My Sweet Doom, a lord of the rings fanfic

I apologize for my English! I translated the entire fanfic, originally written in Portuguese, into English.

I wanted to read erotic fanfics with Legolas, I couldn't find them and so I decided to write I woke up early this Saturday and decided to obey the voices in my head and write! The Legolete that lives in me greets the Legolete that lives in you

I hope you like it!

My Sweet Doom

Synopsis: An erotic tale between Legolas, Crown Prince of Greenwood, and Lady Evalin, his best friend. What happens when the two finally decide to cross the line of friendship and delight in each other's bodies?

I knock on the door of Legolas' office, but only to pretend to be polite in case there's someone in there with him, and enter quickly without waiting for an answer. He already knows it's me, after all, I'm the only one with the courage to enter his office like this.

Thranduil's children are always unpredictable, just like their father, and no one wants to risk getting on the wrong side of their fury even if they have the most enchanting eyes in Middle Earth.

What's more, in some way that the Valar have no idea what it is, this elf always knows when I'm near, like a sixth sense that beeps whenever Evalin Thoronthuniel approaches.

I approach the table with my hands behind my back and my red lips forming a pout. Legolas is sitting down, working on some important reports that I don't understand at all, and he hasn't looked at me yet. But I know three things that will happen as soon as his eyes meet mine.

One: he's going to provoke me. He's going to use words like a skilled sorcerer uses them to get someone involved. And whatever he wants from me, he'll get it. Nobody can and nobody wants to say no to Legolas Greenleaf.

Second: he'll look down at my mouth and take a deep breath, as if he's trying to control himself.

And third: he's going to call me by my nickname, and by nickname I don't mean the common "Eva", I mean one of his own. Then he'll look down my body, waiting for a very specific reaction, one that I get whenever he calls me that.

- I can feel that beak of yours," he declares, feigning seriousness, but I can see that he's struggling to contain his smile

- How do you know I'm doing odd jobs?

- You're predictable, my sweet Anarth - he practically wraps his tongue around the last three words and lifts his gaze to look at me

Your Doom, that's what Legolas calls me. To tease me he says it's because I'm going to make him lose his mind, go mad, give up being the crown prince and go and live like a mad elf next to Radagast and, well, that is indeed among my daily tasks, but with immense satisfaction I know that it's not the real reason.

I never complain anyway, because seeing him caress "Anarth" to address me gives me such pleasure that I clench my thighs together to contain the sensation that builds up between my legs. I think he notices and that's why he always calls me that, because he always waits a few seconds after saying the word, looking at me as if he's waiting for something. And I, of course, never let him down in this respect. It's delightful to be the object of Legolas Greenleaf's attentions.

The fireplace at the back of the room reflects on my dress, which is not only made of a very thin white fabric, but is also slightly translucent. Through the flames Legolas can see exactly the shape of my body, he can see the shape of my thighs and the exact moment when I press them together. I'd be lying if I said I didn't put on this outfit on purpose and didn't position myself in the exact spot for the flames to undress me for his eyes.

Is he cataloging the number of times I do this and writing it down in a notebook with the title "All the times I almost made my best friend cum using just one word and then pretended I didn't do anything" so he can tease me later?

- And you're insufferable, little prince - I approach his table and steal his glass of wine, taking a long sip

- So unbearable that you won't get off my back - he takes the cup from my hands and drinks the rest, but he says it with a tone that I know the last thing he wants is for me to get off his back, and he doesn't take his eyes off mine over the rim of the cup.

I can feel his eyes caressing me when he stares at my bare breasts under my dress and makes them heave automatically; I can feel when he looks down at the curve of my hips and my lacy panties and his hands twitch as if he wants to take them off me.

The way he looks at me, the way he smiles at me with an unmistakable pleasure reflected in his expression, the way he roams my body with his eyes as if he wants to devour me and then tease me, leaves me completely enraptured.

I follow him as he puts his glass aside and rests his cheek on one hand, his attention fully on me.

We've known each other forever. He's the Elven King's eldest son and I'm the only daughter of his father's chief advisor. We lived together and grew up inseparable. I gave him his first bow (I still boast of having influenced the best archer in Middle-earth) and asked him for my first kiss (an eager teenager who didn't want to wait any longer).

The Lady with the Colored Eyes and the Archer Prince is the ballad that the kingdom of Greenwood composed in anticipation of our union, our first (second) kiss. The people sing it at the top of their lungs whenever they see us pass by together, raising their voices in the stanza where the handsome archer prince declares himself to the Lady whose eyes are different from each other, one crystal green and the other honey brown.

Today I came here to find out exactly how to break the line that prevents us from taking a step forward in this relationship, a line that neither of us knows how it appeared in the first place. But I think he's noticed the different fire in my eyes, the fire that clearly says I want him on his knees.

- Of course I won't, you're the prince. Who better than you to do my every bidding? - I tease

- You only remember that I'm the prince when it suits you

- Why would I remember other times? - I arch my eyebrow - And now I need your help, little prince

- I'll help you if you stop calling me little prince

- I've been calling you that for hundreds of years, do you still have hope?

- I have

- If I don't call you little prince, what will I call you? Legolas and Las don't count

- Prince?

- Not me. Leave that to your subjects

- And you're not?

- I'm in the "best friend" category

- And you put yourself in it? - he gives me a dirty smile

I reach across the table to pinch him, but he's quicker and grabs my hand halfway with his warrior reflexes, laughing.

- So tell me, Armath, how can I satisfy your desires today? - he asks in a husky voice, kissing the back of my hand lightly - Tell me, my sweet doom, what brought this beak to your beautiful mouth?

I let go of his hand and gasp, but not in surprise, because I already knew he would turn the tables. Legolas always has the last word, always the last provocation. When I don't answer, he continues:

- You came here to bring me to my knees, didn't you? - he gets up from his chair, the muscles in his long legs tightening, walks around the table and faces me from only half a step away.

I take a step backwards just to tease him. He takes another two towards me. I take three more steps back and he takes four, and I dance away again. We continue dancing until my back hits the wall and he corners me, resting a hand on either side of my head and looking down at me. He's so close I can feel his breath, so close I can feel the heat of his body.

- You're not going to run away from me, Eva. Or I'll have to hunt you down

- Maybe I'll run away just so you can chase me," I tease, thrusting out my chin

- So that your punishment is to spread your legs for me?

- Yes, it sounds delicious

- Well, we'd better arrange it. If you want me on my knees, that's what you'll get. And if you want to spread your legs for me, I'll be sure to help." Legolas tugs lightly on the strap of my dress, seeking permission to fulfill my and his most depraved desires. And I assure you, I have many.

- I'm yours to do with as you please," I declare. And it's true.

His hands slide down my shoulders, removing my dress, and I close my eyes in satisfaction as I feel his calloused hands roaming my body. My breath catches in my throat as I feel the dress falling down and pooling at my feet. I feel a light touch on my neck and open my eyes. Legolas bends down and kisses the space between my bare breasts. My breath begins to come out in gasps as soon as I feel his lips on my skin. Only the Valar know how long I've waited for this.

- You're perfect - his eyes darken and he wraps his big hands around my breasts, his callused fingers rubbing the nipples - Every time I look at you I feel like I'm being bewitched. And I look a lot, Armarth. Are you ready to have the results of your spells at your feet?

And then Legolas kneels down.

Between my legs, he looks at me with very blue eyes. And he smiles a smile full of sensual promises.

- I can't wait to hear you moan my name, Doom - he grabs one of my calves and lifts it, placing it on his right shoulder - I can't wait to get you sweaty, disoriented and completely wet - he slides a finger down the lace of my panties, right in the middle, and smiles mischievously when he feels that I'm already wet - But I've already done it. You're so wet, darling. So eager for me to suck you? For me to fuck you? Do you want me to fuck you against this wall straight after pleasuring you with my tongue? Or would you prefer it against the table?

With my back against the wall and panting, I felt my lower abdomen contract in anticipation. I felt myself on fire, from my toes to the top of my head. I swear to the Valar that I'm going to combust, melt into the flames of the fireplace at the back of the office.

Legolas kisses the inside of my thighs with a completely intoxicating reverence.

- How soon can I make you come? - He slides his nose over my panties and inhales deeply - You smell like vanilla and lemon. Does it taste the same? I can already taste it on my tongue

My back arched, and my hands, until then clenched into fists at my sides, automatically went to his long blond hair, gripping the strands as if my sanity depended on it. And it did.

With his teeth, Legolas pulls my panties aside, and with a completely feline smile, without waiting for an answer, he lowers his head and licks my vagina from the bottom to the top, where he stops with his tongue on my clitoris. I let out a moan from deep in my throat. So does he.

- Ah Valar. Legolas

- They're not going to help you," he whispers huskily, and when I look down I find him staring at me. His eyes are even bluer, shining like those of a predator that has its prey cornered. - They're not worried - he sticks his tongue deeper into me, without looking away. His hands slide down the back of my thighs, his calloused fingers squeeze my ass and my hips move towards his mouth, following the movements of his tongue - like beautiful elves being sucked against a wall - he pulls his mouth away just enough for me to see his wet lips, wet with me - They won't listen to your prayers if the name that comes out of your lips as if in prayer is mine

I can only tremble and moan loudly and uncontrollably. This elf is going to be my undoing, I'm sure of it. And my tombstone will read "Evalin Thoronthuniel. Died happy to have been sucked extremely well".

He licks, kisses, sucks and feasts on me as if I were a delicious meal. I feel his tongue thrusting into me in precise, delicious movements and enveloping my clitoris; I feel long licks all over my vagina; I feel bites and kisses on the inside of my thighs. So many, many sensations that I know my body can't take it.

My hips against his mouth are going faster, my moans are more desperate, I lost my breath as soon as I felt his tongue. He's completely undoing me.

- Are you going to come on my tongue, darling? - He rests his head on my left thigh and flashes me another completely feline smile, his mouth even wetter than mine - Please, that would be delicious - his hand leaves my ass, slides down the back of my thigh and then...ah. He slips his fingers into me. Roughly. Deliciously.

He presses down on my clit with his thumb while two more fingers quickly slip in and out. And he sucks me again, feasting on me.

I'm going to go mad. I would have fallen a long time ago if Legolas hadn't been holding me up, even though my heels were firmly pressed into his broad shoulders.

- Your moans are delicious - he thrusts his fingers deeper at the same time as he sucks me - You gasp my name with great dexterity - his other hand wraps around the back of my knee, that of the leg resting on his shoulder, and pulls, making me press even harder against him and making my hips move even faster against his face, my back arching so much that I start to think it's going to break.

- Legolas, I'm going to goz...

My body trembles, I feel spasms spreading with the force of thunder, I'm hot and my insides are throbbing so hard that I feel like I'm going to collapse. I come screaming your name. With such force that I feel it running down my legs, but Legolas is quick and doesn't let it go too far; still with his fingers moving in me, he drinks every drop of my come and I feel like I could cry with so much pleasure.

Then he looks up at me and slowly withdraws his fingers. Without breaking eye contact, he puts his fingers in his mouth and sucks, sucks my cum as if it were the purest wine and not a drop could be wasted.

- I'm going to fuck you now - he removes my leg from his shoulder and stands up in fluid movements. I've just come, but I feel like I'm going to come again. He brings his face close to mine - but first, how about tasting yourself? - His fingers move up my abdomen, circling and squeezing my breasts on the way until they reach my neck and wrap around it. He tilts my head back in a movement that manages to be abrupt and delicate at the same time and squeezes my neck lightly. I moan with satisfaction, biting my lip. Then he kisses me.

He kisses me fiercely, opening my lips and tangling his tongue in mine. I feel my back hit the wall again and his fingers tighten around my neck. I reciprocate eagerly, making our tongues fight as if on a battlefield. He may be the warrior between us, but I'm not going to let him off the hook. I move my hands up to his abdomen, and unlike me Legolas is still fully dressed, so I pull at his tunic, slipping my hands under it and scratching his muscular abdomen.

His big hands come down from my neck, grab my ass and lift me up, and I immediately wrap my thighs around his hips. Legolas takes possession of my mouth as if he owned it, and I shudder against his body.

Legolas presses me even closer to the wall and presses his hips against me. With my legs wrapped around him, I can feel his erection right in my still-sensitive pussy. I let out a moan at the sensation of his erection, still inside his pants, rubbing against me.

- It looks like someone is eager to be fucked - he licks my neck from the base to the top - Do you want my cock, love? - he presses his hips harder against me and squeezes my thighs. I nod quickly, unable to speak - I want you to say it out loud

- I want to - I gasp

- What do you want?

- Your cock. I want your cock inside me. Now

- I'm here to serve you. So, if it's my cock you want, he's the one you'll get

He detaches me from the wall and walks over to the table on the other side of the room. Holding me with just one hand, he uses the other to push away the objects that are scattered on top, fountain pens break, papers fly and I hear the heavy impact of books falling to the floor. He places me on the table, spreads his hands on my legs and opens my thighs, slipping between them and kissing me again. His fingers run all over my body, squeezing, revering. His tongue duels with mine and he explores my mouth like a hunter.

I wrap one hand around his neck, pulling him even closer, and bite his lower lip. He interrupts the kiss only to lower his lips to the base of my neck, licking and nibbling.

- Delicious - he hooks a thumb into the side of my panties - You're wearing such a fragile little thing... we can't let it get in our way, can we? - slides the lace down my legs and drops it right there, leaving me completely exposed to him - Beautiful

- Take your clothes off, Legolas. Now - I emphasize - Now - my chest rises and falls in short breaths, completely out of breath

- As my lady wishes - he winks at me and moves away a few steps

He begins to slowly take off his tunic with an annoying little smile on his perfect face, knowing my impatience. He exposes his chest and discards the garment on the floor. His shoulders are broad like those of a strong archer, his abdomen straight and defined, every muscle sculpted to perfection. I analyze him hungrily, capturing every feature with voracious eyes. I follow the shape of his body and look down his narrow hips to the V at the bottom of his abdomen, that V that disappears inside his pants.

Legolas is so beautiful that he looks like a painting, he has the ethereal beauty that only something made by the hands of an artist can have. He's perfect. He looks like a Valar.

When he puts his hands in the waistband of his pants, I hold my breath. He unzips and takes off his underpants, releasing his erection. My eyes go wide and I squeeze my thighs together, trying to contain the sensation rising inside me. Legolas' cock is big and thick, veins bulge on the sides and the tip is already thick with pre-cum. He holds his cock completely hard and moves his hand up and down, running his thumb over the tip, and by Valar, I see his cock get even bigger.

- See what it does to me? - he approaches me at a slow pace, looking at me languidly with his blue eyes framed by dark lashes. His eyelids are half closed, heavy, enveloped in clouds of pleasure as he looks at me.

I feel my mouth salivate at the sight, already imagining him buried deep inside me. A woman's vagina is already prepared to widen and give birth to a child, so I know it will widen to contain the full length of Legolas' cock. And it's going to be absolutely delicious to try.

I involuntarily hold one of my breasts in one hand and lower the other into the space between my legs. His gaze follows my fingers fixedly.

- Apparently we have a big problem to solve there, little prince - I toss my long black hair behind my shoulders as I glance under my eyelashes, spreading my legs in invitation - Let me solve it

His muscles ripple as he takes a deep breath, his pupils dilating to the point where they almost cover the blue of his eyes. He stops in front of me and releases his cock, resting his hands on either side of my hips. I start to imagine it now deep in my throat. I imagine myself licking the length of it and I can hear the sounds Legolas is going to make as I suck him. Will I be the one to make the prince lose his composure?

- Would I be able to get it all in my mouth without choking? - I ask, as he moves his mouth down to my stiff nipples, circling them with his tongue and then sucking.

- We'll see - he holds one nipple between his teeth while he squeezes the other breast. I arch my back, pressing my breasts even harder into him - I'm going to love seeing you red from the effort, choking on my cock as my cum drips down your lips - he bites the curve of one of my breasts - But instead of letting you suck me off, I should fuck your mouth

I close my eyes, delirious with pleasure. His tongue runs over me, working magic on my breasts, my neck and my abdomen, alternating between kisses, licks and bites. Legolas bows to me like someone who's been hungry for something for a long time and now that he's got it, he's not going to waste a single crumb.

Legolas kisses me and then puts his hand on my abdomen, pushing me down until I'm lying on my back on the table, but without separating our lips for a single second. He kisses me wildly, passionately, and I kiss back the same way. Mouths open, tongues intertwining, teeth clashing with such fervor and moans coming together as one.

- I've been imagining this for a long, long time - he says, still on my lips - You've always driven me crazy, so much so that sometimes I can't even think when I'm next to you. I become a useless prince project, sighing over my best friend in the corridors of the palace - he spreads kisses all over my face - Then, when I go to sleep, thinking that your face will finally stop popping into my head and disorientating me, I dream of you. I dream that I'm kissing you, I dream that I'm hugging you, fucking you - he slides his nose down my cheek and to emphasize his point I feel, down there, his hand slide to my vagina, his finger snaking between the folds and caressing my clitoris - that I'm next to you reading a book or strolling through the garden, smiling at each other. And then I wake up, get up, go to find you and all these thoughts are still in my head. They never leave, because you consume me. You were there but I didn't have you. Now I do, and I'm not letting go

- How long... - I let out a moan as I felt his finger curve into a hook inside me - How long have you wanted me?

- How long do I want to fuck you against the wall so hard that the pictures fall off? How long do I want to get you on all fours and eat your ass? Tie your legs open and feast on sucking you? Swallow every drop of your cum, like I did just now? - he takes out his finger and directs his cock to my entrance, starting to slide up and down my pussy. Simply to tease me, because I'm already completely soaked and don't need any more lubrication. I moan in complete agony - or lay you down on my bed, snuggle into the pillows and make love slowly? Tuck myself between your legs, holding our bodies together? - he puts just the tip inside me and then pulls out, almost driving me crazy, and starts rubbing himself against me again

- Legolas, please

- Please what? - he pushes my hair away from my eyes as he puts the tip of his cock in me, only to pull it out again. I whimper, moving my hips in search of more contact, but he holds them steady to keep me still as he slowly tortures me - Say it, Evalin. Please what?

- Fuck me

- How do you want me to fuck you? - he asks softly in my ear and I feel his cock enter a little more. I try to move my hips to make him go deeper, but he holds me firmly still with his hands

- You talk a lot of trash for an educated prince," I tease, but my voice is breathless. I squeeze your biceps - Completely dirty, Your Highness

- Since when am I your highness? - he holds my chin with his fingers

- Ever since you refused to... - he goes on a bit more, making me shut up and throw my head back

- You seem to like my dirty mouth a lot, Doom - Legolas lets go of my hips and moves his hands to my ass - I'll ask you again. How do you want me to fuck you tonight?

- Hard - I whimper again, digging my nails into the muscles of his shoulders

Without saying another word, Legolas thrusts his hard cock into me. I scream, biting my lip hard to stop myself. He looks at me for a moment to make sure I'm okay, and when he sees my eyes completely clouded with pleasure, he starts thrusting. He thrusts in and out and I arch towards him, trying to synchronize our movements. He starts sucking hard on the curve of my neck and I tilt my head to give him even more access.

His hands roam my body, his mouth kisses me and his cock fills me. I'm completely at this elf's mercy. How many times have I dreamt of him fucking me like this?

He calls me doom, but I think the nickname has turned against me. I moan helplessly, knowing that he has become my Doom.

I lift my hips off the table to meet his cock even more. He penetrates me all the way to the base, his balls slapping against my ass, and comes again. He comes down hard again, causing objects to fall off the table due to the impact of his hips inside me. Even so, I can feel his muscles tense as I slide my hands down his back. He's holding back, afraid he'll go too hard, and he's already pretty hard, and end up hurting me unintentionally.

But I don't mind. I like the pain. I put my mouth close to his ear and whisper, my voice hoarse with pleasure:

- There's no need to hold back. I can take anything you want to offer me - I kiss the tip of his ear, making him grunt - Finish me, little prince. Fuck me so hard that I'll forget my own name

His response is another movement of his hips, making me scream even louder. He thrusts into me to the base and stops moving, resting both hands on the side of my head. He gives me a quick kiss.

- What...

That was his last display of politeness.

Then, with a sudden movement and still inside me, he spins me around so that I'm lying face down on the tabletop, my breasts against the wood. One hand wraps around my hip, pulling my ass as tightly as possible against him and placing my feet on the floor, my thin heels clacking on the floor; my cheek is pressed to the tabletop, my mouth is open in surprise. With his hips pressed against my ass, his cock completely inside me, his hand wraps around my hair and pulls my head back. I gasp. He brings his mouth close to my ear, just as I did a moment ago, and declares:

- You'll be even more beautiful with my cum dripping between your legs, my Sweet Doom

I feel his cock leave me only to come back with even more force, so much force that the heavy wooden table drags a few centimeters on the floor. He penetrates me with a sudden thrust, so sudden that my body bends and I exclaim in surprise at the same time as the table moves.

- Ready? - he practically growls in my ear

- Ready - I turn my face only to give him a challenging look over my shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. The challenge is lost as soon as he delivers the next deep thrust, with my smile turning into a loud moan.

I spread my hands on the tabletop to steady myself and Legolas grabs my hair from behind again, while using his other hand to hold my hips and pin my abdomen to the table. Legolas uses one knee to spread my legs further apart.

- Keep your legs wide open for me, baby - he leans all the way down until his chest is pressed against my back, pressing me even closer to the table and keeping his cock firmly buried in me, then he whispers close to my face, making a point of biting the sensitive tip of my ear - Is that what you need? - he pulls his chest away from my back and thrusts again, and again and again. My scalp burns from the grip of his fingers, my ass is red from the impact of his hips and I've never felt so much pleasure in my life.

I feel like I'm on the edge of a cliff, my body is burning up inside and out.

- Not yet. Don't cum - he lifts me just a centimeter above the table, lets go of the hand that was holding my hair, making my head fall forward, and puts his hand on my abdomen. He pulls me tightly to his abdomen and lifts us off the table.

Without removing himself from me, he led me to the sofa and fell backwards onto it, surprising me and taking me with him so that I was straddling his hips.

- Roll over - he orders

And I, of course, obey. I rest both hands on his abdomen and start moving up and down the length of his cock, only stopping when I reach the base, with my ass touching his balls. Legolas moans and stares at the point where our bodies meet, watching glassily as I move up and down impaling myself on his cock. Then he stands up quickly, sitting down. I spread my legs wider so that my feet are behind him, one on either side of his hips, and I rest my hands behind myself. I start to roll over and he moves his hips forcefully, with one arm wrapped around my neck.

It's rough. It's wild. It's delicious.

My pussy starts to contract around his cock and he speeds up his movements even more. I close my eyes with such intensity and hear the sound of our bodies colliding.

- Open your eyes, Doom. I want to see you while you come," he orders. And again I obey. I look up at him with eyelids heavy with pleasure, moaning helplessly, and he digs his fingers into my skin and bends his pelvis upwards so hard that my body goes backwards. He holds me, pulls me back and bites my shoulder. I feel the orgasm building up in me, making me lose my temper even more.

- Legolas, I...

I come hard on his cock, almost violently, breathing heavily. The whole time he looks deep into my eyes, taking in every sound and expression I make. He moves a few more times, holds my waist and comes inside me straight away, letting out a delicious moan. The muscles in his arms are tense and his abdomen is tight, his face reflecting the pure pleasure he's feeling. The sensation is sublime.

- Holy shit, you're perfect - he throws himself back on the sofa and pulls me to lie on top of him

I don't have the strength to move, let alone speak, so I kiss his neck, which is where my mouth reaches, and snuggle up to him. He kisses the side of my head and wraps his arms around me, holding me close. We stay like that for a few minutes, snuggled together, when he gently moves me to the side and lifts me off my feet. I grumble at having his body away from mine.

- I'll be right back, stressed out - he winks at me and goes into the bathroom, and I watch as his bare, perfect ass walks away. I only close my eyes when he leaves my field of vision and I stand there smiling like a fool.

I know he's back when I feel a cloth being passed between my legs and hear a beautiful elven melody.

- Go... - I take a deep breath - Are you going to sing to me... after... - take another breath - fuck me super rough? - I smile, teasingly - and while you're wiping your cum off my thighs?

- I will. I'm a polite prince - he winks at me, looking completely innocent and I snort

- Polite princes don't stick their dicks in their best friends or make them cum so hard

- Polite Ladys don't let themselves be sucked off by their best friend - he nudges my cheek - nor do they sit on his cock so eagerly

- On the contrary. It would be extremely rude if I didn't," I pout, and he laughs. And it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. I've heard it many times, but every time he laughs I stop to savor it.

Legolas laughs and bites my beak.

- Are you all right?" His voice is tinged with concern and his fingers caress a bruise on my thigh.

- I've never been better - I smiled - I like my little prince to be rough

- How about calling me love?

I knock on the door of Legolas' office, but only to pretend to be polite in case there's someone in there with him, and enter quickly without waiting for na answer. He already knows it's me, after all, I'm the only one with the courage to enter his office like this.

Thranduil's children are always unpredictable, just like their father, and no one wants to risk getting on the wrong side of their fury even if they have the most enchanting eyes in Middle Earth.

What's more, in some way that the Valar have no idea what it is, this elf always knows when I'm near, like a sixth sense that beeps whenever Evalin Thoronthuniel approaches.

Second: he'll look down at my mouth and take a deep breath, as if he's trying to control himself.

And third: he's going to call me by my nickname, and by nickname I don't mean the common "Eva", I mean one of his own. Then he'll look down my body, waiting for a very specific reaction, one that I get whenever he calls me that.

- I can feel that beak of yours," he declares, feigning seriousness, but I can see that he's struggling to contain his smile

- How do you know I'm doing odd jobs?

- You're predictable, my sweet Anarth – he practically wraps his tongue around the last three words and lifts his gaze to look at me

Your Doom, that's what Legolas calls me. To tease me he says it's because I'm going to make him lose his mind, go mad, give up being the crown prince and go and live like a mad elf next to Radagast and, well, that is indeed among my daily tasks, but with immense satisfaction I know that it's not the real reason.

I never complain anyway, because seeing him caress "Anarth" to address me gives me such pleasure that I clench my thighs together to contain the sensation that builds up between my legs. I think he notices and that's why he always calls me that, because he always waits a few seconds after saying the word, looking at me as if he's waiting for something. And I, of course, never let him down in this respect. It's delightful to be the object of Legolas Greenleaf's attentions.

- And you're insufferable, little prince – I approach his table and steal his glass of wine, taking a long sip

- So unbearable that you won't get off my back – he takes the cup from my hands and drinks the rest, but he says it with a tone that I know the last thing he wants is for me to get off his back, and he doesn't take his eyes off mine over the rim of the cup.

I can feel his eyes caressing me when he stares at my bare breasts under my dress and makes them heave automatically; I can feel when he looks down at the curve of my hips and my lacy panties and his hands twitch as if he wants to take them off me.

The way he looks at me, the way he smiles at me with na unmistakable pleasure reflected in his expression, the way he roams my body with his eyes as if he wants to devour me and then tease me, leaves me completely enraptured.

I follow him as he puts his glass aside and rests his cheek on one hand, his attention fully on me.

We've known each other forever. He's the Elven King's eldest son and I'm the only daughter of his father's chief advisor. We lived together and grew up inseparable. I gave him his first bow (I still boast of having influenced the best archer in Middle-earth) and asked him for my first kiss (na eager teenager who didn't want to wait any longer).

The Lady with the Colored Eyes and the Archer Prince is the ballad that the kingdom of Greenwood composed in anticipation of our union, our first (second) kiss. The people sing it at the top of their lungs whenever they see us pass by together, raising their voices in the stanza where the handsome archer prince declares himself to the Lady whose eyes are different from each other, one crystal green and the other honey brown.

Today I came here to find out exactly how to break the line that prevents us from taking a step forward in this relationship, a line that neither of us knows how it appeared in the first place. But I think he's noticed the different fire in my eyes, the fire that clearly says I want him on his knees.

- Of course I won't, you're the prince. Who better than you to do my every bidding? – I tease

- You only remember that I'm the prince when it suits you

- Why would I remember other times? – I arch my eyebrow – And now I need your help, little prince

- I'll help you if you stop calling me little prince

- I've been calling you that for hundreds of years, do you still have hope?

- I have

- If I don't call you little prince, what will I call you? Legolas and Las don't count

- Prince?

- Not me. Leave that to your subjects

- And you're not?

- I'm in the "best friend" category

- And you put yourself in it? – he gives me a dirty smile

I reach across the table to pinch him, but he's quicker and grabs my hand halfway with his warrior reflexes, laughing.

- So tell me, Armath, how can I satisfy your desires today? – he asks in a husky voice, kissing the back of my hand lightly – Tell me, my sweet doom, what brought this beak to your beautiful mouth?

I let go of his hand and gasp, but not in surprise, because I already knew he would turn the tables. Legolas always has the last word, always the last provocation. When I don't answer, he continues:

- You came here to bring me to my knees, didn't you? – he gets up from his chair, the muscles in his long legs tightening, walks around the table and faces me from only half a step away.

- You're not going to run away from me, Eva. Or I'll have to hunt you down

- Maybe I'll run away just so you can chase me," I tease, thrusting out my chin

- So that your punishment is to spread your legs for me?

- Yes, it sounds delicious

- I'm yours to do with as you please," I declare. And it's true.

- You're perfect – his eyes darken and he wraps his big hands around my breasts, his callused fingers rubbing the nipples – Every time I look at you I feel like I'm being bewitched. And I look a lot, Armarth. Are you ready to have the results of your spells at your feet?

And then Legolas kneels down.

Between my legs, he looks at me with very blue eyes. And he smiles a smile full of sensual promises.

- I can't wait to hear you moan my name, Doom – he grabs one of my calves and lifts it, placing it on his right shoulder – I can't wait to get you sweaty, disoriented and completely wet – he slides a finger down the lace of my panties, right in the middle, and smiles mischievously when he feels that I'm already wet – But I've already done it. You're so wet, darling. So eager for me to suck you? For me to fuck you? Do you want me to fuck you against this wall straight after pleasuring you with my tongue? Or would you prefer it against the table?

Legolas kisses the inside of my thighs with a completely intoxicating reverence.

- How soon can I make you come? – He slides his nose over my panties and inhales deeply – You smell like vanilla and lemon. Does it taste the same? I can already taste it on my tongue

My back arched, and my hands, until then clenched into fists at my sides, automatically went to his long blond hair, gripping the strands as if my sanity depended on it. And it did.

With his teeth, Legolas pulls my panties aside, and with a completely feline smile, without waiting for na answer, he lowers his head and licks my vagina from the bottom to the top, where he stops with his tongue on my clitoris. I let out a moan from deep in my throat. So does he.

- Ah Valar. Legolas

- They're not going to help you," he whispers huskily, and when I look down I find him staring at me. His eyes are even bluer, shining like those of a predator that has its prey cornered. – They're not worried – he sticks his tongue deeper into me, without looking away. His hands slide down the back of my thighs, his calloused fingers squeeze my ass and my hips move towards his mouth, following the movements of his tongue – like beautiful elves being sucked against a wall – he pulls his mouth away just enough for me to see his wet lips, wet with me – They won't listen to your prayers if the name that comes out of your lips as if in prayer is mine

I can only tremble and moan loudly and uncontrollably. This elf is going to be my undoing, I'm sure of it. And my tombstone will read "Evalin Thoronthuniel. Died happy to have been sucked extremely well".

My hips against his mouth are going faster, my moans are more desperate, I lost my breath as soon as I felt his tongue. He's completely undoing me.

- Are you going to come on my tongue, darling? – He rests his head on my left thigh and flashes me another completely feline smile, his mouth even wetter than mine – Please, that would be delicious – his hand leaves my ass, slides down the back of my thigh and then...ah. He slips his fingers into me. Roughly. Deliciously.

He presses down on my clit with his thumb while two more fingers quickly slip in and out. And he sucks me again, feasting on me.

I'm going to go mad. I would have fallen a long time ago if Legolas hadn't been holding me up, even though my heels were firmly pressed into his broad shoulders.

- Your moans are delicious – he thrusts his fingers deeper at the same time as he sucks me – You gasp my name with great dexterity – his other hand wraps around the back of my knee, that of the leg resting on his shoulder, and pulls, making me press even harder against him and making my hips move even faster against his face, my back arching so much that I start to think it's going to break.

- Legolas, I'm going to goz...

- I'm going to fuck you now – he removes my leg from his shoulder and stands up in fluid movements. I've just come, but I feel like I'm going to come again. He brings his face close to mine – but first, how about tasting yourself? – His fingers move up my abdomen, circling and squeezing my breasts on the way until they reach my neck and wrap around it. He tilts my head back in a movement that manages to be abrupt and delicate at the same time and squeezes my neck lightly. I moan with satisfaction, biting my lip. Then he kisses me.

- It looks like someone is eager to be fucked – he licks my neck from the base to the top – Do you want my cock, love? – he presses his hips harder against me and squeezes my thighs. I nod quickly, unable to speak – I want you to say it out loud

- I want to – I gasp

- What do you want?

- Your cock. I want your cock inside me. Now

- I'm here to serve you. So, if it's my cock you want, he's the one you'll get

I wrap one hand around his neck, pulling him even closer, and bite his lower lip. He interrupts the kiss only to lower his lips to the base of my neck, licking and nibbling.

- Delicious – he hooks a thumb into the side of my panties – You're wearing such a fragile little thing... we can't let it get in our way, can we? – slides the lace down my legs and drops it right there, leaving me completely exposed to him – Beautiful

- Take your clothes off, Legolas. Now – I emphasize – Now – my chest rises and falls in short breaths, completely out of breath

- As my lady wishes – he winks at me and moves away a few steps

He begins to slowly take off his tunic with na annoying little smile on his perfect face, knowing my impatience. He exposes his chest and discards the garment on the floor. His shoulders are broad like those of a strong archer, his abdomen straight and defined, every muscle sculpted to perfection. I analyze him hungrily, capturing every feature with voracious eyes. I follow the shape of his body and look down his narrow hips to the V at the bottom of his abdomen, that V that disappears inside his pants.

Legolas is so beautiful that he looks like a painting, he has the ethereal beauty that only something made by the hands of na artist can have. He's perfect. He looks like a Valar.

- See what it does to me? – he approaches me at a slow pace, looking at me languidly with his blue eyes framed by dark lashes. His eyelids are half closed, heavy, enveloped in clouds of pleasure as he looks at me.

I feel my mouth salivate at the sight, already imagining him buried deep inside me. A woman's vagina is already prepared to widen and give birth to a child, so I know it will widen to contain the full length of Legolas' cock. And it's going to be absolutely delicious to try.

I involuntarily hold one of my breasts in one hand and lower the other into the space between my legs. His gaze follows my fingers fixedly.

- Apparently we have a big problem to solve there, little prince – I toss my long black hair behind my shoulders as I glance under my eyelashes, spreading my legs in invitation – Let me solve it

His muscles ripple as he takes a deep breath, his pupils dilating to the point where they almost cover the blue of his eyes. He stops in front of me and releases his cock, resting his hands on either side of my hips. I start to imagine it now deep in my throat. I imagine myself licking the length of it and I can hear the sounds Legolas is going to make as I suck him. Will I be the one to make the prince lose his composure?

- Would I be able to get it all in my mouth without choking? – I ask, as he moves his mouth down to my stiff nipples, circling them with his tongue and then sucking.

- We'll see – he holds one nipple between his teeth while he squeezes the other breast. I arch my back, pressing my breasts even harder into him – I'm going to love seeing you red from the effort, choking on my cock as my cum drips down your lips – he bites the curve of one of my breasts – But instead of letting you suck me off, I should fuck your mouth

- I've been imagining this for a long, long time - he says, still on my lips - You've always driven me crazy, so much so that sometimes I can't even think when I'm next to you. I become a useless prince project, sighing over my best friend in the corridors of the palace - he spreads kisses all over my face - Then, when I go to sleep, thinking that your face will finally stop popping into my head and disorientating me, I dream of you. I dream that I'm kissing you, I dream that I'm hugging you, fucking you - he slides his nose down my cheek and to emphasize his point I feel, down there, his hand slide to my vagina, his finger snaking between the folds and caressing my clitoris - that I'm next to you reading a book or strolling through the garden, smiling at each other. And then I wake up, get up, go to find you and all these thoughts are still in my head. They never leave, because you consume me. You were there but I didn't have you. Now I do, and I'm not letting go

- How much... - I let out a moan as I felt his finger curve inside me like a hook - How long have you wanted me?

- How long do I want to fuck you against the wall so hard that the paintings fall off? How long do I want to get you on all fours and eat your ass? Tie your legs open and feast on sucking you? Swallow every drop of your cum, like I did just now? - he takes out his finger and directs his cock to my entrance, starting to slide up and down my pussy. Simply to tease me, because I'm already completely soaked and don't need any more lubrication. I moan in complete agony - or lay you down on my bed, snuggle into the pillows and make love slowly? Tuck myself between your legs, holding our bodies together? - he puts just the tip inside me and then pulls out, almost driving me crazy, and starts rubbing himself against me again.

- Legolas, please

- Please what? - he pushes my hair away from my eyes as he puts the tip of his cock in me only to pull it out again. I whimper, moving my hips in search of more contact, but he holds them steady to keep me still as he slowly tortures me - Say it, Evalin. Please what?

- Fuck me

- How do you want me to fuck you? - he asks softly in my ear and I feel his cock enter me a little more. I try to move my hips to make him go deeper, but he holds me firmly still with his hands

- You talk a lot of trash for an educated prince," I tease, but my voice is breathless. I squeeze his biceps. - Completely dirty, Your Highness.

- Since when am I your highness? - He holds my chin with his fingers

- Since you refused to... - he goes in a little further, making me shut up and throw my head back

- You seem to like my dirty mouth a lot, Doom - Legolas releases my hips and moves his hands to my ass - I'll ask you again. How do you want me to fuck you tonight?

- "Hard," I whimper again, digging my nails into the muscles of his shoulders

His hands roam my body, his mouth kisses me and his cock fills me. I'm completely at this elf's mercy. How many times have I dreamt of him fucking me like this?

He's the one who calls me doom, but I think the nickname has turned against me. I moan helplessly, knowing that he has become my Doom.

I lift my hips off the table to get even closer to his cock. He penetrates me to the base, his balls slapping against my ass, and comes again. He comes down hard again, causing objects to fall off the table due to the impact of his hips inside me. Even so, I can feel his muscles tense as I slide my hands down his back. He's holding back, afraid he'll go too hard, and he's already pretty hard, and end up hurting me unintentionally.

But I don't mind. I like the pain. I put my mouth close to his ear and whisper, my voice hoarse with pleasure:

- There's no need to hold back. I can take anything you want to offer me - I kiss the tip of his ear, making him grunt - Finish me, little prince. Fuck me so hard that I'll forget my own name

His response is another thrust of his hips, making me scream even louder. He thrusts into me to the base and stops moving, resting both hands on the side of my head. He gives me a quick kiss.

- What...

That was his last display of delicacy.

Then, with a sudden movement and still inside me, he spins me around so that I'm lying face down on the tabletop, my breasts pressed against the wood. One hand wraps around my hip, pulling my ass as tightly as possible against him and placing my feet on the floor, my thin heels clacking on the floor; my cheek is pressed to the tabletop, my mouth is open in surprise. With his hips pressed against my ass, his cock completely inside me, his hand wraps around my hair and pulls my head back. I gasp. He brings his mouth close to my ear, just as I did a moment ago, and declares:

- You're going to be even more beautiful with my cock dripping between your legs, my Sweet Doom

- Are you ready? - he practically growls in my ear

- Ready - I turn my face only to give him a challenging look over my shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. The challenge is lost as soon as he delivers the next deep thrust, my smile turning into a loud moan.

- Keep your legs wide open for me, love - he bends his body until his chest is pressed against my back, pressing me further into the table and keeping his cock firmly buried in me, then whispers close to my face, making a point of biting the sensitive tip of my ear - Is that what you need? - he pulls his chest away from my back and thrusts again, and again and again. My scalp burns from the grip of his fingers, my ass is red from the impact of his hips and I've never felt so much pleasure in my life.

I feel myself teetering on the edge of a precipice, my body combusting inside and out.

- Not yet. Don't come - he lifts me just a centimeter above the table, lets go of the hand that was holding my hair, making my head fall forward, and spreads his hand on my abdomen. He pulls me tightly to his abdomen and lifts us off the table.

Without removing himself from me, he leads me to the sofa and falls backwards onto it, surprising me and taking me with him so that I'm straddling his hips.

- Roll over - he orders

And I obey, of course. I rest both hands on his abdomen and start moving up and down the length of his cock, only stopping when I reach the base, with my ass touching his balls. Legolas moans and stares at the point where our bodies meet, watching glassily as I move up and down impaling myself on his cock. Then he stands up quickly, sitting down. I spread my legs wider so that my feet are behind him, one on either side of his hips, and I rest my hands behind myself. I start to roll over and he moves his hips with force, one arm outstretched to grab my neck.

It's rough. It's wild. It's delicious.

My pussy starts to contract around his cock and he speeds up his movements even more. I close my eyes at the intensity and hear the sound of our bodies colliding.

- Open your eyes, Doom. I want to watch you come," he orders. And again I obey. I look up at him with eyelids heavy with pleasure, moaning helplessly, and he digs his fingers into my skin and bends his pelvis upwards so hard that my body goes backwards. He holds me, pulls me back and bites my shoulder. I feel the orgasm building up in me, making me lose my temper even more.

- Legolas, I...

I come hard on his cock, almost violently, breathing heavily. The whole time he looks deep into my eyes, taking in every sound and expression I make. He moves a few more times, holds my waist and comes inside me straight away, letting out a delicious moan. The muscles in his arms are tense and his abdomen is tight, his face reflecting the pure pleasure he's feeling. The sensation is sublime.

- Holy shit, you're perfect - he throws himself back on the sofa and pulls me down on top of him

I know he's back when I feel a cloth being passed between my legs and I hear a beautiful elven melody.

- Go... - I take a deep breath - You're going to sing to me... after... - take another breath - fuck me super rough? - I smile, teasingly - and while you wipe your cum off my thighs?

- I will. I'm a polite prince - he winks at me, looking completely innocent and I snort

- Polite princes don't stick their dicks in their best friend or make her cum so hard

- Polite Ladys don't let themselves be sucked off by their best friend - he nudges my cheek - nor do they sit on his cock so eagerly

- Quite the opposite. It would be extremely rude if I didn't," I pout, and he laughs. And it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. I've heard it many times, but every time he laughs I stop and savor it.

Legolas laughs and bites my beak.

- Are you all right? - His voice is tinged with concern and his fingers caress a bruise on my thigh

- I've never been better," he smiles, "I like my little prince to be rough.

- How about calling me love?