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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"Do not listen, my love. Do as you will, as your body demands," she gasped as their lips broke for a moment just before she engaged him in another mind numbing kiss sampling her own heady mix of nectar and lubricating liquid.
“What difference makes it, Ilian,” Legolas snapped, his mouth rasping against the tender skin of her neck as his eyes blazed into those of his friend’s. “How easy it must be for you to say such as you impale your love within an inch of her life!” With a sharp tug he allowed his finger to graze the rim of his lover’s opening feeling the slickness of her juices beckoning him. “Any entrance is penetration … what difference if I take her now?” He sighed into her ear longingly. “And she so desperately wants it … almost as much as I!”
Ilian continued to thrust over and over into his love, feeling the wide head of his elven maleness batter her delicate womb. "If she is examined, if there is any doubt, the priest could demand an examination. This you know, do as she asks and penetrate her as far as you can but leave her barrier intact."
Tranquility overtook the mind of Legolas as his finger slowly moved slightly inside the border of her dripping sex creating circles … first small, then larger and larger as he tested her readiness. It was just enough to cause the fires inside him to stoke the desire to even greater heights. Lifting his free hand, his thumb and forefinger grasped her chin turning her head to give her an unobstructed view of the lovers at the window, Ilian slamming into Daewier who arched, writhed and pounded accepted all the force and penetration he chose to give. “See them, lover. Thus will be we but tomorrow eve!” Angling his finger, he gently penetrated and caressed the sexual nub simultaneously. “Do you see it … imagine it?”
It was at that very sight she became momentarily shocked, seeing for the first time in all her life a male entering his lover. She had never before seen the true act of lovemaking. "Gods, Legolas!" She gasped loudly, gawking openly at the lovers, without realizing her body had gone completely still. "I have never...That is, could have only imagined..."
Ilian smiled openly, quite charmingly, at his prince's lady. He pulled completely from his lover’s sweet gripping portal for a fraction of a second to give the lady a proper look at his wet glistening shaft.
Legolas nodded toward Ilian almost conspiratorially hoping he was not going to push his friendship or Daewier too intensely with his next words. Leaning toward his darling’s ear, he pulled the luscious lobe deeply into his mouth and sucked frantically as his finger played diligently inside the overly wet flesh there trying to ease her back into the thrill of his touch … to tap the heat radiating from with in her. “Look at them, my love! See how they inspire each other.” He eased his digit slightly higher into her core. “Tell them, love. Tell what you want to see and they will willingly oblige … no, Ilian? Will you and your lovely lady not do this for us?”
Ilian instantly nodded. "Aye, my lord. Tis all her Ladyship need do is ask."
"I wish to see..." She began hesitatly, looking back to Legolas for reassurance, her body falling into a slow building rhythm on his fingers just short of divesting her of her maidenhead
Daewier stilled, eyes on the nobles as her body craved more of her lover’s touch. Nibbling her bottom lip, she awaited her mistress’s words and her beloved’s command.
“Speak,” Legolas said comfortingly yet urgently. “This they will share with us … ask what you will.”
"I wish ttch,tch, dearest..." She let her lids fall closed for a moment as Legolas deliciously stretched her womanly nexus. "Dearest, as you spoke of...When you were watched....Do you recall of what I speak?"
Ilian cut his eyes down to Daewier, humored and impassioned on in the same breath. "Oh, but her Ladyship does have excellent taste in positions, My Lord."
The girl’s eyes flamed with desire as she eased to her knees. Letting her lusty mouth trail the length of Ilian’s torso, she ever so slowly slid her tongue along the underside of his thick, long member as her hands moved to his waist urging him to the ground with her. “Is this what you wish, milady … milord?”
Ilian released a heavy thick moan at the wet touch of his lover's tongue. Quickly, he slid to the floor and rolled to his back, pulling Daewier with him, positioning her small hips above him so that his lips could feast long and thoroughly upon her.
The ache in Legolas shaft reached almost intolerable level as his eyes burned into Daewier’s. “Falawyn … say it is so, my love … say this is what excited you.”
"Aye. Tis exactly what...What I wish to see." She gasped, pitching her hips more quickly against the invading fingers of her love. She turned her eyes to Legolas for a brief moment. "You've watched them before, pleasuring each other."
“Many times, love,” the beautiful elf-prince said huskily as his hand and fingers continued to claim her as his own. “Many, many times. Arousing, no?”
"Aye. The very idea of you laying eyes upon them as they pleasure one another chases me to the brink, my love," she gasped as she reached between them and ran her delicate hand over his swollen erect flesh, trapped within the confines of his leggings.
“Feel how it longs for you, love of my life?” Legolas arched his hips to press the hardness of his member further into her hand. “You need not be so gentle … I’m a warrior and can take what you have to give.” His voice was raspy from erotic tension but maintained the teasing sensuality. “You mind not that they see us as well?”
"Nay, if you do not find it undesirable, if you do not think ill of me for such pleasure," she responded as she squeezed him and stroked him through the fabric of the leggings.
“Undesirable? Think ill of you?” He growled loudly as he took her small hand and pushed it quickly and firmly down the waist of his leggings to feel the warm skin of her fingers on his pulsing erection. “Think you I would have witnessed it over and over if I did not find it erotically sexual?”
"Nay. But it is one thing...Oh Gods, Legolas, you feel wondrous. So hard and virile, so velvety soft...." She purred, her body thrusting against him openly. Then she remembered her course of words. "One thing for you, a single male, to find pleasure in such a thing but it could be said shameful and base for your woman, your wife, to find the same pleasure."
“Shameful?” he groaned as he felt the heated jolt of passion surged through the length of his impressive member as her touch urged him further. “Think you that I’m shameful because this voyeuristic tendency arouses me so? That I have unusual wants and desires? That the sight of two lovers thrusting their bodies together can make me burn for you in a way I never thought possible before this moment?” A guttural moan released from his throat as he added another finger inside the rim of her being as his other hand moved to her chin forcing her to view the lovers yet again. “Does it not make you long for heated release? To come as you never have before?”
"Aye … so very much, my delicious prince." She groaned in near pain as her climax rose before her and then slithered away only to rebuild again. "And of you? Tell me what the sight of the two does to you." She slowly withdrew her hand from his pulsing shaft, from his leggings, and lifted it to her lips. One by one she wetted her fingers with her own tongue and then her palm. Her hand slid back into his leggings and wrapped around him, sliding effortlessly and quick along the engorged steel.
“It causes my body to petrify immediately … to solidify into raging need until I would weep from painful need if not for the grace of my bow hand,” he groaned as he thrust into her hand showing her with his body the perfect pace to keep him needing … to keep him hard and ready. “Just the way you want me … no?”
"Aye. Just the way," she repeated finding the tempo of their pleasure near maddening. "Tell me, my love, what would you give for lips to wrap wetly around you as Daewier does for Ilian?"
“Anything you would ask of me,” Legolas rasped out as his body pulsed within her grip. “My wealth … my talent … my very kingdom would be yours if only …” Moving swiftly, he tossed her sending her to her back breaking their contact momentarily only to have his mouth slide erotically down her abdomen to lavish sexual oral attention to the rim of her womanhood. “What would you have of me?” he mumbled enticingly.
All this time, Daewier gorged herself on the enormous shaft that so filled her throat as the hot, male tongue manipulated her body lapping at the juices that seeped from her body into Ilian’s mouth. Lifting her eyes to the couple upon the bed, her greed heightened and her throat took him further inside than ever before.
Ilian tried to keep his wayward hips still and allow his love to create her own pass but it was near impossible for him, the pleasure was so acute. All the while he moaned and hummed into the thick, sweet flesh he devoured, finally settling on the swollen nub with a swirl of his talented tongue.
Arching hips off of the floor, Daewier gave one last, long suckle allowing her teeth to gently scrape the folded-back skin that settled at the lower portion of the huge manhood held in her mouth milking the thick, creamy essence from his body to shoot in choppy streams down the chamber of her throat as she drank, greedily of him.
Ilian continued to lick and suckle at the saturated lips of his lover pulling the hot spiced nectar from her Venus port. His eyes slid across to the bed to see how the other lover's progressed.
Eyes closed as her head fell to the floor, Daewier held her beloved’s now-flaccid, yet still impressive member in her grip caressing its softness against her cheek as she writhed beneath him in the throws of orgasmic climax. “Tell me of them, beloved,” she whispered sensually.
"They both seem to be near consumed with the fire of lust. They can neither pitch headlong into the flames nor withdraw to outer edges. Have you an idea what will end their torment?" He growled, sliding his possessing tongue along her full slitted magnificence.
“He will become too consumed, beloved,” she panted as her body shivered in release. “He’s preparing as we speak to throw caution to the wind and take her fully!” She lifted her hips and ground her still-wet sex into the contours of his face. “Will you not stop them?”
"Nay, it is beyond either him or me now. Tis in the hands of the highest power for I have neither the will nor strength to put a stop to such natural things." Ilian lifted his calloused fingers and one by one slid them into her, slid them in until she was stretched three wide, stretched fully.
“Not the will,” Daewier gasped as the almost painful pressure was created inside her throbbing, pulsating body. “But why … what robs you of your will and strength?” Even at this thrilling point in their relationship … of their loving and sexual frenzy, the girl still needed confirmation that she had power over his body and mind.
"You know not? Tis you my beautiful love that robs me of all my good senses." Ilian laughed quietly, his fingers pushing slowly inward.
Hips rolling in wide circles, she forced his fingers to play her body like a magnificent instrument building into the ultimate climax they both knew would end in the greatest of energy between them. “Beloved!” she cried with intensity. “Take me there!”
Moving her aside, Ilian pushed to his knees and positioned himself behind her, leveling his renewed lust-hardened rod into her quivering nexus. "Is that what you want, lover? Is that the way you like it?”
“Gods, yes!” she cried as she ground her posterior into his embedding him deeper into her body. “Harder, my magnificent lover … pound into me as you will!”
"Legolas,” Falawyn panted from the bed. “I would give my very soul to have but a moment of such pleasuring from you." She gasped feeling the white hot touch of his lips. "But, my lord..." she wanted to be meek and submissive for a moment, wanted to appear the pure and virginal woman she was. In her mind she thought it would very much add to the passion of the moment. “May I take you in my mouth? Suckle your loving spike? Will you permit me, my love, my lord?"
“Aye,” the prince moaned throatily as he allowed his tongue to run the trail of her wet, heated womanly petals. “Take me in your mouth and milk my body of its essence…please!”
"Aye! Legolas! Oh, Legolas!" She gasped arching her torso completely off the mattress below as her orgasm ripped through in a tidal wave liquid fire that flowed from her body.
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