Days have passed since the king had taken my innocence. I hadn't seen or spoken to him since that night as he was probably fucking another slave girl. Figures.

But I couldn't help but replay the events of that night in my head again. How his face contorted as I rode his cock. The nonsense that rolled off his tongue as he fucked me hard. The thoughts that wracked around my mind had made a very familiar sensation between my legs. I looked around the quickly in the small chambers that I had to sleep in before getting up and locking the door.

I sat back down on the small bed and made myself comfortable, before lifting my dress to touch the wet heat, vividly remembering how he took me.

"Oh, God…" I gasped out quietly as I imagined Thranduil fucking me hard again. I imagined his silvery hair spilling around him as he hovered above me.

I was so lost in my fantasy of having the king take me again, that I failed to realize that there was a guard knocking on the door until it was too late as he unlocked the door.

"Oh, by the Valor!" He gasped out before shielding his eyes briefly.

I jumped, pulling my fingers out of my cunt and quickly draping my dress down before sitting up.

"Why, you filthy little—!" He exclaimed before he darted towards me and dragged me out of the room and to the throne of the king.

{You requested this filth, my lord?} The guard said as he pushed me hard in front of him.

Thranduil floated down the steps of his throne and began to look at me subtly.

{What is the matter?} He asked the guard.

{S-she was t-touching her…}

{And you watched her?} Thranduil started to become angry.

{N-no, my lord! I—}

"Leave us, or I will have your head." Thranduil cut him off.

The guard knelt and scurried out of the throne room.

Alone again.

"Impatient, are we?" Thranduil seemed amused as he took the hand that I was masturbating with into his, before he brought my fingers to his lips, tasting my pleasure.

I couldn't help but shiver at his touch. My arousal ever growing in his presence and my patience was beginning to wear thin.

I dropped down to my knees and swatted his hand away before moving his robes out of the way, revealing his trousers. I looked up at him before looking back down at the point of focus, Drawing his pants down and finding his semi-hard erection.

Thranduil groaned at the cool air meeting his flesh and I gently grabbed it and began to run my tongue along the length.

{By the Valor! What are you doing to me woman?} He hissed, before grabbing a fistful of my hair.

I continued to tease him as I sucked on the head of his erection before taking the rest of him into my mouth slowly.

"Oh, my love… why must you tease me so?" he panted.

I looked up at him through my eyelashes and began to bob my head lightly, watching his face contort in pleasure. I gripped his hips and held him steady as he began to thrust into my mouth, losing his self-control once again. I quickened my pace as I let my tongue glide over the vein on the underside of his length, causing him to falter, his breathing becoming erratic.

"Oh… please…" He whimpered.

I could feel his erection twitch as he lowered his other hand to my head, pressing my face further down with each of his own thrusts.

I moaned around his cock before he pulled me off, causing an obscene 'pop' to echo off the walls of the room.

He pulled me up by the arm opposite his and glared into my eyes; his eyes that were once a clear sky were now a lustful ocean. He engulfed me into a rough, passionate kiss before backing me into a wall by the stairs harshly. I sighed at the pain, but refocused on the king as he hoisted me up and fixed himself between my legs, bunching my dress around my waist as his hands cradled the backs of my knees, occasionally running his hands gently up my thigh.

I choked back a moan as I let my head fall against the wall as he began to ravage my body. The familiar touches of his hands were long anticipated, intensifying my sexual flame.

"Thranduil…" I sighed, subtly grinding my hips against his, initiating that I wanted him.

He smirked, grazing my waist with his right hand before tracing it down slowly to my exposed hips. He brought his hand down to spread my legs wider to his convenience before he guided himself into my cunt, antagonizing slowly.

"Oh, Meleth nin…" he sighed against my ear, "So wet for me…"

"Ah…" I gasped as his cock stretched out my tightness again, the familiar feeling of his length satisfying every nerve of my heat.

"Mm, she likes it…" He teased, pulling back out slowly, before thrusting in again.

His hand wandered back up to grip my thigh as he began to fuck me a gently against the wall. He began to softly caress my exposed flesh with his hand, kissing my neck and sucking love bites. But my patience was wearing thin. The way that Thranduil was taking me at that moment was not enough. I wanted him fuck me like the slave girl I was. I wanted him to leave rough bruises. I wanted him to squeeze my thighs, and bite my neck. I wanted him to lose control the way he did when he took my innocence for his own favors.

"Fuck me harder…" I hissed, my words coming out more urgent that I expected.

His lusty eyes met mine quizzically as he pumped in and out of me gently, before he pulled out, almost dropping me to the floor.

"You dare command a king?" he said, catching me before my knees went out.

He yanked my dress down from the neckline, ripping the fabric before he discarded it, leaving me bare to him. My face flushed a deep red as his eyes roamed my flesh, exposed to his convenience.

"Get on all fours."

I didn't argue, doing exactly what I was told as I faced the wall. I embraced the cool feeling of the floor against my hands and knees. I could feel a subtle jolt of pleasure wrack through my body as I waited for my king to take me.

I could feel his warm hands graze the skin of my backside before he shoved his manhood into me without warning.

"Ay!" I yelped in surprise, squeezing my eyes shut at the sudden rush of ecstasy.

He was thrusting wildly into me, holding my hips in place. My head was washed into another cloud of lust as I could hear the drumbeat of my heart pounding in my cranium. The faint sounds of skin against skin, obscene moans and breathy panting were tainting my mind. Sweat began to pool in the dip of my back and I could feel my arms become jelly like. I reached up with my left hand, planting it onto the wall so I could support my upper body from falling to the cold marble floor.

With that, his thrusts became faster and harder. I was almost at the edge of bliss… Then Thranduil spanked me hard with a wide hand.

I yelped from the contact and my hips started bucking, meeting his every thrust as he slapped my ass again.

"Fucking dirty slave girl…" He panted out, "You like being fucked like this, don't you? You like being spanked? Huh?"

He slapped my ass again, leaving a light sting.

I moaned out at the pain and pleasure, though my words were nonsense. My cunt began to tighten around his thick cock as I fell over the edge. The feeling that had been building in my core had finally uncoiled itself as I groaned out in relief of release.

"Ah! My king…" I sighed, letting my pleasure coat his length.

He came right after, letting out a slew of obscenities as he spilled his sticky seed into my cunt. We rode out our orgasms until Thranduil was barely pumping tiredly…

I slumped down onto the cold marble, resting my cheek on the cool stone as he pulled out, his cock gradually softening.

I fell over onto my side, letting my overheated body slowly return to normal temperature as I peered up at the sated elf-king.

He pulled his trousers back up before he fixed his disheveled crown and straightened his robes.

"Oh, Meleth…" He said as he knelt down and picked me up, carrying me off to wherever he pleased.