Spirits of Light

Spirits of Light

Chapter 4
Author: Frosty the Singing Ferret
Codes: Elrond, Arwen, Elros, OC, AU, M/F, Oral.
Rated: NC-17
Summary: A young elf studies under Elrond and falls for more than she realizes. Takes place pre-FOTR.

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The shade of night had fallen over Imladris. Cala sat in front of her mirror, slowly taking the braids from her hair and combing it straight. Her dark locks fell over her ears as she leaned forward to light another candle, bringing to life the shadows that she had grown used to seeing. Imladris comforted her now, as much as it had once awed her. It was beginning to feel like home.

She thought back on the day that had just occured. Brushing aside the feelings of puzzlement at Elrond's new attitude towards her, she instead concentrated on how good it felt to know she was in his good graces. Smiling, she gently touched the worn cover of the book he had lent her. Perhaps Arwen speaking to her father had been a good thing afterall.

A soft breeze came in from the open window, blowing the curtains back. It seemed unusually cold, but brought with it the scent of rose and gardenia and a feeling of belonging. Cala inhaled deeply, then stood up and went to her bed, pulling back the sheets. It had been a long day, and she was tired.

Just as she was about to slip under the covers, there was a soft knock at her door. Frowing, she padded to the other side of the room and unlocked the door. When she pulled it open, her stomach clenched in surprise. "Elrond," she breathed. Her first thoughts went to Arwen. "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. May I come in?"

Slightly reassured, she opened the door wide and allowed him entry. "Forgive my dress," she said as she closed the door, "I was nearly in bed."

He looked briefly around the room before turning to her. His eyes moved over her attire, then settled on her her face. "There is nothing to forgive," he said, smiling, "It is I who am bothering you."

Cala shook her head, returning the smile. "You're not bothering me."

"I'm pleased to hear that." Elrond stepped towards her, and before she could react he cupped her face and pressed his mouth to hers. Stunned, she merely stood still as he softly kissed her, then urged her to part her lips.

Cala held onto his wrists as she allowed the kiss to deepen. Her eyes closed of their own volition and she did nothing to stop him from dipping his tongue into her wet heat. The exploration was slow and seeking and she felt every nerve in her body tingle in response. Surely this had to be a dream.

As he pulled back, his fingers moved into her loose hair. "You look more lovely now than you ever have before," he whispered.

Blinking softly, trying to understand, she breathed, "Elrond...," but he silenced her with a finger to her mouth.

"Shhhhh...," he said, smiling. "I know you want this Cala. I've seen how you look at me."

"You're right," she answered, blushing, "I do want this. But I don't understand why you want it."

"My dear," he said with mirth, "You are a beautiful young lady. Forgive my coldness earlier - I know not how to express my interest."

Frowning, Cala shook her head. She just didn't understand. "Arwen...," she said, worried about how this would affect his daughter, but once again he touched her mouth, quieting her.

"Don't speak," he breathed, sliding his finger along her lower lip, "Not tonight."

She inhaled sharply as he kissed her again, this time more urgently. The desire inside her body was undeniable, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. Hungrily she caressed the heat of his mouth, lapping at the taste of mint and passion. It was sweet and intoxicating.

Slowly his hands slid down her sides, then gripped her tightly at the waist. He pulled her towards the bed as he began stepping back, then gently lowered her to the mattress. He took no time in crawling over top of her and continuing his exploration of her mouth.

Cala no longer had any reservations. She couldn't think straight enough to even consider them. Elrond was fervent and consuming, and all she could feel was the heightened lust that grew with every touch of his body against hers.

She arched back as he attacked her throat, marking her with his intensity. His hand smoothed up her bare leg, drawing her nightgown upwards. Cala curled her leg up, allowing him access. He growled against her neck when his fingers met the curls at the vee of her legs.

Cala rolled her hips towards him, but he only brushed against her womanhood before removing his hand. He kissed her collarbone as his fingers worked to open the ties at the front of her gown. He pulled the material apart, then slid his hand in and bared a breast for his pleasure.

The heat of his mouth on her supple flesh made Cala moan softly. He pinched the nipple gently, then sucked the skin to a hard point. The hair that fell over his shoulders tickled her chest, but his mouth was on the forefront of her mind.

Her hand ran through his dark locks as he trailed his tongue over her peak. Gently his hands pulled the fabric of the gown down her arms, then pooled the material at her waist. She watched as he sat up and removed his tunic.

Elrond's gaze was nothing short of fiery. He leaned forward and attacked her mouth, biting at her full lips and stealing her breath. Cala groaned into his kiss, smoothing her hands along his naked chest. His skin was warm and smooth, and she could feel his muscles move as he worked at his belt.

With a coy smile, Elrond sat up slowly pulled the gown from her hips. Cala was now naked before him as he ran his eyes down her soft form. She rubbed her feet self-consciously, but brightened when he stood to remove his own clothes. She sat up, whispering, "This is like a dream."

Elrond moved to the foot of the bed, crawling up on the mattress. "This is more real than any dream," he answered, smiling. "Lie back, Cala. I want to show you how I feel." Biting her lip, she lowered back to the pillow. She tensed slightly when Elrond moved between her legs, pushing her thighs apart. "Relax," he said, "You'll enjoy this."

When he lowered himself to her heat, Cala closed her eyes. The first touch of his mouth along her thigh sent shivers though her body. Her hand moved above her, grasping the cool pillow above her head. A low groan escaped her lips as he moved higher, tasting the salt of her soft skin. His hands held gently to her legs as he touched his kiss to her womanhood. Feeling a needful pang envelop her body, Cala unconsciously rolled her hips towards him. He accepted her, lapping his strong tongue along the folds of her flesh. She held back a gasp and tightened her hold on the pillow.

Elrond's kiss deepened. She felt every movement of his lips and tongue as he bit softly at her nub, then pushed deep into the warmth of her body. Cala had never experienced such intimate, all-consuming pleasure. She began to try to rock forward, to have more of him, but he held her strongly against the bed. She was prey to whatever he wished to do.

Her throat felt parched from the sharp, pleasured breaths she took. When she finally groaned out his name he stopped his exploration and looked up with half-lidded eyes. "Yes?" he asked, licking his lips.

Cala shook her head, unable to speak. He laughed and crawled up her body, then bent down to kiss her lips. His taste was sweet.

In between their gentle kisses, Elrond maneuvered himself between her now-weak legs. She could feel the tip of his hardness touch her wetness and at that moment wanted nothing more than to have him inside her. He had his own needs, and wasted no time sliding down into her.

He filled her completely, pulling her hips back gently so he could bury himself deep. Cala tightened her legs around him, then lolled her head back as he attacked her throat, sucking hard enough to mark. He began to thrust slowly, teasing her already sensitive warmth. She wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him close.

His strong hands ran down her body then dropped to the bed on either side of her. Elrond kissed her once before pulling up and drawing his penis nearly completely out of her. He watched her face in intense lust, keeping track of every feeling that moved through her as he pulled back in an achingly slow tease.

"Please," she breathed, her eyes pinned on his. When he had nearly pulled free, he suddenly forced himself forward. Cala inhaled sharply, arching back and closing her eyes. He stopped teasing then, too desperate for his own pleasure to prolong it any longer. Elrond began a hard pace, bracing himself with his arms so he could thrust more easily into her.

The bliss was overwhelming. It all seemed like a blur as she grabbed at the sheets beside her trembling body, trying desperately to keep pace with him. It was difficult, though, and she felt herself succumbing to the increasing tension within. The sounds of Elrond's pleasure only hurried her impending climax, and within moments Cala clenched her legs tight around him and arched back, crying out her pleasure. She shook beneath him, and Elrond only began to thrust faster and harder.

She knew she called out his name, but could barely hear herself. As he continued to roll into her shaking body, Cala could feel herself calming. Elrond's voice became louder and in a few quick moments he groaned out her name, then fell against her tired body. Their breaths were quick and shallow, their skin moist and hot. Cala felt dizzy with contentment.

She couldn't hold back a smile as he rolled over beside her, exhaling heavily. She looked at him, wondering what he was thinking. When he pulled a sheer sheet over their bodies and pulled her close to him, though, she knew there was nothing in him that felt uncomfortable at what they had just done. She had worried perhaps there would be. She wasn't uncomfortable, though, instead feeling more than sated. He kissed her cheek softly and wrapped his arms around her, settling for the night.

She knew she would get a very good sleep.

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TBC