It had been over a week since their return to the Greenwood.
Her father and mother never broached the topic of her 'excursion to Dale'. Perhaps Daron and the others had kept her secret.
Or maybe the king ordered them to keep silent. That was the most likely theory.
Raelee continued to visit the king at night. His appetite for her never seemed to waver.
There was occasionally some tension between them, but things were going well. The bargain was truly back on course.
Tonight, however, they will be meeting later than usual.
There was a feast on that evening to celebrate the retirement of captain Brien.
Raelee was allowed to attend in formal attire as she wasn't on duty until a later hour.
She was dressed in a red, silk gown that hugged her curves and accentuated her height and figure.
It was something she spotted in the seamstresses and just couldn't resist.
Her eyes occasionally strayed to the king. Looking as regal and gorgeous as always.
And she wasn't the only one that appreciated his beauty.
Some of the ladies of the court trailed after him.
She felt a twinge of jealousy as one lady took the opportunity to reveal a little too much leg as she sat next to him.
But the king simply kissed her hand and left the table.
The king wandered around the room, chatting inanely with his subjects and council members.
"Raelee, you look beautiful. Such a lovely dress." Her mother praised as she passed by with her father.
"It's a little…revealing." Her father looked as if he had smelt something rotten.
While Raelee had to admit that the neckline was far more daring than she was comfortable, it made her feel empowered. No longer invisible to those around her.
"Nonsense, Bragi. She looks like a woman."
"Hmm… where is Daron?"
"He is manning the gates tonight." Raelee explained.
Thankfully. She didn't want to see him tonight. Ever since his declaration of love, he'd been waiting for her to say it back. She's been avoiding him like her life depended on it.
"Such a shame he won't get to see you in that dress. Enjoy tonight sweetheart. Stay away from the wine."
She tried not to react to her mother's quip. If anything, now she actually wanted to drink.
She made her way over to the finger food table. It was off to the side and there were only a few samples left.
Raelee felt a presence behind her.
"You look stunning." The voice whispered. "If we were alone, I would rip the fabric off that sinful body of yours."
Raelee gasped quietly at his words. She turned to see the king pouring himself another glass. He wasn't looking at her, but his mouth held a small smirk.
To anyone else, it would appear as if they weren't speaking. Simply facing the wall.
"It is no wonder that your father is having to constantly reprimand your colleagues for their wandering eyes."
Her brows furrowed.
She turned and sure enough, Orion's eyes were trailing down her frame just as her father blocked his path and began to chastise him.
She almost snorted at his red face.
"We may have to depart the festivity early so I can see if your dress looks better on my floor." She gasped as his hand grazed her rear as he walked by.
He gave her an imperceptible pat.
"Until later." She could hear the smirk in his voice.
She felt her chest heave in fear. She looked around and fortunately, no one was paying attention to what just happened.
The king went back to Brien, engaging in another polite chat.
Raelee felt herself growing aroused at his actions. She squeezed her legs together to relieve the tension.
She needed to leave before anyone noticed. She was probably due to begin her 'shift' anyway.
She headed back to her chambers and put on her uniform.
She didn't know why, but along with her daggers, she brought along her gown.
Raelee knew she was early when she knocked tentatively on his bedchamber door. When she heard no response, she walked inside.
She seemed to be alone as she took in the king's room. Or Thranduil's room she should say.
The fire was burning in the hearth. The light flickered in the room.
It was nice and romantic.
If only she wasn't in her uniform.
But maybe she didn't have to be.
She looked in her satchel and removed the dress.
Maybe it would be a nice surprise for the king.
Thranduil.
She needed to keep reminding herself of that.
She moved into the bathroom to change and fix her hair. Taking out the plaits and leaving it loose.
The fabric was slightly wrinkled, but it wouldn't bother Thranduil. He would have her out of it soon enough.
She decided to sit on the bed and wait. Thranduil would most definitely be late tonight.
He had to give another toast in memory of Brien's service and present him with a parting gift.
Raelee laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, replaying every single exchange they've had in this bed. The good and the bad.
The good outweighed the bad in her mind.
Where was that sinful king?
Raelee found herself growing aroused thinking of Thranduil's hands on her, his lips on her neck.
Almost subconsciously, she started moving her hands over her body, over the smooth silk. She could feel every contour because she didn't put back on her-
"I never said you could begin without me." Thranduil called out playfully.
Raelee gasped and sat up. She hadn't even heard him return.
He closed the door as she stood up from the bed.
Thranduil approached her. He gave her a slow once-over. "What a lovely surprise. And such a lovely gown."
"Thank you. It's far more daring than I would normally wear, but I figured, why not show it off."
"It certainly shows you off very nicely." His eyes trailed over her figure.
His hands settled on her waist, travelling over her back and towards her bum. Giving her a proper firm squeeze.
She playfully swatted his chest, remembering his actions earlier.
"That was daring earlier. Someone could have seen us."
"I could not resist it." He gave her another smack.
"How did you make your excuses?"
"I am the king." He answered with an air of arrogance.
She scoffed at him.
Thranduil took two fingers and placed them under her chin, gently lifting up her gaze. His grey eyes staring intently into her green ones.
Their lips met in a gentle kiss. She traced her tongue along the seam of his lips.
He smiled, breaking the kiss.
"As much as I adore your dress, and as lovely as you are in it, I am going to have to insist that you remove it this instant." His thumb brushed over her bottom lip.
Raelee took a deep breath, suddenly flushing.
He moved back, waiting.
Without another word, and strangely confident, Raelee also took a step back.
She reached behind her and unlaced the fabric holding the dress closed and eased it off one shoulder, and then the other. Clutching it to her chest, every movement drawn out purposefully.
She met his eyes and let the dress fall. Revealing her bare form.
He had his fingers resting on his lips and a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"You little minx."
"I'd thought you'd like it."
"I do indeed." He slowly walked towards her. "So well-prepared. I almost feel inadequate in comparison." His hands grazed her waist. Sending shivered up her spine.
"You? Inadequate?" She laughed.
"You were a vision tonight. Every man was in awe of you and your beauty."
She blushed and looked away.
"You truly don't understand how captivating you looked. I cannot have been the only elf that fantasised about what you hid under that dress." He moved around her until he stood at her back. "It was all I could do to stop myself from dragging you to some remote alcove and fucking you until you screamed my name." She bit her lip at the thought. "And then we would return to the party, and I would be dripping out of your pussy for the rest of the night." He trailed his lips over her neck as she felt her knees buckle.
Raelee bit her lip as she pressed her knees together.
Thranduil moved away from her so that he was standing in front of her again. He looked down at her stiff nipples, his gaze decidedly wicked. "Well, that certainly has got you excited. We shall simply have to file that idea away for another time."
Raelee found that she had moved back towards the bed and gripped the sheets in her fists.
"Get on the bed properly." He whispered.
Raelee took a deep breath and slid backwards, reclining on her elbows. Thranduil stood by the end, staring down at her.
"You started something before I walked in and so rudely interrupted." His expectant gaze compelled her to nod. "Touch yourself." He implored.
Raelee looked up at him, once again uncertain of what to do. Doing it alone, in a bed in the dwarf kingdom was one thing, doing it here, with him wearing what can only be described as a lascivious smirk was no less than daunting.
"Just close your eyes and do what feels good." He spoke quietly, his eyes drifting over her bare skin.
Raelee closed her eyes and relaxed back once again. Thranduil was still there but he wasn't interfering.
Her hands moved over the swell of her breasts. Her tight nipples were begging for attention. She brushed them with her fingers gently, before pinching them lightly.
A familiar trail of pleasure shot down through her body. Her legs clenched together.
This differed from when she touched herself alone. The excitement was magnified by having his presence in the room. Knowing he was watching her every move. Performing such an incredibly private act heightened her arousal in a way she couldn't have imagined.
She twisted her nipples and her breath caught in her throat.
Thranduil groaned at the sight.
Her confidence growing, Raelee moved a hand slowly down her stomach and settled on top of her clit. It pulsed under her touch, and she moved further down to where her opening waited, responsive and wet.
Raelee pressed her legs together.
She could hear clothes shuffling as she continued her torture. She didn't open her eyes until he got on the bed.
"Let me see." He sounded annoyed.
Raelee opened her eyes and smiled at him. It was time to have some fun.
"You want to see?" Thranduil was sitting there naked, watching her pleasure herself. Raelee looked down at his cock, excited to see that he was already hard. "Well, one part of you does." She laughed at his narrowed eyes.
"I do not care for insolence." He was growing impatient.
"Good things come to those who ask nicely." She quipped.
"Spread your legs, or you will end up over my knee." He threatened playfully.
That made her breath stall.
That sounded so…naughty.
"As the king commands."
Raelee shuffled back so she was reclined against his pillows, he stayed where he was and watched with rapt attention as she unhurriedly spread her legs apart, so he was framed in the V her thighs made.
She took her other hand from her breast and trailed it down to join the other.
"Good girl." He growled.
Raelee, bolstered by his praise, inserted one finger and pushed it in and out with a moan.
She was gratified to see Thranduil swallow, his eyes fixed on her movements.
He began to move forward. But she quickly pressed her foot against his shoulder to halt him.
"You said you wanted me to touch myself." She said between breaths as she slowly pumped her finger in and out.
Thranduil gave her a dark look. "You know perfectly well that you want me just as much as I want you."
"You sound a little frustrated. You see, it's not fun when one person experiences all the pleasure." She bit back a laugh at his stunned face. Good, he needed a little hint of what she went through.
"Getting your own back, I see." He chuckled. She was glad he could see the irony.
"You see, one of the spectacular perks of being me, is that if I want your cock inside me, all I have to do is crook my finger." She proceeded to add another to the mix, pushing them to the hilt.
"You little minx." He attempted to brush off her foot but found himself shoved backwards and sprawled on his back.
It took her a moment to realise that she pushed him back. A little harder than she expected.
But she was too lost in the pleasure to care.
She sat up when his hands gripped her ankles in threat.
She held her breath in fear. But that was quickly replaced by desire when he gave her an impressed look.
Raelee's smile widened. "I'll bet you would just love to know how wet I am." She teased him. "I mean, it's one thing to see me enjoying myself, it's entirely another to feel how much I'm enjoying myself." She sped up her movements.
His grip on her ankles increased a fraction.
"I'm almost ready for you to be inside me, but this feels too good." She slowed down slightly and arched her back.
"Do you want to touch me?" She asked innocently.
"You seem to be managing perfectly well on your own. You may not need me at all." He smirked.
"You're more than welcome to re-join the festivities if I'm boring you." She felt emboldened, but knew full well that he would likely get back at her someday. Or perhaps tonight. "But if you want to stay…" She bit her lip at him.
"I cannot imagine any entertainment at the festivities compares remotely to the sight before me." He smiled.
Raelee inched her legs closer as he shuffled up to her side. One of her hands moved back up to her breasts while the other concentrated on her clit.
Thranduil slid his hand slowly up the inside of her thigh, and stopped just shy of her sex. He caressed the soft skin, almost tickling her.
"What would you like me to do?" He whispered in her ear.
"You know what I like." Raelee said timidly.
"I know exactly what you like, but I want to hear you say the words." His fingers traced teasing circles on her trembling thigh.
Raelee swallowed. It wasn't as if the king didn't know exactly what to do, but he wanted to torture her and watch her squirm. Possibly even beg him to enact the pleasure she craved. Somehow, it heightened her arousal.
She looked deep into his eyes and leant forward so that her lips only just brushed his. "I want you to put your long fingers inside me."
He smirked at her, brushing her lips as she just did.
"And where exactly would you like them?"
She almost laughed at his false confusion.
Raelee took a deep breath.
"My…" She couldn't say it.
"Come on, you know the word." He encouraged.
"My… pussy." She whispered shyly.
He growled at her words.
He slowly inched a finger inside her. She gasped.
"Right here?"
"Yes." She breathed.
Raelee continued to circle her clit in response to his actions. He tapped against something inside that made her almost arch off the bed.
She gasped and felt the pressure building.
"What else would you like?"
"I want you to make me come."
"Don't forget your manners, Raelee." He admonished and added a second finger.
"Please make me come…Thranduil."
Thranduil raised an eyebrow. He looked both pleased and hesitant.
Before she could overthink, he sat up for better leverage and moved his fingers, thrusting them in and out of her easily.
Raelee's breathing sped up. He really did have amazing hands.
She could feel the pleasure building to a head and hoped that this time, she would come. She felt like she might explode if she didn't.
He pushed her fingers aside and took over pleasuring her clit.
She cried out.
"Oh, please let me come." She groaned against the sheets.
"Say my name as you finish." He commanded.
"Thran-duil!" She screamed, every muscle in her body lit up. The orgasm ripped through her. Raelee arched her back, as wave after wave of ecstasy bled through her body.
"Good girl." He gently thrusted as she came down.
When her climax finally subsided, she fell back against the pillows, breathing hard, still feeling the residual aftermath of her orgasm.
"Did you enjoy that?" He smirked down at her, she wanted to reprimand him for his shit-eating grin, but couldn't move even if she wanted to.
"You are very good with your hands."
He chuckled at her.
"I know."
She grumbled at his arrogance.
"Why did I say that? Your ego does not need to be stroked."
"Indeed, but another part of me does." His eyes flickered down to his cock.
She laughed at his wordplay.
Thranduil's arm weaved under her back to lie her on her side while he laid on his back. He gently took one of her hands and guided it to his stiff cock.
Their hands were slippery from her release and Thranduil guided her movement.
Raelee let him move her hand up and down, and now it was his breathing that picked up.
After a minute, Thranduil took his hand away. Raelee didn't stop. She kept her grip firm and moved at a steady pace.
He had his eyes closed, his ribs expanding and contracting with each breath.
His hand travelled up to her loose hair and crashed her lips against his. Their tongues fought for dominance.
She bit his lip, overwhelmed by her desire for him.
She was so distracted by the kiss that, every once in a while, Thranduil had to remind to keep stroking him.
The third time he reminded her, she pulled away with a huff.
He chuckled at her sulkiness.
"Do you want me to use my mouth?" She asked.
Thranduil kissed a line down her neck.
"I would like that very much."
Raelee moved down and between his legs. Thranduil moved her hair out of the way, creating a pseudo ponytail.
"So I can see." He propped himself on his elbows.
She placed light kisses along his shaft, purposefully teasing him. When his grip tightened on her hair, she knew that was his way of hinting for her to stop the foreplay.
Keeping her eyes on his, she lowered her mouth onto his cock. Thranduil immediately gasped. She moved up and down, slowly. She didn't want to rush this.
This was the first time she ever wanted to do this.
She closed her eyes, focusing on what she was doing. Up and down. Again and again.
"Good girl."
The next time she went up, she swirled her tongue around his head before moving back down, she repeated this a few more times and was delighted to hear his breathing become more strained.
"Remember your hands." He grunted.
Raelee ran them slowly up his length, stroking firmly. She opened her eyes to see the king's unguarded lust expressed. She was glad that her actions were chipping away at his tightly reigned-in control. It was an intoxicating feeling.
And she wanted him.
As if reading her mind, Thranduil pulled up her head. "Come here." He brought her close.
She smiled and eased her knees either side of him.
His hands settled on her hips. Not the harsh grip she had been used to, but something more… tender.
Raelee was surprised to find his gaze trusting and tentative, as if he wanted her to trust him.
Thranduil reached down and closed her hand over his cock, before resting it against her centre.
"I think you know where this goes." He teased.
He smirked at her gaped look.
Before, a sentence like that would have only caused her to bristle in shock. But now, for some reason, she only felt desire in response to his inappropriate teasing.
She bit her lip and eased slowly down onto him.
She exhaled as he filled her. Their hips met as he was completely sheathed within her.
Raelee let out a shaky breath as he rocked her back and forth. She held onto his shoulders. Goosebumps dotted his arms, evidence that he was as eager as she was.
She met his dark gaze and began to move up and down. He helped her with his hands migrating to her rear. He gave it a squeeze occasionally, indicating his enjoyment.
She felt the tightening begin.
She increased her pace, up and down, each movement increasing that same pressure between her legs.
She ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, captivated by his strong body moving in tandem with her.
Breathing more swiftly now, Raelee pumped her hips against him, plunging his cock even deeper. She ground her clit against him.
"Oh yes, right there." She moaned.
She felt the knot coiling inside, about to spring free.
He bent down to kiss her lips as she clenched around him. Screaming her release through pained breaths.
A thin layer of sweat had built up on her body and she found that she was out of breath from the exhausting experience.
She opened her eyes as he broke their kiss. He was simply smiling at her.
"Did you…" She looked down at their joined bodies.
"I am not finished with you yet." He rolled them over, so she was on her back. He was still sheathed inside her.
She moaned as he began to thrust in and out of her.
She brought her hips up to meet his.
One hand moved to her breast and began pinching her tight nipple. She cried out as he sped up.
She knew that she was going to come again.
But she wasn't sure if she could handle it. It was too much.
When his fingers began to circle her clit, she bucked against him.
"Please…" She groaned as he increased the pressure. "I can't… again."
"Just give me one more." He implored.
She pulsed around him as she felt the build of a third orgasm on the horizon.
Raelee breathed in and out, groaning shamelessly as Thranduil drove his cock into her.
He sped up as his ministration as she began to dig her nails into his shoulders. The third climax hit, and she almost blacked out in pleasure.
Thranduil came with a strained grunt.
Spent, Thranduil leaned over her. A lazy smile graced his face.
She leant up to kiss him as he pulled with a groan. He rolled over and pulled her close. Keeping their lips attached.
He pulled back with a final peck and flopped back with a content sigh.
Her head laid on his chest. Raising up and down with each breath.
"Did you enjoy that?"
"Certain parts were adequate." She smiled at him.
He chuckled down at her, swatting her bum.
She leant up to see that ever-teasing smirk on his face.
"Should I make you come again?" His fingers began to reach between her legs.
"Please no, I don't think I have it in me." She tried to get away, but he pulled her back down with a laugh, so they were almost fighting on the bed.
"I'll gladly put it back in you."
"You may be a beacon of male virility, but not even you can be hard again." She giggled.
"I am for you."
She groaned as he kissed her again.
But before he could try and wrangle another climax out of her, she pushed him back and scrambled off the bed.
He was quickly at her heels as she darted to the bathroom.
"What is in there that can possibly compare to what I can give you in the bed?"
"I'm far too dirty to sleep in your bed." She made her way to his pools.
"I like you dirty. And who said anything about sleeping?"
"Well, I'm going to get clean." She waded into the water with a shiver. It was cold. She proceeded to begin washing away the sweat from their activities. "And after I'm dried, I promise a certain part of me will still be wet."
He growled at her teasing tone and proceeded to join her in the water.
She giggled as he pressed her against the edge.
He was right though, they didn't sleep that night.