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It’s deep in the night, the moon is out, everyone should be resting and relaxing. Unfortunately, not for you. A guard came to your room and told you to visit your father. With him calling for you during the night, you only assume it’s something grave. Not wanting to make him wait, you immediately stride to his chambers while wearing a nightgown. Certainly not the most appropriate thing to wear while in public, but there’s no time to change.
You place two simple knocks on his door before walking in. You peek around to see Thranduil leaning over his desk with his back facing you. He’s wearing one of his robes, which isn’t out of the norm. The only thing that makes you raise an eyebrow is the way his robe is positioned.
Thranduil’s robe looks...loose? One side of his robe is hanging off his shoulder, revealing his pale skin. The rest seem to be dragging on the floor. It makes you wonder if he’s drunk.
“You wish to see me, father?” You speak up.
Thranduil stops leaning on his desk and straightens his back. He turns around and says a few words. The words he spoke to you went through one ear and out the other. You’re too caught off guard by his wardrobe. Thranduil is wearing nothing underneath his robe. All of his skin is exposed for you to see.
You get a glimpse of his groin area before quickly turning away with a large blush forming on your face.
“Why must you hide? It is but a natural thing. Nothing is out of the ordinary”. Thranduil’s rich voice cuts through the air.
Just from his speech alone, you can tell he’s had too much wine for the night.
“...You called me to see you. Is there something the matter?” You ask, trying to get off the topic his body.
“Can I not see and spend time with my daughter?” He’s getting closer.
“Of course you can, father...but I was getting ready to settle down for the night.” You pause and hear his footsteps getting closer.
Your body locks up when you feel Thranduil’s arms wrap around you. His hand is only a hair strand away from cupping your breast. You try to wriggle away, but his grip tightens.
“But if it’s important, I can listen” you say softly.
“You look so much like your mother” Thranduil whispers into your ear.
“You got her, lips...” Thranduil uses his right hand to caress your side. “You have her body”. Thranduil licks along your earlobe all the way to the tip, causing you to shiver.
You feel his dick press against your lower back. In fear, you struggle even more to be free of his grasp.
“What is wrong, my flower?” Thranduil says normally, as if he isn’t touching and talking to you inappropriately.
“I just remembered that I left a candle burning in my room. I must go and blow it out before it causes a fire” You lie, only wanting to leave his presence.
“I know when you’re lying to me.” His voice goes dark.
You don’t know what to do. You struggled and made excuses to leave, but Thranduil doesn’t believe you. You could yell for help, but having someone see you in this position would be embarrassing. Not to mention, he is the King of Mirkwood. You don’t want his people to see him differently... You hate that you want to protect his reputation from this taboo act.
With a sigh, you relax your body and look down at the ground. “What do you need, father?” You say in a defeated tone.
“Come with me to the bed”. Without giving you a chance to answer, he releases his grip on your body but replaces it onto to your wrist, dragging to his bed.
Thranduil sits on the edge of his bed as you awkwardly stand next to him. He motions for you sit, so you do.
“So...When do you think Legolas will return?” You try to defuse the tension.
Thranduil positions himself so that he is facing you. He has a sly grin upon his face, making you feel even more uneasy than you did before.
Thranduil reaches forward and delicately places two of his finger underneath your chin. He makes you look up at him. His cold eyes piercing into yours. You can smell the hint of wine on his breath.
“He will return soon.” Thranduil leans in a bit further. “Do you miss your brother?” Thranduil his thumb to softly caress your chin.
To avoid his gaze, you look in different areas. Again, you eyes simply grazes down towards his nether regions. You can his dick growing hard. You body freezes again.
“I-....Father, you’ve had too much to drink. Perhaps I can grab someone to come help you”
Without a word, Thranduil leans in and steals a kiss from you. The kiss not soft or tender, it’s the complete opposite. He’s applying so much force it’s starting to hurt. Your eyes widen when you feel his tongue slide into your mouth.
You place your hands on his chest and push him off of you. “I am your daughter!” You snap.
You heart sinks when Thranduil’s expression darkens. “Which gives me the right to do this.” his voice loud and full of authority.
You close your mouth in fear of being reprimanded again.
“Now, let me continue” Thranduil leans in again and places his mouth on your lips.
You close your eyes when you feel his tongue enter your mouth. You body tenses when you feel his hand on your thigh. He rubs your thigh for a few moments before slipping underneath your gown. His hand slightly goes higher, getting close to your private areas.
You bring down your hand to stop him, causing Thranduil to pull away from the kiss. “There’s no stopping, my princess.” Thranduil proceeds to raise his hand along your thigh. As he is only a few inches away, you squeeze your thighs shut.
Thranduil gives another dark glare. You remember the tone that he used on you earlier, you gulp down your fear.
“I’ve never...done this” you whisper.
Thranduil’s expression lessens. “Not even with Legolas? That’s a shame. I feel like you and your brother would have a fun time”.
You resist the urge to gag when Thranduil brings up his taboo thoughts about you and your brother. You could have never imagined your own father having those kinds of scenarios. It makes you sick.
“Don’t worry, flower. I’ll make you feel good. First, I want you to get undressed and lay on the bed.”
With a few more dark glares and ‘encouraging words’ you did what he asked of you.
Thranduil stood as he admired your body laying on his bed. You try to cover yourself, but every time you do, Thranduil would stop and scold you.
“Look at you, so beautiful and gorgeous, much like your mother” Thranduil begins to slip out of his loose robe.
“Father...please, we can find you someone who looks like mother. You can stop now and we can go on like normal. Like nothing ever happened” you try to reason.
“Is that it? You don’t want me comparing you to your mother? I’m sorry my princess”
“No that’s not-“
“You’re not leaving this room until you’ve made me cum. Is that understood?”
“....Yes, sir”
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Thranduil positions his thighs under your legs and lines his cock at your pussy, he notices small tears trying to form at the corners of your eyes. He brings his hand to your face and delicately carcasses your cheek.
“Don’t cry, daughter. I’m giving you my love” Thranduil wipes away the small amount of liquid away from your eye. “Don’t you want it?”
Despite knowing what horrible thing Thranduil is doing. You want his love. A word he hasn’t said to you and Legolas in many years.
You give a simple nod to Thranduil. A smile forms on his face before pushing into you. You gasp and reach onto his arm as you feel him. Thranduil lays his body against yours as he bottoms out with a moan.
Thranduil begins to move his hips back and forth. His hair drapes over his body and tickles your skin. He watches your expressions with amusement.
You yelp when Thranduil roughly thrusts into you. As you think he’s going to stop and apologize, he keeps going.
“Stop! It hurts!”
Thranduil doesn’t listen. He places his head in the crook of your neck. You can hear his ragged breaths and groans.
You wrap your arms around his body and scratch his back in an attempt to make him stop. Yet, it only encourages him. He pushes his cock deep inside you and grinds his hips. He moans loudly into your ear.
“I’m almost there, my love. You’re doing amazing” he praises
Moments go by with Thranduil’s rough fucking, he’s finally reaching his climax. He whispers your name followed by praises. With a groan, Thranduil thrusts one last time. Emptying his warm seed inside of you
Thranduil pulls out of you and collapsed beside you. His body glistening from sweat, his chest rising and falling.
Not wanting to be there any longer, you sit up on the bed and cover parts of your body with your arms.
“Stop. You will not return to your room tonight.” Thranduil says loudly.
You lean your head down causing your hair to fall to the sides of your face, blocking your side view of your naked father.
“Lay with me.” Thranduil then re-positions himself on the bed. He properly lays down, waiting for you to come to him.
You do as he says and crawl to him. Not wanting to feel the shame, you avoid to make any eye contact with him. You feel Thranduil wrap an arm around you and pull you close to him.
Laying next to your father should soothe you. It should make you feel sentimental. Remind you of the old days when he loved you like a father should. Now, it only makes you scared. Thranduil may have said he’s giving you his love, but is a type of love that should not be shared between father and daughter.
“I’m sorry, daughter” Thranduil says while petting your hair.
Just as you think your father is to apologize for his actions, he speaks words that frighten you.
“I would have lasted longer and brought you release, but I’ve had too much wine. Tomorrow, I’ll give you all the pleasure you need, and more. For now, let us rest”.
You didn’t respond to him. There is nothing to say after what he’s done and said. You simply close your eyes and hope that everything is a terrible dream.