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It's Good To Be The King	By : Mel99Moe Category: +Third Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 5784 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“You are not who I was expecting,” Thranduil said with a raised eyebrow.

“I am sorry, Sire. I was not supposed to be here until tomorrow, but I was asked to come early,” Alya said, her voice low and wavering. King Thranduil was very intimidating.

Thranduil turned and went to a small table that held a carafe of wine and glasses. Alya watched how his green robe swished behind him and his hair lifted slightly in the breeze as he walked. She swallowed hard and waited, not speaking unless spoken to.

As Thranduil had his back turned to her, pouring the wine, he considered who she was and where he’d seen her. Ah, of course, she was the elleth he had locked eyes with at the celebration the night before. How odd that she was now here. And where was Lebeth? Suddenly a thought came to him. Lebeth was not at the dance last night either. Perhaps something happened, and this beauty was sent instead.

It was a fact that a mistress of the court did not always remain just that. She lived a very private life and only a select few (the King’s advisors) knew of her involvement. Still, she was, by no means, his mate. If by chance she met and fell in love with another, she was free to take that path and some lucky ellon ended up with a very experienced elleth trained by the King. It had happened before but not in a very long time. Thranduil wondered if this happened now. He had been away at the borders for a very long time. Lebeth could have made another life for herself in the meantime. She was not expected to discuss it with the King, but just to carry on without word. However, Lebeth was Thranduil’s favorite by far. No other elleth took care of him the way she did. Lebeth allowed him to relax. She took care of his needs in the most delicious way.

He turned back to Alya, a glass of wine in each hand, and walking back to where she stood. He handed her the glass but she refused. “I would prefer not to, Sire. If I am to be responsible, I would rather it be with a clear head,” she said. She thought it was odd that he would offer her wine right before setting off on her mission to Lake Town.

Her answer confused him slightly, but Thranduil would not accept no for an answer. “Go on my dear. Just a sip. It will relax you. You seem a bit uptight and I would rather that you were comfortable here with me.”

Alya took the glass. The King watched and waited for her to drink. She raised it to her lips and slowly tilted it just until the wine met her mouth. Thranduil watched the same scene play out in front of him. There was something about the way she sipped from a glass that made his blood race.

The wine instantly felt warm as it trickled down Alya’s throat. It was very pleasant, and it began to warm her body instantly. It was not just the wine that affected her now. Thranduil stood close to her. She could smell his masculine scent and it filled her head with thoughts of what he could do to her. It was beyond reckoning as to how she got into this situation, but here she was alone with the one elf she had always secretly desired. She thought she would have been ecstatic, being in this situation, but now she was nervous and fearful. What if he did not approve of her being the new messenger? This could mean the end to her lifelong dream of serving in the court. She had to calm herself and took a few more sips of the sweet wine.

“We have seen each other before have we not?” he said in that smooth voice.

“Yes, Sire, at the dance. I remember well.” How could she not? His eyes upon her felt like two hands feeling their way up and down her body. She remembered it feeling very erratic and improper, but very seductive and libidinous at the same time. Alya knew he hadn’t known who she was or he may not have gazed upon her with such hunger. Still, the King was very handsome, agile, knowledgeable, and powerful. What female in Middle-earth wouldn’t want him looking upon her in such a way? He was the mightiest of all elves and here she stood next to him sharing a glass of wine. Her heart began to pound but she took a deep breath and steadied herself. ‘It’s just the wine,’ she said to herself, and took another sip.

Thranduil took the glass from her when she was done drinking. He set them both down on his desk, which was nearby. Then he turned his eyes towards her once more. She wore a beautiful burgundy gown trimmed in gold thread that matched her long flowing hair. The gown was such that only one shoulder was covered. The other was bare. He imagined kissing the soft flesh of her neck and felt another twinge deep down. It was time to seduce that dress from her and claim his much-awaited prize. His eyes met hers and he started his game.

Alya was captured once more. How did he do this? Every time Thranduil’s eyes met hers, she froze. It could almost be considered fear, but for the fact that she did not want to flee.

“That is a beautiful dress. The color suits you quite well,” he said in a low soothing tone.

“Thank you, Sire. I must apologize though. My usual outfit was unavailable on such short notice,” she answered, and watched as Thranduil slowly stepped towards her. He closed in on her personal space and her first reaction was to back away. Thranduil only closed the distance again, and continued to do so with every step backwards that Alya took. Suddenly, she felt the coldness of stone on her bare back. She had backed into one of the large stone columns, and stilled her movement.

Thranduil stood close, so close that Alya could feel the heat from his body through his heavy garments. His eyes never left hers. They were hypnotic, mesmerizing in fact. Her heart began to race. Oh, he was gorgeous, she thought, but why was he behaving this way with her? Who was she? She was just a messenger and could hardly be called that. He was the King. He should be with some beautiful elleth who knew his likes and dislikes, who would answer to his beck and call.

Now that Thranduil had her where he wanted her, he slowly stepped around her as she stood back against the stone column. He could see her chest heaving in and out as she breathed heavily. He let his finger trace along her arm and felt her shiver slightly. “My dear, if you apologize for this lovely outfit,” he said as he circled behind her. “Then I can only imagine what else you might have worn,” he whispered in her ear, his fingers now tracing her other arm.

Alya stood perfectly still. The feel of Thranduil’s warm breath caressing her ear was almost too much, and his touch made every nerve in her body come alive. She dared not look him in his eyes for fear that she may never find her way back to reality. She knew now without a doubt that the King was trying to seduce her, and was doing a very fine job of it.

Thranduil finished his walk around her and came to stand in front of her again. He noticed how she avoided his gaze and wondered why Lebeth would have sent someone as inexperienced as her. He reached for her chin and turned her head to face him. Their eyes met and Alya gasped.

“My . . . my King,” she stuttered. “Is this how you greet all the new messengers?” she finally managed to say.

Thranduil did not move or drop his stare. He let this information sink in first. She is a messenger? It could not be, not with the way she was dressed, the way she smelled, and she made him feel so alive. However, Thranduil remained unmoved and showed no surprise. “Only the beautiful ones,” he answered. She may have been a messenger, but it was evident the affect he had on her. Not wanting the moment to end, he went along with it. “Perhaps my lady would care for a little more wine?” he asked picking up her glass again.

“Oh no, I do not think I should,” Alya said nervously.

“It is alright. I think this message has lost some of its urgency. It can wait a little while longer, perhaps until tomorrow.” He offered her the glass and would not remove it until she took it.

“Thank you, my King,” she said, accepting the glass.

“Perhaps a toast is in order,” he said lifting his glass. Alya smiled nervously and did the same. “To your new career as . . .” Here he paused and bore his eyes on her again. “. . . messenger.” He raised one eyebrow as he said it almost questioningly. They clinked glasses and sipped only once before Thranduil took the wine from her, setting them down once more.

“Well now, since it seems there is no more urgency to deliver this note, you will not mind if I ask you to stay a while longer,” he said, his finger reaching out and caressing a tendril of her golden hair. As he released it, his hand slightly grazed her bare shoulder.

Again, his touch warmed Alya. “I will gladly stay until you see fit to send me on my way, my King.” She could hardly control her breathing now. She no longer cared whether she still had a job or not. Now it was just her and her secret crush. She would do anything he asked of her. This may be her only chance ever to be in this position again. The King of Mirkwood was with her right now and only her. She was clay in his hands ready to be molded into whatever he desired. She gave into her feelings both inside and out.

“Good,” Thranduil said quite pleased. “And being you were prepared to go on this mission, I will assume you had no other plans?”

“No Sire, I have made no plans at all.” Alya could hardly believe it was she that spoke. Her blood coursed through her body as Thranduil stood in front of her where she was still pinned to the pillar.

Thranduil smiled and his eyes softened a bit. “You are very beautiful for a messenger. How is it you came to be in this profession?”

“It is merely a stepping stone. I hope to become a member of your court someday,” she answered.

“Ah the court, now that is a better suited career for one of such beauty and grace.” His hand roamed down her arm and came to rest at her waist. He could not help himself. He loved the feel of her. “Perhaps we can see where it is you might be needed most my lady.” His voice was melodic as he said this into her ear.

Alya closed her eyes, parted her lips and breathed deep when his warm breath swept across her ear. “Yes, my King,” she said in an airy voice, now completely given over to his seduction.

“The first thing I will have you do is to call me by my name. When we are alone we are equals and I will have you address me as thus.” His hand traveled along her belly.

“Alright . . . Thranduil.” Alya whispered. His name tasted sweet on her tongue as it flowed past her lips.

His body sprang to life at the sound of his name. Being the king, he was rarely addressed as such. It was just a simple request, but one that sounded so pleasant coming from her mouth. “Now let’s see, maybe a future as an advisor would suit you. Do you have any advice for me now?” He held a hand at each side of her waist.

“Advice? I’m not sure I understand your request,” she said.

“For instance, let us say I am not pleasing you. What would you have me do?” Thranduil loved playing this game. Sometimes it was nice to have the elleth direct him to her most pleasurable spots instead of trying to guess her delights.

“I would have you lower your hands,” she said and Thranduil’s hands traveled down her hips to her thighs.

“Ah, so you like to get right to the point,” he teased, and his hand found the slit in her dress. He slipped it inside and now caressed the bare skin of her thigh. He felt her hips jolt ever so slightly as he ran long fingers up her hip to find she wore nothing underneath the dress. He lowered his face to her neck and whispered. “I see you have come prepared.” Then he laid delicate kisses upon her neck.

Alya felt herself moisten as he kissed her delicate skin and touched her sides. Now she understood the reason for the slit in the dress. ‘Easy access,’ she said to herself and laughed.

Thranduil brought his hands back to her thighs and moved to the inside. He nudged them apart and she complied. Already, heat enveloped her body and he knew what he would find at her juncture. What he did not expect was for her to lift her leg and wrap it around his waist. He hummed a low growl in her ear and nibbled on her lobe. “Very nice,” he said, and let his hand explore what she offered. She was sensitive to his touch, and gyrating slightly with every new sensation. His fingers spread her moist folds and caressed her.

Alya gasped and released a moan she had been holding back. He touched her in every place that she loved, but she wanted more. She could tell that Thranduil did not want to be in total control. Of course, he would want something different in intimacy. All day he was giving orders. Now it seemed he wanted to receive them as well. After he touched and circled her center to the point that she ached she said, “I need to feel you inside me. Please, Thranduil.”

The King smiled to himself. This elleth was reading him like an open book. She understood him quite well already and saw his need to be commanded from time to time, but he also liked to regain that control when she least expected it. He came back to look into her eyes while still circling her, spreading her moisture. “Like this?” he said. He captured her lips and kissed her for the first time while sliding a long slender finger into her body. Alya moaned against his mouth as he worked his magic on her. Deeper he went until he felt her inner muscles begin to convulse. His thumb replaced the finger now buried deep within her, caressing her clit.

Alya was beyond ecstasy. She had wanted him so badly before he ever touched her and now her body was singing to his ministrations. She reached behind her; hands firmly planted on each side of the large tree shaped pillar and thrust her hips forward. Her leg was still wrapped around his waist and her head tilted back allowing him to lick and suck her neck.

Thranduil could feel her want for more and inserted a second finger moving within her and making her moans become higher in pitch. He thrust up into her as her hips came forward. The skirt of her burgundy dress hiked up so that her lower body was exposed. Thranduil’s cock was hard and pulsing. He wanted badly to sink into her, but he would have his turn next. Right now, she was his only concern. He knew from the feel of her convulsing muscles, she would not last much longer. He buried his face into her neck once more while he moved his fingers in and out of her wetness.

Alya was so close to completion. He was good at keeping her on the edge of her climax. He would not let her fall over the edge until he wanted her to. She was aching, needing to fulfill her journey into passion, but he would not let her go yet. “Please, finish me,” she begged.

“Say my name,” he demanded.

“Oh Thranduil,” she whispered and he brought her a little closer.

“Say it again,” he said and moved deeper.

“Thranduil,” she said a little louder. “Thranduil, yes Thranduil.”

Finally, he moved within her and brought her the pleasure she was seeking. He was rewarded with the most delicious voice screaming his name over and over and it sounded so good to his royal ears. Alya climaxed and released her slickness. Thranduil relished the feel. He would not wait any longer. He released her but held onto her raised leg. Alya let go of the pillar and brought her arms around his neck. They kissed with such fire as tongues caressed each other. Then he reached for her other thigh and lifted her, now holding her as her legs wrapped around his waist.

“I want you, now!” he demanded and carried her to his desk. “Lift your dress.”

She was still in a sated state but obeyed his command. Then he sat her down at the edge of the desk. Alya released her hold on his neck and came to look at him. Already he had thrown the cloak to the ground. His eyes once again scanned her body, this time knowing he would soon be buried within her. She watched in amazement as her fantasy came to life. Thranduil unhooked his tunic and shrugged it from his shoulders. Now he stood there in nothing but his leggings and her eyes grew wide at the immense bulge within them. Thranduil watched her reaction and noticed the surprise and hunger in her expression. He smiled to himself and moved closer to her.

“Would you mind?” he said gesturing for her to unlace the leather strands that held his straining cock quite uncomfortably within the tight leggings.

Alya licked her lips and started right away. She was no longer nervous and her fingers moved with ease as she unlaced him. She peeled the material down and unwrapped her bounty. Thranduil was hard as a rock and stood at attention. Slowly she took him in her hand, stroking him along his length with Thranduil watching her every move.

He cradled her face in his hands and bent down towards her. “By the gods you are so beautiful, Alya,” he whispered, and grazed her lips with his own. He slowly pressed his mouth onto hers, separating her lips with his tongue and searching for access to her sweet mouth. He felt her hands leave his arousal and move to his taught muscular rear.

Alya pulled him to her, digging her fingers into his flesh. Their kisses became hungrier. Thranduil pulled her hips closer to the edge of his desk. Her legs surrounded him. His hardened length was exposed to her moist heat. He rubbed himself over her center, slicking his hardness. Alya put her arms out behind her, hands on his desk and leaning back slightly. Thranduil leaned into her, kissing the tops her breasts still covered by the dress. He reached in and worked one breast out, took it into his mouth and sucked on her rosy nipple. She threw her head back, her long hair sweeping across signed papers. Thranduil assaulted her neck, biting and nipping her delicious flesh. Then he stood back up, adjusted his position, took his cock in his hand and guided it into her writhing body. He moaned as he eased himself in her warmth. Alya moaned and lifted her head to watch his face. His eyes were closed and lips parted as he set his rhythm. Still leaning back on her hands, she brought herself up a little more and watched the King pound into her body. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her to him and reaching deeper within her body. Thranduil’s own hips were thrusting towards her, filling her with every thrust. She writhed uncontrollably now, feeling her climax approach once more. Thranduil was close too, and opened his eyes to watch her reaction when he thrust deep and hard, feeling her body caress his own. She was moaning loudly, head thrown back again and a smile on her face.

This was Thranduil. This was her fantasy. This was really happening, and it was exquisite. “Yes Thranduil yes!” Alya yelled and she came like never before. It was the most delicious feeling, having him inside her, holding her, and pounding into her. She looked up as she heard him groan with pleasure. Thranduil held himself deep inside her now. His cock pulsated as his seed spilled. He threw his head back, his long golden hair sweeping down a muscular back. He stayed this way until he was spent of his essence, then came back to look at the beauty he held in his hands. It was only now that he realized he had lifted her from the desk. Her hands were the only thing that made contact with it. Sweat beaded on her skin as well as his. He lowered her back to the desk and leaned towards her, still buried and relishing the feel of her slick heat. Their breathing slowed as they kissed slow and steady. Eventually, Thranduil pulled from her and helped her to sit up.

Alya looked at Thranduil for a moment, almost afraid to touch him. Was he through with her? Would he expect her to leave? Would she be asked never to return? All these thoughts ran through her mind. They had joined in the heat of the moment. She did not expect anything like this to ever happen to her and was now worried what would happen next.

Thranduil felt her reserve and cupped her face in his hands. He kissed her passionately then came to look into her eyes. “What is wrong, love?” he asked concerned.

Alya looked away from him. “I am no fool. I know this is not a normal situation, and I am worried I have jeopardized any chance of becoming involved with the court.”

Thranduil took her chin in his fingers and forced her to look at him. “You, my dear, have nothing to worry about, but a position as a messenger is beneath your talents. You have made me feel something I have not felt in a long time. You have made me feel normal, not as a king, or a leader, but free to be myself. That is a talent I have not seen in a very long time. Alya, I offer you a place in my palace and a place at my side. I thought I had found what I was looking for, but you made me realize that I have not. You have made me feel more alive than I have in a millennia. Let me take care of you.”

Alya smiled. It was a generous offer and one that not many would pass up. “Thranduil, you are amazing, and this should be like a dream come true. However, I do not want to be just another lady of the court. I long for a life in court politics.”

“And you can have that,” he said, kissing her.

“I must do it on my own,” she said softly, while tucking his hair behind his ear. She felt his hope diminish slightly as she turned down his offer. All these years she held him high on a pedestal. Never did she think her dream of being with the King would ever come true, and never did she think he was so pragmatic. Could she really walk away from this? Would it really be that bad to live a life within the palace as Thranduil’s mistress? “Maybe. . .” she started but stopped herself.

Thranduil cocked his head, looking at her with question. “You are unlike any elleth I have known. You would turn down my offer and continue to seek a court position?” he questioned.

“It is my passion. It is what I want most.” Then her eyes grazed along his muscled chest and she smiled impishly. “Well, almost,” she teased.

Thranduil laughed. “You can still have this. I promise not to interfere. I only ask that you visit me from time to time, accompany me to a dance every now and again, spend an evening with me, here in my quarters when we see fit.”

“And you will be honest with me? You will not just advance me because I am your mistress?” she asked. Were they bargaining?

“I will have no say in the matter. I will not even recommend you. It will be completely out of my hands. This I promise,” he said. “Besides, there is only one thing I want in my hands,” he jested and captured her breast. “The decision is yours to make. I will not beg, but I will tell you that I do not want this to end just yet. As mistress, you are free to leave anytime. That is the one rule. Should the time come, you are free to leave the palace, no questions and no explanations.”

Alya looked at him long, searching his face for any sign that she should not do this, but all she saw was his compassion. Her fantasy had become reality and it was better than she could ever imagine. Thranduil wanted her and not just for an evening of delights. He wanted her with him and not just in secret. And she wanted him too. A smile slowly spread across her lips. “I accept,” she finally said.

“Good,” he replied simply, and then ravished the soft flesh of her breast that he still held in his hand. “But you will not be my messenger,” he said more stern.

“No?” she said raising an eyebrow questioningly.

“No. First of all, you were late. Secondly, you were not dressed in proper attire. And last . . .” Here he paused and kissed her wantonly, letting his fingers travel down to her slicked center. “You are too easily distracted.”

Alya laughed and then gasped as he very easily slid his ever-hardening cock back into her warmth. She moaned at the sudden surprise of being filled by him. “You see? You cannot keep focused,” he laughed softly before pumping into her once again and bringing her even more pleasure than the first time.

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As for Lebeth, Thranduil’s assumptions were correct. In the King’s absence, she did indeed meet and fall in love with a wonderful ellon who would make every one of her dreams come true. However, after being the King’s mistress for so many years, she would always carry a small torch for Thranduil, and she would not think of leaving him with nothing. Let us just say, Lebeth knew about the missing uniforms, the laundry schedule, and personally placed the burgundy gown in the closet. She considered it her parting gift for her beloved King of Mirkwood.

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