The Last Song of the Ainur

Title: The Last Song of the Ainur
Rated: NC17
Author: TICS
Genre: Adventure/Romance, Het, Non-canon
Summary: The Age of Man is over, but it is not the End of Days.


Chapter Five: Orophin's Story, Part II


His wits left him, shunted aside with ease by the warmth of her body pressed against his and the heady flavor he tasted on her lips. Greedily, he slipped his tongue past her lips, sweeping it through her mouth. Like an elfling enjoying his first taste of decadent sweetness he hungrily devoured her, exploring every inch of her warm, wet mouth in a clumsy clash of teeth and tongue.

Trembling, his hands swept from her face to her hips, caressing her body, gently squeezing handfuls of soft, pliant flesh beneath his palms. The thin linen of her dress irritated him and he growled softly into her mouth at the barrier between his fingers and her skin.

Orophin ceased to be. Ceased to think, ceased to reason. He became instinct in its most primal form, a loosely reined conglomerate of senses - tasting her, touching her, smelling her; hearing her whimper in response to his less than gentle fingers as they ripped at her gown. Seeing her smooth white skin revealed inch by inch as he slid the fabric from her shoulders to pool at her feet. Feeling his own body harden and tingle in anticipation; aching to feel her hands and lips on his flesh.

At his crotch his organ strained at the linen of his leggings, a hard, fiery brand ready to mark her as his own, years of self-restraint seeping in pearly drops from its head. His sac swelled almost painfully, his hips grinding against her belly as his hands fell to cup the swell of her bottom.

It was the swift, painful impact of her knee with his groin that brought his wits roaring back.

“How dare you! What do you think you're doing?” Elise cried, pushing Orophin away. Righteous indignation and outrage were etched on her face and she bared her teeth, hissing at him as she quickly reached for her gown, holding it in front of her to shield her body from his eyes.

“I-I- “ Orophin stuttered, bent in half, clutching his elfhood, his mind as yet unable to form words.

“Let me out of here now!” she screamed, turning and throwing herself at the door of the hut.

Looking up at her, Orophin barely suppressed a smile, although the pain in his groin made it easier for him. For all her angry words and posturing, her body told him a different story. Elise's lips were swollen from his kisses, her breath ragged. Before she'd pulled her gown up to cover her breasts, he'd seen her peach-colored nipples, hard and outthrust with her arousal. Should he brave her temper to slip his hand between her legs, he knew that he would find her wet for him, her desire for him steaming between the lips of her woman's mound.

She wanted him as much as he wanted her, although she would not admit it, perhaps not even to herself.

That would change shortly, if Orophin had anything to say about it. He knew now beyond a shadow of a doubt that Elise was destined to be his mate, and before the night was over she would know it as well.

Continuing to bang at the door of the hut, Elise was unaware of the fodder she was providing for Orophin's arousal. Her bare bottom jiggled enticingly each time she battered the wood with her hand. Orophin swallowed hard and took a deep breath as his pain finally subsided and his organ resumed its fully aroused state. He stood up behind her, his hands fisted at his sides.

“Elise,” he said softly, not moving to touch her. That would come again soon enough, and if he dared lay a finger on her - even if only to force her to stop bludgeoning the door before she damaged her fragile hand - he would not be able to stop himself from touching all of her. “Elise, stop now.”

“You stay away from me!”

“Aye, I will stay away. I will not touch you. I am sorry, Elise,” he said with a bittersweet smile. “Nay, wait. I am not sorry that I touched you. I am sorry only that you did not wish me to.”

Elise finally ran out of energy, slumping against the door. Looking back over her shoulder, she looked into Orophin's calm blue eyes. “Why? Why won't you leave me alone, Orophin? Didn't Anna tell you to leave me be?”

“Aye, she did. I did not listen.”

“Why not? What part of 'I don't want you to touch me' didn't you understand?”

“All of it. You do want me to touch you. Your eyes tell me so. Your body tells me so. Only your words are contrary.”

“No means no, Orophin.”

“Aye. But you do not mean it. Why do you not want to admit what you feel for me, Elise? I have developed strong feelings for you. I felt them the moment I saw you standing in front of your dwelling on the beach, and they grew stronger with each passing day. Now, I can barely stand to be near you without wanting to kiss you, to hold you. To love you.”

Elise felt her eyes well with tears long held back, and she slowly slid down along the door to the floor. Orophin was on the floor next to her in an instant, gathering her into his arms.

And she allowed it.

“You don't understand, Orophin. You don't know anything about me,” she whispered, trembling in his arms.

“I know that you are a beautiful, strong woman. I know that there is a fire that burns within you that the horrors you have lived through could not extinguish. I know that your spirit is as fierce as a warrior's, but your heart is as gentle as a lamb's. I know that your eyes are the color of the sea that I adore. I know that your body feels as though you were made to fit within my embrace. What more must I know?” Orophin asked, kissing the crown of her head.

“You could have your pick of any woman you wished, Orophin. You're the most handsome man - Elf - I've ever seen. You don't need me.”

Orophin shook his head, his long silvery hair swaying. “You are wrong, Elise. I need you more than my next breath, more than my heart needs to continue beating.”

Her eyes remained fixed on her fingers as they fisted in the material of her gown, which she steadfastly held up against her breasts. “You don't know what I did Before, Orophin. I told Anna that I was a schoolteacher, but I lied.”

“What did you do? Tell me, and we will have no more secrets between us.”

Elise bit her lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. The pain helped her keep her tears under control. “If I tell you, will you promise to leave me alone?”

“No, Elise. This I will never promise you. Even if you turn from me now, I will haunt your steps forever, a shadow that waits for you to shine your light upon it. But I will promise that no matter what tale you tell, it will not affect my love for you.”

“I was a whore, Orophin. I slept with men for money.”

“I don't believe you.”

“It's true! Now do you see why you need to find someone else? Oh, I didn't strut my ass on the street, but that hardly makes a difference does it? I was a high-end call girl. I serviced the rich and famous, in fancy penthouses and five-star hotels instead of rent-by-the-hour flea traps, but fact remains that I sold my body to anyone who had enough cash to pay for it.”

Orophin's jaw clenched, as did his arms around Elise. “Did you love any of them that you took to your bed?” he asked, the softness in his voice belying the rapid hammering of his heart and the wave of jealously that suddenly threatened to consume him.

“No, of course not. I didn't even know their real names.”

“Did any of them make you feel the way I just did? And do not lie to me, Elise - I know that you desired me every bit as much as I desired you.”

Elise sighed, and her tears finally escaped her control. “No, Orophin. No one had ever made me feel that way. You made me feel alive for the first time in longer than I care to remember. Wanted. Special. I've never felt that way before.” She darted a confused glance at his face when she felt his body relax against hers. She'd expected him to toss her to the side and leave, never looking back.

“Then it does not matter. The past is gone, Elise. We have only now and the future we will build - together,” he said, tipping her head up toward his. His thumb tenderly wiped a tear from her cheek, bringing it to his lips. “I would that these were the last tears of sorrow that you ever wept, Elise, and they will be if you will allow me to care for you. Will you be my mate and welcome me - and only me - into your bed? Have my children for me? Spend eternity in my arms?” he whispered as he bent to kiss her lips.

“But- “

“Answer me a yes or no, Elise.”

“But- “

“Yes. Or. No.”

Elise reached up and traced the line of his jaw with her fingers, looking deeply into his earnest eyes. “Yes, then. Yes, Orophin. I am yours,” she murmured in a voice so low and breathy that even Orophin was hard-pressed to hear her.

“I will love you until forever,” he said simply, then kissed her deeply.

After that kiss, words were no longer necessary between them. They spoke to one another with their hearts and with their bodies.

She didn't resist when he tugged gently at the gown she held to her chest, allowing him to remove it and bare her body to him. Tossing the gown to the side, he carefully lay her down on the floor. Orophin let his eyes drift slowly over her from her lovely heart-shaped face, across her small, high breasts, to the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips. They lingered a moment at the reddish brown curls that lay at the juncture between her thighs, then skimmed over her long, shapely legs and back again, committing every inch of her to his memory.

Sitting up, he divested himself of his jerkin, lifting his bum up and sliding his leggings off, anxious to be free of any encumbrance that would stand as a barrier between her flesh and his own.

Stretching out next to her, Orophin rolled to his side, throwing a leg over hers. Every inch of his skin that met with hers burned with a delicious heat, and when he rubbed his erection against her bare hip the fire that blossomed in his belly took his breath away.

Drawing in a long, ragged breath, he fought for control, but lost the battle when Elise's hand reached between them and wrapped long, slim fingers around his length. He found himself pushed onto his back, held immobile by the sight of her head hovering over his erection.

When she drew him deeply into her hot mouth, Orophin lost what little control he had managed to keep. His hips pumped upwards, thrusting himself between her soft lips as she took him in to the hilt. Fisting his hands in her fiery hair, he closed his eyes and allowed her to draw him closer and closer to his release with her talented tongue and lips, until finally, at nearly the last possible moment, he pulled away.

Her eyes were large and bright with lust when he rolled her to her back and positioned himself between her creamy thighs. Spreading her legs, he caught his first glimpse of the rose that lay hidden there, and couldn't resist ducking his head to steal a taste of her honey. She shuddered under his tongue, encouraging him to drink deeper, and he drank as if he were dying of thirst. Lapping at her moist heat, he suckled gently on the firm tiny nub nestled between her folds, feeling her shiver. Her moans were like music in his ears, and his voice joined hers in ecstatic harmony as he brought her to a quaking climax under his tongue.

Unable to hold back a moment longer, Orophin quickly aligned himself and pushed himself fully into her body. She fit him like a glove, tightness, and heat, and sweetness enveloping him to his very soul, fulfilling him far beyond his ability to describe.

There was no barrier to hold him back, no need to be cautious for fear of causing her pain. To sheathe himself within her fully and freely at the first thrust was thrilling, and more exciting that he would have imagined it to be. His sac met her bottom as he lifted her knees up to her chest so that he might sink himself into her as deeply as her body would allow.

She took all of him, every inch. With a growl, passion overcame his wish for longevity, and he thrust deeply and powerfully into her again and again until his own release boiled up and overflowed. Joyfully, he realized that he'd taken her with him, and he heard his name on her lips as she climaxed with him, even as he shouted hers.

Spilling himself within her, he sealed both his fate and hers.

Lying together afterwards, their bodies still trembling with the strength of their orgasms, Elise felt tears of joy replace those of sorrow that she had wept for so long. Holding him close, she whispered, “I love you, Orophin.”

“And I, you, my sweet Elise.”


TBC…