A King's Obsession

Title: A King’s Obsession 2/? Celeborn’s decent…

Rating: NC-17

Author: Isadora

Warnings: This chapter is very dark, explicit sex!!!

Summary: The King makes Abigail a bargain, which should she refuse, could put Haldir in danger. I leave the threat the King makes open to interpretation to the reader…

Notes: This chapter is dark and rather sad. I’ve been into writing angst lately and I must say, my heart broke for Abigail in this one. I promise to quit with the angst and start writing some happy, light, romantic tales!! Bear with me on this one!
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Chapter 2

is cis crying softly, my sweet little dove. I have no comfort to give. It breaks my heart to see her so, but there is no help for it! She is driving me mad! I think of nothing but her sweet face. How it torments me through my days and nights. I must have her! I must tame this insatiable appetite. Oh, how I crave her.

A choice I have given her. She is so horrified by my words that she cannot speak. She hurls herself at my feet, begging for mercy. She has never known another elf, she tells me! She cannot betray him! She loves him! Her cries nearly soften my reserve, but I stand firm. If she does not allow me this night, she will never be rid of me!

Sweet Abigail, you do not betray his love. I am giving you no choice! You must comply or else you will never see your lover again! I gather her against my chest. She pushes futily against me. Abigail, my innocent little dove, it is because of your love for him that you do this! You do not dishonor him!

I know this is a wretched thing to do to my sweet Abigail, but I cannot stop! She sets my soul a blaze! I must claim her! I shall possess her completely. Tonight she is mine and nothing can stop me!

I begin to pull her toward the garden she so tenderly sows. Her sobbing is so heavy now; her small shoulders can no longer bear her up. I lift her gently into my arms, carrying her delicate, trembling body into the night.

I stand her on her feet gently. She turns away from me, unable to hold my gaze. Her body shudders. Her heart is breaking. It grieves me to pain my little precious so, but there is nothing that can be done. This must be or else I will never be able to leave her in peace. How long I have watched her. How long I have waited for her. Can you understand, my dearest youngling, how it has pained me so to be so near to you and yet never be able to take you into my arms?
I ignore her soft cries, laying my cloak onto the soft earth. My body tingles with anticipation. Soon I will know what it is like to have her soft body trapped beneath mine. The pleasure will be mine alone. I accept this and this is how it must be.

I call her name softly. I tell her it is time. She turns to regard me and I hold out my hand to her, beckoning her to come to me. She narrows her eyes. She will go to the Queen she threatens! She will tell her of my treachery. I laugh heartily as she tries to stomp past me. I reach out and snatch her back against me, squeezing her small bones painfully. Her eyes are wide with fear now as she stares at me.

Once again, I must be wicked to her. Do you think the Queen would believe the words of a simple handmaiden over her King? She would put you out of service Abigail! She would dismiss you as if you were nothing bit a harlot! And then what would you do? Both par parents have crossed over and your brave Captain shall never step his foot into my city again. Who would take care of you then? Of course, my Queen would never do such to her, but the child is so distraught, it is easy to make her believe it.

Her horrified expression nearly undoes me. How could I be so cruel to her? How could I be so deceitful to one so naïve and innocent? I cannot stop! It has already begun! My loins throb for her. My cock is forged in iron as it awaits its entrance into her tight little cunt.

I begin to pull her to the ground. Her desperation begins to overwhelm her and I fear she will faint. Once again she cries out in fear, what has she done? Why am I doing this to her? She has done nothing to provoke this.

She is now trapped beneath me and I stroke her hair. Ah, my sweet, you need not do anything. It was your beauty alone that has intoxicated me so. You are like a drug to me…my desire for you is unyielding, all consuming, and it must be fed. You must submit to me or be stalked for all eternity!

She begins to struggle undern me, me, pleading for mercy. I can sense her shame. She is so devoted to her Captain. She loves him so deeply. He is her heart, she cries. But I cannot let you go my sweet. To be denied her would bring me to violence and I do not wish to hurt my little dove.

I pin her wrists on either side of her head. I am sickened to take her on the ground, but tis the only place I could escape my Queen’s all knowing eyes. It will be over soon, my sweet and no one need ever speak of it again! I release one wrist to grasp the front of her gown. I rip it away from her body with one powerful stroke. She screams! Oh! I have frightened my youngling!

She struggles widely against my hold. Her struggles only fuel my hunger. She is so small and helpless! Her soft body is stirring me even more than I thought possible. She is powerless to stop me. Should I choose to take her by force, she could do nothing! I feel a cruel laugh arising within me and I crush my mouth against hers. She cries out, trying desperately to free herself from my weight. I am stealing her very breath from her. I wait until I feel she can take no more and break the kiss to allow her air.

I see the fear in her eyes and I force myself to become controlled. I love my little dove so, forgive me. I would never hurt you. I remove the last remnants of her gown. Ah…my breath catches. I cannot speak. She is breathtaking. So lovely, so pale, so perfect!

She is exactly as I imagined her. Her soft, silky hair is luminescent under the moon. Her milky white skin glows. Two small breasts rise and fall with her straggled breathing. Oh...her little buds are rose colored! Her bottom lip trembles as tears, as clear as diamonds spill over her cheeks.

I begin with soft kisses along her delicate neckline. I leave a trail of butterfly kisses across her color bone. My tongue travels slowly over her skin, tasting her, marking her, making her mine! I drag my teeth over her skin, placing small love bites as I go.

She is silent beneath me now. Only her tears continue to fall. I try and comfort her. He will think no less of you, my love. He will want to comfort you and hold you. He will know this is not your doing.

My hand snakes down her body, exploring her soft skin, relishing the flat plane of her soft belly. My hand stops at the apex of her thighs. Her legs are clamped tightly together as her eyes are at this moment. I smile at her feeble attempts to keep me from what I hunger for. Your puny strength is no match for mine, my love.

I force her legs open with my knee, placing myself between them. Once again I stroke her hair, telling her this will be over soon. It will all be over soon.

My hand now moves between her legs as I take a nipple within my mouth. She tries to fight her body’s response, but she cannot. Her nipples harden underneath my ministrations. Still she cries for her Captain. He will not come for you, my love. I have made sure of that. Nothing can save you from me. You must yield and become mine!

Her head rolls to the side as she trembles from her crying. Perhaps it is best she does not watch what I do to her.

Three fingers I thrust into her tight sex. I must make her ready for me. My cock throbs for her. I can feel it pulsing with my heartbeat. I must be deep within her soon or else I shall go mad. I pump her as I grope her breasts roughly. I feel like a predator about to ravish its prey. I grab her chin, forcing her to face me once again as my mouth closes over hers. My fingers continue to move in and out of her as I kiss her hungrily. I will wait no longer! I am taking her now!

I remove my fingers from within her to grasp my cock. I place myself at her entrance. Her hands fly to my chest, pushing in vain against me. I release her mouth and look into her beautiful blue eyes. She is frightened once again. I am sorry my love, but I cannot let you go. You are mine…mine alone! I care not for your March Warden.

I push deliberatly slow into her tight channel. I have caused her so much pain; I do not wish to cause her more. Her body clinches around my cock. I grit my teeth…never have I felt such tightness. Haldir must feel as if he is making love to a virgin every time he buries himself within her sweetness.

Sweet Elbereth! She is as magnificent as I imagined…so warm…so very soft…lovely…my little lovely one! I stay still within her, wanting to relish the feel of her around me for always. I begin with slow deliberate strokes. She is too much…she is driving me towards madness. I forget myself as my hunger consumes me. I begin to thrust urgently, causing her to grunt with each thrust. The slapping of the skin is echoing into the silent night. Her brow is burrowed and once again she tries to rid herself of my weight. I grab her wrists, pinning them against the ground as I continue to pound her into the soft earth.

Her stifled cries are ignored as my blood boils for her! I am taking her! All the centuries of waiting has finally come to an end. She is mine! And she is wonderful. I can feel her womb as I enter her, sheathing myself to her hilt! I can feel the tide of my passion rising!

I kiss her once again, savagely, bruising her lips with my own. I can feel it rising! My lust is rising to proportions I can no longer contain. In and out…I am roaring above her…scooting her body up my cloak. I begin to tremble…I struggle trying to keep control…No! Too soon! Not yet! Too soon…

Over and over I shove myself deep within her until I can no longer fight it. I cry out as I fill her tiny cunt with my searing hot seed as I still struggle to move within her. I give her a few more lazy thrusts as I empty myself deep inside of her.

I collapse on top of her, crushing her with my much greater weight. She is still beneath me and she makes no sound though her tears still spill down her porcelain cheeks. Begrudgingly, I roll of her body. I call her name softly, but she does not answer me.
Her eyes stare into the darkness, but she does not see.

I move to lean over her as I call her name again. She still says nothing. Her bottom lip trembles with her silent tears. She is shuddering violently. I pull her upright and wrap my cloak around her. I say her name over and over as I shake her, trying to rouse her. Slowly her gaze meets mine, but she does not see me. Her eyes are dark and distant.

She pulls herself from my embrace and stands shakily. I stand quickly, grabbing her arm to steady her when she stumbles. She kneels down to pick up the remnants of her dress, her tears still falling. She says not a word as she turns from me, her head glued to the ground as she walks back towards the city.

I hear her when she cries out in grief for herself. She tries to stifle her cries but she cannot. Oh, Abigail…what have I done? Sweet Abigail…please forgive me! Please…forgive me!


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I hear the March Warden before I turn to face him. The unsheathing of his sword echoes through the forest. I turn to face him, my ever-devoted Captain. His face is hard and pained. His heart is breaking. He aches for his little love. His knuckles are white from his fierce grip upon his sword. The grief and torment in his eyes is unwavering.

You have served me well for so many centuries, my dear Captain…and this is how I repay your loyalty and devotion. You seek retribution for you lovely one. Do what you must, my March Warden, but please…I have no right…but I must ask, nay, beg your forgiveness. Can you find it in your heart to grant me this peace before you strike me down?

A single tear slides down his cheek. Forgive me Haldir. I have destroyed so many with my lust. Abigail was only an innocent victim to my wickedness.

Now, I feel the gentle warmth before I see her. Her soft glow surrounds Haldir as she steps toward him from the brush. She lays her small hand on his larger, staying my execution.

My Queen’s eyes meet mine and I cannot bear her gaze. I have never seen such a look of betrayal and pain in her eyes. Galadriel once again turns to regard Haldir with tears in her eyes. She caresses his cheek and speaks so softly to him.

“Go to her. Take her in your arms and hold her close. Tell her you love her. Tell her she did not betray you, that she was an innocent. Go to her, my Captain, and tell her she is not wicked and unclean. Go now and help her heal.”

I can see the emotions play across his features. He is struggling to hold his fury at bay for the shake of the Lady. Her eyes plead with him. I see his jaw clench as he slowly sheaths his sword. I hear his pain filled sigh as he turns and walks away.

Galadriel turns to me. Never have I seen such agony. How could I have been such a fool? How could I have ever desired another? Oh…my Queen…my heart…How could I have been such a wretched fool? I have destroyed an innocent life and broken the heart of my one true love!

My Lady turns from me. She cannot look at me. I move to follow her, but she stays me with her hand. I hear her stifled sob as she flees to the safety of our castle walls. I sink to the ground as I cover my face with my hands. I cannot stop the hoarse wail that escaped my lips! Sweet Elbereth! What have I done?