Celeborn's Nine - Riders of the Night
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
88
Views:
9,338
Reviews:
155
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Reconnect
yeah, I know............short chapter
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Haldir hated to move, his shoulder still grinding in a way that sent electrical shocks through him, but he couldn't stand not having Tiger touch him. And she seemed content to snuggle against his good shoulder and not move too much. He knew if she were an elleth or a mortal woman, she would want to talk, want to discuss what had happened between them, but did a jinn tiger even ponder the past? Or would talking be too painful for her? And what had happened to her cub? Their cub? Was it a cub or elfkind?
"Tiger," he ventured hesitantly, "what happened to the cub?"
Tiger got very still. She had not thought about Cub for many days now. Still she missed him. "Cub died," she finally answered.
"I am sorry," he said and stroked the top of her tawny head with his good hand. As stupid as it sounded, he needed to know what Cub had looked like. "What did Cub look like, Tiger?"
"You," she answered tonelessly and lowered her head to his thigh, her body curled up beside him. She didn't like talking about Cub. Master kept stroking her head, and she liked that. She rubbed her face against the bed covers and purred softly, the sound coming from her throat sounding more like a moan than a purr, but she was back with her Master, and she loved him. BUt something was nagging at her. Rising to her knees, getting close to his face, almost nose to nose, she asked, "Why did you stop loving Tiger?"
He drew back a little and said, "I never stopped loving Tiger."
"You wanted Tiger to be tiger. You were loving that woman," she said accusingly.
"There is no excuse for what I did," he admitted, "but that didn't mean I didn't love Tiger."
"That woman hates you," Tiger informed him. "Will you hate me, too?"
"No, no," he assured her. "Master was not kind to that woman; that is why she hates me." It was hard to tell if Tiger was reassured or not. She settled back on the bed, her head on his thigh.
Suddenly she was sitting up again, her face close to his. "Does Master still love Tiger?"
"Master has always loved Tiger." Clasping her by the back of the head, he brought her lips to his. Tiger loved kissing him and eagerly parted her lips for him. She could spend all day savoring his mouth if he would let her.
"Does Master want Tiger to please him?" she asked breathlessly and had to have another kiss before letting him speak.
"Master's too sore to please Tiger," he answered honestly, although the thought of her mouth on his body sent a bolt of pleasure to his groin.
Tiger moved so she was looking right into his eyes. "That is not what Tiger asked," she said and then claimed his mouth again. She gently bit his lower lip, her eyes on his. There was desire in Master's silver blue eyes. Tiger wanted to love him, wanted him to feel good.
Kissing his throat always thrilled Tiger in a way she could not explain to Master. The pulse was strong here, the life essence just below her lips. When she had been more jinn tiger this was where she had grabbed her prey to take the life from it. Master's life throbbed just beneath her lips.
He lay back on the pillows, his body open for her caresses and kisses. She was gentle, oh so very gentle when she rubbed her face across his breast. Master smelled of horse and leather and his own unique scent, and Master tasted wonderful. He moaned softly as she rose over him and closed her mouth over his left nipple. She loved the way he flexed his muscle beneath her lips, and she could feel the heat rising in him.
He was hot and his skin smelled delicious as she ran her face over his abdomen. She licked her way down to his navel, and he squirmed with passion, but nothing pleased Master more than when she ran her face along his erection and then took it in her mouth and suckled him. She knew how to draw out the sensations, make them last for an indefinate length of time. Master watched her with burning eyes. There was no hurry, and Tiger prolonged it as long as she could.
She lay between his legs and paused from her ministrations to rub her head along his thighs. This as torture for him, and he told her so. Tiger smiled and reclaimed her Master. This time she stayed with him until he arched his back and spilled his seed into her mouth. Tiger smiled and licked him clean. Then she returned to her place at his side.
Haldir knew he should have stopped her; he could have really hurt himself. Oh but it had felt good.
"Tiger," he said when his breath came back, "I really missed you."
Tiger smiled.
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Haldir hated to move, his shoulder still grinding in a way that sent electrical shocks through him, but he couldn't stand not having Tiger touch him. And she seemed content to snuggle against his good shoulder and not move too much. He knew if she were an elleth or a mortal woman, she would want to talk, want to discuss what had happened between them, but did a jinn tiger even ponder the past? Or would talking be too painful for her? And what had happened to her cub? Their cub? Was it a cub or elfkind?
"Tiger," he ventured hesitantly, "what happened to the cub?"
Tiger got very still. She had not thought about Cub for many days now. Still she missed him. "Cub died," she finally answered.
"I am sorry," he said and stroked the top of her tawny head with his good hand. As stupid as it sounded, he needed to know what Cub had looked like. "What did Cub look like, Tiger?"
"You," she answered tonelessly and lowered her head to his thigh, her body curled up beside him. She didn't like talking about Cub. Master kept stroking her head, and she liked that. She rubbed her face against the bed covers and purred softly, the sound coming from her throat sounding more like a moan than a purr, but she was back with her Master, and she loved him. BUt something was nagging at her. Rising to her knees, getting close to his face, almost nose to nose, she asked, "Why did you stop loving Tiger?"
He drew back a little and said, "I never stopped loving Tiger."
"You wanted Tiger to be tiger. You were loving that woman," she said accusingly.
"There is no excuse for what I did," he admitted, "but that didn't mean I didn't love Tiger."
"That woman hates you," Tiger informed him. "Will you hate me, too?"
"No, no," he assured her. "Master was not kind to that woman; that is why she hates me." It was hard to tell if Tiger was reassured or not. She settled back on the bed, her head on his thigh.
Suddenly she was sitting up again, her face close to his. "Does Master still love Tiger?"
"Master has always loved Tiger." Clasping her by the back of the head, he brought her lips to his. Tiger loved kissing him and eagerly parted her lips for him. She could spend all day savoring his mouth if he would let her.
"Does Master want Tiger to please him?" she asked breathlessly and had to have another kiss before letting him speak.
"Master's too sore to please Tiger," he answered honestly, although the thought of her mouth on his body sent a bolt of pleasure to his groin.
Tiger moved so she was looking right into his eyes. "That is not what Tiger asked," she said and then claimed his mouth again. She gently bit his lower lip, her eyes on his. There was desire in Master's silver blue eyes. Tiger wanted to love him, wanted him to feel good.
Kissing his throat always thrilled Tiger in a way she could not explain to Master. The pulse was strong here, the life essence just below her lips. When she had been more jinn tiger this was where she had grabbed her prey to take the life from it. Master's life throbbed just beneath her lips.
He lay back on the pillows, his body open for her caresses and kisses. She was gentle, oh so very gentle when she rubbed her face across his breast. Master smelled of horse and leather and his own unique scent, and Master tasted wonderful. He moaned softly as she rose over him and closed her mouth over his left nipple. She loved the way he flexed his muscle beneath her lips, and she could feel the heat rising in him.
He was hot and his skin smelled delicious as she ran her face over his abdomen. She licked her way down to his navel, and he squirmed with passion, but nothing pleased Master more than when she ran her face along his erection and then took it in her mouth and suckled him. She knew how to draw out the sensations, make them last for an indefinate length of time. Master watched her with burning eyes. There was no hurry, and Tiger prolonged it as long as she could.
She lay between his legs and paused from her ministrations to rub her head along his thighs. This as torture for him, and he told her so. Tiger smiled and reclaimed her Master. This time she stayed with him until he arched his back and spilled his seed into her mouth. Tiger smiled and licked him clean. Then she returned to her place at his side.
Haldir knew he should have stopped her; he could have really hurt himself. Oh but it had felt good.
"Tiger," he said when his breath came back, "I really missed you."
Tiger smiled.