Chapter 21

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The Woodland Halls: The Gardens of the Brook

Slowly, almost as if to tease her, he began to untie the silken strings of her bodice with one hand, his other still pleasuring her between her thighs.

Opening the bodice wide he allowed it to slip from her shoulders, down her torso, and, removing his fingers from inside of her, down her slender frame to the grass and tree roots underfoot. 

Her cheeks flushed with heat as he looked down to admire her nakedness. "Such a thing of beauty..." He had thought to himself as his eyes trailed back up her body to gaze into her eyes.

She was such a delicate creature, standing only but a little taller than the average elleth. Her milky skin was soft to his touch, her breasts firm and supple when he gently took them into his hands.

He had barely noticed her own nimble fingers were unlacing the ties of his leggings, he had been so entranced at her beauty. Yet he allowed her and it amused him to see her eyes widen in surprise when

she finally unclothed him fully. She gazed on in awe as she traced her fingertips along his broad shoulders, sliding them gracefully down the well defined musculature of his chest and abdomen. Thranduil was more well built than his son, perhaps due to his taller stature and broadness. He was a warrior of the sword as well, needing to be well muscled to enable the ability to wield the heavy steel of his weapon with utmost efficiency. Legolas, though well defined himself, was more lean than his father, giving him the agility needed of a hunter and an archer.

Her eyes widened when it fell upon his hard erection that throbbed for her as she traced her fingers over it's tip. He was indeed....very well endowed. 

He caught her off-guard when he suddenly took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking her taught nipple lavishly and with fervor. She gripped at his hair tightly from the sensation, letting out a gasp of pleasure as he began to stroke her pearl again, her loins already near dripping with desire.

"Thranduil...my king...." She breathed heavily, her eyes glazed and her body shivering as she relished in the intense sensations he was creating for her. With his mouth still around her nipple he looked up to her then, grinning through his sucking at seeing her so overwhelmed and close to reaching her orgasm.

"Please..." She moaned, her head arching back against the tree, her body squirming. Her begging only made him suck harder, teasing her even more with his fingers.

With one swift tug she pulled back on his long silven hair as she moaned in ecstasy, this time taking him off-guard. She could no longer endure the spasms of pleasure as she came in orgasm.

He looked at her slightly surprised that she had yanked his hair so sharply, yet he grinning at her then, satisfied that she was wanting even more.

"Let me feel your girth..." She moaned, pushing her hips forward to rub against his pulsating loins. 

She had not needed to say another word for he lifted her up against the tree, taking her firmly by her buttocks to lift her onto his throbbing member, wrapping her legs around his waist as he did. 

He allowed a soft moan escape his lips as he slid his full length deep into her. The burning heat of her inner sex sent his feelings wild and he could not help but plunge into her hard and deep, pulling her body tightly to his as he took her in.

Her sounds of rapture in his ear fed his lust, and she took his mouth into hers in another deeply impassioned kiss.

Slowly, with her still mounted upon him, he slid down to the grass below so that she now straddled his lap. Pulling away from their kiss she gazed at him, slightly surprised at this. Did he want her to control him? The look in his eyes as he watched her compelled her to attempt taking charge. Thus she began to grind her hips against his, arching herself back slightly to allow him a deeper angle. He let out a soft gasp when she did, for this angle tightened her around him. He supported her weight with an arm as she arched herself back further, caressing her breasts with his free hand. 

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