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A week had passed since the ending of the battle of the five armies. The dead were being buried and the wounded were being treated to the best of the ability of what healers were around. The ruined city of Dale was slowly, but surely being rebuilt so that the new inhabitants would have a real place to live. Though hardly anything could be done without supplies. Food, clothing, medicine, and other necessities were running low, people began to complain and go to their appointed King Bard for help. Bard, not wanting anything to happen to his people as they have suffered enough, went to their only ally at the time. The Elvenking. The elves of Mirkwood had not yet left and retreated back into their forest, so a meeting was arranged. Or at least, that was the agreed upon scene between the two.
The sun was beginning to set when Bard was called upon and escorted to the Elvenkings tent. Inside the Elvenking waited. The large tent had a rug on the floor with an intricate pattern, a small round table with two chairs was situated in the middle of the tent, and that was where the king sat when Bard entered. Bard bowed respectfully to Thranduil, before following the kings guiding gesture to the seat opposite of him.
“You wished to hold counsel with me. Well, I’m listening” Thranduil stated, pouring them both a cup of wine.
“Yes lord. I know that my people and I have held trade relations with you for many years now. While yes, the agreement was made with the past master, I am now King and wish to continue such a relationship with you.” Bard began, nodding his thanks as he took the cup of wine.
“We will not survive this winter, or at least not many of us will. That being said, I wish to request supplies from you. Food, clothing, blankets, anything that you can spare to help us last the first winter while we rebuild ourselves.” He continued, not moving his gaze from the Elvenking.
Thranduil did not speak, his gaze stared sharply at Bards as he spoke. Occasionally he sipped from his glass, still his eyes stared over the rim and into Bards. At first it almost made Bard stutter, for he had never been stared at so intensely before, but he held himself and did not falter. When the request had been made, there was silence between them for a short time before Thranduil spoke.
“I did not plan on revoking the trade agreement between our people. Though of course I understand that for some time your people will be unable to fulfill your end of things. That being said. If I were to give you supplies, just for the first winter as you said, how would you pay?” Thranduil crossed his legs and laid his hands on his knees, staring at Bard for his answer.
Bards heart sunk into his stomach. Not once had he considered the idea of payment before making this request. Of course, the Elvenking has done this for longer and understandably would not simply give away resources without any sort of payment. The silence grew and by the second Bard was getting more desperate. There was nothing that anyone had that was enough to pay off the King. But he needed these supplies. His people depended on him, and Thranduil was awaiting his answer.
“Well Lord,” Bard began, swallowing as his throat suddenly felt dry, “I cannot pay at this time. But if you could wait until the next harvest the wine production could start again and some food could be shared with you. Money or any sort of riches could not be given until we rebuild our trade agreements with others around us. Or-” Thranduil held up his hand, silencing Bard before he could continue.
Lowering his hand, Thranduil drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair. He stared at Bard in such a way it felt as though he was considering him. Bard had to look down to drink from his cup to avoid the burning gaze from the elf lord. The corner of Thranduil's mouth twitched in what would have been the ghost of a smile. He uncrossed his legs and stood up, slowly walking around to stand with his hands clasped behind him in the middle of the room.
“My people have suffered heavy losses due to this battle, do you understand that” Thranduil broke the silence, Bard slowly nodded his head but did not speak.
“I can give you resources, there are enough to share with you for a winter. However, I will not give it to you freely, and I do not want to wait on a promise that may take longer than your life to fulfill.” Bards’ heart fell with each word said, he was beginning to accept his loss, when the Elvenking continued.
“However.” Thranduil turned to look at Bard, “I will also not allow you and yours to die in my lands. I will give you what we can, and you will pay me back now.”
Bard stared at the elf lord with burrowed brows. Had the elf not heard what he just said? Seeming to have read his mind, the Elvenking allowed the ghost of a smile to appear.
“Oh I heard you. And I understand your attempts to make things work. Do not worry about more..common ways of payment. I have an idea for repayment that you may either accept or deny. If you deny, we can go with one of your repayment ideas, though if you accept then things will go much more smoothly”
Bard slowly nodded once, though still confused on what was being said.
“Pray tell me what you have in mind Elvenking”
Thranduil slowly backed himself up before sitting at the edge of the bed. Gesturing Bard with his finger, the Elvenking managed to get the bowman to approach him before standing before him.
“I am giving you both an opportunity and an honor. I am quite the..pent up old thing, if you understand. That being said, I believe you to be just what I need. You will pleasure me in whatever way I tell you to, and that is how you will repay me for what I give to your people. Do you accept?”
Bards’ heart pounded in his chest and his breath hitched. This was not what he was expecting to come from the mouth of the Elvenking, a feared and intense figure. He rolled the idea in his mind, while Thranduil waited patiently. On one hand, this will help his people and will ensure that more people will come out of this alive. On the other hand, this is truly embarrassing and inappropriate in his eyes. Bards eyes scanned the Elvenkings body, his body perfectly framed in the form fitting robes and garments that he wore. It would be a lie to deny the king was a true beauty, and a small voice in Bards’ mind told him not to pass up an opportunity such as this.
“Very well” Bard stated, finally choosing his people over his dignity, “I would do anything for my people” he unbuttoned his shirt and began to step towards the Elvenking when Thranduil once again held his hand up, stopping him.
A chuckle left the kings’ lips, “Not so fast. You’re eager, it's cute, but you will do what I say and how I say. Now come closer”
Heat rushed to Bards’ face as his cheeks flushed pink, still he came closer to Thranduil until he stood between the kings knees. A hand took Bards’ wrist, guiding his hand to the kings waist as they stared at each other, locked in eye contact. The other hand went to the back of the bowman's head, pushing him down towards the Elvenking.
“Come now, kiss me Bard.” Thranduils hushed voice made Bard shudder as their lips connected.
The Elvenking held Bard there, his hand instead grabbing Bards’ hair to hold him steady. While they kissed the man found his other hand moving on its’ own to match his first, now both hands grabbed onto the Elvenkings waist, much to the kings delight. A shuddering sigh came from the elf before he pulled away from the mans lips.
“Your lips are softer than I thought they’d be” He licked his lips, looking up at Bard with his head tilted to the side
“Undress me. But be careful, what I am wearing is worth more than you can imagine” He stated, his face kept in his typical stern look.
That made Bard nervous. He did not want to somehow ruin anything that the king was wearing, for if he did would the elf be so cruel as to take back his offer? Gently and with care Bard began to take off the layers of Thranduils attire. First the coat and layer of robes that he wore, all of which were laid carefully across the chair. Afterwards the shirts and corset, which did not do much to change his figure, if anything it was just decorative. When the last bit of clothing was removed, there before Bard was the Elvenking in all his beauty. His soft skin and cold eyes made goosebumps run down Bards arms. Though Thranduil would allow nothing else to be taken off, which included his jewelry and circlet.
“Good. Tell me Bard, do you like what you see before you?” Thranduil asked, his hands resting along his thighs.
The mans voice got caught in his throat. Thranduil's beauty rendered him speechless as his eyes scanned every part of the kings body. He nodded once, as to not keep the king waiting.
“I require words Bard.”
“Yes lord,” Bard replied, swallowing his embarrassment.
A smirk came to the Elvenkings face, “Good.~ Now undress yourself, I want to see all of you.”
Without a word the bowman began to undress himself, his jacket and shirt were laid across the other chair. Bard had never been with a man before, nor had he been seen completely naked in many years, so there was some hesitation before Bard took off his pants and undergarments. The Elvenkings’ eyes trailed down Bards’ body, he ran his tongue over his teeth and once again a ghost of a smile appeared.
“Very good. You are beautiful Bard, join me in bed” Thranduils’ voice was firm, this was not a request nor a question.
The Elvenking moved himself further back onto the bed. Pillows were used to prop himself up leaving him comfortable with his legs lazily spread open. Bard awkwardly climbed into the bed, crawling to get himself between Thranduils legs. Without a word they kissed once again, Bards tongue slipped into the Elvenkings mouth without instruction. Grabbing at Bards hair, the elf lord allowed the bowmans tongue to enter his mouth and go down his throat. A muffled groan left his lips before once again he pulled Bard from the kiss. Saliva connected them both for just a moment, sending a red flush to Bards’ cheeks.
Thranduil moved Bards’ head again, guiding him close to the Elvenkings’ neck.
“My body will not worship itself.”
Bards’ breath was hot against the kings neck as he allowed himself to be led closer. Their chests pressed against each other as the man placed soft kisses onto the kings neck. His skin felt soft and so warm on Bards’ lips, he wanted to know what the elf lord might taste like. Thranduil did not guide him into biting him, the man chose to do that himself. Teeth sank into Thranduils neck, causing the elf to gasp and arch his back in surprise.
“Ohh~” He groaned, “How dirty~ I didn’t tell you to do that.” The Elvenking couldn’t help but smirk
The man whimpered but did not move his mouth. Taking Bards’ hand, Thranduil brought it down to his chest. “Here, sense you are so eager, play with my tits”
Fingers grazed the elfs’ nipple, sending a shiver down his spine. Bard took it between his fingers, rolling it between them and gently tugging it. Gasps and moans filled the air as Thranduil pressed himself against Bards’ hand.
“Ah~ you’re making me feel good. What an obedient thing you are~”
Bard released a shuddered breath, he did not stop. The noises coming from the king were intoxicating. He continued to tug and pinch them, turning him pink and hard. Kisses were planted down Thranduils neck until Bard reached his chest. The kisses soon turned into licks and teeth as Bard found it increasingly harder to contain himself. Marks would definitely be forming on the elfs skin when all was said and done. With their bodies pressed together, they could feel how hard the other was. The feeling of their cocks rubbing together caused a groan to leave Bards lips, though the sound was muffled by his face being pressed against the Elvenkings chest.
“How adorable, you really are enjoying yourself aren’t you.” Once again a statement not a question.
The Elvenking took a hold of Bards hand once again, moving it down towards the elfs cock.
“Don’t be shy now.” Was all that was said, Thranduil stared at Bard expectantly.
Wrapping his fingers around the kings cock, Bard began to stroke him. Thranduils eyelids fluttered and he laid his head back against the pillows. To Bard, the king looked ethereal. The way the elfs hair fell over his shoulders and down his sides, the way he looked at Bard from under his eyelashes, and the content sighs and moans that left the kings lips made the bowman breathless. Kisses were still laid on the kings skin, his neck and chest getting the most attention from Bards lips.
“Ohh yes~ how lovely you treat me” Thranduil purred, running his fingers through Bards hair.
“Yes my lord” Bard replied, pressing his head against the kings hand.
The Elvenking allowed his legs to fall open, giving Bard more space to be comfortable between his legs. As time went on the bowman moved his hand faster around the kings cock, earning a loud purr deep from Thranduils chest.
“Fuck yes~ That’s what I like, good boy~”
The praise only hardened Bards cock more, causing him to whimper and buck his hips into the open air. Never had he acted this way before, but the king almost seemed to bring this side of him out. The parts of Bard that were built to serve and to worship someone of Thranduils status. The Elvenking cooed at Bards attempt to gain any sort of friction, he couldn’t help but find it so cute. Thranduil reached out to the small table beside the bed and grabbed a vial that had been placed there before Bard arrived.
“Such an obedient thing aren’t you? I know you want to feel good, you’ll get that reward soon.” The Elvenking spoke as he opened the vial.
The vial was filled with a cool oil type substance that the king poured onto his fingers. Using his other hand to push Bard upright, Thranduil took his time spreading the oil on every inch of Bards cock. Bard shivered at the cold feeling, though he quickly began to moan at the feeling. Pleasure traveled from his cock to his brain, causing him to buck his hips once more and fuck into the kings hand. Thranduil stopped his hand and slightly tightened his grip on the bowmans cock.
“I didn’t say you could do that.” Thranduil looked at Bard sternly.
“I’m sorry lord” Bards’ voice shook as he responded.
The corners of the Elvenkings mouth twitched before stroking Bards cock a few more times. Pulling his hand away, the king used a little more oil to rub against his hole, though he did not attempt to stretch himself. After wiping his hand on his thigh to rid of the last bits of oil, Thranduil laid himself back against the pillows. His body relaxed and once again Bard could not turn his eyes away from the beauty that laid below him.
“Put your cock inside me, Bard. I did too much work by lubing us both up, so frankly you should be thankful”
Bards’ heart fluttered in his chest, unsure if the king was searching for a ‘thank you’ or was simply stating what he found to be true.
“Thank you Lord” Bard said, leaning back down closer to the king
A chuckle filled the silence after as Thranduil let his legs fall lazily apart, so Bard could find a comfortable spot between them. The bowmans hands found a place on the Elvenkings hips, his calloused hands felt rough against the soft skin of the well taken care of king. Bards’ hard cock pressed against Thranduils hole, causing a soft hiss sound to come from the Elvenkings lips. Despite that, the king did not tell Bard to stop, so his cock pushed itself inside of Thranduils tight inviting hole. Bards’ eyes fluttered shut and his mouth hung open, the feeling was like heaven itself.
“Fuck~ you have such a wonderful cock~” Thranduil moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head
When every inch of it had made it inside, Bard sat there for a moment, his hands shaking from the pleasure coursing through him. No matter how many times they did this together he could never get over how good it felt to be inside his king. Thranduil noticed Bards’ shaking hands and grew impatient. He grabbed Bard by his head and yanked his head back.
“Don’t keep me waiting Bard, or I will change my mind”
Whimpering, Bard finally started to thrust slow and deep into the king. The threat of revoking what was going to be given should not have made Bard feel as desperate as he did. Over and over again he pulled his cock out to the tip before pushing it back deep inside the Elvenking, earning him delicious moans that filled the air. It was like music to Bards ears, never in his life had anyone sounded that beautiful before. His cock felt unbearably hard inside of Thranduil; it was almost too much. Though he could not deny the feeling of Thranduils warm hole made him feel so much better. Bards’ mind began to slow, everything felt so good and at that moment nothing mattered more than chasing the feeling of pleasure around his hard cock.
“Fuck~ ah~ a-ah~ mmm fuck such a perfect cock~ It’s almost like you were built just for me~” The Elvenking spoke, his vulgar words didn’t help Bards slowing mind.
“F-fuck~ you feel so good lord~” Bard moaned in response, hands gripping the kings hips tighter
“What is it hm? Ah~ ohh yes~ You like how good it feels? Adorable. You can go faster, poor thing, chase what you’re after” Thranduils’ words taunted him, what little of self control Bard still had was not going to survive this.
Leaning forwards, Bard laid his face in the crook of the kings neck. Whining and whimpering his hips bucked forward and he began to fuck into Thranduil faster. The Elvenking wrapped his legs around Bards’ waist, gasping and moaning louder than before. Pleasure coursed through them both, and Thranduil found it difficult to speak past the noises leaving his throat. For a time neither of them said anything, the only noises were Bards’ whimpering, the kings’ sweet moans, and the faint sound of skin slapping. Sloppy kisses were planted on the kings’ neck, bits of slobber making the area wet as Bard drooled.
“Ah~ Ah~ ohh gods fuck~ Bard~” The Elvenking babbled, unable to hold himself together.
Bard, whose mind had grown slow and fuzzy, felt a pool of warmth begin to grow in his stomach. A choked cry emerged from his throat as everything seemed to build up. No longer could he control himself as his hips frantically bucked, ramming his cock into the Elvenkings hole as deep as he could make it. The bowman knew that he must have found the kings prostate, for underneath him Thranduil threw his head against the pillows and his eyes rolled back, moaning and squealing. That only egged on Bard, who was too deep in his own mind to stop or slow down until he was done. Nails dragged themselves down Bards’ back, and whatever the Elvenking was trying to say no longer sounded like a language Bard understood. With each thrust the pool of warmth grew bigger and bigger until the man was practically drowning in it.
“F-fuck~ fuck~ please my lord oh god~ I-i’m gonna cum oh fuck~” Bard barely choked out the warning.
A loud thrilled purr rumbled deep in the Elvenkings chest. He frantically nodded his head and opened his mouth in an attempt to say something, but all he could do was moan so sweetly. Finally, Bard got exactly what he was chasing after. His thrusts suddenly grew sloppy and Bard, trying to quiet the scream that was bubbling in his chest, bit down hard onto Thranduils shoulder. Earning a cry from the king. With one last thrust Bards’ entire body shook as the Elvenkings hole was stuffed full of cum. As he did, Bard weakly continued to thrust inside of the king, wanting to get every drop out of himself. Though the feeling of Bards cock rubbing against his prostate was too much for Thranduil. Almost at the same time as the bowman Thranduil came, ropes of cum spurted out and landed on his stomach.
Both lords laid there for a moment. The only sound being the heavy breathing and Bards’ whispers of praise into the kings ear. Soft kisses made their way to Thranduils face, much to the kings delight. Though desire still burned in the Elvenkings chest, perhaps he did not feel as though he was completely paid back just yet. When Bard slowly pulled himself out of Thranduil, the king grabbed him and flipped them around, placing Bard on his back. The mattress bounced underneath the bowman from the swiftness of the change, he hardly had time to react when the Elvenking sunk himself down on Bards’ cock once again. A long whine left Bards’ lips as his sensitive cock was swallowed up by the elf above him.
“Sh shh, hush now, I’m not done.” Thranduil hummed, beginning to slowly bounce up and down.
Whimpers filled the empty air as Bards’ soft cock hardened up inside of the Elvenking. Shaky hands trailed up to settle on the kings hip, though Thranduil growled and batted them away. The bowmans arms fell besides his head, his hands grabbing at the pillows in an attempt to ground himself. His body was still recovering from the first round, so his body occasionally twitched from the overstimulation. The noises Bard made was like music to the kings ears, he purred and tucked some strands of hair behind Bards’ ear.
“Aww, what is it dear? You said you’d do as I say didn’t you? Well I’m telling you to take this, so you will”
Nodding his head, the bowman laid there, allowing for the Elvenking to use him. Watching the king take his cock was almost too much, the way that the kings hole swallowed it up effortlessly and the noises it caused travelled down to Bards’ cock. Soon he was hard again, though still so sensitive. The Elvenking knew this, knew how sensitive he was and what this was doing to him. Though his cruelty knew no bounds, and so he continued to take every inch of it at whatever pace he decided to set. It just so happens that he decided to bounce quite fast, using Bards’ cock like a toy.
“Ah~ Ah~ yes yes that’s it fuck~” Thranduil moaned, Bards’ cock brushed against his prostate. “So good for me~ I know it’s so much, but you’ll take it~~”
Bard gripped onto the pillows harder, his knuckles turning white as he listened to the king speak. He could hardly think, all he felt was pleasure and the sweet but cruel words of the Elvenking filled his ears. Bard so badly wanted to grab at the king, to hold onto his hips to try and control the pace, or to grab Thranduils perfect chest, but he did not. Instead he stared up at the beauty before him, drool trickling down from the corners of his mouth. Thranduil could feel Bards’ poor abused cock twitching inside of him, his heart racing at the sight of what he has done to his wonderful bowman.
“Poor thing~ a-ah~ what a mess you’ve become, you like this? You like how I stuff myself full and pleasure myself on your cock?~”
What he got in reply was Bard choking out a moan, his eyes glossy with tears.
“Ohh fuck~ yes yes~ oh how filthy you are, accepting this form of payment so easy~”
Bards’ face flushed red at the words, though he did not deny it for he would not want to upset the Elvenking. Instead he did his best not to squirm underneath the king, Even if he did want to speak, he would be unable to form a proper sentence, which he was sure the Elvenking would be happy to give his opinions on.
“Yess~ that’s it yes yes~ ah~ you’re so pretty like this, ohh~ fuck you’re going to cum inside me Bard”
Thranduil rammed Bards’ cock in and out of him, bouncing and swallowing the bowmans cock as swiftly as he could manage. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the tent, both men couldn’t control the noise that left their mouths as pleasure made them both desperately chasing for what they wanted. Tears pricked at the corners of Bards’ eyes, the pleasure was so much that he swore he was going mad. Thranduil leaned down and kissed the corners of Bards’ eyes, purring to soothe the poor man.
“Oh I know I know, it’s so much, I’m overstimulating your poor mortal cock~ but you must take it my dear, you must.”
A familiar pool of warmth began to form in Bards’ stomach once again. Crying out, his hips bucked up and met Thranduil every time he slammed himself down. The Elvenking threw his head back, but did not stop Bard, instead allowing him to pathetically fuck up into him.
“Ah~ ah~ oh fuck fuck~ you’ve got such a good cock~ I know you want to cum Bard, ohh fuck yes I know you want to~ Come on then, don’t leave your king waiting~”
It took a few more thrusts, but the pool grew bigger and faster than before until Bard couldn’t handle it. He bucked his hips up one last time before his jaw fell open in a silent cry, once again filling the Elvenking up full. Thranduil couldn’t handle the feeling of his prostate once again getting pounded, so as he once again finished onto his and Bards’ stomachs he cursed loudly in Elvish. Thranduil stayed seated for a while, breathing heavily before leaning down to kiss Bard. The man was fucked out, eyes glossed over and head swimming from all that he had experienced within the last few hours. Though the feeling of his lovers lips on his brought him back slowly but surely. Eventually Thranduil pulled himself off of Bard, whose cock glistened from his own cum and the oil that was previously put on him. Purring at the sight, Thranduil nuzzled his face against Bards’ before laying beside him and wrapping his arms around him.