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Sitting next to Thranduil at a grand banquet, your hand slides unnoticed under the table and is quietly undoing the laces below his waist. He shifts into your eager hand, sliding his eyes over to you, hungry, for only one thing.) and the only thing he wants to dine on is me. Only me. And I’m his. So why not give the king what he wants?
Bookmarked by Wonderboy1999
03 Nov 2024

