Strange Allies

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A/N: This scene is from an article on ‘tantric massage’ that Mr. Wicked managed to find somewhere in the vastness of cyberspace. He assures me that he is well versed in the technique. Of course he is!

He has become almost intolerable in his daily gloating over how much everyone wants him, loves him and desires him. I mean, really! To hear him tell it, he’s downright irresistible! But I know better! Lol!

Naira – well, I hope that was good! I think I’ve finally managed to drag it out of him what happens but he’s none too pleased about it. He’s waited for the “hawt” sex for a long time and keeps insisting there be more before we even GET to that part. Incorrigible, he is!

Michelle – indeed, she knows he’s all the things Legolas is not and yet he’s still desirable. Despite (because of?) his wickedness and arrogance he’s one “hawt” SOB. LOL! And, believe me, he WANTS her to beg. He needs to hear it. And I’ve not heard the end of it since your review. “I love Haldir”. Do you know how many times I’ve had to hear him say that just in the last hour? LOL!

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“That was your first lesson, Legolas,” Haldir murmured, stroking the younger elf’s wet hair back from his face. The three of them had retreated to the pool again after their last coupling to refresh them selves. Haldir and Legolas sat on the bank while Annowe floated leisurely under the water.

“This next lesson will be more difficult to learn simply because it is more difficult to control your desire. But it is well worth it,” the March Warden smiled.

“Will it make her scream?” Legolas asked with a grin.

Haldir laughed. “It would seem you and I have more in common than you realize! Of course it will make her scream. Isn’t that the point?”

The two of them chuckled and Annowe could see their grinning faces hovering above the water. One of them was bad enough but together! Who knew what they could be plotting? Perhaps she liked it better when they hated each other. At least they consumed their energies fighting each other instead of torturing her! She giggled at the thought and surfaced.

“Let us begin again,” Haldir murmured and scooped Annowe up in his arms, carrying her back up to the flet with Legolas following them. Gently, he laid her down on the cushions and Legolas joined him.

“Legolas,” The March Warden began slowly. “What I am about to show you will work for both males and females but you will need to adjust the technique.”

Legolas nodded and Haldir continued, “First, you must give her permission to relax and enjoy what I am about to show you. You now know how to make her feel your desire and, with practice you will be able to control it.”

“What are you going to do to her?” Legolas asked curiously. There was obviously more to this than he had imagined!

A strange smile flickered over Haldir’s face. The two lovers looked at each other. Legolas frowned. Annowe’s dark eyes studied them both in silence. Haldir had always obeyed her requests before – even when he knew he could have easily overpowered her and taken her. She had no reason to doubt that he would stop now should she tell him to – especially since Legolas was here.

“I won’t hurt her,” Haldir soothed. “But it will be very intense and intimate and she must know she can enjoy it.”

The Prince sighed, torn between his conflicting emotions.

“Yes. I agree,” he answered softly, kneeling beside her. “Annowe, don’t fight it. I won’t be angry with you for enjoying his touch.” It was the least he could do considering how she had used her self as a bargaining tool for his benefit. And he had benefited handsomely from it thus far!

Haldir could no longer hide his grin of pleasure. “Please indulge me if I enjoy myself a little too much. I’ve waited a very long time for this and I assure you that it will be well worth your while,” he finished and knelt down next to them.

“First, we must make her comfortable,” Haldir said, positioning the cushions so that Annowe’s back was well supported as she reclined against them. Then he parted her knees and placed a cushion under each one so that her tender place was completely exposed to him. He told Legolas to sit next to her so he could touch her and watch what was happening.

Once the March Warden was satisfied with the arrangements, he sat down on the other side of Annowe and began to run his hand over her soft belly and firm thighs as he spoke softly to her. He needed her to relax in order to get the full effect of the pleasure he was about to give her.

“Relax, little one,” he soothed. Then, to Legolas, he said, “This technique you can use with your desire or not. It is your choice. However, until you learn to control your desire, I would suggest that you only do one at a time as it might be a bit overwhelming to her.”

Legolas nodded in understanding.

“I will not use my desire on her this time,” Haldir said. “Legolas, help me soothe her. She is too nervous and anxious for me to begin.”

Obediently, Legolas followed Haldir’s lead, letting his hands gently slide over Annowe’s soft skin. Gradually, she began to relax under their soothing touch and soft words. Their gentle hands quieted her nerves and she sighed deeply, relaxing into the cushions.

Once he felt she was calm enough, Haldir moved to sit between her parted knees and began gently stroking the inside of her thighs and lower belly then leisurely stroked her soft mound of hair. He cast a glance at Legolas who seemed only curious and not threatened.

“Please continue to touch her,” Haldir requested. “But watch me. You will want to do this slowly. Take your time with her and be gentle. She will let you know when to increase your pace. But most of all, you must not give in to your own desire and it will be fierce!” He grinned wickedly.

Legolas nodded but did not reply, his hands continuing to move languidly over Annowe’s soft flesh as she relaxed even more.

Slowly, Haldir’s hands moved closer to her secret place and he smiled in anticipation. He would pleasure her completely – she would scream his name then perhaps he would do the same to Legolas. But he must concentrate on the here and now.

His gentle fingers began to stroke the outer most fold of her secret place and she made a small noise. Legolas watched as Haldir’s fingers caressed her – sometimes gently rubbing the folds between his thumb and forefinger and sometimes just tenderly stroking them with two fingers. He used both hands, concentrating fully on her pleasure alone.

“Just relax, little one,” Haldir soothed as he continued to caress her with his delicate fingers.

Annowe shivered at his gentle touch. She could feel her heart rate increasing but she was surprisingly relaxed as Haldir continued to run his probing fingers over her. His touch was firm yet gentle, tenderly stroking her, gently urging her body to relax. She moaned softly and squeezed Legolas’ hand.

When he was satisfied with the attention he had paid to her outer folds, Haldir moved to massaging her inner folds following the same slow and gentle technique. His delicate fingers lightly stroked her, soothing her and yet making her ache with desire. How could he do such a thing to her? Calm her and yet make her so blissfully aware of her own physical desire? It made no sense but she did not ponder it, concentrating instead on the blissful sensation of Haldir’s soft fingers on her delicate tissue.

“You’re torturing me, Haldir,” Legolas breathed as he watched in fascination. He could tell Annowe was highly aroused although she did not beg or squirm violently. Her body was trembling under his hand and he could hear her heart rate increasing.

The March Warden chuckled as he continued his deliberate stroking of her. “Indeed. But this is for her pleasure, not yours. Remember that, Legolas and she will never forget it.”

Taking a deep breath and willing himself to control his desire for her, Haldir slowly ran one finger down her tender node causing her to gasp sharply then moan and twitch under his touch. Legolas smiled. Annowe closed her eyes and concentrated on Haldir’s gentle caress on her most sensitive spot. So tauntingly gentle and slow making her body hunger for his touch even more.

Just when she thought he could torture her no more he slowly slid one finger into her wetness as he continued to gently rub her sensitive node with his thumb. Annowe moaned again and pressed herself into the cushions. She ached for him and when he began to contract then release his finger inside of her, she could feel a deep tingle stirring within her and gasped. Her body was on fire with desire. Had he stopped his gentle caress, she certainly would have perished.

“Easy little one,” Haldir grinned, never ceasing his pleasuring of her. Gently he took her sensitive node between his thumb and forefinger of his free hand and began to gently massage it, varying his pressure and speed as Annowe gasped and writhed under his fingers. He could feel her swelling with desire as he continued to rub and gently squeeze her tender spot. Her body seemed to have a mind of it’s own and her pelvis rose up to meet his hands as she silently begged for his touch. She never wanted him to stop. If he touched her like that forever, it wouldn’t be long enough. He smiled. Soon she would cry out in pleasure.

“Relax, little one,” he soothed again, easing her pelvis down before returning to massaging her tender flesh. He varied his rhythm and tempo, sometimes rubbing, sometimes gently squeezing and sometimes lightly petting. He used both hands – one finger he kept inside of her, slowly rotating or flexing as his thumb moved over her most sensitive spot. With the other hand he returned to caressing her delicate folds.

She was panting heavily now and she had become quite wet, allowing his fingers to move even more effortlessly over her tender skin. Annowe felt as if her entire being was so very much alive, the fire coursing through her veins. Such pleasure she had never known! Haldir sighed in contentment as he watched her. She was responding exquisitely to his touch, her body writhing in slow time to the rhythm of his hands. It was like a dance that he never wanted to end.

He could see that Legolas was quite hard and his own member was also stiff with desire.

“Would you like to try, Legolas?” Haldir asked softly.

Legolas hesitated – not because he didn’t want to but because he feared he would not be able to control himself. Watching Haldir’s slow and deliberate rhythm on her delicate flesh was torturing him and he doubted if he would be able to control himself for very long before he had to do something to relieve his tension.

“I won’t let you get out of hand,” the older elf smiled, immediately understanding his hesitation.

Wordlessly, Legolas slid next to Haldir and prepared to take over. As Haldir slowly removed his hands from Annowe, Legolas put his in their place. She could feel the difference immediately and was almost disappointed that Haldir had been replaced. The March Warden sat next to her and began to gently stroke her breasts as he encouraged Legolas.

“Easy and slow,” Haldir murmured. “You have all the time in the world. Let her take as long as she wants to come. This is for her pleasure. Yours is later.”

Legolas closed his eyes and listened to her sighs as his fingers ran over her swollen flesh. He wanted inside of her but willed himself not to think of it. There would be plenty of time to enter her later.

“Can I put my mouth on her?” Legolas asked quietly. She was quite wet and he so wanted to taste her again. He wondered what would happen to her if he let his tongue take the place of his fingers.

Haldir grinned wickedly. “Of course! But remember to take it slow and easy. And leave your fingers in her. It will increase her stimulation.”

When he touched the tip of his tongue to her swollen node, Annowe cried out and twitched violently with pleasure. Gently, Haldir restrained her, stroking her hair and soothing her as Legolas continued his slow torture of her. Haldir clenched his jaw at the sight of Legolas between her thighs. He had seen this before in the garden but now he was close enough to watch as the young prince slowly ran his tongue over her and the March Warden moaned softly at the sight, his shaft beginning to ache with need.

Her reaction made Legolas groan with suppressed desire and he closed his eyes even as he continued to gently probe her with his tongue and fingers. His body was aching for hers but he knew Haldir was correct. He had all the time in the world to pleasure her and she would never forget it. He slid one hand up her belly and squeezed her breast as he wrapped his tongue leisurely around her. Annowe gasped and trembled, her body begging him not to stop.

Legolas could feel his body shaking with restraint. He would not be able to take much more of this without going mad with lust. He wanted inside of her. The more she moaned and writhed under his teasing tongue, the more his body ached for her.

“Do you want me to finish her?” Haldir finally asked softly, reaching out to stroke Legolas’ damp hair as he saw the prince’s restraint begin to falter.

“It’s killing me,” Legolas groaned, removing his mouth from her but still letting his fingers gently probe and caress her. “My whole body aches for her.”

“I understand,” Haldir murmured. “It may take you a while to control it.” He moved to take Legolas’ place as the prince moved away.

Annowe hissed when Haldir slid his fingers back into her, his thumb gently rotating against her sensitive nub as she continued to squirm in pleasure. Her breathing was coming in rapid gasps and her features were contorted in blissful agony. She moaned quite loudly and moved her hips in rhythm to Haldir’s fingers. Her body tingled from his touch as desire overrode her senses.

Legolas sat next to her again and took his aching shaft in his hand as he watched the March Warden pleasure Annowe. With his free hand, he reached out and stroked her breasts. He needed inside of her!

How could Haldir stand it? He was going mad with desire! The smell of her, the taste of her, the feel of her under his hands as she moaned and writhed! It was torture!

Legolas continued to stroke his stiff member in an effort to lessen the ache as Haldir continued his steady rhythm against the writhing nymph. When he felt she was finally ready for the ultimate pleasure he could give her, Haldir leaned forward and very gently ran his eager tongue over her.

When he replaced his fingers with his tongue on the nymph, she nearly screamed with pleasure and her body convulsed forcing Haldir to remove his hands from caressing her to hold her still. Legolas closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip as the sound sent a shudder through his already shaking form. She sounded as if she would die from the pleasure Haldir was inflicting upon her.

Haldir moaned and closed his eyes as his tongue began to tease the agonized nymph in earnest. It would not take him long to drive her to climax then he could satisfy himself. He slid two fingers into her and sighed. She was completely in his control now. He could hear her rapid breathing and feel her fingers grasping his hair as his tongue continued to drive her to madness. He moaned again, enjoying the taste of her as her soft cries sounded in his ears. She gasped and hissed his name, begging him for release and he smiled.

As he increased his pressure and rhythm against Annowe, he felt her body begin to tense as she neared climax. When finally took her delicate node between his lips and gently sucked, she did cry out quite loudly and thrashed helplessly on the cushions. He moaned again at the sound of her pleasure and grasped her thigh with his free hand to hold her still. Legolas squeezed his aching shaft as he watched the two of them moaning and writhing in ultimate pleasure and he whined with desire.

With a strangled cry, Annowe’s hips rose from the cushions as the first jolt of climax wracked her form. Haldir grabbed her thighs with both hands as he drank deeply of her, letting her body writhe in unbridled passion. He hissed in pleasure as her soft thighs caressed his cheeks and her fingers gripped tightly in his hair. Legolas moaned at the sight of Haldir’s face between her squirming thighs as she came.

She seemed to go on forever – her body twisting in blissful torment as her agonized cries of pleasure echoed in the treetops. Legolas gasped at the sounds – it was unearthly. He had never heard her cry like that. He whimpered and bit his lip again as he increased his own rhythm, barely opening his eyes to look at Annowe. He could see the tears streaming down her cheeks and her face was contorted in ecstasy as she continued to buck against the cushions. Haldir was moaning with contentment as he held on to her thighs, determined to drain every last bit of pleasure from her body.

Once he succeeded, the March Warden slid up into her, moaning as her swollen canal enveloped him in her wet heat. He had wanted her like this, under him with her small hands clinging to him but this was not the time to indulge that fantasy. No, now was the time to quickly satisfy him self so they could begin again.

Selfishly, Haldir rammed himself into the squirming nymph as her fingers clawed his back and her teeth sank into his collarbone. He moaned again, feeling her soft breasts rubbing his chest. He leaned down and bit her on the neck as her grip tightened on him.

She gasped out his name in surprise as the second wave hit her. Desperately, Haldir smothered her cries with his open mouth as her body convulsed under him. He moaned as she contracted against him, squeezing his already throbbing shaft until he thought he would die of the pleasure. He gasped and thrust himself deeper into her as her hips continued to rhythmically rise and fall against him. When he finally did feel the rush of orgasm flood his senses, he cried out and squeezed her small body to him.

Annowe clutched him frantically, feeling his contractions as his liquid flooded her and his pelvis continued to thrust against her in their own primal rhythm. Haldir gasped again then moaned softly as he emptied himself into her.

Just as their sounds had grown softer, Legolas whimpered with the first tingles of release. Annowe reached out and stroked his back with one hand as Haldir stroked his hair encouragingly. His body was throbbing with need. He wanted Annowe again.

“Move,” the prince demanded huskily, pushing Haldir on the shoulder. Immediately, the March Warden got up so Legolas could slide into Annowe.

With a moan, he drove himself into her and she wrapped her arms around him, kissing his neck and shoulders as her fingernails scraped his bottom. He gasped then hissed into her neck as his body began to tremble.

“Legolas, please!” Annowe begged. “Don’t stop. Harder.”

Haldir placed one large hand on Legolas’ thrusting bottom and pushed him deeper into Annowe. The nymph gasped but Legolas could no longer hold back the floodgates. With a strangled cry, he buried his face in her neck as his body finally released against her. Dazed and panting, he continued to thrust against her involuntarily, relief coursing through his veins.

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