Celebration in Minas Tirith

Celebration in Minas Tirith by Nephthys

Summary: Some more of that PWP with the luscious Legolas and his old frisky female friend! This time, they celebrate the defeat of Sauron’s army at Minas Tirith. Movie based (sort of). PWP, Very NC17, Het, Oral, OC and, because it’s me, it’s mushy fluff.

Disclaimer - I don't own any of this and I did not make one cent from this story.

Minas Tirith –

Legolas watched her hungrily, his eyes taking in every curve and undulation of her dancing form and his body responding to her movement even though she was half a room away.

They were all celebrating the defeat of Sauron’s army at the walls of Minas Tirith, many drinking, others by singing or dancing and some by finding an inviting pair of arms to hold on to. For him, he was enjoying his wine and watching her dance, hypnotized by her graceful movements. It was as if she had no bones in her body. He knew she could move like that with her clothes off as well and the thought caused a stir in his loins.

He would have her later. She would dance for him privately wearing nothing but her bright smile. He shifted uncomfortably as he grew harder, trying to be as subtle as possible and failing miserably. The thought of her naked body writhing under him as she cried out in pleasure was almost too much for him and he downed the rest of his wine in an effort to still the memory.

But it would not be stilled. His physical desire had been awakened and it was a raging tiger – insatiable and demanding. He made his way though the crowd toward her. She saw him and smiled wickedly, understanding immediately what he wanted and she would gladly give it to him.

With a graceful bow, she exited the dancing circle and took his hand, smiling up at him. He squeezed her small hand and she ran her tongue over her lips suggestively. He grinned and nodded. She knew what he wanted and she was eager to give it to him.

They walked to his chambers – sparse but private and she was on him as soon as he had bolted the door, wrapping her arms around him from behind and grinding her hips against his firm backside.

“I want you,” she said. “I want you inside me. I want to ride you until you scream.”

He turned to look at her, brushing her sweaty hair from her brow before he bent down to kiss her. He had wanted this to go slowly but it seemed his body had other ideas. As soon as his tongue slid into her mouth, he felt the tension growing hot in him and his trousers grew tighter. No wonder men were so easily distracted! Feeding his physical desires had only made him more ravenous for her.

She was just as anxious to have him and slid her hands up the back of his tunic, feeling his warm skin under her fingers. She began to scratch his back lightly and he shivered with delight as his tongue probed her mouth.

With a swift movement, he picked her up and tossed her on the bed. As he walked toward her, she grinned and crawled away from him seductively, wiggling her bottom at him. He laughed. Another game. He liked her games. They always ended with him inside of her while her soft cries of pleasure echoed in his head.

He reached out and grabbed her by the ankle, pulling her back across the bed as she giggled and put up a slight struggle. As her body came closer to him, he ran his hands up her thighs, over her pelvis and across her belly until he came to the clasp that was holding her dress closed.

Gray eyes glittering with anticipation, he flipped the clasp and slowly pushed the fabric aside, exposing her pink nipples. Tenderly, he stroked her breasts before leaning down to suckle her. She moaned softly when he took her nipple between his teeth and ran his tongue over it.

Her hands grasped at his silken hair. There were so many things she wanted to do to him but it was so difficult for her to control her passion when he was near. Just looking at him made her wet and she ached to have him inside her.

“Legolas,” she whispered hoarsely.

He raised his eyes to her but kept her breast in his mouth, enjoying the look on her face. His free hand crept toward her panties and she pushed him away to set up on the bed.

“Not yet,” she said and pulled him down on the bed with her, his back leaning against the wall and his long legs stretched out before him.

As soon as he hit the bed, she straddled his legs and kissed him roughly, wrapping her arms tightly around him. She wanted to play the aggressive one tonight and he was happy to let her. Truth be told, she could have done nearly anything to him and as long as he ended up inside of her, he wouldn’t care.

Her tongue found his and she moaned in her throat as he slid one hand up her bottom and held her fast with the other. Gently she began sucking his tongue and he twitched with the odd sensation.

Fingers fumbled to unbutton his shirt as she sucked on his neck and then she was kissing his chest, moving toward the bulge in his trousers. He began to shiver in anticipation as one hand slid between his legs and her mouth found his tender nipple. He cried out softly as she ran her tongue over his nipple while she squeezed the bulge in his trousers.

“Please,” he hissed, placing his hand against her cheek.

“Please what?” She asked with a wicked grin, continuing to massage him through his trousers.

“Do that again,” he whispered.

“What again?” She asked coyly, licking his abdomen and flicking her tongue into his belly button.

He hissed again with pleasure and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back.

“Like you did before – in Dunharrow,” he said, hoping that she wouldn’t make him say it.

“Ask for it,” she demanded quietly. “If you want it then you must ask for it.”

He took a deep breath. “I want you to suck on me again,” he said softly, embarrassed to say it out loud.

“Good, young one,” she smiled. “I like it when you talk to me like that.” Her fingers slowly pulled the drawstring in his trousers, loosing the waistband so that his erection was no longer straining against it. Her eyes never left his as she pulled the front of his trousers down and slid her open palm against the head of his hard shaft.

He moaned and closed his eyes. He couldn’t believe that she would do that to him – for him. That she could and would pleasure him in such a manner. It made her that much more desirable in his eyes and she was all his. Completely and utterly his.

She watched him as her hand grasped his stiff member. His body was fairly humming with tension and she knew no mortal man would have been as patient. That was part of the fun to her. To tease him to the point where his elven self-control crumbled and he had to take her. It drove her to near madness but when hnallnally did take her, it was twice as sweet.

His hand tightened on her hair and she smiled at him. “Say it,” she urged.

“Take me in your mouth,” he whispered, his eyes mere slits of pleasure.

At the first touch of her soft lips on his hardness, he whined and writhed with excruciating pleasure. But she did not take him all the way in, only sucked the tip, her tongue flicking into the slit and circling the rim.

He squirmed, trying to get her to take him farther. “Ask for it,” she murmured.

“Farther,” he begged. “Take me all the way. You know what I want,” he nearly screamed. “Take me all the way in your mouth and suck on me. Suck on me like you did in Dunharrow! I want it!”

She smiled and fairly ripped his trousers to his knees, exposing his throbbing erection. Their eyes met for a split second before she took him all the way intr mor mouth, causing him to cry out with relief and slump against the wall as his fingers tightened in her hair.

Deliberately, she began moving her mouth up and down on his hard shaft while her hand moved in the same rhythm. He moaned and closed his eyes, giving himself over to blissful sensation of her mouth on him. He felt weak with relief and ecstasy.

“Yes,” he moaned. “Oh, yes, like that.” His heart was pounding in his chest and his toes twitched as she alternated between taking him all the way into her mouth and sucking on the head. But her hand never lost the deliberate rhythm on him.

He could feel himself pushing closer to climax and pulled her hair, trying to remove her mouth from him. She shook her head and continued to suck and stroke him simultaneously.

“Stop,” he hissed. “Stop, I want inside you.” If she kept sucking on him he would climax.

“No,” she answered firmly. “You come like this.”

His breath caught in his throat. She wanted him to come this way? The thought both excited and unnerved him. It would not be long before he had no choice in the matter, her rhythm and pressure had increased and he felt his orgasm begin to stir deep within him.

He groaned and twisted in a vain effort to dislodge her but it made her suck him that much harder and it wasn’t long before he felt the climax welling up.

“Stop,” he whined one last time. “I’m going to come.” He tried to stop it. He didn’t want it like this. It was too selfish. But the wave hit him full force and his hips convulsed as he cried out in release. Her arms held him tightly and she continued to gently suck on him until there was nothing left.

He gasped and fell back against the wall, exhausted and confused. He did not think such physical pleasure was possible but his quivering body knew otherwise. He opened his eyes and looked at her. She was smiling triumphantly at him.

“Did you like that?” She asked mischievously.

For an answer, he grabbed her by the back of the head and jammed his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting the saltiness of himself there. He groaned and wrapped his other arm around her, fighting against her clothes. He wanted to pleasure her in the same manner. He wanted her to beg like she had made him beg. How could she drive him to such abandon? He wanted to make her feel the same way. He should be able to make her feel the same way.

“I want to do it to you,” he breathed as he looked deeply into her eyes.

She smiled. “Are you certain?” She asked.

“Yes,” he said. “Show me.”

“Rest for a moment and I will,” she promised.

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