Strange Allies

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Disclaimer - I own none of this apart from Annowe and I have made no money from this story.

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Annowe’s heart pounded in her chest as her eyes ran admiringly over Haldir’s muscular form. He was a stunning creature and his hardness strained against his trousers. She reached out and ran her hands eagerly over his lower abdomen, admiring the graceful strength of his supple body.

Their eyes met and she splayed her hand against his solid chest, trying to touch as much of his skin as possible with only her hand. She could feel him breathing and the warmth of his skin against her fingertips. He was so very beautiful and her fingers trembled as they continued to caress his eager flesh.

His long muscular legs were crossed at the ankles and she quivered at the memory of having those thighs between hers. She wanted him, wanted to take him and claim him, to wipe that smug grin off of his face once and for all.

“Do you like what you see, little one?” Haldir questioned, seeing the smile on her face. He just couldn’t resist preening a bit for her. Her validation meant more to him that he would ever admit and he irrationally craved her touch and erotic words. And now they were only for him!

“Oh, yes,” she murmured and squeezed his bulging trousers, causing him to moan softly. “I like it very much.”

Slowly, she continued to caress his bare skin, feeling his innate strength. He was a beautiful creature but he was also so very wicked. Perhaps that was part of his appeal to her. She smiled as she considered this.

Haldir sighed contentedly and watched her trembling fingers trace admiringly over his muscles. No other creature made him feel quite so powerful and beautiful. When she touched him in desire he felt as if he were intoxicated on the finest Dorwinion wine. He could not get enough of her. And now she was completely his until they reached the Gray Havens! He smiled at the thought. He would have her every day and every day she would beg him for more.

Gently, Annowe smoothed his hair back over his shoulder to leave his chest exposed to her lips. He gasped as her soft lips ran over his skin then moaned deeply as she began to tease his nipple with her tongue.

“Annowe,” he breathed, pushing her down to stretch his lithe body out on top of hers, his hard shaft stabbing her thigh and his hands stroking her aching skin. She wiggled under him and hissed in pleasure. Oh, how good he felt pressing against her, demanding her affection, taking her breath away with his hot kisses! She hated herself for enjoying him and hated him for being so desirable.

Slowly, he nudged her head aside so he could kiss her neck and whisper in her ear. She wrapped one arm around him, squeezing his hard bottom as the other smoothed his hair back so she could kiss his damp neck.

“Mine,” he breathed, thrusting his pelvis against her. “All mine.”

She gasped and slapped his bottom smartly. “Such a wicked and vile creature you are!” She hissed into his shoulder as he pressed against her.

Haldir groaned and squeezed her tighter, his lips lustfully covering her skin moving lower on her body. He wanted to take her over, to engulf her senses as he took everything she could give him.

When his hungry lips closed in over her hard nipple, she cried out softly and grabbed a handful of his flaxen hair as her other hand pushed against his shoulder. He raised his eyes to look at her and smiled when he saw the look of bliss on her face. Her eyes were dark slits and her red lips were slightly parted as she panted and moaned happily. Each time his tongue ran over her erect nipple, she gasped and squeezed his shoulder.

Slowly, he slipped one hand down her trousers to feel her wetness and she wiggled against him, hissing with pleasure. He moaned when he felt her desire for him. Annowe panted and twisted, clawing at his shoulders, urging him on.

“Tell me you want me,” he sighed watching her expression as his fingers teasingly probed her. “I want to hear it.”

Her fingernails dug into his shoulder and she squirmed in response, uttering only a low moan as she writhed from his touch. Of course she wanted him! She would die if she could not have him!

“Say it!” He demanded. “Tell me you want me!” He breathed into her neck, his damp silken hair falling over her. “Say it!”

She hissed and stomped her heel on the ground as his fingers increased their rhythm against her. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I want you!”

He shivered at the desperate sound of her voice and the feel of her hands on his skin. He rose up slightly and slowly began to remove her trousers as he began to pant softly. He wanted inside of her, he needed inside of her! She sat up next to him to help free herself from her clothing.

Once she was completely naked, her small fingers fumbled to release his straining erection from his trousers and he moaned deeply as her soft hand closed eagerly over his stiff shaft. Instantly, her hungry lips were nipping his neck as she continued to squeeze and stroke his throbbing erection.

“Do you want me, wicked one?” She murmured, her tongue flicking over his chest. She wanted to kiss him everywhere!

“Yes,” he breathed. His body ached for hers and he felt as if he would burst. He could not remove his trousers fast enough.

“Say it then,” she demanded, biting his shoulder. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you like this,” he said and shoved her back down, flattening her body to the ground as he kicked free of his clothes and buried his face into her neck, his lips and tongue touching her everywhere he could reach.

“Like this,” he breathed into her ear and thrust his pelvis against hers. She gasped at the sensual feel of his hard rod against her soft belly, his taut beautiful skin caressing her bare flesh. For all of Legolas’ gentleness, there was something about the March Warden that made her body beg with longing. Only he could make her very soul ache with desire.

“Tell me you want me inside of you!” He demanded hotly as his eager lips traced the outline of her collarbone.

“You are wicked. You should beg and not take,” she pounded him lightly on the shoulder as he pressed his lithe body down on her, smothering her voice with his passionate kisses.

“I want to hear it! I want to hear you say ‘come into me’,” he urged against her parted lips. He needed to hear those exact words from her – those same words she had said to Legolas in the garden at Rivendell.

The nymph gasped and writhed under him. “Horrid monster! How can such a creature be so beautiful and yet so vile?”

Then his mouth was on hers again, stifling all her protests. Her small body squirmed against him and her fingernails raked his back as he moaned weakly into her mouth. He wanted her but she must let him in!

“Say it!” He hissed, nudging her legs open with his knee, his body shaking with restraint. “I want you to say it for me!”

“No!” She gasped with pleasure feeling his stiff shaft rubbing her skin. “No! I will not say it! You are despicable and odious!”

“You will say it!” He demanded, roughly kissing her and squeezing her thighs. “Tell me to come into you.”

He kissed her hungrily, driving his tongue between her lips as he felt her pull his hair. He moaned and slid both arms around her, clutching her to him. “Say it for me, Annowe,” he begged into her neck. “Say it!”

If she did not say it he would die. If she did not take him now of her own free will he was lost. All of his scheming, planning, waiting and watching was for naught. He could not bear it.

“Come into me,” she finally breathed when she felt she had tortured him enough. “Come into me my wicked March Warden and make good on your threats and promises!”

With a sigh of relief, Haldir slowly slid into her willing body as she squirmed and gasped under him. He cried out softly as he slid deeper into her. When he was almost completely inside of her, he pushed himself forward, burying himself in her as she arched her back and moaned in delight, her own body humming with need. He filled her completely and she knew she would never have another lover quite like him again.

Gently he began to thrust against her and she whined softly. His soft hair fell over his shoulders and she squeezed his back, feeling his hard muscles release and contract with each thrust. He was a magnificent creature, his smooth lithe body completely flawless and she wanted to touch every part of him. Yes, they belonged together. She had been a fool to deny their bodily pleasure for so long.

Her hands gripped his round muscular bottom then ran forward to his pelvis and she stroked his skin where it met hers. He moaned her name softly in her ear and never varied his steady rhythm against her.

She nipped at his damp shoulder, feeling the firmness of it under her teeth then ran her lips to his neck where she gently sucked his firm skin, tasting the saltiness of it. He sighed. He wanted nothing more to stay inside of her as long as possible. They had closed the circle. She had come to him of her own free will, giving into their mutual desire without any pretense.

“Yes,” she breathed, her fingers digging into his strong back. “Oh, yes.”

He raised his head and pressed his lips to hers. “Keep your eyes open,” he breathed. “I want you to watch me.”

His eyes were dark as a stormy sea and she could see her reflection there. He cradled her against him as he continued to thrust into her writhing form and she clung to him as if he were the last creature left alive.

“Yours,” she moaned, throwing her head back and giving her self totally over to him.

“Mine,” he agreed, biting her delicate throat and squeezing her tighter.

The only sound aside from the horse and the wind was their rapid breathing and soft moans. Slowly, Haldir ran his hands down her sides and gripped her thighs, pulling her legs up to his.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he asked. “Tell me you like it.”

Annowe obeyed, locking her ankles over his hips and he sighed contentedly as he slid deeper into her. She moaned and smoothed the hair back from his face and watched him as he drove the ache from their quivering bodies. His lips were barely touching hers, his breath coming in rapid gasps as his eyes bore into hers. She could see the naked desire and pleasure in them and her heart quailed to know that she had given herself so completely to him.

“Yes, wicked one, you have me now,” she murmured softly. “I am yours.”

“Mine,” he acknowledged, touching his nose to hers. Gently, she touched her lips to his and their eyes and lips remained locked as he increased his pace against her. He needed to drive the ache from his body once and for all. Now that she had given herself to him, he wanted to indulge himself fully with her.

Gradually, he became aware of the tingling deep within his loins and he gasped as it grew in intensity. Annowe gripped his broad back and clung to him as he thrust against her, lost in his own moaning and writhing but he never broke eye contact with her.

Even when his body began to tremble and shake he gazed deeply into her eyes. He wanted her to feel his bodily pleasure, to understand that he could give into his desire. But most of all he wanted her to see how completely he had wanted her and how totally she could satisfy him.

As he climaxed, he moaned into her mouth as if he were pouring every bit of himself into her but still never broke their intimate gaze as his hot liquid filled her and his body convulsed in pleasure. She shivered at the intensity of it. He was giving himself to her as completely and utterly as he had taken from her. A cold blade of fear cut her heart. He would leave her. Who would fill her so completely once he was gone? Legolas was still young and had much to learn.

“Haldir,” she breathed against his open lips, squeezing him tighter and gazing deeply into his eyes as she took what he had offered to her. Would he understand? Did he know?

It wasn’t until his contractions completely subsided that he gasped and laid his head against her, finally breaking their eye contact. Annowe closed her eyes and cradled his head while he recovered his senses, gently stroking his back and murmuring soft words to him. He had given himself to her completely and she had taken from him.

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