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Chapter 4
Title: Sigilion's Story chapter 4
Type: FPS
Author: Lady Mírfain (ladymirfain@earthlink.net)
Rating: NC-17 (in later chapters, I think. G for now)
Pairing: OMC/OMC
Disclaimer: The characters you recognize belong to Tolkien. I am just borrowing them to play with. I promise to return them with smiles on their faces.
Beta: Tuxedo Elf
Notes: This is the story of one of my OMC's. It comes mainly from role play situations. I own Sigilion and Faerfaen. Tuxedo Elf owns Carthôlion and Andernilion. Punisher8209 owns punisher. Mistress Mauburz is the property of the Magic Rat and Master Erestor. Other characters will be listed as they appear.
Summary: Sigilion tells his story.
Chapter 4
I had spent some time in my secret place. My fears of losing Carthôlion had been steadily growing. I knew in my heart that if the surgery was not successful, I might lose him. That day in the shop, I spoke with Melpomaen. He is a young elf, yet has a wisdom that is quite amazing for one so young. I spoke of my fears, that Carthôlion would refuse to bond if he was not whole, and Mel spent time with me, trying to make me see that this would not happen. Yet, I knew that I would only believe this if Carthôlion told me himself.
I went to my love, fully intending to tell him of my fears, yet all I could do was sob on his shoulder. I begged him never to turn me away, that I would not survive it. Comforting me, he told me this would never happen and gently kissed me, yet my fears would not leave me. I turned away, embarrassed at my tears and afraid to face him. He said not to be embarrassed by tears. I turned to look at him, and snapped. Dragging him close, I kissed him desperately, passionately as if trying to bury my desperation.
When Faerfaen came to give her ada his goodnight kiss, I was too afraid to face them both, until Carthôlion called e ane and my heart melted once again. I joined them both on the bed and knew true peace when Faerfaen wrapped her tiny arms around my neck and told me that she loved me. I could do no less and held her close, telling her that I loved her as well.
Snuggling with my family, I was content yet the fear still remained. Turning to Carthôlion, I asked him when we would bond. His words chilled me to the bone. He said that we would have to wait until he had recovered from the surgery all all I could think about was what would happen should he not. I started to ask him this, yet could not get the words past my lips. When he asked me to tell him, I finally did so and he held me close and told me that he would always love me, even should I find love with another.
Thinking quickly, I picked up the sleeping Faerfaen and swiftly returned her to her aunt, afraid that in my emotional state, I would wake her and scare her. Running the entire way I returned to my lovd cod collapsed on the bed beside him, tears streaming down my face. Carthôlion gently wiped away my tears and asked me to tell him what was wrong and I did so. I told him that I was afraid that if he were not healed, he would turn me away. Holding me close, he told me that would never happen, that I was his life and his heart.
Asking him if we truly had to wait, his words crushed me. For he told me that yes, we did have to wait for if Mandos called hie kne knew I would follow, and he could not bear that Faerfaen be left alone. I heard his words and knew them to be the truth. I vowed to myself that should the worst happen, I would remain and be strong for Faerfaen and raise her to the best of my ability. I would not leave her alone.
Yet his words once again opened the floodgates and I sobbed into his shoulder, begging him not to leave me alone, that I could not bear it. I kissed him, needing the reassurance that he wctuactually in my arms and he returned my kiss tenderly. I could think of only one thing that would reassure me now and I asked for it.
"Love me," I asked him and he said yes. Fearing that he misunderstood what I was asking, yet too afraid to ask again more clearly, I kissed him and then pulled him close with a sigh. When he snuggled into me, I began to run my hands over his strong back, luxuriating in the feel of the corded muscles beneath the skin. When he kissed me again, my fingers began to fumble with the clasps on our tunics, wanting to rid us of the barriers, needing to feel his skin against mine.
Moaning into Carthôlion's kiss, I lay back and pulled him on top of me, needing him with a desire that had consumed me. His surprise at my actions gave me pause only for a moment. With Carthôlion's help, our leggings were removed and for the first time, we were able to feel total flesh on flesh, and panting I voiced my deepest desire. "In mew…."w…."
Carthôlion's surprise was momentary, and then he moved us so that we would be more comfortable. Lifting my legs, and coating himself with oil, he slid into me. I cried out at the impalement, yet it was not a cry of pain, but one of passion and desire. Hearing Carthôlion cry out as well caused me to burn and I pulled him down and kissed him deeply.
Feeling him buried deep within me, I needed more, much more and begged him to move, which he did, very slowly. I could not think but only feel. I wanted him to pound into me, to take me roughly. I had forgotten all about his injury. I was panting and gasping and I told him that he was going to make me beg. Then, suddenly I realized what the problem was.
Wrapping my arms tightly around him, I carefully rolled us so that I was on top. I then set a punishing pace, angling so that he brushed the bundle of nerves deep within, with each stroke. Hearing Carthôlion call out in love, I too cried out my feelings and then leaned down and kissed him, never slowing our pace. Suddenly, I convulsed and fell over the edge, spilling myself and crying out before collapsing onto his chest. The feeling of Carthôlion spending himself inside of me and crying my name did more to heal my heart and settle my fears than words would ever have done.
Kissing Carthôlion and returning his loving smile, I lifted myself off him and then rolled us onto our sides to snuggle contentedly and nuzzle my face into his hair. I thanked Carthôlion at the exactly the same moment that he thanked me, and I grinned at him and kissed him deeply. Pulling him close into my embrace, we both slowly drifted into reverie. My heart was finally whole again, and I was sure that life would only get better.
Type: FPS
Author: Lady Mírfain (ladymirfain@earthlink.net)
Rating: NC-17 (in later chapters, I think. G for now)
Pairing: OMC/OMC
Disclaimer: The characters you recognize belong to Tolkien. I am just borrowing them to play with. I promise to return them with smiles on their faces.
Beta: Tuxedo Elf
Notes: This is the story of one of my OMC's. It comes mainly from role play situations. I own Sigilion and Faerfaen. Tuxedo Elf owns Carthôlion and Andernilion. Punisher8209 owns punisher. Mistress Mauburz is the property of the Magic Rat and Master Erestor. Other characters will be listed as they appear.
Summary: Sigilion tells his story.
Chapter 4
I had spent some time in my secret place. My fears of losing Carthôlion had been steadily growing. I knew in my heart that if the surgery was not successful, I might lose him. That day in the shop, I spoke with Melpomaen. He is a young elf, yet has a wisdom that is quite amazing for one so young. I spoke of my fears, that Carthôlion would refuse to bond if he was not whole, and Mel spent time with me, trying to make me see that this would not happen. Yet, I knew that I would only believe this if Carthôlion told me himself.
I went to my love, fully intending to tell him of my fears, yet all I could do was sob on his shoulder. I begged him never to turn me away, that I would not survive it. Comforting me, he told me this would never happen and gently kissed me, yet my fears would not leave me. I turned away, embarrassed at my tears and afraid to face him. He said not to be embarrassed by tears. I turned to look at him, and snapped. Dragging him close, I kissed him desperately, passionately as if trying to bury my desperation.
When Faerfaen came to give her ada his goodnight kiss, I was too afraid to face them both, until Carthôlion called e ane and my heart melted once again. I joined them both on the bed and knew true peace when Faerfaen wrapped her tiny arms around my neck and told me that she loved me. I could do no less and held her close, telling her that I loved her as well.
Snuggling with my family, I was content yet the fear still remained. Turning to Carthôlion, I asked him when we would bond. His words chilled me to the bone. He said that we would have to wait until he had recovered from the surgery all all I could think about was what would happen should he not. I started to ask him this, yet could not get the words past my lips. When he asked me to tell him, I finally did so and he held me close and told me that he would always love me, even should I find love with another.
Thinking quickly, I picked up the sleeping Faerfaen and swiftly returned her to her aunt, afraid that in my emotional state, I would wake her and scare her. Running the entire way I returned to my lovd cod collapsed on the bed beside him, tears streaming down my face. Carthôlion gently wiped away my tears and asked me to tell him what was wrong and I did so. I told him that I was afraid that if he were not healed, he would turn me away. Holding me close, he told me that would never happen, that I was his life and his heart.
Asking him if we truly had to wait, his words crushed me. For he told me that yes, we did have to wait for if Mandos called hie kne knew I would follow, and he could not bear that Faerfaen be left alone. I heard his words and knew them to be the truth. I vowed to myself that should the worst happen, I would remain and be strong for Faerfaen and raise her to the best of my ability. I would not leave her alone.
Yet his words once again opened the floodgates and I sobbed into his shoulder, begging him not to leave me alone, that I could not bear it. I kissed him, needing the reassurance that he wctuactually in my arms and he returned my kiss tenderly. I could think of only one thing that would reassure me now and I asked for it.
"Love me," I asked him and he said yes. Fearing that he misunderstood what I was asking, yet too afraid to ask again more clearly, I kissed him and then pulled him close with a sigh. When he snuggled into me, I began to run my hands over his strong back, luxuriating in the feel of the corded muscles beneath the skin. When he kissed me again, my fingers began to fumble with the clasps on our tunics, wanting to rid us of the barriers, needing to feel his skin against mine.
Moaning into Carthôlion's kiss, I lay back and pulled him on top of me, needing him with a desire that had consumed me. His surprise at my actions gave me pause only for a moment. With Carthôlion's help, our leggings were removed and for the first time, we were able to feel total flesh on flesh, and panting I voiced my deepest desire. "In mew…."w…."
Carthôlion's surprise was momentary, and then he moved us so that we would be more comfortable. Lifting my legs, and coating himself with oil, he slid into me. I cried out at the impalement, yet it was not a cry of pain, but one of passion and desire. Hearing Carthôlion cry out as well caused me to burn and I pulled him down and kissed him deeply.
Feeling him buried deep within me, I needed more, much more and begged him to move, which he did, very slowly. I could not think but only feel. I wanted him to pound into me, to take me roughly. I had forgotten all about his injury. I was panting and gasping and I told him that he was going to make me beg. Then, suddenly I realized what the problem was.
Wrapping my arms tightly around him, I carefully rolled us so that I was on top. I then set a punishing pace, angling so that he brushed the bundle of nerves deep within, with each stroke. Hearing Carthôlion call out in love, I too cried out my feelings and then leaned down and kissed him, never slowing our pace. Suddenly, I convulsed and fell over the edge, spilling myself and crying out before collapsing onto his chest. The feeling of Carthôlion spending himself inside of me and crying my name did more to heal my heart and settle my fears than words would ever have done.
Kissing Carthôlion and returning his loving smile, I lifted myself off him and then rolled us onto our sides to snuggle contentedly and nuzzle my face into his hair. I thanked Carthôlion at the exactly the same moment that he thanked me, and I grinned at him and kissed him deeply. Pulling him close into my embrace, we both slowly drifted into reverie. My heart was finally whole again, and I was sure that life would only get better.