Killing Beauty

Author's note: some really wicked sex at bottom.....not our heroes. Be warned!
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Haldir could not rest, his thoughts constantly turning towards the horsemen and the pass. Walking the barren wind swept hill above Wolf's Lair, the night sky finally free of storm clouds, he could not shake the feeling that something terrible was going to happen. Above him the mountain rose black and forbidding, not a place for woodland elves. And that it continued around Wolf's Lair and stretched off to the east made him think he was trapped in a basin.

The wind mocked him, tossing his hair and cloak with unruly hands. But he paid it no mind. Resting his hand on the pommel of his sword, his concession to security, he wanted more than anything to understand what it was about this land that held sway over Asha's heart. Would she return home with him only to ride out again when the wind whispered its spell? Would he have to clip the wings his lady's swans to keep them from pulling her after them? Why couldn't she be like the others, soft and pliable, content to stay in the wood and be safe? Why did she have to love her freedom more than him?

Finding no answers in either the wind or his own heart, he looked upwards towards the pass. It was still blanketed in snow up high, but the hunters had said that it was starting to thaw down below. He needed to get up there and see for himself what was going on.

Out of the corner of his eye, he detected her coming towards him. Ashva, wrapped warmly in her furs, was walking slowly up the hill.

"You should have stayed in bed," he called to her. "You won't have a place to lay when you return."

"Neither will you," she answered easily.

"I am not tired," he said and looked back up at the ebony shadow looming over them. "I need to get up there."

"We can try it in the morning," she suggested and wrapped her arms around him. Being back with him was like being back with her other half. "I have so missed you," she said as he stroked her hair.

"You should never have left," he gently admonished her.

She chuckled softly and said, "If I had stayed, you would have tired of me. This way you can not grow weary of me."

"You have a poor opinion of me," he said as she raised her lovely face to look at him. "Besides you did not leave because of my actions. You left because that mountain owns more of your heart than I do."

She took a step back and laid her hand over his heart. "You are my heart and my breath. The mountain is my soul."

"I can not compete with a mountain," he said. "One day it will win."

"On that day my heart will stop beating, and the breath will be gone from my body," she gently assured him. Turning her eyes to the dark majesty over head, she said, "I am glad now I did not learn to draw the hurt out of you. You have enough of your own."

"What makes you say that? Have you considered practicing?"

She chuckled and shook her head. "No. I would not intentionally hurt you." Turning back towards the small village, she said, "I am going to see if I can squeeze between your brothers, unless you want to come and move them for me."

He smiled and fell in step beside her. "Checking out the pass tomorrow is a good idea," he said. "Perhaps we can find your wolves while we're up there. Rumil has been worried about them."

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Melann admired his beauty as he slept on his stomach under the light of a single candle. Kalan reminded her so much of As'pa, the long black hair, the strong thighs and calves, the beautiful way his back met his hip. As'pa had tamed him using the touch. Now he was grieving the loss of her son, the loss of the touch. Sitting on the couch beside him, she caressed his lean hips making light circles with her fingers, pulling the sensation out of him until he awoke.

"Don't move," she whispered seductively and allowed her fingers to travel slowly down his spine over his hip and down one strong thigh. She repeated the caress, from the middle of his back, down his spine and over the hip to the other thigh. "Now you may turn over," she purred, drinking in the exquisiteness of the young male. He was as beautiful as the golden one. Brushing the back of her nails over his chest, she imagined the delicious sensations she was pulling out of him. He moaned deeply when she stroked his nipples. But Melann knew something that she hadn't taught As; pa. Lightly caressing Kalan's erection, she brought him s quickly to orgasm that it took his breath.....and then she did it again.

"Bring me the elf alive," she whispered into his ear. "And I will see that you never want again."

Panting, his eyes glazed from passion, he asked, "What of Ashva?"

"Capture the elf and she will follow."