Thranduil's slender fingers encircled the door knob, and he slipped into the chamber swiftly. It was quiet, bathed in the early morning light. His calculating glance first fell on the large oaken bed, which - to his displeasure - he found empty. The sound of splashing water, however, coming from the bathroom, caused the tips of his pointed ears to twitch almost imperceptibly as he closed the door behind him with renewed enthusiasm. An amused grin settled on his lips, and Thranduil strode further into the chamber with an air of demand. As if it were his own, he headed for the small settee which kindled warming memories in his mind and a fire in his loins.

When Meril left the bathroom and entered her chamber, she was surprised to see the King lounging on her settee. His broad back rested proudly against the backrest, his left leg hung over the armrest, while his forearm - strong and shapely by extensive sword practice - rested on his knee. In his other hand he held a glass filled with his favorite wine. Dorwinion, she smelled it in the air as the sweet, heavy scent of it immediately began to seduce her senses.

After a moment of silence, Meril narrowed her eyes and leaned nonchalantly against the door frame, a mischievous grin playing on her lips while her fingertips ran along the hem of her towel above her breasts whose generous curves were clearly visible. Her fingers traveled to her collarbone, where they lingered as she tilted her head slightly to the side, and she seductively bit her lower lip.

Thranduil's intense gaze was fixed on the trails of her hand as her fingers stroked above the hem of her towel, soft touches, to which only his own hands were entitled. A frown appeared on his flawless features when her fingers strolled over her cleavage. He felt his shaft twitch and suddenly, drawn by a deep inner restlessness, he shifted in the settee while his hand wandered up his thigh where it came to rest near his swelling hardness.

Meril rolled her right foot from her heel to her toes and stood motionless. Her towel parted and allowed him a peek in her bare knee. Delicate pale skin, still moist from her morning bath. Thranduil swallowed hard. His gaze wandered from her knee upwards, over the beige towel, well aware of the treasures hidden under its fluffy fabric. It stopped at her cleavage. Her damp hair hung loose over her shoulders, thick strands now dark golden, from whose tips tiny drops of water oozed onto her cleavage and from there, they rolled down until they were absorbed by the towel. Her bare skin was adorned with droplets of water which sparkled in the light of the rising sun as she gently rolled her shoulders.

Thranduil swallowed hard again and placed his glass on a nearby side table, his mind lost in a frantic attempt to control the boiling yearning already raging within him. It was pointless. A low grunt escaped his throat and rushed its way into freedom through his parted lips.

Meril pushed away from the door frame and approached him slowly. His eyes were hooded and glazed with lust, his hand now stroking his swelling shaft, a growing bulge that stretched the fabric of his leggings relentlessly. Meril stopped before him and her gaze left his hand, then it wandered slowly upwards until it lingered briefly over his lips. His tongue ran over the delicate skin of his lower lip, and now it was Meril who exhaled with longing. Her knees suddenly felt weak and she bit hard on her lip in an attempt to suppress a moan. She would not grant him this joy, not so easily, not so fast.

Skilfully she crawled onto his lap and straddled him. The inside of her thigh brushed his hardened manhood teasingly, and Thranduil dropped his head back while another grunt left his throat. He grabbed her hips tightly and his fingers dug greedily into the soft, ever-young flesh of her body. The deep groan that followed was louder than the previous one as she began to circle her hips over his length, thus massaging it.

Meril's hands brushed across his strong chest and traced his collarbones through the silky fabric of his royal tunic. Its top buttons were undone, revealing a glimpse of his chiseled , with a fluid movement, her fingers headed lower, until she felt the belt buckle through the fine fabric. Her skilful hands slipped under his tunic and swiftly unfastened the buckle. Meril pulled the leather belt off and held it in her hand. Thranduil cocked an eyebrow at her as she began to wound it round his right wrist. She ignored him, much too excited about her idea which had already caused her countless sleepless nights and very lustful, but - alas - forbidden dreams.

When the belt round his wrist was secured, she took its end and fumbled it behind his back. Meril reached for his other hand. To her delight, Thranduil gave in, his look calculating, but also heated. But before she could make a knot to fasten the belt, he hesitated. He pulled back his still free hand.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice velvety as silk, its tone threatening though.

A mischievous smile played on her lips and Meril eyed him teasingly. "I am trying to please my king," she said innocently and battered her long eyelashes at him.

"To please your king?" Thranduil sounded both astonished and intrigued.

Meril nodded. "This one here," she said raising his already bound hand, "…this is what I have been planning for a long time. However..." she paused briefly.

"However…?" repeated Thranduil in anticipation.

"However, I was unsure as to whether I would be allowed to do so," she confessed.

Thranduil cocked a brow at her. "And suddenly you think that you are allowed to do this... whatever you're up to," he began, raising his bound hand, glancing at it, only to stare once again into her clear blue eyes. "Why? What gives you this confidence?"

"Last night." Meril blushed slightly.

Thranduil shifted and moaned as his movement stimulated his shaft which was trapped between their bodies under Meril's weight. His gaze grew darker. "Do you actually believe that last night's events may allow you, let's say… such liberties?" he asked huskily.

Meril rolled her hips against his and Thranduil stifled a deep groan with difficulty.
"Yes," she sighed and rolled her hips again. Thranduil sat for a moment, tense and motionless, his eyes dark and full of lust and eagerness. His mind rejected her idea immediately, but his body was easily convinced by her seductive movements, her parted lips that he so wished to ravage, her soft hands on him, her mere presence that made his blood boil with passion every time he was with her. What had he done to him, this fair temptress?

Her glittering eyes hovered over the sensitive parts of his body. Thranduil saw her insatiable desire for him reflected in the depths of them and his passion for her grew to unimaginable proportions.

Meril waited impatiently for his decision. Would he engage in her game? To her amazement and delight, Thranduil offered her his other hand.
"Do not disappoint me," he warned, his icy blue eyes fixed on hers.

"What if I satisfy you?" She wanted to know. Yet she should have expected that he would not reply. She hummed contentedly as she placed his hand on the settee and grabbed the other end of his belt to tie it with it. "Try to free yourself," she said when she had finished and stood up.

Thranduil moved briefly, then looked at her sternly. "I am having a council meeting before the sun has fully risen," he declared impatiently.

"That gives us enough time," muttered Meriel who gazed at him seductively before her eyes wandered hungrily all over his body.

"Are you aware," said Thranduil in a hoarse voice, "…that whatever you do, I may pay you back?"

Meril looked at him enthusiastically but her expression changed quickly when he spoke again.

"I could also punish you ..." he added, his expression filled with dark lust. "If your ... game does not satisfy me."

Despite her initial concern, his words made the flames of desire blaze in her body and her expression was tense, almost lustful. She asked herself for a tiny moment what she would prefer, him paying her back, or his punishment... she had not yet experienced the latter. She shuddered and quickly discarded the thought.
"Is this a threat or a promise, my king?" Meril asked innocently when she had decided that both kinds of the king's attention had certain charms.

"That depends."

Meril knelt down and slowly stripped him of his leggings and his boots. Then she straddled his lap again, careful not to touch his shaft while doing so. Her skilful fingers began to unbutton his tunic slowly. Meril made sure that her fingers brushed the skin of his chest over and over again. Then she pushed the fabric aside and was overwhelmed by the sight of the defined muscles of his abdomen under his pale, silky skin. It was a sight she had already been accustomed to, which, however, brought the inner self of her to the boiling point every single time. These muscles would soon become very tense, she thought, as she ran her fingers teasingly over them.

Slowly she slipped back to the floor, her gaze steadily fixed on his eyes which pursued every movement of her. Meril rested her hands on his knees before they crawled upwards inch by inch. His skin grew hotter with each of her touches, his breath uneven as her fingertips brushed the skin of his lower abdomen before she pulled them back and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. It jerked and swelled further, shrouded inside the shelter of her warm and soft hands. She loved how he responded to her touch and her rosy lips formed a contented smile. Her grip was gentle but firm while her fingertips explored the velvety skin and the pulsating vein along the underside of his shaft which throbbed desperately for every form of attention from her. Meril spread his knees and shifted closer to him.

Thranduil closed his eyes and let his head fall back as her hot breath brushed the tip of his manhood. The uncontrolable twitching of his body made him buck his hips upwards. Meril's hot tongue left a damp trail on the sensitive skin as she licked along the side of his erection. Her hot breath sent shivers all over his body. He became too impatient and growled dangerously, but Meril had something else in mind than to satisfy him quickly. The kiss she placed on the tip of his shaft was agonizingly brief, almost imperceptible. As Thranduil buckled his hips again, she grabbed him and pushed him against the settee to hold him in place. Their eyes met, and Thranduil glowered at her while she just smiled and leaned forward again. This time, her tongue traced the vein on the underside of his throbbing shaft, and she was almost overcome with the desire to accept him and yield to his abandon without hesitation. But she did not.

He was her king, but there was also her dream that she wanted to fulfill while being awake, and besides, who knew how the king would pay her back? Or would he punish her? Her lips enveloped the tip of his hardness and her tongue touched the soft skin almost timidly as her grip on his hips tightened. Thranduil hissed when she pressed the tip of her tongue into the slit of his shaft. She could taste him, his excitement, his unbound lust, slowly dripping from it. Meril relished the taste and sucked his scepter almost reverently . He groaned loudly and she felt his strong hips struggle under her hands that still held him firmly. She knew he was playing along. He might not be able to get rid of the belt, but he could certainly get up if he wanted. But where would the King go, stark naked and bound with his own belt?

Meril looked up. Thranduil had closed his eyes, seemingly enraged, but at the same time lust-filled and greedy. The pale skin of his handsome face was adorned with small glowing beads of sweat that glittered like tiny white gems in the light of the morning sun. She licked the tip of his erection and Thranduil's face contorted with pleasure. His lips parted and the groan that escaped him sounded animalistic and exciting to her ears. She was momentarily tempted to release his hips and slide her hand between her thighs, but he would certainly notice it and punish her later. So she held him firmly as she wound her lips around his shaft again. This time she pushed forward, agonizingly slow. She engulfed its girth and enjoyed the sensation inside her mouth as it began to jerk with eagerness. Meril pushed deeper and sucked silky, warm skin of her inner cheeks pressed against his shaft, and Thranduil clenched his hands to fists. If he could only use his hands right now, he would grab her by her long hair and pull her frantically onto his hardness until he found his release to end this torture.

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. He relished the sight of her kneeling before him. She looked so helpless and obedient. Yet his expression darkened briefly as he instantly became aware of who was controlling whom in this instance. Then waves of lust twitched over his features and Thranduil moaned deeply as the tip of his manhood pressed against her throat. She sucked his length so feverishly that he thought he might lose his mind. Her tongue massaged the underside of his shaft before it traced the vein that bulged there. Thranduil felt the pulsation of this vein in his whole body and it seemed to him that even his heartbeat was dictated by this pulsation. His heart, as well as the fire in his loins, raced with desire. He made an attempt, but he was not able to free his hands.

Meril's mouth freed his hard length with a loud pop and she looked mischievously at him as she blew air against its sensitive tip, which made his shaft dance with stimulation. The king growled loudly and she licked over the tip before she reached for his balls which she cradled in her hand. They were full and they felt heavy inside her small hand as she gently massaged them. She held his hardness against his well defined abdomen as she licked along the seam of his testicles.

He pushed his hips forward and she placed one of his feet on the settee for better access. She licked his balls and her fingers caressed his shaft as they ran slowly up and down along his thick length, sometimes demanding, then again affectionately, an almost innocent touch which evoked in Thranduil pleasurable recollection of times vividly present in his mind, as if it had only happened yesterday. Her fingers wound around his hardness firmly and she squeezed gently as she began to pump him while she sucked his balls. Thranduil's breath came in shallow gasps, his abdominal muscles so tense that the sensation was almost painful to him. But Meril did not intend to release him soon. She had something else in mind.

It was painfully pleasurable, he thought, before his mind became clouded with utter lust. Her soft lips, her skilled tongue, the heat of her mouth, the dark cave which he so gladly explored, they all enchanted his senses. Thranduil shuddered as her thumb cautiously stroked the tip of his erection. The leather belt which held his hands bound, cut deeper into his wrists, and his already strained senses almost exploded at the addition of this sweet pain. Never before his deep desire for the flesh and warmth of an elleth had been mixed with physical pain. It was completely foreign to him and yet so incredibly intoxicating. It doubled his lust for her and her ministrations while it deepened his frustration. If he could only free his hands now... He growled dangerously low.

She felt his inner tension under her fingertips that rested on his thigh. With a last lick, she raised her head and smiled at him mischievously. Bereft of her attention, Thranduil opened his eyes abruptly and stared at her incredulously before his eyes grew dark and angry. The profound lust that lay in them, assured Meril that despite his fierce expression on his face, there was a part of him that craved for what she was doing.

She stood up and took a step backwards. Her hand brushed the towel around her body and her fingers lingered on the hem. Slowly she removed it, letting it pool onto the floor. Thranduil's eyes feasted on her body, the unusually -for an elleth- full, delicious curves, the alabaster skin slightly flushed in confirmation of her arousal. She seemed almost as excited as he was, he thought. He licked his lips and frowned dangerously as her hands began to wander over her body. Lower and lower, inch by inch.

A deep, angry growl escaped his throat as her hand traveled farther down, until her fingers trailed lazily over her mound, where they then lingered momentarily before her index finger slid into her folds that were slick with desire, finding the small pearl of pleasure that was now swollen and protruding from them. Thranduil frowned at her, and he studied her with a hard expression. How dared she touch the spot that should be accessible to him only?

"Stop it!" He hissed in a threatening tone as he tried to free his hands.

Meril parted her rosy lips and whimpered softly, her voice but a beautiful hum that made the bundle of lust in his groins vibrate.

Thranduil's gaze jerked upwards to meet her eyes and he became even more infuriated by her cunning smile. His shaft twitched as she whimpered again, louder this time. Her knees trembled slightly as her slender finger stopped to circle her pearl. It slid lower to enter her inner core. Her hips began to swing rhythmically and Thranduil's throat turned dry at the sight of her plump breasts engaging in a slow, enchanting dance. He lost track of time and place, his mind disoriented amidst a numbing haze as his eyes repeatedly darted from her firm breasts to her hand which was still lingering brazenly between her lascivious thighs. As much as her game aroused him, she was doing something forbidden, right before his eyes, and he could do nothing to stop her. Thranduil cursed the belt around his wrists, and a loud grunt vibrated in his chest that brought Meril back to reality.

She approached him and straddled his lap keeping a safe distance from his manhood. Thranduil trembled in anticipation and Meril ran her fingers through his long, silky smooth hair. Then she held his neck with her small hands and leaned forward. Her tongue ran over his lips and stopped at the corner of his mouth, before it traced back to the other corner. She circled his lips with her hot tongue and his breath, uneven and hot, brushed her face as he exhaled with a shudder. The fire in her body went ablaze as his tongue darted out to meet hers. Meril leaned back and ran a finger over his moist lips. She let out a soft moan as Thranduil wound his lips tightly around it and sucked it insatiably, licking her juices off it. She moved closer to her king, she could feel his wildly pulsing sceptre pressing against her flat stomach, making her eager body tremble with raw desire. She shifted even closer now, her hands buried in his hair, pulling it tightly.

His swollen manhood, dripping with proof of his desire, nudged against her opening and she slowly lowered herself onto him. Thranduil dropped his head back and gave out a deep moan as she let his erection enter her, inch by inch, until it was firmly embedded within her inner core. Her inner muscles massaged it as she consciously clenched them around his throbbing member before she released the pressure, causing Thranduil's protest. As he growled again, this time a dark and long growl, she slowly began to circle her hips and his shaft reciprocated by twitching uncontrollably within her core. Soft, velvety flesh, painfully swollen to its limits from unbound desire, was tightly embraced by the strong, rippled walls of her feminine depths that he had so deliciously explored countless times before.

Every time Thranduil took her - and that he did at any given opportunity - she often feared that the bed beneath their bodies would not withstand his fierce and demanding manifestations of lust. But now she was the one who had control over their pace, and she was enjoying it to the fullest. Meril concentrated on her movements and the king's shaft which was thriving with life inside her inner core.

Thranduil grunted loudly and his wrists ached as the belt cut deeper and deeper into the reddened flesh round his wrists. He wanted to touch every inch of her, he wanted to dig his fingers in her soft, warm flesh and feel her tremble beneath his dominating body, as he pounded into her with eager and demanding thrusts to elicit her deep, helpless moans. Sensual moans, which caused oceans of immense pleasure to swirl around his entire being. But he could not. He was bound.

Meril could feel the strong twitching of his shaft, then a sweet stillless, then another twitch, this time wilder and more aggressive, then stillness again... Before he could reach his climax, she lifted herself and stood up abruptly. Her gaze was directed to his hardness glimmering in the morning light, covered in her juices. Her sparkling eyes feasted on his panting body as she suspected that his throbbing member might have been frustrated by her sudden act of betrayal. Thranduil definitely was. Their eyes met and Meril knelt down before her king to soothe him. If he ever repaid her, he would make sure it would be much more torturous than her way. She was certain that he would make her beg for her release. Yet she would most likely receive his punishment. This thought aroused her even more and her body trembled in anticipation of the unknown.

At this thought, Meril placed one of her hands on her king's knee as her other hand slid between her legs, never for a moment her eyes leaving his own. He was obviously enraged now and she noticed he was almost imperceptibly shaking his head. With a hint of a smirk on her face she began to caress her pearl. Her eyes rolled and her face twisted in pleasure. This was what she had been so often relishing in her lustful dreams and even if he was her King, this one time she would take what she wanted, what her body demanded; and that was her release by pleasuring herself. And he would merely watch her, the great Elvenking, who at this moment lay powerless before her, unable to prevent her from doing what she had for so long desired. This idea excited her so much that she reached her peak almost instantly. Her fingernails dug into the skin of his knee and Meril wimpered sensually as her trembling body arched backwards before she dropped her head onto his lap where it rested for a few long moments.

Upon her climax his shaft twitched excitedly, yet he could not find his own release. It was swollen painfully, longing to be relieved from the pressure that had been built up there seemingly ages ago. Thranduil was almost lost in his seething anger now. How dared she defy him, the great Elvenking, so respected by his people and feared by his enemies? Yet a part of him that he had not been aware of before, had become so intolerably aroused by watching her pleasure herself. A strange contradiction, he thought. She had come right before his eyes, yet he had not been able to share her pleasure. He so desperately wanted to feel her contractions around his manhood as she came, he wanted to be the only one in control. As he had always been in complete control. Until this morning. His gaze darkened as he watched her drop her head onto his lap.

When her breath had evened, she silently sat up and her fingers ran in small circles over his knee, caressing the broken skin, the small bleeding scratches that her fingernails had left behind. Thranduil felt her hot breath approaching him as she leaned forward, and groaned desperately as she began to lick his shaft again. Her tongue playfully lapped at its tip before she enveloped her lips around it, taking him fully. Thranduil's hips bucked and he sank deeper into her. She swallowed, sucked and massaged him with her tongue, until she knew he was about to explode. Then she let go of his shaft with a loud pop.

Thranduil growled in frustration and despair as Meril licked its head. She stuck the tip of her tongue into the slit of his shaft before she enclosed her lips around him. She wound her arms round his narrow waist and her small hands cupped his, still bound and clenched to fists. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but it seemed to her that the king had become slightly relaxed. Perhaps he knew that she would now fulfill his desire.

Meril's tongue slashed over the tip of his erection, eagerly lapping up the small droplets, mere proof of his desperate need to find release. With a swift movement, she took him fully in her mouth, urging him into a long moan. Her nose brushed his muscular abdomen and she sucked him, again and again, and then she sensed it, the wave of uncontrolled lust which was about to flush down his body with relieving pleasure. Meril bobbed her head slightly up and down, her cheeks firmly pressed around his sceptre as he climaxed. Thranduil hissed and his shuddering body tensed as his hot seed spilled into her mouth and down her throat.

He groaned as she reduced the pressure. Her tongue pressed firmly against the still throbbing vein as she sat up, letting his manhood slowly slid out of her mouth. Meril began to lick the remrants of his seed off his shaft. When the last drop was removed, she placed a soft kiss on the tip of his softened length and looked up at him. Thranduil gazed at her, his eyes like the sea, untamed and wild amidst a heavy storm. His facial features were tense, still declaring his utter satisfaction.

This had certainly not been what the King had expected. He would usually come upon her like a wild storm in the middle of a tranquil night after their brief but sultry ministrations to each other, which in most cases, were solely directed on her as the king was always keen to take her at any time and in any possible way, too impatient for long acts of passionate preparations. But this time she had been able to take a liberty which he never before had allowed her. She had pleasured herself in a tandalizingly slow manner, and he had been left to watch powerless, deprived of his kingly pride, not having been allowed to make her reach her fulfillment by his own ministrations. Meril's body was filled with a new wave of lust as she revelled in these thoughts.

Slowly she sat back on her heels and tried to pull her hands back. To her astonishment, the king held her small hands tightly in his own, and did not seem to intend to free them. Her bewildered expression met his demeanor; it was stern and yet wickedly content.

"I'll untie you, my lord," she said softly, secretly hoping that he would not punish her immediately. But, oh yes, there was still that council meeting and her king never missed an appointment, nor had he ever been late. There was no time for her punishment. Knowing that it would have to be delayed, Meril freed his wrists from his belt, while a mischievous grin played on her lips.