{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.}

Comments

action - Bring it allll on. I'm open. <3

[tauraran]

{Yes, that would be nice, however Thranduil is experiencing a quick turn around even after he climaxes. His heat is relentless.

The knocking has him striding, with what grace he still possesses, to the door. He opens the barrier and stands straight, tall and proud. If it weren't for his flushed cheeks and the uncomfortable tightness of his trousers, he could almost pull this off.}

Come inside. {He steps back, his desire overwhelming any misgivings.} You have my gratitude.

My kind do experience heat of a sort, but not to this magnitude.