Bard jerked his hand away and stumbled backwards, his legs colliding with his chair, sending him falling back into it. Thranduil raised his head, letting his hand drop to his side, and looked down at the frightened human. He could see the fear in the Bowman's eyes, hear his heart beating wildly in his chest.

"W-what are you?"

Thranduil tilted his head to the side pondering the question for a moment. The elven king walked forward, stopping at the foot of the chair. He leaned in slowly, placing his left hand on the top edge of the chair's back. Bard gripped the armrests tightly, turning his head to the left as the elven king's face drew closer to his. Thranduil leaned his head in further, his lips brushing the Bowman's right ear.

"Do not be afraid Bard, I have no intention of killing you. You are far too special to carelessly toss aside. Your blood has brought about an end to my fasting. It is your blood, and yours alone, that I will drink my fill of."

Thranduil brought his right hand up and gripped the Bowman under the jaw. Bard wrapped his right hand around the elven king's wrist trying to pull his hand away. Thranduil lowered his head and licked slowly up the man's neck. He could feel the human's pulse quicken under his tongue. He wrapped his lips around the pulsing spot and sucked gently. Bard pushed at the elven king's chest with his free hand, but the body in front of him didn't move an inch.

"S-stop, please stop this!"

Thranduil licked Bard's neck again, loving the way it made the man shiver and squirm under his grasp.

"Why should I? You taste so sweet my little dragon slayer. I could spend hours licking every inch of your delectable body, savoring each and every taste, every touch."

Bard gasped as the elven king's tongue brushed an extremely sensitive spot behind his ear.

"N-no! Ah!"

Thranduil turned the human's head towards him. Their lips brushing each other's softly.

"You protest against me as if you had a choice. You have nowhere to run to my little bowman. You are mine for the night. But do not fret, I promise you will be begging me for more before the night is out."

Bard gasped as Thranduil's lips descended upon his own. The elven king's tongue dominated every inch of the human's mouth. Bard's eyes fluttered softly as his grip on the king's wrist lessened. Thranduil teased the man's tongue with his own before pulling away. The elven king stared down at the human loving the sight before him. Bard's mouth hung open as he panted for breath; a small trail of saliva running down to his chin. His eyes half closed in a deep lust filled gaze, with a small heated blush forming on his cheeks.

"So beautiful,"

Thranduil released the man's jaw and stroked the side of his face. Bard's mind, which had shut down the moment the elven king had kissed him, flared back to life sending him into a panic. With all his might Bard pushed his hands against Thranduil's chest, forcing the elven king back a step. Bard leapt to his feet and raced for the door, but was grabbed by the arm and around the waist before he got there. He struggled against the hands holding him but he was no match for the elven king's iron grip. Thranduil dragged the struggling human back over to the table.

"Such a wild thing you are. Perhaps I can find a way to calm you down."

Bard yelped loudly as he was hoisted into the air and then laid down onto the massive table. Thranduil wrapped one hand around the man's throat. His strength successfully pinning the human down. Bard gripped the arm holding him, but couldn't remove it. With his free hand, Thranduil picked up the bottle of elven wine and took a drink. Leaning down, the elven king began kissing the human again, spilling the liquid into the Bowman's open mouth. Bard could taste the rich wine as it passed his lips and settled on his tongue, but refused to swallow. Quick as lightning, Thranduil broke the kiss and covered the human's mouth and nose with his free hand. Bard squirmed under the elven king's grasp.

"Swallow and I will let you breath."

Bard fought long and hard, his lungs screaming for air. Finally, unable to last any longer, he swallowed. Thranduil removed his hand from the human's face watching as he gasped for air. Bard lay on the table gasping and panting until his breathing was once again under control. All the while Thranduil had stood there watching, his head tilted slightly to the side as he studied the creature trapped in his grasp. Bard looked up at the elven king, he could feel the wine beginning to take effect. His eyelids grew heavier, his breathing slower, and his limbs weaker. Thranduil smiled slyly. Removing his hand from Bard's neck, he grasped both of his wrists and pinned them on the table above his head with one hand. Bard panted lightly, his muscles tensing a fraction, but unable to resist. He was drunk off the wine and completely in the elven king's power. Thranduil stroked the side of the man's face with his free hand, trailing down over his neck, chest, waist, and thigh. Bard shuddered as he felt the elven king's hand move to stroke his inner thigh.

"There now, is this not so much better? You fight so needlessly against me. Stop struggling little elvëa, I promise you will enjoy it."

Bard's breathing hitch in his throat as the elven king slowly pushed the man's trembling legs open and stood in between them. Thranduil leaned forward and kissed the Bowman's trembling lips, slowly bringing his hand back up the human's body to rest on his chest. Breaking the kiss, Thranduil tilted Bard's head to the side, licking and sucking at the man's neck. Bard gasped loudly, his body trembling from the intense sensations. Thranduil opened his mouth wide and quickly sank his fangs into the crook of the Bowman's neck. Bard yelped, his back arching upwards, as he felt the sudden sharp pain in his neck. Thranduil wrapped his lips around the wound drinking in every drop. His free hand gripped the human's jaw, keeping his head turned to the side. Slowly, as he felt his blood leaving his body, Bard relaxed back against the table. His eyes dimmed and his mind grew foggy. Thranduil released Bard's wrists and began stroking down the human's side, causing the body beneath him to tremble ever so slightly. Thranduil drank slowly, never wanting to stop, but he could hear the Bowman's heart beginning to slow and knew he would have to soon. Bard gasped softly as the fangs left his neck, he could feel the elven king's tongue lapping at the wound. He must have blinked, or possibly blacked out, because one minute he was staring up at the ceiling and the next he saw the elven king's face smiling down at him. Blood was smeared on his lips, his sharp teeth shining under the candlelight. Bard tried to speak but he couldn't seem to form any words. His eyes fluttered slightly, he was having a hard time staying conscious.

"Shh, hush now my little elvëa, there is no need to speak right now. Rest, we will talk once you have regained your strength."

Bard wanted to fight, to beg the elven king to let him go, but between the effects of the wine and the blood loss, he could do little else than close his eyes and let the darkness take him.