The Elf and Future King

Thanks to my beta Viv
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JRR Tolkien owes everything except Amrun.

Chapter Five
Just for Tonight, I Am Yours


“Éomer, after tonight, I may never see you again. I want…no I need, to be with you. This moment will never come to us again and I cannot bear the thought of losing you. I saw that woman at the fire trying to seduce you. When I realized you intended to spend the night alone; I could not live with that. If the battle goes against you, you will have spent one of your last nights before facing the evil of Mordor alone.”

“And if the battle goes well and I return to you?” His dark eyes studied her face as he reached up and caught one of her stray curls between his fingers.

“We will always have this. One night. I cannot be with you forever but I can be with you tonight. If you will have me,” She whispered.

Éomer looked at her for a long moment. Amrun felt he was rejecting her, and she started to turn away. He pulled her to him and kissed her lovingly.

“I love you and I do not wish this to be our only night,” he said looking at her intensely. “But if that is all you can give, I will pray that this night never ends.”

Éomer buried his hands in her thick hair, bending down to kiss her again and into it this time he poured all the emotions and desire he had held back since the day he met her.

Amrun had never felt such wild passion before, and it was intoxicating. She could taste the ale when he kissed her and as the kiss deepened she felt his tongue in her mouth and his lips searing hers. His kisses were driving her mad and left her breathless. His hands stroked her back and he pulled her to him. She could feel the hardness of his body pressed against hers, causing her to shiver.

“Are you cold?” he asked, concerned.

“No. Please do not stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Éomer growled low in his throat. He began running his lips down her neck, savoring the tender skin and the way her hair smelled of flowers. She let out a soft moan and it was like music to his ears. As he ravaged her neck, her moans increased. When she whimpered, he felt unable to breathe. His hands reached her buttocks and he cupped them. Lifting her off the floor, he turned to place her on the table before him, bringing her lips level to his own.

Once again, he plundered her mouth and neck with his lips and tongue, amazed at her softness. Her skin felt like the petals of a rose and her lips like ripened peaches. He outlined her delicate ear with his tongue and she nearly jumped off the table in surprise at the exhilarating effect it had on her. When he reached for her again, his hand grazed her knee causing the cloak to fall away, showing her bare leg.

Éomer’s lust-filled eyes looked into hers for a long moment as he tried to catch his breath. His hand shook slightly as he reached for the ties of the cloak. She was breathing in fast, shallow breaths, watching his face as he exposed her completely. She felt the heat course through her blood and a blush rise to her cheeks. He did not say or do anything as he looked at her, his eyes running over every inch of her body. She had never felt so nude before. Losing her nerve, she shakily reached for the cloak.

“No, do not cover yourself, you are beautiful, perfect. I am just taken aback that you came to me this way,” he whispered, taking in her beauty.

Before she could say a word, he quickly removed his shirt then returned his mouth to her neck and continued kissing her. His kisses were increasingly more passionate and urgent. He lowered his hand to gently cup her breast. She moaned in pleasure and took a deep breath as she closed her eyes.

Suddenly, his hands left her body and her eyes flew open. Leaning around her, he pushed everything off the table onto the floor not caring where it fell. When the table was cleared, he began running his tongue along her silken skin of her shoulders. Gently, he caressed both of her breasts with his hands rubbing his thumbs in circles around her nipples and was rewarded with their hardening. Bending slightly, he trailed kisses across each breast. Finally he pulled one breast to his mouth and flicked his tongue across her nipple. She arched her back, giving herself to him fully as she moaned. He sucked the whole nipple into his mouth and continued stroking her other breast. He then pulled his mouth away from one breast and lowered it to the other.

As he continued to suck on her breasts, she ran her hands across his hard, muscular shoulders, enjoying the feeling against her palms. He was so well sculpted she could trace every muscle in his whole chest, which she did with a feather light touch, causing him to shiver. She explored his upper body in fascination while he drove her mad with his lips on her breasts. She wanted to stay like this for an eternity.

Gently pushing her to lie down on the table, he began kissing down her body as he unfastened his pants. When he was fully undressed, he covered her stomach with hot kisses and trailed along the inside of her thigh with his tongue. She could not reach him to touch his body so she settled for stroking his hair. His breath was so hot on her skin, she felt incapable of thoughts or words. Caressing her thighs, he moved them further apart. She jumped in surprise when he licked across the most sensitive part of her sex. His eyes flew to hers.

“Have you never been loved this way before?” he said huskily.

Incapable of speech, she shook her head.

Éomer smiled, even more aroused now, knowing that he was the first to pleasure her this way. Using his fingers to open her fully, he ran his tongue along her in broad strokes, eliciting shivers of delight. He flicked his tongue across her entrance and she moaned deeply, squirming under his touch as he brought her closer and deeper into his mouth. She tugged his hair that was intertwined with her fingers. She moaned, moving beneath him and he knew he was driving her mad with pleasure. He stuck his tongue in her deeper still and her body quivered. She called out his name as her breathing deepened.

Knowing how close she was to her release, he sucked on her as he slid one finger into her. After a few moments, he inserted another, amazed at how tight she was around his fingers. She moved up to him, meeting each thrust of his hand. He moved in and out while his tongue continued to torture her when suddenly, she arched her body up to his mouth as she called his name. As she climaxed, he removed his fingers from her and pulled her to him sucking deeply the nectar that flowed from within her.

Once she had stopped quivering, he moved up her body with his mouth, nibbling and sucking on her skin. When he looked at her face, he almost lost what little control remained to him. Her eyes were filled with so much passion; he felt it radiating from within her. Her face was flushed and her lips were swollen from his kisses. She was looking at him like some sort of feral animal and he wanted nothing more than to tame her.

Once again, Éomer kissed Amrun’s swollen lips as she aggressively sucked his tongue into her mouth. She licked and sucked his neck, burying her hands in his hair. When she came to his shoulder, she nibbled him lightly as she pulled his body tight against hers. Her hands were roaming over his chest and moving across his stomach. She looked him deep in the eyes, silently begging him for his touch. He reached down and pulled her knee against his hips, stroking her satiny skin. Putting his hands on her hips, he pulled her to the end of the table

Watching him closely, Amrun sat up. She looked at Éomer’s naked body, admiring the rugged maleness of him. Reaching down, she tenderly touched his hardness and traced the full length of him with her fingertips, shocked and frightened by his size. Her fingers teased him until he almost climaxed as she moved to encircle him with her hand. He grabbed her hand to keep her from stroking him until he regained his composure, unwilling to be sated as of yet. Releasing him, she lay back on the table and felt him guide himself into her.

Though seeing the size of Éomer’s manhood had made Amrun reluctant to allow him to enter her, she was so consumed with desire at this point that she could no longer stop him.

As Éomer entered her, her moist heat made him nearly lose his senses; he had to struggle to maintain himself as her tightness enveloped him. Gently he slid further into her until he felt the soft resistance of her maidenhead. Shocked and confused, Éomer stopped immediately and looked at her in questioning wonder.

“You are still innocent? But I thought you and Theodred were lovers.”

“No, I was not ready then. I want it to be you who takes my innocence. You are the only man I would want to have this last gift that remains mine to offer.” She looked so beautiful as her eyes begged him.

Éomer studied her face. He did not want to take advantage of her in her sorrow. Yet she had asked him of her own will and he desperately desired to be the only man who would ever touch her this way. Giving into his longing, knowing that there would no longer be any stopping this once he began again, he caressed her face and whispered,

“Amrun, listen to me. This will hurt when I do this. If I could, I would change that for you but the pain cannot be avoided. Do you trust me when I say this will not last long despite how much it hurts at first? Please know I would never hurt you if I could prevent it. I need to know that you trust me.”

Amrun looked at him as a slight fear crossed her face. Reaching up, she stroked his bearded cheek.

“I would trust no other to do this. I know you would never try to hurt me if it could be avoided. Please, Éomer, I need you to make love to me.”

Éomer took a deep shaky breath. Watching her eyes, he slowly withdrew himself from her a little. Biting his lip, he pushed into her quickly just enough so he felt all resistance break under his pressure. He did not move into her fully because she had tears of pain in her eyes. Leaning over, he kissed her when she cried out in pain. Stroking her hair away from her face, he covered her with light kisses until the pain passed.

“Shh. It will only hurt for a moment. I promise you, my sweet.”

Éomer continued to kiss her tenderly, caressing her cheek as his mouth claimed hers. After a few moments, Amrun’s kisses grew more passionate and involuntarily she arched up to him, wanting his full length inside her. Standing once again, he looked at her, seeing her pain replaced by a longing to become one with him.

Èomer continued to slide into her until he was fully embedded in her warmth and tightness, reveling in the sensation of her inner muscles caressing and embracing his hardness. His desire to make love to her since he met her made everything more intense for him.

Èomer moaned and thanked all that is holy for her gift to him. Knowing she had been untouched before him, he felt as if the Gods had designed for them to be together. She was his gift, and he cherished her above all else.

Slowly, Éomer began stroking into her. Her inner muscles gripped him when he withdrew, drawing him back into her. As he thrust into her, her body welcomed him. She moved up to meet his body, her eyes gazing intensely into his. He saw not only desire, but love and his heart rejoiced.

They moved as one in the age-old dance of lovers, meeting each other on every stroke. Feeling blessed, he looked down at her beautiful face and could not resist her tempting lips. As he kissed her, his tongue searched her mouth until she battled for his submission, which he gave willingly, as her tongue demanded entry to his mouth. She devoured him as he continued to move slowly into her body.

Pulling away from her kiss, he watched her eyes as he once again flicked his tongue over her nipple before taking it into his mouth. Her eyes pleaded with him to take her. With a moan, his control slipped as he slammed into her with one thrust. Her inner canal was tight around him, driving him mad. He cupped her buttocks in his hands and pulled her up to receive more of him, causing her to moan as she closed her eyes, inundated with the sensations he was causing her.

Èomer stopped, allowing her time to become familiar with him being so deep inside her. He stroked her legs as he waited, leaving trails of goose bumps everywhere he touched. She began moving against him, slowly at first, then setting a new, faster rhythm as she pushed her body against his, grinding around him.

He leaned over and caught one nipple in his mouth and thrust into her as he tormented her with his light nips from his teeth. Amrun moaned repeatedly, letting out small cries intermingled with soft whimpering. He felt her tightening around him and knew that she was once again, close to her peak.

Amrun moved desperately against him when Éomer would withdraw. Unable to control herself, she moved her legs away from his hips and placed both of her feet on the table, pushing her body toward him forcefully.

His control snapped and he thrust himself into her rapidly, all thoughts of gentleness now abandoned. Meeting every thrust with her own, she called out his name and shuddered.

He reclaimed her mouth with a deep passionate kiss and buried himself into her. Even in the throes of her climax, she continued to move against him. He barely maintained control as he continued his rapid thrusts, not wanting to end their lovers’ dance.

Éomer pulled her to a sitting position without breaking contact, then brought her arms up around his neck. Sliding his hands under her buttocks, he stood, bringing her body up with him as pulled her up onto him and carried her to his cot. She pressed her body tight against his as she continued kissing him intensely.

He sat down on the cot with her straddling his lap barely able to withstand his need for release. He finally surrendered control to her as she began riding him slowly and sensuously. He pulled her hair back in order to expose her neck and kissed and nibbled at her sensitive skin.

As her movements became quicker and more urgent, he grabbed her around the waist lifting her along his shaft until he was buried deep within her. He was close to his climax when she rose up, stopping suddenly and pulling away from him, trying to delay the impending end of their coupling.

Éomer growled at her and said, “Please Amrun, do not tease me. Not now.”

Amrun moved up and down his organ as Éomer moaned deeply into her neck. Once again, she slowly rose up and stopped. She ran her tongue around the outside of his ear and then slid down him again. She continued her torment until he thought he would go mad.

After some time lingering on the brink of climax, he lost control for the last time. He grabbed her waist pulling her up and then brought her body back down hard against him.

Gasping in surprise at the force with which he entered her, Amrun dug her nails into his shoulder, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Éomer. Recovering quickly from the sting of her scratching him, he buried himself inside her again, pulling her down onto him as his fingers dug into the flesh of her legs.

Unable to restrain himself, he slammed into her hard and fast. He continued his rough thrusts until she cried out, besieged by the waves of intense pleasure and he felt her tighten around him massaging his manhood deep within her. With one final thrust, he buried himself within her honeyed walls and reached his release deep inside her as he moaned and threw his head back in complete abandonment.

Èomer had a light sheen of sweat glistening on his body and his breathing was heavy as he tried to recover from the emotional and passionate culmination of his love for her. Collapsing on the cot beside her and still breathing deeply, he pulled her into his arms. Neither spoke for many moments, trying to recover their senses. When he finally could, Éomer looked down at Amrun and she looked at him. Her eyes were twinkling, her lips looked delicious, and her cheeks were glowing. She smiled at him enticingly and then giggled in happiness.

“Did I hurt you? “ Éomer asked pulling her close to him feeling every inch of the front of her body pressed against him as he stroked down her back and buttocks.

“It did hurt in the beginning, then I did not want you to stop. I have never felt anything so glorious in my life.”

Éomer bent down and gave her a slow sensual kiss.

Amrun laughed as she moved her hand down his back to grasp his behind and said, “are you ready again, my lord?”

Éomer laughed, “No, not unless you intend to kill me. But it would be a better way to die than any other I can think of. I had heard that elves were passionate but I had no idea.”

Amrun climbed onto his stomach and said, “Is it the elf in me? Then perhaps you have some elf in you as well.” She kissed him on the nose.

“No.” He laughed. “I am only a man who has been driven mad by an intoxicating woman who is more beautiful than anything in this world or the next.”

Éomer looked at her and suddenly she looked serious. She lay back beside him. He traced the lines of her face with his fingers.

“What is it? Do you regret what we have done?” Éomer asked upset.

“No. But what does this mean? What does this say about me? To throw myself at a man for one night’s pleasure. And so soon after….”

Sitting up and looking deep into her eyes, Éomer said, “do not say it. We did not betray Theodred’s memory. And you are not a whore, if that is what you are concerned about. I do not know what this means for us. Only you can decide that. Please do not ask me to feel guilty for the most exciting and happiest moment of my life. I have never felt this way about any woman before and I do not want to feel ashamed by it. If tonight was not as pleasurable for you as it was for me, it would shatter my pride. But I would have you tell me either way rather than think you were ashamed by it.”

“That is not what I am saying. I do not regret tonight but I just felt so out of control and so consumed with passion. It scared me, Éomer. I have never felt this way before now. I felt like we were two wild animals with no control or thought to anything other than our lovemaking. I was so immersed in the sensations and bonding between us, I did not care what it meant.”

“Is that so horrible? Are the feelings you describe unbearable? I have never felt such passion for any woman before. Even now, I cannot focus on anything but the feeling of your skin on mine, or how enticing you look right now. For a short time, we blocked out the rest of the world completely and moved into a dream world created just for us and us alone. As we gave in to our desire, all else ceased to exist. I do not understand how that could be wrong.” Éomer said shaking his head.

For a moment he said nothing then finally he turned to her and smiled. “I hope you did enjoy it as well. Otherwise, I was doing something wrong.”

Moving to sit on his lap, Amrun smiled. “No, you did nothing wrong although I feel we should practice once again to make sure you continue your incredible skills.” Quietly, she said with uncertain eyes, “I was unsure if I knew how to pleasure a man.”

“Oh yes, you definitely know how to do that.” Éomer said nuzzling her neck as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. “There were moments tonight when you nearly drove me to the point of madness.”

“Oh, and how did I do that?” Amrun asked curiously as she moved around to face him straddling him. He touched her face gently running his fingertips over her lips as he looked at her adoringly.

“You touch me and I feel like I am going to go mad. You taste so sweet; it makes me feel like I am going to explode. Your beautiful eyes that see into my very soul, your hair feels like silk, the feel of your skin, your intoxicating scent…” He kissed her tenderly “….and your ears. I love your ears.”

Amrun laughed joyfully at his endearing comments.

Suddenly he was serious as he scolded her. “Are you laughing at me, Lady Amrun? Do you think it wise to laugh at the future King of Rohan?”

“What would you do to me if I was? You are not the king yet. And I do not bow to the king now, why would I bow to you?” Amrun said daringly.

“If you had not already worn me out, I would teach you to obey or at least respect me. If I tried to make love to you now, I would die before stepping on the field of battle. Besides I fear I cannot live with the shame of being bested by a mere elf maiden.”

“A mere elf maiden who could best you easily.” She looked at him playfully.

“What do you mean by that, my little minx?” Éomer said smiling as he reached down and slapped her behind, causing her to gasp in surprise.

Amrun looked offended for a minute, and then a slow wicked smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. When she looked at him, he was reminded of the bold water sprite that had walked out of the water many moons ago. That was an image he kept close to his heart never forgetting the first moment he saw her.

“I could do this….” She kissed him on his lips, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth.

“And then do this…..” She kissed him on his neck, teasing with her lips and tongue, all of the way down each side, occasionally softly biting his tender skin.

“And then I could do this …”.She slid off his lap on to the floor sitting on her knees in front of him still kissing him on his chest and nibbling lightly on his nipples.

“Then I would do this….” She leaned forward and licked him on his stomach as her hands reached around him to caress his back, pulling him to her as she swirled her tongue in lazy circles around his toned stomach.

Éomer ran his hands through her hair and under her chin pulling her face up to look at his.

“Do not tease me again,” Éomer warned her.

Amrun ran her hands down his chest and looked at him innocently.

“Your mouth says do not but your body is betraying your desire, my lord.” Amrun said quietly.

Amrun put her hands on his strong solid thighs and pulled herself up between his legs and then slowly slid her hands up the insides of his firm legs. Every inch of his body was toned with tight muscles and she loved touching him.

“Do you want me to stop?” She whispered.

Coming closer, her breasts grazed his muscular chest and her tongue slid up his neck towards his ears.

“If you tell me to stop, I will, my Lord,” she whispered in his ear.

Éomer tried to capture her mouth with his own only to have her pull away.

“No, you are not allowed to touch me this time. This time you must surrender to me. I will have you at my mercy rather than have you torture me. Do you trust me as I trusted you?“

“Yes,” Éomer replied quickly.

Amrun began kissing down his neck again as she ran her hands across his shoulders.

“Amrun, what are you doing to me….” Éomer moaned.

“Lay back, you will soon see.” She pushed him back onto the cot. “Do you want me to stop now?”

“No,” Éomer said quietly as his breathing quickened. He did not know what she planned to do to him but she had him completely at her mercy. She could have asked for the moon and he would have found a way to give it to her.

“You tell me if you want me to stop and I will.” She whispered in a breathy voice.

Leaning forward, Amrun pulled his lip in between her teeth and gently bit him. She traced the outline of his mouth with her tongue. Then she leaned over running her lips across his ear and sucked his earlobe into her mouth. He moaned and reached for her. She pushed his hands away and held them pinned to the cot. She lazily licked down his neck and then bit him gently on the shoulder. With her hands, she followed the contours of his solid chest with her fingertips then slid her hands down his hard muscular stomach. Once again, he tried to reach for her. This time, she pulled away.

“Do you want me to stop?” Amrun demanded.

“No!” Éomer pleaded.

“Do not try to touch me again,” she warned.

Once again, Amrun bent over and licked his chest, moving lower each minute. Once she reached his stomach, she swirled her tongue around him until he was quivering. She bit him softly followed by a tender kiss and he moaned. Nervously, she took his hardness in her shaky hands as she sank to her knees before him. She timidly slid her tongue down to the base. Èomer moaned loudly. At first unsure, she used his moans as a guide to what he enjoyed her doing. She ran her tongue from the base to the head on the other side tracing the crown of his organ. She heard his sharp intake of breath.

Growing bolder at his obvious pleasure, as Amrun caressed him she slowly closed her mouth over him. Sliding him in and out of her mouth, she continued to run her tongue over him as much as she could. Due to the size of his engorged manhood, she was unable to fit most of his shaft into her mouth so she continued to stroke him gently with her hands. Pulling him all the way out of her mouth, she kissed his organ licking the pearl of seed that wept from him. She sucked him ardently back into her mouth once again enveloping him in her scorching hot mouth. Éomer was moaning and groaning her name. He buried his hands in her hair and pulled her closer to him. She continued to pleasure him until he could take no more. Pulling her away from him, he lay her on the cot and moved on top of her.

This time Éomer entered her slowly and taking his time, he moved in and out of her just savoring the feeling. She was looking at him steamily and he held her gaze with equal fervor. For a long time they moved together as one. He saw in her eyes before he felt it in her body, that she was as close to climax as he was. Trying hard to stay in control, he continued his leisurely pace. Just when she was about to succumb to her passion, he withdrew from her and moved her leg over his arm so she was lying on her side. He then rolled her on her stomach and pulled her up by the waist until she was on her knees. When he entered her again from behind, he was deeper in her than ever before. His mere entry caused her to scream in climax.

After stroking into her through her climax, Éomer continued his slow hard thrusts as he ran his hands over her buttocks. She pushed back against him as she moaned and gasped at the sensations of his complete filling of her. Èomer sat back on his heels and pulled her to him with her back against his chest. He moved her hair away and licked her neck and ears. Every time he touched her ears, she quivered and he could feel it deep inside her. He brought his hands up to her breasts and caressed them, one hand then slipped down to rub her inner core. She jolted as if she had been struck by lightening. She moaned his name as she moved against him. He twisted her slightly and closed his mouth over her own. After only a few moments, he had her close to another climax. He had to keep his mouth on hers because she was crying out so loudly that he was worried someone might hear them and come to investigate. Soon she screamed his name and he sped up the pace of his thrusts into her. Finally he grabbed her by the waist, buried himself to the hilt, and climaxed deep within her.

They collapsed on the bed together again. Éomer rolled Amrun over and wrapping his arms around her, kissed her passionately. As the cool night air swept against their hot skin, Amrun shivered. Éomer reached over and found a blanket for them, pulling it over them as he snuggled against her.

“You need some sleep or you will fall off your horse tomorrow. Perhaps I should leave so you can get a few hours sleep at least,” Amrun whispered.

“I have slept alone for many years. I do not want to sleep alone tonight. Besides you are keeping me warm,” Éomer whispered as he cuddled with her.

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