Title & Chapter Number: Captive Heart 1/?
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Lord Of The Rings
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas or any other recognizable parties. This story belongs to me and it may not be used without my permission.
Warnings: Graphic Het Sex, Mild Bondage
Betas: Alex, May
Cast: Legolas/OCF
Timeline: AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: Legolas has a human pet.
Notes:
Part One: My Pet
Legolas' gaze drifted to the woman chained by her neck to the wall of his room. She was curled up in a ball on the floor, her waist-length chestnut hair covering her supple body like a blanket. Despite the obscured view, he could see her full breasts rise and fall with every breath, pink nipples hard because of the cool breeze wafting through the window. She shifted in her bonds, the neck chain and collar rattling slightly. He slid out of his bed, naked as the day he was born, blond hair askew around his shoulders and penis beginning to harden in lust.
He knelt before his pet, stroking her hair gently. Her eyes snapped open suddenly, coming to rest on him. Adoration and love shone like stars in her hazel irises, and he let a smile grace his thin elven lips. She had been a gift from his father, a lovely little creature for him to play with. And he did enjoy playing with her. Her whimpers and moans were delightful, and she was so soft and pliable in his embrace. He was always kind to her, always gentle. She was enamored with his beauty.
"Master," she groaned as his hand cupped her chin, and he knew she was wet even from such a simple touch. She was always ready for him, the little vixen. Just the way he liked it. She had learned quickly what he liked.
Her mouth moved towards his erect length, but he stayed her with a hand to her shoulder. He occasionally enjoyed the feeling of her mouth, and she had taken his kneeling stance as a sign. However, being on his knees more often meant he wanted her on her knees as well.
"Turn around, pet," he ordered, his tone gentle, but his voice hard with desire. He never called her anything but "pet," it was the way he liked it best. She in turn never called him anything but "master," and he reveled in the power it gave him. He watched as she turned around on all fours, dipping her head low to the ground and resting it on her forearms. Her ass thrust upwards towards him deliciously, and he pulled her hips to his with slim fingers. After checking to see if she was wet (and she was, gods, she was dripping), he spanked her twice hard, making her squirm and grunt in ecstasy. Her sounds were rewarded with a satisfied smile.
Legolas draped himself over her body, the head of his penis hovering at her entrance. She knew better than to try and push herself back onto him and managed to stay still. His hands grabbed her achy breasts and squeezed, beginning to massage the pebbled nipples as he buried his face in her sweet-smelling hair. She was well taken care of.
He let himself enter her slowly, almost losing control at the feel of her hot, wet sheath around him. He finally pushed himself in to the hilt, beginning to pull back and thrust repeatedly, hitting her clit every time. Her screams grew louder as she began thrusting in time with him, pushing back onto him fervently. "Not yet, my pet, not yet," he whispered, feeling her body tighten in preparation for her orgasm. She stilled her movements and he slowed his pace, pulling all the way out of her and running his palms over her erect nipples. Her cry signified that her climax was beginning, and he shoved hard into her waiting body as she trembled with release, spending himself inside her before slumping down over her smooth back. She stayed on her knees and elbows because he hadn't told her otherwise.
After a moment, Legolas slid away from her and stood up. She turned over, sitting with her knees hugged snugly to her chest, squirming against the floor. He knew it was because her flesh was tender from his spankings. As he pulled his leggings on, she looked at him with wide, disappointed eyes. He knelt down in front of her and stroked her face with a gentle hand. "Now, pet, don't be sad. I'll come back soon. I have to go to court. You know my father doesn't like to be kept waiting."
Her face clouded over. Yes, she knew. She had been Thranduil's slave before Legolas'. The older elf was rougher, more unforgiving. She hadn't liked it. He had passed her on to Legolas because of her inability to satisfy him. Legolas had learned that by treating his slaves more gently, he took infinitely more pleasure from them. Of course, he liked to punish every once in a while. He almost laughed as she reached for his leggings and tugged on them. She wanted to be punished. She didn't want him to leave. He yanked the chain at her neck with one hand while stilling her own with the other. He shook his head almost imperceptibly. "I know what you're trying to do, pet. It won't work. I must make audience." She hung her head, ashamed, and he kissed the top of her forehead to signify it was all right.
He stood, adjusting his leggings again, and undid the metal collar around her neck. He held out one hand, beckoning her to him, and she came, hair hanging over her lovely round breasts. He took her hands and put them on his thighs, covered in the velvet of the leggings. She stared up at him through lidded eyes, silently asking what he wanted. "Pull them down, pet. Go ahead." She obeyed, pulling them down to his knees, watching his hard cock spring free. He walked backwards, pulling her with him, until he was seated firmly on the bed, his back snug against the wall. She was pulled on top of him and suctioned to his erection. He urged her to do the moving as he leaned against the wall, his legs trapped by his clothes. She obliged and came violently as he captured the sounds with his mouth. She clung to him as he did so. He hardly ever kissed her mouth, and she liked having her mouth kissed. But life was not about what she liked, was it?
Legolas looked to the side, feeling the mixture of her juices and his come on his thighs as the emissary walked into the room. The elf bowed, and Legolas nodded in return. "Your father is ready to see you, Prince Legolas. He requests that you bring the creature with you." The emissary turned and left the room.
She was trembling as she carefully crawled off him and went to huddle in a corner of the room. She didn't want to go to court. She remembered the last time she had been there. The last time she had been there, she had been given to Prince Legolas. But not before Thranduil had punished her for her continued disobedience. He had humiliated her in front of everyone, including his son. The scars from the whip were still fading.
Legolas walked over to her and touched her shoulder, and she whirled around, rocketing into his arms, her tears bathing his chest. "You don't want to go, do you?" he asked, holding her close soothingly. She shook her head frantically. She was frightened and unable to hide it. Legolas supposed that, by standards, she was the worst behaved slave they had. But she always submitted to him, and willingly. Legolas didn't like to force, although his father had taught him that. He liked to be gentle, to give pleasure as he took pleasure. She was perfect for his needs.
He led her to the bed and laid her down, smoothing her hair back, wiping her tears, and pulling a blanket over her. She frowned at it. She was not used to being covered. "To keep you warm while I go to court," he said, and she grabbed his wrist, shaking her head again. Thranduil would punish him if he did not obey! Legolas stayed her hand. "It is all right, pet. You are mine now. I do not wish for anyone else to even see you."
She smiled sweetly and contentedly, closing her eyes to sleep in the soft bed. She normally slept on the floor. Perhaps he would keep her in the bed more often. It would be nice to hold her while he rested. He turned to put his tunic on, and was about to leave, but then he turned back to her once again. She was beautiful and serene. He liked her like that.
"Perhaps I will keep you forever, pet," he whispered before leaving the room.
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