Celebration in Minas Tirith

Ask and ye shall recieve!

~~A Lesson for Legolas~~


Legolas removed the rest of his clothes – actually all of his clothes since his trousers had only been pulled down to his knees and his shirt unbuttoned but not removed.

She stood in front of him and began to dance as she slowly removed her clothes, her eyes never leaving his luminous form. His eyes gleamed with anticipation. He would pleasure her the way she had pleasured him. He would drive her to madness and make her beg. Yes, he would make her beg for release.

He stood up and grabbed her, ripping the rest of her clothing off, heedless of the tearing fabric and threw her on the bed. He was nearly mad with desire and she could see his muscles tensing on his lean body. She scrambled back but he again grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her toward him, pulling her trousers off and flinging them across the room so that they landed in a heap by the wall.

She was now totally naked before him and he pulled her toward the end of the bed, spreading her legs to see her swollen deep pink lips. He quivered in anticipation.

“What do I do?” He whispered huskily, a bit intimidated and yet excited by her vulnerability and willingness to submit to him and teach him.

“Like this,” she said and moved her finger to the nub of sensitive flesh between her legs, showing him where and how to touch her.

Obediently, he placed his finger where she showed him and began to gently stroke her. She let out a cry and he stopped, afraid he had hurt her.

“No, no!” She breathed. “It feels good. Don’t stop.”

He smiled and continued as his fingers explored the delicate folds of her most secret place. He slipped two fingers inside her as he continued to massage her sensitive spot, amazed at her heat and wetness while she moaned and writhed. Just watching her reaction to his touch was intoxicating to him and he wanted more.

“Do you like it?” He whispered eagerly.

“Yes, oh, yes,” she sighed. “Please don’t stop.”

He leaned forward and breathed deeply of her smell, wanting to crawl between her soft thighs. Gingerly, he ran his tongue over her and she gasped so loudly he couldn’t help but smile.

“What if I do this?” He asked and took the delicate nub of flesh between his lips and sucked on it gently.

She fairly shouted with pleasure as her hand grasped a handful of his flaxen hair and she pulled his head back to look into his eyes. He grinned evilly, glad to see that he could make her so helpless.

“Will that make you come?” He asked and pried her hand from his hair.

“Yes,” she moaned. She tried to pull away from him but he held her ankle and would not let her move. He was determined to hear her plead for him to take her.

“Tell me how,” he urged, leaning over her anxious to drive her toward madness.

She hesitated. He pulled on her leg and bit the inside of her thigh when she didn’t answer quickly enough and she gasped.

“Suck on it. But easy. Run your tongue over it,” she breathed. “And hold my hand,” she whispered to him.

He extended one delicate hand to her and she grasped it tightly as he buried his face between her legs.

With a strangled cry she flung herself back against the sheets as Legolas ran his probing tongue over her, tasting her, pleasuring her, driving her to the edge of madness. Then his lips closed in on the delicate node of flesh and he began to tenderly suck on it while she cried out and thrashed on the bed. He smiled with satisfaction. He would not let her go until he was ready to let her.

Just seeing her reaction made him want to continue. He could feel the delicate tissue swelling against his tongue and it excited him. He was torturing her the same way she had tortured him and he was enjoying it immensely.

“Legolas,” she whined. “Oh, Eru! Legolas!” Her voice died into a low moan.

He continued to alternately suck on and run his tongue over her swollen nub as he felt himself grow harder. The way she squirmed and twisted as she moaned in pleasure made him want her again. And he was causing her reaction! Just by touching that delicate bundle of flesh with his mouth he could cause her to nearly scream in agony and he felt such a surge of power. He could make her scream and beg. He could hold her here in this agony for as long as he wanted. But he wanted to hear her beg.

“Beg me,” he demanded suddenly, removing his mouth from her.

“What?” She looked at him in a daze, a fine sheen of passion sweat covering her entire body.

He grinned with delight and rubbed his finger against her. She twitched and cried out.

“I said I want you to beg me,” he said smugly, his eyes glittering wickedly.

“Please, Legolas, for the love of Eru, don’t stop!” She wailed. “Make me come!”

With a satisfied grin, he continued as before, determined to make her scream. It had become a contest now and he was greatly enjoying pleasuring her in the same manner that she had pleasured him and he grew even harder as he continued to run his tongue over her and suck her tender flesh.

She could feel herself hovering on the edge of orgasm and begged him not to stop. If he did she would die on the spot.

“Please, Legolas, please don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Just a little bit . . .”

Her sentence was cut short by a sharp intake of breath and a long low moan escaped her lips as the convulsions of pleasure ripped through her. She grasped a handful of his flaxen hair as her other hand squeezed his tightly.

Legolas wrapped his free arm around her waist and held her tightly as his cheek rested against her thrusting pelvis. She was thrashing about like some wild animal and it further aroused him. He had pushed her over the edge and he was quite proud of himself.

Now fully erect, he slid on top of her, needing to enter her. Wanting her wet heat to surround him.

“Let me in,” he demanded, spreading her legs with his knees.

She obeyed and he slid into her, gasping as her moist swollen flesh enveloped him. She was so hot and slick that sliding into her was completely blissful. She moaned and writhed as he pushed deeper into her, feeling the last of her contractions.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered as he placed his mouth on hers, his lean body flattening against her and his hands stroking her sides.

Her arms and legs wrapped around him like a steel vise and she licked his tongue to taste herself there. He was absolutely wonderful and she never wanted to be apart from him.

“Legolas,” she moaned. “Oh, Legolas. I don’t ever want you to put your clothes on again.”

He laughed at that. She could be so dramatic sometimes but he understood exactly how she felt. He did not want to ever put on his clothes again. He wanted to stay with her, naked, a tangle of limbs, hair and tongues until they both collapsed from exhaustion or hunger.

“When this is over we will go away,” he promised. “We will go away and stay naked until we can no longer walk.”

Her laugh turned to a moan as he thrust himself deeper into her and bit her on the neck, his platinum hair falling over her like a silken curtain.

She arched her back to give him a better angle and he began a slow and steady rhythm until he could feel the tightness growing in her again. Her breathing was ragged and her nails scraped over his bottom, sending a chill up his spine.

He would make her come again, he determined. He would not give in until he felt her climax again. He wanted her to squirm and writhe and call out his name while he rode her.

“I want you to come again,” he said, thrusting deep into her and causing her to cry out.

“It will kill me,” she breathed, certain that it would.

“No, it won’t. Come for me, little one,” he encouraged, taking the soft flesh of her neck between his lips. The feel of his breath on her neck combined with his rhythmic thrusting was nearly enough for her.

“Put your weight on me. Wrap your arms around me,” she said and he obeyed, laying completely flat against her and sliding his arms under her. She seemed so small and delicate under him and for a fleeting moment he worried that he would crush her.

The thought quickly passed as she began to moan and twist, her fingers clawing his shoulder blades. She buried her face in his neck and began to pant. And then he felt it stir in her. It started slowly and began to build. At her first contraction, he let himself go, ramming himself deeply into her and causing her to cry out in pleasure.

Her pelvis rose under him and she contracted tightly, causing him to groan deep in his chest and bite his lip against his own orgasm. His toes were actually tingling with the sensation and he knew he was going to come very hard indeed.

She continued to buck under him and softly call out his name between gasps as the tingling worked its way up his legs and to his loins.

With a great cry, he plunged himself as deeply into her as he could and grabbed her thighs as the rush ripped through him, threatening to tear him apart. He clung desperately to her as his hips involuntarily shuddered and thrust against her in their own primal rhythm. For what seemed like several minutes, he was completely lost in the utter bliss of release, neither knowing nor caring for anything but the pleasure that was surging through him.

Somewhere far off, he felt her arms wrap around him and pull him close as she whispered endearments to him. Gasping, sweat soaked and dazed by the sheer intensity of his orgasm, he gazed back at her, surprised that his violent thrusts had not caused any damage to her small frame.

“Oh, Legolas,” she sighed. “Do you promise that when this is over we can be naked forever?” She asked with a grin.

“If I can last forever. You just may end up killing me,” he admitted ruefully although he could think of worse ways to die.

“Well, at least you’d die with a smile on your face,” she said, smoothing his sweaty hair from his cheek.

“Yes,” he said. “A great big smile!” And he laughed at the thought.

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