A Warm Welcome
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A Warm Welcome 2/2
Title: A Warm Welcome
Authors: Nali and Danae
Middle Earth/AU
Summary: Aerlinn returns from a relief mission in the south of Mirkwood. Thranduil obviously missed her (heh).
WARNING: BDSM smut
Disclaimer: I do not own Thranduil, Mirkwood, or anything else related to Tolkien's books regarding Middle-earth. I make no money from these stories, I just play with the characters.
AN: Sorry it took so long to update. I had real life things going on for the last few weeks. Stupid real life!
*****Part the Second*****
Small bumps of excitement rose on Aerlinn’s skin and she shuddered involuntarily at his words. It was with an odd mixture of anticipation and fear that she started to lean back against his chest only to find herself suddenly hoisted over his shoulder as he stood up abruptly. Aerlinn couldn’t help but laugh a bit in surprise as Thranduil wrapped one arm around her legs to hold her in place. Her laughter turned to squeaks as the king’s free hand slid up her leg under her gown.
“You know,” he said as he stopped walking and tilted her slightly more angled and slipped her gown up in the back.
“Know what?” Aerlinn gasped, not real sure she wanted the answer.
“This position is quite handy..”
Before Aerlinn could ask what it was handy for, she felt a sting as Thranduil’s hand slapped her bottom, and squeaked again. The king began walking again, taking her out of their private sitting room and into the bedroom, slapping her bottom every step of the way until Aerlinn was already trying unsuccessfully to squirm away, much to Thranduil’s amusement. He knew, of course, that she could not break lose of his hold, and he also knew that she would be upset if she ever did.
When they reached the bed, the king flopped her down unceremoniously and quirked an eyebrow at her.
“You are a tempting morsel, do you know that?”
Aerlinn smiled up at Thranduil, “why no, sire,” she said in a light teasing voice, “I was not aware of that.
“Do you know how much effort it takes not to just lay around in bed with you all day long making love at regular intervals?” he asked. “Or how tempted it is to just grab you and flip you across my lap every time you walk by?”
He grinned that grin again. The one that told her it was time for her to be nervous. And she was. Aerlinn felt her stomach knot just a bit, but at the same time her arousal spiked. She knew what was coming and she wanted it with every fibre of her being. She wanted it as much if not more than he did. Anxious for him to get on with it, she grinned back.
“Well I may just have to walk by more often.”
Thranduil nodded slowly. “You, my dear, obviously need to spend more time over my lap.” If she wanted him to hurry, she was not disappointed. “Turn over and pull that gown up,” he said in a commanding tone. “In fact, take it off completely.”
At the change in his tone of voice, Aerlinn felt a surge of desire to please her king. She could feel his eyes on her as she knelt up on the bed and slowly unbuttoned the bodice of her gown before drawing it over her head. Thranduil took it from her and draped it over the back of a chair, feeling his desire heighten as he watched her graceful movements. He watched her for a moment, letting his eyes linger on her body and causing her to blush slightly, even though they had been here many times before. Thranduil’s own excitement and arousal was more than obvious when he unlaced his leggings and pulled them off, followed by his shirt. He had long since removed his outer tunic.
Aerlinn watched her lover as he removed his clothing as she had just done. She wasn’t exactly sure what Thranduil had in mind, but she had a pretty good idea of what was to follow. No sooner had she thought it, than she found herself on all fours on the bed and his knee pressed between her legs. He could feel the heat rising from her arousal on his leg. He reached around her and captured her arms, pinning them at her side under his own strong arm. With his free hand he began to knead her breast, gently cupping in his hand.
Aerlinn moaned lightly and closed her eyes, unaware that she was rocking against Thranduil’s thigh. Her helplessness had spiked her arousal. Thranduil left a trail of light kisses on her shoulderblade before leaning up a bit more and biting hard into the fleshy nerve cluster just above her collar bone. As he bit, he also pinched her nipple hard and gave it a sharp twist. Aerlinn screamed in pleasure and pain and her whole body seemed to be alert to his touch. She was barely aware of anything else. There was only him and her and what he was doing to her and she loved him for it. She wasn’t even aware of her own cries.
Thranduil’s desire was fuelled by Aerlinn’s scream. He rolled his fingers forward and captured her nipple between his nails as he lifted his head slightly, pulling at the deep hard bite. Aerlinn was nearly howling as she rocked against his leg, rubbing herself against him in the heat of the now. Thranduil knew from long years of practice that she would have little control soon.
When he finally let go of both her nipple and the bite at her shoulder, Aerlinn nearly slumped to the bed, and would have had he not been holding her and supporting her body in his arms. Thranduil kept a firm hold on her waist, steadying her as he pressed his leg further, knowing that her cries were as indicative of her arousal as the wetness that now resided there. Nuzzling into the hair at her ear, Thranduil whispered in a deep tone, “Who do you belong to?”
With a barely perceptible squeal, Aerlinn managed to say “to you, Sire. To do with whatever you please.”
It was a game they played many times. She had long since given herself to him, wholly and completely. Times like this, he enjoyed pushing her, seeing how much she could or would take. Thranduil slid his hand down her belly and over her mound. His finger found the hardened kernel of her arousal and Aerlinn sucked in a sharp breath when Thranduil wet his finger on her own moisture and began to move his finger in tight circles, stimulating her to the edge of orgasm, but never giving her release. Aerlinn’s eyes unfocused and refocused as she gave voiced breaths with each new height her arousal achieved.
Satisfied that Aerlinn was at the brink of orgasm, Thranduil stopped stimulating her clit and repositioned himself so his own hardness was pressing against her hip. He raised his hand and slapped it down hard on her thigh leaving a distinct handprint that was immediately visible. The king smiled to himself as he felt Aerlinn jerk and try to twist away. It was no use, of course. He had a firm grip on her waist and there she would stay for as long as he desired. He raised his hand again and brought it down hard once to either side of her bottom, slapping the crease between her bottom and thighs. Aerlinn rocked again. Once for each hard slap. The sting was intense, and Aerlinn’s arousal began to climb again toward a fevered pitch.
Thranduil pressed himself against Aerlinn as she rocked to match each hard swat, awakening in him the desire to hear her squeal. He pulled her tightly against him and trapped her leg in his as he began to spank her. Hard stinging blows rained down on her thighs and sit spot. Thranduil’s arousal pulsed with each of Aerlinn’s attempts to twist or squirm away, adding to the relentless stinging blows.
Small tremours began to slowly course through Aerlinn’s body as she was pushed to the edge again. This time, however, the edge of what she could take as well as the edge of her arousal. The growing sting at her lovers hand that continued to grow on her bottom created in her a renewed awareness that she was completely under his control – her pain, her arousal, even her mind. Thranduil was pushing all three and the renewed punishing blows continued. Aerlinn’s face was wet with tears and her head was light and floating.
Thranduil knew he was pushing her hard. He was listening to her cries, waiting for them to reach that tone that told him she could not physically accept more without being harmed. Her cries turned to sobs and he felt her complete and total surrender. He stopped abruptly and held her shaking body against his now very engourged erection, her arms still held firmly at her sides.
He gave her a few moments before slipping his hand again between her legs. Thranduil wet his finger with Aerlinn’s wetness and stimulated her hard and fast, adding more pleasure to her pain and bringing her again to the edge of orgasm even as she sobbed from pain. Aerlinn’s head was spinning as the king again took over control of her pleasure as well as her pain. Playing them both against each other and feeding her pleasure with her pain. Her sobs became breathier as his hands led her where he wanted her to go.
In a quick smooth motion, Thranduil moved behind Aerlinn and thrust his erection into her. He leaned forward and worked his hips in a hard and fast rhythm that matched his hard desire. He relished his total control over her body, and took them to new heights of lust and passion. Aerlinn’s sobs disappeared as moans took over where they left off. Thranduils frenzied and passionate rhythm slapped against Aerlinn’s sore ass and thighs, but she was barely even aware, and she screamed out once again as she was pushed over the edge and orgasmed hard, shuddering as the waves of ecstasy pulsed through her. Thranduil moaned loudly as his own spasms shot through his body and every nerve seemed to awaken. Aerlinn fell forward and Thranduil slowly lowered himself on the bed next to her, bringing her to his chest and cradling her to him. Aerlinn’s last cries spilled onto his chest and she looked up, catching his gaze.
“I love you,” she managed to whisper out.
“And I love you,” he said as he stroked her hair, “completely and totally.”
They both laid back and let out long breaths. Everything was right in the world, even if just for this one moment, and Aerlinn was where she belonged.
~end~
Authors: Nali and Danae
Middle Earth/AU
Summary: Aerlinn returns from a relief mission in the south of Mirkwood. Thranduil obviously missed her (heh).
WARNING: BDSM smut
Disclaimer: I do not own Thranduil, Mirkwood, or anything else related to Tolkien's books regarding Middle-earth. I make no money from these stories, I just play with the characters.
AN: Sorry it took so long to update. I had real life things going on for the last few weeks. Stupid real life!
*****Part the Second*****
Small bumps of excitement rose on Aerlinn’s skin and she shuddered involuntarily at his words. It was with an odd mixture of anticipation and fear that she started to lean back against his chest only to find herself suddenly hoisted over his shoulder as he stood up abruptly. Aerlinn couldn’t help but laugh a bit in surprise as Thranduil wrapped one arm around her legs to hold her in place. Her laughter turned to squeaks as the king’s free hand slid up her leg under her gown.
“You know,” he said as he stopped walking and tilted her slightly more angled and slipped her gown up in the back.
“Know what?” Aerlinn gasped, not real sure she wanted the answer.
“This position is quite handy..”
Before Aerlinn could ask what it was handy for, she felt a sting as Thranduil’s hand slapped her bottom, and squeaked again. The king began walking again, taking her out of their private sitting room and into the bedroom, slapping her bottom every step of the way until Aerlinn was already trying unsuccessfully to squirm away, much to Thranduil’s amusement. He knew, of course, that she could not break lose of his hold, and he also knew that she would be upset if she ever did.
When they reached the bed, the king flopped her down unceremoniously and quirked an eyebrow at her.
“You are a tempting morsel, do you know that?”
Aerlinn smiled up at Thranduil, “why no, sire,” she said in a light teasing voice, “I was not aware of that.
“Do you know how much effort it takes not to just lay around in bed with you all day long making love at regular intervals?” he asked. “Or how tempted it is to just grab you and flip you across my lap every time you walk by?”
He grinned that grin again. The one that told her it was time for her to be nervous. And she was. Aerlinn felt her stomach knot just a bit, but at the same time her arousal spiked. She knew what was coming and she wanted it with every fibre of her being. She wanted it as much if not more than he did. Anxious for him to get on with it, she grinned back.
“Well I may just have to walk by more often.”
Thranduil nodded slowly. “You, my dear, obviously need to spend more time over my lap.” If she wanted him to hurry, she was not disappointed. “Turn over and pull that gown up,” he said in a commanding tone. “In fact, take it off completely.”
At the change in his tone of voice, Aerlinn felt a surge of desire to please her king. She could feel his eyes on her as she knelt up on the bed and slowly unbuttoned the bodice of her gown before drawing it over her head. Thranduil took it from her and draped it over the back of a chair, feeling his desire heighten as he watched her graceful movements. He watched her for a moment, letting his eyes linger on her body and causing her to blush slightly, even though they had been here many times before. Thranduil’s own excitement and arousal was more than obvious when he unlaced his leggings and pulled them off, followed by his shirt. He had long since removed his outer tunic.
Aerlinn watched her lover as he removed his clothing as she had just done. She wasn’t exactly sure what Thranduil had in mind, but she had a pretty good idea of what was to follow. No sooner had she thought it, than she found herself on all fours on the bed and his knee pressed between her legs. He could feel the heat rising from her arousal on his leg. He reached around her and captured her arms, pinning them at her side under his own strong arm. With his free hand he began to knead her breast, gently cupping in his hand.
Aerlinn moaned lightly and closed her eyes, unaware that she was rocking against Thranduil’s thigh. Her helplessness had spiked her arousal. Thranduil left a trail of light kisses on her shoulderblade before leaning up a bit more and biting hard into the fleshy nerve cluster just above her collar bone. As he bit, he also pinched her nipple hard and gave it a sharp twist. Aerlinn screamed in pleasure and pain and her whole body seemed to be alert to his touch. She was barely aware of anything else. There was only him and her and what he was doing to her and she loved him for it. She wasn’t even aware of her own cries.
Thranduil’s desire was fuelled by Aerlinn’s scream. He rolled his fingers forward and captured her nipple between his nails as he lifted his head slightly, pulling at the deep hard bite. Aerlinn was nearly howling as she rocked against his leg, rubbing herself against him in the heat of the now. Thranduil knew from long years of practice that she would have little control soon.
When he finally let go of both her nipple and the bite at her shoulder, Aerlinn nearly slumped to the bed, and would have had he not been holding her and supporting her body in his arms. Thranduil kept a firm hold on her waist, steadying her as he pressed his leg further, knowing that her cries were as indicative of her arousal as the wetness that now resided there. Nuzzling into the hair at her ear, Thranduil whispered in a deep tone, “Who do you belong to?”
With a barely perceptible squeal, Aerlinn managed to say “to you, Sire. To do with whatever you please.”
It was a game they played many times. She had long since given herself to him, wholly and completely. Times like this, he enjoyed pushing her, seeing how much she could or would take. Thranduil slid his hand down her belly and over her mound. His finger found the hardened kernel of her arousal and Aerlinn sucked in a sharp breath when Thranduil wet his finger on her own moisture and began to move his finger in tight circles, stimulating her to the edge of orgasm, but never giving her release. Aerlinn’s eyes unfocused and refocused as she gave voiced breaths with each new height her arousal achieved.
Satisfied that Aerlinn was at the brink of orgasm, Thranduil stopped stimulating her clit and repositioned himself so his own hardness was pressing against her hip. He raised his hand and slapped it down hard on her thigh leaving a distinct handprint that was immediately visible. The king smiled to himself as he felt Aerlinn jerk and try to twist away. It was no use, of course. He had a firm grip on her waist and there she would stay for as long as he desired. He raised his hand again and brought it down hard once to either side of her bottom, slapping the crease between her bottom and thighs. Aerlinn rocked again. Once for each hard slap. The sting was intense, and Aerlinn’s arousal began to climb again toward a fevered pitch.
Thranduil pressed himself against Aerlinn as she rocked to match each hard swat, awakening in him the desire to hear her squeal. He pulled her tightly against him and trapped her leg in his as he began to spank her. Hard stinging blows rained down on her thighs and sit spot. Thranduil’s arousal pulsed with each of Aerlinn’s attempts to twist or squirm away, adding to the relentless stinging blows.
Small tremours began to slowly course through Aerlinn’s body as she was pushed to the edge again. This time, however, the edge of what she could take as well as the edge of her arousal. The growing sting at her lovers hand that continued to grow on her bottom created in her a renewed awareness that she was completely under his control – her pain, her arousal, even her mind. Thranduil was pushing all three and the renewed punishing blows continued. Aerlinn’s face was wet with tears and her head was light and floating.
Thranduil knew he was pushing her hard. He was listening to her cries, waiting for them to reach that tone that told him she could not physically accept more without being harmed. Her cries turned to sobs and he felt her complete and total surrender. He stopped abruptly and held her shaking body against his now very engourged erection, her arms still held firmly at her sides.
He gave her a few moments before slipping his hand again between her legs. Thranduil wet his finger with Aerlinn’s wetness and stimulated her hard and fast, adding more pleasure to her pain and bringing her again to the edge of orgasm even as she sobbed from pain. Aerlinn’s head was spinning as the king again took over control of her pleasure as well as her pain. Playing them both against each other and feeding her pleasure with her pain. Her sobs became breathier as his hands led her where he wanted her to go.
In a quick smooth motion, Thranduil moved behind Aerlinn and thrust his erection into her. He leaned forward and worked his hips in a hard and fast rhythm that matched his hard desire. He relished his total control over her body, and took them to new heights of lust and passion. Aerlinn’s sobs disappeared as moans took over where they left off. Thranduils frenzied and passionate rhythm slapped against Aerlinn’s sore ass and thighs, but she was barely even aware, and she screamed out once again as she was pushed over the edge and orgasmed hard, shuddering as the waves of ecstasy pulsed through her. Thranduil moaned loudly as his own spasms shot through his body and every nerve seemed to awaken. Aerlinn fell forward and Thranduil slowly lowered himself on the bed next to her, bringing her to his chest and cradling her to him. Aerlinn’s last cries spilled onto his chest and she looked up, catching his gaze.
“I love you,” she managed to whisper out.
“And I love you,” he said as he stroked her hair, “completely and totally.”
They both laid back and let out long breaths. Everything was right in the world, even if just for this one moment, and Aerlinn was where she belonged.
~end~