The Teacher

Putting her hands above her head, he held them with one of his while trying to stop her struggles. Seeing that she was about to scream, he covered her mouth with his other hand. Slowly he eased some of his weight off her, hopit wit would ease her struggles.

Suddenly he felt himself grow hard, and she felt him to. She tried to bring her knee up between his legs. Elrond anticipated this reaction, so he forced both of his legs between hers, which only caused her to struggles to increase.

“By the Valar!” thought Elrond, he was getting harder with her struggles. He could not believe he was having this reaction. He had to do something, and quickly.
“Woman!” he shouted. “Stop your struggles and I will release you! Do you understand?”
Slowly she nodded her head. Removing his hand from her mouth he looked into her eyes; never had he seen a deeper blue. He had a sudden desire to kiss away the two small tears he saw forming in them, to calm her trembling lips with his. Looking at her slender neck he could see her pulse still beating rapidly, and further down her breasts heaved from her struggles.

“Please, milord,” she begged, her voice trembling with fear. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“What is your name, child?” he asked. Getting no response, he asked again in a lower voice. “What is your name, please?”

“Penda, milord. My name is Penda.”

“Penda” he said softly, “As I said before, we meant no harm. I will let you get up, but I must warn you, if you try anything like that again you will regret it. Do I make myself clear?” Penda nodded her head. Slowly Elrond rolled off of her and got up, releasing her as he did so. Looking at Glorfindel he said two words, “BATH! NOW!” Glorfindel was going to say something but thought better of it. Elrond offered Penda his hand as she got up, but she refused his help. Walking to her horse she grabbed the reins from Elladan and jumped on his back. Then without another word, she rode off.

Elrond watched her until she was out of sight. Then, turning, he saw that the others were either taking their baths or finishing up. Taking his pack he went down to the lake to do the same.

Glorfindel watched his friend closely, He had seen how the girl’s actions had affected Elrond. He had not seen that look in his friend’s eyes in many years. Elrond had been alone for a long time. It was a shame they would never see young Penda again, he thought, as she could give his friend a good romp in bed.

After bathing, Elrond busied himself, redressing the wounds of the injured Elves. An hour later they were back on the road, having decided to eat their noon meal and refill their water bags before they left the lake. No one said anything about the girl until Glorfindel brought her up. He wanted to see what Elrond’s reaction would be.

“Our young lady was a feisty thing,” he said, “A wildcat with the voice of a songbird.”

“Did you see her eyes?” asked Elladan. “blue, deep as the ocean.”
“And her hair,” piped in Elrohir. “How I would love to wrap my hands in it.”

“I can only imagine the things that she could do with that mouth.” Glorfindel continued, “and that lovely little back side just the right size for a lusty Elf’s hands to cling to, and her breasts, made for a babe to suckle on…”

“Or a grown elf,” said Amros. Everyone agreed with him.

“Ahh, the things that could be done with that one,” Glorfindel said.
“It will take a strong man to tame that little wildcat” said Elrond. He chuckled as he rubbed his cheek. Everyone else laughed too, agreeing with him.

The group grew quiet after that, each lost in his own reverie. Elrond couldn’t help but think of the girl. She had stirred up desires in him that had long ago died.

Although spending a few days with her would be a pleasant experience and leave plenty of memories to last a life time, he did not believe she was the type of female who would do such a thing. No, she was too proud, she would give herself only to one man, and what a lucky man he would be.

“Penda” he thought, wan uan unusual name. He thought of how she rode the stallion, no saddle, just a blanket across his back, her long legs clinging to it’s sides. He wondered how it would feel to have her legs wrapped around him as she rode him hard. His hands grasping her bottom, encouraging her to move harder and faster. His mouth sucking on her nipples; her hair falling around both of them like a red satin veil, until they met their peaks together, then her collapsing into his arms, as their hearts slowed to a normal rhythm.

Elrond groaned, louder than he thought, as he saw Glorfindel look over at him. He shifted in his saddle, readjusting the front of his leggings that had suddenly become very tight. “I must stop thinking of her or I will not be able to get off this horse,” he thought to himself. Glorfindel smile to himself. He knew what his friend needed. He would have to make arrangements for some female entertainment for Elrond and himself when they returned home. Perhaps, he could convince Elrond to stop in Bree. He was sure they could find a human girl who would be more than happy to spend time with them.