Seven: My muse trails kisses down your muses chest

_{”I have never seen such gems worn like this,” the king commented softly, an slender index finger flicking the jewels that dangled from her nude form - well, most of her was nude, Tauriel certainly did not leave much to the eye to wonder. Tauriel batted her lashes, swayed away from him, reaching out to pull his robes gently towards her as she slowly unclasped hook after hook. “I wonder which you admire more, the gems of silver starlight or me, giving myself to you.” But she knew which one he admired, she was all but playing the game. The silly bed, ridden game of flesh; sweat; sounds. His robe fell to the floor with ease, his chest bare and his breeches tight with his swollen member. He came to bite her neck, but she flinched and suddenly, triggered, her nails came to scratch his chest. Thranduil did not even hiss as Tauriel recoiled in fear of what she had just committed. Fear and regret adorned her features, she felt so silly, so insecure and out of place. But he reached forward, slowly, drawing her chin into his hand, “Relax.” 
He looked to her with soft eyes, that spoke more words than any could ever speak. Slowly, she stepped forth her eyes contoured in a way that expressed she was frightful of what she had done and the reprimands that she would suffer— but she wouldn’t, how could he convey that he was to be trusted, that she was who he trusted. “It is you I admire most,” His thumb came to dance across her lower lip, wiping any frown from her facade before falling to his side. She drew forward, the chains of crystals and gems catching the light as she placed soft kisses to his chest, cooling his flared flesh with wet lips and tender pressure. The feeling of warmth, his heartbeat and scent beneath her lips as his arms came to caress her bare skin as moon-light eyes watched her, his captain, kiss lower and lower down his chest.}