La Belle Dame Sans Merci
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Adult +
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5
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Come to Me
“Come to me, my Precious.”
And with those words, she first awakened into full awareness.
She had been distantly aware of events around her while quiescent upon His hand. In this somnolent state, her only thoughts were of Himurinuring her repose, she laid down metallic tendrils piercing through the flesh of his fair form and into his true being. It was on this deeper level they communed with one another.
After the calling forth, she looked at her surroundings through the eyes of her Beloved. They stood in a room in front of a full length mirror. Greedily her borrowed set of eyes drank in the majestic sight of Him.
He was garbed in robes of crimson and golden hair fell upon his brow. Their eyes were the glorious brown of the trunks of the Two Trees he had once gazed upon in his former home. There was no flaw to his features, but that was to be expected of one created by Illúvatar himself. And upon his finely shaped hand she rested – a band of gold.
“Come to me, my Precious,” he said again.
She felt a quickening of the very motes of her being in response to the call of his entrancing voice.
“Heed my call and clothe yourself in flesh.”
What shall I look like, my Beloved? She spoke silently for she had no mouth yet by which to speak.
“Look inside my mind, for my consciousness is yours as well. Pluck out an image and mold yourself into it.”
She reached out and rifled through his mind until she found an image pleasing to them.
As she looked at the two of them standing in front of the mirror, he smiled. “You will be beautiful indeed in that form.” Walking over to the bed, he laid his palm down upon the covers. “Concentrate upon the image within our mind as you shape your ring bound form into that of the woman you will become.”
The sound of his voice murmuring soft words of encouragement was a comfort during the transformation. At first, it was a gradual loosening, then stretching of the bonds of her being. Then there was a momentary stab of fear she would be utterly lost as the hard confines of her being reshaped itself into a new form. She felt herself slipping off his finger and on to the bed.
The wonder of not being a ring was replaced by the fear of no longer being attached to Him. As she lay on the bed naked and afraid, she would have reverted back to the comforting simplicity of her original form, but He stopped her.
“I am with you, Precious,” He said as he sat down upon the bed and grasped her hand.
The reassuring feel of His touch calmed her. She rested upon the bed and wondered how her new form could be considered truly beautiful when it did not have the unity of being possessed by a ring.
Sensing her fright and confusion, He smoothed his other hand over her body to allay her fears.
“Lovely indeed you are, Precious, for the different symmetry of the human form has its own set of charms. It is the form in which we can have a physical impact upon our environment.”
She lifted up an arm and gazed upon herself. Her skin lacked the luster it once had, but retained a golden shimmer.
“Gold is known for its durable and malleable nature. The Dwarves of Khazâd-Dûm make great use of this particular property. The thinnest of gold leaf adorns the ceilings of their underground halls. It looks as if the rays of Anar have been captured in order to ward off the darkness.”
He lifted up her hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of her palm. “And you, my golden one, combine the best of that which is gold and woman.”
Her Beloved stood up and took off his robes of crimson. She looked upon his nakedness and was pleased with what she beheld. He lay down next to her and pressed himself up against the length of her body. Making use of her hands for the first time, she gently traced the contours of his face to memorize them. When she returned once again to her form as a ring, she would be able to take with her the image of his countenance.
Placing his hand upon the spot where a heart would have beat to carry her life’s blood forth throughout her body, he said, “You are lovely, but hard to the touch. In order to truly appreciate the gift of your new form, you must be able to feel the world around you.”
As she lay quietly waiting for his next command, she gazed into his eyes and marveled at feeling of the warmth of his body.
“Stretch out of the topmost layer of your form so that it more closely resembles skin.”
She closed her eyes and concentrated once more on changing the composition of her body. A gasp of pleasure fell from her lips as she truly felt the silk of the coverlet against her back and the sensation of feeling her hair touching her body. It was the most sensuous of feelings to feel His touch upon her in a different way. Before she had surrounded his flesh and had only been able to feel the touch of his body in a distant way. This new found way of being touched and stroked by His hands was intoxicating.
“Skin is a marvelous thing, my Precious, and something we that beings without bodies such as us are able to enjoy.”
Lowering his golden head, he kissed her. It was a kiss holding the wonderment of seeing ones cherished creation come to life. “What can you feel now?”
“I feel your touch upon me, my Beloved.”
“And does it please you?”
“Yes.”
“You know what I will expect when you are stronger.
His touch grew more intimate as he first touched her between her legs and then gently breeched her passage with a finger. He allowed her to get used to this new type of touch for a moment before he mimicked what he planned to do with his manhood. She felt the slow unfurling of desire within her womb at the thought of communing on yet another level with her Beloved.
“You wish to make love.”
“And love it shall be. Not the frantic couplings of mortals with flesh bound carcasses stinking of death. Nor will it be like the mental and physical connection shared between elleth and ellon. What we shall have will be the pure and all encompassing love that is like a band of gold with no beginning and no end.
“We are one.”
“My hopes and dreams made flesh.”
“As well as all the dark and terrible hungers residing within you. I have seen your heart and know what you truly desire from me.”
And with those words, they fell silent. Though of two bodies, they lay together as of one mind and were at peace.
And with those words, she first awakened into full awareness.
She had been distantly aware of events around her while quiescent upon His hand. In this somnolent state, her only thoughts were of Himurinuring her repose, she laid down metallic tendrils piercing through the flesh of his fair form and into his true being. It was on this deeper level they communed with one another.
After the calling forth, she looked at her surroundings through the eyes of her Beloved. They stood in a room in front of a full length mirror. Greedily her borrowed set of eyes drank in the majestic sight of Him.
He was garbed in robes of crimson and golden hair fell upon his brow. Their eyes were the glorious brown of the trunks of the Two Trees he had once gazed upon in his former home. There was no flaw to his features, but that was to be expected of one created by Illúvatar himself. And upon his finely shaped hand she rested – a band of gold.
“Come to me, my Precious,” he said again.
She felt a quickening of the very motes of her being in response to the call of his entrancing voice.
“Heed my call and clothe yourself in flesh.”
What shall I look like, my Beloved? She spoke silently for she had no mouth yet by which to speak.
“Look inside my mind, for my consciousness is yours as well. Pluck out an image and mold yourself into it.”
She reached out and rifled through his mind until she found an image pleasing to them.
As she looked at the two of them standing in front of the mirror, he smiled. “You will be beautiful indeed in that form.” Walking over to the bed, he laid his palm down upon the covers. “Concentrate upon the image within our mind as you shape your ring bound form into that of the woman you will become.”
The sound of his voice murmuring soft words of encouragement was a comfort during the transformation. At first, it was a gradual loosening, then stretching of the bonds of her being. Then there was a momentary stab of fear she would be utterly lost as the hard confines of her being reshaped itself into a new form. She felt herself slipping off his finger and on to the bed.
The wonder of not being a ring was replaced by the fear of no longer being attached to Him. As she lay on the bed naked and afraid, she would have reverted back to the comforting simplicity of her original form, but He stopped her.
“I am with you, Precious,” He said as he sat down upon the bed and grasped her hand.
The reassuring feel of His touch calmed her. She rested upon the bed and wondered how her new form could be considered truly beautiful when it did not have the unity of being possessed by a ring.
Sensing her fright and confusion, He smoothed his other hand over her body to allay her fears.
“Lovely indeed you are, Precious, for the different symmetry of the human form has its own set of charms. It is the form in which we can have a physical impact upon our environment.”
She lifted up an arm and gazed upon herself. Her skin lacked the luster it once had, but retained a golden shimmer.
“Gold is known for its durable and malleable nature. The Dwarves of Khazâd-Dûm make great use of this particular property. The thinnest of gold leaf adorns the ceilings of their underground halls. It looks as if the rays of Anar have been captured in order to ward off the darkness.”
He lifted up her hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of her palm. “And you, my golden one, combine the best of that which is gold and woman.”
Her Beloved stood up and took off his robes of crimson. She looked upon his nakedness and was pleased with what she beheld. He lay down next to her and pressed himself up against the length of her body. Making use of her hands for the first time, she gently traced the contours of his face to memorize them. When she returned once again to her form as a ring, she would be able to take with her the image of his countenance.
Placing his hand upon the spot where a heart would have beat to carry her life’s blood forth throughout her body, he said, “You are lovely, but hard to the touch. In order to truly appreciate the gift of your new form, you must be able to feel the world around you.”
As she lay quietly waiting for his next command, she gazed into his eyes and marveled at feeling of the warmth of his body.
“Stretch out of the topmost layer of your form so that it more closely resembles skin.”
She closed her eyes and concentrated once more on changing the composition of her body. A gasp of pleasure fell from her lips as she truly felt the silk of the coverlet against her back and the sensation of feeling her hair touching her body. It was the most sensuous of feelings to feel His touch upon her in a different way. Before she had surrounded his flesh and had only been able to feel the touch of his body in a distant way. This new found way of being touched and stroked by His hands was intoxicating.
“Skin is a marvelous thing, my Precious, and something we that beings without bodies such as us are able to enjoy.”
Lowering his golden head, he kissed her. It was a kiss holding the wonderment of seeing ones cherished creation come to life. “What can you feel now?”
“I feel your touch upon me, my Beloved.”
“And does it please you?”
“Yes.”
“You know what I will expect when you are stronger.
His touch grew more intimate as he first touched her between her legs and then gently breeched her passage with a finger. He allowed her to get used to this new type of touch for a moment before he mimicked what he planned to do with his manhood. She felt the slow unfurling of desire within her womb at the thought of communing on yet another level with her Beloved.
“You wish to make love.”
“And love it shall be. Not the frantic couplings of mortals with flesh bound carcasses stinking of death. Nor will it be like the mental and physical connection shared between elleth and ellon. What we shall have will be the pure and all encompassing love that is like a band of gold with no beginning and no end.
“We are one.”
“My hopes and dreams made flesh.”
“As well as all the dark and terrible hungers residing within you. I have seen your heart and know what you truly desire from me.”
And with those words, they fell silent. Though of two bodies, they lay together as of one mind and were at peace.