{Video; UN: elvenking}

[tauraran]

{The Iris moon has blessed him indeed! Instead of his crown, Thranduil is sporting antlers - pristine and white. Much the same shade as his...fur. Tufts of wintry white fur outline the sharp edges of his face, trailing down the sides of his neck to disappear under his collar.}

My Fëanorian has left me and I am in need of assistance. If you are willing to help me ride out this storm {no irony intended}, I will give you my address.

{Otherwise he is quite stuck. His hand or some apparatus must do and that will just leave him displeased.}

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[tauraran]

{She is an impressive - and lovely - sight. Thranduil's gaze sweeps over her and he steps back, allowing her further inside to make herself comfortable. He will need to take some pointers from her on how to cope with horns.

And a tail possibly too. Thankfully stags generally have small tails.}

Welcome. Thank you for coming.

{He is attired in a robe that he hopes hides the effects of Iris on his body, but his trousers are uncomfortably tight.}

Make yourself at home. Should you find a seashell tucked away somewhere, let me know. I seem to be missing one.

[spacegoat]

[ Mina does a little curtsy before she draws magic from her hands, creating a little table full of bottles of water. There's a little wink as she does, proving she did have water for him.

Those glowing eyes are shameless, though, watching that robe and his problematic immodesty. ]

Thank you, your majesty. I believe I will.

[ Make herself at home, that is. Tugging on a lacing on her dress, she lets it fall to the floor behind her. Leaving her completely bare in the room. ]

Hmm. Seashell, you say?

[tauraran]

{He is a gentleman. A gentleman. Yes. But the Iris moon is making it difficult for him to remember that! What she is offering is greatly needed, however before he touches her, he finds his voice:}

I do not wish for you to feel used. {She is too kind and too good for that. All the same, he approaches her and rests his burning forehead against her hair, careful with his antlers.}

I would be grateful to you and I do not think you would dislike lying with me. {His hands are warm and strong. He knows how to cradle and caress and touch all of those secret places...}

[spacegoat]

Hmm... you are sweet, to be concerned. I am offering, your majesty. There is no 'using'.

[ She smells like lemon and sugar, golden hair flowing in curls down her back. She's a big girl, curves upon curves, very far from an elven maiden - but if he desires her, Mina's more than happy to be here.

Softly, she reaches to run her fingers over his cheek (the good one, thankfully) and leans in for a kiss. ]

Let go. There's no need to hold back anymore, I want you to feel only good.

[tauraran]

{What more does he need to hear? He loosens his robe and discards it, leaving himself only in his trousers. Then he walks around her, sliding his hands against her waist. The kiss is met enthusiastically and he parts his lips to taste her, his need rising insistently, ravenously.}

You have come to my rescue. {His trousers are pushed down and gracefully - somehow - discarded too. He stands nude before her, breathing shallowly. His Elven strength makes it easy for him to lift her, kissing her again as he carries her to the bed.}

[spacegoat]

[ She watches him slip out of that robe with heat in her glowing eyes, something shown again in their kiss. It's wonderful, and she gives a pleased sigh as it deepens, arms wrapping around him. Somehow Mina even manages to taste sweetly, like she recently had something sugary, and she's just as curious to explore beyond his lips.

Once he breaks their kiss by talking and starts to take his pants off, she has a flush on her pale skin and a smile on her full lips. Of course she takes a gander, curious - but then he reaches for her. Mina did not expect him to be able to pick her up, so she laughs and wraps her arms around Thranduil's neck as she's carried to the bed.

Once in it, she reaches out a hand to pull him down with her. ]

Tell me what you need, yes? I will taking the care of you. If you are needing something inside you, my tail, it is helpful.

[tauraran]

{She is too delectable for him to resist a moment longer. Thranduil is an Elf of lavish tastes; he appreciates the sugar sweetness of her lips and her mouth; the scent of her hair and skin. He is eager to taste other places on her, but first things first...

He rids himself of his clothes and tumbles into bed with her, laughing breathlessly. His arms slip around her and he nuzzles at her throat, sucking gently on the skin.}

Mmm are you concerned about being entered? {The tail idea is nice and they will need to explore that, too. However his arousal is standing proudly between them and she is so soft. One of his hands grasps her hip, his thumb caressing the skin.}

[spacegoat]

[ His laughter spurs her own and she tips her head back a bit as his lips find the skin at her throat. It feels wonderful to have such an excited lover, and Mina spreads her thick thighs for him so that he fits nicely between them. ]

Oh, no. I am very much hoping for that, yes? I am only aware that Iris has their needs.

[ Her soft hands travel down his back and to his waist, leaning in again to claim a kiss. The small tendrils by her ears reaches up as well, curious to explore his skin and tickle over the tiny point of an ear. ]

[tauraran]

{He has no trouble settling between her thighs, but he isn't a brute. Before he even thinks about pressing against her - or inside of her - he spends his time kissing down to her shoulder and nuzzling her breasts. Why should he enjoy this alone?}

We can see to them...in time...

{The ticklish sensation makes him smile, but she will also likely notice that when his ears are touched, he shudders. They are very sensitive.

The hand on her hip travels to her folds, his fingers warm and gentle.}

[spacegoat]

[ Thranduil gets a soft gasp from her as he nuzzles her breasts, just as soft as the rest of her. She likes the way he acts, the little smile in there at the touch turning into a shudder. It's cute and attractive in one.

(She'll remember those ear weaknesses for later.)

Smiling again as his other hand moves lower, there's a happy sound brought from her lips as his fingers slide to her folds. The slight wetness there proving her enjoyment in this, and his touch is only making it better. Her tail flicks a bit underneath her, glowing eyes hungry to feel more. ]

You truly know what you are doing, your majesty.

[tauraran]

{She is like an Elven maiden, except...fuller. Softer. He finds he doesn't mind the difference in the slightest. When they first spoke, he thought her attractive and now he gets to test those waters. His only regret is that he is so needy and feverish with his own desire that he is finding it difficult to focus.

But his fingers remember where to touch inside of her, circling her clit and adding delicate pressure. His lips find one of her nipples and he does much the same motion with his tongue.}

You are being gracious to me, so I am happy to return the favor.

[spacegoat]

[ At the first touch inside her she gasps softly, eyes falling shut for a moment as the feeling sends warmth through her body. That smile blooms more on her face and she reaches to carefully run a hand through his pretty hair and cup the back of his head when his tongue plays with a pink nipple. ]

Oh, yes...

[ It would be a lie to say she wasn't a little excited that a king was doing this to her, but Mina's very fond of the person Thranduil was as well. It's shown in the way he brings easily sounds from her lips at each touch and the way her free hand grasps at the sheets, fondly watching him try to hold on to his control. ]

[tauraran]

{He doesn't leave the other nipple unattended; that would be rude. His lips and tongue are deft in encouraging both to harden. Her encouragement excites him and he likes the wetness he finds within her folds. Slowly, his fingers inch down to press inside of her.}

You are fond of me. {Thranduil lifts his head and nuzzles their noses together, capturing her lips for a deeper, harder kiss. In this world of strangers, he is grateful that they met.}

[spacegoat]

[ Thranduil is a fair and just ruler, to care for both of her nipples like that! They harden slightly under his tongue, making the hand in his hair tighten slightly with approval as she pushes closer to him.

Those wandering fingers sink into her without any difficulty, and this time her happy sighs are more of a happy moan as she loves the feeling of something inside her like that.

Mina smiles at his question, hips rocking slightly to take more of those digits inside her. ] You are an interesting man, with many layers. [ She replies, kissing him back eagerly. ] So of course I am fond of you.

[tauraran]

{Such lovely creations deserve equal attention! She is like silk against his lips and tongue and what his fingers discover makes it very difficult for him to restrain himself. Clearly she doesn't mind the intrusion! That's good. Elves are not made...small. But he is one who knows how to use what he has been given.

His fingers curl and tease, stretching her.}

That can't be helped! If I lived for thousands of years without gaining interest, I would be a lost cause.

so late, I'm sorry!

[spacegoat]

[ Her head tips back a bit with another of those happy sounds of pleasure, smile bright as she takes those fingers with ease. He's so lovely to her and his voice does things to her body when it is husky and needy like this. The elven king could probably speak her into an orgasm, being so hot and desperate like this.

Reaching, she gently pushes any loose hair from Thranduil's face away to kiss him again. Deep and breathless. ]

Mm... very true. It is good that you are plenty, kind and powerful in one. Strong to be fighting the moon, yes? It is okay, I am open.

[ Mina spreads her thick thighs a bit more, the blue glow in her eyes brighter. ]

No holding back.

[tauraran]

{He feels like melting with her and losing sight of where he ends and she begins. He replaces his fingers with his cock so smoothly that she may not notice the intrusion - though she is undoubtedly filled. As that heady kiss breaks, he grins into her eyes.}

I am not strong enough to fight it. {He is giving into it now. His hips rock, pulling almost free of her before he pushes back in. Each motion is steady and certain, but slow so that she can adjust.}

You are kind enough to - {Now his breathing hitches and he nuzzles his face against her neck.}