Killing Beauty

Ashva knew the moment she got up it would wake him, but she didn't care. She was on fire. Returning to the spring, she bathed her face and neck with the cool water, but that didn't do much good. What she wanted was relief from the longing that was searing her body. How could it be this strong, when for so many years it had been just noticable?

She heard him approaching but refused to look around or up when he stopped. "This will take the teeth out of it," he said and dropped his hand, offering her a small weed. She looked at the spindly plant and then up at him. She couldn't read his handsome face, but he knew.

"When did you gather that?" she asked, her face burning with shame, which thankfully he couldn't see in the dark.

"Does it matter?" he asked, and in one graceful movement, crossed his legs and sat down beside her. She had no reason to be ashamed.

"Perhaps I should go my own way," she offered, unable to look at him.

"Why? You think this is new to me?" he asked and gently grabbed her chin and turned her face towards him. "All elleths feel the fire at times."

"I'm not an elleth," she reminded him.

"Something about you is," he observed, her desire having a profound affect on him as well. It was like being a part of an animal in heat, a hold over from the ancient times before the elves were elves. It was their reminder that they were still a part of the natural world, and if she had been one of his elleths, he would have taken her and satisfied her needs. If only to avoid the discomfort she was creating in him. He reached up and removed a strand of hair from her cheek so he could better see her face. She jumped as if touched by electricity. "You did not jump when you helped me," he said easily. "Why now?"

"The situation was different," she reminded him. "I was only looking for a Rohan rider, not needing him. And you were in no shape to disturb me."

"My apologies if I disturb you," he said as soft as silk. "Since I owe you my life, perhaps I can be a substitute, though a poor one, for your rider."

"It would not be wise," she murmured, intensely aware of his hand caressing her cheek. It was so soft, almost soothing. She was sure he was using some sort of magic on her, but she didn't care, it was nice. "Your elleths are lucky women," she continued and then heard him chuckle softly, a sound she imagined a cat would make before it leaped on its prey.


Elleths in heat were so easy to seduce, and Ashva was more elf than human. She was fairly purring as he allowed his fingers to move softly from her cheek to her throat. Her lips might protest, but her body ached to be touched. And carefully, ever so carefully, he turned her towards him. He could see a flash of pain in her eyes and wondered why, but then her resistance ended and she came to him. She wanted to be kissed, to be touched, to be loved; she needed these things as sure as she needed food and water.


Ashva didn't care to fight it anymore. She needed him and told herself it was just nature. It meant nothing. His lips were no different from a man's, his body no different......by all dark gods of the black sea she needed to feel him inside of her. Her urgency did not require teasing and foreplay. She wanted to devour him and it was only with great effort that she untied her leggings and pulled them down her hips. He didn't even need to do that much. Just unlace the front and free himself.

Haldir had to admit this was new to him, a female so hungry that she didn't even take time to undress. It was almost violent the way she pushed him backward and mounted him, the liquid fire of her core scorching him. And she couldn't get enough of his mouth, but hers were not simple kisses or even passionate ones; she was tasting him, biting at his lower lip and sparring with his tongue. She was mindlessly using him, and he loved it. Still if she was going to ride him like a Rohan stallion, he was going to have some reward for letting himself be so used. He shoved her clothing aside until his hands cupped her breasts beneath the plain shirt she was wearing. Mindless fucking was good once in awhile, but he didn't want to make a habit of it.

She came violently, repeatedly using him to go go one step farther. And somewhere in the heat of blood and pleasure, she felt him surrender to his own need. He held her hips hard against his body. It was as close to perfection as she could remember. Then he sat up and wrapped his arms around her, his head against her breast.

"The next time we will do it right," he said breathlessly, a most satisfied elf for the time being.

Ashva smiled and wrapped her arms around his golden head and held it close to her. "I'm tired," she murmured softly.

He chuckled, that soft feline sound rumbling in his throat. "It will be light soon," he softly informed her.

"Then you will need to wake me then," she said and climbed off him. Adjusting her clothes and wrapping her cloak around her, she returned to her bedroll, fell on it and went right to sleep.

Haldir stayed by the spring waiting for the sun to make its appearance, while a small field bird started its song. He loved the woods of Lothlorien more than anything, but there was beauty out here as well. Momentarily sated, completely at ease with himself and life in general, he lay on his back and watched the stars begin their gradual fade into blue. The princess crossed his mind once, and he hoped she was as well as could be expected, but it did not do an elf justice to worry about something until there was cause. Soon enough he would have to deal with that. Ashva said it would take them two weeks on horseback to reach the city of the Os, a part of it crossing a treacherous mountain pass. Plucking a blade of grass and chewing on its end, he considered it. Half of that time he would have an elleth in heat to deal with, a very wild elleth in heat. Hopefully she would still desire him once the blood lust had passed.

"I wonder how I compared to the Rohan rider?" he mused. "At least she knows my name."