Nan Elmoth Diaries - Maeglin

Picking Berries

"Watch out for the single ones. They are not edible. There must be three or four on each little twig." The young wood elf tried to explain to Maeglin which berries he should take. Two days ago many of the elves had sat out into the forest to gather lingon-, black-, blue- and elderberries for the long and harsh winter months in Nan Elmoth.

For their own protection they had been sent out in groups or at least always as an ellon and an elleth. Maeglin had been pleasantly surprised that his mother had written the list and for days he had been in her ears to not send him with his father's grumpy aunt. Instead he had hoped to go with Gwilwileth, the young chamber maid to protect her in case of danger. She warmed his bed now for months , which was a well kept secret between the two of them.

Maeglin gazed over her hands as she swiftly picked on berry after the other. In the evening they would meet the other elves that were out in the forest. A competition had set in already, who would harvest most. And while Gwilwileth’s hand were busily working, Maeglin picked slowly one, then another one and another one.

“You shall throw them into the bucket, not into your mouth.” She turned and took one of fruits from his hands. “Maeglin please, we have way less than the others.” He shrugged and he grabbed some berries and let them slowly trickle into the leather bucket.

Maeglin admired her quick working. When she was concentrated she pursed her lips and the tip of her tongue appeared between them. It made him smile. Suddenly he grabbed a big blue berry. “Maeglin! No!” He smiled most innocent at her “If you want it, you have to get it.” The ellon held the berry between his lips. Gwilwileth bent over to him and shook her head.

She moved as close she could between the narrow shrubs and bushes and held his head between her hands. “Will you give it up or do I need to steal it from you?” The elleth smiled shyly before she kissed him on his nose. Maeglin lifted his head so her kiss traveled down to his mouth. Gently she tried to suck the berry away from his lips and he caught her around the waist, pulling her all the way over to him. He gave the fruit up.
“Your lips taste great.” He softly licked the blue berry juice from the mouth. “There are different berries that I would like to snack on.”
Seductively he opened her knitted jerkin. He took another berry between his lips and lowered his head to feed her. Slowly his tongue pushed the little fruit into her mouth, while he started to peel her out of her clothes.
“Maeglin...”

“Quiet, we do not want to alert anyone around us, do we?” Maeglin’s face was just above her breasts. He cupped them with both of his hands. “These are the berries that I was searching,” he said as he softly pulled one of her nipples between his lips, slightly touching it with the tip of his tongue.

Gwilwileth moaned quietly, she knew she could not resist him. Her hands brushed under his tunic to stroke his soft skin. Maeglin took it off, so she could roam freely over his mighty back and his broad chest. His black hair was softly touching her as he moved a little lower. He took another blue berry and placed it in her belly button, while he nestled around to get those pants off that she wore.

“See, I am picking berries now.” His tongue circled her navel before he lifted the fruit into his mouth. Maeglin held it again between his lips to feed her. Hungrily the elleth took it from him.
He pushed his own breeches down, returned to her naked body and grabbed a whole hand full of fruits.

He kneeled between her long legs and made a fist, dribbling the appearing juice all the way from her navel down over her hips to her thighs. Gwilwileth shivered as Maeglin’s head as he disappeared between her legs. His tongue caught drop after drop of the juice from her skin, while his thumb and index finger twisted her nipples, stiffening them under his treatment.

The ellon took another handful of berries. With his slightly open lips he put small kisses on her curls. He combed them with his fingers just to get down to her folds to divide them. As he spread them open he squeezed the juice of the blue berries softly over her own little berry, her center of lust. The juice traveled down to her opening. The maid was breathing heavier as he just used the tip of his tongue to enjoy and lick the sweetness of the combined juices away.

Maeglin held another fruit between his fingers and softly pushed it into her small opening. The elleth gasped for air as he tickled the berry out of her body. Delighted he swallowed it and sucked gently on that little butterfly between her folds while petting it with his tongue.
Gwilwileth threw her head in ecstasy from one side to the other as two of his fingers started to rotate inside of her, while he stroke her berry with his tongue. Pulsating her walls closed around him and Maeglin did not stop before she was begging him to let her go.

Suddenly he leaned back and pulled her up to sit. His hand was filled with the little dark blue fruits. He squeezed the juice over his lower abdomen and his straight erected elfhood. The elleth smiled as she moved on her hands and knees over to him. Her lips sucked the dark liquid from his thighs and his abdomen.

Maeglin shut his eyes as her mouth closed around the swollen head of his elfhood and her tongue started to circle it. She lowered herself to pull him deep into her throat as her hand twisted and rubbed his shaft. Maeglin’s hands caught her breasts and his thumbs rubbed her stiff nipples.

As she felt the sweet drop appearing on the tip of his elfhood, she retreated. The elleth climbed onto his lap, rubbing her breasts over his body, forcing him to suck and play with the two rosy berries of her breasts.
She kneeled above him and reached below her to hold his arousal tight. Slowly she lowered her body, impaling herself on him. Maeglin grabbed her buttocks and pushed her even deeper down, making her moan into his ears.

She moved up and down, nearly letting his elfhood escape her body before throwing herself deep down again. Maeglin’s hands caught her hips to move her in a rhythm that pleased him. Her hot breath brushed over his ear as she nibbled on the tip, driving him crazy.
Gwilwileth clawed into his broad shoulders to hold on to him and bit him as he spilled himself deep into her, letting her feel how he flooded the walls deep inside. She felt him pulsating until he had spent the last drop of his nectar.

Rolling down into the bushes, he held her tight, so her soft skin would not be scratched to much. He kissed her, pulled her close to his heart and whispered quietly “We should pick berries more often.”