Celeborn's Nine - Riders of the Night

gingersnap: you give me such good ideas, but I fear vestal virgins are in the opposite direction. How about a Moon goddess for our elf lord? I think Glorfindel and the boys can handle the Naiades with no problem, but Celeborn has too much class for that.
Celeborn gets some: oral and het.
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The Naiades came after dark as promised and with them lusty appetites. Only Celeborn, Haldir and Tiger refused to join in the 'fun', which actually made sense. They were in a strange place and someone needed to be keeping watch. Haldir and Tiger, their own appetites sated earlier, had no trouble ignoring the festivities, although Tiger seemed to be a little disturbed by it. The nymphs had brought some wine, which she told Haldir he could not drink. Taking a cue from her concerns, Celeborn also refused the offered cup. One of the Naiades scowled at Tiger, but she didn't care.

"What is wrong with the wine?" Celeborn asked from his seat on his stool.

"It is orgy wine," Tiger replied tonelessly. "It drives people mad sometimes."

"And you have seen this?" Celeborn asked.

"Yes, once," she answered and looked up at him. She and Haldir were sitting on the ground beside Celeborn. "Do not worry. Tiger will not let them hurt you," she assured him. The way she said it sent a slight chill up Celeborn's spine. Never had he ever asked Tiger to protect him; her 'protection' for want of a better word, came because she was helping the others. Although one might argue his visit to the Spirit Fish Maiden had placed him under her protection. Odd, seeing her sit there like a woman, granted a beautiful exotic eyed woman, he sometimes forgot that was not her real form. Or at least he didn't think that was her real form.

Haldir drew her head against his shoulder and stroked her hair. She was from this land originally, that he was certain of, and being here depressed her. She constantly wanted his comfort and reassurance, not so much with words as with her actions. Except for the times when she wandered off by herself, she always wanted to be within arm's reach of him, touching his skin if she could. It wasn't sexual, it was as if she was afraid he was going to 'not be there.'

Tiger was the only one to hear the horses, the champing of bits and the soft bells of their harness. She sat up straighter and turned towards the sound. A smile brightened her face and she jumped up, running towards the chariot that only she could see. Throwing herself at the feet of the goddess, she looked up and said, "Lady Selene, it has been ages!"

The goddess of the moon stepped out of the chariot and became as flesh and blood. With hair so pale it looked white and eyes that held the stars in them, she leaned over and caressed Tiger's face. "It has been so long, Tiger." There was a moment of sadness in the goddess's flawless face and then it went away. She smiled warmly and placed a kiss on Tiger's forehead.

Celeborn and Haldir stood up, awe etched on their faces, as Tiger and the goddess approached them. "Your Tiger has rich friends," Celeborn observed, unable to take his eyes off the 'woman'. She was so beautiful she could have been elfkind, only there was a majesty about her that even the elves could not match. A necklace of starfire graced a neck that a swan would have envied, and her mouth was so sweet and ripe, he imagined she tasted of honey. And her perfume belonged to a night blooming flower that he was not familar with, but he knew it was such a flower because she belonged only to the night. And she only had eyes for him. Were the gods now interested in the doings of elfkind?

"Lady Selene, this is Lord Celeborn and my master, Hal-dear," Tiger said, unbelieveably happy right now.

Haldir actually caught his breath when the goddess turned her eyes on him. There was power in her eyes, a power that no male could deny. If she had wanted him, he would have been able to resist.

"I have no refreshments worthy of such a lady," Celeborn said, "but I offer what hospitality I may."

Selene held her hand out and a small wine jar of alabaster appeared. "Allow me then," she said. Tiger almost giggled and dropped on the ground at Haldir's feet. Selene pulled her eyes away from Celeborn long enough to smile at her. "I like seeing you smile Tiger," she said. "You have frowned too much lately."

"You know my Tiger?" Haldir asked curiously.

"We were friends long ago," Selene answered as Celeborn found cups for them to use. "I've been watching."

"How do you know Tiger?" Haldir asked as she poured wine into the cups, which surprised him. The alabaster wine jar was small but it was not emptying.

"I was there when she was born," Selene said. "Born from the magic of Prometheus." Seeing Tiger's eyes soften, she caressed the top of her head and said, "Your new master is very handsome. You are a lucky Tiger."

Tiger wrapped her arm around Haldir's leg and smiled. "Master is beautiful," she said.

Selene smiled. "Indeed he is," she said as the two elves and she drank from the cups. Tiger did not drink wine, never had, but she didn't mind that they did. Selene's wine was magic. More magic than Naiade wine. Moon magic wine was always more powerful than old Dio-not-nicest wine. Moon magic wine made you smile.

Haldir drained his cup and had to admit that was some very good wine. When Selene offered him more, he refused, "I need to keep watch," he explained and returned to his seat on the ground beside Tiger. "But I do have a qestion," and he looked at Tiger, "who was this Prometheus?"

"First master," Tiger answered. "I have not seen him in a very, very long time."

"A Titan like me who crossed an Olympian," Selene said and then turned her eyes on Celeborn. "I desisre your company," she said, getting to the point of her visit. "Will you have me?"

Celeborn's throat tightened when she fixed those starlight eyes on him. How do you refuse a goddess who will not be denied? His hand moved as if with a will of its own towards his tent. He parted the curtain and permitted her entrance and then stepped inside behind her.

Haldir stretched his legs out in the sand and leaned back on his elbows, his sword close by, and Tiger stretched out too using his lap as her pillow. He thought he understood Tiger's sadness now. She was dealing with memories that troubled her. Stroking her head, he said, "I won't leave you, Tiger." Selene had said he was a Titan like her, a god. How could anyone leave something as beautiful as Tiger?
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Celeborn was right, her lips tasted of honey, and the perfume he had smelled clung to her perfect skin and grew stronger when he released her hair from its comb. How do goddesses make love? Selene unfastened the broach at her shoulder and the soft white grown that she wore fell to the ground. She was moonlight in the flesh, her skin glowing softly. Gently, almost inquisitively she grabbed the hem of his riding tunic and raised it over his head. While he finished pulling it off, she leaned forward and claimed one pale nipple. It was exquisite. He swallowed hard and tossed the tunic aside. How does one make love to a goddess?

With only a pallet of blankets for a bed, he indicated he needed to sit to remove his boots. Selene smiled and when he sat down, she grabbed the heel and toe of one boot and pulled it off. Then she repeated it with the other. A basin of water appeared and she washed his feet, an act even more intimate than sex. He sat there watching her, fire burning in his eyes. When she was finished, the basin disappeared and she moved up his body to unfasten his leggings.

"My lovers normally do not wear so much," she mused as she untied the leather strings.

"It would not be practical where I am from," Celeborn answered with a catch in his voice.

"No, I suppose not," she agreed and eased his leggings down with his help. Tossing them aside, she returned to his body and admired the beauty that was purely male. Selene had many lovers, some of them shepherds, others, princes... and one of them now was the toy of Zeus. Zeus should have left him with her. But none could equal the majestic bearing of this elflord. Among humans he would have been a great king, even greater than that fool Atreus.

She leaned over and took Celeborn's strength into her mouth. He gasped sharply as she proved that even a goddess liked the taste and feel of maleness in her mouth. Celeborn closed his eyes and tried not to focus too much on what she was doing to him; he wanted to last, to enjoy it as long as he could. One does not get serviced by a goddess too often in his life, even an immortal life.

Selene posed him completely for several hous,controlling his body until she was satisfied herself and purred like a goddess against his breast in the afterglow. She kissed his skin and then sat up, their bodies still linked intimately. Running her hands over his body, enjoying the feel of him, she asked, "Why are you here?'

"We heard there was a balrog still alive," he answered and detected the shiver in her eyes. "Then it is true, there is one."

"I have heard of it, and I have seen its after distruction, but I do not know where it is," she answered.

"We went to the oracle, and the pythoness told us to go see the creator god on the mountain of the wild horsemen."

"Creator god?" she asked, a look of alarm in her eyes. "Do you know the name of this creator god?'

"No," he answered readily.

"I do," she said. "It is Prometheus, Tiger's first master. He is chained to a rock and an eagle has ripped his flesh open everyday for thousands of years. You are taking Tiger to see her first master."

Celeborn sat up but did not dislodge the goddess. "Maybe I need to reconsider this," he said to himself.

"Prometheus knows you are coming," she said against Celeborn's lips. "If you do not carry through with what the oracle has told you, terrible things will befall you....all of you. Prometheus is waiting, and he has been waiting a very long time." She sat up and opened her hand to the air. Something hard and green appeared in it. "This is opium. Feed it to him before the eagle comes. Do as he wishes and all your questions will be answered."

"What if he wants Tiger back?" he asked the goddess.

"He is chained to a rock and will not keep her," Selene answered. "But if he desires her body for one night, you would be a fool to deny him that."

"It is not my place to do that," Celeborn said. "Haldir will probably object."

"Most lovers do, but that is for you to work out," she said and stood up. "I must go now, Eos is starting to stir and I must go ready my brother's horses." She reached for her gown as Celeborn pulled on his leggings.
He followed her outside and watched as she approached the stallions of the Moon, now visible to their elven eyes. Frost, Snow, Rain and Cloud were their names, and eached gazed upon the goddess with blind devotion in their equine eyes. She stepped into the chariot and was gone.

Celeborn looked back at Haldir and Tiger still keeping watch over their now sleeping companions. The Naiades were gone, but they had left behind many pleasant memories for his riders. Even Glorfindel who was snoring in the sand beside Haldir had a smile on his face.

****the eagle was coming, his body sensed its presence even before his mind had time to register it. He tried to control his breathing, swallow down his fear, swallow down the pain that was coming,but that was all but impossible....soon he told himself as the dark shadow descended. Soon it would be over.+++++