Killing Beauty

Hey Marz: I love your observations...but can you think of a better way to go? I think sharing the same breath is even more erotic than the actual sexual act. And besides, Ashva had told him not to face Kalan, but would he listen? Noooooo.
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Out of touch, out of reach
You could try to get closer to me
I'm in luck
I'm in deep, yeah
Hypnotized, I'm shaking to my knees
I gotta know tonight it you're alone tonight
Can't stop this feeling, Can't stop this fire Oh, I get hysterical, oh can you feel it?

Def Leppard......Hysteria
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Orophin gazed up at the night sky and found himself feeling very protective towards his wounded brother and his lover. AShva was curled up at his side, her head below his arm where if he lowered it he would touch her.
Hearing someone coming, he looked around and saw that it was Tarla coming to check on her patient, and she also had some ale with her to keep the dampness of the night away.

"How is he?" she asked and sat between Orophin and Rumil.

Ashva looked up, saw who it was and laid back down, turning so her face was against his side. She wanted to be aware of nothing but him. She wanted his scent to be the only thing she smelled, the heat of his body the only thing she felt, his breathing the only sound she heard. Everything else she shut out.

"He sleeps," Rumil said, more moved by Ashva's display than Orophin. Orophin had detached himself from the act, seeing it less an act of sex than one of love and longing. Rumil had imagined too much.

"I brought some more poultices," Tarla said and handed the dry wrap to Orophin. "When you change it, remember to add some water. It needs to be damp."

"I thank you," Orophin said and placed the wrap in his saddle bag.

Tarla smiled and held up the jug. "Thirsty?"

"You are so kind," Rumil laughed and accepted the first drink. Elves did not get drunk very easily, but this did not keep them from enjoying an alcoholic beverage, although some elven wine was quite potent. He passed it back to Tarla who took a drink and then passed it to Orophin. Orophin was not a conniseur of ale, much prefering wine, but it did chase the dampness away.

"Has he awakened any?" Tarla asked, still intrigued by the fact that elves slept with their eyes open. Just out of focus.

"For a little while," Orophin replied, not wanting to elaborate.

"MUch pain?"

"Couldn't tell," Rumil answered and took the jug from Orophin.

"Why couldn't you tell?" Tarla asked and took the jug from him.

Rumil grinned wickedly and said, "Ashva was pleasuring him. I don't think he could speak."

Tarla took another sip of ale as an image of pure decadence came to mind. The older brother had not been overly approachable when they came through last, although she had picked up on his strong will and supreme belief in himself. How are you not attracted to the unapproachable? Even wounded his personality had been so overwhelming that his brothers and lover had been reluctant not to do his bidding. And when she had bathed his wound, he had said not a word nor made a sound, as if admitting weakness in front of a human was unacceptible. Even concerns about the wound itself did not move him. It was simply something he had to deal with.

"Tough man," she finally concluded and took another sip of ale before passing it to Orophin.

"Elf," Rumil corrected her. "We are elves."

"Yes, of course you are," she said as Orophin passed the ale jug back across her to Rumil. "He's a tough elf."

"As are his brothers," Rumil spoke up. Looking at the healing woman, he started thinking about sex. She had a nice full bosom and slender waist. He could get lost in a bosom like that.

Orophin glanced over at Rumil and smiled. He could tell from Rumil's tone that he was getting antsy. He thought about the times he and Rumil entertained human females together, but for some reason, Orophin wasn't in the mood tonight. He needed to keep watch. He needed to protect Haldir.

"As are his brothers, no doubt," Tarla said, suddenly captivated by the wickedly handsome elf. There was mischief in his eyes and such a seductive smile on his lips. She desperately wanted to kiss those lips.

In a little while the ale was gone, and Tarla was feeling no pain. If anything things were way too hot. Orophin's conversation was polite, but Rumil's always seemed to be hinting at something else. Something more entertaining. She was certain she wasn't misunderstanding him.

"It is getting late," Orophin suddenly spoke up. "Brother, escort the lady home least something evil captures her and we lose our healer."

"Is there evil about?" Tarla asked nervously and looked around.

"Not with Rumil along to protect you," Orophin assured her. "He is the hero of this adventure having saved our dear brother from greater evil than you can imagine."

"REally?" Tarla asked with sincere appreciation in her voice.

"My brother embarrasses me," Rumil said as he helped Tarla to her feet. Hooking her arm in his, as gallantly as a horny elf could do, he smiled and led her off towards the village.

Orophin slowly shook his head and leaned back on his saddle, using it as a pillow. This was going to be A LONG night. He smiled.

Tarla stumbled and grabbed Rumil to keep from falling. "Too much ale," she confessed, enjoying the feel of his body against hers. Solid, she thought. Solid and seductive, and...why was he looking at her like that? Like he wanted to kiss her? Why was she having a hard time breathing?

His lips met hers and she thought she would stop breathing. It was most slow and thorough, neither too hard nor too soft. And when his tongue sought entrance into her mouth, she met it with her own. Encircling his neck with her arms, she met his burning kiss with one of her own.

"I have my own room," she whispered against his mouth.

"Indeed?" he asked. "And you desire me to see it?"

"I desire you," she responded and searched for a way to get his tunic open.

"It'll be easier to undress me in your room," Rumil assured her with a laugh.

"This way then," she said and took his hand.

Tarla's room was not large, but it was clean, and the bed looked comfortable. That was all Rumil could think before she had him flat on his back, on the bed with one foot in the air and her hands working hard to get the boot off. All right, this was good. She set the boot on the floor and then removed the other. Climbing on the bed with him, her eyes fixed on his leggings, she proceeded to untie them and with a little...very little...help from Rumil, she yanked them off. She certainly liked what sprang up. Seeings as how she was in a hurry, he removed his own tunic.

"Aren't you going to undress?" he asked, wondering if she was just going to hike up her skirt and get to business.

She smiled and pulled the blouse off. Rumil nodded appreciatively. He liked well endowed women. The skirt and under garments came next, and while her impersonation of a tigress going after her prey left a bit to be desired, Rumil was most forgiving. It was the thought that counted. She was hot and willing, and he was horny.

So now what? Lie back and let her satisfy her fantasy? That was the trouble with women, they always had this "let's rape the elf" fantasy". What if the elf wanted to be the aggressor? What if he wanted to rub his face in soft warm breasts and suckle on dark nipples until his lover moaned deliciously with wanton lust. Oh wait, that was what he was doing. And he liked the fact her breasts smelled of rose powder. Oh, and let's face it, if your Haldir's brother, you have a reputation to live up to. Out of commission or not, Haldir had a reputation that had been cultivated among females (and yes, some males) over the ages of being the finest lover in Middle Earth. His brothers had to carry on the tradition. It was family pride.

Tarla moaned as he kissed his way down her body and found her treasure. It didn't take much for him to locate the pearl and tease it into an explosive orgasm. Tarla bit her hand to keep from yelling out. Then Rumil showed her the correct way to do the cat climbing up its prey's body. He rose on his knees and waited for her to appreciate what he was offering her. Smart girl. He closed his eyes as she took him into her mouth and slowly fellated him to a most satisfying orgasm.

"Now that I have safely returned you to your home," he said breathlessly as he got up to dress, "I will return to my camp."

She waved her fingers at him as he dressed. By the time he was finished and ready to slip out the window, she was snoring softly into her pillow.

Orophin glanced back as Rumil arrived in the camp and threw himself on his bedroll. "Thank-you, brother," he said to Orophin.

"You are welcome. Perhaps I will need a similar favor one day."

"I am at your service."
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The sun rose red in the East, the lower level clouds catching its fire in a great halo of light. Haldir watched it while lightly stroking Ashva's head which had found his arm during the night and was using it as a pillow. He knew she wasn't a sleep. She was watching him watch the rising sun. It hurt to breathe, but at least he had survived the night...again.