{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]

{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.}