20. Chapter Twenty
The foothills were upon them before they even knew it. Lust and hunger and love coloured their riding; filled them with emotions too deep yet too close to the surface to even consider talking. A seasoned rider could gallop without any thought of sex, but the steady motion of the horses against their private parts had them reeling. The pool suddenly was before them. They dismounted quickly. Then, the three stood before the steaming water and breathed deeply. This would be the moment; this would be the time they would truly be one. All dissension would be wiped away; all envy; all covetousness; all anger. Truly - they would be one. They were in like mind; they would bond as none other had done before them.
Haldirriel stepped forward first. She undid the cord at her neck and her cloak fell to the floor of the forest. Next, she undid the clasps that held her tunic closed. She pulled it off, sensually letting it slide over her body and then over her head, quite conscious that her Elves watched her every movement. She untied her leggings and pushed, inch by inch, until the garment lay in its own pool around her feet. She bent, blushed and smiled at the sounds she heard behind her. She knew what sight she was offering them. She removed her boots and then pushed the leggings off, one leg at a time, with her feet. She had them arched and knew the look of her long legs and the arched feet would bring the Elves behind her to hardness.
She stepped into the pool, slowly allowing her body to submerge until she was all but covered. Yet, she knew she was not unseen, for the water was a sparkling, clear aqua. She could see the small hole at the bottom of the spring where the hot water entered it. She swam to the ledge, sat on it, and moved her legs back and forth, waiting for company. It was not long coming. She looked up.
Haldir pierced her with his eyes. He removed his cloak and the rest of his garments in as leisurely a fashion as he could, but his cock was hard and stood straight up, and he found it most difficult to do anything but lunge at her. He ran his hand over his body, down his thighs and then to his penis, stroking it as the blade of it stood straight out; then, he fondled his balls. He smiled as she gasped. Moving slowly, he stepped into the pool and swam to her side. He pulled himself up on the shelf and smiled. Then, he looked at Legolas, standing forlornly on the side of the pool. He beckoned.
Legolas took a deep breath and plunged in, clothes and all. As he swam, he flung his cloak off and onto the ground nearby. Then, he undid his tunic, took it and his shirt off, ducked into the water and pulled his leggings and boots off, and swam to the shelf. He pulled himself up on Haldirriel's left, panting and laughing.
Haldirriel leaned and took his lips in hers, laughing and exclaiming over his foolishness. He returned the kiss, opening his mouth and taking her proffered tongue in. She closed her eyes as he ravaged her mouth, touching her teeth, tickling her tongue, delving deeper and deeper, until finally he began to suck her tongue in earnest. She clung to him, her breasts pressed against his chest, the nubs taut, peaked and hard. Her moans only made him harder. He felt Haldir's hands on his arms and looked up, not letting Haldirriel's mouth go.
Haldir kissed Legolas' elbows and then bent lower and laved the part of his stomach that still showed. He ran his hands over the Elf's arms, then he turned to Haldirriel. He kissed the back of her neck, then moved closer so that he could lick her ear as Legolas seduced her. He ran his tongue up the side of her neck and found the delicate ear. He sucked on the meat of it, then took her breasts in his hands. As she arched up, he laved her ear until he reached the small, pointed eartip. He sucked it in as far as he could and lightly bit and sucked and moaned around it. His hands never left her breasts. He took the nubs between his thumbs and forefingers and pinched them, holding them as his fingers moved and destroyed any semblance of composure.
Haldirriel began to moan louder and longer. The warmth of the water was so thoroughly relaxing that the fire in her body seemed incongruous. And yet, she was on fire. Never before had she been so hot; never before had she felt so wet; never before had she felt as if she would truly lose her mind if these two who loved her continued as they did. She was trembling from head to toe. She tried to push Legolas away, but he would not be stayed. She moved from Haldir's side, but he mimicked her move and came even closer to her, still holding her breasts in his hands and still sucking her ear. She cried out in agony, pleasure running through her so strong and painful, she thought she might die. "Stop!" she cried, but they did not.
Legolas' tongue grew more insistent, and his hands, that had only held her arms till this moment, moved down and took her thighs and squeezed them. She sobbed. The Elf moved his hands up and down her inner thighs, stroking gently, but sensuously. "Wait," she sobbed into his mouth, but he did not stop. His hands moved inwards and touched her crotch. She screamed as her body reacted, shudders coursing through her. Legolas grabbed her throbbing cunt and gently squeezed it. She screamed again. He relaxed his hold, but did not let it go, letting the feeling of her throbbing body send delight to his own member. He did not let her mouth go either.
Haldir, hearing the screams and knowing what Legolas was doing, reached down and touched her anus. She lurched backwards, towards him, and he held her tight for one more moment. Then, he entered her, slowly, with only one finger, but he entered her nether regions and delighted in the warmth and the firm grip that clasped his digit. He could hardly imagine waiting any longer, but knew he wanted to savour every moment. He added another finger as she convulsed about him.
"I can wait no longer," Legolas' breathing was short and haggard.
"One moment more," Haldir begged. His own body was taut; he knew he could not last much longer, but he had one more thing he wanted to do before he took her. And he would be the one to take her. He took his other hand, moved Legolas' hand to Haldirriel's' thigh, and then put his fingers, up to the knuckles, into her vagina. She almost lost consciousness and he held her close to him, her back resting on his chest. He held her for a few more moments; his left two fingers in her anus, his right four fingers in her vagina, as he moved them gently and slowly. As she shuddered, he kissed Legolas, full on the mouth and then took the Elf's tongue in his mouth.
Legolas was panting by this time. He saw Haldir's eyes and knew what the Elf wanted, and realized he wanted it too. But not now. Now was the time for Haldirriel. He pulled back from Haldir's touch and moved his penis so that it touched Haldir's hand. The Elf looked at him in surprise, then removed the fingers from Haldirriel's crotch and took the Elf into his hand. After a few light strokes, he helped guide the shaft into Haldirriel's waiting, wet vagina. She cried in pleasure and relief and ecstasy. Another moment, and he took his fingers from her anus. She sobbed and begged him to return them, but he took his own shaft instead and rubbed it lightly against the opening. After a few strokes, he entered her.
She heard the pop as he sheathed himself in her and she sobbed again. Trying desperately to remain alert and aware, she took heavy, deep breaths. Nothing helped. She was lost. They had taken her and ridden her and claimed her as their own. There was nothing she could do but give in and let go. She screamed continuously as the first of four climaxes hit her. The Elves never relented in their ministrations to her body. After the first climax, she made to move, but they pierced her, front and back and continued to thrust into her. Another three climaxes and they relented.
Haldir was the first to let go. He pushed faster and further until his member was close to bleeding from the thrusts. He held himself taut for a moment, then gave it up and let his body have its way. He bent his head into her shoulder and bit it as he came to fulfillment. Sobbing, he leaned against her and waited until Legolas was finished. He had not doubt it would be soon.
Legolas marveled at Haldir's staying power. He knew, from past experience, what it was to be sheathed in Haldirriel's nether region. He had breached her before and knew the muscles were strong and firm and capable of the most exquisite torture. Yet, Haldir was completed and he was still hard. He smiled at them both, then took his fingers, gently removed Haldir's member from Haldirriel, and replaced them with his own and pulled and thrust and pushed until he could not think. He passed out as his climax took him and almost slid off the ledge. Haldirriel did not let go.
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