Celeborn's Nine - Riders of the Night

Tiger was happy, but then she never seemed to be without a smile; and when Lord Celeborn arrived a week after her and Haldir at the Keep, she was really happy. And Lord Celeborn was going to let them stay another week to rest themselves and the horses. And there were dark eyed maidens and beautiful music to entertain the riders, and plenty of good food. Even Longma seemed younger, but then was keeping a certain golden haired elf company. And Celestial was aggravating the ducks in his fish pond. Everything was perfect. Tiger would have been happy for them to stay at Longma's keep forever.

And at night Tiger made love to her beautiful master. He could be fiery and passionate, or he could be so gentle he took her breath away. She loved it when he let her make love to him, when he lay on his back and let her pleasure him. She would start at his ear, letting her hot breath and tongue send shivers through him, and oh how he shivered. Sometimes she would forget herself and try to hold him still like a tiger, but he would remind her that she was not to hurt him, and she would remove her hand. Then she would nuzzle his neck and jaw until she found his mouth, then she would kiss him until they both had to come up for air. Oh how she loved Master's mouth, and sometimes she would nibble on his lower lip but she had to be very careful not to bite. And his throat; feeling his throat beneath her lips filled her with a hunger that went to the very core of her being. The pulse was strong, and she wanted to lick it, suck on it, taste it. Oh but Master's body was food for Tiger's soul. He was so beautiful it made her mind ache.

She would crouch over him, her hands on his arms, and she would slowly lick his perfect skin, and she would take his nipples between her teeth and tease them until Master could take no more. He wanted inside Tiger, but she was not ready to quit her play. She wanted to taste the skin of his belly, to smell him in the heat of desire. She wanted to taste all of him. And only when she had bathed him with her tongue, did she mount him. Master's eyes seemed to glow when Tiger rode him, and he watched Tiger closely. Sometimes Tiger was too absorbed with Master's passion to be aware of her own. Sometimes all she wanted to do was see her beautiful Master happy.
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"You know you can stay one more week," Longma told Celeborn as they readied to leave.

"Aragorn needs to get back to Gondor," Celeborn said, knowing full well why the dragonwitch wanted them to stay another week. She and Glorfindel were getting creative. Rumil and Orophin were learning a new language just from their eaves dropping. And they were not adverse to letting the belrog slayer know they had heard them.

Glorfindel was not shy telling them that while they were eaves dropping, he was getting the real thing, something they should have been taking advantage of. They were not going to see another female for weeks once they left Longma's keep. Except for Tiger. Tiger was going with them.

Longma hated to see Tiger go. The jinn tiger had been like a daughter to her, and seeing her sitting on Celestial's paw in the fish pond, gabbing away at the dragon, Longma realized just how much she was going to miss her. Longma watched her a moment and then decided she needed to speak with Haldir.

The elf was readying his horse to leave when she stopped behind him and said," I need to speak with you."

Haldir stopped his preparations and followed the dragonwitch out of the stable into the pine forest. "Is there something I can do?" he asked politely.

Longma frowned and turned to him. "I do not want this to sound wrong," she began, "but if you ever tire of Tiger, please bring her to me."

"You think little of me," he replied seriously insulted by her remark.

"Not really," she answered. "I am three times your age, and I have seen more than you can imagine. I know male nature. All I ask is that if you tire of her, you send her back to me. Please."

"I will not tire of her," he assured her.

Longma sighed wearily and inclined her head. She and Haldir seperated. Returning to the pond, she called to Tiger who came to her on the run. Longma smiled and caressed the beautiful face that smiled at her. She was really going to miss Tiger. Gazing into her golden tiger eyes, Longma noticed something different about her. Not wanting to alarm her, Longma asked, "How do you feel, my sweet?"

"Happy. I am going to Gondor," she said and then clutched Longma's hand to her face. "I will come back and see you."

"Of course, you will," Longma said and smoothed a tawny tress out of Tiger's face. "Come, I will walk with you."

Longma now wanted Haldir to leave her, although it would have hurt Tiger considerably. But Tiger had no business in Gondor or anywhere else right now. The signs were all about her. Tiger was pregnant.

But Haldir wasn't speaking to her anymore. He offered his hand to Tiger and she climbed up behind him. There was so much defiance in the elf's eyes, she wondered if he knew. "Please send her back to me if you decide you don't want her," Longma repeated as she stood infront of his horse.

"I told you I will not part with her," Haldir repeated angrily. "I did not ask for her, but she is now mine. And I will keep her."

For Tiger's sake, Longma hoped that was true, but something told her the jinn tiger was about to have her heart broken.