EXPOSED TO THE LIGHT

I was about to fall asleep last night, being exhausted from the day’s events, when I heard a rustling sound. I was alone in my tent. Prior to Elladan’s discovery that I am female I shared shelter with Penlod, my brother, and our friend Bethos. But it has been declared by Elladan that this is no longer proper and he demanded that a separate tent be pitched for me every night when we stop to make camp. I think that this new rule is ridiculous because Penlod and I have been sleeping together up until now with Bethos, and no impropriety has occurred. Now Bethos has been unceremoniously kicked out of the tent and must share with Gilfanon of all people! Penlod is sharing with Tifil, which is not bad because Tifil is nice, at least. A new guard is to be posted outside every evening and that makes me feel better. But poor Bethos!

I suspected that it was the guard who was making the rustling noise outside my tent and so I closed my eyes and prepared to drift off to sleep. But I was fully awakened by the touch of something against my lips. My eyes flew open because I was startled by the sensation.

“Shhh,” whispered a voice. “Do not cry out lest you disturb Penlod and Tifil in the next tent.” It was Elladan, and he held his finger to my lips.

“What do you want?” I asked. I strained my eyes to see him in the darkness. I felt a little thrill in my belly because of the image of his naked form that was imprinted in my mind. I could not shake it loose even if I wanted to. I noticed that my heart was pounding.

“Ilfrith—“ Elladan’s voice was soft. He caressed me with his voice as if it were his hands roaming over my body. “You know what I want and I believe you want it also. Let me lie with you”, he purred.

I felt an aching begin in my heart and echoed in my loins. My legs parted for him. Before I knew what I was doing, I groaned his name in my throat, feeling wanton and lustful as I did so. The only thing I desired in that moment was for him to take me, hard and fast, but our coming together was destined to be tender and slow.

When I groaned, he quickly threw himself down beside me and by the sound of his panting breaths I could tell that he was pulling off his clothes, and I could feel the heat emanating from his body. “Elladan”, I moaned beside him, and he turned and bent to kiss me. For a person as big as he is, he was very gentle with our first kiss. I smelled his musky scent and breathed it in deeply. I felt his smooth, warm skin as I ran my hands over his shoulder and his back, and down the deliciously hard muscles of his arms. He planted his pliant lips upon mine and began to kiss me, first tenderly, then more passionately, until our kisses became feverish and frantic. I opened my mouth wide to accept his tongue and the smooth warmth of it sent a thrill through me. I felt courses of icy rivulets winding their way down my back, until the place where the cleft of my buttocks begins tingled with desire. I tried to take his upper lip into my mouth and suck on it. His upper lip is my undoing because of its curves and the places where its fleshiness protrudes. It is the only part of him that looks vulnerable and it makes me feel weak whenever he smiles at me. His lips drive me to distraction.

“Elladan--my clothes,” I tried to speak while he was still kissing me, my lips pulled to his by an unyielding suction and I could not tell him that I wanted him to remove my clothing. I reached below with one hand and tried to pull down my leggings the way he had done in the lake. I yanked them down, lifting my knees at the same time so that I could kick them off of me. In the lake he had been rough with me and it was the most sensual thing I have ever experienced. I will never forget it.

“Oh, Ilfrith—“ He moaned against my hair and I could feel his warm breath whisper along the tip of my ear.

“Elladan—“ I turned my face toward him again, and felt his hand on my neck, caressing it just below my chin. I sank into his warm touch and shivered with anticipation as his smooth hands stroked my skin from the base of my neck to my chest. I lifted slightly as his fingers found the hooks on my shirt and slid them undone to explore the skin between my breasts. I reached into his caresses. I wanted to feel him cupping my breasts and stroking them. I wanted to feel his fingers fluttering across my nipples and so I shifted to help him remove my shirt. He pulled it down over my arms, pinning them to my sides and I felt the cool air upon my naked body causing my nipples to harden. When Elladan moved his hands over top of them, rubbing and exploring, squeezing the hard nubs between his fingers, I wanted to scream out loud, but I simply moaned so that no one else would hear me. At that same moment he moved his body against mine, rolling toward my side so that I felt his hard stiffness against my thigh. He moved his head so that he could suckle my breasts with his warm lips and he sucked each nipple between his tongue and his beautiful upper lip. As he did so, he ground the length of his body up and down against me and his erection rolled on top of my thigh, leaving a delicious trickle of wetness against my leg. I tried to picture him in my mind because I could not see him in the dark. The vision of Elladan in his naked glory –his toffee-coloured skin, tanned and virile, his proud nakedness exposed and displayed before me.

I didn’t flinch at the thought of what his huge member would feel like inside me. I just knew that I wanted it and cherished the anticipation of it. I reached my hand down to take hold of its length and felt the girth and the surprising smoothness of its skin. It was almost silky, its skin sliding loosely along the hard, erect flesh beneath it. Suddenly, I wondered how it would taste. I thought I would ask him – ‘Elladan, what does your cock taste like?’ And berated myself for my silliness. He laughed and then kissed me again, hard on the lips. “Oh, so I must have voiced my thoughts.” And I laughed with him. Then he rolled gently over top of me and slid so that he could leave a trail of kisses on my stomach and belly. When he reached the private place between my legs, he explored the hard nub of my excitement with his tongue. His hands stroked the tender creases between my thighs while I writhed and cried out in ecstasy. “Ai! Elladan, I beseech you!” I moaned as I peaked in waves of pleasure.

After he had brought me to climax he moved to lie beside me once again, and took my hand in his. After kissing each one of my fingers he placed my hand upon his crotch and turned toward me, nuzzling my neck. I stroked his lengthy member, smearing the wetness that oozed from the tip all over it with my hand. “I want to kiss it, just as you kissed me,” I whispered to him, and crawled down the length of his body until my face met the dark nest of soft hair from where his member sprouted. I held it and put my lips upon its tip. I kissed it lovingly and he moaned and raised his head, lifting the top part of his body upright. I parted my lips and took in as much of it as I could, and with my hot hand I stroked it gently up and down where I could take his length into my mouth. It tasted sweet like the rest of him. I shuddered with pleasure as I sucked upon its velvet tip.

“I want you to feel my balls too,” he groaned and he moved my hand to the warm sac that nestled between his silky thighs. I stroked and caressed them as I sucked on his length, and he reached behind me and cupped my buttocks in his huge hands. His hands easily surrounded my entire backside and he squeezed and fondled my cheeks, waves of pleasure rolling through my loins. I realized that I had not yet enjoyed the experience of feeling his own bottom under my hands, and I pushed him onto his side, no easy task. As he lay moaning with desire I ran my hand over the skin of his buttocks, and reveled in the feel of their soft flesh. I felt the urge to kiss that part of him too, and I lowered my face to the cleft between his mounds of flesh and tasted him there. His scent was musky and warm and he tasted like salty toffee. I ran my tongue down the length of his cleft, and grasped his member with my other hand and started to pump up and down his length.

“Stop!” he cried between gasps and moans. “Ilfrith! Stop!” With much difficulty I raised my head to peer at him in the moonlight. Even bathed in shadow he was beautiful, his black hair falling around his shoulders and down to his waist, his eyes wide and shining, his upper lip pushed forward in a pleading curve. “Please—“ he breathed. “Let me take you now.” I moaned and I gave his buttocks one last kiss with my face pressed into the soft flesh, and then I squirmed so that I could place myself beneath him, crotch to crotch.

“I want you to ravish me,” I said, not believing my own ears as I heard myself say those words. He leaned over me as I turned to lie on my back, and raised himself up on his hands. He pressed his hard cock against my throbbing mound and rubbed downwards until it slid between my thighs. I put my hand there to help guide it. I had licked my fingers to wet the entrance and ease his passage into me. I wanted him so badly that I was willing to accept some pain, and I cried out as he slid into me and filled me fully.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked with concern. “Sometimes I wish I weren’t so big.”

“I am sure you don’t wish that,” I remarked with a grin, disbelieving him. “And you didn’t hurt me.”

He chuckled. “No, you are right. I don’t wish that,” he whispered naughtily into my ear. “And I am glad I didn’t hurt you. But I’m not sure I believe you. You are brave, Ilfrith.” Elladan lowered his head to kiss me again, easing his body down to rest on his elbows and cupping the back of my head with his hands. My hands found his long, unbound tresses and I ran my fingers through their silky strands as we deepened our kiss and he began to thrust himself deeper and deeper into me. When he came it was in a huge crescendo of passion, groaning so deeply and loudly that I was afraid the whole camp must have heard us. I screamed as I, too, came in a wave of ecstasy bursting forth and shaking me from head to foot.

Elladan lay in my arms until the very early morning, before the first light of dawn began to rise. I did not sleep nor did he, as I played with his hair and stroked his beautiful skin for the rest of the night. Every few minutes we kissed each other again but we did not repeat the act of sex for fear of waking the others. No one woke, a fact that surprised me for I felt our cries of passion would surely have reached as far as Mandos’s Halls in Valinor. I wanted to speak to him of love for I surely felt it. “Elladan –,” I started to say, but he took my hand and kissed it. “Ilfrith –” he said in return and I heard amusement in his voice when he stopped me from speaking.

“How are we – what should we –” I tried to voice my thoughts but they were jumbled and I could not successfully ask him what I wanted to know.

He sighed and sat up, stretching his lithe body. “Ilfrith, we will talk again of this thing between us,” he said tenderly, and turned his beautiful face to look at me. I saw sincerity in his deep grey eyes. His dark lashes fluttered and my heart leapt a little with hope that he loved me in return. He lifted my hand to his desirable lips and kissed it again before letting it go and rising to his feet. I gazed once more at his splendid form and smiled at him, expectation and hope mingling in my heart as he turned and disappeared through the tent flap.