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Elrond's Game	By : pip Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 3293 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or Middle Earth, or any of the characters. Everything is Tolkien's. I make no money from this work of fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One
- 2-Chapter Two
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Chapter Two
After a brief kiss to her lips, Elrond lowered one hand, caressing one shin with the fingers of that hand. Sweeping over the skin, his fingers felt tickly warm, and the ache in her resolved into a deep weight that seemed to keep her still. How could such a simple touch feel so good?
He stared into her eyes, and Celebrían found she couldn't look away. “Slowly, mell nín,” Elrond said, as the simple stroking of his fingers tamed her. She had no mind to beg for more, no mind to think. She was frozen in place, as if by staying still she could make him continue, exactly in this way, that heaviness in her lower body was increasing with every motion of his hand.
At last he broke the intense gaze, lowering his head to suckle at one of her nipples. Not teasing but actually sucking, the heat of his mouth and pressure of his tongue striking up a rhythm that matched the touch of his hand. Celebrían longed to hold him in her arms, and her wrists twisted uselessly as she voiced a long, deep moan.
She didn't realise the scope of his touch was changing until his fingertips grazed the inside of her knee. Her legs were already bound wide apart, but she turned her leg to make it easier for him to touch her there. It was beyond surrender. Surrender implied passivity, and she was anything but passive. Her body wanted the offer to be so tempting he couldn't possibly resist, couldn't refuse. It was not surrender – it was welcome.
“Elrond,” she whispered, wanting more, wanting his answer to that offer in a deepening of his touch and intention. And in a way she had what she wanted as his hand moved ever higher, until he was teasing the inside of her thigh, the end of the motion nudging at the place where her leg met her body. It was as if he touched that ache, and she jolted each time he touched her there, the sensation too intense to contain.
Her nipple was so sensitive in his mouth, his lips sealed over the areola that puckered in response. She could almost feel herself swelling to match his requirements, the skin of her breast prickling with goosebumps that she could feel but could not see.
Oh, but he had such talented hands and fingers! Elrond was never hesitant in his touch, and yet he was not rough either. He always managed to occupy that middle ground between the two; confident and assured without being careless. At last his fingers were rubbing gently at the lips of her labia, not quite entering between them, but she was wet and her body was reaching out for him. He was spreading the evidence of her arousal over her skin, until it was slippery and his fingers dipped inside as if by accident. Celebrían cried out.
Her nipple escaped his lips with a little pop as he pulled his head back, looking into her eyes again and Celebrían blinked over and over again as two fingers began to circle her clitoris, gently massaging the sensitive flesh. “Easy, meleth,” he said.
Celebrían began to pant, unable to help it as Elrond's fingers continued on, steady, regular, firm pressure. Her legs were shaking, but not in orgasm, not yet. Instead it was a slowly winding tension that held her in its grip. The throbbing need which had begun as a mere ache, and changed to a weighty sensation in her lower body was smouldering, molten hot embers. It needed just a nudge and it would become a flame.
“Elrond...!” she said again, but this time she didn't recognise her own voice, so broken, her eyes fluttering closed against her will.
He laughed slowly, deep and quiet, never stopping the sweet torment as Celebrían felt her first climax rising steadily in her. She moved as much as she could now, arching up slightly from the bed, and wriggling from side to side, then trying to grind down on his fingers, but Elrond did not falter, nor did he increase the speed or pressure.
“Please,” she was whispering now, over and over, “please...” Even if Elrond did not deepen his exquisite touch, she would come eventually. She could feel it reaching out even now, slowly, to meet him. To draw him in. Her body spoke a language of its own, and it spoke to Elrond.
And then they came full circle. Celebrían stopped the little movements as the moment came closer, a strange kind of pleasure and agony all rolled into one, and suddenly it was important that Elrond continue what he was doing, exactly the way he was doing it.
She was flushed, and could feel the heat of her blood in her face and down her neck to her chest, where Elrond leaned over her now, lips latched onto her other nipple while with his free hand he massaged the breast he had tormented earlier. She felt tender and locked in the moment as it stretched out before her, impossibly long.
The breaking felt keen, a sudden series of sheer drops, tumbling down into his mercy, yielding into his touch, hotter and hotter. The cries she gave were high and breathless as she turned her head, encountering only the softness of the pillows beneath her cheek.
Elrond had stopped at the precise moment where it would have been too much, and she felt relaxed and heavy, pleasured but not satisfied. He kissed her again, this time much more deeply, and nuzzled her neck while she remembered how to breathe again without shuddering with aftershocks.
“Very good, Cel,” he said after a minute or two, and got up from the bed, removing his trousers as Celebrían watched him, her eyes drinking in the sight. Her desire for penetration increased, and she shifted a little as he came to kneel between her legs, upright, almost looming as he ran a hand over his erection.
“I need to feel you,” Celebrían said, arching up again to display her meaning. Elrond merely watched, apparently unmoved.
“And miss my favourite thing? The taste of you? Oh, hervess nín, how silly of you to imagine I would deprive myself in any way.”
Elrond lowered himself down to the bed, for a moment covering her body with his own, just as she wished it. His weight was familiar and welcome, and his body rested perfectly in the cradle of her pelvis. She felt the head of his cock, guided by his hand, slip between the folds of her labia and move up and then down, not quite entering her.
“You are cruel!” she exclaimed, her body jerking down, trying to capture him even though it was hopeless.
“Of course I am, mell nín,” he replied indulgently, then moved down her body, leaving her bereft of his weight. The warm palms of his hands rested on her flat stomach while his biceps held down her out-turned thighs, and he bent his head to do just what he had threatened as Celebrían gasped, her body awakening in a new series of spasms of delight. He suckled at her clitoris just as he had at her breasts, occasionally breaking off to gather up her fluids with his tongue.
It did not take long for Celebrían to be poised on that precipice again. She looked down the bed, helpless, and saw him, his head moving slightly as he worked on her. His arms were bent, elbows sticking out, and his shoulders were bunched together, the muscles there so broad and powerful.
“Meleth namilui!” she gasped, and Elrond hummed laughter against her, breaking her again, holding her still as her body seized and fell and soared, leaving her in a sweet kind of languor. And still he tasted her, his tongue delving deep into her as she moaned his name.
Her hair was damp with sweat now, and she pleaded with him – no – begged him to move up the bed and claim her as he must. Elrond paid no attention to her demands, instead reaching down to pick up an object which had been waiting upon a pile of blankets over a bed warmer.
“What is it now?” she asked, trying to raise her head to see, then flopping back down onto the pillows in exhaustion. She soon understood, as Elrond began easing the slim, carved marble dildo inside her. It was warm, and soon it was slick too with her own body's lubricating juices.
Thrashing, moaning in abandon as Elrond slid it in and out, making a thorough job of it, varying the speed until she could feel tears of pleasure leaking from her eyes. And then, in the middle of doing that, he flicked her clitoris with his thumb.
Celebrían lost all sense of herself, of time, of anything as her legs began to shake continuously. Every breath was released in a long stuttering moan as Elrond continued, his concentration focused on Celebrían's lower body as he watched what his own hands were doing.
“I can't... oh, please... I can't...”
“Oh, yes, you can, mell nín,” Elrond replied, his eyes flicking up to hers for a brief moment. “I could continue like this for as long as I wanted, and your body would deliver up climax after climax for my consideration,” he said, a kind of hunger in his voice that made Celebrían shiver.
“Please, don't...!”
“This is what it means to master you, Cel. I hold your pleasure in my hands, your entire being, all of you.”
She barely understood the words as he continued, her body shuddering and lost, obedient to him only, and to everything he did. And then perhaps it was because she felt the connection so keenly, but suddenly it was as if he were there beside her too, holding her hand and watching himself.
Only in her mind, and yet she welcomed the impression, sought to surround herself with it.
It is as if he is my body's Master, she thought clearly for a single moment. And then he stopped, not suddenly, but easing back until his hands were still. Celebrían cried, sniffling, exhausted and useless, yet still somewhere deep inside, unsatisfied.
“Your body has yielded to my touch and been broken against my hands. How can you be unsatisfied now, mell nín?” Elrond asked. He sounded a little incredulous, and Celebrían never even noticed he'd read her mind.
Celebrían, even now still trembling, was not sure if she loved or hated his description. “But I... it is not the same as when we...” She could feel her face flush at attempting to describe it. “I need to feel you inside me. I need us to be one.”
Elrond crawled up the bed, on his hands and knees over her as he looked down. Again he lowered himself, his weight pressing her down, and this time when he guided himself to breach her, he did not hesitate. He groaned and shuddered. “Can you hear it?” he asked, and moved in and out, the sound of it moist and wet. Celebrían bit her lip.
Elrond's games had opened her body up, but she could feel herself adjusting now, to fit snug and tight around him as he continued to move, increasing the friction until she could not help drawing in another breath of pleasure.
There was the sense of his presence surrounding her again as his hands slid beneath her back to hold her close. And she had everything she wanted, even though her body was too spent to give any more, when he climaxed everything was right, was as it should be.
Even she was too tired to do anything more than sleep when it was all done, and she drifted off with thoughts of love in her mind. Elrond. He was the one. If their children didn't prove it then this did, every single time.
“Melethril,” Elrond said, his voice following her into reverie. “Mistress of my heart.”

~ finis ~
Translations:
mell nín – my dear
meleth – love
Meleth namilui – Love be kind
melethril – lover (female)
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