Mine

Title: Mine

Author: Khylea

Rating: NC-17 for graphic sex

Pairing: Thranduil/OFC

Warning: Um....sex ahead? LOL

Timeline: Legolas is just a child, and since Tolkien never bothered to say how old HE is, who the heck knows? LOL I was envisioning sometime early in the Third Age. It’s a freaking PWP, what does the timeline matter? :)

Archive: Feel free, just drop me a URL where I can visit it please sl_chester@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: *sigh* I do not own these characters, no profit is made. Purely for my own (and Vesta’s, and hopefully a few others’) pleasure.

Feedback: Almost as good as a forceful Thranduil.

Beta: Nope. Written in about two hours as a favor to Vesta, who gave me a sob story that no one had ever written a story for her.

Summary: Thranduil wants to reward one of his faithful subjects.

Dedication: For Anais, who keeps me writing. :)

Author's Notes: Written as a favor to Vesta Morgaine, who gave me a sob story that no one had ever written a story for her. She told me to “surprise her” with a pairing, and that she wanted a story where she was dominated. So dude, if you hate it, blame her, not me. I just do what Vesta tells me. Oh and Thranduil. It’s not good to go against what the king wants. *evil smile*


Vesta nervously smoothed down her skirt as she approached the ornately carved door. Immediately, the guards stationed on either side of the door moved to block her way, overlapping their swords, their matching dark blue eyes cold and distant. “What is your business here?” The one on the left snapped. Vesta swallowed hard before responding.

“I have been summoned. My name is Vesta Morgaine.” The guard on the right pulled out a parchment and glanced over it. With a nod, he replaced it and stepped back.

“You are on the list. Enter.”

Vesta nodded, quickly running her fingers through her hair, before knocking. “Enter!” A powerful voice boomed from inside, and she opened the door, stepping through and closing it behind her. She did not meet the eyes of the room’s sole occupant, standing just inside the door, her head bowed.

When he said nothing further, she finally spoke. “You wished to see me, my lord?”

“Yes. Come closer.” She moved closer, keeping her eyes glued to the floor. Though internally she rebelled at the submission, she did exactly as she knew was expected of her. She assumed he was already angry with her and did not wish to do anything to aggravate him further. She could feel his eyes on her as she stopped in front of the carved wooden chair he was lounging in. “Do you know why I have summoned you here, Vesta?” He said softly, his words rumbling in his chest like the voice of a great cat.

“No my lord, I do not. I thought you were satisfied with my work. I do not understand what I have done wrong.” She heard him stand but did not lift her gaze until he grasped her chin and lifted her face. She whimpered softly at the intensity of his stare, feeling lost in the deep blue pools of his eyes.

“What makes you think you have done something wrong, Vesta?” The king asked softly, sending a shiver down her spine.

Her normally confident exterior crumbled under the king’s penetrating gaze and she would have dropped her eyes, except for the fact it was clear he wished her to do no such thing. “I....I assumed that was why I was summoned here. That I had committed some infraction that I was to be punished for.”

He grinned, reminding her like nothing so much as a wolf just before he is about to devour his prey. “Punished? No, not at all. When my advisors first told me they recommended a human be brought under my employ, I did not agree with them. What could a mere human know of your history that my scribes do not?” As he spoke, his free hand raised to her face, gently brushing the hair back off her forehead, tracing the line of her cheekbone. “And indeed, would the elflings accept a human teacher? But they all speak very highly of you, particularly my son. He adores you. And from Legolas, that is a high compliment indeed, for he does not make friends easily.” His other hand released her chin and joined its mate in gently tracing the lines of her face.

“Then if I am not being punished, why am I here, my lord?”

“Today you have served Greenwood for exactly one year. Served her faithfully, I might add. I often do not sleep well and walk the halls late at night. I have seen the light under your door, I know you are up late into the night, poring over books and scrolls, formulating a lesson plan for the next day. I see you in the library even on days you have no official lessons, reading and taking notes. You work hard, and I would see you rewarded.”

“I need no reward, my lord. It is my pleasure to work here. The only reward I need is the glow in the elflings’ faces when they learn a new lesson.” His hands moved lower, stroking along her spine, and she shivered at the gentle touch. “My salary is far larger than I would have received working as a teacher among my people, all my needs are provided for, my clothing and housing and food. I need nothing else.”

“Ah, but I was not talking about food or clothing or jewels, my lady.” He brought one of her hands to his lips and kissed the back, gently sucking on her knuckles, his eyes never leaving hers. “I know you have no great desire for riches. I meant a rather more personal reward.”

“More....more personal?” Vesta stammered. “I....I do not know what you mean, sire.”

He raised an eyebrow at her words. “Oh yes you do, my lady. I have watched you for a long time, I see how you surreptitiously watch me while you pretend to do other things.”

She gasped. “I most certainly do not!”

He grinned wolfishly, and so quickly she did not have time to react, he had grasped her hands and shoved her against the nearest wall, lowering his mouth to her neck and biting the soft skin. When she struggled, he pushed harder, jerking her hands over her head and pressing her against the wall with his body. “Oh yes you do.” He purred into her ear, suckling and biting her lobe. He rubbed himself against her and she gasped as she felt his erection pressing into her belly. “And now it is time for your reward.”

He held her firmly against the wall while his free hand reached between their bodies, finding the ties on the bodice of her gown, deftly untying them and yanking her dress down to her feet. She struggled against his hold, her cheeks flushing bright pink. It was true she had wanted him, she had watched him for a long time, but this was so sudden.

With another grin, biting on her neck so hard his teeth left an impression on the soft skin, he grasped her slip, yanking it down off her body, tearing it in his eagerness to unclothe her. “So beautiful.” He moaned, sucking on her neck again, leaving a red mark.

Vesta moaned, feeling her knees go weak under the sensations shooting through her body with each touch of the king’s skilled hands. She had heard tales, whispered conversations between the female servants, about the hambhamber prowess of the king. It was said when he decided on someone he wanted, no one on Arda, neither male nor female, could withstand the assault of his passion. Who Thranduil wanted, Thranduil got. She shuddered as he leaned down and bit her nipple, her knees weakening further at the assault. She also knew the king was renowned for the roughness of his passion, that his conquests were often left with bruises and bite marks for days afterward.

After a moment, he released her hands and stepped back. “I will take no one against their will, Vesta. If you do not want me, leave now. There will be no recriminations if you choose to not pursue this.” He stepped closer again, running a hand down her naked stomach. “But if you do choose to stay, you will do what I wish. I do not promise that there will be no pain, for pain and pleasure are often interlinked. What I do promise is to not leave you wanting. When you walk out of that door tomorrow morning, yill ill be satisfied and sated like you have never been before.” He twisted a nipple in his grasp, causing her to gasp. “But I have heard stories about you, my lady. I hear you like it rough, you like your partners to dominate you, to cause you pain. Once you agree to my terms, you will have no further say in what we do, with the exception that if you wish the night to end, for whatever reason, you will say the word ‘apples’. If you use that word, our encounter will end and you will dress and leave.” He stared at her for several seconds, allowing her time to consider his words. “Do you agree to those terms?”

She swallowed hard, but nodded. “I do, your highness.”

He grinned. “Excellent.” He grasped her hand and led her to the chair. Sitting down in it, he opened his robe, revealing that he was wearing nothing underneath. Her eyes widened at the sight laid out before her, feeling her throat grow dry. She had heard the others talk about what he looked like under his formal robes of office, but had never expected to see it herself. “Kneel.” He ordered, pulling her to the ground in front of him.

The hard muscles of his chest and stomach rippled under smooth, golden skin. Both nipples were pierced with small mithril rings, as was his navel. He wore long leather vambrances on both arms, his left one reaching nearly to his shoulder, his right, to his elbow. His mithril circlet held the long mane of golden hair back off his face, and matched a neckpiece that lay across his golden chest. As she watched, he removed the neckpiece and circlet and lay them on a table next to the chair. He stretched up, interlinking his fingers together behind his head, arching like a cat, then trailed one hand down the center of his chest. She followed the motion of his hand as it moved lower, brushing across his belly, then lower still, pulling on the dark gold hair surrounding his arousal. Grasping his shaft, he held it away from his body, then with a quick motion, grasped her hair and yanked her head down until her cheek touched his groin. “Suck me. But do not make me come, or the fun is over.”

She yelped slightly at the pain, but did as he ordered, flicking her tongue across the tip before plunging her mouth down over him. She gagged as he pushed her further down on him, before relaxing her throat muscles and taking him in fully. She heard him gasping softly as she swallowed several times, massaging the tip of his erection with her throat. He leaned forward, and before she realized what he was doing, had removed his sash and quickly but firmly tied her hands behind her back. She glanced up at him, but said nothing, continuing her actions on his member. He was beginning to shiver under her actions, and recognizing the signs of his approaching orgasm, quickly pulled away. He gasped several times before nodding. “Good. You are good with that mouth, woman.”

Quickly standing, he roughly grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to her feet. Pushing her toward the bed, he shoved her down on it face first. Her hands were untied and pulled to her front, but before she could react, were retied and pulled over her head and tied to the bed post. Her legs were spread as her feet were also tied, and she lay exposed in the cool air of the room. She turned her head to see what he was doing, earning a halap lap on her buttocks. “Do not look at me. You are not to see what I am doing, is that clear?” She nodded, closing her eyes to resist the temptation to look again.

But a moment later, a cloth was tied around her eyes, restricting her vision, and she shivered as she heard Thranduil chuckle softly. “I know you silly mortals. You could not resist the temptation.” She shivered as she felt a hand traveling down her backside. “So lovely. Such smooth, untouched skin.” After a moment, she heard him move away and open a drawer. Returning to her side, she shivered again as she felt something smooth and cool trail down her back. She thought it might be leather, perhaps a leather whip of some type? Thranduil flicked his wrist and the whip laid across her buttocks, not hard enough to sting, just enough to allow her to feel it.

“You are probably wondering what I am going to do.” He growled into her ear, biting her lobe again. “Perhaps I lied earlier. Perhaps you were brought here for a punishment. Do you know what you are being punished for?” She quickly shook her head. “For making the king all hot and bothered when he is trying to conduct council. Do you know what the penalty is for arousing the king, Vesta?” She shook her head again. “You are to be whipped. Whipped until your skin is angry red. I will not make you bleed, but it will be painful. Do you agree? Have you been a naughty girl? Do you need to be punished?”

“Yes.....I ..I have been a bad girl, my lord. I need to be punished.”

“Very good, very good.....” He flicked his wrist again, and this time the whip slapped across her buttocks, leaving a long pink stripe which quickly faded. She hissed at the pain, but said nothing. Another slap, another hiss, as he carefully covered every square inch of her buttocks, her back, the backs of her legs. Vesta bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out at each new slap, the blindfold not allowing her to know where she would be struck next. She shifted uncomfortably on the bed, the ache between her legs beginning to bother her more than the stinging on her back. Finally he stopped and she breathed hard, her rising arousal making her squirm on the bed. She heard him move closer and nuzzle his face between her spread legs. “Mmmm. Oh you like pain, you like it very much. You are very aroused, my lady. Very aroused indeed.”

With a quick motion, he lifted her to her knees, pulling her legs further apart. Shoving her face into the pillow, he spread her cheeks and swiped his tongue over her puckered entrance. She shuddered, pressing herself back against him as he pushed and pushed until he pushed his tongue inside. She groaned, pulling against her bonds as he wriggled his tongue inside of her, earning her a hard slap on her already tender buttocks. She yelped, but stilled her actions. He worked his tongue mercilessly, reaching around her hip to slip a bet between her folds, finding her center of pleasure and rubbing it firmly. She groaned, shoving her mouth deeper into the pillow. After a bit longer, he moved away and she gave a little gasp of dismay.

A moment later, she shivered again as she felt something warm and slippery dripped between her cheeks, then gasped as a long finger was quickly shoved inside of her. He had prepared her enough that it was not truly painful, but with not being able to see, it was a shock. Another stroke, and she gasped again as he again slapped her stinging bottom. But with each stroke, jolts of pleasure were shooting through her body, and when she felt him shift on the bed, she tensed, unsure what was coming next. She nearly screamed as she felt another oiled finger enter her at the same time his mouth came down on her sex, sucking and licking on her.

She could not help herself and pushed back hard against him, not surprised when he slapped her again, the sting sending another jolt of pleasure through her aching body. He continued sucking and licking on her as his fingers moved inside of her, bringing her close to her climax then backing off, not allowing her to reach it. She shuddered as she was denied again and again and again, her body beginning to ache from the tension that she felt each time she nearly reached her release.

After what seemed like hours, Thranduil’s mouth moved away from her sex, but his fingers still moved within her now throbbing opening. With a quick motion, he yanked her legs further apart and buried himself to the hilt in her dripping sex. She gasped, unused to the sensations of the dual penetration, but though he was large, and the fit was not easy, neither was it painful. He began thrusting quickly, the fingers in her anus moving in time with the thrusts of his hips into her. She gasped and he brought his hand up, slapping her sore bottom hard, then soothing it with gentle fingers.

Another stroke, another slap. Vesta’s eyes were clenched tightly now, the pleasure in her body nearly unbearable as Thranduil alternated hard slaps on her buttocks with quick rubs of her clitoris. His pace was maddening, how he would thrust quickly, bringing her ever so close to her climax, before slowing down nearly to a stop, pulling her back from the edge, then quickening once again. She could do nothing but let him pound her into the mattress, her muscles havlonglong since given out.

Finally he leaned forward, and quickening his pace, driving into her so hard she thought he might drive her right through the mattress and onto the floor, leaned forward and bit the back of her neck. Her body clenched in the first throes of orgasm, and she clenched her eyes shut, expecting him to bring her back once again, but this time, he kept up his actions, driving into her until she screamed with a breath she did not even know she had, her climax crashing over her like a wave. A moment later, she heard him shout and the warmth of his seed as he too reached his release.

She lost all sense of time as her body bucked and writhed under him, lost in the throes of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. It might have lasted a second, or a year, she could not tell. Finally it was over and she collapsed to the mattress, breathing hard, feeling him collapse against her back. Her head swam, vaguely aware of the weight against her back being removed, feeling herself rolled over onto her side and cradled against his broad chest.

She lay there for many minutes, trying to catch her breath, clutching him tightly, as if she was drowning. When she finally began to come to awareness, she realized she was laying against his side, cradled in his arms, and he was laying soft kisses on her neck and shoulders, whispering softly to her in Elvish.

Finally she looked up at him, and the haughty smirk of earlier was gone, replaced by a soft, almost gentle smile. She could not help smiling as well, vaguely wondering when her bonds and her blindfold had been removed. He leaned down to gently kiss her forehead. “So did I keep my promise to you, my lady?” He said softly, and she shivered at how his voice rumbled in his chest. “Did I satisfy you like you never have been before?” She nodded, stretching up to kiss him.

“Mmmmm. Your rewards are most satisfying, sire.” She grinned. “And I would hope I did the same for you.” She whispered.

“Aye, that you did, my lady. That you did.” He kissed her forehead and pulled her closer against his side. “Rest now my lady. Rest...”

She closed her eyes and sighed, before long, drifting into a deep, dreamless sleep, feeling safe and protected in the powerful arms of her king....

END