Strange Allies

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A/N: Well, His Royal Wickedness is well pleased and demands that the “hawt” sex continue until he says otherwise. So these new few chapters are nothing but smut. Please feel free to put yourself in Annowe’s place. There is a reason I don’t describe her in minute detail. ;-)

Naira – oh, indeed! Please feel free to put yourself in her place! That's the idea, after all!

Michelle – yes, that Haldir – he certainly knows how to get what he wants, doesn’t he? I can’t think of anything I’d enjoy more than being the mayo in THAT bologna sandwich – that’s for sure! ;-D And there’s plenty more to come. Legolas still have a few tricks to learn, yes?

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The three of them lay there for a few moments as they recovered. Annowe moaned happily as their two naked sleek bodies pressed against her. She raised her head and Haldir gently bent to kiss her. Legolas could feel her heart pounding against her breast and he tenderly kissed her back until she turned to face him.

“Legolas,” she whispered to him. “I have missed you terribly.”

“And I you,” he replied and kissed her deeply, feeling Haldir’s strong arms encircle them both.

With a sigh of contentment, Legolas rested his head against Annowe’s breasts as they leaned against Haldir. Just as Annowe could feel herself slipping into sleep, Haldir spoke.

“Are you ready to continue, little one?” He asked softly.

Legolas raised his head and looked at them both. “I am ready,” he answered with a big smile.

Annowe sighed and nodded. “Yes, I am ready. Where do we begin?”

“First, we must clean up a bit!” The March Warden chuckled. “It would seem we’ve made a bit of a mess between the three of us.”

Annowe giggled and Legolas stood up, taking her hand and pulling her up so Haldir could rise from the cushions and follow them to the pool below. After they had cleaned them selves, they returned to the flet.

“Now my young friend, I will teach you what I know,” The March Warden purred as he stepped closer to Annowe.

Legolas smiled. Certainly there were no more secrets between the three of them and now that he understood what Haldir’s motives had been in the first place he wasn’t so defensive and possessive of Annowe.

Yes, he had completely trusted her. And she had not let him down. She had not even given in to the March Warden’s temptation and that was more than he could say for himself. She would not leave him for Haldir, of that he now had no doubt. He felt an overwhelming sense of pride in her and smiled happily.

“Where shall we begin, then? That first time I showed you my secret? Or perhaps the second time when you so easily pushed me away?” Haldir grinned at Annowe.

She laughed. It had not been easy to push him away that second time. In fact, she had almost given in to him. Indeed, she had been only a breath away from throwing herself at him and damning all the consequences to Mordor, she had wanted him so desperately.

Haldir cast his gaze to Legolas who was watching them impassively. “Perhaps we will begin at the second time. When we were discussing the then absent Prince of Mirkwood.”

Annowe looked at Legolas and smiled. “Yes,” she agreed.

“You were discussing me?” Legolas asked curiously.

“Indeed, my young friend. Annowe was growing distressed at your absence. She missed your sweetness and your gentleness. Instead, she had to deal with my,” Haldir raised his eyebrows and looked at her to finish the sentence.

“Vileness and wickedness, or something of that sort,” she admitted, winking at Legolas.

A faint blush crept into the young prince’s cheeks and he giggled. He had thought perhaps Haldir had been telling Annowe what a pampered and spoiled elf he was. He did not expect them to be discussing his finer qualities - that much was certain.

The three of them laughed for a few moments before Haldir spoke.

“Legolas,” he murmured as he stepped closer to Annowe, brushing her cheek with the back of his fingers. “If you feel compelled to do so you may join us. I think you will know when.”

“Very well,” Legolas agreed. “I just might do that.”

Suddenly, Haldir slipped his hand behind Annowe’s head, pulling her closer to him as leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “I will not be gentle with you, little one. I’ve waited too long for this,” he murmured. “I will have my due!”

She smiled grimly. “Very well. I am ready,” she breathed. Despite knowing that Legolas would permit her to give in to Haldir, she just could not go without a fight. Something inside of her still needed to fight him until the very end when she could take no more.

He did not allow his desire to grow and caress her like it had before. Instead, she felt it wash over her, like a wave on the beach, pushing her back, covering her with its intensity and she quivered under his touch.

“Yes, my desire is fierce,” Haldir admitted, running his lips lightly over her shoulder and squeezing his hand in her hair, his free hand caressing her back. “How many nights I wanted to go to you. I wanted to go to you when I heard you moan his name as you pleasured yourself. I wanted to be the one to quench your desire! But I did not!”

Annowe gasped. He had heard her! He had heard her sighs and moans – he knew that he had driven her until she physically could no longer stand the ache he had created in her. But those thoughts were quickly blotted out as his desire washed over her again, more insistent than the last wave.

One hand ran slowly up and down her spine as he kissed her neck, his other fist still grasping her hair. She shivered under his gentle touch. His lips and tongue traced her collarbone and throat causing her skin to tingle. She reached out and stroked his muscular chest, eager fingers tracing a random pattern over his smooth skin and Haldir moaned. He wanted her. But he wanted her to want him and her desire was not nearly inflamed enough yet. No, her touch was nearly as ardent as he knew it could be.

“Tell me again how odious I am,” he murmured into her ear as he cupped one breast in his palm, gently stroking her erect nipple with his thumb. “I want to hear it.”

Annowe moaned and closed her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but no words would come out, only a gurgling noise. Haldir buried his face in her neck and continued to speak to her in his throaty voice between erotic kisses to her skin. Legolas watched with wide eyes – he could feel the March Warden’s desire him self and wondered how Annowe could bear such torment for long.

“Tell me again how much you hate me,” Haldir demanded, nipping her shoulder with his soft lips and running his fingers lightly down the side of her thigh, teasing her.

She squirmed in his grasp, wanting him to touch her but not wanting him to. She moaned softly. The scent of him and his teasing voice was driving her wild and this time she could give in to him! She did not need to fight him but part of her still wanted to. Part of her still did not want to give in to him, to let him win!

But her bodily desire over rode that foolish notion. Hungrily, she licked and kissed his neck, tasting his skin as she pressed her body closer to him. Yes! He would stop his wicked teasing once and for all!

“Tell me again how wicked I am. Tell me!” His arm wrapped around her waist, squeezing her tightly and she clawed his shoulder helplessly as he crushed her to his chest.

“I hate you,” she finally breathed against his neck, grasping his hair. “You are a vile and wicked creature!”

“Not like Legolas,” Haldir urged, his lips on hers but not kissing her as she squirmed in his iron grasp.

“Not like Legolas,” Annowe repeated, her body quivering and his desire nearly suffocating her as she stared into his piercing eyes. She could clearly see his desire there and for a brief moment she was very afraid that he would devour her completely. She was so small in his strong grasp.

“But you like it,” Haldir whispered in her throat, his fingers digging into her back. “You like my wickedness. So unlike sweet gentle Legolas.”

“Legolas,” she moaned against Haldir’s shoulder. His scent had grown stronger and she could feel her resolve slipping.

Hesitantly, the Prince of Mirkwood took a step forward, unsure if she were calling to him or merely repeating what Haldir was saying. He was completely fascinated by this display and did not want to interrupt unless he was certain they wanted him to join in.

“Not like Legolas,” Annowe finally admitted, her teeth raking over Haldir’s tense shoulder, her fingers clawing his muscular arms.

Haldir hissed then pulled back to lift her chin. Her eyes were half closed and he grinned shamelessly. Now she would want him. She would want to pleasure him, run her hands all over him as her lips kissed his quivering body.

“Kiss me, little one,” he purred, placing his lips teasingly close to hers but not kissing her. “Kiss me. Let me feel your desire as you have felt mine.”

Like a puppet responding to his every demand, she kissed him hungrily, sliding her tongue past his parted lips and moaning as he crushed her small body to him. Her fingers gripped his shoulders as she thrust herself to him, stretching her body out to press against his. Haldir moaned as her small breasts flattened against his chest, her erect nipples rubbing his sensitive skin.

He ran one hand leisurely up her side and over her spine as their eager tongues entwined and Haldir sighed delightedly. Annowe wrapped one leg around his firm thigh, forcing his stiff rod into her belly but he was not in a mind to give into her so quickly. No, she must beg him. He had waited too long for it.

“You want me, don’t you, little one?” He breathed, kissing her neck greedily. “Tell me you want me.”

“No,” she gasped and shook with restraint, taking her leg from his thigh.

Haldir smiled at her. One last bit of resistance. He knew she would not go quietly. But he was prepared for this. In one swift movement, he wrapped his arms around her bottom and raised her up, pressing her pelvis into his firm abdomen. His mouth closed hungrily over her breast and his tongue teased her hard nipple, causing her to cry out and struggle feebly in his arms.

“I want you,” she choked, grabbing his hair and writhing helplessly as he continued to suckle her. “I want you.”

“It is too late for that,” Haldir murmured regretfully nuzzling between her breasts. “Too late.” He transferred his attention to her other breast and she squirmed again, moaning and panting as her fingers tangled in his hair and thumped him weakly on the shoulders. He closed his eyes and sighed. Her softness and her scent teased him mercilessly as she gasped and wiggled in his firm embrace. It was just as decadent and delightful as he had imagined – her hands pulling his hair as he held her close, suckling her soft breasts as her moans and pleas sounded in his ears.

“Please,” she moaned feebly. “Please.”

“It is too late,” Haldir breathed again, slipping his fingers between her thighs and finding her wetness there.

She cried out and squirmed as his fingers probed her, finding her sensitive spot and concentrating only on it. Yes! She was ready now, ready to beg. He moaned and closed his eyes, willing his desire on to her.

“Legolas,” Haldir whispered tensely. “Would you like to join us?”

Legolas blinked. He had certainly become quite aroused by this display but he was unsure where he should go.

“You are sharing me, remember?” Haldir hissed as his mouth returned to suckling the writhing nymph as his gentle fingers pleasured her. Yes! It was time now. He would have them both. His body was begging for release, straining against his iron will for satisfaction. “Soon. Very soon.” He promised himself.

Legolas hesitantly stood behind the March Warden, watching the expression on Annowe’s face. She was completely out of her mind with desire as she writhed helplessly, he realized and he understood how he could do it to her. Certainly he would need more practice but he could do it! Slowly, he reached out and squeezed Haldir’s muscular shoulder and Annowe’s hand closed over his.

“Yes, Legolas, please!” She breathed then gasped as Haldir raked his teeth over her nipple before returning to suckling her.

Legolas nodded and began to gently ease himself into Haldir. The two elves gasped as they joined but Haldir still wanted to hear Annowe beg for release. He would not allow himself to slide into her until she begged him.

“Beg me, Annowe,” he demanded hoarsely, his body shaking with restraint. “Beg me to take you, to release your desire.”

“Please, Haldir,” she whispered, pushing her pelvis forward and desperately wiggling against him. “Please put me out of my misery, I beg of you.”

With a delighted sigh, the March Warden slowly lowered the squirming naiad onto his rigid shaft. Annowe cried out blissfully as he pushed the ache from her. Haldir groaned deeply and squeezed her small body to him as her strong legs gripped his thighs.

They moaned in unison as they slid deeper into each other. Haldir closed his eyes, willing himself to last. He wanted it to last. Slowly, he impaled the nymph as Legolas gently began to push inside him. Annowe cried out as Haldir thrust himself into her, clinging to him. Her body was screaming for release. The March Warden hissed as he felt Legolas slowly slide deeper into him, his first sordid fantasy playing out just as he had imagined.

Legolas grabbed the naiad’s thighs using her for leverage as he gently pushed against the March Warden. Haldir moaned and shook with restraint, Annowe’s hungry mouth on his stifling his cries as she thrust herself frantically against him, feeling herself verging on orgasm.

“Yes!” She breathed, the familiar tingle racing through her body. “Oh, yes!”

With a gasp, she clawed frantically at Haldir as her body convulsed in midair against him. He clutched her tightly and nearly cried with bliss as he felt her contract against his aching shaft. If she came again he would follow her, he had no choice. Her cries of pleasure, her writhing form and her firm contractions against him were too much for him to bear again. He panted and shook, his body straining for release but he would not give in. He wanted it to last! It must last!

Legolas moaned as he watched her, feeling her body shake. Haldir had been correct – she had come almost immediately after he entered her. Legolas closed his eyes and gasped. He would soon follow her.

Panting, she clung to Haldir as he held her close. With one shaking hand, Annowe stroked Legolas’ face as he leaned into Haldir’s back. She could tell Haldir was restraining himself. Holding back for what reason she did not know.

“Don’t fight it, Haldir,” she whispered. “We can do it again.”

“Can we?” He murmured, meeting her blissful gaze. He was not so sure the Prince of Mirkwood would agree to another such coupling.

“Yes,” Legolas answered softly from behind him. “Yes, again. And again.”

The March Warden sighed and closed his eyes, finally releasing his smoldering desire.

“Harder, Legolas,” he whispered before fiercely kissing Annowe, his tongue demanding in her mouth.

The Prince of Mirkwood eagerly obeyed and began thrusting harder against the March Warden who slammed the squirming nymph on his aching rod. Annowe cried out against his mouth but Haldir would not let her go. She would come again and she felt as if it would tear her apart. Haldir could feel his climax welling up in him and he wanted it. He wanted it to take over his senses. He closed his eyes as the warmth slowly made it’s way to his loins. He whined softly, wanting it to last but wanting the sweet bliss to overtake him as well.

Legolas sank his teeth into Haldir’s back as he began to shake with his first tremors. Suddenly, Annowe began to spasm again and Haldir knew he would not last past this orgasm so he thrust himself rapidly against her until she nearly screamed. She gave a great gasp then clung desperately March Warden as her body again convulsed against him.

He moaned as her body clamped down on his shaft. Legolas moaned as well his own desire now in control. The two elves increased their rhythm for only a few seconds before crying out simultaneously as their bodies shook in ultimate pleasure.

Annowe suffocated Haldir’s wail of release with her mouth, fearing that someone must certainly hear such a sound. Legolas had muffled his cry against Haldir’s shoulder and she could have sworn she felt Legolas’ orgasm through Haldir and she shivered.

It was quite a while before they could even move but when the two elves had regained their senses, Annowe begged to be let down.

“No, little one,” Haldir panted and clutched her to him. “Let me remember this for a moment. I have dreamed of this for many nights.”

Obediently, she rested her chin on his shoulder, pressing her body close to his. Legolas raised his head and they looked at each other over Haldir’s shoulder. Slowly, she reached out and tenderly smoothed the sweaty hair from Legolas’ cheek. He could actually see tears staining her round cheeks and he smiled at her. She pressed closer to him and he kissed her over the March Warden’s broad shoulder.

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