Smaug's daughter

Lady of Fire

very NSFW

Thranduil held me in his arms as I regained my breath, then he retracted from me and lifted me up bridal style, carrying my boneless body through a door to another grandiose chamber. I was too spent to give a fuck about where he was taking me.

I must have passed out at some point, but I came to when he sat us down in a big pool with blessedly warm water. I sighed contentedly as the water enveloped me. He gently placed me down on an indented space by the edge of the pool and grabbed something from a shelf. I could barely keep my eyes open.

"Turn around."

Blinking tiredly, I did as told, idly wondering if he was planning on drowning me now, but not finding it in me to care.

His hands guided my body backwards into the water. Was he really going to drown me? I looked up at him, but he didn't look like someone who was planning on such an action. He looked preoccupied with wetting my messy hair. Guiding me back to a sitting position, he started lathering my hair with some kind of elf-shampoo. It smelled really good. Like a very expensive organic shampoo you could only get from this one fancy hairdresser. When he started massaging my scalp I couldn't help but moan. It was heaven. No man had ever washed my hair before without me paying for it. But I suppose Thranduil wasn't your average kind of guy. He was an elven King. An elven King who was washing my hair. I didn't know whether I was in a coma or dead, or was actually stuck in this world now, but right now it didn't matter because I'd been fucked by Thranduil and he was now washing my hair...

He grabbed a flagon and guided my head backwards so he could rinse my hair. I stared at the ceiling. It was carved, mimicking a starry night sky. I wondered how they did that without electricity. Thranduil was sitting directly behind me, I could feel the proximity of his strong thighs on the outside of mine. The smell of him was still intoxicating. My eyes closed as he put some type of conditioner in my hair, massaging my scalp again. Would it be so wrong if I was stuck here? I wasn't exactly living the most exciting life in my world. I wasn't close to my family, had actually moved to another country to get some space between me and the town I had grown up in. I was studying something I didn't care much for other than the fact that I knew it would make me financially secure enough, so that I would never have to ask anything of anyone, never have to beg for scraps - if I was ever able to pay off my loans though. The cost of living was pretty impossible these days. No, what I would miss the most, would be my friends. I had many: people I talked to every day, and some I met more rarely but always felt like no time had passed in between. And I loved my friends. My romantic life wasn't much to brag about. I never seemed to find anyone that I... tolerated. Gender didn't matter, every time I tried to go on a date, be it through tinder or common friends, I always got the ick. The only time I could get through having sex was having one night stands - and I'd had plenty - because then I never had to meet them again and would avoid getting the inevitable ick. But I was fine with that. Had come to terms with the fact that I'd probably never find someone, which was why I had so many friends.

After Thranduil had rinsed my hair free of the conditioner I turned around to face him. He seemed sated, but also suspicious. His eyes were somewhat inhospitable. He grabbed soap and offered it to me. I took it, thankful he didn't insist on washing the rest of me too, instead we both soaped ourselves up while watching the other. It was rather erotic.

Getting the flagon again, he poured the warm water over me before himself. When we were both done, we were facing each other, sitting knees to knees. My eyes lingered by his lips before they went to his cheek cheek where I knew he was hiding the dragon fire damage. I lifted my hand to caress it, but he grabbed my wrist before I got the chance. His eyes narrowed in distrust.

"Are you not going to interrogate me?" I asked, making no effort to pull my hand back.

He gave me an apprehensive smile, letting go of my hand. "I know the one who calls himself king claims to be out on a noble quest. A quest to reclaim a homeland." - "And to slay a dragon."