Chapter 10: The Ruling (finale)

Legolas was mortified. That had to be the most degrading thing ever done to him, and that's after being raped by the King, and princess-carried through the halls. As they lay on the sheets, he point-blank refused to look at the tyrant, keeping his arms crossed and head turned away, even if the King would ask things of him. Aragorn himself was quite amused, irritated sure, but mostly amused. "Really pet, how long can you keep this up?" The demeaning tone leaving such smug lips raised the prince's hackles. In his opinion the King could keep his thoughts to himself. 'His disgusting thoughts, smug attitude, lustful leers…rough hands… rugged looks… large muscles… huge cock-' Legolas mentally slapped himself. The point was, the King just needed to vacate his immediate vicinity, permanently.

Aragorn cocked his head to the side, contemplative. If the elf wanted to be stubborn, he was quite happy to play that game. 'One's best offense… is brutality and relentlessness.' Fully turning to the blonde, his hand shot out lightning fast, getting an iron grip on his victim. The owner jerked his pet towards him, grinding his cock against the tender rim. Legolas cried out in surprise, before whimpering at the stimulation to his sensitive hole. His still tender back protested against being shoved up against a surface so soon after the abuse.

Aragorn had dripped wax over his back whilst fucking him, before giving the same sadistic treatment to his nipples and cock. The areas still tingled and throbbed at a touch. He hissed sharply as the king let go of his arm and dug fingers into his ass cheeks, spreading them before forcing them against his cock. "Don't talk to me, that's fine, but clench the muscles of that plump ass around me like a good little elf." The words were nailed in with a couple of well placed grinds. Legolas instinctively clench his ass muscles, making the King groan in approval. "Just like that." He husked, before letting go of the red cheeks, delivering a sharp smack to one.

Legolas' hips automatically began moving, his concentration set on ensuring Aragorn's wide girth stayed sandwiched between his buns. The King had to force himself against moving, he wanted Legolas to get him off this way, or at least attempt to. "You're such a good pet, so good for your master." He praised, carding his long fingers through fine blonde tresses. Legolas shivered at the praise, his ass unconsciously tightening, movements getting more haphazard. "Such a good pet should be rewarded," Aragorn cooed, letting his other hand sneak up to play with his lover's sensitive peaks. "Maybe… a beautiful lace collar for such ethereal beauty." He husked in the erogenous zone of the panting elf's ear. "And some beautiful golden bands for your arms, ankles… and cock… would you like that pet?"

The prince let out a whine, his cock was throbbing and he couldn't even touch himself, not having permission, making him claw at the bed sheets. He was happy to do or wear whatever his master wanted, if only he would let him cum. "Please-" he gasped. "Please master… anything… let me cum… please!" Aragorn chuckled, and obliged, pulling apart his pretty slut's ass again before thrusting right in to the hilt. Legolas cried out, shaking violently as he came.

"Such a beautiful pet... You're going to give me lots of beautiful children, aren't you?" Aragorn growled. "You will bear me many offspring won't you… you'll be such a good mother won't you pet. My gorgeous broodmare." Legolas moaned wantonly, arching his back as Aragorn nibbled on his ears.

"Yes master… as many as you want! I'm such a good pet, will give you so many children, be such a good mother-Ah!" Legolas babbled, losing himself entirely in the motions, rocking back into his master's cock, meeting him thrust for thrust. "Breed your beautiful pet, master!, I want to always be pregnant with-Ah!-our babies-oh yes right there!-I'll be so good, please, don't stop fucking your pet-all yours!" Tears had sprung to soft blond lashes, he felt so fucking good, he'd be happy to stay like this forever, with his master's cock always in him, giving him pleasure, giving him children, nothing could be better than this feeling. Aragorn rumbled out dark laughter, feeling a rush of power so delicious, addictive. This feeling was soul-consuming, he was completely drunk with power as he drilled his lover's hole till the sun came up.

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Legolas woke up to an empty bed, feeling a pang of loneliness at the feel of cool sheets, realizing his King had left him for a bit. On the brighter side his ass throbbed in the most delicious ways, feeling as if his master was still fucking him. He let out a yawn and a cat like stretch, before rising and putting on his robe. His keen ears sharpened in order to find the King, each step feeling like another thrust up his aching hole. He shivered lightly as he moved towards the King's smooth baritone, not really processing anything or anyone around him.

When the doors to the throne room opened, he barely registered it, solely focused on bright blue locking onto steel grey. Legolas pouted when a man blocked the view of his master, his hands shooting out to pull the guard forward, tripping and spinning the guard around, before delivering a swift kick that had the guard sliding across the floor, into the other approaching threats. Legolas then looked back at his master, letting a satisfied smile tilt his lips at the unobstructed view, before he walked up to the raised platform. Climbing the steps, in his usual regal manor, he didn't even look behind him before grabbing the approaching hand and throwing the guard across his body, twisting his hips, and letting the guard roll down the other side of the steps. He straightened and continued approaching, still smiling, not processing the somewhat dumbfounded expression on his lover's face.

The prince hummed lightly when he finally, finally, reached his master, elegantly dropping to straddle the muscular thighs. His tongue peeked out to slide into the Aragorn's mouth, tangling them together in greeting as his other hand worked the drawstrings of the monarch's trousers, tugging them slightly off under his robe. Legolas raised from his knees to throw his long legs around the throne, sinking his ass onto the -thankfully- erect muscle. Winding his arms around the King's broad shoulders, he began to move up and down.

After a few motions, Aragorn slapped himself mentally, snapping his eyes up to the crowd of shocked advisors and the rest of the court assembled. The king relaxed the muscles that tensed due to shock of the elf's actions, wrapping an arm around his pet's bouncing body. With a kiss to the ear, the King continued speaking, as if the prince hadn't just barged in on an important meeting, with a complete 180 personality flip, thrown his guards around, and wasn't proceeding to ride him in front of a very large crowd-of his own will.

Legolas for his part was pleased his master was finally fucking him again, muffling his cries in the crook of the King's neck, as he happily bounced over the big cock. He purred as the large, warm hand of his master stroked his back, feeling tingles with every movement. Everyone in the room who had been stunned into silence were automatically switched on at the sound of their calm King returning to the conversation. The sounds, both of their bodies motions and those escaping the elf, were very unnerving and freaking many out-especially the men, scandalizing the women, and overall making everyone aside from the two engaged in the act, feel quite awkward and uncomfortable. But this was there ruler, their bloodthirsty, manipulative King, who they did not question, period.

When all the matters had been settled, Aragorn dismissed everyone, amused at the many relieved faces. He then focused on the perplexing elf, properly. The usually bright blue eyes were hazed over, and the drunk smile of satisfaction had not yet left. The cogs in his head started to spin… Legolas was still trapped in that haze of lust that drowned him anytime the King touched him. The idea that this head space could have such a long-lasting effect made the ruler contemplate… what if he could keep the elf there…permanently. He grinned madly, letting his head be tugged down by the needy fingers in his hair, meeting soft petals called lips, his thoughts still set on making such a reality. Maybe… he didn't have to wait very long at all for the elf to break. Perhaps he would be broken before their first child even showed.

Wrapping his other arm around the elf, Aragorn trailed his lips down the smooth neck. It was right within reach, his goal, his cure for boredom, his perfect, passionate, lethal doll. One made solely for the purpose of sating his lust, being completely loyal and protective, and bearing him strong, beautiful children, who would charm citizens and aid his heir in taking control of all the kingdoms. Their first child could be his heir's protector, companion and advisor, they would be brilliant… so long as his second had the potential to be as subservient as his mother…

All the plans that struck him when the elf first made his appearance flooded the monarch's brain. He was proven correct and more, Legolas was the key… the missing piece of his puzzle… more vital than he could have ever imagined. It started off small, and slowly grew until the King was wracking with laughter, tone dark and smile sinister while Legolas' needy lips sucked a hot trail down his neck. He devoured those lips in a kiss filled with raw passion and hunger. They would rule the world.

Hey guys, this is the official ending of 'The King's Pet'. I would like to thank all the reviewers for sharing their comments with me, and all the readers for sticking by me so long, you guys have been saints with your patience. I look forward to hearing from you all at 'The King's Pet: Family Edition.'

The sequel will be made in a Drabble style, where I will have different important or just smutty future events. In that there will be constant mpreg, and lots of original characters (their children) heavily featuring incest between Aragorn's first born with Arwen and Aragorn's first born with Legolas-but yes, it's still at least 75%AraLas. So, this is just a warning in advance; if you thought this story was bad, wait for the Sequel, its full of confronting situations, and loads of smut. But, I hope you read and enjoy non-the-less. See you soon~!