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Bard opened his eyes and looked up at the emroidered fabric of the canopy above him. The Dorwinion was coursing through his veins, making the richly endowed room spin and tilt to the side. A hot tongue licked its way down his neck, strong teeth nipped at his collarbone. Bard moaned when he felt a wide tip nudge at his well prepared entrance, then the muscle was breached carefully and the impressive body on top of his own began to move in an ancient rhythm ... and contrary to Bard's expectations it was good ... It was so good it sent sparks though his entire body.
Bard closed his eyes again and weaved his fingers through luscious strands of hair, then he let his hand sluggishly drop back to the silk bedsheet. He felt one of his legs being pushed further to his chest and the connection got deeper. Bard moaned again, then he cried out when something was hit deep within him and a strong hand gripped his painfully hard cock. The other leg followed and it was so deep Bard forgot to breath until a low voice at his ear urged him to. The movement that had ceased momentarily started again and became quicker and harder and Bard lost what little control he had left. His seed shot out of his cock while he cried out again, then came the oddest sensation when hotness filled his insides.
"Was that so bad, meleth nín?" Thranduil chuckled. Bard only let out a grunt and put an arm over his face to hide his blush. "In fact, I think you liked it very much. After the next three times there will be no more need for that much of the Dorwinion."
"Mh … and the times in between?" Bard murmured, drowsily trying to follow his spouse's weird, complicated thoughts.
"I have no doubt all these times you will be highly inebriated."
"I will …?" Bard asked surprised and shifted his arm to look up at the beautiful man above him.
"Indeed, meleth nín, because all of them are going to take place tonight," and with that Thranduil began to move again.