First Born

Chapter 4 – Starting Again



Chapter 4 – Starting Again

That evening, after a dinner at which more than the usual amount of wine
had been consumed, Thranduil led his slightly tipsy
wife back to their chamber. She was still giggling from a very long and drunken
tale that Hachon had tried to tell. He’d got the end
completely wrong, which had caused a great deal of hilarity. Hachon had taken
exception to the laughter and fallen off his chair when he tried to stand. He’d pulled the tablecloth with him- and the remains of the
dinner. When he had finally extracted
himself, his hair was full of leftover sorrel leaves. Maikath had collapsed
with a combination of laughter and too much wine and had been
carried away to her bed, singing merrily.

‘The white wine was particularly good tonight, t yot you think?’ asked
Athiel as she lay across their couch.

Thranduil grinned. ‘You should know! I think you and Mother were having
a competition as to who could drink the most.’

Athiel pulled a face. ‘Don’t be silly, we were just talking. All these
years and we’ve never had a conversation of more than
a dozen words. Do you know she’s really a lovely lady?
I’ve never realised…she’s always been so sharp with me up until now.’

Thranduil nodded. His mother had made a real effort, and everyone had
seemed to realise this and try to be more accommodating. She had been included
in their conversations and plans. Maikath in return had relaxed to the extent
that she had begun the evening’s storytelling.

‘I’ve got a bit of a headache- probably too much wine. I think I’ll have
a quick bath before bed, it’ll help me relax,’ he told Athiel, rubbing absently
at his forehead.

She nodded absentmindedly as she began to undo the fastenings on her
dress, watching
her husband enter the bathing room. A few minutes later
there was an audible sigh of pleasure as he lowered himself into the thermal
bath. A wicked grin spread across her face and she swiftly removed her dress
and undergarment. Tiptoeing into the bathing room she
saw, as she had suspected, that nduinduil was laying with his head back on the
edge of the bath. His eyes were closed and his long
blonde hair floated on the top of the water. He looked so weary…and he had lost
too much weight.

Slowly and with great care, she lowered herself into the steaming water.
Moving with the utmost care she slid through the water, reaching out her hand
until her fingers touched his broad chest. His eyes flew open in surprise.

‘I thought you were tired?’ he asked.

‘I changed my mind. A bath is always nice before bed.’ A smile played
across her lips. ‘I’ve missed you so much, melamîn*,
in more ways than one. You’ve been away so long.’ Her hands continued to stroke
his chest, gently teasing his nipples. She smiled as they hardened and
continued her caress, widening the circle until she ran her fingertips down his
sides, gently scratching the skin there. As he had done for the last three
hundred years, he moaned and tried to twist away- but not too hard.

‘You should rest,’ he protested feebly.

‘I can rest later. Now I want to be with you. I want you.’

‘Maybe we should wait. You’ve only just been allowed out of bed,’ he insisted.

‘Hachon checked me over earlier. I’m all
healed. There’s nothing to stop us.’ She smiled and ler vor voice drop to an
insinuating purr. ‘Maybe I want to get back into bed now.’

‘I don’t want to rush you,’ he said again. ‘I can wait!’

She sighed. He was always the gentle and understanding lover. ‘You might
be able to wait. I can’t, and don’t intend to.’

Her hands had now travelled between his legs, lightly cupping his soft
pouch. She squeezed tenderly, rolling her fingers over the smooth orbs it
enclosed. Thranduil was returning her smile now.

‘You are a hungry little minx tonight, aren’t you?’

In reply, she ran her hands along his swelling shaft. Leaning forwards,
she kissed his lips gently, only just touching them, as she continued to fondle
his manhood, which had risen to its complete fullness. Thranduil moaned in
pleasure.

‘Don’t-’ he nearly shouted.
‘It’s been too long! I won’t be able to hold out...’

She kissed him deeply this time, her tongue forcing its way between his
teeth and gently stroking the inside of his mouth. He tried to pull her onto
his surging manhood but she resisted. Her hands continued to fondle him, now
moving with stronger caresses. In frustration, he rose
his hips upwards in time with her strokes. Again, he tried to pull her to him.

‘Saes**,’ he begged. ‘Now.’

‘No,’ she replied, again kissing him deeply. She covered his face with
teasing kisses, and softly nipped on his ears with her teeth, all the time
keeping the pressure on his erect member. He began to gasp, his eyes closing in
ecstasy, and he cried out in bliss as he shuddered to his peak.

‘Ooops,’ she said with feigned surprise as his trembling subsided.

‘You did that on purpose, didn’t you?’ he protested breathlessly. She
flashed him a wicked grin.

‘Yes. And now we can relax...and take our time...’

‘Lle
naa erum bess.’***
He stood and gently offered his hand to her. She took it willingly, gracefully
rising as he pulled her towards him, crushing her into his arms. She could fell
his ardour already beginning to rise again. He reached down and lifted her
bodily, carrying her from the bathing room into their chamber. Then, laying her
with the utmost care onto their couch, he stretched himself out beside her.
Raising himself on one elbow, he gazed at her body. They had been married now
for three hundred years and it still filled him with anticipation just to gaze
upon her perfect form. He lifted a strand of her damp hair to hose ose and
smelt the perfume that he loved above all others- the fragrance of his lover,
his soul mate, his reason for existing. She gazed steadily back at him, her
arms thrown above her head and her breasts thrust upwards, their proud mounds inviting
him.

‘I love you so much,’ he said in a tender whisper. ‘I would die if you
ever left me. Promise me you will stay forever…until we can cross the sea
together.’

‘That’s a foolish pledge to make,’ she replied. ‘Nobody knows what the
Valar have planned for us. I will only promise to love you for as long as I
can, and ask only the same from you.’

He replied by stooping and gently teasing her nipples
with his tongue, tracing a damp line between the two peaks. She
shivered.

‘Are you cold?’ he drew back, concerned.

‘No, melethronîn****, I’m not cold. It’s just been so
long…I’d forgotten.’

He silenced her lips with his, tenderly nipping them with his teeth,
travelling down her neck and then lovingly caressing her ears with his tongue.
Her breathing quickened and he now drew her nipple into his mouth, the tips of
his teeth barely touching the sensitive peak. Then as it hardened
he sucked, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her lips. Her hand came to his head,
stroking his hair as she’d thought she never would be
able to again. Her fingers played with the tips of his ears, causing him to
moan with contentment. Slowly he moved towards her. Now he would pleasure her,
as she deserved…

 

His hands now began to caress her smooth stomach, slowly but inexorably
moving lower and lower. Moving his mouth to the other nipple his hand reached
her mound, the soft down a gate to what lay within. He
parted the lips with a finger and eased his touch within. A shuddering gasp
caused him to stop and he looked into her face; her eyes were pleading with him
soundlessly.

‘Please…’ she begged, her voice ragged. ‘Please...’

She opened her legs, reaching up to try and pull
him to cover her but he resisted, planning a subtle reprisal for her actions in
the bath. He withdrew his hand and lay back on his elbow, savouring the moment.
He absently rubbed his throbbing manhood. Yes, he was ready again. But he would also make her ready, more ready then she had
ever been.

‘Please…’ she implored. ‘I
need you now!’ He sat up, as if going to leave. ‘No!’ she cried, ‘Don’t do
this!’

Smirking with satisfaction at her response, he bent to her again. This
time his tongue teased her hidden mound, gently probing the folds within. Her
hands were on the back of his head, guiding him to her most sensitive places.
She was panting with pleasure by now. He reached both his hands to her breasts
and squeezed them. She gasped as her desire soared to new heights. Smoothly he
inserted his finger into her wet cave and felt for the spot he knew was within.
All the time his tongue played over her folds and creases until another gasp
signalled he had found the place, so he teased her with his finger and tongue until
her moans rose to a higher peak. Then quickly he withdrew, causing her to mew
with disappointment then growl with relief as he plunged his probing member
into her. She opened for him, her moist cavern enveloping him fully. He cried
his pleasure as she rose to meet him. Slowly he withdrew, her pelvis rising to
follow him, and then he buried himself in her again. Keeping his lunges slow, he teased her breast with his tongue, slowly drawing
her towards the zenith of her passion. When he could stand it no longer he
increased the speed of his thrusts, feeling himself rising towards a final
cataclysmic surge of pure euphoria as Athiel rushed towards her own pinnacle.
He drove himself into her one last time, feeling her contract around his
pulsing member as her climax enveloped her. They cried aloud in unison as their
love peaked in a momentpurepure and perfect fulfilment. Finally
Thranduil was able to collapse back onto the couch, his breathing laboured as
Athiel turned towards him, her eyes shining with adoration. With their passion
spent, she snuggled into his arms. Their bodies spooned together- a flawless
fit, two beings entwined in completion.