A King's Obsession

Title: A King’s Obsession

Author: Isadora

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: It’s kind of creepy…this is a fantasy to the King

Summary: A King has a not so harmless crush.

Disclaimer: A certain LOTR King belongs to Tolkien, OFC is mine.

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A/N- I hope to keep you guessing until the end. Could be Thranduil, Elrond, Celeborn, perhaps someone else… I dunno!!

Watching. I am always watching her. There she is now, my lovely, my little flower. For years I have watched her grow from childhood into the exquisite elleth who now stands before me. She invades my dreams, my meditations, and my very essence. I can feel her pulsating through me and I wonder, does she know? Can she even begin to imagine my desire for her? Does she toy with me? Ah, my lovely, if you do, this is a dangerous game you play.

If only she knew how many times she came close, so very close to being ravished in the castle gardens. I am King. She could not refuse me. I watch her every night when she comes to the gardens to escape the sometimes mundane chores of being a handmaiden. I am watching her now. I can sense her anxiety. She knows someone is here, but I am much older and wiser my youngling and if I do not wish for you to see me, you will not.

So I will sit here in the gardens, lurking in the shadows watching her under the pale light of the moon. By Eru, she is breathtaking in the moonlight. It gives almost a golden sheen to her luscious, long, red hair. I can detect the faintest scent floating through the air, it is she and she smells as fresh as a spring morning. I close my eyes and think of what it would be like to run my hands through her silky hair, to run my hands over her soft skin, her flawless skin. My gods…you are so very beautiful.

So many times I have dreamt of what it would be like to feel her small, soft body trapped beneath mine as she squirms to rid herself of my weight. You struggle in vain, my love. You shall never escape me. I can see her flat on her back, only my robes protecting her soft flesh from the ground. I am hovering above her, supporting my greater weight by my forearms, but my thighs are in between hers to keep her from cutting me off from my prize. I see the apprehension in her eyes and I kiss her eyelids tenderly. She doesn’t speak to me, she is too afraid. Her eyes plead for mercy, but my desire is too strong. Her pleas will only go unheard.

I kiss her neck, her sweet scent flooding my nostrils. So soft…so sweet…

I trace the curve of her jawbone with my tongue before covering her mouth with my own. She moans despite herself. She is still squirming beneath me and I find her struggling even more arousing. I cannot help myself as I grasp her wrists and pin them on either side of her head. She is mine. All mine. Her eyes are wide with fright and I smile wickedly down into her frightened face. I can feel my own lust pulsating through me. It is controlling me and I cannot stop now. There is no turning back. I will make her mine. I will posses her and she will never be free of me.

I run my tongue over her bottom lip before drawing into my mouth. She is delicious. Her cooing and gentle moans are driving me mad. I kiss her deeply, my tongue battling hers. I am drawing her very breath away from her, sucking her very soul from her. She is struggling for air now, but I do not pull away, not yet. I just cannot bring myself to release her, but I sense she may black out, so I grudgingly release her. Her chest heaves as she struggles for air, her full, round breasts rising and falling with her respiration.

I can see her tiny pink buds through her pale gown. I feel their hardness against my chest and I cannot help myself. She yelps when I tear her gown from her body violently in one sweep of my hand. She now lays before me open, naked, and perfect. I sigh as I drink in the sight of her, but once again I have frightened my lovely girl. However she no longer struggles against me. She knows the depth of my obsession for her and she now knows she will never be free.

She flinches when I flick my tongue over her delicious pink nub, taking it into my mouth. She moans and arches into me. That’s it my lovely, open yourself to me. You cannot keep yourself from me. You must give into me and I will always protect you, my little dove.

I roll the nub around with my tongue, licking, gently suckling before I move to the other nub and give it the same treatment. She is sighing now, her eyes are closed and oh…how magnificent she is to me. She is more magnificent than I ever could have imagined. Oh, how I love her.

A trail of kisses I now leave between her breasts and down her soft belly. I circle her navel with my tongue. She giggles in response and I allow myself a small smile. My hands continue to massage her breasts gently as I make my way to the triangular shaped patch of soft curls at the apex of her creamy little thighs. Her scent is intoxicating, her soft reddish curls enticing and I know that I have to taste her.

I part her legs once again with very little resistance this time. I look at her briefly and see confusion in her face. What an innocent! My sweet, young elleth, tonight you will learn what it is to be desired yod you will be mine. I lick my lips wantonly and bury my face within her soft folds. She shrieks when my tongue finds the tiny bundle of nerves hidden behind its soft hood. She thrusts forward against my mouth and I push her gently back onto my robes with a hand on her soft be hol holding her down. She is withering against me. Never have I tasted anything as sweet as I dip my tongue into her slick center. She is calling my name and how glorious it is to hear her pleasure.

I slide my tongue back to the bundle and draw it into my mouth, rolling it around ever so gently, taking her to a place she has never been or scarcely imagined. I push my finger into her tight center as she clamps around me. Dear gods…she is so very tight…so very soft.

My free hand snakes back up her body to roughly massage her breasts and I squeeze her nipples to the point of pain. I am pushing her over the edge of sheer bliss. Her body is responding to me and there isn’t an inch of her unmolested by my hands. I slide another finger within her and she thrusts her pelvis up to meet me as I pump within her. Her head is thrashing back and forth now. I roughly begin to suck her, lap at her, pump her whatever I can do to claim her. She is mine, always and forever.

She is so close, so very close.

You are so close, my lovely one, but there is still so much for you to learn. I will not give you release yet. You must be patient. I have been patient for so long.

I pull my fingers from her and reluctantly stop feasting on her sweet nectar. She cries out her protest, but becomes quiet when she feels my weight over her smaller form once more. My face is inches from her and she stares wide eyed into my face. I can see the fear once again come over her. She knows it is time. You are so ready my love, do not be afraid. I will cause you only a few moments of pain before bringing you over the threshold of pure bliss. You must trust me.

My cock is throbbing painfully as it awaits entrance into her tight channel. I give a gentle push and the head of my cock slides into her without too much resistance. I push further, her frame is so small, and I begin to worry of her pain. She holds my gaze firmly and I place a soft reassuring kiss on her lips as I reach her maidenhead. She is so soft and tight; I am amazed that I fit within her.

I growl deep in my throat, which causes her to whimper. If she only knew what she did to me. I see the sketches of pain across her brow as I continue to push within her, tearing away her virginity. She screams and tears spill over her porcelain cheeks like a gentle brook.

I kiss the salty tears away, entwining her small fingers within mine. I wish to comfort her. I radiate my desire and love to her with my mind. I can feel her tentatively brush my mind with hers. She is accepting my body. I begin to rock my hips slowly against her, raining kisses over her face and neck as she clings to me. I am delighted when she begins to move with me.

That is it, my lovely. Open yourself to me. Let me show you how I crave you. I hunger and ache for you, my little darling.

My lust overcomes me and I begin to speed my thrusting. I can see the sketches of pain begin to fade from her face and she smiles at me, drawing me closer, struggling to hold me to her around my neck. Never did I imagine that she would feel like this.

I am on fire…

My senses are on overload. She is intoxicating and I wish to push my very soul inside of her. I can’t get enough of her. I can’t get deep enough inside of her. I know I am in her belly now, but it is still not enough for me. I am roughly pounding into her now. I know I am hurting her, but I no longer care. My hips slam into hers, sliding her body halfway off my robes. Her eyes are closed as she calls my name. She holds her legs tightly around me now.

Too much little one…you are too much…

You are perfect and you are mine. I pound mercilessly into her. I do not care if she ever walks again. Harder and harder I move against her. I feel her vaginal muscles tightening around me as if to will me deeper and I oblige her and continue to ride her hard and fast. I bite into her soft neck to keep my control. I am no longer holding my weight off her. I am flat against her, taking her, claiming her as my own. She drags her nails down my back, drawing blood and I hiss and growl into her mouth. I am loosing it now and I will take her with me.

I am taking her…

That’s it my little flower, let go and give yourself to me. I give myself to you, for I am yours and you are mine. I am about to explode within her and fill her small tight cunt with my hot seed…

**

My eyes open and I shake my head to clear my mind when I feel my Queen now move beside me. She calls out to her handmaiden. The youngling turns, her sweet face in a broad smile as she looks upon the Queen she is so devoted too. I close my mind off, shielding my thoughts and desires from my Queen. She is all seeing and all knowing at all times. She is the Lady of the Light.

Abigail turns now and comes to her Queen. The Queen tells her she has a surprise for her. The youngling gives me a brief smile as she passes me to follow the Queen into the audience chamber.

I watch…trying to keep myself composed as the young handmaiden’s face brightens into the most beautiful smile. I push away my anger and pain to know it is not I she smiles for.

The March Warden has returned from his duty at our borders. Abigail runs to him, leaping into his arms. The March Warden lifts her off her feet, holding her tightly against him as he kisses her sweet face, proclaiming his unfailing love for her.

Galadriel smiles warmly at her brave Captain and his precious love. Haldir is to spend the next several days within the city. He and the youngling are to have the whole week together. Abigail kisses her Queen’s cheeks in thanks and then turns to me, bowing low before me in thanks. I stiffen when I feel Haldir’s hard gaze upon me.

Yes, you know, do you not, my Captain? You know how I desire your lovely little maid. How it must sicken you to know you must leave her unguarded from my advances.

Abigail grabs his hand and pulls him toward the garden entrance. She wants show him what she has been doing since he has been away. His gaze is hard and unflinching as he stares at me as she pulls him from the audience chamber. I notice my Queen now gazing upon me with her all knowing eyes. I turn from her, not being able to bear to look upon her now. I leave silently; only glancing back to the garden entrance where I know my little flower attends her lover.

Ah, my dearest little one. My sweet Abigail. He will be gone from you soon and I will wait no longer. I will have you as my own. No one will be able to protect you from me, not even your brave Captain. You will never be safe from me. I will posses you.

Soon, my dove. You shall never escape me. I am coming for you soon. I will come and as always I am watching…