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Untamed Tales 4 - The Tattoo	By : Mel99Moe Category: -Fourth Age to Modern times and beyond > General Views: 1107 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Untamed Tales - The Tattoo, Chapter 4

“Oh my head!” Rhavaniel moaned as she awoke the next morning. “Tell Gimli to stop hammering.”

Legolas lay on his side facing Rhavaniel, watching her sleep. “Gimli is not here, meleth. That hammering is going on inside your skull.”

“What happened? I feel as if I’ve been trampled on by a thousand Orcs,” she said holding her hand over her eyes. “As a matter of fact, I have been trampled on by a thousand Orcs, and it never felt this bad.”

Legolas laughed. “You went out cavorting with Antien, that’s what happened.” He rolled onto his back, reached for a mug on the side table and turned back to Rhavaniel. “Here drink this. I had it brought to our room knowing you would need something this morning.” He handed her the steaming mug of herbal tea.

Rhavaniel took the mug from him, his fingers lingering over hers as she did. As bad as her head hurt, it didn’t compare to the tingle that she felt where their skin touched or the sultry look he was giving her now. His eyes left hers as they traveled down the length of her body still covered by a light silky sheet. There was a hunger in his gaze that Rhavaniel knew all too well. Still, she was quite hung over and needed more tea before she could even think of indulging in one of Legolas’ morning love sessions, no matter how irresistible he looked.

“I don’t remember getting home last night. Did Antien get back safely?” she asked in a raspy voice.

“You both made it to his place. Glandur sent word as to your whereabouts and I came to get you,” he answered getting out of bed.

Rhavaniel watched him stroll naked across the room to a basin of water where he retrieved a cloth and dipped it in the clean water. Gods he was perfect she thought to herself. The way his muscles moved beneath his skin and how his hair hung down his back made her body warm. She would never tire from watching him do the simplest things.

Legolas wrung the excess water from the cloth and turned back to her, walking to their bed. His eyes never left hers as he was successfully seducing her with his deep blue shining pools. He sat on the edge of the bed and handed her the wet cloth. “Put this on your head. It will help with the headache.”

Rhavaniel thought that watching him walk around naked was helping to ease her pain, but the towel would help too. Then she thought about what he said earlier. “Funny, but I don’t remember you coming to get me and take me home.”

“Well, when I got there you were already asleep on their couch. I woke you and eventually we were on our way home. You told me about your evening at the tavern and how you thought the dwarves cheated, which was why you were in such a state. Then you began to tell me about something you and Antien discussed; something that you said you’d like to try with me. Do you remember meleth?”

Rhavaniel wracked her brain trying to remember but after the darts game, everything was a blur. “Refresh my memory if you will.”
Legolas crawled back into their bed, spooning up behind her and nuzzling his nose in her neck. “Well, it was something about a certain position, and how you would do all the work. You would pleasure me by . . .” Legolas whispered into her ear, repeating what she had told him the night before.

Rhavaniel suddenly remembered discussing such ideas with Antien, but she did not intend to share it with Legolas. She had been curious about what things Antien and Glandur did to please each other. He had told her about one thing that Glandur did that sent him to the stars each time. Then he suggested Rhavaniel doing something similar for Legolas. He had said it would be the ultimate experience for Legolas and she would reap the rewards later.

As Legolas was explaining it in her ear, she closed her eyes and remembered. Then she gasped at his response to suggesting such things. “You would let me do that to you?”

“I would let you do it if it brought you joy. Besides, it sounds like it would bring me much joy also,” he said as his hand slid across her waist and up to her breasts. He nibbled on her ear, increasing her pleasure. “Maybe we should try it right now.”

Forgetting about her pounding head, Rhavaniel allowed Legolas to seduce her with his warm lips running along her neck, her shoulder, down her arm to her hand. She rolled onto her back and came to look up into his eyes. He gazed at her intensely as blue turned dark as a stormy sea. Rhavaniel knew Legolas too well, and that look said that he would have his way no matter what.

He nudged her legs apart and settled between them, covering her with his body. He kissed her deeply, his tongue pushing between her lips, demanding to taste every part of her. When he was satisfied, he rolled them over so that Rhavaniel was lying on top of him. They continued their hungry kisses and his hands traveled down her spine. Then they made their way lower to the top of her buttocks where he squeezed and pulled her closer.

“Ouch!” she complained, breaking the sensuous kiss.

“I’m sorry my love. I do not know my own strength sometimes,” he apologized.

Rhavaniel smiled down at him, her long golden hair covering them like a curtain. “It is alright my beloved.”

Legolas began again and gripped her rounded rear. This time he was careful when he touched her. He started his ministrations again.

“Ow, Legolas . . . what the--.”

“Here Rhavaniel, let me see what is going on back there,” Legolas said as he sat up, taking her with him.

“It feels as though I was bitten or something,” she said trying to see behind her and failing.

“Turn around and let me have a look,” Legolas said. Rhavaniel got on her knees and turned her back to him, looking over her shoulder. “Oh, for pity’s sake,” he said, then laughed.

“What? What is it Legolas? Is it a bite or what?” she said worriedly.

“Oh, it’s a *what* alright. Rhavaniel, where did you and Antien go last night?”

“Well, you know, we went to the tavern in town,” she answered.

“Yes, but where did you go after that and before you got to their home?”

Rhavaniel thought for a moment. “I’m quite sure we came straight home. Let’s see, we walked outside, and then Antien stopped to talk to me about something. Then he darted off and we--.” She suddenly remembered something and gasped. “There was a new store, I think,” she said recalling visions in her clouded mind. “There were many pictures in the window, a store of some sort . . . drawings . . . an art shop--.”

“You mean a tattoo shop?” Legolas said, still observing her rear.

“Of course not. It was an art--,” she paused when suddenly something clicked. “Oh for Eru’s sake, please tell me we did not--.” She looked at Legolas’ smug face. Rhavaniel covered her face with her hands and shook her head. “We did didn’t we,” she fretted.

“Well, someone had nice penmanship at least,” he laughed again.

Afraid to ask, Rhavaniel’s voice turned to a whisper. “What does it say?”

“The first two words are small . . .”

“The first two?” she said shocked.

“Yes,” Legolas continued. “But Antien is quite readable and it is finished with a swirling vine and a flower.”

“Oh for the love of all that is right in this world, what has that crazy elf gotten me into now!” she yelled.

Legolas was taking delight in this situation. He was also enjoying the view of her naked body, despite the newly painted tattoo on her cheek. He decided to tease her more. “I don’t think I like seeing the name of another ellon on your rear. I’ll never be able to take you from behind again.”

Rhavaniel gave him an absolute appalling look. “We have to get it off! We have to get it off now!” she screamed. Her loud voice made her head pound and she winced. “Oh, Legolas,” she cried, giving up.

Legolas clinched her waist and pulled her down onto his lap, being careful not to touch the newly bruised skin. She just seemed so pitiful right now, and he liked it very much. Rhavaniel felt the evidence of his joy at the small of her back. “You didn’t mean that did you?” she asked innocently.

“Well, it will take some getting used to. Perhaps I better start adjusting to this new look right now,” he said rubbing against her back and nipping at the back on her neck and her shoulder. It didn’t take long and Legolas made her forget about her pounding head and the tattoo. They forgot about many things that day as they ended up spending it in bed.

Hours later, as Rhavaniel lay in Legolas’ arms, completely spent and Legolas completely sated from their new adventures. He twirled a strand of her hair between his long fingers, eyes half closed and a smile on his face.

Rhavaniel sighed, glad that Legolas wasn’t upset with her. “I wonder if Antien has one too.”

Legolas smiled against the soft skin of her neck and laughed. Before he could answer her, there was a loud knock and then a fist pounding on their door.

“Rhavaniel!” Antien yelled from the other side.

“I think you have your answer, meleth,” Legolas laughed and Rhavaniel joined him.

The End . . .
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