Words failing him, Thranduil leaned forward and kissed Nänielle. The first was a deep kiss, full of unspoken gratitude and appreciation for her patience and understanding. Then, there was another kiss except this one was a bit more insistent, the embers of desire sparked inside Thranduil once again at the sweet taste of Nänielle's soft lips.
The young maid could feel her King's desire rising once more, his kisses growing rougher with each consistent one. His firm body once again pressed up against her own, and she could feel the definite evidence of his arousal pressing against the confines of his trousers. It was a change that Nänielle openly welcomed, letting herself lean against Thranduil as he gripped at her supple, slender body. And as her heart began to flutter excitedly in her chest once again, new waves of anticipation rushed through Nänielle's body.
Then, without a word : Thranduil began to pull Nänielle with him as he shuffled backwards slowly. Though his pace may have been slow, his direction was knowing and assured. Even though Thranduil may not have been able to see where he was going as he was far too busy lavishing Nänielle's lips, jawline and neck with rough, adoring kisses : The Elvenking never faltered. And slowly but surely, he guided both himself and Nänielle back out of the gardens and into the welcoming warmth of his living quarters.
The two barely made it to the King's lavishly plush bed, with Nänielle collapsing into the soft bedding only to have Thranduil promptly pin her there before the Elven King was fervently tugging at the elleth's dress. He barely avoided tearing the shimmering fabric, only managing to do so because Nänielle obligingly arched her back. Doing so, she pressed her full breasts against Thranduil's chest wriggling out of her dress as it was pulled off her. Tossing the unneeded garment aside, Thranduil began fumbling with his own robe overcoat. He refused to let his lips leave Nänielle's for any extended amount of time really only pulling back long enough to whisper rushed words of love and adoration. Promises that he would make her his proper Queen. That they would have a proper wedding night. But that now, he just wanted her. He needed her.
Of course, Nänielle reciprocated every word and gesture. She would occasionally clutch at the back of Thranduil's head when he graced her throat with kisses, moaning audibly through parted lips. And to each promise from her beloved King, Nänielle nodded quickly and managed to gasp out an affirmation of some sort. She knew Thranduil would do as he said, that he would keep his word. But in this moment, all Nänielle wanted to be his and his alone.
Finally free of his own robes : Thranduil slid his hand up along Nänielle's thigh, relishing the feel of the inviting warmth radiating from between them. Though she couldn't deny that she loved the feel of her King's hand on her, Nänielle held up a hand when Thranduil's hand then went to the belt around his waist. She smiled up at him, cheeks flushed red with heated anticipation, and slowly sat up. Though he was confused by the gesture, Thranduil didn't argue. Instead, he leaned back when Nänielle sat up giving her a confused look, but with a faint smile nonetheless. He wasn't entirely sure what she had planned, but the elleth seemed to know what she intended. It was only when Nänielle's hands began to slowly undo Thranduil's belt – her gaze still upwards at him – that the Elvenking understood what his beloved intended.
« Let me honor you, my King. » She said softly, her smile unwavering as she slid his belt free and set it aside.
For the first time in a long time : Thranduil found himself slightly taken aback, but pleasantly so. Such a gesture had never been made towards him. And while it was most welcome, Thranduil was still surprised nonetheless. Noticing her king's brief hesitation, Nänielle looked up at him imploringly. She wanted to do this for him, to honor him in such a way but only if it was something he wanted as well. Giving the waistline of his pants and undergarments a tentative tug, Nänielle looked up to Thranduil for an answer. That seemed to pull him out of his thoughts and the pale-haired King nodded in agreement, reaching down to caress the side of Nänielle's face.
Smile widening at the affirmation, Nänielle continued in pulling down both Thranduil's pants and undergarments. As she knelt down before the Elvenking : The young maid couldn't help but marvel at how toned and handsome Thranduil truly was. Though she had been privy to displays of his strength, especially so recently : Now, Nänielle had the opportunity to appreciate and take in every detail. The way his muscles rippled under his pale and flawless skin. The soft warmth that radiated off his stoic body. The rich scent of the forest that wafted from him. They were all parts of Nänielle's impressive and beloved King that she gratefully took in. As soon as Nänielle reached Thranduil's exposed, firm manhood : She teasingly caught the tip with her soft lips. Though she had never done such an act before, Nänielle made sure her actions were slow and thorough. And after letting her tongue roll over the tip of Thranduil's member : Nänielle took in as much as she could, pressing her tongue up against the hard shaft. The wave of stimulation was unlike any that Thranduil had ever felt. An audible groan rumbled from his throat, as he reached down to grab the top of Nänielle's head. It was an act to both reassure her and steady himself, with Thranduil closing his eyes to enjoy the carnally blissful feeling even more. As Nänielle worked her mouth up and then back down his manhood, tongue and soft lips gracing every firm inch : Thranduil groaned again, having to grab the bedpost with his free hand. Smiling to herself at the sound of her King's groan and the taste of his arousal, Nänielle continued. She reached up and gently grasped at his sides, pausing when he briefly grabbed the back of her head to hold her still for the moment. Her thumbs rubbed slow circles against his sides, and when she felt him push into her mouth : Nänielle resumed her oral ministrations. Gasping at the renewed oral teasing : Thranduil clutched at the back of Nänielle's head, his fingers interlacing through her silken hair. While he couldn't deny he had never experienced such stimulation on a physical level, there was a definite exhilaration that came from being gratified in such a manner. He had never experienced before, and from his current vantage point as he stood over Nänielle : He could watch her slender body and incredibly talented mouth writhe and work before him. Her tongue then slid across the shaft of his manhood once again and sent a fresh jolt of stimulation through Thranduil. It coaxed his climax forward in the most carnal way, fueled by the sight of the beautiful naked elleth knelt before him. His grip on the back of Nänielle's head briefly intensified, another groan rumbling from the back of the King's throat. Though she heard Thranduil groan, felt his grip and tasted a new smattering of his arousal : Nänielle continued. She certainly did not want to leave her King wanting. So, she continued to work her mouth up and down his manhood. She could feel it growing harder and a little larger against her soft lips, yet another indicator of his rapidly approaching climax. And so the elleth continued her oral ministrations and teasings, finding a sense of both pride and enjoyment in that she was able to honor her King in such a way. And for the first time, too.
« Nänielle… ! »
The rasped whisper of her name was all the warning Nänielle received before Thranduil's climax snapped free. Senses spiraling into an erotic mess : They pulled an audible groan from the Elvenking, as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes to fully give into the overwhelming carnal indulgence. He grabbed the top of Nänielle's head, but let her continue to suckle at his manhood and draw out every pulse of his peak.
Finally, as the pride-stroking bliss began to fade and his senses returned to him : Thranduil slowly opened his eyes to gaze down at Nänielle. She let the Elvenking's manhood slowly slide out of her mouth, before looking up at him. Her cheeks were flushed and she had a shy smile on her glistening lips, with her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and around her full breasts. Sliding his hand from the back of Nänielle's head to caress against her cheek, the Elvenking took a moment to not only catch his breath and compose himself but to appreciate the beauty knelt before him. Indeed, Nänielle was absolutely gorgeous. Her round pink eyes that were currently looking up at him with the utmost love, devotion and adoration. Her full lips were turned up in a small – even slightly coy – smile. Her silken, blonde hair – adorned with a faint halo of moonlight gleaming through the nearby window – graced down her shoulders and back. Indeed, this lovely elleth that had so effortlessly stolen Thranduil's heart was breathtaking beyond compare. And he wanted every last bit of her for himself and himself alone.
Strength and composure having returned, a new flash of desire spurred against Thranduil. He reached down and effortlessly scooped up Nänielle, pulling her up off the floor. Though he heard her gasp softly in surprise, the Elvenking didn't hesitate. As soon as he could, he pinned her back against the plush bedding. In an instant : Thranduil began leaving a trail of rough, impassioned kisses down from Nänielle's lips, along her throat and then even further down her body. She reached up to clutch at Thranduil, nails gently pressing against his flawless skin. The Elvenking barely felt the touches, far too focused on once more claiming his soon-to-be Queen.
With a single, hard thrust : Thranduil hilted himself fully inside the soft, warm folds of Nänielle's womanhood once again. He muffled her sharp cry of surprise with another fiery kiss, feeling the wet warmth around his manhood flutter as it struggled to accommodate the sudden intrusion. Grabbing her thighs, he pulled her legs up to wrap them around his waist ensuring that each thrust would be full and deep. The pace Thranduil set was fast and torrid, wanton desire hammering through his veins. He kissed Nänielle roughly, over and over occasionally pulling her tongue up to flit across his lower lip. Though her slender body bucked with each hard thrust, Nänielle found herself fittingly pinned between Thranduil's toned body and the plush bedding. All she could do was cling to her King and revel in every moment of their carnal copulation. Whatever sensibility and composure Thranduil may have had moments before was gone, lost in the heat of his desire. How wonderful her womanhood felt so tautly enveloping his hard member. How sweet her lips tasted against his own. He simply couldn't get enough of Nänielle, wanting more and more after every thrust and every kiss. The mattress – though thick and meant to cushion – creaked faintly under the torrid lovemaking. The quiet squeaks were coupled with Nänielle's soft gasps and Thranduil's audible groans.
As he continued his wanton pace, Thranduil continued to kiss down Nänielle's jawline and throat. He whispered to her all sorts of loving nonsense and adoration. Yet, all of it was spoken with the utmost sincerity. He had never been able to completely let himself give into desire like this. Never been able to love another being so freely and deeply. And never had he had such intense feelings of love and affection reciprocated in kind. It was like the sweetest and most intoxicating wine that he simply could not get enough of.
Returning her King's fiery kisses whenever she could, Nänielle could feel his next climax begin to notch up. It was noticed in the way his breathing picked up, the way his whispered adorations became a little more breathless. And the undeniable feel of his manhood pressing more firmly against her soft walls. It was all such a thrill for the young maid. Not only to be locked in such a delightful copulation with Thranduil, but to know that she was giving him something he had desired so dearly for so long. The mere thought of it sent thrills of excitement through her entire body, thighs trembling as she kept them tightly wrapped around the Elvenking's waist.
« Nänielle… ! »
The groaned whisper of her name was all the elleth needed to hear. She knew Thranduil was getting close to his next climax. She could hear it. She could feel it. So, combing her fingers through his pale hair with slender faintly shaking fingers : Nänielle kissed Thranduil deeply, her tongue slipping out to flit across his lips.
« Yes... my Dearest... » She whispered breathlessly, lips fluttering against Thranduil's. « That's... That's it ! »
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Thranduil noted how pleasantly different it felt to be coaxed along in such a way. For his pleasure to be considered and encouraged. Never before had he experienced such consideration. It was certainly a most welcome change. And it most certainly made everything in this perfect union all the more intense.
With a rough gasp as his climax peaked, Thranduil thrust deep into Nänielle hilting himself completely within her. He gripped her side tightly, rocking back and forth to not only draw out his climax for as much as possible but to get Nänielle to join him in the bliss of erotic release. The firm and consistent motions were more than enough. And soon : Nänielle's gasped, delighted cries rang out to join Thranduil's audible groans. As the Elvenking spilled his seed deep within her : Nänielle kissed him sweetly, clutching at his back and arching her own. Their senses spun in a heady mess, passion and heat radiating from their trembling bodies.
As the thrill of release left him : Thranduil collapsed partially atop Nänielle, bracing himself with his forearm. Kissing her forehead, whispers of appreciation tumbling from his lips : The Elvenking nuzzled his face against the elleth's. Despite the brief exhaustion currently seeping through him, there was still the definite exhilaration of being wanted by such a beautiful, generous and graceful being.
Smiling warmly when Thranduil kissed and nuzzled her, Nänielle returned the affectionate gestures. She continued to comb her fingers through his hair, though slower now.
The brief pause gave them both time to catch their breath, simply enjoy the blissful tiredness that followed such intense climaxes.
After a few minutes passed, however : It was more than apparent that Thranduil was hardly finished. Desire had a funny way of growing hungrier over time, and it had been an eternity since the Elvenking had been allowed to give into this kind of hungry desire. And now, it was already seeking out more fulfillment.
« My beautiful, precious Nänielle... » Thranduil groaned, once again beginning to thrust in and out of the young maid. He grasped her thigh, guiding her to keep her legs wrapped around his waist.
Giggling softly in contented delight, Nänielle nodded and leaned up to kiss Thranduil deeply. Taking his cue, she arched her back once again allowing him a deeper, more fulfilling angle within her. A soft glisten of sweat gleaned across her pale skin one that was kissed away by Thranduil's renewed, imploring attentions. Setting a now familiar pace with his thrusts : Thranduil continued to kiss along Nänielle's jawline, neck and chest. Once more, he complimented her with loving nonsense and breathless adorations of which were all returned between Nänielle's soft gasps. And once more her warm womanhood invited Thranduil's member, coaxing forward yet another climax.
The love and desire sparked between the two seemed to only grow with each passing minute. Even after they shared climax after climax, reveling in the carnal release and blissful aftermath of each : Both Thranduil and Nänielle were only energized by the presence of the other. Such a notable night was made all the more memorable for the two lovers in perfect union with each other.
Finally, though after several intense, heart-racing climaxes and having changed positions midway through their copulation : Exhaustion crept up on them both.
Back now leaned up against the intricately carved head of the bed, Thranduil looked down at Nänielle.
She had more or less collapsed against him, still straddling him. Her back rose and fell as she worked to catch her breath.
Thranduil found himself reluctant to let her go.
Nuzzling at the top of her head, breathing in her sweet scent : The Elvenking stroked down her back.
Though her slender body trembled intermittently, Nänielle still clung to him.
He could feel her rapid heartbeat against his own chest, and could feel the warmth radiating off her pale skin.
Though her tired body ached in seemingly every place : It was incomparable to the incredible, intense pleasure she had just experienced. Thranduil's adoring words still echoed in her ears. The elleth couldn't help but be amazed by the fact that her dear King had so much love and passion pent up within him. Not only that, but that he had chosen her to be the one to share them with.
Every now and then, the Elvenking would whisper another reassurance to his beloved. He promised her that he would make good on his word. That she would be his Queen, that they would rule the kingdom together and that they would have the strong, loving family that they both wanted.
And, despite the tiredness that had settled in her : Nänielle couldn't help but smile softly.
With a soft moan : The elleth sat up, continuing to straddle Thranduil.
He reached up and caressed the side of her face, when she leaned forward and kissed his forehead. Returning the soft gesture, Nänielle beamed up tiredly but warmly at her King.
Somewhere far off in the distance, they could both hear the sounds of the festivities. Yet, given the very late hour : They knew that such celebrations would eventually be coming to a close.
« Though I fear I must go for now, my King : I promise I will always return and always be at your side for as long as you want me. » Nänielle whispered, leaning up to kiss Thranduil sweetly. « My love and support are yours and yours alone, for as long as you want and need them. »
Hugging Nänielle to him tightly, Thranduil kissed the side of her face and nuzzled the top of her head. « My desire and love for you knows no bounds or ends. » The Elvenking replied reverently, clutching Nänielle to him as he spoke. « And I will have you at my side for as long as eternity allows. »
After sharing one more deep, passionate kiss : The two parted with great reluctance.
They got dressed into what remained of their clothes, though snuck in the occasional caress or kiss while doing so. Even now, after everything that had transpired : They still couldn't get enough of the other. Finally, though : It came time for Nänielle to take her leave. The festival would be drawing to a close soon, and she did need to return home. So, with a little help from Thranduil to ensure that she was able to exit without being seen : Nänielle snuck back home in the cover of night.
Apart once again, both Thranduil and Nänielle already found themselves longing for the other. Though they were able to find some small comfort in the fact that they knew they would see each other again soon, though that time couldn't come soon enough for either. Nonetheless, as soon as they had both cleaned up and gone to bed : Pleasant exhaustion crept back up on them. Within minutes, both Thranduil and Nänielle had retired for the remainder of the night each dreaming sweetly of the other.