House of the Golden Flower

Morning dawned bright and hot. I opened my eyes to sunshine on Turgon, a rather pleasant view. It highlighted the smooth contours of his arms and legs and flanks, curling around his navel and gracing his member with the lightest of kisses. His cheekbones were brightened, lashes shining white instead of silvery black. I stretched to let the sun claim more of my bare skin and kissed his lips lightly.

I lay simply looking at him for an hour before he woke. He kissed my neck, yawned and stretched, then returned his gaze to my eyes. "How do you feel?" he asked. I assessed myself. I was a bit sore, generally sleepy, warm and comfortable. "Good. Very good." I told him truthfully. He grinned, never a more mischievous sight. "Feel up to taking me this time?" he offered. I kissed him, and sat up. "Perhaps after I return." He looked at me curiously and I sighed exasperatedly at him. His face lit up in understanding a moment later when the demands of his bladder caught up with him as well, and he shot out of bed and fairly raced me to the bathroom. It wasn’t a problem to share, but it was very distracting and I finally gave up and slapped him on the shoulder to make him quit teasing me. I headed for the bedroom, swaggering my bare rear extra for his benefit, calling seductively "Come on, that’s enough."

He chased me into the bed and tackled me in the sheets.
We wrestled for a while, wrecking the bed even more, and then things grew serious, as kissing became sensual licks and nips. I learned about nipples, what incredible things they were, and that I could almost make Turgon come from playing with them alone.

Almost. He was very determined that I should spend my seed in him. I saw no re not not to oblige. His opening wasn’t as tight as mine, despite being similar in structure and purpose, and it stretched more quickly and needed less oil. He knelt on his hands and knees while I entered him. I pressed just inside and paused for him to adjust, drawing on my memories of last night. He surprised me entirely by pushing back so that suddenly there was no resistance and I slid home in one stroke. I shouted in bliss and worry and lust, and he moaned reassuringly in heady arousal.

I pulled back and began to stroke, my body adapting automatically to desire. He pushed back in encouragement, and ground out the words "Harder. Faster." in a breathless, throaty voice. I had no arguments and when I reached under him to be sure he reached his peak as well, my hand merely joined his. I came first, throwing my head back, my voice long gone from my conscious control by that point, rutting helplessly and grindinto hto him as he came, pushing his hips forward in the throes of climax and tightening on me nearly unbearably.

His knees and arms buckled beneath him and I stayed atop him, laying full length over his back, still inside his heat and sighed, licking his shoulder satedly before nuzzling into the nape of his neck and drifting into sleep.

When I woke, it was midafternoon and the heat of sunlight on the mounded blankets over me was slowly baking me alive. I was tempted to kick them off and sleep all day, but if Turgon was up and going about his kingly duties after all that, then the least I could do was go to the library and read for what was left of the day.

I got up and sighed at the heaviness in my limbs. I was tired...from sleeping. I bathed and dressed, brushing out the tangles in my long hair and glaring at my smug-looking self in the mirror. He looked arrogant and pleased, bearing an ‘I’ve just fucked the king’ look. I could have sworn he stuck his tongue out at me when I turned away. As a parting shot, I threw the hairbrush at him as I went out the door.

Despite feeling tired enough to sleep a few more hours, I hummed a cheery tune on my way to the library. Pausing at Turgon’s closed study door where he was undoubtedly busy, I decided to go see Idril, tell her the good news.

Breakfast first, my stomach reminded me. I went downstairs and not only wheedled a cook into feeding me, but had to sneak out to leave the massive platter unfinished, lest she tie me to the chair and force-feed me. I went back upstairs and head for Idril’s rooms.

She’d be thrilled, of course, and Ecthelion would likely give me one of his mysterious amused smiles when he found out. She was there, the door to her sitting room open.
I walked inside to see her seated on the vanity in her bedroom, having her hair done by a maidservant.

"You people eat too much, too often." I complained, flopping onto Idril’s bed,ing ing liberties as I ped, ed, at ewithwith my closest friend. "You’ll make me fat!" I complained, eyeing my stomach.

She laughed airily and sailed over, the maiden braiding her hair following behind. Poking me in the stomach she teased "Somehow I doubt that you could ever be fat, Glorfindel. You just need to go horseback riding more often." I fell off the bed and sprawled on the floor in mock horror. "Oh no! Not the horses! Please!" she aimed a kick at me and I caught her ankle amid the flying skirts.

"Oh look, what is this?" I asked, inching my fingers up her ankle and calf, tickling mercilessly. "Why, I believe it's a celebrindal!" She laughed at me and thrust said foot in my face. "Kiss it and I’ll forgive you." she demanded, sounding very much like an older sister. I obliged and she fell across her bed in a mock faint, the servant girl giving up and letting the long hair fall. "Oh my! Such an achievement I have made today girls! I’ve gotten a kiss from the hot blonde one, and it was ever so romantic!" she fluttered her eyelashes in mockery of the girls who practically threw themselves at me.

I looked at her a moment, silent, and then we both burst into laughter. The exasperated handmaiden stomped off to wait by Idril’s dressing table, scolding "That boy is a bad influence on you my Lady, if I may say so." Idril laughed harder, and pointed at me. I rolled to my knees and stood, sauntering out all the while swinging my rear exaggeratedly at her as I walked out...and froze in the doorway.

For there stood Turgon, a silly smirk on his face that plainly said 'if you’re not on or near our bed in one minute, I’ll fuck you where you stand'. With a sheepish grin, I ran past him and he followed me much more dignifiedly to the bedroom.

Another wild round left us panting, sprawled atop the mussed covers of the unmade bed, laughing even as the sweat of passion dried on our skin. It was a h tim time, that first day of seventy years of blissful paradise with him, and we laughed. Together.