Anastasia | Thranduil

A Night of Passion (LEMON)

WARNING: This entire chapter is pure sexy smut.

Thranduil ran his hands down my sides, sending a small shiver down my spine. I reconnected our lips and flipped us so that I was above him. The rush of power I experienced allowed me to confidently trace my fingers down his bare back and grind against his hard member through his clothing. The shortness of the dress did not allow for any underwear, which made the situation even more exciting as I thought of what the king's reaction might be. Invigorated, I tugged at Thranduil's pants impatiently which evoked a dark chuckle from him. He lifted his hips up and helped me slide the restricting clothing off, laughing when I threw them across the room disdainfully.

"Eager aren't you," he teased.

I shot him an innocent look before trailing kisses down his chest and stomach, silencing him as he took a sharp intake of breath.

"Ana-" he warned, but was cut off by a moan as I ran my tongue up his hard member and sucked on the tip gently.

With a grin, I moved up connected my hips with his to grind against his now bare member which revealed my lack of underwear. The king let out a gasp of surprised as his member slid across my bare folds. My hips stuttered as Thranduil made contact with my clit which he noticed immediately and made sure to rub against it rhythmically.

"Quite scandalous Anastasia, wearing nothing to give your king easier access. Perhaps you planned for this to happen," he smirked, reaching up and tearing the dress off of me easily.

"Samantha is going to kill me for that," I sighed.

The king flipped us over and pinned me against the bed, his eyes boring into mine with slight insecurity.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked seriously, searching my face for any kind of reaction.

Normally I would take this opportunity to tease him, but he looked so desperate that I could not bring myself to.

"Of course," I said lovingly, bringing my lips to his in a soft kiss.

When I retreated, there was no sign of Thranduil's previous uncertainty. He pinned my hands to the mattress above my head with one hand and used the other to caress my breast, forcing a muffled moan from my lips.

"You don't have to keep those delicious noises from me."


I blushed a deep red but let out a loud groan when he grasped my breast roughly, toying with my nipple between his fingers skillfully.

"Please-" I begged, lifting my hips up in search for friction.

The king brought his hand lower and rubbed my clit gently, barely touching it. Before I could raise myself closer for a harder touch, his other hand moved from pinning my hands to holding my waist against the bed.

"Don't," he warned, circling my nipple lightly with his wet tounge while stroking my clit as gently as possible.

This continued only for a moment before a moan escaped my lips, encouraging Thranduil who grinned and took my nipple into his mouth entirely while rubbing my clit harshly. The sudden change of pace made me nearly dripping in pleasure. The king's name fell from my lips like an unholy prayer as he slid a finger into me easily, using his thumb to still abuse my clit. The movement only stopped when I was so close to my high that I was shaking with pleasure.

"You're perfect," he moaned, lining himself up with my entrance and pushing in at a torturously slow pace as to not cause me any pain.

Shock crossed his perfect features for a moment when I snapped my hips up without warning, taking him in fully. My breathing sped up as he waited for my approval to move.

"Please," was all I could get out.

Instantly, the king was pumping into me slowly. One hand entangled itself in his hair while the other left light scratches on his back. I soon began to raise my hips up to his, matching his rhythm easily.

"Tell me if anything hurts," he ordered. 

The king repositioned himself before increasing the speed of his thrusts, soon reaching a speed that only an elf would be capable of. His name fell from my lips as a quiet but encouraging chant as my high approached rapidly.

A slight change in his angle allowed him to skillfully hit the spot inside of me that would be my undoing

"Thranduil," I gasped a warning.

My name left his lips in a near whisper as an orgasm ripped through me, my entire body tensing and shaking in pleasure as he repeatedly abused the most sensitive place inside of me in order to allow my high to last as long as possible. As I began to came down, a deep moan left my lover's lips and he released with a slight stutter of his hips, prolonging my pleasure even more. I pulled the king's head down towards mine to allow for a quick but passionate kiss before he removed his slowly softening member from inside me, leaving me feeling sore and empty.

"Beautiful," he marveled, kissing the top of my head softly before pulling my body against his gently.

I heard a faint proclamation of love as I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.