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A liaison in the Great Greenwood	By : Azukiel Category: +Third Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 7956 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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   She could barely contain her laughter, closing the great oaken doors as Adlanniel left for the king’s chambers. Despite the light hearted humour between them, she knew that her warning to her lady would not be heeded. Sighing, she walked over to the secret door that lead to her own rooms; as long as her lady and the king were in the same realm, nothing could separate them. There was no more she could do but continue to lend her support and try to dissuade Adlanniel further, even if it were to fall upon deaf ears.

   Going over to her dressing table, she looked over her hair in the mirror, twisting it here and there, trying to make it presentable for when she herself would seek out her lover. But her current appearance did not impress her. If it could not impress her then how could it impress her ellon? Perhaps a bath and a change of clothes would help, she continued to think to herself. Taking a fair amount of dresses from her wardrobe, she lay them upon her bed and held them one by one in front of herself as she stood before the mirror. Eventually she decided on one of light turquoise and greens, symbolising the snows that blanketed the surrounding Greenwood.
   Taking off her current dress and her fur lined cloak, she now stood within her room in nothing but her undergarments, the cold winter draft sending a chill down her spine. Quickly she moved over to her bath, turning the tap which would allow the hot water from the hot springs to flow through.

   She shrieked and almost fell into the bath as she felt something squeeze her buttocks tightly. Instinctively she spun around to punch the culprit, but tripped on her own feet and fell into his arms instead. “Melethril you… you…!” She snapped at him as she went to punch him again.
   Laughing, he dodged her aim and brought her closer to his body. “Did you miss me?” He asked smoothly.
   Gwendalyn frowned at him and pouted in exasperation. “How long were you watching for?”
   “I was in here before you arrived.” He replied with a cheeky grin. “And watching you undress has really… peaked my interests.”
   Gwendalyn blushed and turned her head away. She was very glad to hear those words, but she could not allow him to have the upper hand. “How improper.” She frowned again.
   “I heard no complaints when my hand was down your panties the other day.” He retorted, making her blush furiously once more.
   “Stop teasing me.”
   “Stop being a prude.” He replied as he brought her body ever closer, skimming his lips along the nape of her neck and the back of her ears, knowing well that she could not resist a mere touch from him. His hands slid around to her front and groped her, and she let out a small moan in response. “I would very much like to see you unclothed…” He whispered then, his desire for her as strong as it had ever been. He felt a strange sense of confidence being before her, perhaps as she portrayed herself as being petite and meek, although she was quite the opposite.
   “Now you are being improper…” She murmured as she averted her gaze.
   “Am I?” Melethril chuckled at her. “If I am, then I do apologise....”
   Gwendalyn smiled innocently and shook her head. “I accept your request, only if you also comply,” She said as she turned to face him.
   This made Melethril now blush. Even though her request was fair for he had requested the same, he never expected her to actually concur. “I did not think you would agree…” His eyes were pinned to her breasts as she began to untie the ties of her undergarments.
   She lifted a finger to hush him. “I am full of surprises, dear Melethril, now close your eyes.”
   Hesitantly he did as he was told, a cold sweat forming on his brow in anticipation. His whole body shivered now as he could hear her undress.
   “Keep your eyes closed Melethril.” She warned him, taking his hands now into hers. Slowly she brought them to her naked chest, and cupped them around her breasts.
   He gulped and his heart began to race at the feeling of her delectable flesh, her nipples now standing taught between his fingers. He could not help but let out a sigh of contentment when she began to trace her own fingers over his own chest, tugging at his shirt for him to pull it off. He complied quickly, and his skin prickled when he heard her too gasp at what she now saw; a torso so chiseled and refined.
   “By the Valar…” She whispered as she traced her fingers down his musculature, circling his navel which made him squirm and giggle.

   “May I open my eyes now?” He pleaded sweetly, desperate to look upon her.
   “In but a moment.” She purred as she crawled into her bed, covering her body from his sight with the sheets. Telling him to open his eyes then she beckoned for him to come to her, and with reddened cheeks he did, and stood by the side of the bed.
“Get in, silly.” She laughed as she threw back the sheets for him to enter the bed beside her, covering herself enough as not to reveal any of her more intimate flesh. “Off with the rest.” She ordered him then, and he again did as he was told, hiding himself beneath the sheets she had thrown over him in order to pull of his pants and undergarments. When he had completed his task, he lay there and stared up at the ceiling, the sheets covering up to his shoulders as he breathed deeply, nervously.
   Slowly Gwendalyn sidled up to him, making him go rigid when she reached out to touch his skin once more. He chuckled nervously once more and turned on his side to face her, yet she were still covered with the sheets.
   “Please, let me look upon your beauty.” He pleaded once more.

   This time she accepted his plea and slowly pulled the sheets from her body, revealing her slender frame. She had not long come of age and thus her body still held onto some of its adolescent youth, just as much as his did.
   His eyes, wide in awe, trailed their way up and down her body, making him hitch his breath. Beneath the sheets that covered him could he feel his member stiffen in anticipation, but for what she would allow, he was yet to find out.
As he gazed upon her, lewd thoughts floated into his mind. Oh how we wanted to delve deep into her as he looked over the soft pelt of her womanhood; how he wanted to take one of her breasts into his mouth. But no, he would do no such thing against her permission. He could only but fantasise, and even then he felt shamed for doing so and blushed furiously as he averted his gaze.
   “What is it Melethril?” Gwendalyn asked sweetly.
   Melethril gulped and gazed into her eyes with a fervent hunger. “What I would like to do to you right now….” He trailed off, feeling his erection press harder against his thighs.
   “And what would that be?” She teased.
   “I wouldn't dare say it, I could not disrespect you or your honour.” He averted his gaze bashfully.
   Gwendalyn chuckled, bringing herself close so that they were mere centimetres from each other. She pulled the sheets over so that she too could now see him in all his glory, and she gasped and flushed at the sight, especially at the sight of his hardened manhood.
   She was in awe as she stared at it, reaching down to touch it, only for it to lurch from her fingertips. But no sooner did she touch him did he pull her close into a kiss full of passion. The fact that his member now rubbed against her thighs highly aroused her.

   She sighed deeply as she felt his fingers glide up her cleft, his other hand nestling on her breast as his lips grazed hers gently.He knew he had found his mark when she squirmed as he touched her nub, and so gently he began to stroke and press against it, sending shivers of pleasure down into her loins. He had remembered a night previous where they had hidden within the barracks, kissing feverishly in a concealed corner, his hand down her leggings, teasing her pearl. She had thoroughly enjoyed that, especially when he had pushed his fingers further down.
   He was taken aback when he felt her hands upon his member, stroking it, gripping it to pull gently up and down. A moan escaped between his lips when one of her hands glided back up his chest to a nipple, teasing it delectably. He took her lips with his and entwined his tongue with hers, pulling her body close so that she pressed hard against him. Skin against skin.
   “Melethril?” Gwendalyn asked softly through their kisses, sweat already beginning to dew on her brow.
   “What is it, mel nin?” He rested his forehead on hers and traced his fingers down her face.
   She hesitated for a short moment, wondering if it were the right thing to do considering the current situation she was in, yet it had nothing to do with her own relationship. But at the same time, her relationship with Melethril was still so fresh and new. They could not get enough of each other and had decided to wed. Was it too early for such a thing even though she had already agreed? She knew he had admired her for quite some time, and he had risked his life for her and her lady, regardless of it being his duty. She knew she was in love with him, and she knew what her heart desired. Now her heart and her mind were at one with each other.

“Melo nin…” She whispered, his fingers pushing harder against her pearl, making her moan against his chest.
   He stopped his touch in that moment and looked at her, contemplating for a moment if he had understood what she had said.
   “Make love to me Melethril… please?”
   “A… are you sure?” He questioned her, nervous at the thought, despite his member stiffening more so at the prospect. “I do not want you to feel obligated or pressured into such a thing, especially before we have our wedding ceremony.”
   “I want to be at one with you.” She pressed. “I am ready, and I want it. I want to feel you joined with me in passion.”
   Melethril gazed into her eyes, searching them. He let out a long sigh of wanting then as he kissed her once more, moving to be between her thighs. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
   “Do you not?” She questioned teasingly, her breath hitching slightly when she felt the head of his shaft probe at her womanhood.
“I do…” He leant down to her once more to kiss her, and she reached between them to guide him to her entrance.
   She gasped as he entered her, a sharp pain stinging at her thighs at the breaking of her innocence. Grasping his body she whimpered softly, and gently he kissed her tears away.
   He stroked her face as he slowly rocked against her, reveling in her inner warmth and the soft moans that escaped her lips.
   The bliss that resonated through her body was something she had never imagined, and her mind floated into the clouds as her body arched against his, trembling as she began to reach some zenith she had not expected.
   Her sounds of pleasure elicited his own, and soon he too felt a blinding sensation engulf him, making him cry out as he became spent inside of her. Panting, he looked down at her, and she too breathed heavily as she looked back up at him, pearls of sweat having formed on her brow.
   Without saying a word she pulled him down beside her, and slowly nodded off to sleep as she snuggled into his arms.

Sindarin Elvish - English

Mel nin - my love
Melo nin - make love to me
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood