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Unyielding Desires: Captive of the Elvenking - part 2
Days turn into weeks, your cell becoming your world.
Each day, Thranduil returns, your conversations deepening, the tension between you growing.
You begin to see glimpses of a different side of him – one that is not so cold and unforgiving as his reputation suggests.
The slow shift in your relationship from enemies to something more complex is palpable, and it leaves you feeling both curious and unsettled.
One day, Thranduil brings you a book, its pages filled with ancient elven lore.
“A gift,” he says, his gaze softening as he hands it over.
You are taken aback by this unexpected gesture – it is the first time he has shown any real sign of interest in you beyond the interrogation.
Your surprise and curiosity grow as you reach for the book, your fingers brushing against his.
A jolt of electricity passes between you, and for a moment, you both freeze.
The physical contact sends ripples through your body, igniting a fire within you that you had never expected to feel in Thranduil’s presence.
Thranduil withdraws his hand, but the look in his eyes has changed – there is now an unmistakable intensity that was not there before.
“Read it,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
The lingering tension between you is almost tangible, hinting at the simmering sexual tension that seems to be growing with each passing day.
As Thranduil leaves, you’re left holding the book, your heart pounding in your chest.
What is happening?
You can’t help but wonder as the silence in the cell echoes your confusion and anticipation.
Despite your resolve to maintain a strong front, it seems that something within you has begun to shift – and the growing attraction between you and Thranduil has become impossible to deny.
Days pass with this newfound tension hanging thickly in the air.
You find yourself thinking about him when he is not there, wondering what his true motivations are and why he seems so drawn to you.
The book becomes a source of fascination for you, revealing ancient secrets that both intrigue and captivate your mind.
One day, Thranduil arrives with an air of purpose about him – there is a fire in his eyes that you have not seen before.
Without a word, he closes the distance between you, backing you against the wall of your cell as he pins you with his intense gaze.
You feel trapped and exposed, but also strangely aroused by this sudden change in dynamic.
Without preamble, Thranduil’s lips crash down on yours, his kiss possessive and demanding.
Your body responds immediately to the touch of his lips – your heart races, and a warmth spreads through your core as you surrender to the passion that has been building between you for weeks.
As Thranduil deepens the kiss, his hands roam over your body, exploring every curve with an urgency that speaks volumes about his desire for you.
You can feel the heat of his touch searing through your clothes as he traces a path down your neck and across your chest.
Your nipples harden beneath your tunic in response to his ministrations, and a moan escapes your lips before you can stop it.
In that moment, Thranduil’s eyes meet yours, and the fire within them is almost enough to make you come on the spot.
He knows exactly what he’s doing to you – and he relishes in it, his fingers finding their way beneath your clothing to tease and caress your sensitive flesh.
As your arousal builds, so does Thranduil’s.
His breathing becomes ragged, his own desire apparent as he continues to explore your body.
He leans in close, whispering dirty words into your ear – describing all the things he wants to do to you, how he will make you beg for release.
His hands slide down further, finding their way between your legs and stroking through your damp folds.
You gasp at his touch, your body arching towards him as you crave more.
Thranduil’s fingers delve deeper, dipping into the wet heat of your core before sliding back up to focus on the swollen nub of your clit.
The sensations are overwhelming – each touch and caress pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
You can feel yourself slipping away, losing control as Thranduil continues his relentless assault on your senses.
Every nerve in your body is alive with desire, and it takes all of your willpower not to cry out as he edges you towards release.
But just when you think you can’t take any more, Thranduil pulls back, leaving you trembling with unfulfilled need.
His eyes are dark with hunger, his lips swollen from your passionate exchange, and in that moment, you know that he is every bit as lost to this desire as you are.
“We will continue this later,” Thranduil says, his voice roughened by the intensity of the experience.
And with that, he leaves you alone once again – but now there’s a new understanding between you, and an unspoken promise of things to come.
As you find yourself alone once again after another intense encounter with Thranduil, you can’t help but marvel at how much your interactions have changed over time.
Once focused on interrogation and distrust, your conversations now delve into understanding each other – peeling back layers that reveal more about the complex individuals beneath the surface.
The sexual tension between you is palpable, teetering on the edge of something forbidden.
You’re both aware of it, but neither willing to fully give in just yet.
The anticipation of what lies ahead only fuels this fire, making each meeting more charged and intense than the last.
Days turn into weeks as you continue your dance around one another – learning about Thranduil’s past, his motivations, and his struggles while also sharing pieces of yourself that you never thought you would reveal to anyone.
Despite the dangers inherent in this growing connection, you find it increasingly difficult to resist the pull towards each other.
One day, as your conversation delves deeper into territories both personal and political, Thranduil reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw with an intimacy that is impossible to ignore.
You feel the heat of his touch searing through you, sending shivers down your spine as he leans in close.
“You are intriguing,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear, sending a delicious tremor of anticipation through your body.
His fingertips trail down your neck, caressing the soft skin with an unspoken promise of pleasure to come.
Your heart races as you lean into his touch, your lips parting in a silent gasp.
Thranduil’s thumb brushes against your lower lip, sending electric tingles coursing through your body.
His gaze never leaves yours, his eyes dark with desire and hunger as he continues to explore the contours of your face.
The sexual tension between you has reached its peak, and it is all you can do to remain still under Thranduil’s touch.
Your breath comes in short, ragged gasps as he inches closer, his lips hovering just above yours, promising a pleasure too exquisite for words.
“This is dangerous,” Thranduil whispers, but he doesn’t pull away.
Instead, he closes the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in an explosive kiss that has been building for weeks.
You moan into the contact as his tongue delves deep, exploring every crevice of your mouth with a single-minded intensity that leaves you breathless.
As Thranduil’s hands roam over your body, the touch of his fingertips on your skin ignites a fire within you, spreading rapidly through your veins and pooling between your thighs.
Your desire for him is all-consuming – an unstoppable force that threatens to sweep away any remaining reservations or doubts.
With a growl of need, Thranduil picks you up effortlessly and carries you over to the bed in the corner of your cell.
Your heart races as he lays you down gently on the soft furs, his eyes never leaving yours as he begins to undress you slowly, deliberately.
As each piece of clothing is removed, Thranduil’s fingers trail over your exposed flesh – teasing and tormenting you with every touch.
By the time you are fully naked before him, your entire body is alive with anticipation, every nerve ending singing in preparation for what is to come.
Thranduil’s gaze lingers on your breasts, his eyes darkening as he leans down to take one hardened nipple into his mouth.
You cry out at the contact, bucking your hips against him as he sucks and nibbles until you are writhing beneath him in a haze of pleasure.
He moves lower, trailing kisses along your stomach and hip bones, leaving a path of fire in his wake that sears your very soul.
When he finally reaches the core of your desire, he pauses for a moment, allowing you to feel the weight of his gaze as it lingers on your wet folds.
“You are beautiful,” Thranduil whispers, before leaning down to lap at your eager clit with long, slow strokes of his tongue.
You cry out in pleasure, your hips bucking against him as he devours you hungrily – sucking and nibbling until all coherent thought flees from your mind, leaving only a primal urge for release.
Thranduil’s fingers slide inside of you, thrusting in time with the rhythm of his tongue, filling and stretching you deliciously as he moves towards bringing you to the edge of orgasm.
You’ve never felt anything like this before – a combination of passion and skill that has you on the brink of shattering within moments.
As the first waves of pleasure begin to wash over you, Thranduil pulls away abruptly, leaving you gasping for breath with your release just out of reach.
“Until tomorrow,” he says, rising to his feet and leaving you alone in a cell filled with the scent of sex and desire – your body aching for fulfillment that will have to wait until the next time you are together.