Strange Allies

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Eagerly, Haldir’s hands ran over Annowe’s curves, stroking her velvety skin as his lips caressed her neck. She wiggled closer to him, clutching him tightly, kissing or nipping him wherever her lips could reach.

He moaned, determined to fulfill his plan! He would carve out a place in her heart! He would make the balance even between them! No matter how long or how great the effort, he must even the balance between them!

Feeling her naked in his lap as he was fully clothed was a very odd yet erotic sensation. He wanted to feel his skin on hers and yet he knew that if he did, the urge to enter her would be nearly unbearable to him and he needed to restrain himself.

Closing his eyes, he placed his face between her breasts and caressed them to the sides of his cheeks. She was so warm and soft, her body inviting him, her scent enticing him. Slowly he began to suckle her as his thumb rubbed over her other nipple causing her to moan and squeeze his hair.

“I will have you, little one,” he threatened softly to her breast. “I will drink every last drop of you.”

She giggled and squirmed, tugging playfully on his hair and clawing at his tunic. Reluctantly, he finally let her remove it so she could run her hands over his muscular chest. He moaned quietly at her touch. It would take all of his considerable self-control not to give in to his fierce desire to simply take her again but he must!

“It is my turn to touch you as I please,” he breathed against her lips. “To fully explore your body as I have so long desired.”

“No,” she teased, nipping his earlobe. “I cannot allow it.”

“It is not your choice,” he purred, caressing the side of her breast. “It is mine.”

Before she could reply, he let the full force of his pent-up desire wash over her and she gasped in surprise. He could feel her begin to tremble in his arms and he smiled wickedly.

“Yes, it is my choice now,” he murmured, laying her down next to him so he could fully enjoy her body. “My choice.”

Slowly, he bent over her and kissed her shoulder as his fingers leisurely roamed over her soft skin. Annowe moaned quietly, unable to withstand his desire and his intoxicating touch. Her body quivered in anticipation. He could drive her to madness with nothing more than his seductive words, tender touch and fierce desire. He did not need to enter her but her body begged for union with his.

“Yes, little one,” he continued, watching his hands slide over the swell of her breasts to caress her belly. “My choice.”

He smiled as he watched her skin dimple at his touch. Lightly, he flicked his tongue over her nipple while his hand stroked her pelvis. She squirmed and hissed, her body aching for his. How could he torture her so?

He moaned when he felt her hand tighten in his hair. He wanted to devour her completely. To drain every last drop of pleasure from her body. Slowly, his hand slid down to squeeze her thigh and she wiggled slightly in his grasp.

“You want me to suckle you again, don’t you, little one?” He teased, watching her expression.

“Yes,” she gasped, caressing his cheek. She needed to feel his mouth covering her breast as he gently sucked her.

He lowered his head and kissed her nipple, slowly letting his lips slide apart as he took her into his mouth. She moaned and gripped his hair tighter as he wrapped his arm around her hips holding her close. He closed his eyes as he suckled her, moaning softly at her response, his tongue flicking back and forth over her erect nipple.

She writhed in his grasp as he moved to suck her other aching breast. He could hear her heart thudding in her chest as he continued to leisurely pleasure her and squeezed her hips closer to his body.

“Yes,” he whispered, his head moving lower on her as his lips skimmed her flesh.

He breathed in the scent of her skin as his cheek caressed her belly. He opened his eyes to gaze up at her and smiled slightly at the look on her face. Her eyes seemed to be silently begging him as she panted quietly, her mouth slightly open, tempting him to kiss her.

How he wanted to make her beg him for release! Yes! To hear her pleading voice in his ears as he took her higher made his trousers tighten. He could have her over and over again. He could make her come as many times as he wanted – as long as he could withstand his own bodily desire to merge with her.

The thought made him grin and he stroked her breasts lowering her hips back down to the ground. Gently he began to run his hands over her as he watched her face. Her skin was so soft under his fingertips and he sighed quietly in contentment as he traced her curves with his hands, admiring her full luscious form. She was a ripe creature, brimming with wanton desire and a lust for life. Would he ever get enough of her?

“You know what I want, little one,” he purred, moving his hand between her firm thighs.

She whimpered softly as he began to push her legs apart but she did not resist him. How could she? Her body begged for his touch and she could not get enough of his sweet lips on her naked skin.

“Yes,” he breathed. “You know what I want.”

He needed to push his desire onto her or her writhing and moaning would be unbearable to him. It was no wonder that Legolas had such a difficult time controlling himself! Once his own true sensual nature had been awakened, he had become ravenous for her!

He continued to ease her legs apart as he tantalizingly kissed her thigh. Slowly he slid his fingers into her as she hissed and squirmed, her pelvis rising to meet his hand. He needed to drive her to the edge of madness before he took her.

“Tell me what you want, little one,” he teased, his tongue flicking over her secret place.

Annowe whined and gasped, her body straining for release. His hands on her eager skin as his desire surrounded her were nearly enough to make her incoherent with lust.

“I want you,” she moaned weakly. “I want you inside of me.”

His tongue snaked out and caressed her again causing her to cry out softly and twitch in his firm grasp.

“That is not the correct answer,” he sighed regretfully, enjoying every moment of her torture.

“Please,” she begged, clawing at him. What did he want from her? “Please!”

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he repeated patiently, touching only the tip of his tongue to her most sensitive spot and moving it in a slow tantalizing circle.

A strangled noise escaped her parted lips and she twisted desperately under him. What did he want her to say? She would die if he continued his torture of her without entering her!

He smiled at her reaction, now content to tease her mercilessly although he was eager to take her completely into his mouth for his own pleasure. But he would wait. He could wait until she begged him and he would make her beg.

“I want you to,” she breathed. What? She wanted him to what? Oh, what didn’t she want him to do? “I want you to take me. To put me out of my misery. I do not care how you do it, just please, Haldir. Please.”

Deliberately, his lips closed over her tender node as he moved his fingers in rhythm to his tongue. Annowe cried out in relief and arched her back as Haldir moaned in satisfaction.

“Eru!” She whined, grabbing a handful of his flaxen hair as she writhed in his grasp.

“Yes,” he murmured against her swelling flesh, pleased at her reaction. “Yes, just like that.”

He raised one of her thighs and placed it over his shoulder, sighing in contentment as he moved into a more comfortable position. He could stay here between her firm thighs, tormenting her with his eager mouth until she could no longer stand.

“All day,” he whispered hoarsely, groaning at his own lust. He would not make it all day without losing control if she continued to writhe and moan like this!

Leisurely his tongue flicked over her while his fingers continued to probe her. She moaned in agony and squirmed against him, her head swimming with the overwhelming pleasure.

“Tell me you like it,” he demanded softly, watching her tortured expression.

She panted, her heart beating like a war drum against her breast. It took every ounce of concentration she possessed to speak. Her bodily sensations were overriding everything else!

“Yes!” She moaned helplessly. “Oh, yes! I like it!”

It was all the encouragement he needed and slipped her other thigh over his shoulder as he lustily began to devour her. Another strangled cry escaped her and she whimpered helplessly before finally sinking weakly into the grass.

Haldir wrapped his arms over her thighs to keep her from squirming away from him and moaned softly as his gaze met hers. The agonized look in her eyes was so satisfying to him that he did not want her to come. He wanted to simply hold her there in that endless pleasure forever as he watched the blissfully tortured expressions play over her face as he consumed her.

But his instinct was to drain every drop from her body in that instant as she moaned and writhed in pleasure and he could not fight it. His tongue frantically ran over her swelling flesh as she continued to pant and whine in ecstasy. He could feel his own body ache with need but he ignored it, wanting simply to pleasure her completely without end.

“Haldir,” she gasped as he gently began to suck her delicate tissue. The rest of her words were lost in a strangled whimper as her mind ceased to function. The physical pleasure he was giving her made it impossible for her to think clearly. All she knew is she would perish if he stopped and she might possibly perish if he continued. How much pleasure could she take?

He closed his eyes and smiled as he drank deeply of her, moaning in delight at her taste and reaction to him. The more she writhed the more he enjoyed it and he did not want to stop.

“All day,” he hissed, willing her not to come just yet. He had not quite drunk his fill of her.

“Yes!” He heard her breathe as her body began to tremble.

She felt as if she would die from the pleasure he was inflicting upon her. His soft mouth taking her higher and higher as her body shook helplessly in his embrace. It was simply too much for her to bear!

“Please,” she begged urgently. “Don’t stop!”

“All day,” he replied softly, his tongue quickly returning to her aching flesh.

She groaned and clutched her heart with one hand. She would not last all day! She would not last another minute! He was simply too much! His teasing tongue, soft lips and quiet moans from between her thighs would drive her mad!

With a loud gasp, her pelvis jerked upward and he held her tightly as she began to writhe desperately against him, panting and moaning in ultimate pleasure. He closed his eyes and clung tightly to her as her body undulated in his grasp, his tongue lapping her eagerly.

“Stop!” She breathed, fearing her heart would explode if he continued.

He moaned in response, ignoring her demand. He wanted to drink every drop from her and he would! He felt her contract against his tongue and knew he would no longer be able to hold back his own lust. She had driven him to the edge of his self-control with her response to him and he needed to drive the ache from his loins.

Desperately, he kicked off his trousers as she continued to writhe, her free hand clutching at him, needing him, fearing he would leave her.

As her thrusts subsided, he crawled up her, hooking her ankles over his shoulders and sliding his aching shaft deep into her swollen canal, moaning loudly at the exquisite pleasure of it.

She gasped as he entered her, certain she would explode from the physical bliss she was feeling as he sank into her.

He thrust himself forward and hissed, lowing his head to kiss her eager lips and sliding deeper into her until she groaned and dug her fingers into his chest.

“Annowe,” he moaned slowly pushing against her. “I want to,” his words were lost in an incoherent murmur as he increased his rhythm against her. She was like sliding into some delicate hot oil and he whined softly, feeling his body completely merge with hers.

“Yes,” she breathed. Oh, how she loved the feel of him inside of her! It was as if he was in her mind as well as her body. Was that part of his trick? That connection between them when they joined?

Her hands eagerly ran over his muscular arms while he continued to thrust against her, biting her ankle lost in his own pleasure. Out of curiosity, she tried to push her desire onto him like he taught her in Lothlorien to see what would happen.

At her first attempt, she noticed no response from him and she wondered if perhaps she wasn’t remembering it right. But she tried again to be sure. This time, his reaction was immediate.

He gasped and opened his eyes wide. “No!” He hissed desperately, feeling the tingle rush like fire across his loins as her desire slapped him brutally.

But he could not fight it. The combined feeling of thrusting deeply inside of her as her overwhelming desire overtook him was too much and he moaned helplessly as he began to climax.

He cried out in mingled frustration and bliss against her ankle as his body froze for a split second before he began to spasm helplessly in her grasp. She watched him in fascination, slipping her ankles from his shoulders and pulling him close as he continued to pant and writhe in release.

“Why?” He breathed as his orgasm subsided as quickly as it came. “Why did you do that to me?”

“Did I hurt you?” She asked anxiously, stroking his back. “I’m sorry. I did not mean to hurt you.”

He smiled then sighed before raising his head to look at her. “No, you did not hurt me, little one. But you made me come more quickly than I would have liked to.”

“Oh,” she said, not sure how to answer him. She was thankful she had not hurt him.

“We can do it again,” she offered in a small voice.

He laughed and kissed her tenderly. Of course they could do it again! But this might be their last opportunity to fully enjoy each other, as they would reach the Barrow Downs on the morrow. How he longed to make this night last forever, to make time stop for them.

“Yes,” he agreed, stroking her hair and wrapping one delicate finger around her curls. “We can do it again and again. But you must learn to control your desire a bit more otherwise I will not be able to fully enjoy myself!”

She giggled and snuggled against him. “I don’t know if I can do that,” she admitted against his chest. “You just make me mad for you.”

He stiffened at her words. “Mad for you” her words certainly only meant sexually, didn’t they? They were both reveling in the afterglow of their coupling so she could only mean she was mad for him physically, yes?

“When you’re inside of me, pleasuring me like that, I just lose all control. I cannot help myself,” she amended smoothly. What was she thinking? When had her tongue become so lose in regards to the Wicked March Warden? She must stop talking this madness or he would begin to believe that she actually wanted him!

As their eyes met, Annowe shivered involuntarily and Haldir felt his heart tremble in his chest. Quickly, she pressed her face into his shoulder so she did not have to see him like that – his body merged with hers and his eyes, soft as a gray dove, gazing down on her tenderly.

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