Tales from the Pleasure Talan: Episode Three

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The elleth ran through the mallorn trees, trying to be quiet. She was being tracked---stalked---by the Wardens of Lorien, and a part of her knew they were simply toying with her. Of course, they would catch her. It was all part of the game. A part of her wanted to give them the slip; it would be quite an accomplishment. But deep down, she wanted them to overtake her; that would be the first step in a night of pleasure unlike any she’d ever experienced.

It had begun when she’d gone to the Talan. It was not her first visit there and in the past, she’d ‘entertained’ several different Wardens, each one with his own unique desires and style. She found their attentions addictive and always, after a few days or weeks, found herself craving them. This time, when she’d climbed the stairs to the platform, she had not had time to disrobe before one of them---she was unsure who; one of the darker-haired ones with whom she had lain before---had approached her.

After asking the required questions and receiving the appropriate answers, he had approached her and, lifting her chin, kissed her willing mouth deeply. He’d smiled and asked her if she’d like to play a game with him and his brethren. She eyed him suspiciously.

“What must I do?”

His dark blue eyes twinkled with mischief. “Nothing you do not wish to do, of course. Simply retrieve the head of Saeros and return with it to this Talan within one hour.”

The task was laughably easy. The head of Saeros was actually a small, ornamental stone carving that sat in one of the wayside talans where the Galadhrim could stop and take refreshment and rest when journeying through the Golden Wood. It was not far from this particular talan and she could easily make her way there and back in less than the allotted time.

“And what do I get if I accomplish this chore?”

He smiled. “The admiration of the Guardians of the Wood. You must accomplish this mission without being captured by one of the Watch.”

She frowned slightly. “That is impossible. You already know I am going there and back. You will know to look for me.”

He raised a brow. “Then you must use stealth and cunning.”

“And if I do manage to elude you and your brethren?”

He bowed slightly, “Then you may demand any task of us this night.”

She tilted her head and smiled. “ANY task?”

“Yes.”

“And you will comply, regardless of what that task is?” Some very wicked ideas were running through her mind.

Laughing softly, he nodded. “The only restrictions are: we will not kill anyone; and it cannot be anything that would compromise the security of Lothlorien. Otherwise, feel free to use your imagination.”

Oh, but her imagination had already begun to run wild. Regardless of the fact that what she would be required to accomplish was nigh impossible---no one could elude the Wardens of Lorien---a part of her wanted to try. She could think of any number of ‘tasks’ she would like to have the Wardens perform.

“And if I am caught?”

His mischievous smile became dangerous. “That will be at the discretion of whoever captures you.” She felt a thrill of anticipation. Perhaps, losing this contest was just as good as winning. Still …

He saw something in her eyes and chuckled softly. “Fear not, little elleth. We would not let any harm befall you. We are your protectors.” She knew they would do nothing to which she truly objected---besides being dishonorable and not the way of Elf-kind, it was against the rules of the Talan. She made her decision and nodded.

“You must say it, little one.”

“I agree to your terms. I retrieve the head of Saeros and return here within one hour of leaving this Talan, without being caught by the Watch, and I have the Wardens at my beck and call for the night; if I fail, I am subject to the pleasure of my captors.”

“Well-said,” he replied, kissing her again. Her mouth was pliable and eager. He had lain with her once before in the Talan and knew she was bold and adventurous. She would at least try to give them good sport simply because it was her nature to compete.

She enjoyed the feel of his mouth on hers, his tongue teasing hers gently. Sighing, she pressed her body against his and felt the kiss deepen as he took her in his arms. She remembered how he had felt inside of her, driving her mad with desire and pleasure. She hoped if she were caught, he was the one to discover her. Of course, there were many Wardens and she had not tasted the pleasures of each of them, so she knew, no matter who won this little contest, she would still come out triumphant.

He could feel her desire as she met his tongue with her own, her hands moving over his shoulders to cling to him. Sliding one hand into the low neck of her gown, he caressed one of her perfect breasts, letting his thumb and forefinger gently twist and roll her hard nipple. She arched her back, pressing against his hand, soft sounds of pleasure coming from deep in her throat. He pulled his lips away from hers and bent down, capturing her rosy bud between his teeth, biting gently as his tongue lightly teased the sensitive flesh.

“Stop,” she whispered. She didn’t want him to, not really, but she knew what he was doing.

His mouth moved back up to hers and kissed her again. “What do you fear, my sweet?”

“You would make me achieve my pleasure, then I would be too relaxed and lazy to run and hide from you and your brethren.”

He laughed. “You have a suspicious mind. But,” he kissed her once more then released her, “you are correct.” Bowing slightly, he stepped aside and indicated the doorway. “I shall remain here to watch for your return in the allotted time. I shall not pursue you for I would be able to claim you as soon as you walked down the stairs.”

She gave him one last kiss, then turned and ran lightly down the steps and vanished into the night. He waited for a moment, then signaled to his companion who watched from a nearby talan. The word would go through the patrols and they would soon be watching for the elleth. She was correct: it was not a fair contest. They would let her think she was almost home free, but in the end, someone---or some group---would take her, likely within sight of her goal. None had ever bested the Wardens at this game; the odds were all in their favor.

The great forest was quiet, but she knew she was being watched. Why did she even agree to this challenge? She could not win. Then again, being ‘captured’ by the Wardens meant something entirely different to her than it did to the enemies of Lothlorien. The first thing she did was gather her skirts and tie them through the belt that fell about her hips, leaving her legs free to run. She made it to the wayside talan and found the required object and, dropping it into the pocket created by her gathered skirt, began her return journey.

She surprised her pursuers by her swiftness. They had chosen who would have the opportunity to taste the pleasures of the elleth according to who had last visited the Talan. It was the luck of the She-Elf that the three who were her hunters this night were so perfectly attuned to one another, they did not need to speak in order to communicate. They herded her in a circuitous path, letting her have the illusion of evading their search.

In the end, however, she was caught, as predicted, within sight of the Talan. The dark-haired Warden watched from the top of the stairs as three of his brethren closed in on her, two flanking her, and one who magically appeared in front of her just before she made it to the steps. He smiled to himself. The elleth would certainly not forget this particular night.

She knew it was too good to be true. She could see the steps to the Talan and just before she made it to the bottom one, a tall figure in gray stepped in front of her. Only her Elven reflexes kept her from running directly into him. She pulled up short and looked up to see him regarding her with a haughty gaze.

“Did you really think you could elude us, my lady?” She had never met him personally, but there was no mistaking the cold, arrogant voice.

Refusing to be intimidated, she returned his gaze with an equally confident one of her own. “Perhaps I wished to be caught, my lord. The run through the forest, knowing I was being watched by your comrades, has served to warm me considerably. I am prepared for whatever … tribute you would have me pay.”

His smile was neither warm nor inviting, but she found it terribly exciting. “It is not only me to whom you owe your ‘tribute’.” She became aware of two more Elves who silently appeared at her sides, as if coalescing from the very darkness surrounding her. Sweet Luthien! She knew who they were as well, by sight and by reputation. Excitement coursed through her body and she cursed the rule that kept Talan business in the Talan; she could not share the happenings of this night with her friends. Thank the stars, these three had many dalliances throughout the Golden Wood, so stories of their liaisons abounded among the elleth.

She glanced at the Elves flanking her, then returned her gaze to the one before her. “You have ‘captured’ me, Master Warden. You may demand what you will of me.”

He bowed slightly and stood to the side, gesturing for her to precede them up the stairs and into the Talan. She swept past him proudly and climbed the winding steps with unmistakable dignity. The three Elves exchanged meaningful glances and followed her into the Talan.