Strange Allies

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Annowe was growing excited at the prospect of seeing Goldberry and Tom again. After they had crossed The Greyflood, she knew it would not be long before they reached the split in the road at the Barrow Downs.

With each passing day, Haldir watched her grow more joyful at the thought of seeing her sister again but he could not be happy at the thought of meeting Goldberry and Tom. For once they met, he would only have a week or less to be with Annowe and he did not want that time to come.

But she would not be denied the company of her sister and pressed northward urgently, reluctant to stop or rest. He understood her desire but knew he could only prolong their parting for so long. It would be much more difficult than he could have ever imagined. At the mere thought of boarding a boat for Valinor as she stayed behind made his heart ache so badly that he could not consider it for longer than a few moments.

Then one evening, she did slacken her pace, finally coming to a stop in the middle of the road. Haldir caught up to her and the horse. She was staring at the full moon in the sky.

“It is beautiful, isn’t it?” She murmured softly, her eyes wide with wonder.

“Yes,” he replied although he was not looking at the moon.

The look of childish awe on her face as the bright rays reflected on her smooth skin gave him pause. She was certainly not as beautiful as an elleth but neither was she as cool or distant. She was more like the burning embers of a fire than sunlight reflected on ice. Both were bright and beautiful yet one was warm and inviting while the other was merely coldly beautiful.

She slowly turned to him and smiled. He was so lovely in the moonlight, his pale hair and skin shining temptingly. She reached out to take a lock of his hair and twirl it in her fingers, watching the light play on it.

He watched her place her hand on his chest, smoothing his hair back and he felt the familiar stirring in his loins. Would he ever tire of her? Would he ever grow immune to the feel of her hands on his body? Of her lips on his? Somehow he doubted it.

Without another word, they found a place off the road and hobbled the horse. Quickly, they had a fire going and Annowe sat out the blankets. She wanted him. She needed to touch him, to smell him, to taste him all over.

When the fire was finally going well enough to be left unattended, Haldir sat next to her on the blankets and smiled. She grinned back at him. Very carefully, she ran her hands over his torso, feeling his hard muscles though his tunic. Would Goldberry and Tom allow them to continue their dalliance under their roof? Annowe did not know. This may be the last time they could have complete privacy and she was determined to enjoy it to the fullest.

“Take off your tunic,” she whispered, running her hand up his leg and under his tunic to touch his bare skin.

Haldir obeyed and tossed the garment aside. The firelight shone on his skin like the warm glow of the sun and she reached out to touch him, letting her fingertips just lightly brush him. His eyes followed her hands, needing to see them on him, craving her touch.

His skin was warm and soft, delicate yet strong. A ghost of a smile played at the corner of her lips and he could not resist leaning forward to tenderly kiss her. Her lips were meant to be on his just as her hands were meant to be on his skin.

“Mine,” she murmured, pressing her hand against his solid chest, pushing him gently away. “And I will do with you as I please.”

“What do you please, little one?” Haldir murmured indulgently as he lightly stroked her breast.

“It pleases me to touch you everywhere,” she answered, continuing to push against his chest until he was lying flat on his back gazing up at her.

“And you will not touch me,” she breathed against his lips.

He smiled. “As you wish,” he replied, folding his hands over his abdomen. What would she do to him? Did he even care? No, he did not!

Slowly, she began to smell his neck and hair periodically kissing or licking his skin and he grinned happily, enjoying the sensation of her enjoying him. When her lips began to suck on his earlobe, he closed his eyes and moaned softly, understanding that she planned to torture him for her pleasure. She would drive him to the edge of madness and he would not stop her.

“I want you, wicked one,” she whispered in his ear and he shivered. “You want me to want you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he agreed softly. More than anything else, he needed to know she desired him.

She murmured noncommittally and her tongue traced the point of his ear. He closed his eyes, silently begging for the strength to withstand her assault on his senses. He moaned and twitched when she lightly blew in his ear then began to kiss his neck as her fingers delicately traced the point of his other ear.

But he had wanted this! He had wanted her like this, pleasuring him, admiring him, wanting him! Her hand moved to pet his shoulder as her soft mouth continued to kiss his eager skin. He could not get enough of her!

“Yes, so lithe and strong,” she murmured appreciatively, squeezing his shoulder before allowing her fingers to trace the outline of his muscles.

Haldir sighed and watched her fingers run over his skin. Her hands were so small that it made him feel that much larger and powerful. Tenderly, she kissed his bicep then licked the crease at his elbow before nibbling down his forearm to the inside of his wrist. He shivered slightly at the sensation.

Slowly she took his hand in hers and raised it to her lips, nipping each of his fingertips in turn before licking between each of his fingers. He moaned softly, feeling his body tensing with desire for her. It seemed as if she wanted to kiss or lick every inch of his skin! And he could do nothing to stop her. What exquisite agony awaited him! He smiled at the thought.

She gently pulled his arm up over his head and stroked the tender flesh on the inside of it as she watched the expression on his face. His dark eyes were nearly closed and his pink lips half parted as he reveled in her attention, like a cat lapping up warm milk.

“Such a beautiful creature you are,” she breathed, slowly kissing a pattern over his broad chest as he moaned softly. How he craved the feel of her lips on his body!

“So very lovely and powerful,” she purred between gentle nibbles and tender caresses to his trembling torso. “How many an elleth has dreamed of being held in your strong arms? Crushed to your broad chest as you suffocated her with your hot kisses?”

Blushing and trying not to appear too flattered by her words, he turned his head slightly to the crook of his elbow so she could not see the large grin spreading over his face. She somehow knew exactly what to say to him to make him feel like a modest elfling at his first midsummer festival. It was uncanny!

But Annowe knew he was basking in her words and delighting in her touch. And why shouldn’t he? She was telling him everything she had ever wanted to say to him. There was no longer any reason to hold back. She would say and do as she pleased to him, to Mordor with the consequences!

“Yes, wicked one,” she continued to speak to him in her low voice as her hands and lips explored every inch of his aching skin. “Now you are mine.”

“Yours,” he agreed softly.

She grinned impishly and gently squeezed his stiffening member. “All mine.”

He moaned and watched her. Yes, he was all hers now. Just as she was his. As if to increase his torture, she removed her hand from his shaft and returned to kissing her way lower on his torso as he twisted under her gentle caress and teasing tongue. He would have confessed to anything at that moment to be able to simply take her but she did not want his confession.

Her hand rubbed his firm stomach and she lightly nipped his pelvis but showed no sign of ending her torture of him. Slowly, his hand grabbed a handful of her hair and he raised her head to look at him.

“No touching me,” she warned and gently pulled herself away from him.

He groaned and released her to continue her pleasure. What a sweet torture it was! Her hands stroking him everywhere as her soft lips followed in their wake! Her erotic words that were only for him. It was all he had wanted for so very long! How he ached to lay here forever with her as she touched him, kissed him and whispered her teasing words to him! The more she gave him the more he wanted.

Lower and lower she kissed on him as her fingers kept up their relentless caress. When her teeth nipped his muscular thigh, he hissed and squirmed, wanting her to take his throbbing shaft into her mouth but she did not!

Instead she kissed and stroked his legs, leisurely enjoying the graceful strength of him as she continued her slow savoring of his body. He panted and closed his eyes, lost in the physical sensation of her touch and quiet words as if he were drowning in her.

“So magnificent and lithe with your long legs and delicate skin!” She breathed as her lips grazed his thigh, moving lower on him. It was sweet agony to him not to be able to touch her or take her but he had promised and he did not want her to stop.

When she kissed the back of his knees, his toes curled and he moaned quietly. Her soft mouth was torturing him in exquisite pleasure! He would certainly perish if she did not take him soon as his heart would explode from his chest! He had no idea that his physical form could be so receptive to such delicate sensations! But she seemed to.

Where did she learn this? Not from an elf, certainly! Most of them did not relish their physical forms as lustfully as other creatures, thinking that pure physical pleasure was below them. But oh, he was so glad that she understood the physical aspect of his nature and how to make him fully enjoy it. He moaned quietly as he watched her hands stroke his eager flesh, lost in the sensation of being the center of her undivided attention both mentally and physically.

“Do you like it, wicked one?” She asked softly, pausing to stroke the inside of his thighs as she grinned heartlessly at him. She was completely enjoying the reaction she was causing in him and he deserved it. Oh, did he! After what he had done to her with his tricks! He deserved that and so much more!

“Yes,” he breathed, opening his eyes to look at her. He hated it and he loved it and he never wanted her to stop! She could have him like this until the end of time as far as he was concerned!

With a smile she leisurely returned to her pleasure, licking his ankle then kissing his foot while her hands continued caressing his legs, moving slowly downward. At the first touch of her mouth on his toes, he twitched and gasped quite loudly causing her to grin broader. Deliberately, she sucked each of his toes in turn as he squirmed, moaning at the erotic sensation. How much longer did she intend to torture him? Although he was an elf, there was only so much sensual pleasure he could take without going mad with lust! And she was pushing him steadily closer to that point.

But Annowe was thoroughly enjoying kissing and touching him everywhere and was not in a mind to stop. He was truly a splendid creature, so very sexy and sensual that she needed to touch and kiss every part of him in appreciation, no matter how he felt about it! Now that he was hers she would have him as she wanted him! He had started this whole chain of events and now he must pay for his folly!

Yes! She would fully indulge her own sensual nature with him and if he went mad because of it he would have no one but himself to blame! She had tried to tell him – tried to resist him but he would not relent until she gave in completely to him. And now she would allow her wanton desire full reign just as he had wanted!

Her quivering conquest had grown so hard that he could no longer bear it and grasped his aching shaft in his hand with a grateful sigh. He could not endure this much longer. He knew she would take him and it was just a question of WHEN.

But his body, now completely awakened to its full sensual desire by their initial coupling, craved union with hers and begged incessantly to that end. It was both mentally and physically torturous to him to endure her soft touch, kisses and words for very long. How did humans tolerate such an overwhelming need? It was remarkable!

Slowly she began to tenderly kiss and lick her way up his other leg, moaning in delight at his beautiful form. When she reached his thigh and saw what he was doing, she placed her hand gently over his to stop him.

“No,” she said softly. He groaned and silently pleaded with her to let him pleasure himself. His body was trembling, begging for release. How much longer would she torture him? Had he not suffered enough? He was not touching her, just himself!

“No,” she repeated, pulling on his wrist. Reluctantly, he released his throbbing member and instantly her eager mouth closed over it.

Haldir gasped and fell back weakly, closing his eyes in ultimate bliss before moaning in agony as she took him farther into her mouth. It would not take him long to climax as Annowe had teased him nearly to the end of his senses. Slowly, she slid her free hand up the inside of his thigh squeezing it as her other hand grasped his rod and moved it in rhythm with her mouth.

“Annowe,” he moaned helplessly, his body shaking madly and sweating as she took him ever higher. He would die soon, he was certain of it. Oh, the exquisite madness!

But she had not yet finished with him. Gently, she slid one finger into him and began to slowly massage him from the inside as she continued to suck him. Haldir dug his fingers into her hair and whined, certain he must perish from such blissful pleasure. He could not survive this! He gasped and struggled to control himself to prolong his enjoyment but it was a futile task. He was too far gone and the pleasure was too overwhelming.

He could feel her finger rubbing the very spot inside of him that Legolas would if he were with them now. How did she know? He had been a fool to think she was as inexperienced as Legolas! Now he was paying dearly for his folly but he did not care! No! Her soft hand stroking him, her finger rubbing inside of him as her mouth pleasured him completely nearly made him cry with ecstasy.

Trembling uncontrollably as his body tensed preparing for ultimate release, he gasped and whined as the liquid fire poured though his veins, engulfing his senses and threatening to make him burst from his skin. He wanted to scream but when he opened his mouth only a faint whimper emerged.

Annowe smiled at the sound. How good it felt to have the wicked and notorious March Warden quivering like a child in her grasp, begging for her touch as she controlled his pleasure. Oh, how wonderful it was to have him there as he cried out in blissful anguish, unable and unwilling to stop her.

Suddenly, his pelvis jerked forward involuntarily as the first surge of climax crashed through him and he let out a strangled cry of agony. He panted and moaned helplessly as wave after wave of pleasure ripped though him, threatening to tear him apart as he desperately convulsed in her hands. She grinned broadly and held tightly to him, relishing the sounds of his orgasm.

Dazed, shaking and panting, he tried to keep from losing his senses as his body continued to writhe in ecstasy. For several moments he could feel nothing but the supreme gratification of ultimate release - his mind dizzy from the intensity of his orgasm and his body weak from the exertion of it. His heart thumped so loudly in his chest that it sounded like the war drums of the Uruk-hai.

He gasped and tried to catch his breath but it was no use! He moaned helplessly in a vain attempt to gather his senses as his body continued to quiver uncontrollably. Certainly he must be dying! He was too weak to stand or think. All he could do was lie in the grass and tremble like a newborn babe. If this was death then it was welcome and none too soon!

As he lay there, nearing a certain death, her soft lips were on his, tenderly kissing him as her hands gently smoothed his damp hair from his cheek and shoulder. She nuzzled his neck and sighed contentedly before sliding her arms around his broad shoulders while murmuring soft words to him.

If it were possible, he was even more beautiful to her now with the afterglow of orgasm high in his cheeks and his full lips parted urgently gasping for air. She smiled against his neck, smelling him, feeling his body shake with pleasure and knowing it was she who had taken him there. He would never again tempt a nymph so foolishly!

Haldir closed his eyes and held her weakly. Would she have given her self to him with such reckless abandon if he were not leaving for the Undying Lands? He did not wish to think of it; it was simply too painful. No, he had her until they reached the Havens then she would return to Legolas.

At that thought, he squeezed her tighter with a shaking hand, vowing to pleasure her so completely that no other creature would ever take his place! Eru knew it would be many, many long years before his body ever forgot her touch or his lips her taste.

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