The minutes were going by too slowly.
Just a little longer and then she could go back to her chambers.
She hated this.
It was so humiliating.
"Good girl." He groaned as she stroked his cock.
Raelee set her mouth in a straight line. It wasn't exactly the right type of praise she craved.
But it somehow still prompted an uneasy feeling in her stomach.
He was always good at that.
The king never failed to elicit a diametrically opposed sensation.
Flattered and demeaned at the same time.
At least she was allowed to take a break from using her mouth on him. The king gave her respite when he had noticed her struggling to accept his length for another round.
It was as generous as she could have hoped for.
He brought her head towards his shaft every once in a while, to give a tentative lick or kiss. But for the most part, he found it acceptable when she just stroked him.
She was lying between his legs as she worked his cock.
She was glad he wasn't ramming it into her.
It wasn't due to concern for her wellbeing, but simply due to the fact that he needed to read the captain's reports and other correspondence.
The king scoffed every now and then at whatever he was reading. Muttering 'greedy Lake People' as he tossed his last letter aside.
Raelee wanted to ask him questions. She had been so isolated lately from the goings on of the kingdom that she had even considered joining her mother's sewing circle.
She made it as far as the door one time.
But after just one overheard snippet of conversation, she hightailed it back to her rooms.
They were talking about the king from what she overheard and knew that she would not be able to hide her true feelings from the group if she was there too.
They would ask her if she knew any gossip.
She didn't want to lie more than she had to.
Her wrist was getting tired from moving up and down for so long.
Ready for it to be over, she began to fondle his sack the way he showed her the other day.
A deep inhale caught her attention.
His hand moved towards the base of her skull. His fingers threaded through her hair with a sharp pull.
She squeaked at the surprise, but increased her pace.
His grip tightened. He was about to come.
Raelee looked to meet his gaze.
"I want to come inside that smart mouth of yours." He grunted. The papers were shuffled aside to watch.
With a deep breath, her tongue darted out to taste the tip of him before she wrapped her lips around his member. She heard him hiss in pleasure as bobbed up and down his length. She kept using her hands.
"Yes! Good girl. Keep going!" He strained as she moved faster.
She whined when he lightly bucked against her mouth.
His grip tightened around her hair as he came with a shout.
His seed hit her tongue and with as much care as she could muster, she retreated and swallowed.
Just like he wanted her to.
He almost looked impressed with her as she sat up.
His eyes travelled down her body in appreciation.
The king hadn't fucked her yet. Just used her mouth.
He requested that she disrobed anyway.
Well, he commanded it.
She was still nervous around him, but she tried her best to hide it. It was just part of her job now, something to endure until he released her in the morning.
Raelee was getting better at hiding her true feelings.
He didn't seem affected by what she just did. He went right back to his letters.
The ever-present look of indifference etched onto his face.
"Was that okay?"
He gave a small snort at her comment.
"It was serviceable. You are getting better in that area."
She knew he was trying to be cruel, but another part of her was proud of the fact that she was improving.
What was wrong with her?
Raelee tried to maintain a blank expression. She didn't want to show pride or contempt in front of the king.
"We shall have to practice more often to develop your skills. I demand perfection."
With an internal huff, she turned her back to him and prepared to dress. It was way past their normal hours. She should have been in her uncomfortable, stiff chair waiting for Galion by now.
She yelped as he pulled her back.
"I am not done with you yet."
"I'm sorry, my king." She gritted out.
"You cannot escape your duties. Not until I release you." His lips trailed over her neck.
A shiver went down her spine at the touch.
It had been some time since he elicited such a reaction from her.
"Of course." She relaxed next to him. There was no use in arguing.
"Good."
He kept her next to him.
Raelee pulled the sheets up over their hips, hoping to have a small amount of modesty.
He made no comment on her actions, just continued to read through his correspondence.
Raelee knew it was wrong, but she allowed her eyes to wander over the letters.
There were a couple of seals that she didn't recognise. A few words jumped out at her.
Feasts.
Patrol rotations.
Promotions pending.
Fish quotas.
And a lot about wine.
His arm settled around her waist, bringing her closer.
It felt nice.
She closed her eyes to relax.
She rested her cheek on his shoulder with a sigh.
He stilled.
She was worried he would scorn her for her impunity, but he simply went back to his letters.
Raelee nuzzled into the crook, just content to be close to him without having him reprimand or demand something from her.
One of her arms slithered around his stomach.
With a sigh she began tracing nonsensical designs on his abdomen.
His muscles contracted under her touch.
She was worried that he would bat her hand away for annoying his work.
But he didn't. He allowed her explorations.
She wanted the closeness. Wanted them to go back to the way they were before.
His hand moved up to her breast.
Cupping the mound and his thumb brushed lightly over her nipple.
She allowed a small exhale to escape her lips.
She arched her chest out slightly to encourage the king.
He acquiesced by pinching the bud and twisting it in response to her groans.
Oh yes. Please. Keep going.
His eyes roved over the letter in his free hand.
"You certainly are a nosy little thing." He admonished.
"My king?" She frowned.
"Reading my letters when you should have more important matters on your mind." His thumb brushed gently back and forth.
"Who is writing to you?" She tested the waters.
He sighed and brought her closer. She continued to trace circles on his stomach.
"Many people." He was being vague on purpose.
"I always thought you had a clerk to deal with your correspondents."
"I do." He continued to scan the letter.
"Why read them yourself when you can delegate such tasks to an aide?"
"You will find that as King it is my obligation to ensure that all the right functions are in place while I am away for the trip to Erebor."
"So even when you're away, you like to have everything running smoothly."
"Of course."
"And who will look after the-"
"Those who are able to say yes without hesitation or complaint." He finally looked at her. She tried to read his eyes, but they were their usual cold grey pools.
She went to speak again when he pulled her head from his shoulder.
"That will do." He tossed the last letter to the side and pushed her down on the bed.
He continued to torture her nipple and she almost cried out when he began pinching the other one.
She gripped his arms as her chest arched.
"Such a greedy elf." He admonished with a smirk.
"Yes, my king." She didn't know what he was saying. Just tried to focus on the pleasure.
Saying yes without hesitation or complaint.
He hummed at her.
Raelee closed her eyes as his lips closed around her taut nipple.
She quivered as he sucked.
Her eyes closed in bliss.
Raelee had missed this.
His teeth lightly bit into the bud.
"Are you tired?" He teased and swapped to the other one.
"No, I'm ready for you."
And she was. She was so wet.
"Do you want my cock inside you?" He asked and pulled back to look down at her.
"Um… yes?" Her brows furrowed.
"And why is that?"
He raised a brow.
She knew she had dug herself into a hole. He was trying to humiliate her.
She wanted to push him back and storm out. Why did he have to do this? Why couldn't he just get on with it?
He was waiting for her to answer.
"I-I like it when you're i-inside me." She answered.
"You like it?" He seemed surprised.
She nodded in confusion. She wasn't lying, but she was trying to give him answers he would like too.
His eyes roamed over her.
"Make no mistake, I enjoy being inside you. But know this. One of the spectacular perks of being the king, is that if I ever want to put my cock inside you, or anyone for that matter, all I have to do is crook my finger."
Her mouth gapped open at his words.
"But luckily for you, I am not anxious to search for another. Especially when I have such a willing Elleth before me."
She took a deep breath as he narrowed his gaze at her.
"You are willing, are you not?"
She swallowed in trepidation.
"Yes, my king."
His predatory smile sent a shiver down her spine.
"Spread your legs." He commanded, staring down at her.
Raelee took a deep breath.
She brought her knees up and then settled them on either side of him.
Her chest heaved in anticipation.
He growled lightly as he looked down at her.
"Such a pretty pussy." He ran his fingers over her.
She felt herself clench at that word. It was so… juvenile.
He fisted his cock and ran it up and down her slit.
"Someone is very wet."
She reclined back with a whine.
He chuckled at her.
"Greedy little thing." Leaning over her and continuing his torture. "So eager for her king."
He inched the head inside her. She groaned and spread her legs wider to encourage him forward.
"That's it. Good girl." He slowly plunged to the hilt.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he thrusted deeply.
Raelee arched her chest, bringing them closer.
He almost exited her with every thrust.
She yelped in pleasure when he hit the special spot deep inside.
He grunted against her hair and pulled one of her legs over his shoulder.
The change in angle was amazing.
She couldn't help but moan aloud.
Raelee in the bliss of the moment tried to pull him closer. Maybe she could sneak in a quick kiss.
He must have sensed her movements.
He leant back and moved the other leg over his shoulder.
She was dismayed when he rebuked her efforts.
He sped up his thrusts.
Her backside was practically floating off the bed as he hammered into her.
He stared down at her with a feral snarl.
She wanted to come. She threw her hands back and fisted the material beside her head.
His eyes darkened in arousal.
Maybe she could ask him.
"Keep going! Please make me come!" She whispered.
He stopped.
Raelee grumbled in despair. He was still twitching inside her.
She opened her eyes and saw a look of pure annoyance on his face. She knew that look. She was more concerned about escaping his rath than climaxing.
"I'm sorry." She attempted to clench around him. To make him forget. "I'll be quiet."
He gritted his teeth.
But, thankfully, he began again.
She tried to close her eyes and become lost in his movement.
Trying to blank out what she did.
Her hips met his with each movement.
His thrusts became shallower. He was getting close.
All of a sudden, he pulled out.
Before she could register what was happening, he furiously stroked himself and with a grunt, ejaculated all over her chest.
Raelee didn't know how to respond. This was the first time he had done something like that.
He settled on his ankles as he caught his breath.
She looked down at her chest and saw his spent seed had hit her breasts and just above her navel.
She wanted to recoil in disgust.
He chuckled at her appearance.
"Forgive me. I just could not help myself."
She didn't respond, just tried to catch her breath and not burst into tears of humiliation.
"It is very difficult to get any self-respecting Elleth to agree to that."
But… she didn't agree.
His eyes dared her to complain. To throw something at him.
She could feel the rage building up inside.
Raelee's eyes darted to his half-empty cup of wine.
The temptation was there.
But her sense of self-preservation was stronger than her broken pride.
Four moons and then she would never see him again.
She flinched when he came closer.
He proceeded to scoop up some of his seed.
"Open wide." He grinned maliciously.
With a apprehensive swallow, she opened her mouth.
He tutted before his hand travelled down her torso to reach her centre.
She gasped as his fingers pushed deep inside her.
He chuckled at her reaction.
"Greedy. Little. Pussy." He thrusted his fingers in and out. "Wouldn't want it to feel left out."
He removed his fingers with a smirk.
"You are slowly earning your keep." His eyes glinted as he took in her prone form.
He stood from the bed and wrapped a robe around his body.
He drained the cup of wine with a gulp.
All the while, she laid still. Completely mortified.
Her eyes blinking in shock.
"You should clean up. We made quite the mess." He threw a towel beside her.
She was glad for it. The act had disgusted her and not to mention how violated she felt with his actions afterwards.
The way his fingers-
No. Just don't think about it.
Raelee repeated that mantra over and over.
She sat up and wiped the mess away.
She tried not to wince when he stood in front of her.
She tried to avoid his eyes, but a hand on her chin left her with no choice but to meet his gaze.
"If and when you find pleasure, it will be a privilege, and not a prerequisite of your…position. I will allow you off on this occasion. I am sure my skills are hard to find fault with."
Her mouth was set in a hard line. He was showing her his nasty side.
The arrogant, malevolent king she remembered all too well.
"I will take my leave, my king." She threw the towel in his washing basket.
"Put these in the outgoing tray on your way out." He handed her some sealed letters and turned to head into his bathroom.
Raelee stood and dressed as quickly as she could. She wanted to be gone before he came back.
The sealed letters landed with a soft thud.
She paid them no mind.
Wishing she could give the king the same curtesy.
xxx
It was the night before the trip, and she was having dinner with her parents in their quarters.
Before she sat down, she knew she was in some sort of trouble.
"What's this I hear about a trip to the Dwarf kingdom?" Her mother's tone conveyed her displeasure.
"It's just a political trip, mother. Nothing too dangerous."
At least not for the others. They didn't have to contend with the king's mood swings and carnal nature.
"Raelee, we do not want you travelling to Erebor!" Her mother said sternly as she set out the dinner.
"The king has commanded it. I cannot refuse." She didn't want to think about the consequences.
The brief she received from Tauriel stated that the king and select council members were to journey to Erebor to partake in a feast with the dwarf kingdom's royal family.
They were only going to be gone for four days.
The king made it clear that he didn't want to be away for longer than necessary.
The only reason she was being brought too was to warm up his bed at night.
She shivered at the thought.
"As much as I hate to disagree with you, my love, our daughter is right. She cannot refuse the king's commands, Aelene." Her mother would not be placated by her father that easily.
"The dwarves are dirty, boorish and completely uncivilised. Our daughter should not have to be exposed to their culture." Her nose scrunched up.
"I will not disagree with that. I too, find them savage." He contemplated quietly.
Thankfully, her father was not one of the selected members to join the king.
While on the outside, he acted relieved that he didn't have to go, she was certain that being left behind had irked him a great deal.
She knew why he wasn't invited.
The king was cruel, but he was not stupid. Her father would keep a close eye on her while they were away. The king wouldn't be able to take her away without rousing his curiosity.
"I still am not happy. Is there anyone else that can go?"
"They are only bringing myself and three other guards."
"And why was Daron not selected?" Her mother asked.
Raelee scrunched her hair in frustration.
"I don't know. Tauriel was in charge of the list, and she put forward Calel, Fandriel and Orion. I only found out the other day."
Why was she being interrogated at her childhood home? It's not like she arranged the visit.
But how did her mother know anything about the trip.
"How did you even hear about-" Her question was interrupted by her father abruptly standing from his chair.
"Did you just say that oaf Orion is going?" With a quick nod, Raelee watched his face turn red. "That will not do! He is a disgrace to the guards. He will not represent the king as one should. The dwarves do not need an excuse to think we don't send our best warriors." Her father's face had the same look as when Daron brought her to the king's council chambers looking like a drowned rat.
Raelee hated that look.
"The king will regret it if that oaf is part of the company." He began to don his cloak. "I will go change the attendants list and shall appoint Daron to accompany the king instead. I should have been given the list from the start." He grumbled.
Before she could protest, her father had made his way out of his chambers.
Raelee just sat there, willing her body to follow him.
But she couldn't stand up.
She could feel herself hyperventilate at the thought of Daron joining the company.
Her father saw no problem inserting himself into this mess. The list was normally his duty.
He could override Tauriel's authority with a simple signature.
It was the day before the trip. She wasn't sure if this was enough time to prepare Daron.
She had seen Daron sparingly due to her exhaustion. In the few occasions they met he was attentive and quite concerned of her wellbeing. He even left an herbal tea mixture in her room with a short note hoping she would feel better.
It was very sweet of him.
She may not want to marry him, but she was worried for Daron to join the company.
The king would make his dislike of the situation apparent and would subsequently take out his anger on her body.
"Are you alright, dear?" Her mother's voice broke her out of her dark musings.
"Yes, I just hope that I packed enough arrows." She lied.
"I'm sure you will be fine." She smiled at her and began to eat her food.
"It seems unusual for the king to request for Galion to stay behind?" Her mother made the statement sound like a question.
"Is it?" She knew Galion wasn't going. And not that Galion was disappointed either, being alone with the king's wine stores was going to make him very happy.
It was an open secret that he loved to pinch some of the king's wine.
She almost laughed aloud at the thought.
"The ladies of the court often speak of you, Raelee." Her mother spoke while pouring herself more wine.
She froze. That was never a good sign.
The ladies were only known for one thing.
Gossip.
"What are they saying?"
"Nothing to be concerned about. Just that you and Daron will make a fine match." She tried not to grimace at her mother's fawning. "It's good that you will get to spend some time together on this trip, if your father does indeed change the list."
"Indeed." Raelee took a hearty sip of wine.
"The ladies also believe that the king seems very taken with you."
He does? Raelee tried not to let her confusion show.
"I rarely see him as the night attendant." Her post was only a sham. What have they noticed?
"Most found it intriguing that you were offered the post in the first place. Lauryn and Adrien were discussing the king's decision to hire you, and the other ladies and I joined in." Raelee took another drink. She didn't want to hear this. "We all agreed this wasn't a conventional career choice." He mother began to chuckle. "Lauryn wondered if you had begged the king for the job. I had to remind her that it is not wise to openly question the king's actions. Nor suggest that he succumbs to begging Elleths." Yes, the king would be most displeased with that line of conversation.
Raelee was a little miffed that her mother hadn't thought to defend her daughter. The idea of her begging the king for anything was mortifying.
If anything, her mother had defended the king's dignity instead of Raelee's.
"I still can't believe it sometimes."
"He must have seen something to offer you this post. I am sure of it."
Yes, he saw a pathetic elf in a trapped betrothal. Someone that would do anything to escape.
It was not until they were halfway through their food that her father returned with the 'good' news.
"I have good news." Raelee winced at his jovial tone. "It is decided, Daron will join the escort. And now I will have someone there that can keep an eye on you." He sounded thrilled, but was unaware of her inner turmoil.
"I had hoped to remove you from the list." She gripped her fork in silent resentment. She hated the fact he tried to use his stance to dictate her career. "But it seems the king made a personal note that you were contracted to go under the terms of your new post."
Of course he did.
Raelee sighed and resumed eating her salad.