking at her while he walked passed her.

Tauriel just remained frozen on the spot. Due to the feast special light and candles were lit all round thus making the whole Woodland realm as bright as possible. These lights made the female captaion of guard witness something, even in the haste of a moment two oddities in the king. That was the bulging tent of his pant and red mark on his long pale neck.

What is the king upto?

Opening the door to the princess's room the next morning Anariel was greeted with a shocking sight. Like ways Anariel prepared herself with all her physical strength because waking up the young princess from slumber was no less than a battle. But this day was something odd for sure indeed because entering the room Anariel was greeted with the sight of Moreira in a pink robe pacing back and forth the whole length of her room.

"I wonder which side did the sun rose this morning?" Anariel asked surprised with a voice full of humour but just as her friend faced her Anariel could feel her smile turn to frown.

"Anariel!" Moreira stopped in her tracks and turn to her friend with teary eyes. "Oh my dear Anariel,"

"Is everything alright little princess?"

"No nothing is, for I have committed a great felony." Moreira spoke between her sob.

"What is it that happened my little friend?" Anariel rushed to comfort her friend.

"Moreira opened her mouth to speak but no words actually came out.

I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT...BUT THERE IS MORE.

since i am in a good mood today wanted to give all my dear readers a small sneak peak of the the future.

now brace yourself, here it is...

"Ada?" Moreira asked nervously getting up from the chair. She thought of spending some time in the library. There were some research that she personally wanted to do with some herbs that she thought that she can use it to make potions. By now Moreira was determined that she will devote her life to become a healer. She will rid everyone of their pain. But now with the king's presence in here, she doubted how much of her study will be done today.

"Why does my daughter have such a sad face?" the king smiled smugly stepping into the library. the smile that Moreira despised with every fiber in her body. "is she not happy to see me?"

"is my daughter not happy to see me?" he asked in a tone filled with mockery while circling around her just as a predator does with its prey.

"ada...i have to finish my studies." Moreira spoke hesitantly. "i am busy."

"So am i." He replied smirking in her direction devilishly. "I do not have much spare time either to linger here; however i shall take my leave soon as i get what i am here for."

Moreira felt her heart skipping a beat at that tone of his.

"ada...what is it that brings you here?"moreira asked biting her lower lips nervously, preparing herself for what was to come next.

"moan." was his reply.

"moan?" he asked getting irritated. after the king's foolish games was what moreira wanted to avoid.

"yes a moan." he replied bending down his breath gently blowing her few strands of her hair. "that will cme out of these lips." he whispered in her ear while brushing his finger over her lips.

"ada please...i have to stu-"

"What did i tell you?" he asked cutting her off mid sentance. "THat i shall take my leave soon as i hear a moan from that lips."

"ada..?" MOreira gasped.

"moan for me."

"no shall not." she replied with disgust. "if yo are in so much need then please by all means take whore and make her moan as long as you please."moreira almost yelled.

"moan for me moreira." his voice was dangerously calm.

"i have already given you my answer, i shall not." with that moreira started to pack her journals and as she was about to take her leave a strong grasp on her arm made her halt, she turned to face the king but the next thing she knew was her face hitting the wall and soon his body covering her from the back.

"just once..." he whispred in her ear. "all i asked was for you to moan for me just once."

"i am not going to."she cut in.

"Then i remain with no choice but to make you."

he darted out his long tongue to the entire shell of her elven ear. for elves their ears were one of the sensitive part of their body, a part that easily aroused and stimulated them. moreira immidiatly bit her bottom lips to prevent any sounds to escape. truth be told she was attracted to the king but inside she knew how wrong it was to feel somehting that for the person who has raised her as his own daughter.

"oh you stubborn little thing!" he purred in her ear and bit into her earlobe tugged it downwards gently.

'ah!' a quick moan left her mouth unknowingly.

"Good girl!" he purred once more as his hand sliding down her waist then her hips and then into her leggings.

"ada..what are-"

"once more, do it once more." before moreira could protest he pumped a finger inside of her core while his thumb gently stroked her pearl.

Aaah!

another moan escaped the young princess's lips.

"that is more like it...my little one..."he whispered licking the whole length of her neck. "now one last time."

this time he bit into the crook of her neck and pumped three of his fingers together carefully making sure not to damage her maiden head but it did cause her a bit of pain.

ah...ah...ah!

she moaned out loud not only in pleasure but also in a bit of pain and he knew of that after all it was a small punishment for disobeying him.

"I hope i have been able to teach my daughter that disobeying her father will never result in good." he spoke pulling himself off her.

"Why are you doing this?" Moreira asked letting out a sob. "Why do you bother me everyday?"

"you can still change it." he replied taking a lock of her hair in between his fingers. "become mine wife in body."

Moreira made a face of disgust. Seeing that his smirk widened.

"Now! by all means return to your studies, i do not want to get any complain from your tutors." with that said the king exited the library licking her wetness of his finger.

All Moreira could do was watch with astonished eyes...things between them changed, they surely did.

...

how was it? bad? sinful? disgusting?

now that was like a one-shot but more of small sneak peak. now how man of you want their relationship to be like this for a while.? i mean the growing sexual tension between them.? how many of you are looking for more sinister dramas like this? and i am still assuring you this story will have a happy ending.