Title: The Hunt
Author: Tena
Email: faramirhaldir@yahoo.com
Type: FPH
Pairing: Thranduil/OFC
Rating: Hard R
Warning: Het
Disclaimer: I make no claim to the characters within. They belong to J.R.R Tolkien estate.
Author’s note: Written for Mal as part of the Little Balrog Winter Festival Enjoy!!


Thranduil had searched the caves for his prey. He had followed her scent, the notes and clues she had left him along the way. The king knew he was getting close, as her scent was getting stronger and there was an added scent of her arousal as well. The stronger her scent, the more aroused he was becoming.

He came to the door of his own chambers and grinned. The little minx had taken him in circles; ending up in the very place he had started his hunt. She was cunning and challenged him at every turn. He slowly opened his door, looking inside he saw no sight of her, but he knew she was there. Crossing the outer room he placed his hand on the bedroom door handle and stopped when he heard her moaning. When he opened the door, his breath was taken away. The normally stoic, very proper librarian was pleasuring herself in his bed.

He was the only one who ever saw her like this, wild, erotic and very, very naughty. She turned her head to him and smiled.  “It is about time, my King. I had begun to think you had given up.”

Thranduil began to remove his clothes as he walked to the bed. “I should have known you would lead me back here, my naughty one. And, you have started without me, I see. You do realize you will have to be punished.”

She had the audacity to giggle. “Oh no, my King, please is there not something I can do to make amends?” She stroked his chest with her fingers, then down to his erection.

He looked at her hands as they stopped above his cock. “I think you are well on your way to making amends,” he said and then gasped as she took him in hand, stroking and squeezing him. “Yes…that is…very good.” He panted.

She pushed him back on the bed and crawled atop him, straddling his legs. Her mouth joined her hands as she worked him until he was now the one writhing on the bed. Without warning, he grabbed her and flipped her on stomach, pulling her to her hands and knees. Kissing her from the base of her spine up her back, he thrust into her swiftly, taking her breath as he filled her completely.

“Oh, yes, melethen, harder, harder,” she cried as he pounded into her.  

Hearing her pleading urged Thranduil on. He was relentless with his forceful use of her body, and feeling her slick passage clenching around him as her climax came upon her only brought his release on faster. With a grunt and a long moan, the king released into her welcoming body, and held her as her body convulsed from her climax. The king lowered her to the bed, and then lay beside her, keeping her safely in his arms. Their breathing was still fast and labored as they waited for their bodies to relax.

“Thranduil, that was amazing,” she whispered.

He nuzzled her ear. “Yes, it was, my sweet. I do enjoy these evenings with you so very much.”

“I enjoy them too. I already have an idea for tomorrow evening, if you’re up for it.” She wiggled her bottom against his groin.

“Keep that up and you will find I am up to it sooner than you may be.” Thranduil chuckled.

“I am ready anytime you are, my King.” She looked over her shoulder at him.

Thranduil rolled and pulled her atop him.  “Then let then games continue.”

The End