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braveclementine · 5 days

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October 22- Mirror Sex (Legolas) 💙

Warnings: 18+ readers only, angst, mirror sex, prince kink, princess kink, oral sex

Copyright: I do not own Legolas or any other LOTR characters. Annerose is a made up character, but she's barely mentioned and I don't own names either. I also do not condone any copying of this.

You gazed as the gorgeous man in front of you. Well, not so much of a man as he was an elf, one of the ancient race and you knew there was a difference- to them of course. Such a difference that the relationship between you and Legolas was kept a secret. It wasn't entirely forbidden, but Legolas was the son of an elf King.

Your eyes trailed down his body. He had the perfect physique- as all of the elven men and women seemed to. Thin, but still fit and muscular. Long luscious blond hair and a pretty face, but still manly at the same time.

You always felt rather. . . well ugly was a blunt word, but it still fit. Unflattering, perhaps. You knew among common mortals- as Legolas might put it- you were decently pretty, even in your own eyes, but amongst the elves. . .

Legolas was a man and beautiful. The women were something completely different. You still didn't know how Legolas could prefer you when he had so many female elves that would love to court with him.

"You're staring." Legolas murmured softly, feeling your eyes burning into him. He opened them, his brown eyes meeting your E/C ones. Though you looked away, he could still read the emotions in them, sliding a hand across your hand. "Y/N, you are beautiful."

You flushed, looking away completely. It was very easy for him to say it, of course. But it didn't mean anything. Not when you couldn't see it yourself.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Always self-conscious of the maid that came in to serve the two of you, you quickly slumped back into the sheets, feigning sleep while Legolas chuckled softly.

You knew which elf it was the minute he greeted her by name. The elf with the silvery blue hair and large purple eyes. She was so beautiful you couldn't even believe she was a maid and even more surprised that Legolas had not had any sort of relations with her before meeting you. It had been rumored that they had, after all. But Legolas always told you the truth about whatever you asked. If he said they hadn't, then they hadn't.

"Good morning my Prince." Annerose murmured softly, the sounds of clinking dishes being set on a tray near the bed.

"Good morning Annerose." Legolas murmured back quietly, his hand landing gently on your shoulder blades.

"Um, my Prince!" Annerose said quickly, as though wanting to speak before you woke up, "I. . . there have been. . . well pardon me if this sounds forward. But you are our future King and some of the other servants. . . we've been worried about you."

"Oh?" Legolas questioned. You could heard the curiosity in his voice. "For what reason?"

Annerose hesitated a long time before saying rather meekly. "I know this is rather forward of me, my Prince, and I'm sorry if this comes across as rude, but we have been worried if. . . if you are satisfied."

Your cheeks burned and Legolas hand stopped rubbing circles on your back. You held back anything you wanted to say or do, keeping up the pretense of sleep.

Legolas responded easily. "I can assure you that it is a needless worried. I am very satisfied, Annerose."

"Ah." Annerose sounded unhappy with this, but of course would never say so. "I'm glad my Prince. Well, if there is ever anything else, you shall ring the bell."

"Of course. Thank you." Legolas said, the edge of his tone clearly dismissive and then suddenly called out, "Annerose!"

"Yes, my Prince?" Her tone had the slightest hint of hope in it.

"Please, to clear all conscious and worries, let the others know that Y/N is to be my wife. They need not worry with my love, she is all I shall ever want." Legolas said.

Annerose said nothing more, leaving the room, the door closing behind her quietly.

Legolas said nothing, his hand leaving your back and you felt the bed dip as he got off of it, presumably to go and get the breakfast. You stayed laying where you were, hoping to fall back into an endless sleep and get away from the humiliation.

The bed dipped again, long lithe arms pulling you back against his chest. A sob had gotten stuck in your throat and you didn't dare let it out, so you kept your lips shut firmly, trying to even out your breathing.

"I know you're not asleep." Legolas murmured, stroking your hair back. "And I know her words hurt you. I'm sorry they were so thoughtless, my love."

You swallowed the sob down and once the lump was gone, you murmured softly. "I'm alright. Just tired."

"No you're not." Legolas saw right through you. "I know exactly what you need."

He started to kiss down the back of your spine, his lips leaving a feather trail of burning spots. His hands caressed you and when you finally opened your eyes, he picked you up, swinging you over to sit you on the end of the bed.

"Look." He murmured softly, looking straight at something, and then you realized that it was your reflection. The two of you were reflected in the tall, body-length mirror that sat in front of his bed. Gilded and wrought with silver and emeralds, your reflections were clear as day.

You were painfully aware of how plain you looked next to him and averted your eyes down to the carpet in front of the bed, but Legolas wasn't having any of it. His fingers lifted your chin until you were looking directly at the two of you again.

"What do you see?" Legolas asked softly, kissing the side of your neck, before meeting your eyes in the mirror.

"I see myself. And I see you." You stated stubbornly.

Legolas didn't back down. "How do you think of me?"

"You're gloriously beautiful." You replied immediately. "You're so ageless and fair, there's a gay light in your eyes at all times. Your hair is so silky and smooth, it glows. But you're also as regal as your father."

"And how do you think of yourself?" Legolas fingers were rubbing circles on the inside of your thigh now, slightly distracting you.

"Well, I haven't prettied myself up, so I look rather plain." You admitted, figuring that this was the game you were playing and it was time to put everything out in the open. "But then again, next to you, I'm always plain. I don't have any of your light and I don't have any elvish beauty. I wish I did. Annerose is so beautiful Legolas, I don't know how you didn't fall for her instead."

"Because she's not you." Legolas whispered, pulling the sheets away from your body so that you were exposed- the two of you having fallen asleep naked last night. You flushed a little as he ran his fingers through your H/C mons, before sliding two fingers into your cunt.

Legolas got off the bed, sliding to the floor in front of you. "Y/N, you're going to look into the mirror the entire time. You will not look away, you will not close your eyes, you will only look at yourself and focus on my words. You don't have to ask for permission or say anything at all. Your safe word is still in use, understand?"

"Yes." You murmured, letting your eyes stray down for a second, looking at the glorious Prince on his knees before you, before letting your eyes move back up to your own face.

Legolas licked a stripe through your folds, your legs shaking a little, threatening to close around his head.

"You know what I see?" Legolas asked, before diving back in for his feast. Though you knew that you didn't have to answer, you couldn't help the slightly snarky retort that rolled off your tongue.

"A human?"

Legolas lightly pinched the inside of your thigh, but otherwise didn't comment. He pulled away, replacing his tongue with his fingers and answered instead, "I see a beautiful young woman. Your hair shines in the sun, and when you have it down, it curls around your face, framing it, so that it softens your features."

You wanted to look down at him, but kept your eyes focused on the mirror, looking at yourself. It was the one thing Legolas had commanded from you, so you wanted to make sure you followed through.

"You have a different beauty." Legolas continued, placing light kisses on the inside of your thighs. "Something no elf has, even me. Mortal beauty Y/N. You are beautiful as a human and you don't even realize it."

'Well of course not.' You thought inside your head, staring into your own eyes, which reflected a bitter sadness back at you. 'Have you seen yourself?'

Legolas seemed to feel your emotions because he kissed the inside of your thigh and said, "Look. Look at yourself Princess."

Your heart fluttered with the nickname and you watched your cheeks redden just a tad. A new light was in your eyes as pleasure started to coil in your abdomen. One of your small hands came into view as you placed it lightly on Legolas' fair hair. You watched your slender fingers slide into his locks as he latched back onto your cunt.

You watched your own eyes widen, glistening lips parting a little as you let out a moan.

"Look how beautiful you are." Legolas mumbled, muffled slightly as he didn't let up eating you out. You let out another moan, his words causing vibrations against your lower lips. Your legs shook and you could see your cheeks turning pinker.

"My Prince. . ." You moaned, voice quavering as you started to read the apex of your orgasm. Legolas looked beautiful between your legs, your hand tightening in his hair, the golden-white locks bunching up. He looked almost disheveled now, if that was possible. . . and it was because of you.

Your eyes were even brighter now, almost glazed as you reached your pleasure, which felt like fire across your veins. Your body shook and you watched yourself in the mirror once more, before collapsing against the bed so that you could relax.

You stared up at Legolas as he knelt next to you, smiling a little like you were the most adorable thing he'd seen on Middle Earth. His hand stroked your cheek until you finally smiled back at him.

"Did you see your beauty?" Legolas asked softly.

You knew what he meant and you could see it. He was right, it was a different sort of beauty than perhaps he was thinking about, but it was beauty.

"Yes." You whispered.

"Do you know why you're mine?" Legolas whispered.

You blushed at that. "You love me."

"Exactly." Legolas said, picking you up into his arms now, cradling you as he brought you over to sit with the food so the two of you could eat. "I love you."

You burrowed into his side, glancing up and seeing the two of you in the mirror again. You smiled at your reflection and then said to Legolas, "I love you too."

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lovely-lavender-doll · 2 months

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Tonight is the night that you meet your wolf.

You twist your wrists idly against the manacles, feeling pressure where the cool metal meets your skin. It was your idea to apply the bindings early, despite the protestations of your knight.You want to be prepared for the worst, despite all of her reassurances.

She has talked you through what it feels like for her, but even having her repeat it for you half a dozen times, there is still ice in your stomach. You do not know what your wolf will feel like, not really.

The sun set a little while earlier, its final rays casting your room in a dapple of oranges and reds before giving way to the purples and blues of the evening. The doors and windows have been barred and locked in preparation.

You can hear nothing beyond your quickening breath and fluttering heart, your eyes locked with your knight’s. She is sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of you, and as she watches the rise and fall of your chest she cups your cheek in her palm, thumb tracing the line of your jaw in reassurance.

“I have you, Your Highness. Everything you will go through I have gone through many times now. You will be-”

You assume her next word is ‘fine’, but you don’t register it. All you can smell is the sweat clinging to her palms, all you can hear is the thrum of blood through her fingers.With an involuntary motion, your eyes drift to the side, trying to take in the shape of her hand. She smells so sweet, a heady aroma like buttercream and iron. It sets your mouth almost to watering, and you swallow to keep yourself from drooling.

She notices the movement and squeezes your cheek, returning your gaze to hers. The edges of her irises look like broken yolks, bleeding yellow inwards across their normal brown. Her breath is careful and measured, and instinctively you sync yours to it, the pounding in your chest slowing a hair.

You itch. She warned you about this, how your body would bristle and burn as the fur forces its way outwards. She holds you steady, blinking slow as her own gray-black coat emerges; standing in sharp contrast to the mix of creams and oranges now covering your forearms. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth as you roll it gingerly across your lengthening teeth.You hear a nightingale’s call from the courtyard and wonder how it would feel between your jaws. You strain forward with a gentle whine. Something cold and tight holds you in place, a cruelty whose purpose you cannot recall.

Some distant part of you remembers snatches of a conversation you must have had a lifetime ago. “Hold tight to any memories you can. They can pull you back if you feel like you’re losing yourself.” Memories. Easy things to find. Days upon days of courtly responsibilities, of tolerating veiled insults from nobles who you could tear to shreds without a second thought. The indignity of your mother assigning you a little spy. You wonder how her flesh might split beneath your claws, how her screams might sound to your sensitive ears. Days of locked doors and polite refusals and ‘this is not befitting of your station, Princess’ and ‘this is perhaps unwise, Princess’ and ‘thank you Princess, we will take it into consideration after we consult with your mother and father’. All the memories you grab hold of drip gobs of red through your mind like overripe plums, sticky and sweet and intoxicating and WHY can’t you move from this spot it is MADDENING and you open your jaws to scream as loud as your lungs can manage and-

You sputter out a choke as you feel claws at your throat, clamping your howl down before you can get it out. All of you burns as your eyes lock back to the wolf in front of you. This is your room. Who is she to be here, let alone to touch you like this? Your fur bristles, a low growl winds its way up from your strangled windpipe, and you lunge for her with every ounce of your strength. There is a terrible tearing sound and your nostrils fill with the tang of dust as whatever holds you to the wall snaps away, taking a chunk of the stone with it. You are on her in an instant, fangs sinking into her thick fur as she lets out a surprised yelp.

Her fur runs deeper than you think, and your fangs barely scratch the skin of her collar underneath, affording you just a drop or two of her sweet blood before she throws you from her with a low rumble of warning. You ignore it, of course. This is your room and she is an outsider. She may be bigger than you, but you are faster, at least at first. You dart around and at each other for a while, and you manage to score a few nips and scratches along her flanks before one of her paws catches you square alongside the head.

Your vision spins and you careen into the side of the bed frame with a thud. You stagger up but she is already in your face. The breath leaves you again as she slams a limb into the space below your ribs and you whimper. It is over now, you think. You feel her fangs clamp to the back of your neck. It is over. You will not expel her from here you will not escape it is over you are going to die now she is going to tear your throat away you are going to die here bile rises in your throat in fear but she is…she is not biting deeper. You cannot shake her, but all she does is growl low and hold you in place.

You yelp softly. She doesn’t move. You go limp in her jaws. She still does not move. You pant, willing your body to slow and to relax. Her smell is distantly familiar. You know this wolf, you think. You slow your breathing more and take in more of her scent. You love this wolf, you think. She stays unmoving as the tension drains from your muscles. Your hackles lower, your breath slows.After a few interminable minutes she relaxes her jaws and licks at your neck. You sag to the floor and she curls her body around yours as you tremble. You do not think your knight was ever in any real danger from you. After all, she is much more used to the wolf than you, made evident by how quickly she overpowered you. The thought you could have hurt her is upsetting though, and you give a soft whine as your eyes grow heavy.

You wake in the morning to find your knight still curled around you, an arm draped across your waist protectively. Your whole body aches, and even just yawning awake sends a pang through your jaw. The sun filtering in reveals the extent of your little misadventure last night. Claw marks all across your bed and dresser, torn blankets, shredded pillows, not to mention the manacles wrenched free from the wall. This is going to take a lot of obfuscation. Your knight murmurs in her sleep, pulling you tighter to her. You settle into her arms and let your eyes drift shut again. That can all come later. Your wolf needs rest, and lots of it.

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