October 26th
Cuddles
Ah...@mismaeve, here we have my own - very tame - version of Thranduil.
He's a favourite with anon requesters and so, I thought I'd include him in the line-up.
Lots of love from me...
Words: 452
Warnings: innuendo
“Oh great Elvenking,” you sniggered, “mighty scion of the noble blood of the ancient Sindar.”
Thranduil groaned loudly from under the covers.
“Venerated king of the Silvan Elves,” you went on, choking with laughter, “ruler of the beautiful Woodland Realm, what wouldst thou ask of me?”
Leaning against the sturdy door you had just opened to exit his bedchamber, you watched his lean, powerful form unfold like a late-blooming blossom amidst the pristine sheets woven of a thread so soft it had felt like the river’s water beneath your heated skin.
“Come back to bed,” he demanded in a booming, authoritative voice that left you entirely unfazed for you had known him for too long to be deceived by the regal airs he liked to swathe himself in as if to disguise his tender heart.
“To what purpose, my liege?” you teased mercilessly.
“Enough!” he roared, flopping back onto his strong back and extending both arms in a wordless plea.
What choice did you have?
Slamming the door shut again, you returned to the oasis of calm and safety and fell into his embrace as into a ravine of pure delight.
“Doth His Majesty yearn for sweet blandishments?” you asked softly, trailing your fingers lightly along the expanse of the dimly glistening skin stretching enchantingly over his sharp clavicles.
“I requisition generous cuddles,” he acquiesced in a dignified tone that belied the frivolity of his order, “by royal decree!”
Only too happy to oblige, you slipped your arms around his elegant body and pulled him closer to you and pressed eager kisses onto every patch of silken skin you could reach without letting go of him; finally, the tension, that was so much a part of him that it was inscribed into his very muscles, started to drain away under the fluttering caresses of your fingers wandering over his back and of your lips worshipping his form relentlessly.
A happy hum resounded as he slung his long legs around you as if to cage you, engulfing your cool body in the welcome warmth of his own, and tilted your head up by a gentle tap against your chin to capture your roving mouth in a passionate kiss.
“A gracious and generous king indeed,” you panted; your voice was laced with sunlight and indescribable bliss painted every word a different hue of the rainbow of your love.
“Indeed,” he agreed as he rolled you around to firmly pin you against the soft mattress. “And I shall have need of you for the rest of the morn. Deny not your ruler!”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Sire,” you giggled and let him exert his royal prerogatives over your body and soul only too gladly.
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happy wednesday!!
ya girl has been up for like an hour and a half.. mind you i slept for like 4 hours. this upcoming full moon/lunar eclipse is definitely eclipsing already.
i'm gonna enjoy a slow morning with some tea and homemade muffins.
come say hi!!!
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