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Union of Fire
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,410
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Union of Fire
Disclaimer: I own neither Fëanor nor Nerdanel. They are Tolkein’s, and I have no claim on them. I do not own the setting, either.
A/N: This is my first story on this site. It’s also the first time that I’ve really tried this, too, so…oh, well. Enjoy!
Union of Fire.
She looked up at him almost sleepily, tiredly, loving him so much, feeling the wonder flood through her at the thought that they were now wed. His eyes gazed into hers, tender and welcoming, yet the flame behind clear to see, so deeply it was ingrained into his nature and being.
And so it had to be, for his spirit was fire, a warming sensation that lingered about him, and suddenly sprang like a pouncing tiger when given cause to ignite.
But for now, she just clung to him, slightly tired, very happy, not at all embarrassed to be only wearing her nightgown. After all, she was in a home that nobody else was currently occupying.
He led her to the room that was now theirs, closing the door and guiding her down onto the bed. She shifted to lift up the cover, holding it so that he could climb in beside her. Then she relaxed against his soft, embracing body.
“Fëanàro,” she breathed, her mouth pressed against his shoulder.
He murmured a reply, too soft for her to hear. His hand ran up, over her hip, tracing the outline of her breasts, and she shivered, strange feelings flickering through her form.
Nerdanel pressed back, wanting more. Her own hand wandered inside his loose tunic, stroking his chest, and she felt him pull her closer, touching her more urgently. She responded by kissing him, and Fëanor’s mouth opened, his tongue snaking out, catching at hers. He bit at her lip, and the young redhead whimpered lightly.
How they got out of their clothing, Nerdanel was never entirely sure. But she did know that she ended up clinging to his naked form, skin on skin, with Fëanor’s arms wrapped tightly around her, and her leg almost independently sliding around his. She didn’t really know what to expect, but her body was aching for him despite her nervousness, and her mind could not quite keep up.
He pushed gently against her entrance, and she felt…she didn’t know what she felt, but it was good. Until he thrust into her.
It hurt. It was a sharp pain, a biting pain, one that the inexperienced Elf couldn’t have known about or expected –well, maybe expected, but not like this –and she had to struggle not to scream.
Nerdanel hid her face in his night-black hair, adjusting to the sensation.
And then he moved inside her, and…oh, Valar, she had never dreamed of such pleasure, had never thought…and Fëanor gasped above her writhing, moaning body as she let the delight pour through every inch of her frame.
White gold sparks erupted in her vision.
They regained their senses slowly, almost resentfully, simply wanting to lie there together, warm and content, until their parents came and hunger forced them to rise. But such was, unfortunately, not possible.
Nerdanel was the first to fall into her dreams.
* ~The end. ~ *
A/N: This is my first story on this site. It’s also the first time that I’ve really tried this, too, so…oh, well. Enjoy!
Union of Fire.
She looked up at him almost sleepily, tiredly, loving him so much, feeling the wonder flood through her at the thought that they were now wed. His eyes gazed into hers, tender and welcoming, yet the flame behind clear to see, so deeply it was ingrained into his nature and being.
And so it had to be, for his spirit was fire, a warming sensation that lingered about him, and suddenly sprang like a pouncing tiger when given cause to ignite.
But for now, she just clung to him, slightly tired, very happy, not at all embarrassed to be only wearing her nightgown. After all, she was in a home that nobody else was currently occupying.
He led her to the room that was now theirs, closing the door and guiding her down onto the bed. She shifted to lift up the cover, holding it so that he could climb in beside her. Then she relaxed against his soft, embracing body.
“Fëanàro,” she breathed, her mouth pressed against his shoulder.
He murmured a reply, too soft for her to hear. His hand ran up, over her hip, tracing the outline of her breasts, and she shivered, strange feelings flickering through her form.
Nerdanel pressed back, wanting more. Her own hand wandered inside his loose tunic, stroking his chest, and she felt him pull her closer, touching her more urgently. She responded by kissing him, and Fëanor’s mouth opened, his tongue snaking out, catching at hers. He bit at her lip, and the young redhead whimpered lightly.
How they got out of their clothing, Nerdanel was never entirely sure. But she did know that she ended up clinging to his naked form, skin on skin, with Fëanor’s arms wrapped tightly around her, and her leg almost independently sliding around his. She didn’t really know what to expect, but her body was aching for him despite her nervousness, and her mind could not quite keep up.
He pushed gently against her entrance, and she felt…she didn’t know what she felt, but it was good. Until he thrust into her.
It hurt. It was a sharp pain, a biting pain, one that the inexperienced Elf couldn’t have known about or expected –well, maybe expected, but not like this –and she had to struggle not to scream.
Nerdanel hid her face in his night-black hair, adjusting to the sensation.
And then he moved inside her, and…oh, Valar, she had never dreamed of such pleasure, had never thought…and Fëanor gasped above her writhing, moaning body as she let the delight pour through every inch of her frame.
White gold sparks erupted in her vision.
They regained their senses slowly, almost resentfully, simply wanting to lie there together, warm and content, until their parents came and hunger forced them to rise. But such was, unfortunately, not possible.
Nerdanel was the first to fall into her dreams.
* ~The end. ~ *