The Teacher

**WARNING*** SEXUAL HET CONTENT*****

Penda woke when she heard someone walk into her room. Rolling over onto her side, she saw Elrond standing by the fireplace, his back to her. He stoked the embers, then put another log onto the fire. Immediately, the flames leapt up, causing a glow behind him. Turning, he saw her watching him.

“Good morning,” she said softly.

As he walked towards her, she pushed herself up; leaning on one elbow she watched his fluid movements as he crossed the room.

“Penda… ” he said as he stopped in front of her. He swallowed hard, looking down at her, “I should not have come.”

Reaching out, she took his hand in hers. “Please, don’t go,” she said as she brought his hand up to her face, “I want you to stay.” Then she softly kissed each of his finger tips, causing him to moan.

He reached over and caressed her cheek with the backside of his hand. “you you sure?” he asked, sitting on the bed next to her. “Once we be the there is no going back.”

Pulling the blanket down, she took his hand that she still held, and covered her breast with it. “I am sure, milord. Teach me,” she said softly as she rolled onto her back, giving him easier access to her body.

Leaning over her he softly kissed her, first on the forehead, then her lips. He slowly worked his way down her jaw line, raining soft kiss’s as he went, down one side of her neck, across to the other side then back up again, stopping as his lips hovered over hers. He listened to her breathing, soft quick breaths, then flicked the tip of his tongue across her lips, once then twice, all the while kneading her breast and teasing the nipple into a hard pebble.

“Penda, open your mouth, let me in,” he whispered as he nipped her lower lip, causing her to gasp. She did as she as told. Covering her mouth with his, he delved past her sweet tasting lip, his tongue mingling with hers. She responded to him, timidly at first, but then bolder, until their tongues intertwined in an age old dance of passion.

A few moments later he broke the kiss. Pulling his lips from hers, he looked into her eyes, smiling at the trust he saw in them. Once again he leaned over her, and began to rain kisses down her jaw, to her neck, continuing until her reached her breast. Moving his hand from her breast, he slowly sucked it into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the hard nipple. Penda gasped. While suckling on the one breast, his hand moved to the other.

It wasn’t long before he was giving them equal treatment. Penda’s gasps became low moans of pleasure. Reaching down she took his hair in her hands. It was like silk. Moving her hands to his shoulders, she clung to him, moaning as he moved from one breast to the other, taking the hard nipples’ between his teeth.

“Milord, please…”

“Please what, Penda?” Elrond asked, gasping for air as he released her nipple, flicking the tip of his tongue across it as he did. He wanted to take her. Now. But she was innocent and he knew he would need to take his time.

Sitting up, he ran his knuckles across the same tender nipple, watching the pleasure on her face when he did, “What is it sweetling?” he asked again.

“Show me, milord. Show me how to please you,” she gasped, her body tense with the sensation his knuckles gave her.

“I will, Penda,” Elrond replied as he stood and pulled off his tunic, exposing a finely toned chest, flat stomach and well defined arms. “But first, I want to see you. All of you.” Taking the blanket that covered her, he slowly pulled it down, exposing her flat stomach, then further down to the junction where her legs met, and a small patch of light red hair. Elrond swallowed, hard. “She’s beautiful,” he thought to himself. Reaching down, he untied his leggings, then pushed them down. Penda looked at him, her eyes roving down his body. They stopped when she saw how hard he was, straight and twitching with a life of its own. “He’s so big,” she thought to herself, wondering if she would be able to take all of him. She moved over, giving him room to lie down next to her.

He climbed in next to her, lying on his side, and pushed himself up onto one elbow. Leaning over her, he kissed her again, unable to get enough of her sweet lips. He gently began to knead her breasts’ again, listening to her soft moans of pleasure. Releasing her breast and lips, he took her hands and moved them down to where his hardness lay resting against her thigh.

“Touch me,” he whispered, wrapping her hand around him, “feel what you do to me.” Releasing her hand, he allowed her time to explore his body. Timidly, she began to move her hand, up and down, squeezing him gently, feeling him become harder with each stroke and causing him to moan, his hips to thrust towards her. Releasing him, she slowly moved her hand up, trailing her fingers across his stomach, then up to his chest. Reaching a nipple, she rolled it between her finger and thumb. Elrond gasped, then held his breath, wondering what she would do next. He did not have to wait long.

Still rolling his nipple between her finger and thumb, she began to rain soft kisses on him, as he had done to her. When she reached his chest, she took a nipple gently between her teeth. “Ahh, Penda,” he gasped between clinched teeth as she teased the nipple with her tongue, causing it to become so hard it ached. He put his hands on her head, gently urging her to his other nipple, so that she could give it equal treatment. As she did she reached down and grasped him again, running her fingers across the tip as she did.

“Penda,” he gasped, unable to take the torture much longer.

“Mmm,” she responded as she sucked on his nipple.

“We must slow down,” he gasped again, as she took his sack into her hand, gently squeezing it.

Lifting her head, she looked at him. “Yes, milord,” she replied, before she put her lips back on his nipple and began to suckle again. Unable to take the torture any longer, Elrond rolled her onto her back. Taking both of her hands in his, he pulled them above her head, holding them there with one hand. “Now, sweetling, it is my turn.”

He covered her mouth with his, delving his tongue deep inside. Taking a breast in his free hand, he kneaded it, pinching and rolling the nipple until it became hard again. Releasing it, he trailed his fingers down across her stomach, stopping only when he reached the patch of hair. He pulled his lips from her, whispering “Spread your legs for me.” Lowering his mouth to her breast, he sucked it in, deep, as she spread her legs for him. His hand delved down between them. Penda gasped, and then held her breath as she felt his finger slide past her nether lips and into her warm, tight passage. He began to pull out then stopped, and slowly pushed in again. He did it, again and again, adding a second finger with one of his strokes, his movements becoming faster, flicking his thumb across her nub as he did so. Penda started to moan louder, bucking her hips, meeting each thrust from him. He released her breast and looked into her face. Her eyes were closed, her breathing was ragged. “That’s it,” he said as his hand continued its assault on her, “let yourself go, don’t hold back.” Suddenly she bucked her hips then became tense. Hmedimediately covered her mouth with his, muting her cries of passion as she reached her peak, his tongue and fingers working as one, prolonging the peak she had attained, her body quivering.

Drawing his lips from hers, Elrond said, “Penda, open your eyes. Look at me.” Slowly, she did as she was told. Looking into them he could see the passion in her as she slowly came back down.

“How do you feel?” he asked, as she calmed down.

”Like I don’t want this to end,” she replied in a soft whisper.

“It won’t end,” he replied as his hand came to a stop, his fingers still deep inside her. “It has just begun,” he said, as he flicked her nub one last time with his thumb before pulling his fingers from her dewy moistness, Penda moaning as he did.

Rolling over between her legs, he released her hands, then moved down to place a kiss between her breasts’. He worked his way down, raining soft kisses down her stomach until; once again, he reached the small patch of hair. Using his fingers, he spread her open, exposing her nether lips and nub to his eyes. He could smell her feminine scent on her, made stronger from her recent climax. He flicked his tongue across the nub; Penda moaned. Slowly he pushed three fingers back into her passage and once again began his slow assault on her, licking and sucking on her nub as he plunged his fingers into her. Penda’s moans of pleasure were nonstop. She clutched the sheets, rolling her head back and forth with the pleasure. Then, removing his fingers, he plunged his tongue into her, in and out until she was begging for release. She grabbed him by the hair, trying to pull him away, but it was no use. Sliding his hands under her bottom, he raised her up to give him better access.

“Elrond…please,” she gasped, “I can’t…” Suddenly, with one final plunge, she bucked her hips, sending her over the edge. “Ahhh…yeeesss.” she cried.

Releasing her, Elrond rose up to his hands and knees. He covered her mouth with his, in a deep kiss, allowing her to taste her own essence. With one hand, he guided his hardness to the opening of her passage, then slowly pushed into her velvety softness, moaning with the tightness, until he was stopped by a barrier. He withdrew until just the tip of him remained in her. Lifting his lips, he whispered “Penda, sweetling, your passage is small. I have done what I can to ease your pain, but I can’t stop it all. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes, Elrond,” she said as she looked into his eyes, “I want you.”

Taking her hands in his, he stretched them above her head. “Then, it is time,” he whispered as he covered her lips once again with his, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth as he slowly pushed deep into her, once again meeting her barrier of innocence, pulling back a bit he plunged…

Penda jumped when she heard someone knocking on her door. The room felt cold. Sitting up, she looked around. Where was the fire in the fireplace? Where was Elrond? Then she heard Glorfindel tell her that everyone else was downstairs and that Millie was making breakfast. A dream. It had all been a dream. She felt the dampness between her legs. A very vivid dream, she thought. Drawing her legs up, she rested her head on them and wept. How, she thought to herself, would she get through the day, riding with him, after this.

Glorfindel opened the door, using the key that Elrond had given him and stepped in. “Penda,” he said as he walked towards the bed, “Millie is fixing breakfast; we will need to leave soon.” She turned her head, trying to hide her tears, but it was too late, he had seen them. “Penda,” he said as he sat down next to her, “I know the past few days have been hard. Being forced to move again and then losing your Uncle Will. Butwillwill get better. It may not seem like it now, but things will work out for you.” He pulled her into his arms, holding her like a friend would, giving her comfort. “Now, I’ll go down, and try to stall Millie. But you will need to get dressed and get down there soon.” Giving her a squeeze he stood and left the room.