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To Wed an Elf	By : LorandTab Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 7111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 11
Falwayn stared into Legolas' eyes as his plea of completion rang in her eyes, the depth of need she saw there was staggering. Her body throbbed anew as she searched her creative mind for a path around the elven traditions that bound them. It was then, her thoughts dwelling on several scenarios and then disregarding them that the perfect solution struck her. A clever little smile slipped onto her lips. "Your chamber, my prince. Show me to your chamber. I believe I have a wee trick that mayhap suit us."

�Do you, my love?� His body shook with repressed need as he cradled her shoulders with one hand and knees with the other whisking her into his arms and pressing her against his chest. �Then let us away and see what your mind and body tells you.� Using every ounce of resolve within him to will his legs to move, the muscles beneath his skin feeling as flimsy as silk from the need afire within him. Moving inside the back entrance to his chamber, he eased the door open with a kick of his foot and shut with a resounding thud the same way. Releasing her knees, he allowed her body to slide against his as her feet met the floor, the evidence of his arousal pressed soundly at the center of her femininity. �How I adore you,� he breathed as his mouth placed a loving kiss on the top of her head.

"As I you, Legolas," she breathed against his kiss-glistening lips. Slowly she leveled her body from his and reached for his hand. "Come, my love, I wish to pleasure you now." Her eyes shone bright with her seductive secret as she led him to the bed. "Lay yourself down for me."

His eyes ablaze with a love and lust of the ages, he sat slowly on the back of the bed stretching his long, well formed legs before him. Lying flat, his chest heaved matching the throbbing of his protruding groin. His gaze glassy from want and desire, he held one hand to her as his other gave one slow, sensual stroke to his rigid member to emphasis his aching need.

"Soon." Reaching out, she ran her own hand over his restrained erection caressing lightly, giving no real pressure where it was needed. Her own body reacted instantly, reacted violently with a rush of molten moisture to her feminine folds. "Give me leave to sit upon you, my lord."

�Leave is granted,� he breathed, his staff hardening even more, if it were possible at the words she spoke. �Though it is never needed.� Her fingers on him, even for the most fleeting of seconds, was enough to bring him the sweetest torture. �Never,� he reiterated hoarsely.

"Tis understood, my lord.... My sweet delicious prince," she keened as she slipped onto the bed, easing one thigh over his to straddle him. She rolled her hips once and then twice against the hard muscle there, moaning softly deep in her throat. Her head fell back and her eyes closed for the briefest of seconds letting the contact set a slow burn through her. Lifting her head and opening her eyes, she met his gaze. "Will be pleasure for the both of us then, for I am needful again also." She lifted her tunic to arrange in a halo around their bodies, covering his groin completely. Reaching below the fabric her fingers plucked at the laces of his leggings.

His hips thrust upward, his need for her immeasurable. Settling his hands on her hips, the inborn instinct to take control overtook his senses as he tried to ease their bodies all too quickly. The flowing material of her gown tickled what portion of his skin was exposed as the grinding of his hips created a coming explosion inside him. �Pray I that it not just youthful lust.� His voice was so ragged now that it was almost inaudible as his hands traveled upward toward the firm call of her luscious breasts. �That this painful torture will follow us throughout our lives.�

"Pray not, sweet prince. It can do naught but follow us all our life long." She gasped as the laces gave way and her hand glided against his sweltering skin. Inside the legging her hand traveled and closed around the jutting steel there. Withdrawing him slowly she explored the sleek flesh of his engorged member running a softly padded thumb over the weeping crown. "Gods, but you feel glorious."

The tension in his body stiffened his joints and muscles as he sensed the oncoming eruption. Closing his eyes tightly, he moved his own hands beneath the soft material of the tunic to find the wet heat harbored between her thighs � the thighs that so perfectly nestled around his hips. �Stroke,� he breathed gutturally as his hand began the now-familiar erotic dance on the intimate folds of her flesh. �Please, stroke now, my love!�

She could do naught else but obey his labored request. From base to crown her hand slid along the velvety flesh applying an instinctual pressure. Her own hips bucked heedlessly against his hand, near impaling herself on those long elegant fingers. "�Tis being done properly?" She gasped out, her voice a strangled knot of passion.

Panting with passion, his legs tensed straight outward as his head threw back, the veins in his neck thick and almost as hard as the throbbing member she so miraculously worked. �Ah, love � you have only a moment to find how right your hands work on my flesh.� And then words were no longer needed. His rigid rod pulsing with limitless intensity, his flesh stood straight as, in a burst of both endless pleasure and tormenting relief, his essence erupted spilling in erotic streams onto her hand, forearm and his hips, simultaneously. Torrent after torrent, his essence filled the moment creating an erotic release � a bond between the two that left them fulfilled, yet traditionally pure.
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