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Thranduil can not hide how quickly his face flames up at Beorn's explicit proposal. The color drains just as quickly at the thought of this massive creature fucking his brains out. There is no way he would even consider it.
By the time he reaches both of his guards. He paused wondering if 'that's the reason Beorn gave chase to his people through Mirkwood Forest. Because of an itch needing to be scratched. Anger swells up in him.
"Return to the stronghold. I will return shortly."
"My lord?! The captain exclaims.
"I'll be fine!" Thranduil snaps. " No harm has come to me, nor will it. Now go."
His guardsmen bowed their heads, reluctantly steering their mounts away to leave their king unprotected.
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Thranduil booms through the large door taking Beorn by surprise.
"Come back to make good on my offer?" He taunts the king.
Thranduil growls with irritation. "You will not," Thranduil began, "hunt my people down to have your sick way with them!" He bellows. "Keep off my lands and stay out of my woods! We will not be the object of your filthy fantasies! He seethes.
The teakettle slams hard on the table, rattling the table wares. Slowly Beorn stands. "What 'exactly' are you accusing me of elfking?"
"You know 'precisely' what I speak of changeling."
Beorn shoves the table away, sending it screeching across the room with dishes flying off onto the floor as he stalks towards Thranduil. Beorn looms over him looking at him hard in the eyes. "I would never conceive the notion of forcing anyone to take my cock!! He barks. "NEVER!"
Thranduil stands his ground, without so much as a flinch. He is not sure if Beorn will keep his anger in check but his long fingers touch at his hilt just in case, as he glowers back at him.
There have been no reports of such acts. He may have overreacted but still, why? "Again skinchanger. Answer my question." Thranduil gritted out. "Why are you persuing us!"
Gradually Beorns eyes begin to twinge with mirth then he humphs his shoulders. "I'm the only one of my kind...I bore easily." He walks away from Thranduil to return his table and it's things back to their proper places.
"I refuse to believe you were nipping at their heels just for a...laugh?"
"Your folk is a skittish lot if ever I seen any. It's the best fun I've ever had, getting under their pretty little skins as they try to best me." Beorn's face breaks into a grin, the length of his fangs are impressive and also very menacing which makes Thranduil cringe a bit.
"Besides, how else can I get your attention?" Thranduil blinks, stunned into silence.
Fun? He hardly looks like fun at all. Especially when in his altered state as a bear. Immediately his thoughts race back to the dirty details of the proposal. He admits to himself that he has always disliked Beorn. Mostly for his stubborn attitude and outright, blatant arrogance. He is hardly attracted to Beorn's overall appearance although his powerful and unyielding strength is extremely appealing.
Thranduil regards him a few moments more. "You sought me out?"
"Aye." Beorn confess reluctantly as he sits back down. "I like your woods. I roam your realm more than you know. Sometimes I hear things. Sometimes I see things. I see how you like to have your pleasure under the stars with those who serve you, male and female alike. And I hear how difficult it is for them to try and satisfy their king.
Beorn glances up at Thranduil and snorts, amused at his guest's appalled expression. Thranduil is not sure if he should be disturbed by Beorn's creeping about undetected or feel humiliated of how close he managed to get to obtain such intimate information of his sexual exploits.
Thranduil purses his lips. "You were spying on me?" He concluded-more as a statement.
"It was not intentional." Beorn grumbles looking away a bit shamefully, trying hard to hide the deep burn on his face. I just...wanted...I needed to be...around others. To hear their voices, laughing and singing and...conversing.
More like hearing gossiping geese. Thranduil thought dryly to himself.
Beorn bangs his fists on the table. His voice thick, filled with emotion. "Everyday I see no one. Everyday I hear no voices. Every day I feel...nothing..." He trails off.
"I lied to you elf. I wasn't bored. I was... ...lonely." Beorn takes several heaving breathes, struggling to keep calm but it is not helping until...
...a hand rests on his shoulder. The Sinda knows the pain of loss too well. He also know of the genocide of the Skinchangers long ago. Never really coming to terms with the death of his beloved queen, Thranduil would go insane with grief if he ever lost all of his people. It is unfathomable for Thranduil to even try to imagine how Beorn endured all these centuries alone after the decimation of his entire kindred race.
Beorn flinches from the touch, but Thranduil's hand remains firm. He is not ashamed of giving physical affection to this lonely creature. He suddenly wants to take away the aching hollow feelings that plagues this poor soul. Perhaps in return, Beorn can thrill him like no other.
Thranduil hears a sharp intake of breath and realize that this simple act of tenderness is more than Beorn can handle.
"Tell me again, changeling, how you will bend me over this hard table...spread my cheeks...and make me scream." The seductive words oozes from his lips like honey to Beorn's ears.
A lecherous smile creeps across Beorn's features as Thranduil's hand smooths down his massive chest.
"Careful." Beorn warns, leaning back in his chair, not quite looking at Thranduil. "I'll give ya what you're lookin' for."
Fisting a handful of Beorn's mane in his hand Thranduil jerks his head back asking, " What is it you think I'm seeking."
"You seek to be dominated."
Beorn reaches up grabbing Thranduil by the neck and flips him easily onto the table, again dishes scatters everywhere.
"They do not know, your lovers." Beorn rises, towering above Thranduil. "Do they? How to rule over...a ruler."
Thranduil don't like being taken by surprise. Fair warning would've been nice! Automatically he tries to defend himself.
One paw of a hand shoves him back hard in the chest, pinning Thranduil down. Grasping at a rock hard bicep with both hands, he tries to free himself from Beorn's grip.
"So obedient and loyal they are, but, they can not thrill you. Can they? For they seek to be thrilled by you. And it annoys you...do it not?
Thranduil stops his struggle shocked that the bear knows the truth of it.
Beorn jerks away one hand. In a test of strength Thranduil resists with all his might as Beorn arm wrestles his hand (with much effort) back and holds it above his head. The pressure from his chest is lifted as Thranduil's other hand is captured and forced up into the same position.
"Oh how you yearn to be challenged, how you crave to be pushed so close to the edge to fall utterly into the unknown."
Not used to being handled so roughly he reluctantly realize he is no match for Beorn hand-to-hand while laying on his back. Beorn owns the element of surprise this round.
"Yes." The word is barely a hiss from his lips. His crystal blue eyes penetrate Beorn's with undeniable want of something deeply carnal and forbidden. "I crave it. Searched for it. Now I have it. But, if I grant you your wish, will you behave?"
Beorn gives Thranduil one good look over. "My offer still stands. I will obey you King Thranduil and cease my harassment from this moment on.
Released from his grip Thranduil is very pleased to hear Beorn finally recognizes his title properly with respect and obeisance. He all but crooned each syllable of the king's name with a passionate almost spell-bound kind of vow. Ultimately, his subjects will be persued no longer.
"Strip."
"You are not getting off to a good start."Thranduil points out coldly."
"I'll be getting off soon enough." The bear grins."I will not pretend I know how to get ya outta all that metal.
He has a good point. With a demure finesse the king obeys. He unfastens his cape, flagrantly flipping it to the floor. His breast plate is next dropping hard after it. His gauntlets and greaves are the last to clank on top of the heap. Except for one last accessory.
Thranduil simply slips off his diadem and flicks it without a care onto the table for it to clink and twirl several times before settling. And there he stands, poised and beautiful.
Pulling him forward Beorn sniffs inhaling the deep timber of Thranduil's essence then briefly licks out his tongue to sample a taste. A fresh clean taste like life giving water to a creature dying of thirst.
Gently Thranduil brings his hand up to Beorn's chest. His long fingers splays through the coarse hair, his palm glides over the dark taut nipple. A low groan creeps out as that rough tongue flicks along Thranduil's neck, darting in and out of his tender ears.
Thranduil is somewhat surprised that Beorn is so docile and sedate. Hmph! he's a little too sober.
Thranduil looks up to face Beorn. "You have my trust, Beorn. Now, I dare you, make me scream."
Beorn draws back, his eyes burning with decades of pinned up desire. He submits to Thranduil's command and turns him around then pushes him forward and down onto the table, turning his golden head to the side holding it there. His leggings and breeches are forced down as his legs are spread apart. Thranduil's breath hitches, his cock swinging heavy and hard between his thighs with anticipation. His robes are hiked up before a pair of clawed thumbs kneads firmly at his fleshy cheeks.
There's a gruff sound of approval at the site of Thranduil's tight pink ring. It's a lovely thing to behold. Beorn will remember this for the rest of his days. He immediately shove his crotch up against Thranduil's ass.
Thranduil senses Beorn's over-eagerness and snaps his head back to look at him. For one startling moment, Thranduil fears he'll be breached without any kind of lubricant to help ease the way for-what he is sure is- an enormous member about to infiltrate him.
Beorn groans again, much louder than before as he rocks his cock up Thranduil's crack through the rough fabric of his trousers.
"Skittish." Beorn chuckles.
Thranduil rolls his eyes away at the jab.
It is not to often Beorn takes his time. He is always impatient. But this, this he will savor. Thranduil may only be obliging just this one time so Beorn indulges a good long while until he can't take it any longer. Now the bear wants to taste what he's like down there.
Lowering down he, catches a whiff of that woody green scent before parting his ass to give Thranduil a long lick all the way up his crack. Smacking his lips, Beorn mumbles, "You taste devine."
A shudder moves through Thranduil as a whole. Feeling that rough tongue playing at his hole making it pucker for more. He yelps as Beorn's very long tongue laps at his sack, curling around it to pull his nuts into the heat of his hot mouth.
Centuries it has been since Thranduil had a charge like this. Even so he never experience anything so bloody kinky.
"That did not sound like a scream." Beorn taunts.
Supple skin rubs against fierce fangs, occasionally catching on one saber tooth or the other. Thranduil's nerves are getting the best of him, unable to respond to Beorn's teasing.
Thranduil makes an effort to compose himself but he can't, not while possessive hands holds his hips and a probing muscle wiggles it's way inside of him. He moans low in his throat. Beorn's tongue is thick. It twist and slithers like a serpent to open Thranduil's seasoned hole up for him. Beorn cradles his balls as he fucks him deeper, his tongue so far up inside him it teases at Thranduil's prostate.
His ragged gasps are escalating. Beorn's tongue continues to thrust until the right moment. His cock is already out. Beorn stands now, brazenly stroking it, so ready to get up in there. The tip of his dick nudges as Thranduil steels his nerves as Beorn shoves in. Not all the way, just the fat head. The stinging burn jars Thranduil somewhat making him lurch forward.
Thranduil can hear heavy groans as Beorn plays readily at his cleft. Oh how he pleads without words for Beorn to take him, spreading his legs so that he was completely open to whatever Beorn wants to do to him.
Beorn enters him with a deep, firm thrust. Feeling so engulfed by him Thranduil throws a leg upon the table in time to receive another deep-seated thrust into the recesses of his body.
By and by the king howls at the beautiful burn, the sweet stretch which gives him the most exquisite ache from this magnificent creature of passion.
The other leg is lifted up. Thranduil crouches four legged atop the table at the perfect position for Beorn. The vulgar scene turns him on so much his slick drool is dripping down Thranduils crack which helps Beorn's strides picks up.
Now it's a mad pace. Slaps of flesh echoing throughout the room. Sweat is gleaming bright on his skin. Thranduil holds himself upright from the table and his head cranes back with strands of hair clinging to face, throat and chest.
Thranduil grips fiercely to the back of Beorn's thick neck to anchor himself from the assault. Beorn just nuzzles down, his breath gusting against Thranduil's already heated skin. Jutting his hips harder with hungry, greedy thrusts, Beorn forces more yelps and shouts from the elf. But it will not be done until he have the king screaming out his release.
Long threads of precum touches down to the table's surface from his cock as Thranduil's hands begin to pump his swollen, throbbing member. His impending climax will soon erupt. He is shouting with each forceful strike. Thranduil goes rigid with a grating scream tearing from his throat as his release spews forth-much to the changling's proud satisfaction. Short bursts of creamy cum shoots all over the table.
"You scream very well elfking" Beorn praises affectionately with a few tender licks.
The tremors trails on fitfully for what seems like forever until his body finally quiets down. Panting and shaking in the aftermath, Thranduil slowly pulls off.
The King climbs down with shaky legs. They feel numb and boneless. Beorn holds him a bit longer-selfishly-not wanting to let go just yet than being of much help really. But Thranduil manages to steady himself on his stiff legs.
"I s'pose you're not up for another round." Beorn asks with hopefulness.
Thranduil pauses for a moment to consider, threading his damp hair away from his face with his fingers
"That depends." Beorn definitely delivered. He may visit a few more times in the near future for a quick rut. Though typically, it's in Thranduil's nature to have his pleasure in luxury and comfort.
"That table is insufferably much 'too hard'. If you could be a lamb and accommodate my stay with a more comfortable setting, I might think on it."
"I am hardly a blasted lamb! But...If it means you'll stay then I am willing to oblige you elf."
~Fin~