#legolas greenleaf x reader smut

[banquetwriter]

୨୧ Le hannon ୨୧

pairing: Legolas Greenleaf ♡︎ fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ readers hair is described as dull and shaggy but mentions nothing of color, cut, or texture so it can apply to anyone. legolas is described as being inhumanly tall and is taller than reader, but reader isn’t necessarily short, if you squint reader is implied to be ok the chubbier side. sex and love making, OOC legolas bc this is my first time writing him

summary: ʚ body worship ɞ

Words: 2703

A/N: AHHH ME WRITING OH MY ??? i’m getting outta depression yalllllll

It was easy to feel inferior next to the prince of Mirkwood. It was easy to feel less than next to any elf. They held themselves highly, unable to simply die of any mortal ailments. Their flowing long hair whipped around as they jumped from tree to tree with such an agile nature it seemed as if the rules of gravity that burdened so heavily on your human frame did not apply to these extraordinary creatures.

They are also such strong scholars, their views and sense of other cultures and worlds seem lightyears ahead of any knowledge you could hope to possess. And the elves of Mirkwood do surely know it. How they turn their nose up to you at any given chance, the snide remarks.

You were only human. You had jagged and dull hair. Your body ached with germs and grew tired of simply existing. The mind you possessed was not so easily tuned. You weren't as quick on your feet, often taking longer for each task. Your skin was damaged, it was not soft or beautiful, it was raw.

It felt embarrassing to be seen next to such beauty. Although Legolas never embarrassed you once through his words. In fact, he had never commented on your physical appearance since the day your path intertwined with his.

He would ask about your skills in healing animals and other creatures, your traditions, and your livelihood. On your lighter days, you appreciated not having any comments to make your mind spiral out of control.

On other days you wanted nothing more than for the tall and pale elf to get down on his knees and worship you. To have his manicured hands grace every part of your skin and heal you. Not with medicine or words but with touch. His finger gingerly fucking you until you don't have any thoughts to overthink.

You sat in your guest room of the palace. You suppose you were sitting better than some elves being so close to the king and the prince. Your company needs a break from traveling, the prince suggested his home as the perfect one.

The aforementioned prince was currently taking a stroll down memory lane in the evening hours as the rest of his crew was sleeping (or trying to in your case) his Elven body did not need to sleep so he walked. He was reliving old memories, some good, some bad. He was also thinking of you, so maybe that is why as he strolled around he found his feet bringing himself to your room.

Legoland found it odd at first that he drew towards you. You were not like most women he knew, you were loud and unafraid. Drinking just as much as the men, not worrying about yourself as much as you worried about your friends and loved ones. You were a sunshine that warmed his heart like the first heat of summer.

By gods you were beautiful. Inside and out. A soul so worthy of love Legolas found himself dreaming of you night after night. The curve of your legs, the roundness of your tummy. It was a miracle to be blessed with you.

He surely couldn't wake you if you were letting sleep pass through you. Maybe he should just check to make sure you were settling in alright. Mhm yes, this is what being a good host would do. He held his slender fingers up to your door, his golden rings glistening in the moonlight and candle-lit hallways.

He knocked with his knuckles a few times against your door before bringing his hands down and massaging them, attempting to calm his nerves. “W-who is it?” you asked clearly startled.

Your eyes bored into the door in front of you as your heartbeat began to beat so violently against your rib cage it was hard to hear or see anymore. “It's me, your favorite prince.” you hear the familiar voice jest.

The words don't come out quite as smoothly as he wanted. You didn't seem to notice his anxiety. “I'm only in my dressing robes, not proper clothes,” you shouted back. It felt silly, all the time you had spent with Legolas, all the wounds he saw on your body, to now be so proper with him.

Then again it probably didn't feel that long to the elven prince. Maybe you were just a blip in his long years. “When has that ever bothered me?” he shouted from outside your door once again assuming this was an invitation in.

You gasped slightly as he walked around the door and his eyes fell on you. Poor Legoland now understood what you had meant. These weren't just any dressing robes provided by the elves. These were man-made dressing robes. Almost entirely sheer.

He has never seen in you something so overtly feminine… not that he minded either way. Gender was almost entirely irrelevant to him. Your face was raw. You had been crying. His giddy face fell with the sight of your fallen state.

Ignoring your basically exposed body. He joined your side, “Why are you crying?” he asks as his weight pushes the bed down beside you. Your mind races with awful thoughts.

All of them seem to get a little better as Legolas’s hand and arm reach around your shoulders. Your emotions drain any chance of resisting his affections. Your head falls on his slender shoulder. “I know that I as a human will never compare to the beauty of an elf,” you whisper, your lips dry and raw from wiping your tears.

“I don't think that to be true-” Legolas' comment doesn't reach your ears as you continue. “But even amongst humans, I'm nothing special. Am I so undeserving of love?” you ask as your tears are unable to drip anymore.

“How dare you speak so unsavory of my dear companion,” he says in a joking manner. It doesn’t help. Clearly, this wasn't going how he wanted to do this. “I shouldn't jest, tell me, what bothers your heart,” he asks, rubbing your shoulder with his thumb.

You roll your eyes in response, shying away from his touch. “I want to lie in bed with you, Legolas,” you confess. Now he really knew not to joke after hearing such words. He felt a jump in his lower belly, a feeling he was more than familiar with.

“I want your hands to cherish every part of my body, your beautiful fingers exploring every part of my figure. My body burns for you, and I am unworthy of such fantasies.” your words way heavy in the room.

Tension thick as your eyes avoid his gaze. Your eyes shifted looking at the ground as he watched you like a hawk. His pants get tighter as he learns how badly you need him.

It was in moments like this that showed how young Legolas truly is. His body turned into a limp servant for your every desire. It was time to do what he had been dreaming of doing to you since he laid his eyes on you.

His hands found the sides of your face as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. His elven tongue makes quick work of showing you just how completely and utterly enamored with you. When hands found his hair deepening the kiss the elven prince moaned into your mouth.

He pressed his hips into you as you slowly lay down. “Your body has never left my mind. Every curve and scar and stretch mark makes my elven blood turn to the hottest fire…” he confessed. His diligent fingers slowly remove your sheer dress. Your bare body is being revealed.

You waited self-consciously as the prince eyed your body down properly with no film to hide you. His face morphed into a pink that went from pointed ear to pointed ear.

“You are a light in this dark world. I have always found myself drawn to you as if you are the arrow to my heart's bow," he whispered to you as he pulled away from your eyes to move all the way down to your thighs.

His soft mouth sucked and bit on every available place of skin available to him. You moaned lying back. “Never speak so lowly of yourself again or I can assure you I will have some choice words to share with you dear,” he said stern but soft as his teeth grazed your exposed body.

“Legolas please I need you,” you whispered. His pleasant teasing was well… Pleasant but it left you a desiring ache in between your legs.

This wasn't your first encounter with something of this nature. Far from it but you had a sneaking suspicion this was going to be different. “As you wish,” he smirked deliciously, standing up.

He gingerly rid himself of his clothes making sure to show off his figure to you. He didn't need to. He was beyond beautiful. Lean muscles decorate his chest and arms. The low glow from the candles behind him illuminates his blonde hair. Your eyes trail below his skinny waist.

Where he was decidedly less skinny. You do not know the average size of an elf but by human standards, your dear prince far exceeded even a dream of what he would look like.

He must have seen your eyes widen ever so slightly, as he smirked again. “You seem nervous, Meleth Nín,” he says, his voice oozing confidence. Not in the slightest concerned. “You are very beautiful, my prince. Very beautiful indeed,” you whispered the last part, eyes dropping to his hard member.

In that sacred space, the once cold room now feeling warm, the blonde elf knelt before you, not as a prince, or as an elf but as a devoted friend and possible lover. "Let me honor you, not just with words, but with every fiber of my being. Estelio nin,” he said getting closer and closer to your exposed and dripping cunt.

“Legolas,” you whined, narrowing your eyes. He seemed to humor you, his long tongue taking a stripe up your cunt. Your eyes flutter shut as you arch your back. You feel him hum against you as he continues to ravish your cunt slowly making sure no part is left untouched.

His slender fingers grip into the plush fat of your thighs. His cold rings add a welcoming sensation. “Oh gods,” you whispered, feeling your finish slowly approach as he made out with your sex. Legolas didn't say anything, simply humming against you again making you tingle all over.

Suddenly his pale hand went from digging into your thigh flesh to using his manicured thumb to rub gently but quick circles on your clit which only pushed that so-desired feeling further. “Can I please? I need it please, my prince.” you gasped out the pleasurable feeling flooding your veins.

“Have your release, use my tongue to guide your pleasure.” he nearly whispers against you. Oh and use him you did. It was a short 30 seconds later as you felt his tongue hit just the right spot, your legs shook before your pleasure overwhelmed your senses and you barely recognized Legolas lapping up your juices.

Your eyes flutter open to see Legolas crawling on top of you, his hard leaking member brushing against your stomach. The sight itself was enough to have you wanting even more. Instead, your prince’s right hand found its way to your jaw.

You tasted your own self and his tongue as he nearly replicated what he was doing moments ago with you only higher up this time. “Are you ready to feel how beautiful I see you are? How your body overtakes my Elvish mind?” he asked, pulling away from your mouth and whispering down into your ear.

You don't reply so shocked at every sensation you feel. “I know you're nervous but there is no need to be,” he purred. “My tongue has gotten you ready enough Meleth Nín, it should only hurt a moment. Are you ready?” he asked, dragging his hand up your body, cherishing it like it was a beautiful statue.

You nodded, keeping your eyes trained on him. “Words my human love.” he reminded you, his finger brushing your cheek. “Yes I'm ready,” you whisper.

In the next few moments, you can only remember the feeling of his length stretching you out. He was right it hurt for a second but as you took deep breaths and relaxed it started to feel less painful and more full. A good feeling, his hand locked with yours, his forearm just above your head.

He pushes in and out so gently. He is talking to you or maybe just to himself but you can't quite hear him over the feeling of your bodily organs rearranging. Your wanton moans fill the room.

“Le annon veleth nín,” he whispers to you, you aren't sure what it means but it must mean something to him as Legolas has removed himself from your lips as he is now bucking into your hips with his forehead resting on yours.

You feel the sensation burning through you again, and your Elvish love must have to for he was whispering rapidly in Elvish against your skin. “Le hannon… Le hannon.” he was saying. You couldn't hold on anymore, your hands found the back of his neck as your walls fluttered around him.

The cause and effect of your body accepting his love caused his release as well. He curses as you feel his seed spurt onto your walls. It doesn't take long for his rapid breaths to catch up to him as he sits up from being on top of you.

He pulls out as slowly as he can to not hurt you any. His attempt mostly fails as you whine from the loss of feeling. “I know I know I'm here for you, right here. Let's go take a bath, my beautiful ok?” he asks, pinching your side.

You giggle squirming away from him with a smile. You were beyond exhausted. Legolas disappears for a few minutes before returning, picking you up with zero hesitation. His elven strength almost quiets any insecurities you may have.

He places you in a wooden bathtub filled with warm water and herbal remedies for all your aches and pains. Legolas slips in behind you, at first he just slowly kisses your neck letting you relax before taking some soaps and washing your body and hair thoroughly.

Each body part he scrubs he made sure to tell you just how beautiful you were. It helped of course. But healing scars like this aren’t going to take just one magical night with an elf prince, no matter how badly you wanted that to be true.

After you were body washed and rinsed Legolas helped you and your shaky legs into a very nice robe. He sat you down on a chair in the ginormous bathroom. “Wait here I will return in a moment,” he said gently.

And wait you did before he returned clothed. He helped dry you and applied the softest moisturizer ever to your skin. You could perhaps get used to this. Before leading you to the bed which he has changed the sheets and blanket of.

An outfit similar to his was placed on the bed in your size. He helped you get dressed again, sliding his hand up and down your body. “You have never been and never will be less than anything but desirable. You must understand that if we are to begin courting,” he told you to lift your chin with his hand.

You look down shyly at his words. “Why didn't you tell me this before? Why am I hearing of your affections just now?” you ask sitting on the bed. “A beautiful woman doesn't need to be told that she's beautiful. For you are so much more than your body, you have an excellent mind as well. That's what I chose to speak about. Out of respect for you.” he said, joining your side.

It made more sense now than it ever had. Still, it was going to take a while for these unwanted feelings to deplete.

[wild-lavender-rose]

What Comes After - LOTR

Pairing: Aragorn x fem!reader, Legolas x fem!reader, Boromir x fem!reader, Faramir x fem!reader, Elrond x fem!reader

Category: Preferences/NSFW

Summary: What they would say/do after you've cum hard for them

Warning: NSFW, insinuation of sex, aftercare

Legolas-

Whispered elvish between stuttered gasps of air

"Are you all right?"

Hovering over top of you, brushing the hair from your face, cradling your cheek as your body shivers from the aftershocks of pleasure

"I'm here, you're safe. I'm here."

Light kisses on your face

Holding you carefully as you both steady your breathing

Aragorn-

Shushes you as you gasp and shake, rubbing soothing circles against your thighs and hips while you come down from the high

Whispers assurances as he lays beside you, continuing to rub your sides and arms while watching your expressions closely

He smiles when you do, relieved that you're okay and he hasn't pushed you too far

Will run his fingers through your hair and compliment you on your performance

Gathers you into his arms the moment you reach for him, holding you close and whispering his love for you over and over again

Boromir-

Is initially proud of himself and the fact you're a quivering, gasping mess

His smirk fades as your breath remains stuttered, holding himself up over you

"Are you all right?"

You nod but he doesn't believe you

Flips over and moves you so that you're laying on top of him

Rubs your back and cards his fingers through your hair as your body relaxes at the sound of his heartbeat

Still pretty proud of himself

Faramir-

Would think he had done something wrong

Kiss you all over, assessing you with worried eyes

Would hold you the moment you reached for him

Gazing into your eyes, whispering again and again "I'm here, I'm here"

You would kiss him deeply to assure him that you were fine, a kiss he would gratefully return

Elrond-

He would encourage you to cum one more time for him even after you've cum so hard

Would kiss you once you're totally spent, slow and deep

Whisper elvish in your ear

Would leave briefly to gather some wine, a basin of hot water and a cloth

Sponge bathes your sweaty, heaving body, leaving a trail of kisses in between

Helps you to drink some wine

Would hold you carefully, talking about everything and nothing as you fall asleep

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[braveclementine]

October 22- Mirror Sex (Legolas) 💙

Warnings: 18+ readers only, angst, mirror sex, prince kink, princess kink, oral sex 

Copyright: I do not own Legolas or any other LOTR characters. Annerose is a made up character, but she's barely mentioned and I don't own names either. I also do not condone any copying of this.

You gazed as the gorgeous man in front of you. Well, not so much of a man as he was an elf, one of the ancient race and you knew there was a difference- to them of course. Such a difference that the relationship between you and Legolas was kept a secret. It wasn't entirely forbidden, but Legolas was the son of an elf King. 

Your eyes trailed down his body. He had the perfect physique- as all of the elven men and women seemed to. Thin, but still fit and muscular. Long luscious blond hair and a pretty face, but still manly at the same time. 

You always felt rather. . . well ugly was a blunt word, but it still fit. Unflattering, perhaps. You knew among common mortals- as Legolas might put it- you were decently pretty, even in your own eyes, but amongst the elves. . .

Legolas was a man and beautiful. The women were something completely different. You still didn't know how Legolas could prefer you when he had so many female elves that would love to court with him. 

"You're staring." Legolas murmured softly, feeling your eyes burning into him. He opened them, his brown eyes meeting your E/C ones. Though you looked away, he could still read the emotions in them, sliding a hand across your hand. "Y/N, you are beautiful." 

You flushed, looking away completely. It was very easy for him to say it, of course. But it didn't mean anything. Not when you couldn't see it yourself. 

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Always self-conscious of the maid that came in to serve the two of you, you quickly slumped back into the sheets, feigning sleep while Legolas chuckled softly. 

You knew which elf it was the minute he greeted her by name. The elf with the silvery blue hair and large purple eyes. She was so beautiful you couldn't even believe she was a maid and even more surprised that Legolas had not had any sort of relations with her before meeting you. It had been rumored that they had, after all. But Legolas always told you the truth about whatever you asked. If he said they hadn't, then they hadn't. 

"Good morning my Prince." Annerose murmured softly, the sounds of clinking dishes being set on a tray near the bed. 

"Good morning Annerose." Legolas murmured back quietly, his hand landing gently on your shoulder blades. 

 "Um, my Prince!" Annerose said quickly, as though wanting to speak before you woke up, "I. . . there have been. . . well pardon me if this sounds forward. But you are our future King and some of the other servants. . . we've been worried about you." 

"Oh?" Legolas questioned. You could heard the curiosity in his voice. "For what reason?" 

Annerose hesitated a long time before saying rather meekly. "I know this is rather forward of me, my Prince, and I'm sorry if this comes across as rude, but we have been worried if. . . if you are satisfied." 

Your cheeks burned and Legolas hand stopped rubbing circles on your back. You held back anything you wanted to say or do, keeping up the pretense of sleep. 

Legolas responded easily. "I can assure you that it is a needless worried. I am very satisfied, Annerose." 

"Ah." Annerose sounded unhappy with this, but of course would never say so. "I'm glad my Prince. Well, if there is ever anything else, you shall ring the bell." 

"Of course. Thank you." Legolas said, the edge of his tone clearly dismissive and then suddenly called out, "Annerose!" 

"Yes, my Prince?" Her tone had the slightest hint of hope in it. 

"Please, to clear all conscious and worries, let the others know that Y/N is to be my wife. They need not worry with my love, she is all I shall ever want." Legolas said. 

Annerose said nothing more, leaving the room, the door closing behind her quietly. 

Legolas said nothing, his hand leaving your back and you felt the bed dip as he got off of it, presumably to go and get the breakfast. You stayed laying where you were, hoping to fall back into an endless sleep and get away from the humiliation. 

The bed dipped again, long lithe arms pulling you back against his chest. A sob had gotten stuck in your throat and you didn't dare let it out, so you kept your lips shut firmly, trying to even out your breathing. 

"I know you're not asleep." Legolas murmured, stroking your hair back. "And I know her words hurt you. I'm sorry they were so thoughtless, my love." 

You swallowed the sob down and once the lump was gone, you murmured softly. "I'm alright. Just tired." 

"No you're not." Legolas saw right through you. "I know exactly what you need." 

He started to kiss down the back of your spine, his lips leaving a feather trail of burning spots. His hands caressed you and when you finally opened your eyes, he picked you up, swinging you over to sit you on the end of the bed. 

"Look." He murmured softly, looking straight at something, and then you realized that it was your reflection. The two of you were reflected in the tall, body-length mirror that sat in front of his bed. Gilded and wrought with silver and emeralds, your reflections were clear as day. 

You were painfully aware of how plain you looked next to him and averted your eyes down to the carpet in front of the bed, but Legolas wasn't having any of it. His fingers lifted your chin until you were looking directly at the two of you again. 

"What do you see?" Legolas asked softly, kissing the side of your neck, before meeting your eyes in the mirror. 

"I see myself. And I see you." You stated stubbornly. 

Legolas didn't back down. "How do you think of me?" 

"You're gloriously beautiful." You replied immediately. "You're so ageless and fair, there's a gay light in your eyes at all times. Your hair is so silky and smooth, it glows. But you're also as regal as your father." 

"And how do you think of yourself?" Legolas fingers were rubbing circles on the inside of your thigh now, slightly distracting you. 

"Well, I haven't prettied myself up, so I look rather plain." You admitted, figuring that this was the game you were playing and it was time to put everything out in the open. "But then again, next to you, I'm always plain. I don't have any of your light and I don't have any elvish beauty. I wish I did. Annerose is so beautiful Legolas, I don't know how you didn't fall for her instead." 

"Because she's not you." Legolas whispered, pulling the sheets away from your body so that you were exposed- the two of you having fallen asleep naked last night. You flushed a little as he ran his fingers through your H/C mons, before sliding two fingers into your cunt. 

Legolas got off the bed, sliding to the floor in front of you. "Y/N, you're going to look into the mirror the entire time. You will not look away, you will not close your eyes, you will only look at yourself and focus on my words. You don't have to ask for permission or say anything at all. Your safe word is still in use, understand?" 

"Yes." You murmured, letting your eyes stray down for a second, looking at the glorious Prince on his knees before you, before letting your eyes move back up to your own face. 

Legolas licked a stripe through your folds, your legs shaking a little, threatening to close around his head. 

"You know what I see?" Legolas asked, before diving back in for his feast. Though you knew that you didn't have to answer, you couldn't help the slightly snarky retort that rolled off your tongue. 

"A human?" 

Legolas lightly pinched the inside of your thigh, but otherwise didn't comment. He pulled away, replacing his tongue with his fingers and answered instead, "I see a beautiful young woman. Your hair shines in the sun, and when you have it down, it curls around your face, framing it, so that it softens your features." 

You wanted to look down at him, but kept your eyes focused on the mirror, looking at yourself. It was the one thing Legolas had commanded from you, so you wanted to make sure you followed through. 

"You have a different beauty." Legolas continued, placing light kisses on the inside of your thighs. "Something no elf has, even me. Mortal beauty Y/N. You are beautiful as a human and you don't even realize it." 

'Well of course not.' You thought inside your head, staring into your own eyes, which reflected a bitter sadness back at you. 'Have you seen yourself?' 

Legolas seemed to feel your emotions because he kissed the inside of your thigh and said, "Look. Look at yourself Princess." 

Your heart fluttered with the nickname and you watched your cheeks redden just a tad. A new light was in your eyes as pleasure started to coil in your abdomen. One of your small hands came into view as you placed it lightly on Legolas' fair hair. You watched your slender fingers slide into his locks as he latched back onto your cunt. 

You watched your own eyes widen, glistening lips parting a little as you let out a moan. 

"Look how beautiful you are." Legolas mumbled, muffled slightly as he didn't let up eating you out. You let out another moan, his words causing vibrations against your lower lips. Your legs shook and you could see your cheeks turning pinker. 

"My Prince. . ." You moaned, voice quavering as you started to read the apex of your orgasm. Legolas looked beautiful between your legs, your hand tightening in his hair, the golden-white locks bunching up. He looked almost disheveled now, if that was possible. . . and it was because of you. 

Your eyes were even brighter now, almost glazed as you reached your pleasure, which felt like fire across your veins. Your body shook and you watched yourself in the mirror once more, before collapsing against the bed so that you could relax. 

You stared up at Legolas as he knelt next to you, smiling a little like you were the most adorable thing he'd seen on Middle Earth. His hand stroked your cheek until you finally smiled back at him. 

"Did you see your beauty?" Legolas asked softly. 

You knew what he meant and you could see it. He was right, it was a different sort of beauty than perhaps he was thinking about, but it was beauty. 

"Yes." You whispered. 

"Do you know why you're mine?" Legolas whispered. 

You blushed at that. "You love me." 

"Exactly." Legolas said, picking you up into his arms now, cradling you as he brought you over to sit with the food so the two of you could eat. "I love you." 

You burrowed into his side, glancing up and seeing the two of you in the mirror again. You smiled at your reflection and then said to Legolas, "I love you too." 

[sachiko6243]

You shall have me

Summary: After a long and draining day, Legolas takes care of his girl in the most pleasurable way he knows...

Word count: 3048

Warnings: smut with some plot, oral, rougher sex, Dom! Legolas, sub! reader, mentioning of poly, Legolas being a tease. This contains adult content. Minors DNI!!

This is part of a fanfiction I write on Wattpad. Its called "the prophecy of the elven warrior" A fanfiction dealing with Visha the main character drawn between the Commander of the marchwardens and the prince of Mirkwood. Feel free to check it out, as I am almost finished with updating it. 😉🥰

He took me out of Haldirs arms, pulling me into a tight hug. “God, how I missed doing that all day.” He mumbled into my hair and I instantly relaxed against his chest, taking in his soft floral sent, that was so different to Haldirs strong sent of pine. Behind me, I could hear Haldir move around, seeing him vanish out of the door out of the corner of my eye. I knew it was his way of giving me and Legolas some well needed privacy.

The ellon holding me, immediately picked me up and pressed me against the wall. Out of reflex, I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders. Legolas narrowed his eyes, as desire slowly pushed itself to the front. I swallowed and looked up at him, at those beautiful blue eyes that had grown dark with need. When I ran my tongue over my lips, I heard him groan. "And?" I asked, heat pooling in my stomach. "What else did you miss?"

Legolas dipped his head, his lips just above my collar bone. "You." He whispered. Hot breaths fanning over my skin made me close my eyes and whimper out in lust, goosebumps rising all over my skin. "I want you." He repeated, his voice a low grumble against my skin.

I swallowed hard, as he pressed up against me, the feeling of his hard cock straining against his pants making my breathing go rigid. His hands let go of my waist; his lips skimming up to my ear. A sound rose from the back of my throat, something that felt like a purr. Warmth and desire washed over me again, and I grabbed onto Legolas collar, saying: "And you shall have me, however you wish to have me."

He pulled back, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning with passion. After the next inhale, his lips crushed onto mine. I was pulled into a darkened tunnel of desire. His kisses were deep, drugging me senseless. His tongue, all warm, luscious, and sinful, licked and probed its way into the warmth of my mouth. Whimpering helplessly, I looped my arms around his neck. My body already throbbing and aching, arousal pooling between my thighs, and he had just started kissing me.

There was no need to be hurried like those times in the middle of the night, when I helped him sneak into Haldir and my bedroom. His mouth devoured mine, leaving me breathless, and him oblivious to me working frantically on his clothes. “Slowly meleth.” He groaned when he felt his vest coming undone. “Slowly.”

Legolas grabbed my wrists to stop me. “Slowly.” He pulled away just enough, his mouth barely hovering over my lips. “Let’s make tonight count, hmmm?” His eyes had grown dark and dangerous. “How…” I started, but his warm breath fanning over my skin made reel up in need. Like Haldir, he was able to make me go weak in the knees just by the way he touched me, and he knew it. “How slow are we talking about?” I was finally able to press out.

“Very slow.” He whispered before dragging my face in for a kiss. “So slow…” He savored the lusciousness of his words. “…that by the time I’m done with you, you won't have an ounce of strength left in that beautiful body of yours.” He wore a wicked grin on his face, walking us over to the sofa in front of the fireplace. He gently laid me down, hovering over me before pressing a searing kiss to my cheek, just as gentle as when he laid me down.

“I’m gonna eat your pretty little pussy, nin iell.” He gingerly kissed me, fiddling with the strings of my dress. I was stunned at his sudden change in demeanor. Normally he wasn’t the one to demand things from me, leaving the rougher part to Haldir. But it seemed the more time we spent together, the bolder he got. Finally, ablet to loosen my dress enough, he shuffled it up my body, pulling it over my head.

“Fuck.” he breathed. “Feels like you’re trying to kill me, meleth.” Keeping his place between my legs, his arms trailed up my chest, playing with my tits. “So fucking gorgeous…” Placing my hands on his wrists, encouraging him to continue, I sighed “Legolas…” Head thrown back. I could swear his eyes darkened by four shades, swallowing his pretty blues into the abyss of his lust.

Moving from his place between my legs to help me remove my underwear in one swift motion, quickly getting right back to business as soon as he was able to. Once he was settled back between my thighs again, I could feel his hands gripping them tightly. “Such a pretty pussy you’ve got here, little one.” His face was so close to my center, his breath fanned against my skin with every word he said. “Can’t believe you’ve kept it from me for so long.” Littering my thighs with kiss after kiss, each time getting closer to my core.

“I haven’t.” I breathed out, my voice audibly shaking at his actions. He just tutted at my words. “I had to wait nearly 3000 years for you to step into my life. Only to then see you being married to another man. Forced to sneak around everyone’s back, only to be with you.”

My hands made their way to his hair, gently grasping his hair and tugging to emphasize my need for him. “Please, Legolas…”

“Please what, melui iell?” He mocked coyly.

“You know what.” My hips began to rise from the sofa, searching for some relief.

“Uh uh.” He moved his head further from where I wanted it the most. “I wanna hear you say it for me.”

“I… can you… I want you to eat me out, please?” Squeezing my eyes shut, not being able to look at him, as he finally connected his lips with my center. “Oh my GOD!” His tongue traced my clit lightly, barely giving much stimulation, but even that was enough to make my legs starting to quiver.

While his tongue tracing my clit felt absolutely amazing, nothing prepared me for feeling his tongue tracing along my soaked slit, before delicately prodding inside of me. “Holy shit, melethron!” I shrieked out, his tongue trailing back to my clit before I felt his finger slowly enter my pussy. He raised his mouth from my center, looking me straight into my eyes. “By Valar, how I love this.” His voice was nearly a growl. “That sweet pussy of yours hooked me the moment I had my first taste. And by all what is mighty, I will never stop worshipping it.”

He was passionate about pleasing me, humming at my skin. Making sure to wait for me to relax, welcoming the pleasure rather than being surprised by it, before he slowly started to thrust the single digit in and out of my core. I tossed my head back against the pillows at the feeling of his long fingers reaching parts of me that I could never reach myself.

“Fuck!” His finger found the perfect spot inside of me, curling to massage it gently and bringing me closer to the edge. My pussy pulsating in rhythm with his thrusts, the wet and messy sounds of my pleasure filling the room. I felt him moan, even more as he brought his free hand up my chest, pinching and pulling my nipple before switching to the neglected breast, simultaneously adding a second finger.  

I cried out for him. “I’m so close, please don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” My back began to arch off the sofa, as his ministrations went on, his fingers pounding into my pussy as his lips continued to suck eagerly at my clit. “Oh my…” I rasped, my voice hoarse and thin. “Legolas!” I yelled, as my orgasm washed over my all the sudden. Riding it out, as he refused to cease his actions on my body until I couldn’t take any more and ha to pull him away.

“I need you.” I said timidly, my gaze on the floor. “I need you inside of me.” It was weird telling him what I needed, having never spoken to him during sex other than the occasional begging, but it made me feel brave and…sexy. Legolas let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

"Do you need me, too?" I asked, my hand fingering the hem of his tunic. Where was this braveness coming from? I slipped my hand underneath his clothes, gently shoving the fabric down his shoulders. He got the hint, getting up from his knees and undressing himself, making a show for me to watch. He was tall and lean, like most elves were. His fair skin, scattered with scars from the many fights he had been in, giving his soft appearance a slight hint of roughness, that had me reeling in desire.

"You sound so needy.” He growled, watching me intently as I laid there, spreading my legs for him. "Is it me that's gotten you like this? Or your husband?" He shook his head, a cocky grin appearing on his lips. And I whined at his words when he included Haldir. "You are such a slut." He grinned, grabbing me by my neck and pulling me across the sofa to have more space to settle between my legs. But he didn’t. Standing next to me, he looked down with a smirk.

"I am more than ready to fuck you in front of him, too, if you want me to." He said, his voice a tad gentler. "I would fuck you in my father’s throne room to claim you." A hot shiver ran down my spine and fluttered inside my core. "I would have fucked my cum so deep inside you, until you are a crying mess for everyone to hear. And then I would have you walk back here. Nothing more than a ripped dress covering you, barely doing anything to keep your modesty, all while my cum runs down your thigh."

I winced at his word, closing my legs in embarrassment. Did he really mean that? "Legolas…" I started, "…that’s…" I was cut off with a loud moan pushing through my lips as he inserted two fingers. His fingers curled once more, and with it, my toes. "This pussy belongs to me." He pumped his fingers inside of me, slowly crawling on top of me. "Your pussy belongs to me."

Without a warning, his fingers abandoned my needy core, and taking their place was his cock. The thickness stretching me out, as the head of his penis pressed against my puffy walls. He pulled out quickly, then bottomed out once more. His hands gripped my hips in a bruising hold, his thrusts just as rough. I cried out each time he filled me up. It was too much, but not enough at the same time. He had never fucked me like this before, and I relished in it. Relished in the way Legolas balls slapped against me with a wet snap. Relished in the way he made a mess of me; my wetness being smeared around between us.

"I belong to you." I whimpered, back arching and hands gripped his biceps, as my nails dug into his flesh. Legolas thrusts faltered and he finally looked at me. He pulled me flush to his chest, my bare breasts against him. Gripping my chin and looking deep into my eyes. "Say it again."

"I'm yours, Legolas. Body and soul." I repeated, my voice slightly muffled by his fingers gripping my chin hard. Picking up his pace again, he let go of my face, grabbing both of my hands and burying them beneath his fingers.

Like a ravenous predator, his eyes meet mine. A pleasure visible inside of them, that was beyond my wildest dreams, the high I so desperately yearned for just a tad too far to reach. “Please.” I whimpered, finally completely pushed over the edge and into submission. His previously slow pace got replaced by a more moderate one that had me gasping for air. The searing heat returning, yet this time it is more than welcomed, much like his cock, leaving not a spot untouched in its way.

“Legolas…” I whispered, not able to do much more than moan or plead his name. My head hung back, lips parted and back arching as I gave myself into his hands. Soon my moans were accompanied by his groans, showing how much this affected him as well. It was the sound of his voice, growling my name followed by a string of elvish curses, that dragged me towards my release in fast steps.

“My prince…” I breathed out, loud enough to catch his attention. “More…” Arching my back against his chest, unable to fight his strong hold that held me in place as he pounded into me mercilessly.  “M-More, please” I rasped.

His response was letting go of one hand and grabbing ahold of my hips, as he kept on driving himself in as deep as possible, knocking the air straight out of my lungs, leaving me clutching onto his shoulder and hand. “It’s as if you are trying to send me over the edge.” His voice was low, unsteady. A mere shadow of its usual self. “My pretty petal, so eager to be ruined.” I was unable to even process his words. All I could sense was him, so I shrieked, when he let go of me and roughly manhandled my legs upwards.

With knees now brought to my chest, I could do nothing but claw at the pillows, as his strong hold kept me in place. The feeling of his cock more prominent than ever, as blind spots were slowly taking over my vision.

“Legolas!” I yelped, but my train of thought got interrupted by another thrust.

“This is what you requested, is it not?”

A mewl ripped from my throat, a series of pants and gasps filling the room before my jaw was in his grasp once more; forcing my gaze upon him. “It is what you begged me for. To give you more, is it not?”

Not being able to do much more than gape, I parted my lips, staring into baby blue hues now wild and firm, boring into my soul. Even though I stared at him, I could not focus on anything, all my attention on the snapping of his hips, the feeling of his tip touching that one bundle of nerves that made me cry out in desperation. “Th-There - There!”

My words were jumbled and slurred; my brain drunk from the bliss overtaking my body one tidal wave after another. I bucked my hips, frantic for that sensation to grow stronger. “Here?’’ He drove into my core again, prompting my eyes to fall back into my head. The only word I was able to say being his name and hushed pleads, interrupted by countless gasps, and mewls.

A familiar feeling started to rise within the pit of my stomach, sending all my senses into overload. It was blistering, devastating, and I was unsure how much longer I could hold on. With Legolas fingers now capturing my clit between his thumb and forefinger, combined with the heat of his kisses on my neck and shoulder, it was beyond what I could have ever asked for.

Searing, hot, like a rapid, undying fire my body started burning. With eyes barely opening I tried to warn him, yet my core did it for me. Walls clamping down, earning a curse in his mother tongue, as fresh, red marks now stained the skin of my hips.

“C-Can’t - I can’t.” I cried out, but he cut me off with his lips, dragging me into a kiss full of passion. Hunger, vigor, intense and demanding, that’s what crossed my mind as he kissed me. “Come, my princess.” His voice almost drowning in the hurdled cry that left my mouth after he parted from the kiss. “Come for me.”

It’s all I needed to hear, to finally shatter around him. My vision turning blurry, as a violent jerk overtaking my body, all the nerves tensed and contracted in pure bliss. It was blinding and fierce, and in a fervid moment, I arched my back, finally releasing the blistering heat inside of my body with a cry of his name. Surely heard by all elves of Mirkwood.

Trembling, that was all I could do. My frame hit the sheets, head spinning, as I was gasping for air. And I barely even noticed Legolas being brought to his own release a shuddering growl of my name falling from his lips. The once fervent snaps melting into nothing but a few bucks until he steadily came to a stop.

Once more, my swollen lips were captured by his own, slower, gentler this time, but still as passionate as ever. Unable to come up with much resistance, I merely hummed and leaned into him; sighing as his length retreated from my core, leaving behind an empty feeling.

It took a moment for him to gather his composure, but soon he got up, he was making a run for the bathroom to get a towel to clean me up. At least that’s what I assumed; my head still too fogged up to really comprehend anything beyond the tingly feeling inside my body. Within seconds, he was back, kissing every part of my body he could reach while cleaning me up. “Rest.” It was a quiet whisper. “You did so well, meleth nin.” He sighed, pressing a peck to my mouth. “But for now, rest.”

I could feel him picking me up and carrying me through the room. The next thing I noticed was being sat down on a soft surface and a second warm body cuddling behind me. The smell of pine filled my nose and I immediately relaxed. “Haldir…” I whimpered, trying to turn around, but he firmly held me in place. “Shh, nin iell. Its alright. Sleep now. We are here.” Closing my eyes, I registered Legolas climbing into the bed as well. Cuddling into his side, I fell asleep, Haldir pressed against my back.

[gloomwitchwrites]

We Won't Be Missed

Legolas x Female Elf Reader

Content & Warnings: mild sexual content, fade to black, kissing, sneaking away, flirting, fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Dedicated to @firelightinferno

During a celebration in the Woodland Realm, Legolas suggests that the two of you sneak away for some alone time.

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Above you, the stars glimmer.

You don’t know how Legolas managed it, but the night sky is there, twinkling through pockets of canopy. Perhaps he sang to the trees, promised them sweet water or fair winds for their leaves to dance in. Whatever he did, they have opened up, revealing the dark sky and silvery bursts of light that break the inky expanse.

Smiling up at the dazzling lights, you twirl gently in a tight circle, the sheer fabric of your dress spinning with you. All around you, your fellow Elves dance by themselves or with a partner. Music plays, and there is gentle, contented laughter everywhere. It is a moment of celebration and of peace.

Warm hands grab hold of your waist but you’re not startled. Instead, you step into it, inhaling. A familiar woodsy scent fills your nostrils and then your lungs. Twisting in said grip, you find a face that you’d know anywhere.

His name hardly leaves your lips before he pulls you close.

“Legolas,” you breathe, voice nearly a sigh.

“My star,” he replies softly.

Heat creeps up your neck to inflame your cheeks. When it comes to public affection, Legolas is not one for boldness. He is typically subdued and reserved, and this singular moment is enough to surprise you.

“You’ve outdone yourself,” you compliment, gesturing outward to indicate the room.

Legolas blushes slightly under the praise.

It is true, and he should take pride in what he has accomplished. The large hall is beautifully decorated, hinting toward the oncoming summer that will draw forth warmer weather and the migrations of different creatures. The forest will shift, and new life will emerge. Everything is in bloom. Everything is earthy and rich.

“Your approval is a comfort,” he responds in that soft tone.

You turn to face Legolas completely. “But is my approval the only one you seek?”

The answer is already known to you, but you want to remind him why he’s done all this in the first place. Birthdays are not often celebrated by the Elves because time moves differently. For those who have dwelled for hundreds if not thousands of years, birthdays become insignificant. They are small memories, sometimes completely forgotten.

Yet Legolas decided to celebrate anyway. For his father.

Thranduil, King of the Woodland Realm, hasn’t celebrated anything since the death of his wife. Since that time, he has been stoic and cold. There has been celebrations and other such occasions, but Thranduil has either been absent or only made a brief appearance.

This party is a surprise. A way for a son to show his father that he cares.

Legolas turns in the direction of the throne, and you follow his gaze.

Thranduil is surrounded by his people. He is talking. Animated. A gentle smile on his face. The raven-haired woman sitting beside him says something, and Thranduil laughs, his smile widening.

You haven’t seen him this expressive in years.

“Do you think I’ve made him happy?”

You turn back to Legolas who gazes upon his father. The middle of his brow is tightly pinched.

“Your father?”

Legolas hesitates and then nods, like he isn’t entirely sure his father is appreciative of his efforts. When you don’t answer, Legolas tears his gaze away from his father and gives it to you. Before you is the man you love seeking validation.

“What do you think?” you ask softly, nodding toward the throne.

Legolas sighs and then glances back at his father. As Legolas watches, his features melt from hardness to peaceful contentment.

“You’ve done well,” you say. “He is happy.”

“He is,” sighs Legolas, a dreamy look on his face.

Smiling, you rest your head against his shoulder. Legolas wraps an arm around your waist and starts to sway to the music. Time passes, the two of you simply moving together, breathing in the essence of the other.

Legolas turns his head slightly, placing a quick kiss to the crown of your head. “Would you like to slip away?”

You pull back enough to glance up at him. Legolas’ smile is a bit sultry and it immediately warms you everywhere.

“What did you have in mind?” you ask curiously.

“We won’t be missed. We should take advantage of the opportunity.”

Private moments between the two of you have been scarce. Legolas may be your betrothed, but you hardly see him. Duty comes first, and sometimes that doesn’t always include you. A few hours alone would be nice. Perfect.

“I agree,” you answer, and Legolas beams. “Lead the way, my love.”

Legolas’ smile turns into a delighted grin. Sliding your hand into his, he guides you away from the dancing bodies and past the large casks of wine. No one turns to look or to question where the two of you might be off to. There is only your hand in his, and the teasing way he stops to push you into dark corners for chaste kisses before taking off again.

This boldness is new, and you find that you like it. He leads you to his private quarters, the place that will soon by your home. When the door completely shuts, Legolas pulls you into him, arms wrapping around your body like vines.

This time, his kisses are not chaste.

They are liquid heat and from it comes a burst of fire in your chest.

“Legolas,” you murmur, a hint of need in your tone. “My love.”

He only draws back enough to look into your eyes. His eyelids are heavy like he wants to devour you. A stuttering exhale leaves him, and then Legolas is grasping the side of your face, pulling you back to him.

Your bodies are pressed close. Hands roaming.

Elves mate only once. Legolas is it for you. There is to be a ceremony, but that is just a formality. To be skin to skin, to accept him into your body, is your acceptance of him.

Legolas’ hand slips between the delicate folds of fabric to graze over your bare thigh. You inhale sharply and Legolas steals the exhalation, his tongue delving for a taste. Your dress is nothing in his hands, the sheer material bunching as he touches.

“Is this too much?” he asks, voice raspy with need.

You shake your head, fingers digging into his shoulders. “No. I want more.”

Legolas hungrily draws you back to his mouth and your heart hammers in your chest. It is so loud it is all you hear.

To seal the bond, the two of you must become one. To be bare. Open.

The ceremony is only for the people.

“I love you,” murmurs Legolas against your lips. “With all my heart and all the stars in the sky.”

You grin. “And I love you. I never wish to be apart.”

Legolas makes a little purr in his throat. It sounds like contentment. “That will no longer trouble us come the end of summer.”

“Must we wait?” you ask softly. You slide your hands off his shoulders, bringing them to the twisted straps of your dress. You pull on them, drawing them over and down your shoulders. “I do not wish to.”

Legolas’ pale skin flushes before his mind catches up. “I cannot resist when you ask this sweetly.”

“That is why I asked,” you reply, matching his tone.

The dress falls from your body landing in a pool at your feet. His sultry gaze morphs into appreciation. His fingertips lightly trace over your flesh, leaving a trailing heat behind.

“Are you certain?”

“You are my betrothed. It is not wrong to want this.”

Legolas runs the back of his knuckles down your throat and over one breast. He leans forward, and sucks the nipple into his mouth. You moan, arching into him, one hand sliding to the back of his head. His other hand delves between your thighs, and that too twists your stomach into knots.

He brings that nipple to a stiff peak, and then moves to the other, his other hand still moving between your legs. That too springs to life, and then Legolas’ mouth trails further south over your stomach. Lower still to kiss between your thighs.

You gasp. Groan. Shudder as he learns your taste and brings you to an endless sea of stars.

“You are perfect,” he nearly growls, his words drifting upward to caress.

“I am yours,” you gasp out, fingers tangling in his silky hair.

He continues to explore with his tongue, and then he’s standing before you, removing his formal tunic, shedding all this clothes to match your own bareness.

“Let us go to bed,” you murmur, palms pressing against his bare chest.

Legolas’ hands slide to the backs of your thighs. He lifts and you’re locking your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bed. You cling to him, tasting yourself on him.

The bedsheets are cool against your back.

Legolas nuzzles the side of your face, his lips pressed against your ear as he speaks. “I shall give you no rest.”

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[iheartlegolas]

𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ pairing: legolas x fem!reader

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ warnings: alcohol consumption, smut (MDNI pls), very light breathplay/choking

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ word count: 2.9k

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ synopsis: there's no better place to be than in the bedchambers of the elven prince, as he eagerly yearns to give you a night you'll ask him to relive

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫note: it's time ! my first smut to ever be written & shared, thank u all for ur patience, please accept my apologies for posting the preview and then dipping without a trace…lol i largely underestimated my ability to write smut so i truly hope that you enjoy (and that it’s readable) ok ily bye enjoy!

The chill of the autumnal night establishes itself upon your skin, its reluctant air depriving you of warmth as you stifle a shiver that forces its way to your spine. You stand, leaning onto a tree carved into a grand pillar, concealed from the crowd's gaze with a clear view of the crisp sky in front of you. Your head turns to the elves glittering about in the grand hall, their hands holding glasses filled with wine. Elven wine. A sheepish smile finds you, the gilded rim of the glasses delivering memories of your first time of having made the soon to be realised mistake; the consumption of the potent liquid. 

Your head snaps back to the stars as recollection inches closer, taste buds reminded of its lightness and sweet taste of berries which proved to be a mere facade. Ignoring the gentle warnings Legolas whispered to you as you were handed a drink, playfully brushing them off as you welcomed the wine into your mouth. The faces of bewilderment and suppressed laughs as you drunkenly clung to the Prince all evening, plastering his neck and face with kisses, speaking incoherent nonsense into his ear, his arms catching you every time with an all too familiar ease as you tripped on air over and over again. 

Your eyes are struck by the face of the moon, feeling a shudder come over you. The moon being the only other witness to the night that followed as the Prince ended your attendance to the party prematurely—the moment you began tugging at his tunic, your whispers becoming coherent and too indiscreet for any ear not belonging to him to hear. His hands claimed you once your eager pleas were out of the average Elf's range of sight and sound, his mouth beckoning you to be quiet with his kiss. The warmth of the summer air and its moonlight draping your nude form as you laid atop his discarded tunic, a makeshift bed on the forest floor. 

You tighten the grip on your chalice filled with non alcoholic drink, the aching heat in your core daring to consume you as you recall the way his head dipped in between your thighs, his tongue softer than the moss you clutched. You sigh at his absence, pulling away from the moon's trance as an unavoidable wave of longing claims you, staring into the liquid of your drink. You bring it to your mouth, the brim of the chalice is cool on your lips as you force a swallow and your insides cringe at its lack of something stronger. Then, drinking more as your attempts to not think of him fail, your mind on the tips of his fingers grazing across your back, his eyes resting as his arms held you against his chest, his calmed heartbeat lulling you to sleep. You swallow the final sip, setting the chalice down. Thirst crawls its way back to your mouth.

The overwhelming sensation of sobriety prods at you with the sharpness of a blade.

Your memory becomes clouded with interruption as a gentle pair of arms envelop you from behind. A smile eases onto your lips as his chin rests on your shoulder, smelling traces of wine in his breath. Your shoulders relax as they lean into his embrace, "At last, the Prince has graced me with his presence." You speak with words drenched in playful sarcasm, drawing out a deep chuckle. 

"I have been searching for you." 

You turn to face him, your eyes failing to resist the temptation to become distracted by the moonlight that comfortably rests upon his porcelain skin. Seconds pass and you finally allow yourself to blink, your lips pursing with accusation, "And it appears you got lost in a wine cellar." 

His forehead inches to rest against yours, dwindling your yearning into a distant memory as he hums in response. "I've missed you." He breathes, sliding his hand from your waist to the side of your neck. You lean into his touch, his hand feeling irresistibly soft despite lifetimes of yielding his bow. 

"I must insist that you disobey the King's orders the next time he dares to pull you away from me for longer than a fortnight." You brush your lips against his, exchanging breaths. Silence fills the air, freeing you of the sounds of the King's autumnal celebration, harps echoing away from your ears. Your lips meet his—the kiss you’ve been waiting for, warm, soft. An urge strikes you and you depart from him before he grasps the opportunity to light the kiss ablaze, "Unless you'd like me to beg." 

A hand slips into the back of your neck, bringing you back to his mouth. You taste berries on his tongue as it enters your mouth. You moan into him, hands flying to grip his shoulders for strength against your weakening knees. 

The noise of the guests pull him away, his vision scanning for a pair of eyes lurking, a wandering ear to hear your desires meant only for him. A stream of cheers and refills invades the invisible shield you created for the both of you, proving to be ineffective. You tug at the thick, velvet-like material of his tunic, feeling spoiled as his face turns to yours with concern, albeit realising as he catches your parting lips, sensing your want. 

His hand reaches for yours, leading you into the dimly lit forest on a path most familiar. You trail behind him, his quickening pace and strong grip failing to pay any notice to the fallen leaves that stick to the silken material of your dress, the thorns from the bushes tearing almost too easily into the delicate cloth. The path brightens as you near a reentrance to the Elven King's halls, the forest pathway discreetly allowing the quickest way to your destination. Footfalls become more hurried as you smile with glee, a fistful of your dress clenches in your hand to prevent a fall into the moistened ground. You yelp above a tree vein with a mission to bring you to the earth's floor, "Legolas!" You laugh, eyes dashing to him as he falters. His frame towers over you, blending in with the surrounded oaks. 

His hand softens into yours as he halts, placing his other onto the side of your neck, a thumb strokes your warmed cheek, "Forgive my eagerness, my starlight." 

Your mouth opens in response, only allowing for a gasp to escape as his arms lift you from the ground, carrying on with haste until you are brought to his bedchambers at last. A sharp inhale penetrates you as his lips collide with yours, the shutting of the door reverberating through the room as you allow his hands to untie the cords of your dress, pulling you closer to him as it loosens against your skin. He releases himself from your lips, his kiss drifting to your ear. 

His hands move to the sides of your face, "My little star," He whispers, his lips brushing against yours as you shiver, "Will you grant me my desire to please you tonight?" 

His hardened length dares to distract you from his words, "Yes," you say, before your breath bids your lungs farewell as the simple act of breathing becomes a foreign concept. Your dress inches off of your shoulders under the command of his careful fingers, an eager gaze following his every move. Goosebumps rise as more of your skin is revealed to him, impatience stirring within your dampening core as he stops to plant kisses along your collarbone. "You cannot rush me into your chambers and undress me so slowly. It is torture." You whine. A deep chuckle vibrates against your neck before his hands grip your dress, pulling. The fine fabric you once adored turns to an unshapely mess as it hits the floor, and a sigh of relief waiting to be freed withdraws from your mouth. Strong arms hoist you up with the haste you crave, his mouth back on yours as he plants you onto the soft covers of the bed. Your hips raise to meet his cock, resulting in a groan and his tongue enters your mouth. His palm grips your thigh, and you watch with half lidded eyes as his mouth leaves yours to venture to your chest. His tongue caresses your breast, a gentle massage that sends your hand flying to his tresses and disturbs the neatness, moaning as his tongue swirls around your hardened nipple. His head rises, a lustful gaze searching for your eyes as they open, fondling your breast with his hand. He flashes you a smile and leaves a hot kiss on your neck, rising from his position above you to sit against the head of the bed. You prop yourself up on your elbow and look at him, unsure of why he stopped, mouth opening in question.

"Come." 

You lift to your hands and knees, your gaze falling to the outline of his cock as you crawl. His hand grabs your wrist before it reaches and he turns you away from him, your back sinking into his chest. His hand is on your neck as you settle onto him. Your breath becomes uneven, watching his free hand slide down to your core and reach the hem of your undergarment. You help him remove the final piece, entirely exposed as your bare body warms against his attire. 

"Tell me, my little star," He whispers into your ear as his fingers find your clit, sliding his tongue across the tip of your ear while you melt deeper into him, "Did you touch yourself while I was away?" 

You shudder, feeling his fingers glide across the wetness that gathered in your core, whimpers escaping from your lips as his slickened fingers begin to circle your clit, hips lightly jolting to swallow his touches. You moan, throwing your head back into his chest. His grip tightens around your neck, fingers pressing gently to the sides to coax an answer.

You whimper, the sounds of your wetness brought to your ears, "Yes." You moan, gasping as his pace quickens. 

You feel a smile against your skin, writhing against his strong hold, arching as the incomings of an orgasm begins to burn within you—then he stops. Your hand falls to the sheets, a whine forming in your throat.

“Show me.” Legolas says, his voice low, fingers rising from your cunt to rest upon your breast, “Touch yourself.”

You hum softly, turning to face him with a look of question, your cheeks burning with heat at his command. He’s serious—lips curled into a subtle smirk, his eyes exploring the expanse of your shivering body—all while his hand remains wrapped around your neck. Your hand rises, fingers grazing your abdomen, lowering slowly to your aching cunt. A deep inhale enters you as your eyes close, leaning your head back into him as you start to pleasure yourself. Heat overtakes your entire body as it burns against his, soft moans slipping out of your mouth as his words of encouragement—“good girl” “just like that, little dove” “show me how good it feels”—spill into your ear, prompting you to hasten your touches. His hand travels down to your clit in favour of replacing yours, which you gladly retract as it flies to grip the sheets, surrendering under his fingers. A wave of pleasure washes over you, gasping as an orgasm arrives. The Prince is intent on driving you mad with pleasure as he continues circling your delicate pearl, but your trembling hand seizes his wrist, whimpering with a weak effort to bring a pause to his pace, "Legolas." 

His fingers settle down into a leisure pace while your heartbeat struggles to calm itself in its enclosure. "Were you not eager for me to pleasure you?" He toys in a deep tone. 

"I want you inside of me." You breathe, your grip loosens on his wrist as your muscles remember how to function, the tenseness possessing your body finding relief as his fingers stop. You shift, turning to face him, cheeks heating at the sight of his face. You resist the urge to grind against his lap as you work on removing his attire, straddling him with a timidness that he finds irresistibly adorable. You avoid the wolfish smile tugging at his lips, your mouth watering as his tunic comes undone, unsteady hands reaching to explore his toned chest. 

"After all the moments we shared," He inches closer, fingers raising your chin. Your eyes meet his, weakening under his gaze, "You still remain coy as though it was the first time." 

Vision blurs from his face to the ceiling as he flips your body to lay against the soft covers of the bed. He rises and stands at the foot of the bed, gaze towering above your splayed form with a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. You engage in the act of watching him as he takes the role of undressing himself, staring in awe while your insides flutter as your hand awaits restlessly to feel his cock. His return to you is quick, gratefulness erupting within when his mouth devours you with a fervent kiss. A tongue caresses yours before interruption strikes him with a moan, a sensual stroke of your hand treading dangerously along the length of him. Your fingers curl around him, raising your hips to tease his cock with the wetness of your dripping pussy—but he stops you, restraint apparent on his clenched jaw as he resists the desire to sink his cock into you, dragging his lips to the expanse of your chest, then lowering as his hands stroke your thighs, parting them. You watch as he presses kisses to your inner thighs, reaching to grab hold of his hair. His mouth moves to your core, his warm breath fanning over your cunt. You throw your head back and moan as his tongue licks along your heat, tasting the remnants of your orgasm then trailing up to suckle on your clit. His hand slides up to your breast as he slips two fingers inside of you, curling in upward motions and sending you into bliss. His name releases from your mouth through soft whines, his tongue bringing trembles trickling into your thighs. Your hips roll into his mouth with delicate force, clutching the covers as you moan through the orgasm he brings you. You loosen, laying slack as you take deep breaths, the wondrous exhaustion of being sent to heaven a second time has caught hold of you. He kisses your thigh with tender touches of his hands, then rises to meet you. Your arms wrap around him in embrace, pulling him into a kiss while his cock prods at your thigh. He reaches down to align himself with your core, saturating his length with your wetness. You rock your hips against him as it slides along your slit, whimpering in desperation for him to fill you whole. The head of his cock pushes into your cunt, and a moan leaves his mouth as he buries himself into you, reaching for your hand and enclosing his fingers with yours as he pins it above you. You moan with him as his thrusts grow deeper, pulling him close. A cry escapes your lips and your walls clench around him, raking your nails across his back with quivering lips. You love the familiarity of it all—how he knows every delicate spot to drive into over and over again, the control over your body that he masterfully possesses. His thumb trails across your lower lip as his eyes drink in the sight of you beneath him, your writhing body and nipples brushing against his chest, clinging onto him with your arms while you fill the room with sounds of your pleasure as he pumps in and out of you. 

Moments like this are dragged to a wish for eternity as his palm cradles your cheek, his thrusts slowing in an attempt to prolong your bliss—and all you can do is stare into those captivating hues as your vision blurs before your eyes shut. Your mouth parts, soundless save for the shaking of your breaths, a trembling hand reaches for the back of his neck as you shudder into your climax, the walls of your heat convulsing around his girth. "Fill me." A beg cries from your tongue, “Please.” You whimper, cheeks burning.

Your words bring a groan to his lips as his composure crumbles. His cock twitches inside of you, spilling his seed into you, dipping his head down to meet your lips for a kiss—messy, with broken breaths in between, pressing his forehead against yours. 

The subtle tremble of your thighs remains as he finally pulls out after a tender moment with his head rested in the crook of your neck. He pulls the covers to your bodies, reaching to bring you closer. You nestle into him and sigh with contentment, cheeks stamped with heat that has finally begun to cool. His fingers graze the expanse of your back under the covers, lips pressing light kisses into your neck. Your eyes close, heavy with sleep, releasing calming breaths that mingle with his as he gazes upon the sight of your face, “Gi melin.” He says and kisses your forehead, resting his chin above your head as sleep claims you. 

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ translations

elvish - english

gi melin - i love you

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LEGOLAS!!!

SFW

How you met: You were wandering the forests of Mirkwood, attracted by the legends of elven magic surrounding the place. Your footsteps were featherlight, softer than the wind caressing the leaves under the twilight moon. You didn’t really think you would meet any elves but you were enjoying nature. Suddenly you realised you were being watched. You found yellow eyes staring at you. A grey wolf padded out of the darkness. You knelt before it, beckoning closer, strangely calmed by its presence. The wolf allowed you to ruffle its fur before jerking its head up when a masculine voice called out, “Humans aren’t meant to be here.” You turned to see Legolas, standing behind you. His weapons were still sheathed so you took it as a good sign. “It's beautiful here, isn't it? The legends hardly do it justice,” you spoke smilingly. Legolas turned his gaze toward the canopy above, his eyes alight with a spark of reverence. "Indeed, the magic of Mirkwood is as boundless as the stars in the night sky. Few mortals dare to tread these ancient paths," he replied. You nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of kinship with the elf prince. You asked if you could visit the woods again, and Legolas agreed with some reluctance. He said the forest had deemed you worthy, and it would not be his place to deny you access. You returned the next night, after exchanging a few curt words with him. He wasn’t there that night, but he appeared the night after that. Like a mistrustful cat, he warmed up to you over time, and eventually fell for you.

Legolas appreciates your love of animals and nature. He grew up in forests, surrounded by wild animals and he likes how you aren’t scared of them.

Horror stories rarely faze Legolas but he likes how animated you get while telling them and listening to them. He would try to collect ghost stories from everyone in the fellowship to come and tell you. Gimli would have some good ones.

Legolas would love your sense of humor. He often enjoys some verbal repartee with his companions and he would like someone who can give as good as they get. He revels in every witty comeback or sarcastic remark you make. He even finds it amusing when you cuss out people who annoy you when they aren’t looking.

Legolas, like most elves, is a rampant bisexual and he would love your androgyny. Elves are androgynous creatures themselves so you would fit right in.

After you both fall in love, Legolas would be completely devoted to you since elves bond for life. His family would be against it given the fact that you are mortal and he is royalty but he is not the type of man to dismiss his feelings in fear of heartbreak.

When you both are among friends he likes to quietly listen alongside you with his enhanced hearing. He’ll whisper comments about the tea and gossip being spilt into your ear making you giggle. The group looks oddly at you both.

Legolas enjoys practicing his archery while you are nearby learning how to dual wield light-weight swords. He would see you practicing and ask to spar with you. You both would teach each other a few tips and tricks unique to your individual fighting styles.

Everyone in the fellowship is lowkey scared by the two of you considering how light on the feet you both are. You both have accidentally snuck up on all the hobbits and Gimli, giving them mini heart attacks. 

Legolas would love it when you sing. When you think you are alone and are humming, he would quietly come and sit beside you to listen, careful not to alert you to his presence.

N/SFW

Being an enjoyer of nature, Legolas likes to partake in walking and swimming with you. When you both approach a river to swim in he respectfully watches you shed your layers of clothing. He admires your curves and the light shining on your body. He joins you in being naked, already semi-hard and enjoys bathing with you. He hugs you from behind, letting his hands wander from your stomach to your breasts, tweaking your nipples. 

Legolas is quick to catch onto your people pleasing personality. He reminds you many times to not force yourself to do something for him unless you want to. You can reassure him by giving him head randomly, he’s always clean, don't worry ;)

When he goes down on you his hands go up your thighs as he slowly kisses the inner flesh. Legolas makes intense eye contact with you as he gets closer to your throbbing pussy hole. Tantalisingly he licks and sucks on your folds. He likes making you lose your cool and let out a slew of curses, so he takes his time to work you up.

It always starts with warm cuddles and spooning on a bedroll after the fellowship sleeps. Legolas loves being the big spoon, holding you close to him protectively, but the longer your hips push into his groin, the more heated he gets. He starts dry humping his hard cock against you, breathing heavily.

Legolas likes to keep his pace slow and steady, eventually catching speed. He almost loses control, and doesn't stop till he cums inside of you. He would always finish inside of you, just the thought of a creampie brings him closer to the edge.

He likes nipple play, flicking your breast and sucking on them while you straddle him and ride his cock. Also, when you lick his nipples while stroking his cock he gets so turned on. He never understood why, but he always felt comfortable sexually expressing himself in front of you.

If Legolas gets too close too soon, he likes to get edged. It's his little punishment for not being patient with you and losing control. He would moan and groan as you touch him, and would only allow himself to cum when  he thinks you're close too.

He moans words in Sindarin, and looks at you smiling observing your confused expression before leaning in for a kiss as he's thrusting in missionary position.

He would carry your naked form up in his arms bridal style and take you with him on the secluded balcony to watch the stars with him, while he holds you close to him.

Legolas likes to play with your fingers, entangling his with yours after sex. Laying there just staring into your deep brown eyes, realizing how much he loves you.

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[generalkenobee]

Imagine being a painter and Legolas is your muse

Your paint brush ran slowly along your white canvas as your eyes flickered from your elf back down to the undone painting. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" and it was true, that's why you wanted to paint him, you wanted to be able to take in every small detail of his face and body.

Legolas would be sooo nervous the whole time, looking away whenever you'd look back up at him. Feeling the tips of his pointed ears becoming hot.

"I just need you to sit still for maybe another 25 minutes ok? You're doing so good"

And when you do show him the painting you'd spent weeks on? He's over the moon. He doesn't even say anything the first time he sees it because he's speechless, completely astounded at the work of art in front of him.

"do you not like it?" You asked with wide eyes feeling the nerves start to boil in your lower belly. Legolas looked up at you with his eyes now wide too. "No! No I-I.." he took a breath bringing his eyes back to yours. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.."

[lovestruckelf]

Legolas x Reader NSFW

So, the final chapter of "We Saved Each Other" ... I left it at 2683 words last night before I needed to sleep. I thought I could finish it tonight having written now up to 8350 words. I find myself needing to sleep once more after taking many many water breaks to cool myself off because this chapter is... well, what is breathing? This is looking to be an over 10K worded chapter that's just pure, raw, intense, emotional, love-making, virginity taking smut between our gorgeous elven prince and reader.

I swear I will finish it tomorrow and have it posted within 24 hours!

Warning: Read this with a fan nearby, you're gonna need it.

[banquetwriter]

LOTR

➷｡˚ Legolas greenleaf

↳ Le hannon summary: ʚ body worship ɞ

[wild-lavender-rose]

You and Legolas hiding your relationship from the Fellowship would include...

Warning: Brief mention of sex

- Intentionally walking at opposite sides of the group during the day.

- Consulting one another through looks instead of words whenever Gandalf, Gimli, Boromir, and Aragorn are debating which route to take.

- Speaking in elvish whenever the chance arises for the two of you to be alone out of Gandalf and Aragorn’s earshot.

- “You look stunning today, my love.”

- “I can hardly bear to be apart from you.” You’d breathe, glancing over at the others. “If we were to reveal our engagement, I believe that they would take it well.”

- Legolas doesn’t want your attachment to compromise the quest, his logic something you respect but don’t necessarily agree with.

- But he makes it up to you at night, after everyone has gone to sleep and the two of you have volunteered for night watch.

- Legolas takes you by the hand, leads you a little ways into the woods, and proceeds to make love to you for hours.

- Whispering apologies, kissing every inch of your skin, worshipping your body to make up for every single moment he did not touch you during the day.

- It is nothing short of an absolute miracle that the two of you have not woken anyone up.

- Furthermore, it is another miracle that nothing has attacked the rest of the Fellowship in their sleep because you and Legolas are quite distracted, to say the least.

- It isn’t until after the Fellowship loses Boromir and the hobbits that you reach your breaking point.

- You’re up to your knees in water, helping Legolas with the boats when your hands touch and everything stops.

- You look up at him, tears in your eyes, and then before you can think you’re falling into his arms.

- “Hold me, Legolas. Hold me, please.”  

- Aragorn and Gimli appear on the shoreline just as Legolas kisses you long and deep.

- Gimli bursts out laughing while Aragorn simply smiles.

- Of course, they both knew the entire time.

- So did everyone else.

- Most nights it had been Aragorn and Boromir who had gotten up and taken watch after you and Legolas had snuck into the forest.

- They consider your engagement to be a breath of happiness after the journey’s sadness.

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Legolas x Reader

Smut

Legolas returns to his secret lover after a scouting mission took him away for two weeks...

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Unlike you, Legolas did not fear his fathers wrath. And, as heir of the Woodland Realm, he outranked you, which meant you were compelled to do as he commanded- no questions asked.

This is how you found yourself in your current situation, bent over a wooden table in the King's cellars with your skirts pulled up and the elven Prince standing behind you.

His hands made contact with your ass, gripping your cheeks with force and causing a low moan to escape your lips. Legolas ran his fingers gingerly over your clit, his touch so light you barely felt it. Nonetheless, you felt your pussy pulse from the sensation. Legolas continued to softly play with your clit and smirked to himself. Nothing satisfied him more than his ability to effortlessly make you soaking wet.

"More." You demanded quietly, desperate to feel him inside you. He had just returned from a two week long scouting mission and had forbade you from touching yourself while he was gone. This only filled you with even more desire and longing for your secret lover than usual, which was saying something.

Legolas chucked and slid the tip of a single finger into the opening of your pussy. He circled his finger slowly, causing a surge of pleasure to shoot through you. You gasped, losing your balance slightly. Legolas caught you with his free hand before gripping your hip and pulling you back onto the full length of his finger. You moaned, causing Legolas to remove his finger and lean over your body, pressing his lips against your ear.

"You need to stay quiet, princess," he purred. A tingle went down your spine as his breath hit your skin. "Understood?"

You nodded quickly, eager for him to return his finger. He stood back up and inserted two fingers this time. You bit your lip to stifle the moan you felt rising from your throat.

Legolas curled his fingers and your breath hitched. When he didn't move you bucked your hips back and slowly moved yourself up and down his fingers. You looked back at him over your shoulder and saw him watching your movements with darkened eyes.

You clenched around his fingers involuntarily and he let out a breath, removing his fingers and holding eye contact with you as he sucked the evidence of your pleasure off his fingers.

He undid his belt and quickly pulled down his pants, his long cock already rock hard.

Legolas lined himself up with your entrance and you prepared yourself by forcibly gripping the edge of the table. He pushed in slowly, groaning softly as your walls surrounded him. As he sunk into you fully another moan escaped your lips.

He wrapped a hand around your mouth to silence you as he began pounding into you, unable to control himself any longer with your pussy gripping onto his cock. You moaned into his palm as his other hand found its way to your clit, his finger rubbing circles around it just the way you liked. He was an expert when it came to your pleasure and soon enough you were riding out an orgasm, your walls pulsing around Legolas' cock, causing him to reach his own orgasm.

Sindarin words spilled out of his lips as he pressed deep into you, his cock twitching and spilling his cum inside of you.

After a moment you felt him lean over you and press gentle kisses along your shoulder blades. "I missed you," he murmured against your skin before pulling himself out and adjusting your skirts so your bottom half was again covered. You straightened and turned to face him just as he finished securing his belt, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips.

"Welcome home, my Lord."

[sachiko6243]

You are ours to please

Summary: just pure smut, not much plot. This is the epiloge of a fanfiction I have written on Wattpad. Its called "the prophecy of the elven warrior" A fanfiction dealing with Visha the main character drawn between the Commander of the marchwardens and the prince of Mirkwood. Feel free to check it out, as it is finished now when I posted this. 😉🥰

Word count: 4521

Warnings: smut, threesome, rough sex, dom! Haldir, dom! Legolas, sub! reader, double penetration, anal, blackout and aftercare. This contains adult content. Minors DNI!!!

I found myself in the bathroom of Haldir, Legolas and my room in Imraldis. The three of us managed to sneak away as the festivities of Legolas and my wedding were on a high, hoping that our disappearance would go unnoticed. It would be very unlikely between all the elves, but I couldn’t help myself but hope. Now I was naked in the big bathtub, that had more in common with a pool than a bathtub. It was embedded in the ground, deep enough that I was covered up to my chest when standing.

Legolas had joined me in the tub, while Haldir was sitting on the edge, watching us with his usual strong gaze. Like a predator, Legolas had slowly stalked me down, until I found myself pressed against the edge and between Haldirs legs. His naked thighs caging me in, hands holding me by my shoulders as if he was presenting me to Legolas.

Soon the other ellon was standing in front of me, a sly smile on his lips, as he saw in my eyes how much this position turned me on. “You like that, don’t you?” He asked and I couldn’t help but blush, looking aside to hide my embarrassment. Haldirs callused fingers tilted my head back to look at Legolas. “Answer him, meleth. How much do you like this?”

“Very.” I softly whispered, not really able to get much more out of my mouth. Legolas grin turned wolfish, as he took another step towards me. “By Valar how much I love it, when you are a little slut for us…” He turned to looked at Haldir. “Isn't she beautiful like this? Flustered and riled up. Ready to take us as we please?” A growl grew behind me, the grip on my shoulders reaching lower, weighing my breasts. “Indeed, it is, gwanur. Makes me want to take her right here. See how much she is able to take.”

His words felt like they had a double meaning. And when Legolas ears perked up, I knew they had planned something. “Well… there are ways to test how much she is capable to take. I wonder if she is willing to do it.” Them speaking about me, as if I wasn’t in the room, set something free in me, that I didn’t know I had. Immediately, I melted into Haldirs hands, not really thinking about where I was and what they had planned. All I could think about was them filling me up. Marking my body and fucking me senseless.

That’s why I nearly missed Haldir speaking up again: “Look at that. She is already a goner and we haven’t really started. Are you sure you want to do this, gwanur? She doesn’t look like she can handle much more…”

“Please…” I begged. “I want to do it.”

“You don’t even know what it is, nin iell.” Haldir whispered into my ear, causing goosebumps to spread over my body. “I don’t care.” I whimpered. “I need you. Both of you. Now. Please. Make the heat go away… I cant… I need…” My sentence got interrupted with the sudden moan that rang through the room, when Haldirs fingers squeezed my nipples between them.

Legolas closed the distance between us, pressing me against the cold stone tiles on my back. Even though the water was hot, it suddenly felt cold compared to the heat that rose in my body. “You wanna take us both? At the same time?” He asked, speaking out what both of them had in mind. I froze at the offering, my eyes widening in shock, snapping between the two men. There was no uncertainty, no tease in them. Just honest curiosity and honest worry about me. “You don’t have to, nin galad. We don’t want to pressure you.” Legolas quickly added, misreading my silence as fear.

“Okey.” I said, trying to make my voice sound strong, but I failed miserably.

“What?” Legolas asked.

“I wanna try it.” I repeated, clearing what I wanted. “You made me curious and now I wanna know.”

Both men exchanged a look, before the sly smiles crept upon their faces once again. “You are such a good little slut for us, do you know that?” Haldir asked, close to my ear and his tone send shivers down my spine. “Such a greedy little girl. So desperate to be fucked, that you don’t care about anything else, isn’t that right?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed, letting my head lull back against his stomach. “I want you to take me. Please. I need you!”

“Start it!” Haldir growled and Legolas didn’t hesitate for one second, catching my lips in a searing kiss.

As my hands lifted, one to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the damp strands of hair, and the other to his biceps, Legolas shoulders relaxed. His body was impossibly warm, skin searing beneath my palms as I pressed myself forward, reveling in it. Legolas soft and warm lips curved into a soft smile as his free hand found my waist. My heartbeat feeling too fast, too heavy for me to comprehend anything else.

When his tongue pressed to the seam of my lips, eager to deepen the kiss and sink entirely into it, the reprieve of the water was lost. There was only heat; the wall of muscle that was his body, the soft press of his hands as they gripped my hip, his mouth as he swallowed the noises of my pleasure eagerly, his heavy groan as I pressed even closer.

It silenced every thought that raced through my mind. I had imagined this a thousand times before, dreamt about it more often than I dared to admit. Having them both take me at the same time was something that had wandered my mind a long time, but I was always too scared to asked them to do it. Fearing they might be taken aback by it, or worse lose their respect for me.

With every swipe of his fingers, touch teasing as he brushed along the expanse my stomach, up my sides, just beneath the swell of my breast, my body grew warmer. It was all dizzying, more than I could have ever asked for.

Any thoughts of the future, the past, the moments in between, all ceased to exist as Legolas nipped at my bottom lip, biting into it, and dragging a loud moan from my throat. And when I broke the kiss to catch my breath, he simply redirected. His lips brushing along the curve of my jaw, down my throat, marking the soft skin of my shoulder and neck. Warm hands trailed lower, fingers wrapping around my thighs and lifting to hitch me over his hips as his teeth nipped at my pulse point just beneath my ear. “We thought about this a long time.” He whispered; his voice strained in harsh self-control.

“You’ve…?”

Luckily, he managed to follow my train of thought where my voice failed. “We have lost track of how often, meleth.” He admitted, pausing only to mouth at the valley of my breasts. “It has been a deep wish for both of us. Have you take us at the same time. Caught between us, nowhere to flee, nowhere to hide. Forced to take the pleasure we give to you.”

As difficult as it was to formulate a coherent sentence, I blinked through the blurry vision that started to form in front of my eyes. “Thought about it too.” It was breathless, as Legolas hands lifted to my breasts, his touch certain as he kneaded the soft skin. “Wanted this. Both of you the same.” I added to make clear that I was consenting to this.

“We know.” Now it was Haldir that took lead of the conversation, enabling Legolas to fully concentrate on what he was doing. “You’re not subtle, nin iell.”

I gasped, not knowing if it was because of Legolas suddenly sucking on my nipple, or Haldirs confession that they knew I wanted it the whole time. Warm desire, syrupy and all-consuming, filled my stomach. Lust clouding my thoughts. He made it difficult for me to do more than groan, desperate for his touch, as the anxiety I had felt dissipated with each swipe of his fingers. They had a way of making me feel as if I was the only person in the world, the only one worthy of their time and attention.

“Please.” The plea was muffled, breathed into the night, but Legolas understood. His hum of acknowledgement was accompanied by one last sharp tug on my nipple, making me gasp. “I know, nin galad.” His hand dipped between my thighs, fingers ghosting along the sensitive inner skin as he met my eyes. “We are going to give you what you want.”

Soft hands ghosted along my thighs, pressing closer and closer to the aching center as Legolas leaned in to nose at the hinge of my jaw. A plea for more was on the tip of my tongue, a request for him to just touch me where I wanted it the most, but before I could ask, his fingers swiped through my folds. His thumb caught on the sensitive bundle of nerves and sent a jolt down my spine.

Legolas mouth curving into a grin, eager to hear just how good he made me feel. I imagined he would tease, take his time to work me into a frenzy. But his touch wasn’t rushed, there was no need for him. He knew he had all the time in the world.

There was a deliberateness to the swipe of his fingers through my folds, a sharp precision that had my vision turning blurry at the edges as he finally sank a finger into my heat, my body arching into his as he shifted even closer. Haldirs grip of his fingers pressed me against his abdomen, holding me upright as Legolas blue eyes searched my face. The grip would likely leave a bruise but I couldn’t wait to see the outline of his touch in the morning. Giving evidence of what had happened.

Focused on my pleasure, I felt the press of his cock against my hip growing more noticeable with every swipe of his fingers. The hard, heavy appendage twitched with each moan that escaped my mouth, with every gasp, as his fingers brushed against the spot that had me seeing stars.

Though the water and dimmed fair light made it difficult to see much, I could clearly see the size of him as my fingers swiped at the sensitive head. The thought of feeling him, of taking all that he had to give, made me clench around his fingers causing him to groan: “Careful of what you are setting in motion, because if you think that’s going to distract me from ruining you, you are wrong.” Behind me, I could hear Haldir chuckle lowly at his words, his fingers finding their way once again to my breasts and lower.

Slowly pushing me forward, he sunk into the water behind me, his hot and hard body pressing against my back and I could feel how turned on he got by just watching. When he had reached low enough to take a hold of my knees, he lifted me from the floor. Now I was hanging in his arms, unable to do much more than twitch, while Legolas worked me relentlessly.

The press of his fingers growing more insistent with every swipe of my hand, with every brush of my thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, and with every gasp that left my lips. He mouthed at the damp skin between my breasts, breath fanning over my hard nipples and leaving me with goosebumps, as his thumb circled my aching clit.

“Please.” He hummed at my pleads, as my fingers tugged at his hair. “Want to feel you. Need to feel you.” I pleaded, eager to finally feel them after spending so long imagining this moment. “Please.”

A small part of me expected a taunt, a tease from at least one of them, that called me a needy slut, but they seemed just as desperate as I was. “Whatever you want, nin iell.” Legolas acquiesced, hand leaving my center after a final circle to my bundle of nerves. Even as I whined at the loss, he shushed me. “Its alright, little one. We are here to take care of you.” Haldir shifted his position, tapping my leg to encourage me to wrap it around Legolas waist. The younger ellon smirking at the shaking of my limbs, as I waited to finally feel him. He kept his eyes trained on my face as he took a brief moment to tease.

The head of his cock caught at my entrance, pulling a soft gasp from my mouth as my hands wrapped around Haldirs neck to gain some sort of stability. I tipped my head to kiss the man holding me, desperate to kiss him for a long time now, as Legolas began to press forward.

Every inch of Legolas filling me felt incredible, too much but not quite enough at the same time, and I allowed myself a moment to revel in the feeling, moaning into Haldirs mouth. Having both of them so close, and being full of Legolas, was overwhelming in the best way. Haldir eagerly swallowed my noises of pleasure, took them in stride as he gave me a moment to adjust to the feeling of Legolas buried deep inside my core.

Legolas didn’t move, waiting for us to break our kiss. Slowly Haldir loosened my grip around his neck, wrapping my arms around the other elf instead. I wanted to argue, but the words I wanted to speak falling out of my head, when I felt Haldirs hands move. He started to stroke my sides, slowly making his way lower and down my back, gripping my ass tightly. I twitched in anticipation, my walls fluttering around Legolas cock, making him growl slightly. “Are you still sure about this?” Haldir asked and I nodded. “Words, nin ithil. I need you to say it.” He demanded, quickly dipping into his commanding voice.

“I am sure. Please. I want to feel you both.” I whimpered, clinging on to Legolas, split in fear and hot anticipation that run through my veins.

“Okey. Than stay like that. Its going to make things easier.” Haldir said and I could feel him move around. “Try to relax as much as possible. You are going to feel pressure. Just tell me, when its getting to much, or you want me to go slower, okey?”

“Okey.” I shut my eyes, searching for my safe place inside of me. Then I could feel the cold tip of his fingers press against my anus. Out of reflex I tensed up, whimpering. “Easy, little girl. We are here. Relax. Nothing is going to hurt you.” He murmured, kissing up and down my back, making me moan, when he bit into my shoulder. Before I even knew it, he had pushed one finger in and I was overwhelmed with the sudden fullness. “Fuck.” I breathed out, arching my back instinctively.

“Good?” He asked, lips still pressed against my skin.

“Yes… More please, Commander.” I whined, desperate to feel more.

He was going slower this time, pumping his finger in and out and when we reached a certain point, I knew why. A second finger putting slight pressure against my hole. “Breath, meleth. You are doing so good.” Taking his advice, I filled my lungs with air. “Hold your breath.” He ordered. “I am going to push, when you breath out, okey? When you are ready just do it.” I nodded, holding my breath a few second, before relaxing every muscle in my body and letting the air go. I could feel the next push to be wider, stretching me to a point that was just sharp for me to tap out, but then it was over. His two fingers sitting snugly inside of me and I couldn’t help but moan at the feeling.

Haldir was biting my neck in a split second to distract me from any pain, pressing me closer to Legolas, while smothering me with kisses and praises. “You did so good, nin galad. So, so good for us. I am proud of you.” Suddenly his fingers were moving once again, slowly fucking in and out of me.

“Yes… yes.” I mewled, arching into his movements, pressing my back against his chest. “Don’t stop, Commander. It feels so good.” He groaned at my words, capturing my lips with his, while he guided another finger to my hole. This time I was quicker to relax, making it easier for him to fill me up even more. Again, it shortly felt like it was too much, making me wince in pain. Both men stopped what they were doing, searching fear in my body language or my eyes, but there was none. Just pure lust and desire that were washing through my body.

I relaxed once more, allowing Haldir to move his fingers, stretching me and making me ready for his cock. Legolas tried his best to keep his face straight, but I could feel that the pressure Haldirs finger produced and the strokes he could feel through my wall made it hard for him to concentrate on anything else.

“This feels even better than I imagined.” Legolas admission lingered on the edge of breathless, words nearly slurred. “Feels like heaven, bereth nin.” Him calling me his wife for the first time, made me rear up, a desperate yell on my lips. I nearly missed the possessive grin that formed on his lips. “Wife? That word is what makes you so needy? I thought us calling you a greedy little slut, made for only us to use and filled with our cum is what usually gets you going.” I whimpered even more, closing my eyes and falling back onto Haldirs chest, who just chuckled, keeping his act up on preparing my other hole for his cock.

“I think it still does, gwanur.” He growled. Legolas voice as smug as his, when he answered: “Oh I feel the same. So not only do you want to be a cock hungry slut, but a cock desperate wife? Is it that? Us possessing you not only by law but by the way we treat you? Use you to our pleasure only?”

“Yes!” I mewled, clinging onto his shoulders for dear life. “I want you to own me. Mark me. I want to be used by you and nobody else.”

“That’s right, bereth.” Legolas kept on talking sinful words into my ear. “There will be only us who are fucking you. No man will ever be good enough to have you. Because there simply is no man capable of giving you what you need. Only your prince and your commander.”

“Oh god!” I cried out, my limps starting to shake with anticipation. “Please. I cant… Please take me. I need you to take me!”

“Hmmm you are begging so beautiful.” Legolas hummed, looking above me at an equally smug Haldir. “I think she deserves some relieve, doesn’t she mellon?”

“That she does.” I heard Haldir groan behind me, slowly pulling his fingers out of me and pressing the tip of his cock against my entrance. When I gave him the green light, he carefully pushed in and the unknown feeling had me seeing stars in seconds. Both of the men held still, letting me catch a breath and get used to the feeling of being fully stuffed. They waited until I gave my okey, setting a slow and sensual pace that soon turned into hot torture.

I didn’t know how they managed to hold and fuck me, but I wasn’t able to spent a thought on it anyways. My mind was way too fogged up with the tingly feeling that started to spread from my center towards every string in my body. I closed my eyes, my head lulling back onto Haldirs shoulders, nails gripping and scratching Legolas shoulders. “Oh god, please. This feels so good.” I moaned, my voice slurred and shaky. The only thing I could focus on was the searing warmth of their chests caging me in, the sting of Legolas fingers digging into my thighs, and Haldirs bruising grip on my hips.

Time seemed to still as everything but this, everything but being filled to the brim, ceased to exist. One of Haldirs hands sneaking around my body, settling between my legs and on the bundle of nerves. Slowly he started to circle it, tugging a string of curses out of me, when the heat in my body started to rise even further.

I was tumbling closer to the edge, as my cries were reduced to nothing more than their names. They didn’t seem to mind, however, every cry that left my lips spurred them on. “We got you.” Haldir promised, pressing me impossibly closer to his chest. Legolas hips moved faster, sending water sloshing around us, matching the speed of Haldirs fingers on my clit. He pushed me higher and higher, not caring about anything else than my own pleasure. I could see it in his eyes. They were dark and blown with lust, trained on my face, taking in every twitch of my expression, feeding his arrogance with it.

And then it happened. I barreled over the edge, vision turning black at the edges and lips parting. Legolas mouth met mine, swallowing my cries of pleasure, noises he knew would alarm everyone close by. Haldir had his lips on my neck, sucking dark marks onto my skin, soothing the stinging pain with his soft tongue. Their actions drew a gasp from my lips, the warmth of my orgasm searing through me from within as I clenched around both of their cocks. That had Legolas nipping at my bottom lip in a warning, though a lazy grin betrayed him. “Watch it, nin iell.” He teased. “You don’t want to end it that quickly do you?”

“No!” I yelped, tugging Haldirs hand away from my center as I could feel the overstimulation turning unbearable. “Good girl.” He growled behind me. “Because you take what we give you, like the good little slut you are, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Commander!” I cried out. “I will take whatever you give me.”

At my words Legolas growled deeply, the grasp on my thighs turning painful, as he tried his best to keep him from coming right then and there. “I will never get over the feeling of your tight little pussy gripping my cock so hard. Because you are doing it so good, like a forsaken vixen.” Grabbing my throat, he pulled me in for a harsh kiss, interrupting the things I wanted to say.

“Yes, nin ithil?” He asked, speeding up his tempo, riling me further into Haldir.

“I forgot.” I mumbled, fingers grabbing anything they could feel. He laughed out at my words, letting go of my throat. “Already forgetting yourself? And we haven’t even been going that long.”

“I don’t care.” I whined. Relishing in the fire in my core. “I want more. Please, give me more.”

“Of course, meleth. Everything you want.” He answered, now thrusting as deep into me as he could. I let myself completely go. Not spending one thought on anything else than being fucked. “Kiss your Commander!” Legolas ordered, and as quick as I could, I turned my head. Switching my arms from Legolas shoulders to Haldirs neck, I let myself fall into the harsh kiss of my first husband. He gripped my neck, cutting off the air from filling my lungs and I knew that he was close to coming, his actions set on tipping me over the edge one last time.

I relished in the feeling of how they filled me up to the brim.

How Legolas stretched me with every move, hitting my sweet spot over and over again.

How Haldir forced himself against the rhythm of Legolas, massaging me as well.

The lush sounds they drew from me filled the room, mixing with the water splashing around us. I was a goner. Theirs, the moment Legolas decided to kiss me. That little loss of self-control he had, leading to this incredible constellation. I tapped Haldirs hand, to signal him I needed air. Desperately I sucked a breath down my throat, the sudden allowance of blood to my head, making my vision spin around. “I love you. Both of you!” I cried out, my body shaking between them and I wondered how I was still upright.

And all of that possession they had over me, fueled the heat in my core to the point I wasn’t even sure if I wasn’t already burning alive. “Promise me to never leave me.” I whimpered, clenching and shivering around their cocks. “Never, nin galad. We are never going to leave you. You are our bereth and we will give you the world. By Valar, we would kill for you, if it meant you will stay safe.” Haldir growled, gripping my hair, and turning my head once more to kiss him.

I could feel Legolas bending down to suck on my breasts, a hand I couldn’t identify sneaking between my legs again, pinching my sensitive pearl softly between two fingers. I arched my back against Haldirs chest, clasping onto Legolas arms. The knot in my core now under so much tension, that he threatened to snap any moment. Of course, they knew. They always did. Holding me by my neck with a bruising grip, Haldir stopped the kiss, forcing me to look at the other man, growling in my ear: “Cum. Now!”

And I did. Screaming out in pure bliss, I shuddered in their arms. My walls rhythmically flickering around their cocks. I didn’t know if my eyes were open or not, because my vision just went black, causing me to slump against a hard chest. The last thing I felt was hot seed shooting up my holes.

The next thing I saw, was the ceiling and the bathroom faucets being painted in soft yellow lights from the torches on the wall. Slowly my senses came back to me and I could feel Haldir clean me up softly. Concentrating on the feeling between my legs, I noticed, that Legolas kneeled beside me, holding a glass of water. “Hello there, meleth.” He softly said, helping me sit up. Handing me the glass of water he watched me closely, ready to catch me again.

“You blacked out for a few moments. We cleaned you roughly and got you some water.” He filled me in, taking the empty glass from my hands, steadying my frame, when I tried to get up. But once he saw how I tried to get towards the bedroom on wobbly feet, he just picked me up, carrying me through the door and setting me down on the bed. Soon both of my husbands joined me under the sheets, securely wrapping me up between them.

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Legolas and Thranduil reacting to their lover cumming for their first time and it was during a make out session and they are really embarrassed 🫣

Legolas can't help but chuckle softly as his lover rides out their orgasm on his thigh. He hadn't even been touching their sensitive parts, but the feeling of his kisses and the way they rubbed against his thigh was just too much for them. He kisses their forehead, and looks at them lovingly. "Did that feel good?"

Thranduil helped them roll their hips, grinding against his thigh. His lips never left theirs, muffled whimpers escaped them. He let them come down from their orgasm, and held their jaw in his hand. How pitiful they looked, so desperate for him. "My dear, let me make you feel good again."

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Yoooooo anyone got any like super detailed lotr request they want to send in ? I’m getting back into writing after like a MAJOR slump and I kinda wanna write for lotr, I’m not good with vague request tho pls make it super detailed 😅

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We Saved Each Other CHAPTER 3 (Legolas x Reader) NSFW

CHAPTER 1: A03 or Tumblr

CHAPTER 2: A03 or Tumblr

CHAPTER 3: A03

Summary: After almost losing his love weeks earlier, Legolas decides that the future is unpredictable so what better time to share himself with his new fiance than right now.

Note: Smut.

Don't know what else to tell you. This is 11K+ words of pure, explicit, detailed love-making from the very first word to the last.

I hope you make it to the end but if you need breaks, I won't blame you.

ENJOY!

Pairing: Legolas x Reader (female elf)

Warnings: smut, virginity loss, fluff fluff and more fluff. Oh and did I say smut? MINORS DNR!

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*Immediate continuation from Chapter 2*

The prince slowly picked you up and gently placed your body on the bed beneath him as he moved over you to kiss you deeper than he had ever done before. From your sitting position just moments ago, Legolas had not moved your legs from straddling his hips as he lifted you and laid you under him. His clothed body remained between your legs and for the first time in not only your relationship but your life, the feeling of having yourself so open to another as they settled within your parted legs had you nervous. Even the weight of Legolas' body resting gently on top of yours but keeping the distance between your pelvis' made your mind spin as you tried not to panic. Your future husband's words were playing over and over in your head in an attempt to calm yourself.

//"...you're in control."//

//"Tonight is all about you."//

These words brought you more comfort than you initially realised and you closed your eyes, trying to soothe your rapidly beating heart. You wanted to take in every second of this experience, commit every touch and sound to memory.

Sensing some reluctance and seeing your eyes hide behind the lids, Legolas brought the back of his hands to your cheeks and lovingly caressed your face. "I can feel your heart, meleth. Do not be afraid, all you will know this night is the depth of my love." You opened your eyes as his words struck your heart and you gave him a small close-lipped smile in response.

"I know, my love. I know I'm safe with you. It's just new sensations mixed with excitement and... fear." Legolas stopped all movement and slowly rolled himself off you to lay next to your body, never taking his eyes off yours and reaching down to hold one of your hands. "Fear?", the prince asked. "You fear what is about to happen?". You turn over so you're completely facing him, "I do not fear you, my love. I only fear the potential pain that is about to occur. I understand it can be a shock at first... so I'm just apprehensive of that."

Legolas nodded his head, fully grasping the truth of your fear and brought his hand up to gently hold your chin so you were looking directly into his eyes. "That is completely understandable, but I have heard it only hurts for a moment. I will do all I can to make this as pleasurable for you as possible, to make your body ready for me." The prince watched your eyes as his words left his lips, waiting for any sign of uncertainty. Sensing none and not hearing you revoke your consent, Legolas continued, "I will go as slow as you need, my love. If at any moment you decide you've had enough and don't wish to continue, all you need to do is tell me and I'll stop. As I said earlier, you're in control. Ok, my beloved?"

With that, you let go the breath you hadn't realised you'd been holding, nodded your head and whispered, "I trust you completely."

A small, endearing smile appeared on Legolas' face once more and he brought his lips back down to yours but didn't connect them. His eyes remained locked onto yours. "I'm going to place my hands back on you now, ok?" Once more, you nodded and felt him place one of his hands on your waist while the other snaked it's way between your neck and the pillow your head was laying on, bringing you up to rest on his bicep as he slowly moved his body to lay completely against yours. You responded by bringing one of your hands up to rest on the side of his face which was mere centimetres away from yours and placing the other flat against his chest.

You were both laying on your sides facing each other when Legolas connected your lips. The kiss was impossibly gentle, and you felt the love pouring out of your new fiancé. You felt the hand which slid under your neck reach up to lightly grab the back of your head while the prince deepened the kiss. In doing so, as you did earlier, you involuntarily moaned again, and it wasn't until the third time of you doing this that you noticed Legolas thoroughly enjoyed this response. The vibrations went straight through him again from his lips down to his member and the hand that was resting on your waist came around to the small of your back bringing your body flush against his own.

This kiss lasted a few more moments before Legolas needed to come up for air, the pressure in his breaches was building but he knew he had a little while yet before you'd be ready to accept him within you. With this thought, he asked you to trust him with his eyes and you understood the request as you nodded. Kissing you again, the prince used the pressure of his upper body and the support of his hands to gently roll you over onto your back as he lifted himself up on his elbow to slightly lean over you, never breaking the kiss. Taking the hand that rested on your back, he brought it up now to rest on the side of your neck.

Bringing his lips from your own, he gingerly moved them until you felt his hot breath on the side of your neck before he was placing small, delicate kisses along the length of it. You couldn't do anything else with your hands but slide your palms over the feel of the silk sheets as Legolas began kissing you from your jaw down your neck, not stopping. The grip of his hand slightly intensified as he placed more pressure on your neck with his lips which caused you to repeatedly gasp.

Releasing his hand, the prince brought it up to stroke the tip of your highly sensitive pointed ear as he remembered how you responded from this unintentional gesture earlier. He was keen to explore it. As before, your body jumped when his fingers brushed over the tip and your eyes closed from the intensity of the action but this time, the sensation was coupled with the feel of his lips travelling over your collarbone and further down. You began panting from the stimulation and the nerves but did not stop his actions... it felt too good, and your body simultaneously released a gasp and a moan through your panting breaths.

The sounds your were making along with feeling your body coming alive under his ministrations was driving the prince crazy with pure lust.

He brought his hand away from your ear as he desired to keep exploring your body, mapping it out on his way down and making mental notes of which actions drew out those delicious noises he loved so much. While continuing his slow decent with his lips, he brought his spare hand down and placed it just on the side of your breast, letting you know that that was his next point of interest and to give you the chance stop him.

Opening his eyes slightly to look upon you, Legolas once again and not for the final time this night searched for any hesitation but found none. Your eyes remained closed, and he could see your body slowly surrendering to him as it became accustomed to his touches. Convinced you wanted more, the prince continued kissing you down from your collarbone and over your clothed chest. He brought his hand up and gently cupped your breast which was furthest away from him and began kneading it, testing the waters a bit. You let out gasp after gasp with each delicate squeeze but did not stay his hand, so Legolas continued. He brought his lips over the other clothed breast and began placing delicate kisses over the top of it, feeling your erect nipples through the fabric.

The feel of your hardened buds made Legolas salivate a little as his desire to caress your soft skin with his mouth became too much for him to bare. Bringing the hand which was kneading your breast to the centre of your chest, he began slowly undoing the buttons of your tunic and your eyes snapped open as you realised what he was about to do. Seeing this response, Legolas didn't stop but instead offered you words of comfort while maintaining his actions

"Shhhh, meleth. You're alright. Trust me." he whispered as he looked into your eyes.

Trust him you did, and you took a deep breath before feeling his hand slide slowly underneath your now unbuttoned tunic to rest directly on your bare breast. The contact of his hand on the skin of your breast sent a jolt of energy through your body, landing once more in your core. The prince didn't stop as he shifted his weight to bring the top half of his body further over yours to gain better access to his prize. With his other hand, he gently moved the fabric covering your remaining breast until both were now exposed. Your hardened bud was erect and waiting for the prince to claim with his lips which he did with no hesitation. Continuing his previous ministrations, he started to knead your other breast while bringing the one closest to him into his mouth and lightly began to suck and add pressure to your nipple.

Your back arched off the bed in response and your breathing momentarily stopped as jolt after jolt of pleasure soared through your entire body. Legolas was confident that you would stop him if you didn't feel pleasure, or his actions caused discomfort so he decided against stopping to check on you for the moment. Your body telling him everything he needed to know and giving him the confidence to continue.

He didn't let up for a second as his lips formed a tight seal around your breast and the tip of his tongue was circling over your nipple while the pressure of his hand on your other breast intensified as he pinched your tip between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation was the most intense feeling you had ever felt in your relatively short elven life, and you hadn't realised you brought a hand up to the back of Legolas' head and began pulling at the roots of his scalp, drawing his face in impossibly close to your breast which he was now attacking with his mouth.

The feel of your fingers tugging his hair from the roots had the prince's clothed erection throbbing painfully as it was screaming to take its pleasures now. Apparently Legolas enjoyed a little bit of pain which was news to him and he made a mental note of this for later on.

With a loud pop, Legolas released your breast from his mouth and with his other hand, ceased the pinching motion for the moment, resting the palm of his hand flat against your other breast. You took the slight reprieve to catch your breath as your back moved to lay flat against the mattress once more. Opening your eyes, you saw the face of your future husband smirking down at you with a slight hint of arrogance in his eyes.

"I take it you enjoyed that then?" the prince asked smugly. You lightly hit him on the arm as your smile crept onto your face and you turned your head to the side of the pillow, avoiding his gaze. "Yeah, you enjoyed it." Legolas concluded proudly.

Sitting up on his knees now, he brought his hands back down to the buttons of your tunic as he began undoing the remaining ones. Realising what he was doing, you moved your head back around to look at him as he swiftly brought his lips next to your ear and whispered, "Shall we find out what else you enjoy?".

Your breath hitched in your chest as you realised where he was about to touch you. Pushing all your nerves and fears to the side as best you could, you nodded your head and looked into his eyes. Knowing where he was about to explore, the action was not enough for the prince.

"Words, my love. Tell me with words." he requested as his hands kept undoing the buttons of your tunic until all were unclasped and he pushed the two sides of the fabric to rest on either side of your body. "Yes" you breathed out as your nerves battled with your wits as you realised your top half was completely bare to the prince for the very first time.

Instinctively you brought your arms up to try and cover yourself as best you could, but Legolas would have none of it. "No, my love. Let me see you. Let me admire your body in its complete perfection." he said as he gently moved your arms to place them at your sides.

Moving his legs over either side of your hips, the prince straddled you as he went to remove his own tunic, tossing it onto the floor. What you saw before you had you in complete disbelief. How could something so utterly perfect not only exist on this earth but long for you the same way you did him. Legolas' body was a masterpiece, there was no other way to put it. Every part of him was pure muscle and you suddenly felt a deep desire to trace each defined line with your tongue. You longed to taste him but that would have to wait for another night.

Without realising it, you began biting your bottom lip as your eyes widened and the prince took in your recognition of his body. Smiling down at you once more, Legolas leaned over and placed his hands on either side of your head, bringing his face close to yours so your noses were almost touching. His long, golden hair fell around the both of you as he bore his eyes into yours and you thought you had reached heaven by this action alone.

"Like what you see?" he asked with that same knowing smirk.

You breathed out your response without blinking, "Y... yes. Very much so" and the prince brought his lips back down to your neck and began urgently kissing down the length of it once again.

He did not stop this time as he moved over your collarbone, over both your breasts until he found the centre of your stomach. This was the lowest point he had reached on your body, and he knew what lay just a few centimetres south of this spot. With this in mind, he needed to calm himself down and keep reminding himself that tonight was about you, and he couldn't just take what he truly desired.

No, he needed to go slow to ensure your pleasure and readiness for him. Bringing both hands and intertwining his fingers with yours, he moved his lips slowly, almost agonisingly slowly across your stomach. Kissing every single inch of it, making sure you felt completely safe and loved before he moved down further. As his lips connected with your soft skin, he brought his eyes up to look upon your face, again searching for any hesitations.

Feeling the pressure of his movements shift slightly, you opened your eyes and saw the unspoken question written all over his face, "Are you ready for me to go further?". Before you had time to consider your words, you gave Legolas the permission he sought. "I'm ready" you said, placing your head back down on the pillow and looking up at the ceiling trying to focus on your almost painfully rapid heartbeat. Hearing your words, Legolas gave your hands a firm squeeze before placing his fingertips over the top of and into the band of your leggings, his lips continuing to worship your stomach while slowly moving down to meet his hands.

Your breathing intensified with excitement, uncertainty, curiosity and nervousness. Feeling his fingertips under the band of your leggings had you almost squirming with anticipation, but you stayed yourself, focusing instead on your breathing. As his fingers remained hooked in your leggings, you felt Legolas' lips travel further down over your clothed legs, not yet paying attention to the part of you which seemed to be aching for attention. His lips caressed you over the top of your thighs as he brought down one of his hands and wrapped it around the back of one of your legs.

Legolas' movements were slow, deliberate. He was searching for all your sweet spots and found another one when he applied pressure on the inside of your thigh with another kiss. The action had your hands lightly fisting the sheets beneath you as you let out a deep moan. Hearing your pleasure, the prince's confidence grew and with it his desire as he found himself yet again longing for skin to skin contact to set your body alight. Slowly he lifted his head and brought his hands up, hooking his fingers back under the band of your leggings.

Making sure he only grabbed onto the leggings and not your undergarment, Legolas began to slide the annoying piece of clothing down your body. Instinctively you rose your hips to assist in the process which made the prince smirk slightly. Your movement telling him you were receptive to his actions and wanted more which he was more than willing to provide.

Bringing himself back up to sit on his knees, he continued removing your clothing down your legs until they were free of the fabric, and you only lay there before him in nothing but your lingerie. You felt completely vulnerable, and you weren't sure whether to giggle from nerves or cry from embarrassment but Legolas did not allow you much time to overthink as he lowered himself back down to the bed, slowly sliding his body up your legs and leaving a trail of kisses along the length of them as he travelled up. One leg receiving the touches of his tender lips while the other enjoyed the feel of his large hand sliding up as he went.

He arrived back where he wanted to be, near that sweet spot he had stumbled upon just moments ago. Bringing both his hands down to grab the underside of your calves, Legolas delicately parted your legs so he could lay his torso between them. Glancing at your face and meeting no resistance, he continued by bringing his lips back down to the inside of one of your bare thighs and placed stronger kisses upon it. His hands met his face as he hooked them both under your legs, gently holding them apart. Your body began to tremble as you felt him place fierce kisses up the inside of your thighs, traveling up and up until you felt his hot breath on your clothed centre. This was it... he had arrived.

Legolas opened his eyes to look down upon your centre and swallowed hard. He would not admit it but he was feeling equally as nervous and excited. Taking a deep breath, the scent of you met his senses and the primal urges within him began to overtake his mind. He shut his eyes as he calmed himself down, again reminding himself that he needed to go slow until you said otherwise.

Opening his eyes again, he moved his lips to meet the crease between your mound and inner thigh, the closest he had ever been to your sweet spot that was screaming for attention at this point. Your breath shuddered as you felt his hands gripping your thighs tighter, keeping you open for him. You quickly realised how close he was to touching you for the very first time. Having not even touched yourself before, every single sensation was new, and you wanted to experience it all with Legolas.

His lips didn't pause, and he placed featherlight kisses across the lips of your centre which were hidden behind the last layer of fabric. Taking in another deep breath, the scent of you consumed him and his member practically jumped through his pants. Its patience wearing thin. Legolas groaned at how painfully hard he had become and began lightly bucking his hips against the mattress to give himself some much-needed friction. This seemed to quiet down his intense urges for the moment while he focused on getting you ready.

Glancing down, he looked upon at where his lips had just been and noticed a large wet spot had formed on your undergarments. Your body was waking up, responding to his touches, telling him you were willing to take everything he was longing to provide you this night. Seeing the wet spot, his mind had him yearning to feel your warm, slickened lips for himself as he had imagined many times during your relationship.

Releasing his grip on your thighs, Legolas moved his half naked body up the bed until his lips crushed against yours, stealing the breath from you with this unexpected movement. Without breaking the kiss, your felt one of the prince's hands slide its way down until it gently cupped you between your legs, eliciting a loud gasp as your eyes shot open to stare into his.

Breaking the kiss, Legolas planted soft pecks over your face as he gently began adding pressure with his middle finger to your clothed centre, pushing your wet lips apart through the fabric. The action made your entire body jump and you threw your hands around his neck, hoping he'd keep you grounded. Feeling your desperate reaction, with the arm he was resting on, he moved it under your shoulders to bring your body close to his own as he continued applying pressure to your centre. His own breath hitched as he felt your breasts pushed up against his bare chest for the very first time. The softness of them against his hard pecks had you both moaning from the skin to skin contact as both your body temperatures began to rise.

The simultaneous moans, the heat of your mound, the feel of your breasts against him drove the prince's desperation to touch you without any more resistance. He withdrew his hand slightly to bring his fingertips up to the top of your lingerie, pushing them in underneath the fabric and slowly slid them down until his middle finger resumed its actions from mere seconds ago. This time, instead of the feel of soft cotton, all he felt was the wet heat of your body as he began sliding his finger through your folds, searching for that sensitive spot that would have you seeing stars. He continued planting kisses along your cheeks and over your neck as his hips started to gently buck against the side of your body, searching for its own satisfaction.

It was all too much, and you began to pant at the feel of his long, slender digit buried between your slit. You tried not to think, just wanting to enjoy all the sensations the prince was offering but you had trouble getting out of your own head. That was until his finger slid all the way up and moved over your wet clit. Your body tensed and jumped as your arms pulled Legolas' head into your neck and you cried out without meaning to. Bringing his head up to look at you but not letting you go, he watched you cautiously, waiting for confirmation that you had in fact enjoyed that slight movement of his finger. Your eyes remained closed as you tried to make sense of what you had just felt.

Was something that intense meant to course through your body?

Was that normal?

Your arms remained locked around the prince's neck as he began speaking softly, "My love? Are you ok?"

You weren't entirely sure how to answer that. You believed you were ok as you did not feel any discomfort or pain... so what was that just now? Opening your eyes slightly, you looked at him and saw a slight glimmer of concern. Offering him a small smile of reassurance you responded, "I... I think so. Whatever you did, it felt like a lightning bolt ripped through my very being."

Listening to you carefully with his finger remaining where it was but unmoving, the prince smirked, "Did you like it?"

Again, you weren't sure of the answer, and you tried to think back to how you felt in the moment, "I'm not sure. It wasn't unpleasurable, just a shock I suppose." Legolas nodded in response and began placing kisses over your face before whispering, "Just feel me, y/n. Don't think. Allow your body to answer for you."

You felt his finger begin to slowly move up and down between your slickened lips and once again, it found that spot which made your body jolt with electricity. Your legs snapped shut, trapping his hand between them as the grip of your arms on his neck brought his entire top half down onto yours. You were panting in his ear but did not stop his actions which spurred him on to continue. Even with your legs trapping his hand, his middle digit continued stroking you over and over until you began crying out, gripping him so fiercely that a groan ripped through his chest.

"Le... Legolas!" you yelled, not wanting him to stop while not sure if you would pass out from the intensity of the pressure building within you.

His finger remained pressed against your bud now as he drew circles over it, applying constant pressure which had you tightening your thighs together even more. Your fingers slid through the strands of his hair, gripping hard and pulling his face down into your neck while your other hand pushed your nails into his bicep. Legolas was moaning through the slight pain you were causing him, but he did not mind it. In fact, it made his resolve more desperate to take you this night.

Your breathing was practically non-existent at this point as you felt your stomach muscles begin to tighten with each stroke of his finger. Legolas made to move his head from your neck, wishing to see you come undone from his touch. Feeling him try to pull away, you eased up your grip on his neck and placed your hand on his shoulder, your other hand still holding onto his arm. He brought his spare hand up to rest on the top of your head, stroking your hair. Your eyes had lost all colour as your pupils were blown from the passion of the moment.

The image before him made his heart momentarily stop and drove his desire to bring you to release. Slowing down his movements on your clit for the moment, he felt your legs begin to relax with the reprieve and used this opportunity place his hand on your knee which was closest to him, bringing your leg down and opening you up once more. Legolas brought his leg up and over yours to keep you in place as his finger returned to your bud and began stroking it again. This time, however, he did not start slow. Instead, he returned to his fast, deliberate strokes and your legs tried to snap shut again from the intensity, but Legolas was not about to let that happen, adding pressure of his leg on top of yours to pin it down.

Sliding his spare hand underneath your head, he gently brought your face up to his and pressed his tongue into your mouth, drinking in your taste and moans. You were trying to breathe through your nose as your stomach muscles started clenching once again and your legs began to shake. Your moans were turning into cries and Legolas moved his forehead, so it was resting upon yours as his eyes locked onto your own.

"Y/N, stop thinking. Let go. Let me hear you."

It was all too much. His leg pinning yours down, the tip of his finger furiously rubbing your clit, the feel of his breath upon your lips, the tight grip he had on the back of your head pinning your face to his... it was all over.

"LEGOLAS!!" you screamed as your body began convulsing under him.

The violent throbs which were ripping through you had you hearing your own rapid heartbeat in your ears and your eyes tightly shut as wave after wave of orgasm washed over you.

As your rode out the waves of your first ever orgasm, not fully believing that you had not left the realm of the living, you felt Legolas place sweet, gentle kisses on your forehead. He removed his hand from your centre to rest on your stomach, his eyes looking into yours as the world came back into focus. Seeing your mind return to the present, your saw the proud prince beaming down at you, "Hi" he smirked and chuckled. A wider smile appeared on your face as you giggled in response, "H.. Hi." You released his arm and brought your hand up to rest on your forehead, breathing deeply as if you were filling your lungs for the very first time.

Legolas was still watching you, content with the knowledge that you had just enjoyed yourself. "Are you ok?" he asked already knowing the answer. The question was a loaded one for you and you tried to unscramble your thoughts about what had just occurred.

"I feel light, like my very soul is flying. I've never experienced anything like it before. My body is in the most relaxed state it’s ever been yet mere moments ago my heart was beating as though I were fighting in a great battle." You swallowed, remembering how your body just exploded and yet you remained intact. Legolas was smiling at you still as you described your orgasm to him, caressing your cheek as you spoke. He was in awe that he was able to make you feel all those sensations with nothing but a single finger.

He wondered how your body would react to something much larger and wider. The very thought made his pupils dilate and his facial expression changed. You looked up at him and wondered what he was thinking, "Legolas?"

Snapping out of his brief daydream, his eyes refocused on you at the sound of his name. "Apologies, my love. My mind ran away with me."

You shook your head and kissed his cheek, "Where were you, meleth?" you whispered, genuinely curious to know where his thoughts were at.

He gave you a small smirk as he became a bit bolder with his words, "I was imagining how you would feel around me."

At the sound of his words, you felt your body react as you stiffened slightly. When you didn't respond he continued, "Of course, that is if you still wish to try this night? I understand you may be tired from your recent release." You looked up at him as he still lay over you and nudged the side of his nose with your own in a sign of affection, "I am not tired, my love. I want to try if you are still willing."

A small groan travelled up Legolas' throat at the sound of the words he had wished to hear. His erection throbbed in response, and you felt it on the side of your leg through his breaches as his body remained flush against yours. "I am more than willing, meleth. Oh gods, I am willing." His body was ready, but he knew he had still yet to prepare you properly to be able to accept him with as little discomfort as possible. Placing a tender kiss upon your lips you felt Legolas' fingertips begin their second decent down towards your waiting heat.

"Ready for more pleasures, my girl?"

You nodded your head but as before, the prince needed to hear you say it. Staying his hand and shaking his head, he commanded "No, meleth. Words. I need to hear it".

"I'm ready" you breathed out, looking up at him with lidded eyes. This alone almost sent Legolas over the edge.

Moving his body up from the bed, he sat on his knees next to your legs as his fingers began removing the final piece of clothing from your body. The prince was about you look upon you completely naked for the first time and the thought had his heart pounding with anticipation. He swallowed hard as your pink, swollen, glistening folds came into his line of sight. He slowly removed your panties down over your legs before throwing them next to his tunic on the floor.

Looking upon his face, you saw your fiancé becoming drunk on the mere sight of your naked form. Fighting with your mind, you did not move to cover yourself as before with your hands. Instead, you allowed him to bask in the sight of you and what a sight you were. Legolas thought he had died and was looking upon a goddess in the halls of Mandos. "So perfect" you heard him mumble to himself and you couldn't help but notice the look of pure love that washed over his features.

You raised your hands up towards him, encouraging him to come back down to you, "My love, come to me". He didn't need convincing as he gently laid his body back next to yours and you felt the familiar bulge of his erection nudge your leg by accident. The brief contact had caused a small whimper escaped Legolas' throat. You kissed the tip of his nose before nudging it slightly with your own, trying to get his attention.

When Legolas opened his eyes and saw you watching him, you found your voice again, "Legolas, may I see you?".

The meaning of the question, you felt, was an obvious one but it was lost on the prince. Cupping your cheek with his hand, he answered, "Do you not see me, meleth? I am here, completely yours." With a slight shake of your head, you corrected him, "No, my love." Your eyes travelled down and landed on the hardened member that was screaming to be released from its confines before moving back up to look into his gaze.

"I desire to see all of you."

Finally catching your meaning, Legolas' eyes widened. He did not expect you to be so bold this night as his focus was completely on you and your needs. Recovering quickly from the momentary shock of your request, the prince nodded and moved onto his back, taking you with him so you were now leaning over him. With the back of his hand he caressed your cheek, "As you wish, my future wife".

The prince was not as shy as you and allowed you take all the control you wanted without a second thought. Now resting on your elbow, your free hand moved over his chiselled chest, down over his stomach until your fingertips rested on the waistband of his pants. Legolas watched you looking upon the movements of your hand as it travelled over his waiting body. The feel of your gentle fingers tracing the lines of his muscles had the prince's eyes rolling in the back of his head and his body jolted when you ran a finger over one of his nipples. You chuckled sweetly and kissed his cheek as you logged that action in your memory for a future encounter. Hearing the sweet sound of your voice, Legolas opened his eyes and smiled down at you, "It seems you are also finding pleasure points of my own this night, y/n." You smirked in response before moving to sit next to Legolas' hips.

Hooking your fingertips underneath his waistband, it was your turn to lay the prince bare as he had done for you. Legolas never took his eyes of you as he watched your every move, trying to ground himself to the present and remind himself this was actually happening. With great care, you began moving both his breaches and undergarments down over his hips. Like you did earlier, he brought his hips up slightly to assist in the removal of the clothing which made the process a little easier.

You didn't realise the front of the waistband became caught on the tip of his erection and Legolas' hand flew down to help remove himself from the confines, pulling the waistband up and down his length. "Sorry, my love." you whispered, a little embarrassed that you caused him a moment of discomfort. Legolas quickly shook his head, "No, my beloved. It is well. Please, continue"

Taking a deep breath, you began removing the two pieces of clothing together until you threw them on the floor with the rest of your garments. Looking down at Legolas' hardened member as it sprung up, laying across his lower stomach, your mouth became dry with apprehension as your eyes widened with anxiety. How on earth were you going to be able to take him within you? Panic began to set in your mind and this was not lost on the prince who quickly sat up, cupping your face with both of his hands.

Both of you sat there completely bared to the other when his voice just above a whisper but filled with concern reached your heart, "Hey. Y/N, look at me." Peeling your eyes away from his girthy erection, you met his intense gaze before he continued, "You are safe, my love. I will do all I can to prepare you properly and you do not have to take the whole of me should it be too unpleasant. I will go as slow as you need, remember that."

Kissing your face to help your growing anxieties, Legolas brought your body onto his with his strong embrace, trying to calm your mind which he saw was on overdrive. He spoke sweet reassurances in your ear, "You are so loved, my girl. I would never hurt you if I can avoid it." Bringing his forehead to rest upon yours, Legolas almost pleaded with you, hoping you had not withdrawn from him completely, "Will you allow my hands upon you once more to ensure your comfort?" Taking in his words and the feel of his soft touches upon your body, you lightly nodded your head trying to hide any sense of hesitation. You knew in your heart you wanted to join your body with Legolas' this night and were willing to try to push through the thoughts of pain to make it happen.

Softly placing his hands upon you, one on your shoulder the other on your waist, the prince gently laid you back down onto the mattress without breaking eye contact. He laid his torso over you, careful not to apply any of his weight down onto your body and potentially scaring you after your moment of panic. He looked down the length of your body, knowing what he needed to do to get you ready. Looking back up at you, resting on his elbow and bringing his hand up to stroke your head, his free hand began moving down towards your core as before.

"My y/n, you are so beautiful." Legolas uttered before placing a kiss on your forehead. "I'm going to touch you now and it will be a little different to before. You will stop me if you have any doubts, right?"

Knowing by now that Legolas needed words to these types of questions, you replied, "I will."

Bringing his lips to lay a tender kiss on your own, your felt the familiar fingertips begin to slowly move through your folds as before. You gasped from the contact and your legs moved to clamp down on his hand as a natural reaction.

"No, my love." Legolas began, "Open yourself up to me. If I am to properly prepare you, I need you to resist closing yourself off."

You felt his slightly wet-slicked hand rub the length of one of your thighs tenderly as he spoke, trying to relax you. You noted your knees beginning to part as he moved the tips of his fingers down the inside of your thigh, "That's it, meleth. Stay like that for me." he requested as he returned two of his fingers within the embrace your slickened lips.

The gasp that escaped your mouth reached Legolas' ears as he brought his eyes upon your face again. Sensing you weren't in any type of discomfort he continued his actions, getting his index and middle fingers as wet as possible with your natural lubricant. Confident that he had gathered enough to not cause you much, if any, unpleasantness, his fingers moved down further until they reached your entrance.

Your eyes shot open as you felt the tip of one of his fingers begin to push into your core. Legolas stopped the movement and kissed your face softly and tenderly, trying to reassure you without words. Listening to the sound of your breathing, you did not sound panicked but anxious and he was right. You were anxious about what you were about to feel.

"You're safe and you're loved." Legolas whispered into your ear as he slowly began pushing his middle finger into your depths, stopping at the second knuckle.

The sensation of being penetrated for the first time had your eyes rolling in the back of your head and your back slightly arching off the bed. One of your hands fisted the bedsheet while the other shot up to hold the top of the pillow your head rested on. The sound that left your mouth made the prince's heart skip a beat as his urge to devour you right at that moment plagued his mind. He quickly pushed the thought from his head.

As you made no attempt to stay his hand, Legolas began pushing his finger further inside of you until the entire length was enveloped within your walls. He began sliding his finger in and out slightly, mimicking what was to come with his throbbing member. Your panting increased as he moved, and your knuckles began turning white from the strength of your fisted hands. Legolas withdrew and re-entered your core with his long digit with a bit more speed now, causing small whimpering moans to escape your throat.

He continued this motion for a few more minutes, making sure you were completely comfortable with the feeling before adding a second finger. As you felt him begin to stretch you with the addition of the second digit, you brought your arms around him and clung onto him for support, forcing your legs to stay apart for him. You let out a small cry of shock and satisfaction as you began to gain an understanding of what it was to feel full. Legolas pushed the entire length of both his fingers within your core and began the same motion as before, this time working on stretching you as much as he could.

You felt so unbelievably tight around his fingers and this realisation went straight to his member. Feeling the tightness of you, the prince was now mildly concerned how you would begin to take him, but he did not show his worry. Instead, he decided it would be within your best interests should he trying to add a third finger. Withdrawing the two he had been working with, the brief loss of contact had you feeling disappointed as you calmed your breathing down only to let out a powerful cry as you felt three fingers enter you. Your grasp on the prince's neck and shoulders intensified as he stretched you further and began the same movement, in and out repeatedly.

"Legolas!" you cried into his ear, but he did not stop as he did not hear any tone of pain, only pleasure.

Speeding up slightly when he heard your panting increase and felt your fingernails digging into his flesh, you began moaning with each push of his hand. Then he felt it, your walls beginning to contract around his fingers and your moans becoming louder. He was bringing you to another orgasm and he was not about to stop. Instead the desperate prince increased the speed of his ministrations until the sound of his fingers drenched with your natural slick started filling the room along with your moans and cries.

"Le... Legolas... Oh Gods!" You panted, clinging onto the prince. "I’m... going to... going... to.... LEGOLAS!!!" you cried as your second climax surged through your entire body. The intensity of this one was so much more powerful than your first, you didn't know how you were ever going to catch your breath.

Desperately clinging onto Legolas out of fear of falling through the earth, your walls continued pulsing around his fingers which he had yet to withdraw. Instead, he remained where he was, keeping his hand buried within your warmth as he held you close with his other hand. Feeling you throb around his digits, the prince swallowed hard as he imagined how you would feel convulsing around his shaft.

Thinking upon this, he decided he had prepared you as much as he could. His patience to feel some pleasure himself was beginning falter as you already felt so warm and tight around his fingers. This was beginning to border on the edge of torture for him. Feeling your body calming down, Legolas slowly withdrew his fingers and brought his lips down onto yours for a deep, sensual kiss. You brought your hands up to the back of his head to deepen it as you were riding your natural high of your second orgasm.

Without breaking the kiss, Legolas brought his body up and laid it on top of yours, settling his pelvis between your open legs and resting his throbbing erection against the heat of your mound. This alone was enough to make his eyes roll back slightly as he began gently bucking against you, trying to coat himself with as much of your natural lubricant as possible.

Your heart was racing out of your chest as you were reminding yourself to breath and remain as calm as possible. Opening his eyes to look upon you, Legolas brought himself down to rest on his elbows on either side of your body while staring into your e/c eyes. He stared at you for what seemed like an eternity, searching for any sign of hesitation or change of mind. His gorgeous blue eyes were filled with desire but also love and a hint of concern.

"Y/N, my y/n. My beautiful, perfect girl." he swallowed hard, "Are you ready?" has asked, stroking your cheeks with the backs of his hands.

With all the determination you could find within your heart, your voice trembled slightly with nerves as you gave your final consent, "I'm yours".

Groaning from your response, Legolas kissed you deeply to give you something else to think upon. He slowly withdrew his hips away from you, allowing his hardened member to fall naturally and line himself up with your entrance. He lightly began to move his hips forward, his swollen head searching for the entrance to your core as he delicately prodded around your heat. Hitting a sweet spot causing you to gasp, he knew he had found what he had been aching for and deepened the kiss, keeping your mind off his movements below. Slowly, Legolas began to push against your entrance, finding the resistance a bit more difficult than he had anticipated even with his efforts to prepare you.

Without breaking the kiss, he brought one his hands down between your bodies and took himself within his grasp to steady his member. Once more, he pushed forward and the added support was all he needed for the tip of his length to penetrate your tight opening. He groaned into the kiss as he felt your walls give way to the head of his shaft. You matched his sounds with a trembling whimper of your own as you felt a slight burning sensation where Legolas had joined himself with you.

Staying his hips and breaking the kiss, Legolas brought his head up to watch you attentively. This was the moment he was most cautious of as were you. Lovingly, he brought his hands back up to your face to stroke your cheeks as he planted the most tender kisses over your features.

"My love, I'm going to push a little further now, ok?"

With a shaky voice, you answered, "Ok"

"Hold onto me, meleth. I won’t let you go." Legolas said as he felt the grips of your hands on his arms tighten with anticipation.

"Breathe, y/n. Remember to breathe" he gently reminded you as you felt your lover push his hips forward a bit more, your walls stretching painfully to accommodate the intrusion.

Scrunching your eyes closed and sucking in a breath, you tried fighting against the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes. You did not want your future husband to worry but you had little control over them, and they began to stream down the sides of your face. With his eyes widening at the sight before him, Legolas stopped all movement of his hips and kissed away your tears.

"Meleth, I'm so sorry. Stay with me." The sight of you in pain at his touch was torture for the prince but he knew this was necessary. It would be a once off moment of pain and then you both would have an eternity of pleasure filled moments. Watching you, the concerned prince selflessly offered you a second chance to change your mind.

"Y/N, open your eyes. Look at me, my love. Please."

Slowly, your eyes began to open and what you saw levelled you. Your beloved fiance looking down upon you, love radiating from his face as part of his length was settled within your walls.

"There's my girl" Legolas began as your gaze met his, "Sweetheart, we can stop if you need. We do not have to continue this night."

As tempting as the offer was, like Legolas, you were also aware that if you managed to push through the temporary discomfort now then you would have the rest of your life to share your body with your lover and enjoy all its pleasures.

Taking a moment to consider his offer, you shook your head and spoke softly, trying to ignore the slight burning feeling from being stretched.

"I... want to keep going." was all you could manage.

Legolas listened to not only your words but your tone, trying to detect any hint of reluctance or regret. He heard your whimpering voice, and it broke his heart.

"Are you certain? I do not wish to cause you pain, meleth".

Looking up at him, you gave a weak smile, "I do not think you have a choice in the matter, my love. But I know it is not your intention and that it will not last the night. I will suffer the brief moment of discomfort for you... for us. Our future." Your carefully chosen words struck a chord within his heart and the prince felt a pang of pure, unfiltered emotion soar through him.

The fact that you were choosing to endure this uncomfortable moment to enjoy future pleasures with him made him fall in love with you all over again. You truly loved him, and he felt it in his very soul. Leaning down to kiss you, he brought his face back up as he said, "I love you so much, y/n. I'm going to continue once more, ok?"

The warning of the impending pain made you stiffen apprehensively a little and your walls that surrounded the little amount of his length which rested inside you contracted around him. Legolas groaned as his head dipped into your neck from the feel of your tightening walls as he used every single bit of his strength and willpower to not drive himself completely into you... yet.

Unsure of what caused this reaction, you were worried you had somehow hurt him and brought his face up with your hands to study his features, looking him over to try and understand what just happened. "Legolas? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Your concern went straight to his heart, and he gave you a cheeky smile mixed with a slight chuckle.

"No, my love. You did not hurt me. When you... how shall I say it... squeeze your muscles, well... it drives me crazy."

Trying to understand his meaning and what he had felt, you wanted to confirm your thoughts, "So, it was a good feeling of sorts?"

How perfectly innocent you were with your question and concern, Legolas couldn't help the smile on his face from growing wider, "Yes, my girl. It was a great feeling. But do not worry about that right now for we will have the rest of our lives to learn of each other's pleasures. Right now, my focus is solely on you."

Adjusting his position on his elbows, he placed his hands on your shoulders and his forehead against yours as he whispered, "Ready?".

The brief moment of conversation distracted you enough from the dull ache and you nodded your head, "Yes" you breathed out. Legolas once again was slowly pushing his hips further towards yours, sliding his length within you as far as your body would allow. Your walls continued adjusting to his girth and you cried out from the sensation, feeling both full and uncomfortable at the same time. You fought with your mind which was screaming at you to stop but you pushed it aside, not wanting to ruin the moment.

The prince had once again stopped his movements, giving you time to adjust to the stretch. Your heartbeat was vibrating through your chest and into his own as he felt each powerful thump. Watching you, Legolas noticed that you were holding your breath.

"Y/n? Take a breath, my darling."

Bringing you back to the present, you took a deep breath and found your strength to continue.

"Keep going, Legolas." you instructed.

He didn't need to be told twice but instead of giving you the rest of him, he gently moved the length that was within you in and out, getting you accustomed to the private dance of love making. Your walls clenched around him from the stimulation of his girth. The sounds that you made accompanied with the tightness of you, the prince was slowly losing himself as his moans mixed in the air with yours. Continuing this subtle motion for a few minutes, he felt your juices beginning to flow over him, telling him you were ready for the final push.

"Hold onto me, y/n" Legolas commanded, and you did so without question. Placing one of your hands on his shoulder and the other arm around his neck, you saw something within the prince that told you this was it.

He was about to give you the whole of him.

You braced yourself as much as you could against his body as you felt one of the prince's large hands move down to grab your hip, gently encouraging you to raise your leg slightly. With one powerful thrust, Legolas bottomed out inside you, his head shooting upwards as he let out a deep, guttural, close-lipped groan and his eyes squeezed shut.

The sheer tightness of your heated channel had made the final thrust a little uncomfortable for the prince, but it was a sensation he would welcome again and again. Feeling the whole of him take you completely caused your back to practically launch off the bed, but you were held down by the weight of the prince. Your head shot up as well, the back of it digging into the pillow it lay upon as a strained cry left your lips and your nails dug into the soft flesh of the prince.

His head fell against yours and rested there as you both trembled against the other. Legolas took the small moment to look down between your bodies, seeing himself completely sheathed within your warmth was an image he wanted burned into his mind. Swallowing hard while still gasping for air, Legolas kissed the tip of your nose to bring your attention back to him. You locked your eyes onto his, your brows slightly furrowed from the discomfort.

"Are... are you... alright, my love?" the prince asked through deep breaths.

"I... think so." you responded as your panting evened out.

"Do you wish for more?"

You heard the question, and your walls contracted around him in anticipation now which caused another grunt from the shaking prince. He did not need to hear your response as your body answered for you, but you spoke regardless, "Yes, my love. Please. I want all of you"

That was it. Legolas' last bit of control was destroyed with your words.

Rising his torso up so he was resting on his hands, he slowly withdrew his member halfway from your core before proceeding to gently push it back in, feeling your walls move along his muscle, trying to pull him back inside to keep him in place. The pain was diminishing and was quickly being replaced with overwhelming pleasure. You had done it. You had moved past the point of fear and discomfort and now all you felt were ripples of intense bliss and desire with each gentle thrust Legolas provided.

Watching you as he cautiously moved his hips in that soft, steady rhythm, the prince noticed your features move from discomfort to pleasure and his heart stopped with love, pride and need. The worst was over. All that remained was euphoria and he was going to give it to you. Confident you were now at a place where you could enjoy yourself, Legolas brought himself out of you almost completely, only leaving the tip, before driving his length all the way back inside. Your nails dug further into his flesh as you moaned with each thrust. You instinctively raised your knees, so they were resting on either side of his hips which only provided the prince with a better angle to thrust deeper, his tip hitting your cervix and had you crying out his name.

"Legolas! This... this feels.... OH GODS!! Please never stop!" you began shouting as your hips started moving to meet his thrusts.

At the sound of your cries and feel of your own movements, Legolas began to speed up his ministrations without completely pounding into you yet.

"Y/N, you feel incredible around me, my love." he moaned.

He had to fight to keep his eyes shut out of fear of finishing too early should he look upon your writhing body beneath him. The feel of your heat enveloping him was one thing, however, looking upon you as he drove himself harder into your body was going to utterly wreck him. Especially with the way your eyes were now rolling into the back of your head as he reached new depths within you.

Your walls began to convulse again for the third time this night and Legolas knew you were close from this sensation married with the sound of your rapid panting. Bringing a hand under your knee, he hoisted your leg up and over his buttocks, locking it in place as the power of his thrusts increased yet again. You were a mess. Half moaning, half screaming and not being able to form words, the sounds that left your mouth were filled with desire and passion. You moved your hands so one was grabbing onto one of Legolas' arms and the other brought his face down by his neck, so his head was resting on yours as his hips drove into you again, and again, and again. Practically forcing the air from your lungs with each push.

"Legolas..." you panted, "I'm... my body is... going to..." was all you managed to say as a particularly powerful thrust stopped all words from forming in your mind and you cried out, grabbing onto the prince for dear life.

"I know," Legolas said, not slowing down or easing up the intensity of his movements, "I can feel your pleasure building around me."

He finished speaking with another powerful thrust that made the bedhead lightly bang against the wall of your chambers. The prince's hand which continued holding your leg to his body tightened its grip as his own orgasm was mounting. His panting had increased, and he opened his eyes to look at you, feeling your imminent release as your muscles began to squeeze around him. You were completely lost in the feel of him inside you and the sight of your body moving with the strong rhythm of his hips and the sound of your moans and cries, he didn't know how much longer he was going to last.

With each push, your muscles contracted around him, pulling him further into you and your breathing had increased to a pace that was bordering on hyperventilating. Legolas' strength was beginning to fail as he fell onto his free arm, trapping your body with the weight of his own as his other hand kept your leg in place. Burying his head in the crook of your neck, Legolas was pounding into you, smashing his pelvis against your overstimulated clit over and over again.

"LEGOLAS! DON'T STOP!!" you yelled as you felt the first gentle ripple of your next orgasm spasm through your core.

The intensity of this ripple was felt by the prince and his member began throbbing in response. Legolas was grunting with each throb and yelled out your name against your shoulder.

"Y/N! I'm close... I'm there, my love!"

Your grip on his arm and neck was relentless as you attempted to spread your legs wider for him, feeling him swell within you.

"OH GODS, LEGOLAS! PLEASE!!" you begged as you brought your mouth to his shoulder to help muffle your now screams.

The prince cried out in your ear as his powerful and shallow thrusts continued, driving your body towards its third release.

"Fall with me, y/n. Let go... NOW!!" Legolas commanded he violently drove himself up to the hilt within you once more as he swelled, releasing his essence into your vibrating body.

The scream that ripped through your throat as you shuddered around him, pulling all you could from his throbbing member and feeling his warm fluid fill you up, you were certain that every ellon and elleth within the realm had heard your throws of passion, but you cared not. Not in this moment.

You both lay there as the prince worked through each powerful stream of pleasure that escaped him, emptying himself completely inside of you. The almost feral grunts and moans that were still traveling up his throat and into your ear only spurred on the length of your own orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. After a few moments of laying still, not wanting to break the contact yet, Legolas released his death like grip on the back of your thigh and gently placed it back onto the bed.

Bringing his hand up to caress your shoulder, neck and face with his fingertips, the prince's eyes were filled with love as a satisfied grin erupted on his face. He brought his sweaty forehead down to rest on yours which was equally drenched as he gently moaned through the last waves of his own orgasm. You brought your arms around his torso as you tried to look upon his face.

"I love you, Legolas" was all you could think of saying in that moment.

What else was there to say? Your body had said it all for you.

Staring into your eyes, Legolas returned your affection as he gently began running the fingers of one of his hands through your hair, "As I love you, my y/n. You did so well."

Smiling up at him, you wanted to share your thoughts of what had just transpired between you both, "The feel of you within me, Legolas... it was the most extraordinary feeling in the world. I can't believe something which feels so perfect is now within reach whenever we desire it. How are we going to stop?"

The love was pouring from you and the prince felt it pulsing within his very soul, "We are one now, meleth. We can enjoy each other as many times as we desire for as long as we desire."

The idea of Legolas' body being conveniently within your reach at any point had your own body reacting as though it did not just have three powerful orgasms rip through it. Your walls clenched with excitement around the spent prince who remained sheathed within you which elicited an overstimulated groan from him as his head fell back against your shoulder.

"You're going to be the death of me, my love." he shuddered before removing himself from the vice-like grip of your core.

Your body trembled with the loss, and you felt utterly empty without him. Sensing your slight disappointment, the prince chuckled before rolling onto his back and bringing your shoulders within his embrace to rest your head against his chest.

"What have I awoken in you this night, meleth? You're insatiable"

Giggling, you looked up at him and softly placed a hand on his chest, "Is that a bad thing?"

Smiling down at you and tightening his hold, Legolas kissed the top of your head and closed his eyes in contentment, "Not at all. I only hope I can keep up with you."

A small chuckle resonated through your chest at his words, and you closed your eyes, being lulled to sleep by the sound of his calming heart. You were complete. You were loved.

Legolas heard your breathing even out as you fell into a deep sleep within his arms. Kissing your forehead gently, the prince whispered, "My girl, my future wife. I will love you forever." before drifting off into his own blissed out slumber.