A Warm Welcome

Title: A Warm Welcome
Authors: Gwynhyffar and Danae
Universe: Middle-earth/AU
Summary: Aerlinn returns from a relief mission in the south of
Mirkwood. Thranduil obviously missed her (heh).
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.
WARNINGS: BDSM smut - This story contains consensual BDSM situations.
If you have issues with BDSM, this is not the story for you.


*****Part the First*****

The grin on Thranduil's face as he silently walked up behind Aerlinn
could only be described as lecherous. She was so engrossed in the
task at hand she had not even heard him enter the room. Without
making a sound, he approached. With the legendary swiftness of his
people, he grabbed her from behind, pulled the shoulder of her gown
aside and sank his teeth into the tender nerve cluster just above her
collarbone. Aerlinn dropped the parchment from her hand and
momentarily lost her breath. Barely able to stifle the scream that
threatened her lips, she whimpered and clutched the king's arm,
losing herself in the moment. The king wrapped an arm around her
waist. When he felt Aerlinn reach for his arm, he strengthened his
bite and tightened his hold on her waist. He slowly lifted his head,
pulling at her skin as he did and causing her to rise up to her
tiptoes. Her whimpers became squeaks as the king seemed to lift her
off of the ground, her legs losing all ability to support her. After
feeling Aerlinn go limp in his arms, Thranduil released his hold on
her shoulder and kissed the quickly forming bruise as he chuckled
softly.

"I have missed you, my pet," he said as he swept her into his arms
and sat down pulling her onto his lap. She sat for a moment not
speaking leaning against him, feeling every breath in her body
acutely. "I....missed....you."

It had really only been two weeks that Aerlinn had been away
delivering supplies as part of the southern relief project she helped
to organize, but to Thranduil it felt as if it were an age. He let
one elegant finger trail down the bodice of Aerlinn's gown, lightly
brushing over her breast, "I trust your escort was adequate?" he
inquired, though he knew full well that the caravan had been more
than well-protected. He had no intention of allowing anything to
happen to the party transporting the supplies and especially to
Aerlinn, as they ventured into the darker recesses of the Woodland
Realm to aid those still living in the forest south of the caves that
served as his palace and stronghold.

She smiled softly. "Yes my king, I was...more than protected."
Bordering on stifling at times, she thought to herself, but she knew
why, and let him do it. He protected her and his whole kingdom.
She kissed his neck softly happy to be back in his strong arms.

Thranduil smiled wryly as small bumps rose on his skin under
Aerlinn's tender kiss. He brought his hand back up to her breast,
cupping it from underneath and leaned forward, whispering in her
ear, "do you trust your king?"

Aerlinn froze a moment, swallowing. "Yes sire, I do."

"Completely?" He gave her breast a gentle squeeze.

She breathed in deep. "Yes sire."

Thranduil slid his hand to her nipple, that was beginning to perk up
and took it between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched lightly at
first, then slowly increased the pressure and wrapped his other arm
around her waist as he leaned back in the large overstuff chair.
Aerlinn's gasp held noise as he continued to apply pressure. She bit
her lip trying to stop the sound as Thranduil continued increasing
the pressure until he was pinching quite hard. He took a handful of
Aerlinn's hair and pulled her head back. As he held her nipple
tightly between his fingers, he nipped at her ear lobe. Not wanting
to leave her other nipple untouched, the king finally let go of the
one he was pinching and found the other, pinching it equally as hard
as the last.

"I hope you had no plans for this evening, melethril. I have made
plans for us" he growled into her ear.

Aerlinn shook her head, and even in her pain a thrill managed to run
up her body at his growl. "No plans, Sire. None at all."

Thranduil released Aerlinn's nipple and caressed it through the light
fabric of her gown, "Good," he said very matter-of-factly. "If you
had other plans you would have had to miss them. I have no intention
of letting you out of my sight this evening." Keeping his hand
wrapped in her hair, he pulled her head to the side and kissed the
base of her neck, then out over her shoulder, coming to the bruised
area he had bitten just minutes before. With a wicked smile he
pressed his finger into the darkened spot.

This time she couldn't stop it. A yelp escaped her lips before she
managed to press them together. Even then she squeaked softly, "Well
I'm glad that worked out then."

Thranduil chuckled as he let go of Aerlinn's hair. With the deftness
of years of practice, he reached down and slowly began unbuttoning
the bodice of her gown, lightly brushing a finger over her skin as he
worked his way down. Her heart was racing as his fingers ran along
her. His touch was a thrill to her, and she longed to aide his way
by ripping open her gown but let him work, let him lead. The king
could feel that Aerlinn was growing anxious, and he was very much
enjoying making her wait even though he was tempted to just throw her
down and have his way with her. But no, he would take his time and in
time he would have her begging. Aerlinn's desire was growing as
Thranduil continued his achingly slow removal of her garment. Her
frustration and her longing growing with every touch, she could feel
the beginnings of a tremble starting with her fingertips. The king
could feel Aerlinn's every reaction and revelled in them. He
ignored, for now, the stirring he himself was feeling and focused on
the task at hand.

Unbuttoning the last button and bodice of Aerlinn's gown, Thranduil
pulled her back against his chest and nuzzled into her neck, kissing
his way up. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and breathed into
her ear as he closed his eyes. Moaning slightly, he whispered, "I am
going to spank you, meleth-nin," directly into her ear, "just because
I want to." Aerlinn felt her eyelids flutter at the prospect, the
desire she thought could go no further without culmination went.

"I am yours, hir nin, to do with as you will."

Thranduil chuckled to himself, "indeed you are," he said as he
crossed his arms in front of her and cupped her breasts in his hands,
kneading and caressing them. Sliding the bodice of her gown off her
shoulders and down to her waist, he sensed that his declaration of
intent to spank Aerlinn had added to her excitement. Her entire body
was now reacting, whether voluntary or not, to every slight touch of
his hand or breath on her skin. "The only thing I have yet to
decide," he whispered to her, "is how hard." Letting go of one
breast, he slid his hand slowly down her belly with just the very tip
of his finger touching her skin, "what is it that you long for when
you are thinking of these times with your king? When you ponder the
feel of my hand," he slid his hand further down, then circled around
her waist and reached underneath, cupping her bottom and
squeezing, "on your tender skin?"

Aerlinn closed her eyes and breathed in the very essence of her
lover, feeling him envelop her. "I long for your touch, and your
caress and you, and I long...." she paused, then took a breath to
continue, "I want you to hurt me."

That was almost exactly what Thranduil had been waiting to hear.
Almost. He quickly jerked his hand out from under her and grabbed a
handful of hair, pulling her head back sharply as he pinched her
nipple tightly between his thumb and forefinger. "Is that how you ask
nicely?" His voice was hard and unyielding. "I know that you know how
to ask nicely."

Aerlinn felt a real shudder run through her body. "No sire, I
apologize."

Feeling her shudder and knowing her anticipation was steadily
increasing, Thranduil decided to push a little harder. He twisted
her nipple just enough to let her feel the increase in
intensity. "Ask me again… nicely."

Aerlinn seemed to feel the emotion rise up through her body and into
her throat but she held it at bay. She wanted to scream in release,
but she wanted more to say what he wanted...what she wanted. "Would
you hurt me, please?"

Thranduil twisted harder, "Would you hurt me please… what?"

A loud whimper escaped her, how could she have forgotten? "Would you
hurt me please hir nin?"

Thranduil let go of Aerlinn's nipple and lightly ran his fingers
between her breasts, just enjoying the feel of her skin. "I would be
delighted to hurt you, mir nin," he said breathing into her ear.

~tbc~