Strange Allies

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“You’re not doing that thing to me,” Annowe murmured in surprise after she had sat in his arms until nightfall.

“No, I thought perhaps you might be weary of it,” Haldir admitted. It was just the two of them and if she chose to remain faithful to the Prince of Mirkwood he would not be offended.

“Oh,” she replied.

“Are you disappointed? Would you like me to do it again?” He asked mischievously, causing her to giggle.

“No. But it’s not like you to not press your advantage. Especially on me,” she laughed.

Gently, he stroked her hair. “But it is not I that has the advantage, Annowe,” he murmured.

“Well I certainly don’t have it!” She snorted softly and raised her head to look at him.

Haldir raised one eyebrow questioningly. “I beg to differ with you, little one. You do have the advantage, you are just not aware of it,” he replied.

She frowned, considering his hint. “Can I do something like that? Is that what you mean?”

“Indeed you can. I think you know what to do if you would like to try,” he challenged.

“What makes you think that I can do such a thing?” She asked curiously.

“Because you’ve done it before. Even Legolas said as much. He said that he could feel it when you were near him even though he could not see or smell you,” Haldir reminded her.

She considered this for a few minutes before she spoke again. “What will happen to you if I try this? I cannot control my desire like you can so I may not know how to stop it if you want me to,” she warned him.

The March Warden chuckled deeply. “And this should frighten me why?” He teased.

She laughed but did not reply. Should he be frightened? Should she?

“Perhaps I should request some compensation for allowing you to use me in such a selfish manner,” he grinned.

Annowe grunted in disgust. “It’s just terrible the way I use you, isn’t it?” She agreed sourly.

He chuckled and pulled her closer. “Yes, it is,” he purred against her neck. “It’s despicable.”

She giggled. “Well, let’s see if I can be as odious as you, then, shall we?” She grinned wolfishly.

Drawing in a deep breath and concentrating, Annowe tried to make her self want Haldir. After a few moments, he began to chuckle.

“No, no, you’re trying too hard,” he chided her gently. “You’re trying to entice me, not curse me!”

She laughed. “How do you know?”

His grin faded slightly. “You’re not supposed to be cursing me. I thought we were passed that,” he sighed heavily.

She laughed again. “We are. I think. Tell me how to do it again,” she demanded eagerly.

“Gently. Think about what you would like to do to me. Take your time. It may take you a few tries before you can feel it,” he encouraged her.

Annowe sighed and closed her eyes, hoping it would help her concentrate. She thought of her hands running slowly over his smooth skin, lightly scratching his back as she slid her tongue between his pink parted lips. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

“Anything yet?” She questioned.

He chuckled. “I think you are too eager. Relax. It’s not a race.”

She tried again, this time not concentrating so hard on his pleasure but more on hers. How good his large gentle hands felt as he cupped her breast. The taste of his lips on hers and the feel of his skin caressing her. She sighed softly.

“That is it,” Haldir murmured encouragingly. “The more you do it the easier it will become.”

“Do it to me a little and let me feel it again,” she requested. “Then stop and let me try it back on you.”

He gently stroked her cheek with one finger, remembering the feel of her small hands clinging to his shoulders as she cried out against his neck. He smiled as he felt her begin to quiver against him. “Yes, that is it. Do you feel it now?” He whispered.

“Yes, now let me try,” she said.

Laying her head against his shoulder, she remembered the feel of his beautiful skin on hers as he held her close. Yes, that was it! She could almost feel his soft lips against hers as his hands cupped her generous bottom. Slowly, she reached out and smoothed his hair over his shoulder then ran her fingers lightly over his neck. Haldir shivered.

“Yes, like that,” he reassured her. “Soon you will not need to physically touch me but don’t stop. I like it.”

“Don’t stop doing that or don’t stop touching you?” She questioned softly, raising her head to look at him.

“Both,” he replied.

“Take off your tunic,” she requested.

“Are you certain you want to continue this? I won’t want to stop you,” he warned gently.

“Do you want to stop me now?” She asked coyly, her finger lightly stroking his neck.

He chuckled softly. “Oh, no, little one, I’ve waited a long time for this. I would not stop you if Sauron himself were attacking Lothlorien!”

She giggled. For all his vanity and haughtiness he certainly knew how to make her blush like a child.

“Very well, then,” she grinned. “Shall we continue?”

“Indeed,” he replied and slipped his tunic off.

Taking a deep breath, Annowe remembered all of the times that Haldir had tortured her. It was time to give him a taste of it, if she could do it and she was determined to give it her best try.

“Haldir,” she whispered, placing her hand on his opposite cheek and gently pulling his ear closer to her lips. “I want this.”

The March Warden shivered at her words. He was a fool for teaching her such a thing, she would certainly use it against him but he did not care. He wanted her to use it on him. He needed to know if she could overwhelm his senses and unleash his desire.

His hand squeezed her thigh as her lips gently sucked his ear lobe and her fingers clinched in his hair. He could feel her warm breath on his neck and closed his eyes as she continued to delicately caress his trembling bare skin.

Slowly, her hand traced his opposite shoulder as she gently kissed his neck. “Can you feel it now?” She asked softly, trying to concentrate fully on the tingling that was coursing through her body.

“Yes, slightly. But do not be discouraged,” he replied gently. “You are learning quickly.” More quickly than he would have liked. She would be an absolute terror when she did come to fully realize her power. And it would be his fault!

Her hand moved over his collarbone and stroked his broad chest and she moaned against his neck between tantalizing kisses. It was her turn now to enjoy and torture him and she would do everything to him that he had done to her and more.

“Yes, so lithe and strong,” she murmured appreciatively, petting his supple muscles, feeling his inherent strength. “You could take me if you wanted, yes?”

“Yes,” he agreed quietly, flexing for her as he enjoyed the feel of her small hands on him. She made him feel so powerful and splendid and he craved her touch and flattering words.

“But you don’t want to. Not yet,” she whispered teasingly against his throat, breathing in his scent as her hands continued their gentle caress. “Not quite yet.”

He closed his eyes. Yes, she would torture him and he would let her. Nay, he would encourage her to drive him to the edge of his reason. It had been so very long since any other creature could instill such desire in him. “Not yet,” he murmured.

“Do you want to kiss me, wicked one?” She asked against the corner of his mouth, letting her lips barely touch him.

“Yes,” he answered, opening his eyes to look at her.

“Then kiss me, wicked one,” she breathed against his lips. “Kiss me and make me remember how vile and odious you are!”

He did kiss her – he kissed her like he had always wanted to – with reckless abandon. He pressed his lips firmly against hers and thrust his tongue into her mouth, crushing her small body to him as one hand held the back of her head tightly. He closed his eyes and moaned in his chest as she eagerly returned his kiss and wiggled in his lap, her arms eagerly encircling him.

“Yes, how do you like it now?” She purred when he finally loosened his grip on her allowing her to pull back from him.

He did not answer her and she slid forward on his lap then turned to face him, straddling his muscular thighs before roughly covering his half parted lips with her own. Haldir groaned, feeling her desire nearly slap him in the face. One of her small hands gripped the back of his head as the other ran teasingly over his bare skin. She squirmed toward him and pushed her breasts against his chest then broke their kiss to whisper seductively in his ear. He could feel his resolve slowly begin to fade as she continued to tease him.

“Do you want me, wicked one?” She murmured, lightly scratching his back. “Tell me you want me.”

When he didn’t answer, she stuck the tip of her tongue in his ear and he whined, squeezing her tightly. “I want you,” he hissed trembling with pent up passion.

“Do you want me like this?” She asked softly and thrust her pelvis forward against his bulging trousers, tightening her thighs against his hips and sliding her arms around his neck. She slowly kissed his jaw line as he groaned, feeling her body writhe in his arms. How he wanted to take her but seemed unable to act upon the urge.

“Annowe,” he hissed, gripping her bottom and thrusting her to him again. It felt so good to be between her strong thighs. Slowly, she locked her ankles behind his pelvis, securing her firmly against his tightening trousers. His hands fumbled for the edge of her tunic and before she knew what was happening, he had it pulled up and she let him remove it.

His eager hands ran over her breasts and he pulled her back so he could look at her naked torso.

“I will have you, daughter of Ulmo,” he threatened quietly.

She grinned wickedly and his resolve faltered at the look in her eyes. She was the predator now and he the prey. As if sensing his hesitation, she leaned forward slightly and began to walk her fingers deliberately up the middle of his broad chest as her grin grew larger and she leaned closer to him, purring softly and breathing in his scent.

“Somebody’s as nervous as an elfling,” she teased, kissing his neck and letting her hand roam seductively over his quivering skin, moving teasingly lower on his body, fingers lightly stroking his hard nipples before stopping to rub his solid abdomen appreciatively.

He could not answer her. As much as he wanted her to cease teasing him, he also wanted her to continue. He longed to hear her soft voice in his ear as her small hands caressed his eager skin. She knew exactly what to say to him and where to touch him to enflame his latent desire for her even more.

She sighed softly and began to kiss a leisurely pattern down his chest. Her teeth raked over his nipple and Haldir moaned quite loudly in pleasure at the sensation. She chuckled then gently squeezed the bulge in his trousers as her tongue flickered over his nipple causing him to moan again. She wanted him inside of her but not yet. Not until he was ready to scream.

“Yes, just like that,” she murmured in satisfaction as she moved back up in his lap and slowly ground her hips against his. He hissed softly, feeling her soft lips and wet tongue eagerly trace the outline of his shoulders and chest. He had grown painfully stiff and ached to slide his throbbing shaft into her.

Wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her so tightly he thought he must crush her, he smothered her teasing tongue with his own. This only made her more ardent in her desire, scratching his shoulders and thrusting her pelvis rhythmically against him as her tongue entwined with his.

“Tell me you want me,” she demanded breathlessly, her tongue licking the corner of his mouth.

With a low moan he replied, “I want you!” He gripped her thighs and jerked her forward so he could press his aching crotch against her, running one hand over her back as the other cupped her full bottom. He felt her small fingers slide down the back of his trousers and lightly tickle the base of his spine as her lips moved over his neck then to his shoulder, nipping and kissing his eager skin all the while.

“Do you want inside of me?” She murmured as her lips kissed the tender spot behind his ear lobe.

Haldir hissed and squeezed her tighter. She was merciless but he did not want her to stop. No, he wanted her to take him, to overpower his senses and claim his desire. He needed to her take him.

“I want inside of you,” he breathed against her hair, relishing the scent of it. “I need inside of you.” If she did not take him he would scream!

Annowe nuzzled his neck as her fingers ran lightly over his broad shoulder, making his skin flicker slightly. “Mmmm, yes,” she replied. “I need you inside of me. But not yet. Not yet.”

Oh, not quite yet! She grinned to herself. He would beg! Yes, he would! She had not forgotten how he had made her beg and she was determined to repay him in kind. Deliberately she slid her hand to his trousers and gently pulled the drawstring, loosening the waistband.

His eyes met hers and she grinned wickedly at him, trying her best to throw her desire on to him. She was not sure if it was working or not but was not too concerned as she was completely enjoying torturing her former tormentor. The drowsy yet hungry look in his eyes was enough to encourage her to continue.

“I will take you, wicked one,” she murmured to him as her fingers slid farther down his trousers, gently stroking his delicate hair. “I will take you.”

In one swift motion, he pulled her hands from his trousers and jerked her forward, sinking his teeth into her shoulder as he splayed his hands over her back, pressing her tightly to him. He could feel the firm swell of her breasts against his chest and feel her desire pushing insistently against him as he fervently kissed his way to her parted lips. He moaned softly as his mouth covered hers, silently cursing himself for teaching her such a thing. He was a fool!

“Yes,” he sighed between desperate kisses to her neck and lips, one hand finding the drawstring in her trousers and loosening them. He wanted inside of her. He wanted to thrust recklessly against her small body, driving the ache from him until he lay exhausted and spent on top of her. Her quiet teasing voice in his ear, her soft skin against his, the smell of her hair and skin made him ache for her. It had been a very long time since he had hungered so fiercely for another creature to release his desire.

“Do you want me to take you, wicked one?” She murmured against his neck, completely undisturbed by his raging desire. Her fingers moved down the back of his arms, stroking his supple muscles as he continued to quiver at her touch. She seemed to know exactly where and how to touch him to make his body weak with desire. Why, oh why had he ever said anything to her about that trick?

He shivered. “Yes,” he admitted hoarsely against her throat. Haldir closed his eyes and moaned as he clutched her to him. Yes, he wanted her to take him! Her desire was nearly suffocating him but he could not bring himself to stop her. Why would he want to stop her? She was merciless and he deserved her teasing and more.

“Then say it,” she urged, tweaking his nipple. “Beg me to take you. Beg me as I begged you,” she demanded, squeezing him tightly and breathing in his ear. She wanted him to beg. He deserved to beg and beg again for all the horrible things he had done to her.

Every instinct told him to resist. He would beg for no one, not even her. He was the wicked March Warden after all not some weak elfling! But when he felt her small hand slide into his trousers and firmly grasp his aching shaft as another slap of her desire hit him unexpectedly he could no longer fight her.

“Annowe,” he moaned desperately. “Please! Take me!” His fingers dug into her back as his lips roughly met hers and she smiled in wicked triumph, not even bothering to return his kiss.

His hands fumbled for her trousers and she let him remove them before shoving him backwards so he was flat on his back. With eyes glittering hungrily, she ripped his trousers to his knees. Anxiously, he struggled to remove them completely but did not succeed before Annowe straddled his waist and began to ease her self back on to his erect shaft.

Haldir immediately forgot about his trousers and grasped her thighs, moaning deeply with supreme pleasure as he slid farther into her. He closed his eyes and gasped in relief as he sank deeper and deeper into her willing body. The sensation of her wet heat enveloping his aching shaft was nearly overwhelming to him.

“Yes,” he hissed, struggling to bring his raging need under control and losing.

Annowe’s small hands splayed over his solid abdomen as she began to thrust slowly against him, enjoying his every hiss and gasp of pleasure. She moaned happily, closing her eyes and grinding her hips selfishly against him for her own delight. He felt so good inside of her and she was controlling his pleasure for once. It was his body now begging for hers and she sighed contentedly at the thought.

Haldir gasped and moaned, his tortured body racing toward climax. She had teased him heartlessly and he had enjoyed every minute of it, needing her to take him. Indeed, she had again proven her self worthy of his desire.

At a particularly loud hiss, she opened her eyes to watch him. She grinned shamelessly as the blissfully tormented expressions flickered over his elegant features with each thrust of her pelvis. She wanted to hold him there, like that, his body tortured with ecstasy until she grew weary of his pleas for mercy. Purposefully, she would thrust against him quite hard then completely stop just to listen to his gasps.

It was a strange yet wonderful sensation to him to have someone controlling his pleasure. Annowe was selfishly using his body for her own delight and he did not care! No! He did not! As long as she continued to use him so splendidly, she could do whatever she wanted to him and he would not stop her. The raging desire screaming through his veins, the growing warmth in his loins made him want her that much more.

“Beg me, wicked one!” She suddenly demanded, immediately stopping her thrusting and tweaking his nipple vengefully.

Haldir whined and thrust himself up to her, grasping her thighs to hold her in place. She could not stop now! His body was quivering on the brink, pleading to abandon all restraint but he could not without her permission. “Please,” he hissed. “Release me!”

Instantly, she obeyed, thrusting him so deeply inside of her that he thought he would scream at the intensity of it. Haldir gasped loudly then bit his lip in a futile effort to hold back his climax as he felt it welling up inside of him, overpowering his senses.

Sensing his distress, she thrust more rapidly against him, grinning broadly at his predicament as he moaned and twisted helplessly under her. “It serves you right,” she told him relishing the control she had over his pleasure.

“Yes,” he breathed, writhing under her as the warmth flooded through him. “Yes! Serves me right.”

When the first wave of orgasm ripped through him, Haldir arched his back and cried out, grasping tightly to Annowe’s thighs as he came, his flaxen hair tangling in the grass. She continued to thrust against him as he convulsed under her, his body writhing in supreme pleasure. His handsome features were contorted in bliss and she watched him in fascination as he continued to contract inside of her, his hips rising and falling in their own involuntary rhythm under her.

He breath came in low moaning gasps as he rode out the waves of pleasure, his fingers digging into her thighs. She smiled in satisfaction. She had conquered the wicked March Warden. She had made him beg and held his pleasure in her hands and would never forget the look on his face as he writhed helplessly under her. Yes, they were even now but Annowe knew it would not last. Not for long.

As his climax slowly subsided, Haldir reached forward and pulled Annowe down on top of him, clutching her small body tenderly to his still shaking form. She had taken him, taken him like no creature had done in hundreds, perhaps thousands of years.

He sighed in contentment as her soft lips lightly caressed his damp neck. He was a fool to teach her such a thing and an even bigger fool to let her go. He closed his eyes and willed himself not to think of the future. There was only the here and now.

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