She turned down the walkway that led to his chambers. Raelee scanned the darkened corridor as best she could, suspicious that the king might be hosting another gathering.
When she was certain that there was nothing amiss, she made her way to the door. She didn't bother knocking this time. It was ten minutes past their agreed time.
She noticed the bedchamber door opened slightly. She made her way inside. Sitting on the lone armchair was where she found him.
He was sat in front of the roaring fire. It was the only light source in the room. He was completely focused on the flickering of the flames.
Raelee just stood there, somewhat relieved that he hadn't immediately mounted her. She had no doubt the reprieve would be short-lived. He was shifting in his seat as she approached.
"There is a cushion on the bench, bring it here." He directed, still not looking at her.
She looked off to the centre of the room and saw what he was talking about.
Her soft footsteps padded along the polished floors. She picked it up and walked back to the seated king.
She held it out to him, not knowing what else he wanted her to do.
He smirked but took it from her.
"You are late."
"I'm sorry, my king. I was… apprehensive after what happened yesterday." She fiddled with a loose thread on her uniform.
"Do not concern yourself with such worries. It is only you and I tonight."
She nodded and continued to wait for whatever he had planned for her tonight. He turned over the pillow in his hands and let his eyes trail up and down her figure. She took a deep breath to calm herself.
Her hands began to shake as the nerves crept in.
"If you keep pulling that thread, you will ruin your uniform." She stopped fiddling with it when she realised that he was probably right.
"Sorry." She hated that she was still so skittish around him.
"There is no need, but it is probably best that you take it off. Just in case." At her confused stare he gave her an annoyed look.
"Remove your clothes."
This was the first time he bid her to undress before him. All other times before, he disrobed her, or she was already naked and waiting. She wouldn't say she preferred the king stripping her, but it was a whole other calibre to take off her clothes for his amusement. He hasn't even moved a muscle since she came in except to take the pillow from her. She still wasn't sure why he wanted it.
"Yes, my king." She bent down to unlace her boots and when she was finished she toed them off and kicked them to the side.
"Look at me." He commanded.
She complied and met his intense gaze.
What would he do next she thought? She dressed and undressed herself every day, why was this so difficult?
She held his gaze as her hands undid the belt at her waist. She looked around in uncertainty; she didn't know where to put her items.
"Just drop it." He spoke.
"Sorry." She did as he bid and moved to her leggings. She unlaced them and slid them down her legs. Her hair fell over her shoulders as she bent forward. When she stepped out of them, he reclined further back in his chair.
The warmth of the fire caressed the back of her legs.
She took a deep breath before she lifted her uniform. She was left in her slip. She slipped the straps from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He licked his lips as she stood naked in front of him.
He didn't say anything, just let his gaze roam her naked figure. Her hands clasped together to stop him from seeing them shaking.
She almost jumped when he leant forward with the pillow.
Still holding her gaze, he dropped the pillow to the floor.
Xxx
He managed to hold back his amusement at her bewildered stare.
"Kneel." He looked down pointedly at the pillow.
She clumsily knelt on the pillow and sat against her ankles. He watched as she fiddled with her hands. It still irritated him that she was so uneasy around him. That was why he bade her to undress. He needed her to become more relaxed in their encounters.
He regarded her for a few moments as she tried to get comfortable on the pillow, resting his elbow on the arm of the chair, his lips touching the back of his fingers.
She was not unlike any other maiden, she was thin but held shapely curves, her hair was brown but golden from the light of the fire.
While he had bedded other Elleths that lived up to true divine beauty, his little runaway made up for it in absolute fascination. Her green eyes were more expressive than a thousand words on a page.
Not to mention that she felt heavenly when he was inside her.
He could mould her into the perfect bed-mate.
She was becoming agitated with his silence.
"My king?"
He quickly adjusted himself within his trousers. He'd become hard the moment she walked in and the sight of her naked form kneeling before him was almost enough to undo his customarily tightly held control. He doubted he would last much longer. Best get started.
"Have you ever heard of the term fellatio?" He watched her eyes go wide and her face blush. Good, she had heard of it. That saved him time. He would have enjoyed explaining the act, but it would have taken too long.
"Have you ever performed it?" He watched her chest heave with a deep breath.
She shook her head.
He slowly smiled. "That changes tonight." He let his fingers trace her cheek. She licked her pouty lips. He almost groaned at the sight.
"Nervous?" He asked when her breathing increased.
"I-it's not something that sounds…pleasant." She winced when he lifted her chin up.
"For you or me?"
"I've heard that ellons…greatly enjoy it."
"We do indeed."
She swallowed as he released her chin but froze when he leant forward and took her hands and placed them between his spread legs.
He didn't say anything, he waited for her to take over the task.
Her eyes shifted to his for a split second before they darted away.
Her fingers, slightly shaking, reached for the ties of his leggings. Once she loosened them, she seemed to be at a loss.
Xxx
Fuck. What did she do now? She knew what he wanted her to do.
When her marriage was announced, it seemed as if every married Elleth wanted to give her some words of wisdom and the great aspects of married life.
My husband and I enjoy long walks through the halls.
We enjoy an evening in the tavern when he returns home from patrol.
He made a wonderful dinner for our anniversary.
And then there were the… seedier aspects of married life.
We often make love in the kitchen. It's only when he's hungry for something that's not on the plate.
He spent so long between my thighs last night that I had to tear his face away in fear I may explode.
He loves me, but he loves my tongue on him most.
She could do this. It sounded simple when the others spoke but now faced with the act itself, she was shaking like a leaf. She could see the anticipation in his gaze. She wondered if he was breathing as hard as she was.
She hesitated after she undid the laces. Not because she was about to refuse but because of sheer inexperience. Did he expect her to simply pull it out?
She heard him chuckle.
"Just pull me out." Raelee unintentionally set her lips into a thin line as she slid her hand inside his leggings and touched his member. It was hard. He let out a sigh when her hand grasped him, and it made her blush.
She took a deep breath and slowly pulled him out. She stared at his member. She knew he was big, but seeing it up close was a whole other experience.
Raelee was snapped out of her musings when his hand weaved into her hair, gently guiding her forward. She swallowed in trepidation.
She could do this. She could do this.
She hoped anyway.
Xxx
Thranduil hissed when he felt her lips touch him. He had restrained his movements, not wanting to guide her directly. He wanted to see what she did on her own.
She began by lightly kissing the underside of his length. Her pouty lips delicately planted kisses. He held onto the chair arm but kept the other locked in her hair, not pushing, but making sure she didn't retreat.
Her touches were teasing in their inexperience, not that she was purposefully torturing him. He was going to come from this alone.
"Use your tongue."
She paused before licking her lips and tentatively gliding her tongue along his length. He gave her a look that told her not to stop.
She continued, the hand in her hair tilted her face slightly so he could see her eyes. She held his gaze as she continued to lick his cock.
"Just like that." He groaned. She seemed to be spurred on by his praise. She sped up her movements, she was attempting to please him. He was surprised by how adept she was to his needs. She squeaked when he bucked up in her face.
He chuckled at her reaction.
"You are doing well. Take me in your lovely mouth now." She looked up at him as she did it. Good, she was learning. She slowly lowered her head, and he fought the need to buck up when her lips wrapped around his girth.
"Good girl." He groaned when he felt the back of her throat as she attempted to take as much of his cock as she could. He was right, he wasn't going to last long.
She bobbed on his length as he gently guided her head. He grunted as he watched his cock disappear inside her mouth. She gagged slightly a couple of times, but she would get used to it. They would be doing this again.
Every time her eyes closed, he tightened his grip in her hair. He liked to see her eyes. Remind her who she is sucking.
Just a couple more minutes and he'd come. The closer he got, the more his hips bucked.
"I want to come in your mouth." His voice came out raspier than expected. His voice was altered by his impending release and the green-eyed beauty sucking him. "You will swallow. Is that understood?"
She gave an almost imperceptible nod though her eyes became wide with foreboding. She closed her eyes, but he didn't care. He felt his climax on the horizon.
He came with a grunt and fisted his hand in her hair. He was breathing heavily when he looked down at her. Her face was red, and her eyes watered slightly. He released her hair and almost immediately she fell back in a fit of coughs and gasps. He smirked as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
"That was not so bad." He sighed.
The incensed look she gave him caused him to chuckle.
"You wound me." He feigned hurt.
"You're too big." She grumbled.
"Thank you." He smirked at her incensed glare.
"That wasn't a compliment."
"Was it not?" He chuckled.
She gave him an exasperated look but didn't say anything else. She stood. She was probably tired of kneeling.
"Come here." He tucked himself away in his trousers before he dragged her into his lap. She squeaked in surprise when he sat her across his thighs. She shifted, trying to get comfortable. He groaned when her backside rubbed against his crotch.
He tucked her head under his chin, when she finally stopped.
She sighed, relaxing against his chest. Her legs were thrown over the arm of the chair. He stroked his hand along the smooth skin of her thighs. He felt her soft breaths caress his neck.
He looked down at her and saw her eyes closed. She looked so peaceful now, in total opposite to the tense elf from a few moments ago.
She was an enigma to him. She was so determined to escape her life that she gave up her virtue and her integrity to him, the king. While he was glad of their bargain, he felt unease at how pleased he felt when she looked at him.
A thousand eyes had met his in the course of his long life, but he was not sure when he had ever seen a pair that lovely.
"My king?" Her quiet voice broke his musings. She looked up at him. With those eyes.
"Yes?"
"I-I'm sorry for behaving disrespectful earlier. I should have just done as you asked and not grumbled." She fumbled with her hair. She did that when she was anxious.
He smiled at her.
"Do not worry. You did wonderfully."
"Don't lie to me." She hid her face in his neck.
"Never, my dear." She looked up with a raised eyebrow. "If you are looking for feedback, I'm afraid I have no complaints."
"Truly?" She still didn't believe him.
"Perhaps next time I shall take notes." He joked.
"Next time?" Her eyes went wide.
"Practice makes perfect." He smirked at her shocked face. "Soon, but not tonight." His hand that was resting on her leg pressed in between her thighs.
He kept their eyes locked as he pushed her legs apart. Her chest began to heave when her centre was exposed. His other arm wrapped around her back to recline her on his lap.
He beamed when he felt her wet slit.
"You are so wet." He felt gratified that her orally stimulating him made her wet.
She moaned when he pushed a lone finger inside her.
"Your cunt is aching for me." He grunted as he began to pump in response to her.
"M-my what?" She looked confused at his words.
"Your cunt." He added another finger, increasing his speed. His thumb began to circle her clit as her breathing grew rapid.
"Oh." She spoke quietly. He felt her tighten on his digits. She was going to come.
He stopped before she could. She grumbled as he removed his fingers. Her eyes were transfixed as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked off her juices.
"Delicious." He spoke while she was transfixed by his actions.
Xxx
He stood with her still in his arms. She squealed as he carried her to the bed. She landed ungracefully as he dropped her but quickly righted herself when he divested himself of his clothes.
Once he was naked, he crawled over her form, spreading her legs with his thighs.
She was about to come when he fingered her…cunt. It almost made up for what she had to go through earlier. Her jaw was still aching after taking him in her mouth.
It was difficult to get past the idea of him finishing in her mouth. It wasn't as bad as she imagined. He tasted salty and bitter, but she got through it.
It gave her mixed feelings when he praised her. She liked to hear that she was appreciated but for something like this… she wasn't sure how to feel.
His lips colliding with hers stopped her inner conflict. Their teeth clanged as they fought for dominance. Her hands gripped his shoulders to keep him close. She liked kissing him. His lips were heavenly.
"Wrap your legs around me." He grunted as he lined up with her entrance.
She did as he asked.
As long as he held up his end of their bargain, she would do whatever he asked.
Xxx
The next day, Raelee awoke exhausted and aching. Her body, while getting used to the King's attention, was very tender every morning she woke up.
She fell asleep as soon as she returned to her quarters.
It was amazing how different it felt to not wake up next to her temperamental king and his seemingly unending stamina. She shivered when she thought of him and what he could do to her.
He wasn't gentle, not like she would imagine a lover should be.
But he wasn't her lover.
She needed to keep reminding herself of this fact.
He was her means of escape and she was a willing body and won't demand to be made queen.
She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be married to him. He was rude, arrogant, and completely narcissistic. But he was a king after all.
Perhaps Legolas would be different when he took over the throne.
She liked Legolas. He wasn't like his father at all. He had led many of their missions out into the Greenwood forest and joined them for food and drinks on occasion.
But they did look alike. Same hair and eyes.
Such enchanting eyes.
She shook herself out of her musings.
He was her escape. Nothing more.
Xxx
Daron was prompt when he arrived at her room.
The light brown locks matched her own and his hair was plaited in the same style.
They were both in their uniform in order to gain access to the King's guard's tavern.
It was where most guards went to drink and eat.
Daron and Raelee had been there on many occasions during their training and after many Greenwood patrols.
It was where they would finally discuss their wedding.
He ordered them wine and a selection of cheese and fruits.
They sat in silence as they sipped their drinks and nibbled at the food.
Why wasn't he talking? It was Daron that asked her to dinner after all. If he didn't speak than neither would she.
She looked all around her. All the other guards, drinking, eating and laughing while she was there chewing the inside of her cheek.
"How are you feeling?" He asked finally.
"I'm fine." She answered quickly.
"You look tired."
"I am, the council and the King had a late party the other night, it went on until it was almost dawn. I could have slept while they were eating and drinking."
"How drunk were they?" He sat forward.
"Let's just say that I never want to see my father go home with Galion again."
He laughed hard at that. He was usually so stuffy and proper. It was odd to see him like this.
"That is a sight I would love to see." She laughed at that.
"Trust me, it is not."
"Then maybe we shouldn't have too much wine at our wedding."
She stopped laughing. Now they were finally talking about their wedding.
"That sounds sensible." She only agreed because she knew it would never happen. Make it seem like they were on the same page for now.
"And I was thinking we could visit Rivendell for our honeymoon?"
"That sounds wonderful."
"I imagine it might do us both some good to get away from The Greenwood."
"Will the king allow such a thing?"
"I'm sure we can figure that out. As much as I love the Greenwood, I feel that it would benefit us greatly to be away from your father and the king."
"You don't like my father, do you?" Raelee knew that her father often berated Daron, increasingly since he announced their engagement.
"I like him well enough. He's allowing me to marry you."
She wished that she had more to drink. Sweet statements like that had no place in her mind right now.
"That's very diplomatic of you." She said carefully.
"I'm very thankful he saw me as an acceptable suitor."
"He has good taste." She didn't know why she said that. It seemed fair that she gives him a compliment in return.
"I know we are here to discuss our wedding, but I can hardly think with all the noise." He was right, the music and laughter were growing louder by the hour.
"I suppose we could go somewhere quieter."
"I have somewhere in mind." He grabbed her hand and pulled her through the throng of drunk elves.
He brought her down into the recesses of the King's halls. She knew where he was taking her, and she felt her heart race.
"Are you sure that this is the best place for peace and quiet?"
"You saw the tavern was flooded with the king's guard. There will be no one here." He opened the doors to the bathhouse.
She loved coming to the baths after duty. But only by herself or with the other elleths though.
When they entered the separate changing areas, she debated whether to go completely nude.
There was no question that Daron would be. It never bothered her when she visited the baths with other female guards. She made sure to decline all invitations with her male colleagues. She just wasn't that confident to be around naked men.
Well, I suppose that wasn't true anymore. The king has seen her naked every day since their bargain began.
With that thought in mind she shrugged off her clothes and walked out to the baths. She was sick of being a coward.
Steam was rising from the pools. The internal heating system that ran underneath the bathhouse kept the water at a comfortable temperature.
She set her towel on a bench and waded into the water. She was enjoying the warmth when she heard Daron make his way from the male quarters.
She only glanced but noticed he was naked too. His tall lean body made his way into the pools and swam over to her.
"I thought you would have worn your slip." He said as he floated around her.
"There's a lot you don't know about me."
"I know that this is the first time you have been to the baths with a man."
"Lucky you."
"Lucky me." He smiled at her. A genuine smile that threw her. He was extremely handsome and tall as all elvish men were. His hair glided along the surface as hers did.
The baths were lit by oil lamps and moonlight that filtered in through the ceiling. To anyone else this would have been romantic. She supposed it was.
Far more romantic than anything she has ever experienced.
They swam together like frolicking nymphs. Playfully splashing and laughing whenever they hit one another. Wedding planning seemingly forgotten.
They lost track of time.
She yelped when he grasped her by the waist and pulled her into his arms.
She laughed when he spun her around in the water.
"Put me down." She laughed.
"Come now, you must have more fight in you."
"I'm not accustomed to fighting naked."
"That's a shame." He laughed when she light-heartedly elbowed him in the ribs. "Would have made our sparring sessions more interesting." She laughed as she remembered their days training to be part of the King's Guards.
"You are too bold."
"There is a lot that you don't know about me." He turned her to look at him. She was still pressed up against him. She gasped as her chest pressed up against his.
"I would have thought this would be awkward, us being naked in a pool." He looked down between them.
"You will be my husband." She was hardly going to tell him where her newfound courage came from.
"So, we will make this a regular excursion?" He smirked at her.
"If the pools are unoccupied." She answered tactfully.
"That doesn't stop the others." He pointed out. It wasn't exactly a secret that couples came down to the baths and didn't always care if they weren't alone.
"I prefer intimacy to be a private affair."
"I do too." She found herself hoisted up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips. He moaned at her actions.
He moved in to kiss her and she found herself leaning into his embrace.
The kiss was delicate, soft and exactly what their first kiss should be like.
Her hands found themselves tangled in his hair and his were holding her up by her thighs.
The kiss grew more intense and demanding. Why did she never see him like this? All she ever thought of him was as the suitable fiancé that her father chose. He was such a good kisser. And his body was not at all like she imagined. He felt strong and muscular.
She didn't get a good look at him naked. But then again, she didn't want to look.
They broke away to catch their breath, their foreheads pressed against one another.
"You are so beautiful, Raelee."
"Daron, I-"
"So, this is where you are hiding." A voice called from behind her.
Daron's face went pale.
She knew who it was. She cringed at his timing.
"My king." Daron was still holding her up. If not for him she would have submerged herself from the King's eyes.
"I had hoped you were taking your new role seriously, Raelee. I find myself disappointed in you."
"I said I would be late tonight, my king. I apologise." She called out.
"Are you aware that it is almost dawn?"
Both Daron and she looked up and realised that the moon was gone, and dawn was approaching. It was probably two hours away.
"I apologise, I lost track of time." She spoke while keeping her back to the king. She was sure that she was violating a dozen royal protocols by not facing him.
"I was not aware that Raelee was needed back so soon, I apologise too, my king."
Her face was still buried in his neck from embarrassment.
"Well, if you are quite finished, I will be taking Raelee. It seems that I need to remind her of her obligations to her king."
"O-of course, my king. Just allow us to dress and-" Daron stammered.
"It is not wise to keep a king waiting, Raelee will come now." He stormed out of the room.
She steeled herself and disentangled from her around his hips.
"I had a lovely time, Daron." She kissed his cheek and finally turned to leave the pools.
She swam to the edge of the pool and quickly grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself and ran to get her clothes. She was obviously taking too long for the short-tempered king.
"Raelee!" He called out.
He was intent on humiliating her.
She quickly threw on her uniform and ran out to meet the king but made sure to give Daron an apologetic look before she left.
Daron, however, gave her an intense stare that she couldn't read.
She quickly ran around to the corner and followed the king's marching figure.
"Was that really necessary?" She ground out.
"Now is not the time for this." He said quietly.
"Why didn't you just let me-" He cut her off before she could finish.
"We will discuss this in private. Keep your voice down." He pulled her down the halls and into his rooms.
Immediately she shrugged out of his hold and marched straight into his bedchamber, leaving the king to close the door.
He found her pacing in front of his bed. She looked furious.
"How dare you humiliate me like that!" She shouted when his door was closed.
"Have care how you speak-"
"You do not get to play that card tonight, my king." Her anger shocked him. "You saw us, saw that we were unclothed, and you still saw fit to undermine and embarrass me in front of the pair of you. Why would you do that to me?" Her voice was furious, but her eyes shined with tears.
"You said that you were going for dinner." As if that explained anything.
"We went for dinner and then to the pools to get away from everyone else."
"And you just ended up having sex?"
"We were not having sex!"
"I've told you not to lie to me!"
"I am not lying! He was holding me, close yes, but just holding me."
"You kissed him."
"I am supposed to marry him."
"So that makes it acceptable?"
"How does it not?"
"You told me that you do not love him."
"We kiss and you don't love me." She shouted.
Xxx
No, he did not. But why did he feel such intense anger running through his veins? When he saw he in his arms, naked and seemingly enjoying herself, he lost it and interrupted their tryst to stop them going any further.
When he found himself waiting past their agreed hour, he was beside himself in anger.
It was far below his station to go in search of his night guard, but he wanted to keep this arrangement going as long as possible. That meant searching for her himself.
It took little to no effort to find his bed mate.
The echoing laughter and splashing coming from the baths was unusual at this time of the night. It was both a relief and a disappointment to see Raelee in Daron's arms.
"No, I do not."
"I don't love you either." She said flatly. "Not that it matters." She stripped of her clothes and climbed into his bed naked. "If you want to fuck me, let me know now because I am very tired."
The king gave no response other than to remove his garments with no care to where they landed.
His fists clenched in anger.
Once he was naked, he climbed on top of her.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked instead.
"I-I don't mind." She balked, not knowing how to answer.
"Are you sure? You have the same look in your eye as you did the other night." She felt her breath quicken as he began to grind into her. "Did you want to be caught with Daron?"
"No!" She recoiled.
"You and Daron were in a public place; anyone could have seen you. It just happened to be me."
"Am I supposed to be grateful?"
"You are lucky, that is what you are." He pushed inside her.
She moaned as he began to thrust. Her legs wrapped around his bucking hips, out of habit, even if she wanted him as far away as possible.
"Lucky is not the word I would use." She ground out. He grabbed one of her legs and raised it to his shoulder.
She cried out at the new angle. He was so deep inside of her.
"Most Elleths would call you lucky to have attention of the king."
"Most of those Elleths want to be your queen, not your whore!" She cried out.
He stopped at that word.
"Is that how you see yourself?" His intense gaze made her shrink against the pillows.
"That's how you see me. How could I be anything else?" She asked quietly.
His face grew hard, and his even breaths didn't mask his fury.
"Good. I am glad we agree." He began thrusting again, this time he was rough. The hand on her thigh was gripping it firmly, like he was trying to crush her leg.
She felt the familiar building up of her orgasm but before she could climax, he came inside her.
He pulled out almost immediately. She let out a squeak in response.
She hadn't finished.
She didn't know what to think. He made sure that she came during their previous nights.
He turned his back to her and from what she could tell he was asleep.
She laid there for another hour before she got out of the bed, dressed and left without giving the confusing king a parting glance.
What she didn't realise was that the king saw her leave.
And he was furious.