Lady of Battle
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-Multi-Age › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
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3,236
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7
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The Taking
The Taking
She had lost sight of Haldir and in her rage, even her own position. The orc had completely surrounded her and it was inevitable at that point that she would be taken. Now, being carried quickly away, escape was first and foremost on her mind. But she had no weapons and was greatly outnumbered. She struggled but to no avail.
The one that appeared to be their leader spoke and she, having been somewhat exposed to their language was able to make out some of what was being said.
‘Must keep her alive. He will want her. He will be angry if she dies. Mustn’t make him angry.’
The Valar only knew what they were taking her to. She knew well what they would do to her. As long as she stayed alive, was all that mattered to them. And then she heard that name. The name she had read on the scrolls in the study. Was it he who they intended to take her to?
Suddenly they stopped and seemed to be arguing - Apparently about what to do with her. She struggled harder to break free and for some reason they let her, but surrounded her quickly to keep her from escaping while two continued to argue.
‘He wants her alive, but he didn’t say we couldn’t have fun with her first’
She stopped breathing at hearing this. She knew well what this one wanted to do. She bore the scars to prove it. Her mind began to wonder and she physically cowered down within the orc circle.
‘I will not survive it again!’
She began to shake and realized what they had decided to do when they all turned their attentions back to her and the one who had been arguing stood tall, facing her and let his loin cloth drop which was followed by child-like cackling by the others.
‘Hold her down,’ he said to the others.
Their cruel hands began to clutch and tear at her clothing. A large one had grabbed her from behind, forcefully tearing at her hair, gaining a strong handful in order to lead her like an animal. With a ferocious jerk he had forced her to her knees while others pried off her boots and leggings from behind her. She watched as locks of her hair fell to the ground in front of her. Nearly naked and bearing many cuts and lashes in her skin from the claws of her attackers, she managed to get to her feet and back away slowly; to where? She did not know. She only knew that there was no escape.
As she retreated slowly taking small steps back, the large group of orcs closing in, her mind recoiled to the horrors she had endured all those ages ago. All her years, she had considered herself ready for any violence the battlefield would provide but this was something she knew she could not overcome. She would rather die than suffer the hands of orc again. She decided then to end this. If only she could get her hands on one of their weapons, she could end it. They would not take her alive and so she lunged for one of their swords. But in her haste, one of them had anticipated her next move and took her to the ground before she could get her hand on the hilt.
~~~~~~~~~~
In the distance ahead Haldir could see a large group of orc in a circle. Their cries and laughter accompanied by dancing and jumping with frenzied excited. He can not see her, but he is sure it is she they encircle. As he creeps forward he keeps low so as the tall grass can hide his advancement. Slowly he makes his way when suddenly the sunlight reflects a shimmer from an object just ahead. Crawling to it, he realizes it was part of Brenauth’s armor that has been removed and discarded.
‘I need to move fast.’
He continues, quickening his pace, advancing and crouching; closing the distance, while trying to remain unseen. Watching the orcs, Haldir sees that a disturbance has gained their attention; with all of the orcs presenting their backs to him. For a spit second, the warden sees a glimpse of Brenauth on her back through the legs of the orcs. Her helplessness shows on her tear stained face; a sight Haldir never expected to see on such a Lady. He knows that he must strike now or she will be lost.
With a primal cry, he leaps from the grass dispatching arrow after arrow, until it is too closed in, and then unsheathes his sword. He hacks with great fury through the waves of orc, easily taking down one by one. His fury fueling a maelstrom of emotion and with each stroke of his blade his most base desires grow.
Glancing quickly, he can see Brenauth cowering to side of the fight. Between blows he spares a moment to wonder why she does not join in. She struggles to gain her legs and seems to be failing. She appears disoriented.
‘Maybe her injuries are more severe than they appear.’
Once the last orc falls, Haldir turns to Brenauth in time to witness her collapse. As her arms fall, the remnant of her clothing falls, to the ground. She falls limp in the grass her now naked body sprawled out. He takes a concerned step toward her and halts. His heart beats fiercely, and gazing upon her naked body, his adrenaline is even higher now than during the battle.
He slowly advances her and stops to stand above, looking down at her now helpless form. Her breathing is heavy and her breasts move with the rhythm. His eyes focus on her breasts and his hand twitches; yearning to touch them. His eyes move down to her hips, admiring the athletic curve and fix his gaze to where her legs have fallen open. She makes a small sound; a moan. It occurs that it might be a moan of pleasure. He focuses on her lips – from where the sound had come from. They have opened slightly and he realizes that this unconscious temptation from her has caused him to react; as only a male can. He feels the heat and tightness in his leggings. Without his knowing his hands release his weapons to let them fall to the ground.
Unconsciously, he tears his own clothing off within an instant. He pauses and for a moment realizes what he is about to do.
‘I will have you. My lady of battle, you are mine.’
And with that thought he steps between her legs and kicks them apart, drops to his knees and reaches his hands out forming a mold with them just before he grasps her hips. He forcefully pulls her body towards him, lifting her hips as he does. She remains limp. With a forceful thrust he rams himself deep within her, pulling her hips to his own. She moans again. He thrusts upward, lifting the both of them and holds his position, enjoying the warm welcoming her receives from her. No thoughts enter his mind; only needs, only hunger. He moves his hands upwards to her ribs and lifts her torso upward bringing her breasts to his mouth. Kissing, biting, and sucking, till her breasts glow with multiple marks.
Again, Brenauth moans. Her body shifts on its own and she unconsciously begins to react to him. He feels the wetness rising over his shaft; her heat increases. Madden by her body’s unknowing response, he begins to pound into her with rage. Low grunts escape through his clinched teeth. He stops and rests his teeth against her collar bone. He bites in just slightly.
‘Sweet flesh… the taste’
His needs increase. This is not enough. He wants to thrust harder and deeper. He lets her body fall to the ground and shifts his position to better lay on top of her. He lifts her legs to rest over his shoulders and thrust down as powerful as he can. With her eyes, still closed, her head turns and her breasts begin bounce in time with his thrusts.
‘A beautiful sight’
Harder and faster – more and more. He can’t get enough. His thrusts driving her so hard her whole body moves across the ground.
‘Yes… more.’
He feels the pressure build. His heart races faster.
‘It’s not enough’
He can feel his climax building. He clasps her breasts into his hands, using them to better pull her torso to him. With a furious scream, tinged with temper and frustration and with one final thrust he forces himself as deeply into her as possible. He explodes. He explodes inside her, filling her as all the anger and frustration is drained, leaving only the hunger behind.
He collapses next to her and stares at the sky; unable to move, yet still wanting more. After a moment, he looks over at her. Her face looking haunted and her brow furrowed. What is it about this she-elf that made him desire her so?
‘Why more?’
...TBC
She had lost sight of Haldir and in her rage, even her own position. The orc had completely surrounded her and it was inevitable at that point that she would be taken. Now, being carried quickly away, escape was first and foremost on her mind. But she had no weapons and was greatly outnumbered. She struggled but to no avail.
The one that appeared to be their leader spoke and she, having been somewhat exposed to their language was able to make out some of what was being said.
‘Must keep her alive. He will want her. He will be angry if she dies. Mustn’t make him angry.’
The Valar only knew what they were taking her to. She knew well what they would do to her. As long as she stayed alive, was all that mattered to them. And then she heard that name. The name she had read on the scrolls in the study. Was it he who they intended to take her to?
Suddenly they stopped and seemed to be arguing - Apparently about what to do with her. She struggled harder to break free and for some reason they let her, but surrounded her quickly to keep her from escaping while two continued to argue.
‘He wants her alive, but he didn’t say we couldn’t have fun with her first’
She stopped breathing at hearing this. She knew well what this one wanted to do. She bore the scars to prove it. Her mind began to wonder and she physically cowered down within the orc circle.
‘I will not survive it again!’
She began to shake and realized what they had decided to do when they all turned their attentions back to her and the one who had been arguing stood tall, facing her and let his loin cloth drop which was followed by child-like cackling by the others.
‘Hold her down,’ he said to the others.
Their cruel hands began to clutch and tear at her clothing. A large one had grabbed her from behind, forcefully tearing at her hair, gaining a strong handful in order to lead her like an animal. With a ferocious jerk he had forced her to her knees while others pried off her boots and leggings from behind her. She watched as locks of her hair fell to the ground in front of her. Nearly naked and bearing many cuts and lashes in her skin from the claws of her attackers, she managed to get to her feet and back away slowly; to where? She did not know. She only knew that there was no escape.
As she retreated slowly taking small steps back, the large group of orcs closing in, her mind recoiled to the horrors she had endured all those ages ago. All her years, she had considered herself ready for any violence the battlefield would provide but this was something she knew she could not overcome. She would rather die than suffer the hands of orc again. She decided then to end this. If only she could get her hands on one of their weapons, she could end it. They would not take her alive and so she lunged for one of their swords. But in her haste, one of them had anticipated her next move and took her to the ground before she could get her hand on the hilt.
~~~~~~~~~~
In the distance ahead Haldir could see a large group of orc in a circle. Their cries and laughter accompanied by dancing and jumping with frenzied excited. He can not see her, but he is sure it is she they encircle. As he creeps forward he keeps low so as the tall grass can hide his advancement. Slowly he makes his way when suddenly the sunlight reflects a shimmer from an object just ahead. Crawling to it, he realizes it was part of Brenauth’s armor that has been removed and discarded.
‘I need to move fast.’
He continues, quickening his pace, advancing and crouching; closing the distance, while trying to remain unseen. Watching the orcs, Haldir sees that a disturbance has gained their attention; with all of the orcs presenting their backs to him. For a spit second, the warden sees a glimpse of Brenauth on her back through the legs of the orcs. Her helplessness shows on her tear stained face; a sight Haldir never expected to see on such a Lady. He knows that he must strike now or she will be lost.
With a primal cry, he leaps from the grass dispatching arrow after arrow, until it is too closed in, and then unsheathes his sword. He hacks with great fury through the waves of orc, easily taking down one by one. His fury fueling a maelstrom of emotion and with each stroke of his blade his most base desires grow.
Glancing quickly, he can see Brenauth cowering to side of the fight. Between blows he spares a moment to wonder why she does not join in. She struggles to gain her legs and seems to be failing. She appears disoriented.
‘Maybe her injuries are more severe than they appear.’
Once the last orc falls, Haldir turns to Brenauth in time to witness her collapse. As her arms fall, the remnant of her clothing falls, to the ground. She falls limp in the grass her now naked body sprawled out. He takes a concerned step toward her and halts. His heart beats fiercely, and gazing upon her naked body, his adrenaline is even higher now than during the battle.
He slowly advances her and stops to stand above, looking down at her now helpless form. Her breathing is heavy and her breasts move with the rhythm. His eyes focus on her breasts and his hand twitches; yearning to touch them. His eyes move down to her hips, admiring the athletic curve and fix his gaze to where her legs have fallen open. She makes a small sound; a moan. It occurs that it might be a moan of pleasure. He focuses on her lips – from where the sound had come from. They have opened slightly and he realizes that this unconscious temptation from her has caused him to react; as only a male can. He feels the heat and tightness in his leggings. Without his knowing his hands release his weapons to let them fall to the ground.
Unconsciously, he tears his own clothing off within an instant. He pauses and for a moment realizes what he is about to do.
‘I will have you. My lady of battle, you are mine.’
And with that thought he steps between her legs and kicks them apart, drops to his knees and reaches his hands out forming a mold with them just before he grasps her hips. He forcefully pulls her body towards him, lifting her hips as he does. She remains limp. With a forceful thrust he rams himself deep within her, pulling her hips to his own. She moans again. He thrusts upward, lifting the both of them and holds his position, enjoying the warm welcoming her receives from her. No thoughts enter his mind; only needs, only hunger. He moves his hands upwards to her ribs and lifts her torso upward bringing her breasts to his mouth. Kissing, biting, and sucking, till her breasts glow with multiple marks.
Again, Brenauth moans. Her body shifts on its own and she unconsciously begins to react to him. He feels the wetness rising over his shaft; her heat increases. Madden by her body’s unknowing response, he begins to pound into her with rage. Low grunts escape through his clinched teeth. He stops and rests his teeth against her collar bone. He bites in just slightly.
‘Sweet flesh… the taste’
His needs increase. This is not enough. He wants to thrust harder and deeper. He lets her body fall to the ground and shifts his position to better lay on top of her. He lifts her legs to rest over his shoulders and thrust down as powerful as he can. With her eyes, still closed, her head turns and her breasts begin bounce in time with his thrusts.
‘A beautiful sight’
Harder and faster – more and more. He can’t get enough. His thrusts driving her so hard her whole body moves across the ground.
‘Yes… more.’
He feels the pressure build. His heart races faster.
‘It’s not enough’
He can feel his climax building. He clasps her breasts into his hands, using them to better pull her torso to him. With a furious scream, tinged with temper and frustration and with one final thrust he forces himself as deeply into her as possible. He explodes. He explodes inside her, filling her as all the anger and frustration is drained, leaving only the hunger behind.
He collapses next to her and stares at the sky; unable to move, yet still wanting more. After a moment, he looks over at her. Her face looking haunted and her brow furrowed. What is it about this she-elf that made him desire her so?
‘Why more?’
...TBC