Strange Allies

~~~~
Disclaimer - I don't own any of this aside from Annowe and I have made no money from this tale.

~~~

Annowe’s body shook with suppressed desire as she fled into the darkness – away from the March Warden and the temptation he presented. She needed in the water. Desperately. Needed something to quench the ache he had awakened in her. But the river was too far. Her only hope was the foothills. She would need to find water – a lake or a stream quickly. Anxiously, she tipped her chin up and smelled the air. No water. Not even snow. She nearly cried in frustration.

Frantically, she climbed partially into the hills and found a place where she could be out of the March Warden’s piercing gaze. She sat down with her back against a large rock, leaning her head back to look at the stars and groaned in disgust at herself. How had he done that to her? It was uncanny. As if he knew exactly where to touch her and what to say to her to make her lose her mind. Not even Legolas had possessed such a power over her. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. Had he not stopped when she asked him to – well, he had made it clear on their second night together that he could have easily taken her if he so desired.

Haldir had nearly blinded her and driven her to madness. His soft gentle kiss, his smooth warm skin on hers, his throaty purr as he spoke so teasingly to her. She must be mad to be feeling this way toward him! Now she understood that it was not simply because he was an elf – it was because he had been exercising some sort of control over her. He had been teasing her without words, with only his desire and lustful thoughts. It wasn’t her weakness that made her want him - it was his own ability to somehow overpower her defenses and intentionally arouse her lust.

This was the first time she had actually allowed him to touch her, to kiss her. Why? Her mind screamed. Why had she allowed this? Perhaps she had wanted him as well in some remote corner of her darkest heart. She groaned and closed her eyes. No! That could not be! She wanted Legolas and Legolas only! It did not matter what that dark corner of her heart wanted. She must shut it out. She must remain loyal to Legolas. There could be no one else!

What if she had given in to him? She shook her head and pushed the thought from her mind. She had not given in to him and that was all that mattered. Now that she knew what he was doing, she must learn to resist it. Yes, she could resist it. And he would try it again, she was certain of it! Well, let him! He would get nowhere with her, she determined. The next time she would know what he was up to and would not give in!

But he was so gentle. If his teasing were any indication, what would it be like to have him inside of her as his soft lips pressed into hers? She hugged herself tighter and hissed. She must not think of it! She must not even imagine what it would be like to bed Haldir. To wrap her arms around his muscular body as he took her, smothering her cries of pleasure with his eager mouth as his rock hard body crushed her under him. She would die of pleasure. Legolas should have such a power over her – to pleasure her with just his soft words and his gentle touch. She moaned and closed her eyes, squeezing her breasts in her hands. Yes, if Legolas had such a power she would have gladly thrown herself at him, begging and pleading for satisfaction – more than willing to do anything he asked just to quench the raging desire in her.

“Legolas,” she whispered, sliding her hands under her tunic and over her belly. “Oh, Legolas!”

Legolas would pleasure her. Once Haldir had taught him, he would relish the opportunity to do such a thing to her. Annowe sighed and slipped one hand down her trousers and over her pelvis. She needed to stop the ache. Needed to release her own desire or she would never be able to face the March Warden calmly. He had driven her past the point of no return and she only hoped that she would be quiet enough not to draw his attention.

Slowly, she eased two fingers into herself and moaned softly. How she wished it were Legolas’ hard shaft filling her as his gentle hands stroked her sides. Yes, he would fill her and speak to her in his soft voice as he thrust himself deeper into her. Her fingers ran over her sensitive nub as she thought of him between her thighs in Rivendell. Smiling, pleasuring her, needing to feel her under him. “Yes, Legolas,” she whispered.

All the times he had begged her “come for me, Annowe” she played over in her mind as her fingers continued their gentle work. She gasped, remembering how he had taken her in his mouth sending the liquid fire through her veins. With a hiss of pleasure, she increased her fingers rhythm against her sensitive area. Haldir had done his work. It would not take her long to climax.

Her body strained against her fingers as she writhed against the rock. She needed to stay quiet; she did not want Haldir thinking she was in trouble or even knowing where she was. But it was so difficult as her body began to quiver, hovering on the edge. “Please,” she silently begged herself, replaying her last night with Legolas in her mind as she increased the pressure on herself.

She moaned as she felt herself reach the peak. “Just a little more,” she whispered, relaxing and enjoying the sensation of her hands on herself. Soon, soon it would be Legolas’ hungry lips on her, pleasuring her. It would be his stiff shaft buried deeply inside of her, driving the ache from her. She closed her eyes, recalling how he would moan as he ran his tongue eagerly over her. With a gasp, she jerked backwards as the first wave of orgasm hit her and her hips rose then fell back on the ground in their own rhythm.

Panting softly, she continued to run her fingers lightly over herself until her contractions subsided. She fell back against the rock, quivering yet relieved, her heart still pounding in her chest as she slowly recovered. “Legolas,” she whispered to the stars one last time.

Haldir had watched her go, knowing immediately what she would do. She had no choice in the matter as her bodily hunger had overridden every other instinct. He could feel it in her, see it in her wild eyes and sense it on her quivering skin. She would take herself and he would listen. He did not need to follow her to hear her. No matter how quiet she was his keen ears would have picked up the sounds of the nymph pleasuring herself. He wanted and he needed to hear her.

At her first sigh of pleasure, he closed his eyes. He knew she was thinking of Legolas but it did not matter. It was he who had driven her to the point where she had to release her tension – beyond the point of no return. Legolas might be in her mind but it was his touch, his desire and his soft words and kisses that had taken her there. He smiled with satisfaction. Soon he would hear her make those sounds for him. And she would gladly throw herself at him, begging for his touch to release her.

Her quiet gasps and moans drifted to his straining ears. Haldir knew he was torturing himself by listening to her but he was compelled to hear it. He needed to know that she truly was pleasuring herself as he thought she would. Pleasuring her self because of him, because he had driven her so completely mad with desire and lust that she had no other choice.

Unfortunately, he had also taken himself to the point of no return and he would have to follow her example. But not now, he told himself. Not now. He would listen and wait, enjoying the sounds she made because of him and telling himself that she would soon make them again in his embrace as he took her, filling her with his need and his desire as her small body writhed for him alone!

He listened closely and could even hear her heart pounding in her chest as her breathing increased. He moaned softly and closed his eyes, picturing her pleasuring herself, her small fingers running over her most secret place as she urged her body to climax. How he wanted to go to her, for her own sake as well as his. They needed each other. Would it be so wrong for them to satisfy each other? He did not need to enter her for them to fulfill each other’s needs. Haldir groaned and squeezed his throbbing member through his trousers at the thought.

No, he had his fingers and his tongue for that and so did she. Why was he torturing himself in such a horrible manner by even thinking about it? She would never allow it. Never allow him to crawl between her soft thighs and pleasure her as she pleasured him in the same manner until they both lay spent and exhausted next to each other. Not now and perhaps not ever as long as Legolas remained in her heart. He had a very long time to wear her down and he was determined to do it. The more she resisted him, the more determined he became. He could feel her weakening. Gradually, ever so slowly she was weakening and one day she would give into him.

With a sigh, he opened his eyes and drifted toward the sound of her panting, telling him self he would not watch her – only listen. If he had seen her writhing in pleasure, he certainly would have had no choice but to take her. Even he had his limits and the sight of her pleasuring herself because of him would have certainly pushed him over the edge.

No, he would listen only. Hearing her soft moans would help him in his own satisfaction. To see her would certainly have overridden his last bit of self-restraint and he could not allow himself the temptation. Not yet.

When he was close enough to hear her clearly and yet far enough away not to disturb her, he allowed himself to listen to her in earnest, finally permitting his own desire and sordid fantasies to overtake his senses. He moaned softly, squeezing his bulging trousers as he heard her gasp in pleasure. One day, he promised himself. One day it would be her soft hands on him, fumbling in his trousers to feel his engorged lust, gasping and pleading for him alone. And she would smile at him, beckoning him to follow her.

He closed his eyes and moaned, sliding his hand into his trousers and grasping his aching shaft firmly in his hand. He would follow her back to the waterfall in Rivendell where Legolas would be waiting for them both. Yes! Annowe’s small hands would run eagerly over his chest, tweaking his nipples while her soft lips caressed his skin and Legolas slid into him from behind. Haldir hissed in pleasure, imagining the scene he had set as he increased his rhythm and pressure on his stiff rod.

The nymph would slowly kiss his quivering flesh and gently suck him while the Prince of Mirkwood clung to his back, slowly driving himself to climax as he moaned softly. Then he would scoop Annowe up and impale her upon his rigid shaft so the three of them could writhe shamelessly against each other, the March Warden blissfully trapped between the two lovers as they pleasured themselves and him.

He sighed deeply, allowing the fantasy to play out. Legolas would nip his back as his strong hands gripped Annowe’s thighs, pulling the three of them closer. Annowe’s arms would cling to his broad shoulders, pressing her breasts into his chest and she would grind her hips against him, urging her self to climax as her tongue probed his mouth. Haldir moaned again, feeling his own orgasm slowly creeping through his aching body as he repeated the scene in his mind.

Yes, the two of them would climax against him as he came and the sensation would be blissfully overwhelming. He hissed quietly at the thought - the Prince of Mirkwood desperately gripping his shoulders as he climaxed and the proud daughter of Ulmo writhing helplessly in his grasp as they all shivered and cried out against each other in pleasure.

A sharp gasp followed by a low moan caught his attention and he knew that Annowe had come. The sound sent a shudder through him. That would be the sound she made as her body convulsed against him and her teeth sank into his shoulder. Haldir squeezed his throbbing shaft, imagining it was buried deeply inside her shaking body as her quiet sighs drifted to his ears. Yes, he could almost feel her contracting against him, her body weak with ecstasy as he increased his own rhythm. He wanted her. He wanted inside of her, pressing her small body under him, stifling her cries of pleasure with his hungry mouth as he finally let his own desire completely loose on her.

He moaned deeply and bit his lip to stifle his own cry as he felt his body tense then tremble as his hot liquid spurted forth. He gasped as the pleasurable sensation overwhelmed his senses and his hips thrust forward involuntarily. “Yes,” he breathed with relief, relaxing his grip on his shaft as his contractions subsided.

It had been so very long since he had known a lover who was worth his full effort and ability. If Annowe’s lovemaking were half as pleasurable as her kisses and if Legolas’ reaction to her was any indication, yes indeed, she would be well worth the effort – every last bit of time and effort he had expended to be with her and it made him more determined than ever to have her. To have them both!

With a steady hand, he quickly cleaned himself then slipped back to the fire to await the return of the naiad.

~~~~