One Night in Dunharrow

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Summary - Legolas' frisky female friend returns from an unexpected late night errand. Still PWP, het, OFC, oral, WAFF.

~~The Second Time Around~~

They stared at each other for a few moments before she started to giggle. Legolas’ expression softened and he grinned back at her then kissed her neck - immediately turning her giggle into a soft moan of pleasure. She grabbed a handful of his silken hair and gently tugged on it as she slid her other hand over his toned back.

“I want you again,” he whispered softly into her throat as his hand slid up her thigh. Her skin quivered as his large hands slid over her and he began forcing the tunic up over her head. She felt the desire for him well up in her again as his hands ran over her ribcage and his tongue found hers.

She moaned and pushed the sheet down over his hips so she could run her hand over his muscular thighs.

He pressed her back into the sheets, crushing her in his arms and tried to get on top of her again.

“No,” she said and kept her legs closed.

He frowned. “Why?”

She smiled wickedly. “You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn.” With that, she pushed him back and he grinned broadly.

“Just what did you have in mind?” He wondered.

“Wait and see,” she told him.

She pushed him back down into the sheets, his platinum hair fanning out over the pillows and slowly she ran her eyes then her hands over his exposed flesh admiring his long lean body as her fingers outlined the muscles on his chest and abdomen. His skin quivered under her delicate touch and he enjoyed watching her.

She slid on top of him, pressing him into the sheets. She grasped his wrists in her hands then extended his arms over his head. He smiled, enjoying this game of hers.

“Legolas,” she whispered in his ear. “I cannot be gentle with you this time.”

He nodded as his heart pounded in his chest. He wondered what she would do to him. So many things she knew of the world that he had never experienced and it excited him.

He felt her tongue trace the outline of his ear and he shivered, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the sensation. Then she began sucking on his earlobe and he giggled. It tickled!

She pulled his wrists together over his head and held them in one hand.

“Stay like that,” she murmured. “Don’t touch me yet.”

“Yes,” he answered.

With her free hand, she stroked his nipple as her mouth found his smooth throat. Tantalizingly she kissed and licked his throat before running her tongue over his parted lips. Hungrily, he raised his head to her and she allowed him to kiss her. She could feel the desire in him but wanted to enjoy his body this time.

Slowly, she ran her hand down his abdomen and slowly began pulling the sheet from him. He wiggled excitedly under her. She took his erection in her hand and he moaned, tearing his hands from her grasp to clutch at her.

She ignored him and began to kiss his chest, pressing her tongue on his breastbone as one hand held his erection and the other pinched his nipple. Legolas let out a low hiss and squirmed. He wanted inside of her again, to feel her wet heat envelope him but she seemed content to torture him by licking and touching him everywhere.

Her teeth scraped his nipple and he gave a low cry of pleasure, grabbing her by the hair. She raised her eyes to him and smiled devilishly. For a few moments they looked at each other as she continued to stroke his erection. Then he closed his eyes and lay back against the pillows, giving himself over to her. She chuckled. He was not putting up much of a fight!

She returned to licking and sucking his nipples as her hand moved lower on him, cupping his balls in her hand. He squirmed and grabbed her wrist. He needed to hold on to something or he would scream. With each kiss, her head moved lower and lower on his torso. He quivered, uncertain as to what to expect but excited at the possibilities.

He could feel her breasts cradling his erection and she pulled her wrist away from him to support herself. A feral whine escaped his lips when he realized what she was going to do to him. With one hand he grabbed the sheets while the other he placed protectively over his abdomen. He wanted it.

When she took him into her mouth he nearly screamed with pleasure as his hips rose off the bed to meet her lips. Deliberately, she began to move her mouth up and down on his hard shaft while her other hand stroked his balls. He moaned and writhed, feeling her tongue run over the head and flick into the tip. Then she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth until he thought he would hit the back of her throat.

Slowly, she pulled up and sucked on the tip while her hand squeezed and stroked the rest of his shaft. His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned in agony. It was an exquisite torture to him and he thought he would go mad if he could not get into her.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. He wanted in her. He wanted to slide between her legs and push hard against her firm body while she moaned under him. But she did not move. She only continued to suck him as he writhed and cried out helplessly.

When she thought he had enough, she slid up his body and straddled his waist. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her. He was in agony and she grinned wickedly at his predicament. He tried to sit up and she pushed him back down.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she told him as she slid back onto him, using her hand to guide him inside of her.

She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure as he slid into her. He hissed and thrust his hips upward to bury himself deep in her. She was like sliding into some exquisite oil and he needed to get deep inside of her and push.

Her muscular thighs clamped down on him and she leaned over, her hair falling onto his chest while her hips continued to grind against him.

He grasped her by the thighs and moaned, pulling her down on his stiff member. Recklessly he tried to thrust himself into her but she would not let him lead. This was for her pleasure.

He felt so good under her, his lean body undulating with her, his hands squeezing her thighs. She sat up on him, moaned and arched her back, letting her head drop back to her shoulders. He watched her intently, the pleasure evident on her face. The way she moved over him was almost unnatural and he could see that she was completely absorbed with pleasure, which made him smile with satisfaction.

He moved his hand up her side and cupped her breast in his hand admiring her beauty. She was lovely to look at and being inside of her was wonderful. She was rhythmically moving her hips over him as her hands ran over his muscular abdomen. He moaned with pleasure. A trickle of sweat ran between her breasts, flashing in the dim light.

She leaned forward on to him and licked his neck and whispered, “sit up.”

Together they rose into a sitting position with her on his lap.

“I want to feel your flesh on mine,” she whispered as she wrapped arms and legs around him, her hips still moving against him. She grasped a handful of his sweaty hair and licked his ear.
He wrapped his arms around her and nipped her shoulder. She let out a low hiss of pleasure.

“Oh, Legolas,” she moaned. “I want to keep you in me forever.”

His mouth found hers and he could taste himself on her tongue which only increased his desire for her. Desperately, he drove his tongue deep into her mouth, wanting to taste himself again on her. Her nails ran over his back and he could no longer stand her slow deliberate rhythm.

With one quick motion, and managing to stay inside of her, he flipped her over on her back and thrust himself against her until she cried out. So much for that vaunted elven self-control, he thought. He had never felt such an overwhelming sensation. That only by driving himself into her could he find peace. Recklessly, he rammed his throbbing member into her while she writhed under him. He wanted her like this always – under him, writhing and moaning as he pushed against her.

“Oh, yes,” he nearly cried with relief when the first tremors began to stir in him.

“Yes, Legolas,” she murmured encouragingly. “Come.”

He grasped her by the thighs as his hips thrust forward, urging him self to orgasm. With a strangled cry, he flung himself on her as he convulsed from pleasure. She could feel the contractions of his release and marveled at the intensity of his orgasm.

She held him tightly as he rode out the waves of pleasure that shook him.

It was several minutes before he had recovered his senses enough to speak.

“You didn’t come,” he whispered in disappointment.

She smoothed his damp hair back over his shoulder. “I was about to before you went wild on me,” she smiled.

“Oh,” he answered, not sure of what to say.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she soothed. “I will take it out of you later.”

“I certainly hope so,” he said and grinned wolfishly.

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