Celeborn's Nine - Riders of the Night
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
88
Views:
9,326
Reviews:
155
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.
Tenderness
Haldir found himself watching Tiger sleep most of the day, and he was grateful Lord Celeborn decided to wait another night before moving on since more than just Tiger was hurt. Elrohir had a shoulder injury that pained him considerably and both of Aragorn's retainers were hurt. Only Gimli seemed to have come through the experience in high spirits. But even his eye softened when he saw Tiger quietly suffering through her injuries, content to just lie next to Master.
Longma's words nagged at his thoughts. What was Tiger? Stretched out beside her in the shelter of their tent, he raised himself on an elbow and looked down at her. She opened her eyes and met his thoughtful gaze. Her beauty was unlike any he had ever seen before, raw and sensual...sexual. "Tiger, what are you?" he whispered.
She smiled and touched his face. "Tiger is what you want her to be, Master," she replied softly.
"If I want you to be an orc, will you be one?" he asked with a playful smile.
"If Tiger felt it in your heart, she would be an orc."
"What if Master decided he could no longer make love to Tiger; that he wanted her to be a tiger only?" he asked.
Tiger frowned and he saw fear in her eyes, but he waited for her answer. How much did she love him? "Tiger would be a tiger only," she finally answered.
He smiled and caressed her face. "That will never happen," he promised and bent down to kiss her. She parted her lips for his tongue, and in spite of her injuries, she wanted him. She wanted to feel his bare skin against hers. He honored her wish and slipped off the boots, tunic and leggings, then he simply held her, bare skin to bare skin. She rubbed her sleek leg along his and rubbed his throat with her tawny mane of hair. She was slow to avoid hurting herself, and when Master turned to face her, she found her forehead pressed against his breast, her leg over his hip. She hurt, but she didn't care. He stroked her face and let his hand travel gently down her arm, ribs and hip. And they kissed. Tiger loved Master's kiss; she could die on his lips.
Since she could only lie on one side, Master rolled on his back and allowed her to lie across him. She was content to lie there and listen to his heart beat. It was a wonderful heart beat, strong and clear. Master put one arm behind his head and stroked Tiger's head with the other hand. Tiger loved him and drifted off to sleep listening to his heart.
Sometime before daylight Tiger awoke still lying across her Master's beautiful body. When she moved, he moved. She could smell his desire. Master had been lying there all night with her naked body on top of him, and he had allowed her to sleep untouched.
Tiger was feeling better; jinn tigers heal quickly. Sliding forward, she found his mouth waiting for hers, but this time he was hungry and passionate. Tiger sat up and ran her hands up his arms, forcing them back over this head. He smiled, a glittering hot smile. He was hers to do with as she pleased. He had been thinking about it all night, hungering for sex all night. It made Tiger desperate just thinking about it, thinking about her beautiful Master wanting, needing, desiring.
Leaning forward she gently bit the inside of his upper arm just above the elbow. He writhed at the unique sensation but kept his arms over his head. She was free to do as she desired, and she wanted to torture him as exquisitely as possible, like he showed her. Only make it last longer. Make it last until the sky turned gray and the sun started its ascent.
She rubbed his breast with hers, her nipples against his. What stiffness she felt disappeared as her blood heated. And she always returned to his mouth for a kiss that made her want more. When they were both hungering for more, she mounted him and moaned as he slid along her most sensitive flesh. Tiger could not get enough of master. She leaned forward, her tawny hair falling across her face, her hands braced against his breast, her fingers capturing his nipples between them, and she rode him. She rode him until the fire exploded in her belly and shook her body. She continued to ride him, to rub herself against him, to rub the ache. He grabbed her hips and joined her, his body rising to meet hers. Master was beautiful in the throes of passion. He was more beautiful in the liquid moment afterwards when he sat up and held her tightly against him, his head against her shoulder. Tiger stroked his head.
Longma's words nagged at his thoughts. What was Tiger? Stretched out beside her in the shelter of their tent, he raised himself on an elbow and looked down at her. She opened her eyes and met his thoughtful gaze. Her beauty was unlike any he had ever seen before, raw and sensual...sexual. "Tiger, what are you?" he whispered.
She smiled and touched his face. "Tiger is what you want her to be, Master," she replied softly.
"If I want you to be an orc, will you be one?" he asked with a playful smile.
"If Tiger felt it in your heart, she would be an orc."
"What if Master decided he could no longer make love to Tiger; that he wanted her to be a tiger only?" he asked.
Tiger frowned and he saw fear in her eyes, but he waited for her answer. How much did she love him? "Tiger would be a tiger only," she finally answered.
He smiled and caressed her face. "That will never happen," he promised and bent down to kiss her. She parted her lips for his tongue, and in spite of her injuries, she wanted him. She wanted to feel his bare skin against hers. He honored her wish and slipped off the boots, tunic and leggings, then he simply held her, bare skin to bare skin. She rubbed her sleek leg along his and rubbed his throat with her tawny mane of hair. She was slow to avoid hurting herself, and when Master turned to face her, she found her forehead pressed against his breast, her leg over his hip. She hurt, but she didn't care. He stroked her face and let his hand travel gently down her arm, ribs and hip. And they kissed. Tiger loved Master's kiss; she could die on his lips.
Since she could only lie on one side, Master rolled on his back and allowed her to lie across him. She was content to lie there and listen to his heart beat. It was a wonderful heart beat, strong and clear. Master put one arm behind his head and stroked Tiger's head with the other hand. Tiger loved him and drifted off to sleep listening to his heart.
Sometime before daylight Tiger awoke still lying across her Master's beautiful body. When she moved, he moved. She could smell his desire. Master had been lying there all night with her naked body on top of him, and he had allowed her to sleep untouched.
Tiger was feeling better; jinn tigers heal quickly. Sliding forward, she found his mouth waiting for hers, but this time he was hungry and passionate. Tiger sat up and ran her hands up his arms, forcing them back over this head. He smiled, a glittering hot smile. He was hers to do with as she pleased. He had been thinking about it all night, hungering for sex all night. It made Tiger desperate just thinking about it, thinking about her beautiful Master wanting, needing, desiring.
Leaning forward she gently bit the inside of his upper arm just above the elbow. He writhed at the unique sensation but kept his arms over his head. She was free to do as she desired, and she wanted to torture him as exquisitely as possible, like he showed her. Only make it last longer. Make it last until the sky turned gray and the sun started its ascent.
She rubbed his breast with hers, her nipples against his. What stiffness she felt disappeared as her blood heated. And she always returned to his mouth for a kiss that made her want more. When they were both hungering for more, she mounted him and moaned as he slid along her most sensitive flesh. Tiger could not get enough of master. She leaned forward, her tawny hair falling across her face, her hands braced against his breast, her fingers capturing his nipples between them, and she rode him. She rode him until the fire exploded in her belly and shook her body. She continued to ride him, to rub herself against him, to rub the ache. He grabbed her hips and joined her, his body rising to meet hers. Master was beautiful in the throes of passion. He was more beautiful in the liquid moment afterwards when he sat up and held her tightly against him, his head against her shoulder. Tiger stroked his head.