The king leaned back down to kiss me again, the fire evident in his eyes. The need of release radiated from his skin. I returned the affection as his lips collided with mine roughly. He started roughly fondling my body as he began to noticeably lose his self-control. The ellon before me was turning into an animal; his mighty composure was crumbling quickly as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, tangling his wild hands into my hair.

"Oh!" I gasped as his erection pressed my center.

He pulled away from my face flashing me a smug grin as he moved his head back down to latch his mouth on my neck, sucking and biting at his own free will. My breathing became ragged as his hands wandered down, tracing lines down my curves and eventually his fingers were teasing my folds. He backed me towards the large bed and I fell into the soft mattress. My legs dangled over the edge of the bed and he shifted himself between my thighs as he took a first taste of my nectar.

I had no way of knowing what was going on as my hips started to gyrate a little as he slowly moved his tongue against my core, circling around a particular area that gave me an intense jolt. I wanted to push him back since I felt my leg begin to tremble. The intensity of this feeling wasn't new, as I have touched myself before, but it never ever felt this good as it was starting to overwhelm my seventeen year old body. I tried to tear my focus away from his face, looking desperately for something else to focus on, but he was expert at finding places that I didn't even know existed at a blissful level. I let my eyes roll back as he found a small nub of sensitive nerve endings and continued to move his tongue around it.

Then, without warning, he pulled away from me. His pale torso was difficult to not stare at. I was shivering from the attention and un-explainable feelings of satisfaction.

"Spread." He commanded, the lust rolling off his tongue.

I did as he said as he climbed over my body, his hair spilling off his shoulders. He looked so much better without his crown… less threatening.

"You're mine, little one… my pure servant…" he whispered as he lifted my leg above his shoulder and the other around his waist.

I knew that my body did not bend in that way, but I didn't have the energy to argue. The king lined himself up with my entrance and slowly pushed his way in. It didn't hurt as much as I anticipated, but maybe it was the adrenaline surging that masked the pain with pleasure. He took my hand in his, lacing his fingers in mine as he began to pump slow, but hard.

All I heard from the king was Elvish, but even if he was speaking the common tongue, he wouldn't have made much sense. He gripped his free hand to my hip as he held me still to fuck me the way he wanted: faster and harder.

"Oh, little one, so tight for me… So wet…" he moaned.

My blood boiled to my skull; the pleasure wracked around like a bullet as I could hear the faint slapping of skin. The heavy moans eliciting from my own tongue. The raspy breathing of the king.

The sweat started to build up around my hairline and my body was beginning to writhe. I felt the cloud of lust wrap around my heart and I finally found the energy to roll him over onto his back.

If I wasn't so turned on, I would have laughed at the look on his face. The sudden change of events had caused him to forget what he was doing.

It was finally time to show him that I wasn't weak.

"Oh, fuck…" I moaned out as I grinded my hips against his.

I put my hands on his toned stomach feeling every muscle that he had, before I started to lightly bounce up and down on his cock.

He still seemed surprised, but he wasn't complaining, since he didn't have to do all the work. He ran his hands up my thighs and settled them on my hips, steadying them as he bucked his hips up to mine, meeting every thrust. He then started to fuck me hard again…

The obscene moans coming from both of us were enough to make me shudder inwardly. The things that he said were not becoming for a king. Not even a common man. But they sounded so good at the moment.

"You… Fucking… slave girl…" He said breathlessly as I continued to ride him, "ohh, Eru! You're so tight around my cock!"

"Ah, my king, I'm about to…" I whimpered as my pleading was really starting to make mesound like the slave girl that I was.

I leaned down to grip at his shoulders as my body became like jelly; I couldn't stay upright without feeling boneless… and with that, I knew that the ending was nearing for me. The fire burning in my loins was going to burn through my cunt in moments. My walls were beginning to contract around his flesh and he cried out in Elvish before releasing himself into me. I followed, letting go of everything that I had, as I rode out my high with the king.

My hair was wet and matted to my skin, my body was exhausted, and I finally felt the agonizing ache of my cunt as Thranduil pulled out; I fell over onto the cool mattress next to him, listening to his breathing slowly return to normal.

"You…" he started, still panting, "Are mine alone…"

He turned over onto his side and started to caress the curve of my breast before saying "My little one, you are my slave for favors now…"

If I had the energy, I would have barked something snarky at him, but I didn't have the heart to do it. I was tired, and I was satisfied. So instead I responded with a quiet "Yes, my lord."

The smile that crept upon his lips made him look less threatening. More like a lover than a Master.

"You are to spend this night in my chambers… then I will arrange something else for you… do you understand?" he whispered, stroking my cheek.

"Yes, my king." I responded, sleepily.

"Sleep, little one. You are so exhausted. Let the welcoming abyss comfort you…" His words began to fade as I drifted off into dreamland.