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So I am going to start this chapter with a trigger warning: there are instances of fighting and semi-violent sexual activities in this chapter. I ratted this story M for a reason.
if you do not want to read any sexual material: I will put a ** where you should stop reading, you can stop and wait for the next chapter, my overall story will/may not be affected if you do not know the dirty bits, that just how I write
I hope that all of you enjoy this chapter, I think the less I say the better.
The End of Sanity
Sunal stood from where she was seated. The air was heavy. With what, many of the elves could not tell, they were sensitive creatures and the shift in the atmosphere of their home was a completely unexpected and unnerving experience. Subcontiencly most of the elves backed from the training grounds, movements slow yet as delicate as leaves falling to the ground. The two elves that had been previously prattling proceeded to postpone their babbling. They looked stiff and taken aback as they began to notice the shift in the air as well as the direction of the source. Quickly they began to take notice of the situation they were in, now more alone on the grounds than they were before with Sunal taking slow heavy steps towards them.
"Though I was not expecting the highest quality of hospitality when I first arrived." she began in elvish, "I was pleasantly surprised by the grace at which Lord Fanion accepted my presence in his home." The two elves drew their swords as Sunal paused halfway to them, leaving a few yards between them as she continued. "Though I have been able to see the grace that dwells in these halls and in most elves, it seems that you two, time and time again have proven not only to have the manners of dwarfs, hidden behind a pretty facade, but also the terrible gossiping capabilities of farmhouse chickens." She could sense how uncomfortable the elves were, the ones on the sidelines unsure of what to do, and the two in front of her getting ready for a fight. "Do you know what the farmer does when he gets tired of a few chickens," she licked her lips wondering what the soft flesh of an elf would taste like, would it taste like the land they fed off of or would it be like the taste of a pig?
She could see the two elves in front of her grow back their bravado shaking off their initial surprise. "So then, are you some kind of farmer? A fitting job for an ox woman like yourself. You have been here for weeks, months even yet you still lack the basic social graces that are befitting of these halls."
"And this is coming from those who gossip in plain sight, as though they were doing something of importance?" her voice low and bouncing in the air, "If I was a farmer I would remind you that any seeds you plant you will eventually reap come harvest, so one must be wary of planting either too much or too little. Too little and there will not be enough to survive the winter, too much and the farmer will be overwhelmed unable to handle the burden of his own crop. There is always a balance to actions taken." Sunal shifted into a fighting position holding her sword up to the two elves looking down at her. She felt the hole in her pit widen with anticipation as her stomach clenched in excitement.
So what kind of harvest will I reap then? She felt her eyes heat at the idea of biting into them, then she immediately bit her lip sucking the blood from it. She had to hold back, hold back the line. She could not let herself go too far, not here, not yet.
The first to launch at her came down with a strike from above, she met it with her blade easily pushing it to the side, proceeding to punch him straight in the jaw immediately putting him on the ground. The second took a more wise approach moving back and forth trying to get any strike he could against her defense. His footwork was a classic elven style that she had seen throughout her time here, and done better. Getting tired of defending the weak onslaught, she went on the attack. They had called her style more dwarven, and when it came to bludgeoning she would say they were probably were right, but she had been working hard on her speed and agility since training among them. It had been hard at first, but she enjoyed the feeling in her muscles of tearing and healing to get them to be how she wanted them to be. She leaped in towards him then spun on her foot for the extra momentum and thrust her sword down on his. The clash echoed in the grounds and from the side of her eye she could see the other one she had hit getting up and making a dash towards her side.
Planting her right foot and bending she used her agility to push herself into the air effectively spinning overtop the incoming attacker but getting some distance from the other as well. The two now both more wary, gave each other a look and decided a more unified approach was indeed needed. They came from either side of her she dodged one and blocked the other bending to the ground she threw dirt and dust into the one on her right, he yelped and fell a few paces back clutching his face.
The one she blocked tried to overwhelm her with strength, or at least that was what she assumed he was doing. Initially, they were all welding single-handed but he now gripped with both hands firm trying with all his might to make her blade budge. And though it shivered in place a bit, there was nothing he could to inflict any damage or make her back down. She smirked as she took her free arm and grabbed the man's collar pulling it closer to his own blade as he struggled to make gargled breathing grunts of effort to fight her hold, edging closer and closer to his own blade.
He was just a few inches from the blade when she could feel the other elf behind her. She released the hold she had on his collar and diverted the elf's blade from her to his friend. Seeing this, the elf bounced back, narrowly avoiding stabbing his own friend in the gut. Sunal moved to try and flank the elf that had gotten up, a small smile playing on her lips. She came around kicking in the back of his leg and the elf once again fell to the ground. As he turned back to look at her as she took the but of her sword and harshly brought it down onto his face, clearly breaking his nose and knocking him out, his body limply falling to the ground with a light thud.
She then blocked another attack coming down from the elf that could still move, she let him attack her as she blocked all of his efforts all of the fancy footwork and pointed blows, she was tired of him, the week attacks only adding to her frustration. She thought this would have been a good opportunity to vent and see some blood, taste the freeing feeling of a wonderful fight. But this was so slow and boring, she could feel her breath increasing as she could feel her temper firing up more for every weak attack he thrust at her. Finally, she could feel a crack in her patience the line blurring as she sliced her sword at a fatal angle towards his jugular.
Then all of a sudden there was a firm sword stopping her a half a moment before her steel met flesh. The elf fell back as his mind was reeling from his very close scrape with death. The elves around her she had noticed looked tenser, yet relieved, and as she looked up she knew why. Steel grey eyes looked down at her, she held his gaze as one of his brows went up at the dark heat that was in her bight orbs. She broke the stare realizing the Elf that had blocked her sword, was the same one she had worked so hard to stay away from, King Thranduil. There was something in his cold eyes that sent a shiver of realization through her of what she had actually done.
Still pushing against the sword of their king she immediately released and moved back a few paces putting her sword away. She looked around at the high tension in the training arena, a few female elves went over to the one she had knocked out tending to his bloodied face. The adrenaline in her system did not fade, she briefly bowed before briskly walking from the arena the King's cold eyes boring into her the whole way.
She knew he had been watching her for a few weeks now, it was impossible to ignore that. She thought this training exercise would be something to still the waters of her frustration, she cursed internally as she weaved in between the narrow corridors, these elves were certainly more hot-tempered than she had thought, with their pride and grandiose self-worth over all other creatures. She just may have ruined everything, not even a year, she cursed again out loud. Thranduil, he knew something was awry, she was sure he didn't know what, but after that fight, he definitely knew something was very wrong with her.
She heard him following her through the halls his quiet yet quick pace quickly caught up to her, his footsteps unaccompanied by guards allowed him to move faster unimpeded. By now she was in a remote area of the training grounds; old sparring equipment and other training materials were scattered here and there, some broken others she was sure were simply of no longer use. The lighting was much darker in these sections and she had found them to be a nice reprieve from the constant perfection of the majority of the kingdom. Damn, she had simply wanted to get away, out of sight. Let what had happened to be explained away in his own mind, they would have told him she was pushed to it, that she was defending herself. She just needed to get to Fanion, yes he, he would explain for her; she just did not know how to handle Thranduil. She was not sure what she could do in this state her body was still on fire her frustration and anger not unfettered in the slightest from her fight. She had no control here, what she needed was self restraint, so that she could turn this situation into something she could influence, something she could control or she would set everything ablaze.
"I command you to stop!" she heard him ordering her; not a mere moment had she stopped that her wrist was grabbed and with a great force she was jerked against the wall followed by her other hand being grabbed and now Sunal stood their breathing, thinking, and pinned to the wall looking up at the king. She could see he was breathing heavily as well and though his features were only subtly irritated She could see a wonderful biting anger under his eyes.
She could work with that, elves were not men, she knew that most elves could not be persuaded by earthly taunts, or so she had been told. Men she knew, inside and out, she had had her fill, and enjoyed the pleasures that came from both sides of control. One thing she had also learned, very well, was that if there was one emotion that could be the most easily manipulated it was anger, a blinding anger, something she could fan, something she could divert into something else.
"Why did you do that" His voice was trembling and deep, she could tell that he was holding back more than he wanted, just a little more coal I'll add to the fire. It could go bad quickly, but if anyone was going to get burned it would not be her, and with that thought, she inhaled unable to formulate another plan she moved forward with her first. She pushed one leg forward brushing against his as he shoved her tighter to the wall looking for answers. ''So the great Green Woods King is not as wise as he seems, I know you have watched me at the training grounds, you hear what they say."
"Watch your tongue human," he spat out at her, "Why!" She pushed her body against his in defiance making sure that she slid one of her legs between his, smirking up at him with sharp wild eyes she whispered, "Why should I watch my tongue around an elf that makes idle threats from a throne, degrading other races to cover up his own personal humiliations at how he can barely control those in his own kingdom." she could feel the heat of anger falling from his body in waves as she looked up to him pushing further into him as she did, she knew she was walking a fine line, she had to push him to the edge of his anger to act irrationally. "Why not instead you do your job, and look over the Mirkwood and leave me out of it." she heatedly whispered, every word led her face a bit closer to his. And at that, Sunal thought to look at his eyes drawing down to his lips, before he began his retort, she took the moment to act, forcefully bringing her face to his for a forceful kiss, out of more a shocked response he volleyed back with an equaled ferocity leaning lower and tilting his head before pushing her head again flush against the wall, hitting the dirt wall with a painful thud before he separated.
Suddenly she could see the shift in his eyes, confusion, and anger still flaming in there. Her core tightened with excitement, like fire, dark fire, the torment began burning inside him. Thranduil was becoming more and more aware of her body pressed against his. Elves did not do this, he told it to himself but his mind was so clouded so hot all he could feel was her, anger was flooding his system, he had never experienced this kind of overwhelmingness since the last great war, his body felt as though it was on fire.
**Sunal seeing this took the upper hand, using her strength in his moment of confusion and shock she grabbed his arm and turned him so that they switched places in a moment. He wasn't resisting when she pushed him hard against the wall. She kicked the leg that was in between his to the side knocking him off his balance so that she could push him to his knees holding his arms now more above his head she could look straight into his eyes for the first time. Again she placed her leg between his pushing his back against the wall knocking the breath from his lungs she feverishly clamped down on his mouth again taking the opportunity his gasp afforded her to explore his mouth with her tongue. She began rotating her leg between his robes lifting the heel up and down messaging into his lower thigh she could feel heat begin to grow in his lower appendages. He deepened into her kiss as he let out a soft confused grown, he began to try and battle for dominance as he tried to push back against her.
It was too late though, her hunger had gone unsatisfied for too long and she could not put into complete thoughts what exactly taking the power from him in this meeting was doing to her. She was practically roaring with power that she had been holding in for so long. Any push he made against her sent a powerful yet confusing rush through his body and tightness to his muscles that he had only felt could compare to the tightness of the moment before a battle. Her tongue swirling and massage in motions that though he did not understand sent a sharp shock down below his robes. She could feel him harden beneath her the more she did to him and the more he fought her.
Pushing more strength into her arm she grabbed both of his wrists a feat that she was having trouble doing as they were large and strong. Losing her grip on one of them he pushed his hand to her chest, in an attempt to shove her off, but she used her position to move into it. His hand over her breast he could feel the supple soft flesh underneath the tunic she was wearing, his pushing grew less and less forceful as he began to enjoy the feeling of her under his hand, muddles with the other sensations in his body.
Sunal growled lowly into his mouth and broke from his kiss, she moved down to his neck sucking and biting taking her now free hand and moved it between his robes so that bare flesh could touch flesh. Her hand scraped down him leaving thin lines of red as she grated her nails down his firm and heavily breathing chest, she found his nipple and began massaging it with her thumb as she continued her assault on his neck. "What are you doing" his voice deep and as muddled as his mind, she responded by nipping sharply at his neck and pressing down on his hardening nipple.
Thranduil's mind was unable to process what was happening, he had never been touched like this, his body had never been so sensitive to the physical touch of another as it was right now. Elves were noble, spiritual beings, his anger towards her fueled him even more as he grasped her breast kneading it, trying to get under the fabric too so he could also touch her the way she was touching him, so that he could get back some of the ground he had lost, yet unable to process what or how to do it as her expert hands molded and stimulated him. His thoughts began to leave him less and less as the tightness in his body grew more and more at the onslaught of rousing motions she was making. Below his belt, he felt his sex twitch under its uncomfortable hardness.
She pulled away again to look at the majesty of the man, his robes half falling off and ruffled around him belt holding the majority of the fabric in place, revealing his glowing form sculpted as though the gods had blessed him over others, his breath was ragged and his normally sharp eyes were clouded and confused. He was breathing so fast and so deeply that she thought he might pass out, his grip was weak now. Any motion to push her or take over was replaced by shivers of pleasure and utter confusion as to what to do. She could feel how hard he was with her leg as he twitched under the small about of stimulation she was giving him there. His hand on her breast was moving in weak pulses barely able to hold on to what he was even trying to do. She sent a shiver through him as she flicked her nail sharply over his nipple watching his reaction with pleasure. She felt so aroused by the sight of how far she had made him fall writhing beneath her touch. Her hunger was still strong she took her hand from her chest grasping his face as she brought it to her mouth placing the middle finger in and began sucking in pulses putting the index in with it as she twirled her tongue around the fingers to the base where they connected to his had coating them in her saliva.
As she did this she watched as more and more sense left his eyes, until they began fluttering closed and he started moving his hip against the leg she had planted between his legs. Trying to relieve some of the ever-growing pressure. This time letting go of the other arm she had used to hold him to keep him in place she grasped his shoulder. She was enjoying this so much, she could feel how wet she was by just looking at him and was making her hunger grow to see more.
She moved her now free hand down his chest again enjoying how when she brushed against his hard nipple his whole body clenched under her. She continued her assault down his chest parting his robes the whole way down until his manhood was free from the cloth. He gasped into her as and moved one of his hands to hers as he was shocked by her touch as she grasped his length. She moved her hand up and down a few times teasing what she was doing, she could feel the precum dripping from the tip as his hand was confusingly on hers.
She growled in frustration as she moved her hand from his member, now earning a groan of wanting from his throat. Thranduil was unable to process how or what he was thinking, the loss of control over his body was only second to the about of pleasure he was feeling. His eyes fluttered open at the loss of her hand on his sex and stared into her dark eyes, they were flecked with gold and they were shining more than he could ever believe a humans eyes could. Though he could not keep his eyes open when he felt the sensation of her guiding his hand down her pants, he could feel just how hot she was as well and then just how silky she was down there she held his hand firm in place as she ground down on it a few time when he pushed up against her grinding he received such a pleasant movement from her tongue, he was confused when she removed his hand from her sex it felt cool in the air as it was damp from her secretions, she released his hand as hers went back. She moved her other free hand back to his chest as he began to squirm and move around wanting more of the sensations that she was giving him.
As his eyes were closed she removed her hand from her own sex after she felt it was sufficiently coated with her own wet heat, she then again placed her hand on his exposed member coating it in her own pleasure. She broke the kiss as she wanted a better look at what she was doing to him. His head hung back one hand worked on his chest focussing on the more sensitive nipple, and he began stuttering as she moved up and down his length at a firm and steady pace. She felt her own juices drip down his cock as they did down her leg at the sight of him. As he began to get close his hips moved into her at a faster pace which she met with fluctuating grip from hard to soft milking him of his own control. She began holding her hand closer to the head as she began harshly rubbing her thumb over the tip and he pumped into her, her hand kept messaging his chest harder and harder as she could feel him getting to the edge. When she did his heart felt as though it was about to burst it was pumping so fast and his whole body went into a state of tremors and seizing as he furiously came into her hand and onto her leg. She kept softly rubbing his member as he fell through waves of pleasure after cumming.
Then a wave of exhaustion he had never felt hit him, his whole body felt as though it was giving out on him as he fell into her slumping to the ground. She held him there in her warmth for a moment as she felt him go unconscious. Once she was certain he was out she kneeled and placed him back against the wall she looked down at her pant and pushed some of his seed off, some sticking to her hand she brought it to her face licking it off. So this was the seed of a king, interesting, she thought, it still had the saltiness that other seed had but she had to admit there was something different about it, fresher, or sweeter? She couldn't place it.
"I may have gone too far," she thought aloud. She took the bottom of her tunic and wiped him down the best she could before wrapping and clipping his robes around him once again. Quickly she looked around and saw a chair not too far off in the dark, she lifted him and placed him there. She was not sure why, but somewhere in her mind, she thought he might be more forgiving if she did not leave him in an… unsteady manner. She could feel the wetness between her legs persist, but the more she thought about what she had to do now the faster she could feel it dry. "I hope harvest season is a long way off" she muttered as she moved quickly disappearing into the dark corridors.
OK, so there you have it.
I do not know when I will upload another chapter and I hope you all enjoyed it and I did not lose too many readers.
I will probably come back and edit this chapter one day, but to be honest I wanted to post it and get it out of my system to move forward with the story
