Celeborn's Nine - Riders of the Night
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
88
Views:
9,344
Reviews:
155
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Haldir couldn't get his ragged breathing or pounding heart under control. Agazmanah had been attracted to his suffering and was now adding his own brand of torture.
"Just a taste."
"NO!"
"You're trembling."
"I am....cold."
"Your skin is...hot." A soft hand ran along his shoulder and down his back. "Let me slake your passion."
"no."
"Why?"
"You would kill me a second time."
(a soft laugh) "I have had lovers die, but not from a taste."
"Please...my lord...go away."
"Let me kiss you."
"No."
"I could force it."
"I know."
"It's not the same as a willing.......lover...... The hunger is going into your bones...... I can take the edge off it."
"No."
"So sweet. Why do you suffer so?"
"My lord, please go."
"No. Not until I get a taste............what is this? A tear? Oh, I can not bear it." He brushed Haldir's lip. "I can make you feel so much better."
"You can destroy me."
"I can do that, yes. Do you want me to destroy you?" He trails his hand down Haldir's belly. He is not supposed to do that but he doesn't suspect any of the other spirits that roam Arda would notice. He knows his touch is exquisite, that he is taking control of the elf's body without his permission, but he wants this beautiful creature before he has to leave. Haldir writhes under his hand, the same way he had done at the Keep. "A taste and I will go," he says and presses his hand harder into the elf's flesh.
"A taste," Haldir says, unable to hold back the bitterness and shame.
Agazmanah laughed. A god can possess flesh in many ways and leave it spent and drained. Haldir did not mind the sweet fire that consumed his body; he just hated the way it came to him. Agazmanah got his taste and a kiss, which had not been a part of the deal. Tiger, please come to me. Please find me.
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Tiger awoke with a start. She had had a dream of Master again. While she was asleep the contact seemed strong, but once she awoke it seemed to fade, and she was in so much pain, it seemed impossible to believe she was feeling him at all. Longma smiled at her and caressed her cheek. Why couldn't Longma find Master?
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Celestial looked around from his spot in the river, his jeweled eyes flashing brilliantly. Tiger was awake and he found he feel the faintest outline of Master. Rising out of the water, he started walking up on the shore while turning his head to the right and left. He could not get a strong fix on Master, but he was certain he knew what direction he lay in.
'Longma?'
'Yes?'
'I think I can find him, but I need to fly.'
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Haldir couldn't get his ragged breathing or pounding heart under control. Agazmanah had been attracted to his suffering and was now adding his own brand of torture.
"Just a taste."
"NO!"
"You're trembling."
"I am....cold."
"Your skin is...hot." A soft hand ran along his shoulder and down his back. "Let me slake your passion."
"no."
"Why?"
"You would kill me a second time."
(a soft laugh) "I have had lovers die, but not from a taste."
"Please...my lord...go away."
"Let me kiss you."
"No."
"I could force it."
"I know."
"It's not the same as a willing.......lover...... The hunger is going into your bones...... I can take the edge off it."
"No."
"So sweet. Why do you suffer so?"
"My lord, please go."
"No. Not until I get a taste............what is this? A tear? Oh, I can not bear it." He brushed Haldir's lip. "I can make you feel so much better."
"You can destroy me."
"I can do that, yes. Do you want me to destroy you?" He trails his hand down Haldir's belly. He is not supposed to do that but he doesn't suspect any of the other spirits that roam Arda would notice. He knows his touch is exquisite, that he is taking control of the elf's body without his permission, but he wants this beautiful creature before he has to leave. Haldir writhes under his hand, the same way he had done at the Keep. "A taste and I will go," he says and presses his hand harder into the elf's flesh.
"A taste," Haldir says, unable to hold back the bitterness and shame.
Agazmanah laughed. A god can possess flesh in many ways and leave it spent and drained. Haldir did not mind the sweet fire that consumed his body; he just hated the way it came to him. Agazmanah got his taste and a kiss, which had not been a part of the deal. Tiger, please come to me. Please find me.
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Tiger awoke with a start. She had had a dream of Master again. While she was asleep the contact seemed strong, but once she awoke it seemed to fade, and she was in so much pain, it seemed impossible to believe she was feeling him at all. Longma smiled at her and caressed her cheek. Why couldn't Longma find Master?
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Celestial looked around from his spot in the river, his jeweled eyes flashing brilliantly. Tiger was awake and he found he feel the faintest outline of Master. Rising out of the water, he started walking up on the shore while turning his head to the right and left. He could not get a strong fix on Master, but he was certain he knew what direction he lay in.
'Longma?'
'Yes?'
'I think I can find him, but I need to fly.'