More Fun With Elves

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A/N - my apologies for the delay in posting - I changed operating systems and lost some of my files during the transfer. It took me a while to locate everything!

Sugarplum - oh, yes! Those two are something else! I'm glad you have enjoyed this pointless romp!

Nim - Thank you very much! Yes, this is the last installment of this particular set. I dunno if there will be another later (I never can tell sometimes!)

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Haldir sighed as he felt her heart thumping against him. Her trembling body was damp with sweat and she seemed to doze in arms. Legolas grinned shamelessly and Haldir returned his smile. Soon they must leave but not before they had taken her one last time.

With a jerk she awoke. The shower was running. Who was taking a shower? It must be Legolas for Haldir was still with her. Slowly, she extricated herself from his grasp. She wanted to take a shower and rinse the sweat from her skin.

Legolas smiled as she opened the door and joined him in the shower. He wondered if Haldir would come too or simply wait for them to return to him. The prince watched the female let the water run over her body and traced a track along her breast. When she turned away from him to wash her face, he poured a bit of shampoo out and began to massage it into her hair. She tipped her head back and he let his fingers work the shampoo into a lather in her wet hair, enjoying the feel of her thick mane in his hands. She sighed softly. He was so close to her that she could feel the heat of him even in the water and the way his elegant hands worked through her hair was giving her chills.

When he had finished, he let her rinse her hair as he stepped out of the shower to find Haldir standing there patiently. The older elf grinned wickedly. "We will need to take our leave soon, Legolas," he warned softly. "Do not tease her for too long."

Legolas grinned and nodded.

As she stepped out of the shower, Legolas wrapped her in a towel and held her tightly. She smiled and rested her cheek against his damp shoulder. His skin was so incredibly soft and she let her hands wander leisurely over his naked backside. He was a magnificent creature, slim and lithe. He was slightly smaller than Haldir, made of nothing but sinew and muscle.

Tenderly the prince began to kiss her neck and shoulders, holding her tighter. The shower had re-invigorated him and he wished to see just how quickly he could arouse her before taking her again.

She sighed and nipped at his skin, letting the towel drop between them. His body seemed to meld with hers without the fabric between them. Slowly he ran his hands over her generous curves, enjoying the feel of her soft flesh. Her breasts flattened against his chest as he squeezed her tighter and he could feel her nipples beginning to harden.

She pulled his head down and kissed him firmly, letting her tongue slide past his lips and he moaned. He delighted in her kiss - so gentle and yet so urgent. But he could not let her do as she pleased. Not yet. Breaking their kiss, he began to lightly blow in her ear before nibbling on her earlobe as his long fingers slid between her thighs.

Her fingers curled against his back and wrapped one leg around him as she eagerly kissed his neck. He slid his hand up her thigh until he found her wetness. She moaned softly and he stroked her there, now kissing her again.

Haldir watched them impassively from the doorway. He would let the two of them play for a bit. He wondered how long they would last and smiled. Judging by their greedy grasping and increasing pants it would not be long.

Gently, Legolas let her leg drop and moved back from her, raising his wet fingers to his mouth and slowly sucking them. The female moved to grab him and he slipped past her into the bedroom. She grinned and followed him, realized that Haldir was standing in the shadows watching them both. She hesitated and the March Warden nodded encouragingly. She smiled and continued after the prince.

Legolas had grown hard and was slowly stroking his erect shaft as he smiled invitingly to her. Immediately she was on her knees in front of him but he moved away. She frowned. He lowed his head slightly and glanced, come-hitherish, at her. So! That is how he wished to be! Quickly, she got to her feet and moved toward him. If she tried to touch his erection, he would turn away from her but if she tried to kiss or touch him elsewhere, he would allow it. He continued to play this game as he felt her becoming increasingly aroused. Finally he allowed her to catch him and press her naked body to his.

Teasingly, he slipped his shaft between her legs as he drove his tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned and thrust herself against him, squeezing his rod between her muscular thighs. He could feel her heart thudding in her chest as she pressed herself closer to him, her urgency fanning his own desire. Haldir shifted in the shadows. Watching the two of them was quite arousing and he could feel his own loins growing tight with lust.

But the young prince continued to tease the girl, caressing her breasts as he began to move his hips rhythmically against her. She whined and scratched his bottom, willing him to join her. And then he suddenly pulled away and flopped, belly up, on the bed; his arms thrown casually over his head. Instantly she was on him, crawling up his body, rubbing herself against his soft flesh needing to feel every inch of him before she took him.

He smiled at her encouragingly, sighing quietly as his erect rod slid between her breasts. And suddenly she was on top of him, moaning and writhing as she slid onto his stiffness. He gasped at the sensation of her - wet and hot - pulling him deeper. When she had taken him all in she began to thrust against him, slowly at first and then more intensely.

He reached out for her but she pushed his hands away. Haldir smiled. Legolas had overstepped his bounds with her and now she would "punish" him for it.

The March Warden slid next to them on the bed, stretching out next to Legolas and watching the female take her pleasure from the younger elf. Her small hands were splayed over the prince's chest, curling and uncurling in pleasure as she continued to ride him, her eyes closed in bliss.

She was not paying any attention to either of them, selfishly using Legolas for her own pleasure, thrusting and grinding against him at her leisure. Haldir could tell by the look on his face he was enjoying it immensely.

"Do not hold back," he murmured encouragingly to the prince.

At his words, Legolas relaxed and moaned deeply. He would not last long. The females steady pace and the simple feel of her was too much for him. He watched her intently. A fine sheen of sweat covered her skin making her glow; her hair had fallen forward to one side and tenderly he reached up and pulled the rest of it over her shoulders, feeling the thick dampness of it in his fingers.

Suddenly, she reached over and grabbed Haldir by the hair, leaning close to him. As the March Warden leaned into her, she kissed him fiercely on the mouth, never loosing her rhythm against Legolas.

The move startled the younger elf and temporarily distracted him from his pleasure. But this seemed to spur her on and she began slamming herself against him relentlessly. He moaned and closed his eyes, feeling his body begin to tense. His hand fell from her hair.

But she had not quite finished with Haldir. When she broke the kiss with him, her lips slid to his ear. He shivered at the sound of her panting.

"I will deal with you later," she threatened breathlessly before pulling away and returning her full attention to the elf writhing helplessly under her.

Haldir laughed in wicked delight. The sound made Legolas tremble. The March Warden rarely laughed and when he did it usually meant he was up to no good.

But he could not ponder why Haldir was laughing. The girl had become even wetter and he could feel her running down his shaft and over his testicles, making him even harder inside of her (if that were possible). He needed to come. He needed to feel the release of the tension inside of him.

Tentatively he reached for her pelvis and she allowed him to place his hands on either side of her hips. Once he had a good grip, he thrust himself upwards, moaning in pleasure.

Haldir watched them slam against each other, seemingly determined to break the other to bits. But Legolas was too far gone. She had simply pleasured him too greatly for too long for him to resist.

The young prince gasped and arched his back, his thick flaxen hair falling over the pillows as the girl gave one final thrust, pushing him over the edge. He held onto her thighs as he pumped his hot liquid into her, his hips convulsing with each of his contractions. He exhaled with relief, his body trembling slightly at the overwhelming pleasure.

Gently he pulled her down to rest against him and she did not fight him. Tenderly he stroked her hair and felt her body relax against his.

But the respite was brief and slowly she rose up to look at Haldir. He smiled challengingly at her. With grim determination, she slid her quivering body from Legolas and moved toward him.

Legolas grunted in annoyance as the cool air replaced her warm flesh against him. He had wanted to hold her there for a while longer enjoying the feel of her but she was resolved to take on Haldir.

As he watched her trembling form slide toward him he realized why he and Legolas kept returning to her. Certainly there were others far more beautiful and more skillful in the arts of lovemaking but none of them had the fortitude to challenge them. This human female with all of her frailties and her weak body was the one creature who would, however foolishly, try to "win" against them.

He smiled at her. He could hear her rapid breathing and see the sweat on her body. He could sense her physical exertion and yet she still reached for him.

In one swift movement, he caught her up, rolling her over onto her back and lying on top of her. She frowned and struggled briefly against him. He chuckled and nuzzled her neck.

"It is useless to resist me, kitten," he murmured.

She snorted. "But you like it when I resist! Don't you?" She challenged.

She could feel him smile against her neck but he did not reply, content to lick the sweat from her throat.

Sliding her hand up the back of his head, she pulled, raising his head. As soon as his mouth was close, she kissed him wildly, wanting him and yet hating him in the same instant. His tongue probed her mouth as he roughly pulled her legs apart, forcing her down into the bed. She gasped.

"Say it," Legolas urged. "Say it and he will stop". The young prince had rolled over onto his side to watch the two of them. He couldn't quite understand the appeal of their battles but he thoroughly enjoyed the visual stimulation.

"No!" She hissed defiantly, trying vainly to push Haldir from her.

The March Warden grabbed her hand and kissed her again, sliding his other arm under her.

She struggled slightly, pulling his hair and yet not actually trying to hurt him. She squirmed and writhed, her legs kicking as she tried to dislodge him from her body. But he smiled. Yes, he enjoyed it when she fought him.

He thrust himself down on her, pinning her small form under him, his thighs pressing against hers. She trembled at the strength and beauty of him, covering her, demanding her surrender.

"Tell me you want me," Haldir demanded softly.

"No," She replied.

He sighed in mock disappointment. Firmly grasping her wrists, he held her fast and lowered his head to suckle one heaving breast. She moaned and writhed as his tongue circled her nipple then gently sucked.

"Yes," he murmured as he moved to her other breast. His only reply was a gasp.

"Say it," he urged against her skin, nipping his way to her delicate throat. Slowly he let go her wrist and slid his fingers between her legs. He could feel the cream from her earlier bout with Legolas there and he moaned.

Her hand immediately came to his shoulder as she tried to push him away but her protests were feeble. His fingers had found their mark and she did not wish him to stop now.

"Say it," Legolas repeated, feeling Haldir's desire.

She opened her mouth to speak and immediately Haldir covered it with his own, wanting to take her breath away, willing her to give into him.

"I want you," she managed to gasp between his hungry kisses.

"Yes," he agreed. "You want me. Now tell me what you want me to do!"

She moaned pitifully as if she could not voice her desire. Haldir seemed to be everywhere, touching her, kissing her, demanding that she surrender to him.

"Take me," she whispered. "Hard. Fuck me hard. Like I know you want to."

Haldir grinned in wicked triumph. Legolas sighed at her words. She was learning to hold out against them - learning their tricks and their weaknesses. He was not sure he liked that!

She no longer struggled as the March Warden slid his throbbing shaft into her. It was a relief to have him inside of her again. They moaned in unison and Haldir wrapped his arms tightly around her as he began to drive himself relentlessly and selfishly into her willing body.

He wanted to take and take from her until there was nothing left!

He felt her arms slide around him and cling to him as he continued to thrust into her, panting against her temple. Her ankles locked over his waist and he moaned, feeling that sweet spot in her that would quickly bring him to orgasm.

"Yes," she breathed. "Yes. Like that."

Legolas could see the fine sheen of sweat making Haldir's back glow in the soft afternoon light. His thick platinum hair made a curtain over their shoulders and heads so all the prince could see was the March Wardens thrusting pelvis and arched back. It was a magnificent sight. He wondered how she could take such powerful thrusts and still beg for more. And beg she did. Legolas shivered at the sound.

"Yes! Please Haldir!" She urged. "Please! More!"

The March Warden moaned. He needed to feel her come first. She had to obey!

"Come for me," he pressed her, willing his own body to hold firm even as the pleasure threatened to rip him apart.

Almost upon his demand he felt her body tense under him and her breathing become more shallow. Her fingers scratched his back and he buried his face in her neck, his body trembling with restraint.

Legolas closed his eyes.

Her sharp intake of breath let him know she was climaxing. The March Warden felt her thighs grip him like a vise as her arms tightened around his shoulders, pressing his face into her neck and threatening to crush him. And then her hips jerked under him and he let go his own restraints, letting the pleasure overwhelm him. They held each other tightly as their bodies convulsed in climax together. Haldir shivered as her swollen canal contracted firmly against his pulsating rod. He gasped at the sensation. No matter how many times he had taken her, it was always like the first time when she came.

Slowly the two of them began to relax and, when he was ready, Haldir moved from her and placed himself between the Prince of Mirkwood and the quivering female. Eagerly they both cuddled up to him and he smiled in contentment.

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