Between Friends - The Scouting Mission

“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself.” - Oscar Wilde

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Annowe’s heart thumped so hard in her chest she could hear no other sound. Legolas’ hard body pressed close to hers as the two of them sank deeper into the river their pent up desires finally released.

Legolas wanted to kiss her desperately but ended up taking in a noseful of water. Annowe immediately took her mouth away from his, motioned him to swallow then breathed into him as she began pulling him toward the surface. They would have to finish this in his element.

Reluctantly, Legolas went with her. He longed to stay under the water with her where they could not speak with words but he knew he would most certainly drown if he stayed here with her. He was simply too excited to remember to breathe through his mouth!

She pushed him up toward the surface and he gratefully sucked air into his burning lungs as he struggled to find footing on the slippery riverbed. Coughing and spitting, he finally managed to stand up in the waist deep water and he looked around for Annowe and saw that she was still submerged and gazing up at him curiously. For several moments, he wondered if she would simply swim off and leave him.

They were safely separated by the water – he in his element and she in hers. Would she bridge the gap again and come to him? He wondered anxiously.

Deliberately she pulled her tunic off over her head, exposing her breasts to him and letting the current carry her tunic away. The both watched it float slowly down the river and Legolas knew they had reached the point of no return. He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her up out of the water.

They stared at each other for a few minutes, neither one daring to speak. Legolas ran his eyes hungrily over Annowe’s naked torso and he felt himself growing harder with desire for her. Again, he reached out and lightly ran his shaking fingers over her breast, needing to feel her skin next to his.

“I want you,” Legolas murmured and instantly she was in his arms, her soft lips hungrily kissing his bare chest.

Legolas moaned and grabbed a handful of her wet hair, tipping her face up to him. He could feel the swell of her breasts against his skin and his trousers grew even tighter with desire.

“I want inside you,” he whispered hoarsely, nuzzling her neck, determined to spell out his need so there could be no mistake.

“Shut up and kiss me,” she murmured, standing on her toes and wrapping her arms around his shoulders and leaning her body against his.

Instantly he obeyed, slipping his tongue between her parted lips and squeezing her tightly, relishing the feel of her firm breasts against his chest. He moaned softly in his throat as his hands ran over her sides stroking her soft skin. He wanted to feel every inch of her soft flesh yielding to his eager touch.

Annowe wrapped one leg around his hips and thrust his body to hers, forcing him to press his erection into her abdomen. She moaned and gripped his shoulder blades with her strong fingers, trying desperately to become as close to him as possible. She needed to feel his skin on hers, to know that he was a part of her.

Tentatively, Legolas slid one quivering hand up her thigh, clutching her body to him as they swayed together in the river, his other hand pressed between her shoulder blades, fingers splayed. Desperately, she kissed him, all her fears for his safety weighing on her mind. She needed to feel him inside of her, to know just for that moment he was safe. She could live on that for the rest of her life.

Legolas moaned softly, never wanting to move from this place. He could feel her eagerness for him and it made him want her that much more. He ran his hand up the side of her body, feeling her skin quiver under his touch.

Hungrily, he kissed her neck, shoulders and lips as she continued to writhe and moan in his grasp. He needed to feel her body under his, yielding to his desire. He had waited so long for this. So long! His body quivered with excitement and anticipation. She wanted him! She was his for the taking! He squeezed her again as his lips traced the smooth skin of her throat. Her fingers grasped his hair and she moaned his name as she pressed herself closer to him.

“Catch me,” she murmured and jumped so that both of her legs were wrapped around his waist. Legolas slid his hands up her legs to cup her bottom and as he slowly walked out of the water, his fingers sliding ever closer to the delicate area between her thighs.

She squirmed in his arms as his fingers found what they had been searching for and her mouth closed over his with a soft moan of pleasure. Slowly, Legolas sank to his knees, still holding the squirming nymph in his grasp as his fingers continued to gently caress her through her wet trousers.

He let her slide out of his arms so that she was lying on the soft grass facing up at him, her wet hair spilling out around her head and her legs still grasping his thighs. Longingly, he gazed at her, knowing that soon he would claim her and ran one hand tenderly over her abdomen and up to her breast. His body tensed with desire.

Slowly, he lowered his head and took her pink nipple into his mouth as he gazed into her eyes. Annowe gasped and arched her back as Legolas ran his tongue over her teasingly. She squirmed under him and grasped a handful of his hair as he moved to suckle her other breast. A low moan escaped her parted lips as her fingers squeezed his shoulder and she squirmed in pleasure at his touch. Her body ached for his and she was quickly approaching the point of no return.

“Legolas,” she breathed, squeezing him between her thighs. She knew that once his lean body was on top of hers she would no longer be able to resist him.

His breath was coming rapidly now and he was torn between the desire to mount her immediately and the urge to fully pleasure her as he had always wanted. He slid his body on top of her, crushing her under him as he drove his tongue deep into her mouth. The physical sensation of actually being between her legs as her half naked body writhed under him was nearly enough to make him lose his mind.

Annowe gave up any last hope of ever being able to survive without having Legolas inside of her and clung to him fiercely, determined to finally have him.

Eagerly he fumbled for her trousers between searing kisses and gasps of pleasure as her small hand squeezed the growing bulge between his legs.

“Legolas,” she moaned softly into his ear as her hand continued to massage him through the fabric. “Legolas – oh, Eru! I want you inside of me!”

Legolas whined with lust as he felt her free his throbbing member from his trousers and grasp it firmly. Anxiously, he tore at her clothing, desperate to have her naked, afraid at any moment she could change her mind.

Her eager mouth kissed and licked his muscular shoulders as she continued to gently squeeze his stiff rod, seemingly oblivious to his futile efforts to remove her clothes.

After what seemed like an eternity, she gently removed his hand from her trousers and easily slid the stubborn garment over her hips and tossed them aside. Quickly, he kicked his trousers off and they lay next to each other completely naked.

Annowe reached out and tenderly stroked the elf’s luminous flesh from his delicate throat to his firm thighs. Legolas closed his eyes and sighed with longing as he felt her hands run over his eager skin. How long had he dreamed of this moment? When they were lying naked together? He was almost afraid it was just a dream but he could smell her skin and feel her soft fingers on his aching body.

Her fingers trembled as they traced the outline of his firm muscles. She found him to be exquisite beyond words and had not even dared to believe that he could desire her the same way she had wanted him. But here he lay with her, naked, erect and fairly quivering with desire for her. If it was a dream, she never wanted to wake from it.

His body ached for hers and while he wanted desperately to pleasure her, he needed to take the edge off of his lust first. He did not feel he could contain his want for her any longer. She seemed to realize this and lay down so he could quickly mount her.

“Come into me,” Annowe beckoned, letting his firm thighs slide between hers and moving her hips so he could easily enter her.

Legolas bit his lip as he slid his aching shaft into her and moaned when her wet heat enveloped him. Annowe gasped and closed her eyes, thrusting her hips up to meet his and wrapping her arms tightly around him. He relaxed against her and slid his arms around her waist, crushing her under him. She never thought she would have him inside of her, filling her like only he could.

“Legolas,” she whispered into his neck. “Oh, Legolas, you feel so good inside of me.”

He moaned softly as he slid deeper into her, desperate to claim her for his own. He tipped his head to look at her then thrust himself deeply into her willing body as he watched the expression on her face. She hissed with pleasure and he thrust into her again, wanting to burn into his memory her blissful expression as he drove himself into her. With each thrust, she moaned and writhed or gasped with pleasure, urging him on, needing him to come, wanting to satisfy his lust.

Deeper and faster he thrust against her as his breath came in rapid gasps. He would claim her now. And then he would pleasure her. Her fingers dug into his back as he continued to push his aching rod deeper into her. His sweat soaked hair stuck to his back and shoulders as he pressed himself toward climax.

Annowe moaned then cried out as Legolas drove himself deeper into her. Roughly, he smothered her cries with his open mouth. She was panting against him, struggling to keep up with him but he was anxious to climax as quickly as possible to take the edge off of his desire.

Her strong thighs wrapped around his legs and her hands squeezed his back as she moved herself against him in time to his rhythm. His body quivered with exertion and she knew it would not be long before he came.

“Legolas,” she breathed. “Oh, Legolas. You make me crazy.”

He moaned in response, nipping her on the neck and thrusting his aching shaft into her. His every nerve seemed to be tingling with anticipation. Having her body laid out under him, her soft skin caressing him all over was even more pleasurable than he had imagined. Not even his lustful fantasies came near to this! His entire body was humming from her sensual touch and he never wanted it to end.

But he knew it would. He could feel his climax rapidly building inside of him and he began to moan deep in his chest as he increased the pace of his rhythm. Recklessly, he thrust himself against her, seemingly determined to tear her in half as he pushed toward orgasm.

He needed to fill her with his hot liquid, to claim her before he could pleasure her as completely as he desired. Roughly, he bit her on the shoulder then drove his tongue deeply into her mouth as his body began to tense and shake on the verge of climax. He was overwhelmed with the urge to completely dominate and fill her senses with him self. He wanted to drive every thought of any other being from her mind body and soul, leaving only him.

“Legolas,” she panted into his mouth, feeling his urgency. Her fingernails raked over his bottom and he gasped then bit his bottom lip as he concentrated on the sensation of his aching body driving into hers.

She needed to feel him come inside of her – to know this was real. His supple form pressed her into the soft grass and his wet hair fell over her face as he continued to moan and writhe against her, lost in his own world of pleasure. She cried out and arched her back under him, urging him to climax, desperate to feel him come.

With a strangled cry of bliss, he gave one last thrust and buried his face in her neck as his body convulsed in orgasm, spurting his hot liquid into her. Weakly, he panted her name as his body quivered in climax and his hips continued to involuntarily thrust against her in their own primal rhythm. Annowe gripped him tightly murmuring his name between gasps of pleasure as his warmth filled her.

Gradually, he relaxed against her as the throes of his climax subsided. For several long minutes, he lay in her arms unwilling to let go of her even for a moment.

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