Strange Allies

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A/N: He certainly made us wait long enough for it, didn’t he? So it had better be good stuff! LOL! It’s a long way to the Havens and he’s quite the horny bastard. He’s waited a very long time for this and is completely enjoying himself and your reactions!

Naira - He's finally decided to be a "good naughty boy" for us, huh? Ask and ye shall receive. (Well, as soon as Mr. Beta can get around to it.)

Phairesse - I hope that means you're enjoying this sordid little tale of lust and desire and the Wicked March Warden! He's certainly something else, isn't he?

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“Do you wish to stop for the night soon?” Haldir questioned as they set off again. He was riding in front now.

“No. Not yet. It is my turn to have my fun with you!” Annowe replied mischievously, slipping her arms around his slim waist and feeling his bare skin against her hands and cheek. She relished the feel of his broad muscular body in her arms, pressing against her still trembling body. And he was all hers to do with as she pleased. She smiled and let her lips brush his skin.

He closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure. He had asked for this and she would give him everything he could take and more.

Her lips began to delicately kiss his wound and he shivered at the feel of her soft mouth against his skin. Teasingly, her tongue traced his spine as her fingers stroked his skin, stopping only to tweak his nipples before lightly petting his shoulders, belly and thighs. He moaned quietly at the sensation, his body still recovering from his earlier climax. They could not have traveled very far once she had given herself to him. It seemed they would walk for only a few miles before they would be back in each other’s arms.

“All night,” she murmured on his skin, her hands never ceasing their gentle caress. “I want to touch you everywhere all night. To feel your skin against mine. Your lips against mine. Your body against mine.”

“Yes,” he agreed, shivering at the feel of her warm breath on his bare back. He would let her do whatever she wanted to him. She deserved to torture him to the very end of Arda and back after what he had selfishly put her through for his own desire.

They rode on into the night, Annowe kissing and stroking every inch of his eager skin as she breathed in his scent. She wanted to remember him, every scent, taste and feel of him against her. She moved closer to him, squeezing him tightly as she pressed her cheek against his shoulder, her fingers leisurely tracing the outline of his chest and shoulders. He was completely hers, too, until they reached the Havens. She had not quite thought of it in that manner. She could take what she wanted from him and dare him to protest!

Her hands ran down his firm abdomen to his pelvis and she stroked the inside of his muscular thighs, sighing at the beauty of him that she felt with her hands. Gently, one hand slid up and felt his soft bulge. He moaned quietly.

“Soon,” he promised her. Very soon at this rate, he amended to himself.

She laughed. “I am in no hurry. I just wanted to feel you,” she replied, leaving her hand there as she continued to run the other one over his skin, tracing the outline of his nipples and ribs with her fingers. He was a magnificent specimen, his flawless skin glowing in the moonlight, soft and warm under her fingertips.

He sighed happily. Her touch was a tonic to him and he was very pleased to know that she admired his physical form and wanted him as badly as he wanted her. He would never tire of having her admiring hands on him nor his eager hands on her. They could walk forever and never find the Havens as far as he was concerned.

As her hands continued to caress his skin, she again began to kiss his back and he shivered. The tightness in him was beginning to increase and he shifted on the horse to get more comfortable.

Slowly, she slid one hand back down to delicately trace the outline of his growing bulge through his trousers as she continued to kiss his back and lick his spine. He moaned at her light touch. It ticked to have her touch him there so tenderly and he shivered involuntarily. She smiled against his skin at his reaction. It was his turn to be tortured and unable to do anything about it!

“It serves you right,” she murmured vengefully, feeling him shiver in her grasp.

He grinned at her words. Yes, it did serve him right! And, oh, how he wanted to be served right over and over again by her!

Her fingers carefully untied his trousers and loosened the waistband but she wanted to tease him a bit more and only stroked his fine hair while tweaking his nipple. He hissed and squirmed. He wanted her hand to grasp his firm shaft and squeeze but she seemed content to torment him by touching him everywhere but there!

When she finally did take his erection into her small hand, he gasped and closed his eyes, covering her hand with his. She rubbed the head of his aching shaft with her thumb, feeling his wetness and she moaned in pleasure as she began to easily stroke him, enjoying the feel of him continuing to swell at her touch.

He felt so good in her hands, his hard lithe body pressed against hers, one hand fingering his nipple as the other rhythmically stroked his hard rod and his deep moans sounded in her ears. Yes! She wanted to hold him like that, helpless in her grasp until she grew weary of his pleas for release. Deliberately, she pressed her breasts harder against his back and sighed.

“Haldir,” she whispered to him. “You feel so good in my hands.”

“Yes,” he breathed, squeezing her hand tighter on him and increasing her rhythm.

“All night, you promised,” she gently reminded him, slowing her pace. This was for her pleasure and not his. Not this time. He relaxed his grip on her hand and let her stroke him at her pace although it was torturous to him.

She was reveling in him now, enjoying the feel of him squirming against her at her touch. He was eager to take her again but he had told her he could pleasure her all night. And if it was her pleasure to fondle him all night then so be it. He would not stop her.

“Yes, I promised,” he agreed.

He could feel her small breasts pressing against his back and her firm thighs on his. His body ached for her again but she showed no interest in allowing him to have her, content to massage his shaft for her own delight at her own pace. He sighed softly as he watched her hand slide up and down on him, pleasuring him without end. How long he had waited for this! How wonderful her small hand looked on him and good it felt to have her completely for his own!

As she increased her pressure and rhythm, he moaned deeply feeling himself slowly climbing toward another climax. Soon there would be nothing left inside of him if they continued at this pace but he did not care. If she left him dead and spent by the side of the road at least he would die happy. He smiled weakly at the thought his body tensing for the release he knew would come shortly.

“Hand me the tunic,” he breathed.

Instantly, the soiled garment was in his hands and he placed it at the ready. Annowe continued to stroke him, steadily increasing her rhythm and he gasped and squirmed in pleasure as he began to tremble on the verge. She moaned in response, feeling him growing even larger in her hand. How had she ever managed to have him inside of her? She wondered and shivered. She wanted him again and again and again until there was nothing left of him or her!

“Come for me, my wicked March Warden,” she demanded, grasping him tighter and tweaking his nipple but never slowing her rhythm for him.

“Annowe,” he moaned helplessly. He wanted to hold onto her but he could not. He squeezed the horse between his thighs as his body began to shake as he rapidly approached the peak. A fine sheen of sweat covered his lithe form and she eagerly licked his skin to taste him.

“Yes,” she breathed encouragingly, feeling his body tense. “I want to feel you come.”

As if obeying her every command, his body shuddered and he gasped, his hot fluid spilling over her hand. She sighed contentedly, resting her cheek against his back and feeling his pelvis jerk against her as she held tightly to him. He moaned as he watched his essence run over her small fingers and shivered at the erotic imagery of it. He was pouring himself out again for her.

With a deep moan of pleasure, he closed his eyes and basked in the warmth of his release, leaning slightly against her as she cradled him in her arms. She whispered softly to him and smoothed his damp hair back with her clean hand so she could tenderly kiss his shoulder.

After his contractions subsided, he gently removed her hand from his tender shaft and wiped them both off. His poor tunic would need to be soaked for a few days to be completely clean!

When her hand was clean enough for him, he let go of her. Eagerly she splayed her hands over his abdomen and rested against his back contentedly, holding him tightly to her as the horse ambled on blissfully unaware. She would do as she pleased to him and he would not stop her.

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