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I went to bed quite early yesterday, it was a long day... and my newly married wife decided to spend her night with some of my maidens. They wanted to go up the hill in the north to watch the polar lights and the stars. I didn't even know my maidens do such things. It irks me when stuff happens in those Halls of mine I'm not informed about. Riva went with them the first time. I'm still so happy I found her. She is the best what happened to me since ages, maybe in my whole life. Still makes me feel a bit guilty to say so. But that beautiful, tiny, funny, annoying Lady fills my heart with joy every minute I'm with her. So I missed her much last night.
Couldn't fall asleep for very long because she wasn't in my arms. I thought about the last months, how it came for me to marry a half human/half-âdon't-even-say-that-wordâ. And that I'm related to Thorin now. Marrying his half-sister, which he had only recently found out about. Legolas is still laughing about me sometimes. It also irks me a bit.
The longer I laid in my bed alone the more I was annoyed about all and everything and foremost of her, because it was way past midnight and I was still awake and she was still not at home. âLadies Nightâ she said... picknick with some giggling and star-watching. I could not have gone with them, the maidens wouldn't feel comfortable to have the King around during their free evening, I guess. I want to go star-watching too again. With Riva alone. I must have fallen asleep then, this is the last thing I can remember.
In the middle of the night I woke up startled as something touched my leg. Turned out it was my beloved Lady who finally was back. I pretended to sleep but she crawled under the sheets from the foot end of the bed and kissed my foot and my calf. All the way up to my thighs. I barely suppressed a moaning while her sweet mouth and tongue kissed me tenderly. I murmured just something like âOh, back finally...â She didn't answer but pressing a soft kiss on the lower side of my stupid cock which âbetrayedâ me and happily greeted her. Wanted to make sure she knows, she was absent too long. That âthingâ ruined my plans to pretend I'm upset of her.
Wonder how she could sneak in and undress without I heard it. Felt she was naked already when she found her way moving up over my skin, fondling my chest, tickling the sides of my body a bit because she knows I'm sensitive there. Then she kissed and licked my neck. I was annoyed about myself because I had to whimper a bit, because it felt so good and I desired her so much.
She giggled and nibbled on my ear. âDid you miss me, Meleth?â
âYou are very late.â....
âShhhhh....â she whispered and kissed my eyes and my compressed mouth. Happened that it opened by itself to let her tongue in. As she sneaked across my body I touched her âaccidentallyâ a bit between her legs just to find out.... her wetness poured over my fingers and I urgently wanted to taste her suddenly.
I wanted to say something mean, but she told me to be quiet - in my own bedroom!! But I obeyed. Also didn't complain when she kissed my chest and raised to place herself on my hips. She sank down straight on that rock-hard âbetrayerâ. I could not pretend anymore I wasn't happy to see her. My body told her everything.
I gasped when I was fully in her. So did she. âI love youâ she said silently. And I said âGi melin.â
Then she started to ride me soft and in a very slow, almost painful pace. I wanted to hold still first, to let her do all the work. To make sure she recognizes she left me alone in my Halls way too long. But she was so very tender and when she ran my hair through her hands like if she held the reins of a horse I couldn't resist anymore. My cock burned of pleasure and I grabbed her hips and started to pound her from underneath. She moaned loud with a smile on her face. She looked at me with half closed eyes and in that moment I loved her so much that it almost scared the hell out of me. I can never loose her again, I thought. I am lost without her. She is my everything.
She increased her pace riding my hell hard aching and burning cock. Then she grabbed my hands and held them over my head. I surely could have break that grip easily but I didn't want to. I was hers as I always be.
âMake me cum...â I whispered. I knew those words will bring her over the edge and I wanted my own release also so much in that moment, I saw she's close already. Ladies first... With the scream of my name on her lips she came â long and hard. She gripped and clenched with her walls around my wet cock. And with that she made me cum too. She always grips me like a vise and I have feelings like never before.
I groaned loud when I came, I couldn't hold myself back anymore. Showing her my love for her. I squirted everything I had inside her and filled her with my seed. Then she palmed my cheeks and kissed me softly. âGood boy...â
Good boy!! If anybody knew that... But it won't happen.. it's our secret...
Somehow my limber wife managed to turn herself around without letting go of my cock and with a bit struggling we laid there spooning. Me still inside her. This way we fell asleep quite fast. I was so very satisfied and I think she was too.
I woke up when the first rays of sunlight fell in our chamber and tickled her cute nose. Somewhen in my sleep I must have slipped out of her but we were still snuggling together in the same position.
She opened her eyes sleepy... âGood morning, my King...â I pressed a kiss to her forehead. âGood morning, Riva. Don't ever let me alone so long...â
âIt had been just a few hours, my love...â she smirked and caressed my face.
âStill.. Too long for my taste.â
âAre you still angry?â she asked with a grin on her face and knew the answer already....
âI was... the longer I was awake, the more angry I got...â but I couldn't hide my grin. âBut it was gone with the first touch of your hand on my leg already.â I admitted it and tried to give my voice at least a bit of a grumpy undertone.
She smiled at me brighter than the sun. âI knew you'd like it. I acutally left the party earlier because I longed for you so much. The maidens were still there. But star-watching isn't the same without you. Next time you go with me - you, me, a blanket and a few pillows will do. But I don't know if we have much interest in the stars then anymore...â said it, kissed me again and we were ready to face the day. Always in the knowledge, the evenings and the nights are ours.
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You carefully run your fingers through his silky strands, trying not to pull too hard. He sits patiently, pretending to be indifferent. "If you make even one mistake," he says coldly, "Iâll make you practice on a peacock." But noticing your hesitation, he adds softly, "Youâre not doing⊠terribly." And no one will tell you that he sometimes combed his hair badly on purpose so that you combed his hair
Sometimes he lets you walk beside him in the forest.
You stroll side by side, and for a moment, you feel almost like an equal. But his gaze flickers to you when you pause by the stream to examine a flower. "Donât fall behind," he says, turning away, though his voice is gentler than usual. "I canât always wait for someone so⊠fragile." Oh, he sometimes imperceptibly adjusts to your step and tries to stroke your fingers to feel your skin on him.
Sometimes he lets you stay in the throne room when no one else is there.
You sit on the steps, reading a book, while he signs documents. Suddenly, he glances up at you. "Youâre too loud, even when silent," he says with a slight frown, then adds, "Stay. Itâs⊠tolerable." And no, he won't admit that he wants to sit you on his hips,And who said that he has such thoughts? What nonsense.
Sometimes he lets you give him something of your own.
You hand him a handmade wreath. He takes it, examining it closely, and a faint smile briefly touches his lips. "Itâs⊠rather simple," he remarks, but unexpectedly places it on his head. "Still, your efforts deserve acknowledgment. Next time, put in more work." And no, he won't keep this wreath in his closet on the top shelf with the others you gave him.
Sometimes he lets you fall asleep beside him.
You cautiously rest your head on his shoulder, and he exhales sharply but doesnât move away. "Youâre far too trusting," he mutters, looking away. "Only a fool would dare get this close to a king." But when you fall asleep, he whispers quietly, "As if I would ever let anyone harm you." And he won't tell you that it was he who carried you to his bed and stroked your head.
Seeking something precious for Thranduil, you're caught in a storm. When you don't return, he goes searching for you.
A/N: For @firelightinferno
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âThe first snows have arrived.â
âIt has come early.â
Thranduil inclines his head in acknowledgement. âIndeed.â
You stand beside Thranduil outside the main gates. Five guards stand nearby but there is no danger. A steady snowfall drifts down from the sky. The snowflakes are slightly gray in appearance, almost like ash on the wind. You frown down at a few of the flakes that land on your leather vambrace.
âYou look ready for your hunt,â observes Thranduil, gesturing toward your attire with the tip of his head.
âYes,â reply softly. âI plan on heading out for a bit.â
His eyebrows rise toward his hairline. âIn this weather?â
You glance up from the vambrace and meet his blue eyes. Thranduilâs gaze is startling and sharp. Piercing. Intense. It cuts right down to your heart. His gaze always holds you hostage, wrapping you up in his essence. Most might find Thranduil intimidating, but you know better.
âIs my king telling me I cannot?â Youâre teasing him, and Thranduil knows this. His smile is one of soft amusement.
âAs long as you return to me. You are free to do as you wish.â Even though Thranduilâs tone is gentle, you understand the deeper meaning.
Thranduil lost his wife many years ago. Other than his son, Legolas, you are his comfort. He wants you to be free, to enjoy the pleasures of life, but he also wants you to be safe, to return to him at the end of every leaving.
Thranduil glances over his shoulder. The guards on duty discreetly glance away, staring off into the distance as if theyâve suddenly found something of great interest. Thranduil leans in and shifts his body to block their view of you. He is close enough that it might appear that the two of you are kissing, but he does not meet your lips.
In the end, Thranduil is private about affection. He does not like to share your tender moments together in front of others.
âEnjoy your hunt. I eagerly await your return.â
You give him a half-hearted, sarcastic bow that immediately puts a wide smile on his face. Thranduil watches you until you disappear into the trees. Perhaps he lingers longer than that, wondering if you will turn around and come back to him.
It is true. You are on a hunt, but not for what he or anyone else is likely expecting.
Over a week ago, Thranduil went out in the woods with some of the guards on patrol. Itâs the first time heâs been out beyond the walls in some time. Many patrols that ventured into the northern regions reported back on a strangeness in the air, and the scent of evil. Thranduil decided to investigate.
While tracking, he lost something precious.
Around his neck on a chain, Thranduil kept a silver ring. Within the ring is a precious gem, a blue stone so pale it almost appears white like a burning star. The chain that held it snapped while he and the guards chased a group of spiders that had made their way south.
He remembered it snagging, and while he did not show any distress upon telling you of its disappearance, you also know how much that ring and jewel means to him. It was a gift from his wife when they were newly married. She had a matching one, but upon her death, Thranduil moved it from his finger to around his neck.
This huntâyour huntâis about that ring. You have a fairly good idea about where it might have fallen, and there is no reason for it to have moved since then. Few enter these woods unless they follow the road, and that is on rare occasions.
Tracking is your specialty, and your time is not limited due to the falling snow. But youâve tracked in worse weather. The snow is unfortunate, but you can still search as long as it remains at its current pace. The tree cover will keep much of the snow in the higher canopy. There will be time yet before the snow completely covers the ground and you lose the trail.
Heading north, you retrace the path the patrol took. Yes, a week has passed, and nature reclaims much, but not everything is hidden so quickly. There are small disturbances that indicate the path ahead.
As you begin to draw nearer to the area Thranduil mentioned, the snow starts to pick up. It becomes thicker, not staying above in the canopy but instead making its way to the ground. Itâs not ideal, but you can manage.
Thranduil mentioned two tree trunks growing together and then breaking apart. When you happen upon it, the snow comes down in thicker sheets. On the ground, itâs sticking. Collecting. Time is running out. Elves have good eyes, and you focus in on the ground, gnarled roots, and underbrush.
Near the base of the tangled tree, you notice a slight sparkle. Approaching it, you go down on one knee, brushing away some of the snow.
âFound you.â
The ring is there, resting in the roots. It appears undamaged, and that is a relief. Picking it up, you tuck it into an inside pocket, protecting it from the elements.
The snow crunches under your boots, and the wind howls. For the first time, you shiver. Cold is not and has never been an issue. Elves can withstand a great many things, including winter weather.
Frowning, you turn into the chilly wind. There is a disturbance. Something dark and foul. It sets the edges of your nerves tingling. A simmering suspicion bubbles up from somewhere within you, question whether this snow is natural or not.
Turning on your heel, you head back the way you came. But the snow is heavy, and your fresh tracks are starting to slip away, returning to the snow. As you walk, the snowfall becomes a storm. The wind whips up, swirling the snow around until you cannot see more than a few feet in front of your face.
Your instincts were right. This storm is not natural. It is too early for it, and storms like these are rare in the Woodland Realm.
The toe of your boot catches in a downed tree branch and you slam face first into the snow. Itâs freezing. Temperature isnât usually a deterrent for the elves, but this is beyond cold. Itâs as if youâve been swallowed whole by a massive glacier.
You walk and walk, and you have no idea if youâve gained any ground. There are no visible signs, and youâre not sure how far youâve gone, or if youâre simply walking in circles. The snow is deepening or perhaps youâre imagining it. Everything seems darker, like the world is closing in.
Youâre not dressed for this sort of weather.
And youâre tired. So tired. Your knees and thighs burn, and sitting down for some rest doesnât seem so bad. Itâs fine. You can take refugee within the deep roots of a tree. You can stay warm there until the snow dissipates. Then, you can return. Thranduil will understand.
As if opening for you, the roots of a nearby tree expand, showing safety from the storm. You slink into it, curling up into a ball.
You drift in the howling wind. There is a haze that sits on your eyelashes. Whether you dream or not is irrelevant. Numbness oozes into your limbs, and that only forces you to curl up tighter, wanting to pull away from the cold.
A hand touches the side of your head. It is warm. Gentle. The fingers slide up to brush your hair out of your face. You hear your name but it is a whisper. Distant. So far away it doesnât seem real.
There are arms around you. Lifting. Steady. And when you inhale, the scent is familiar. You know who it is instantly.
âThranduil,â you murmur, and the answer is a gentle squeeze of your hand.
âI found you, my star.â
There are only short moments of consciousness. There is snow. Cold. The antlers of an elk. The gates of home, and then warmth. So much warmth that the numbness begins to recede.
You are brought back to the living world near a roaring fire. Beneath you is a makeshift bed comprised of pillows and soft blankets. You shift, and feel bare skin against bare skin. Slowly, you push yourself to sitting.
Your leather gear is gone, replaced with a soft robe that traps in the heat.
âYouâre awake.â Thranduilâs voice is a gentle, comforting hug.
Turning toward his voice, you watch as he glides across the floor. Thranduil wears silver robes of starlight. In his hands in a small tray. On it is a steaming cup of tea and an assortment of food. Bending at the knees, Thranduil settles in beside you, placing the tray down on the blankets.
âYou came looking for me,â you say, and your voice nearly cracks with emotion.
âDid you think I would not?â he asks, arranging the food around on the tray.
You know, deep in your heart, that Thranduil would come, but you also believed in your abilities as a tracker. âWhen did you start to worry?â
Thranduil lifts the cup off the tray and presents it to you. âWhen the storm picked up. Something about it felt unnatural.â You take it, and bring the warm beverage to your lips. âI gathered some guards and we set out. It is good that we found you in time.â He pauses. âIâm not sure my heart could take any more loss.â
The heat of the tea spreads throughout your body, the chill slipping away quickly. âI do believe you are correct. That storm was not natural.â
Thranduil nods. âThere is a growing darkness to the north. The scouts on patrol have spoken of it often but have been unable to get close enough for more details.â
âPerhaps I strayed too close,â you murmur.
âPerhaps,â replies Thranduil, reaching out to take your hand. He lifts it, and brings it into his lap. Using both hands, he rotates your wrist until your palm faces the ceiling. Then, he guides your open palm to his lips, placing a soft kiss in the middle of it.
Instant warmth shoots out from that spot, running down your arm and piercing your heart like an arrow. Slowly, he curls your fingers in, creating a loose fist, and then brushes his lips against your knuckles before pulling away.
He does not release your hand. âI know why you left.â
âThranduilââ
âYou did not need to explain. I understand why.â Thranduil reaches out and cups your cheek, turning your face toward him. âI am thankful that you found it, but you are also precious to me, and losing you is a far greater loss.â
You turn into his touch. âThat ring is important to you.â
âMany things are important to me. But the ring is just that. A thing. You are breathing. You are here. I would like to keep it that way.â
Your eyes drift close and you revel in the warmth of his touch. âAre you mad?â
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WORKOUT â Lee Pace x female reader
Word count: 530 (oops again lol).
Genre: dark stuff, smut.
Warnings: dom!Lee Pace, p in v smut, blowjob, cum swallow, manhandling, use of word 'whore'.
âI love the way your body takes me,â Lee purred against your ear.
His thumb pressing between your lips as he rolled his hips lazily, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. You rolled your tongue, taking his finger on your mouth, sucking on it like it was his hard cock. You hummed as he split you open, pounding into you harder.
How did you end up here, with him between your legs and ripping your clothes off and fucking you in the gym? Well, you worked for some time together and the tension was inevitable. None of you said a word, besides occasional flirting and teasing, but not going further than words. But today, seeing him working out, sweaty, and building up muscles for his new role made you feel things you were not supposed to, since you were part of his publicist team. When you gave it a try, he sensed the lust on your eyes and excitement coming from you. Then a sloppy kiss happened, and now he had you pinned down against a yoga mat on the empty gym floor, half dressed, fucked out and moaning his name over and over.
âI've wanted to do this since forever,â he growled, pulling out his thumb from your mouth.
His big hand moved down, caressing the sweat coated skin on your neck. âYouâre so fucking perfect, made to fit me.â
His praise earned whimpers from your lips, your pussy clenching around his cock when his big hand wrapped around your neck, cutting some of your air perfectly to make you shiver. Lee grinned wickedly.
âYou like it rough?â he teased, giving you a couple of hard thrusts, reaching that sweet spot that made you see stars as your eyelids closed harshly.
You nodded as best as you could. The sensation down your belly became too much to handle, and you soon found yourself coating his cock with the juices of your release, as he moaned with that beautiful, deep voice of his, not stopping his hips at all. Fuck, just by this session he was getting addicted to your pussy. He was fucking close too, but he had another plans for you.
Lee suddenly pulled out once you came down from your high, forcing you on your knees with his incredibly strong body. Standing before you, he grabbed a fist of your hair, pulling you closer to his cock.
âBe a good girl and suck me off,â he ordered. He was extremely pleased when you took him in your mouth, humming and tasting his precum mingled with your own release like a starved whore having her last meal, until he released down your throat. He forced your head so you couldnât pull him out. âSwallow. All of it.â
And you did as told. When you swallowed completely, he backed up pulling out his softened shaft and locking eyes with your own. You opened your mouth sticking out your tongue. He grinned, satisfied with your work.
âI donât think we can remain professional any longer,â you said, catching your breath, and looking at him with innocent eyes.
He was glad about that though. His dirtiest dream was barely starting.
R-18+; Scent, Taste, Touch (Mirkwood Elves x Reader)
Summary - Three of the five senses with the Mirkwood elves.
Warnings - Smut, language, male genitalia, female genitalia, mention of bodily fluids, male masturbation, female masturbation, creampie, smelling intimates while masturbating, legolas whimpering, eating while masturbating, oral sex (reader receiving), semi-public oral sex, thinking of reader while masturbating, reader does not have any specified genitalia (I tried my best).
Pronouns & POV - None, third-person
Pairings - Legolas x Reader, Thranduil x Reader, Tauriel x Reader
Word Count - 1,900+
A/N - I am in the middle of writing a smut and needed a little break, so I thought I'd try my hand at something new. I also made my own gifs which are a little off, but I like them. Pure smut under the cut!
Scent. Things of the earth that brought comfort to the elven prince were far and few;Â it was farther and fewer when it came to instantaneous soothing. It neared the realms of impossibility to cease the never-ending chatter, the sleepless nights, and the constant sensation of fight or flight that roamed through his veins.
Yet, there was one thing that always eased him. The one thing that lulled him into a sense of security he hadn't felt for decades.Â
Your scent.
The moment he breathed in your scent, the perfect mixture of forest musk and spring waters, all chatter within his mind ceased. The lids of his piercing blue eyes would flutter shut, the weight of his toned figure easing into your gentle arms as he breathed you in.Â
His face buried in the crook of your neck as he inhaled the scent straight from the source, the soothing tightness of his strong arms holding you close to him as he kept breathing you in.Â
The exact position would keep you in place as his aching cock stretched you out. The halls filled with the squelching click of his manhood carving itself deep into your sensitive walls as he kept his face buried in your shoulder, the soft tickle of his breath upon your exposed skin sending shivers down your spine as you heard him inhale shakily.
"So good." The words would be breathless as if he was a sailor who had fallen overboard desperately attempting to gain air, yet all he wished to fill his lungs with was the scent of you.
He wouldn't raise his head from your shoulders; his grip upon you would tighten as he hid his face further into your flesh as a slew of soft whimpers vibrated against your skin. The weight of his body firmly pressed into you, deepening the heavenly stretch of your inner walls as the speed within his hips would quicken.
His thrusts deepened, ensuring each inch of his cock had its moment within your sensitive area as he moaned in your scent, breathing it all in as he painted your walls with his hot seed.
And when there are nights where you were unable to warm his bed. He would find your scent in other manners.
The sight, one of his face masked within the fabric of your intimate wear. His nose pressed deep into the fabrics, seeking the spot that contained the most amount of your sensitive aromas.
The faint squelching click of the elven prince toying with his throbbing cock was stifled by his shaky, deep inhales as he breathed in the scent that clung to the fabric upon his face.
"Fuck."Â The word was a muffled moan as his slender hand tightened around his cock, the weight of his head falling back, allowing the intimates to weigh upon his face, drowning his sensitive nose in the pure scent of you.Â
He'd continue to breathe in the tang of your scent, his motions growing sloppier and sloppier as he envisioned himself in that all too familiar position: deep inside you, holding you tight, breathing you in.
A slew of whimpers would fall from his lips, muffled by the fabric, as his aching cock would shoot rope after rope of white, hot seed. Trickling down his strong hand, dripping onto his wrist as he sat there:Â breathing in your scent.
ââââââ
- tauriel
Taste. The captain of Mirkwood's guards had a very refined pallet. There was little that truly satisfied her taste buds, as many of their foods she deemed as bland and the wines lackluster.
But, there was one thing she craved. One thing she yearned to taste over and over again.
You.
The moment your lips entwined with hers, allowing her to taste that divine sweet taste upon her own, quenched her cravings. The lids of her emerald eyes would flutter shut; the warmth of your soft lips melding into hers would ease all tension from her.
Her tongue would graze your bottom lip as the kiss deepened, seeking out more of your taste as her strong hands rested upon your shoulders. A content hum would vibrate into your mouth as your lips part, allowing her to indulge in her cravings.
Cravings that she held for more than your lips. The training grounds flooded with the harmony of your breathless moans; the sensation of your hands tugging at her hair filled her senses as she continued to pleasure your sensitive area.
A pleased hum would vibrate against your nether regions, sending a shiver down your spine as her tongue continued to navigate your sensitivity. The bitter tang of you filled her mouth, making her moan in pleasure against your flesh as she buried her face further into you.
A faint sting of her nails digging into the flesh of your hips would fill your senses, earning a faint hiss to fall from your soft lips as she continued to lap away at your sensitivity. The sound of her pleased hums growing as loud as your moans, the training grounds filled with the pleasure-filled melody as the elven guard indulged in her cravings.
Her tongue would move faster, lips pausing to suck against the sensitive flesh, causing a wave of pleasure to surge through your body. The knot within your stomach would snap, sending that familiar static of pleasure to rush within your veins.
A grin would spread upon her lips as your sweet nectar filled them, her tongue seeking out every last ounce of the heavenly liquid as she continued to lick and suck until there was none left for you to give.
And for nights without you, she would find other ways to fill her cravings.
There was a dish she claimed tasted like you, a dish she would spend hours perfecting to be to her taste. The sight of her, legs sprawled wide on the bed, a silver platter of food beside her, a hand between her thighs, and the other grabbing from the platter.
The halls would tingle with the soft harmony of a gentle squelch from betwixt her thighs, her slender fingers gliding in and out of her soaked core as she bit into the food. A moan would be muffled by the food within her mouth, chewing it as slowly as the slender fingers that pumped inside of her.
The gentle stretch of her fingers delving deep into her core was nothing compared to the heavenly stretch of your fingers, nor was the dish as divine as your taste, yet that did not detour the elven guard from getting her fill.
Her fingers would move faster, food falling upon her chest as her inner thighs would clench around her hand. The gasps of her pleasures momentarily stalled as she swallowed down the delectable dish, envisioning it was you upon her lips.
Her inner walls would flutter and spasm around her fingers, drenching her fingers and hand with her sweet nectar as she lay on the bed. Legs still spread wide, the platter beside her, and a yearning for your taste.
ââââââ
- thranduil
Touch. The elven king wasn't necessarily fond of familiar greetings. He didn't see the point in them: handshakes, headbutting, and worse of all, hugs. The elven king saw no purpose in such juvenile greetings.Â
In his mind, there was no purpose for his skin to touch another, for his warmth to mix with theirs. They were a waste of time, nothing more.
However, there was one whose touch was like a soothing balm to his aching heart. A touch that allowed his view of familiar greetings to crumble.
Your touch.
The moment he felt your soft hand within his, the soothing sensation of your fingers resting within the gaps of his fingers, the elven king would soften. The sharpness of his steel-blue eyes would ease as his gaze fell upon the sight of your palm pressed against his.
His thumb would glide upon the smooth skin of the back of your hand, tracing the path of your knuckle to the crook of your thumb. The weight of the day would ease away as he held your hand tightly, his free hand encasing the other side of yours as if it were the most precious gem within his collection.
A grasp all too familiar to you. One you would often feel upon your wrists as the king held you on to the smooth silks on his bed, his throbbing cock carving itself deep within your sensitive walls as the bed creaked with each sharp thrust his hips made.
His free hand would glide down upon your side, tracing the path to your upper thigh as he brought your hands to his lips, pressing his thin lips against the smooth flesh that separates your wrist and your thumb as he continues to drive his hips into yours.
He'd free one of your wrists, allowing it to fall onto the smoothness of the bed as he placed the one within his grasp up to his toned chest, allowing you to feel the contrast of smooth skin within the sea of scars his chest held from previous battles.
"Touch me." The words would be a breathless plea as if he was a poor sinner who had spent endless hours begging for forgiveness, yet all he was begging for was the warmth of your touch.
His eyes would loop back into his skull, the weight of his head falling backward as he'd feel your hand glide down from his chest towards his lower abdomen. You could feel the muscles of his abdomen tighten from your touch, how his hips would stall for a moment before driving into you even harder.
"More." He'd command, his hips bucking into yours relentlessly as he lost himself in the sea of your touch. You would be able to feel every inch of his cock twitching with pleasure whenever you'd move your hand; the smooth glide of your skin against his was utter perfection.
The twitching of his cock would come to a halt as he painted your inner walls white with his seed. The small circles you traced upon his lower abdomen would send him over the edge of pleasure. Sharp hisses of pleasure would escape his lips as you'd feel his body quivering beneath your touch, trembling just as a leaf would in the wind.
And for nights without your touch, he would improvise.
The sight of the elven king sat upon his bed, legs spread as his hand glid up and down his throbbing cock. The faint twinkle of the candlelight reflecting against the delicate bracelet upon his wrist caught within the corner of his eye, a bracelet which was an exact copy of the one he had given you.
The delicate metal charm upon it would often tap against his massive cock as he continued his stroking motions as a chill would roam down his spine as the lids of his steel-blue eyes would flutter close.
His lips parted, mouth falling open, allowing for each groan of pleasure to escape his lips with no resistance as the air filled with the squelch of his hand upon his cock, and the faint jingle of the bracelet bouncing upon his wrist.
His cock would glisten, covered in a cream specially crafted to keep your skin as soft and smooth as he enjoyed it. The whiteness of the cream mixed with the whiteness of his seed as his brows knitted together.
He would continue to revel in the sensations, envisioning your hands upon his cock, your touch, as the tightness within his abdomen would continue to strain until it finally snapped.
A hiss of pleasure would escape his lips, his head tilting backward as the heat of his seed drenched his hand, trickling down upon the bracelet. Envisioning it was yours instead.
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