What Enemy Is This?: 3. Chapter Three

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3. Chapter Three

As he laved himself, she kept her eyes fixed upon him. When he let his leggings slip and fall to the floor, she had held her breath. She loved how he took them off first, his smooth, round buttocks hiding under his tunic. She waited and her patience was well paid. He proceeded to slowly raise the covering over his head. The fabric touched the globes and the muscles moved ever so slightly; she watched in fascination. Another small movement and he was almost facing her.

It hung a quarter of the way down his leg, limp and languid. Her Naneth had always told her size did not matter, but his was most impressive. Involuntarily, she gasped. He turned and smiled at her. And came towards the bed.

She moved a little to the side; she could feel her fluids start to flow. She wanted him to undo her hair, but instead, he put his hand under her and started to caress her. She wanted him to fill her - now! He dawdled, running his hands along her neck, her ears, her breasts. She almost giggled when he tasted the patchouli, but stilled herself.

When she pretended to pout, he kissed her. His lips were the most tender, moist, marvelous lips she had ever tasted. Silently, she begged him to open her, but he would not. His kisses were chaste. She moaned in frustration. Then she shuddered. His tongue was asking entry. She opened her mouth and he filled it, fully, forcefully. She struggled to breathe. She felt him as he leaned against her. He was hard and she was on fire.

He pulled away; she bit her lip to stop the protest. He touched her hair and the fire returned. Slowly, he undid it, sending shivers up and down her spine.

After one last passionate kiss, he moved down. She watched in fascination as he returned to her thighs. No, not her thighs. He touched between her legs. She shivered and stretched her legs outward. Slowly he bent and kissed her. His fingers gently moved over the area. He pushed her outer lips to either side. She held her breath. He moved her inner lips and licked once. She tried to stifle the scream; it came out as a low moan. For the next few moments, his tongue worked, licking her. She could hardly control her shaking. She felt her organ throbbing. If he did not stop soon, she would come.

He never let his tongue leave her, lightly licking her; then he started to gently suck. She cried aloud. His hands moved to her back, running up and down it as his tongue continued its assault upon her opening. She tensed as she felt his finger at her other entrance. He raised his head, and whispered. "Not tonight?"

She shook her head. He smiled and bent down again. His tongue resumed its assault; his finger slowly pushed in beside it. She felt his tongue and his finger in the same hole and screamed. She could not contain herself; passion overwhelmed her.

He smiled. It was hot and wet, well lubricated. He pulled his tongue out, using solely his finger now, pushing it in and out again and again, at first slowly, then with more speed. She clenched the bed coverings, trying to remain still, to savour every moment.

He gently added another finger and pushed up. They touched her spot and she screamed. He paused, pulled them out, then pushed them back in against her. She started thrashing as his tongue took the fingers' place and laved her.

"Oh! Please!" she cried. "Do not stop!" He knew she was ready. He added his fingers again, increasing the pressure on her insides; his tongue sped up. With his licking and sucking and pushing, she came, screaming his name.

He rested his head against her thigh and slowly withdrew his fingers. His mouth never left her skin; he continued to caress her leg with his lips. She moved her head back and forth, sighing.

"You are incredible," she whispered.

"You are. Are you ready for more?"

She laughed. "Not yet. Please. Let me savour the waves that are just now receding." Her eyes glittered impishly. "I want you in me."

He smiled and moved up towards her. "That is easily accomplished."

"Give me but a moment to catch my breath."

He kissed her again, his tongue slipping inside and filling her. She took it and sucked on it. He pulled away, laughing. "You are a minx! I thought you wanted to wait."

She shoved her body towards his. "I want more," she whispered boldly. "I want all of you." Her checks flamed. "I want to give you all of me. Are you ready, my love?"

She grabbed him and squeezed gently. He gasped. "I am ready."

She sucked on his nipple. He jerked upwards and she moved her hand just a little faster. Taking the drops of moisture that leaked from his tip, she smoothed them over the entire member. She made a show of licking her hand. Then she bent lower and tasted him.

He shuddered violently. She ran her tongue over the tip, ran it down the sides, and held his balls firmly in her hand. She massaged them, rolling them around as she continued to lick.

His moans grew louder and she lunged down upon him. She took him into her mouth, not all, but most, and sucked. Her hand held what her mouth could not contain, alternately stroking and squeezing it. Now and again, she would hold his balls and rub them. His moans grew loader.

She was vicious. She would not let him rest. She continued to assail his member, sucking and licking, pulling and squeezing. Her other hand moved towards his backside, stroking down further and further.

He sucked in his own breath.

Her hand moved further down, then she moved her finger, encircling his muscle. He felt the coolness of the ointment and tried to relax, but her ministrations to his front made it very difficult. He put his hand on hers to slow her, but she pushed it off. He would come if she continued.

She centered her finger in his opening and gently pushed. The muscle would not budge. He felt her open the container, then touch his opening again. She pushed gently and the muscle moved ever so slightly. She continued to suck him, but his attention, and hers, was focused on his hole.

His breath came in short gasps. He would be undone soon.

She pushed a little more forcefully and the muscle gave way. Her finger entered and he moaned. Pushing in, then pulling out, she moved him to such heights, he was afraid he would crash. She pushed another finger in with the first. He writhed upon the bed.

His hands clenched in her hair. She pushed the fingers in further touching his sensitive spot and he screamed. She continued to suck and to push and his body moved violently upon the bed; his back arched in passion.

He tried to warn her, tell her he was coming, but she wouldn't have cared. She too was filled with passion and her senses were on fire. She could not have stopped if she wanted to.

His seed spilled into her mouth and he screamed, "Legolas!"

A moment's hesitation, then she continued to suck until he was thoroughly spent.


This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: Alcardilme

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Era: 3rd Age - Post-Ring War

Genre: Romance

Rating: Adult

Last Updated: 03/31/09

Original Post: 09/16/06

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