Always

Chapter 8.

Legolas adjusted his position a bit , trailing his tongue through her wet folds and closing his lips around the engorged little nubbin of flesh ; this time , Caitlin was unable to stifle her cry , and she writhed beneath him , her breath coming in ragged gasps . “Ohhhh , yes .” she moaned . “Please , yes !” . Her fingers tightened about his hand , her nails cutting into his flesh , but Legolas ignored the pain , driving her farther and farther into ecstatic oblivion , flicking his tongue faster across the swollen flesh bud . He slid his left hand across her hip , to her knee , then around to her inner thigh , gliding his fingertips slowly up and stroking her slick , hot wetness , all the while his lips and tongue continuing their attentions . She whimpered softly as he slipped his long , elegant index finger inside her , slowly , slowly stroking in and out repeatedly , and he could feel the muscles inside her begin to contract and spasm .

“Tulin an ni titta er .” he murmured into her folds , lapping of her nectar greedily , and slipping another finger in to join the first . “Tulin an ni (come for me) “

Caitlin cried out loud , a wordless sound that came from the depths of her soul as his touch , his mouth worked in unison , taking her to a place she had never imagined . She pulled his head against her , trembling , quivering as the first wave of orgasm began to wash through her , leg muscles twitching , her entire body throbbing with desire fulfilled . But even then , Legolas did not relent , continuing his attentions , coaxing another , and yet another climax from her body , each one more intense that the one that proceeded it . His own body ached for release , his fully erect elfhood throbbing painfully with every beat of his heart . He scooted forward , resting his forehead on her belly , and pressing a lingering kiss just above the mass of curls at the juncture of her thighs . She wrapped her other leg around him in a lover’s embrace , hugging him with her legs , and he drew the hand that still clutched his so tightly to his mouth , kissing each knuckle . “What was that ?” she asked weakly , blowing a stray hair out of her face . Legolas could not help but laugh aloud , and he crawled up to stretch out beside her , never letting go of her hand . He lay on his side , facing her , his member pulsating against her body , straining against the thin suede leggings . He traced his fingers over the hard nipple tipping her right breast , and she shuddered beneath his touch . He continued drawing his thumb in lazy circles around the pebbled surface , and he rolled over , taking the other nipple in his mouth , gently suckling .

“My people call it the aicale , the peak . I made you tulin , come . You have never felt this titta ernya ?”

“Never .” she purred , arching her back , offering her breasts to him freely , something she had never done before , and she closed her eyes , sighing as he pulled as much of her breast as he could into his mouth , his tongue rotating slowly around it . “I … I never knew anything could feel like that , Legolas .” . She rolled onto her side , facing him , and she stroked her fingers through his hair , playing with the braid hanging down . She leaned forward and kissed him , eyes wide open , drawing his lower lip between hers , tasting herself on his mouth . From his silken hair , she ran her hand flat down his hard chest , over the rough material of his tunic , pausing at the waistband of his leggings , before building up her nerve and stroking her fingers over his erection , tracing the outline straining at his breeches . Legolas sucked in a deep breath , closing his eyes , a soft groan building in his throat . “I don’t know what to do .” she said softly , kissing his throat . “Tell me what you like .”

He covered her hand with his own , pressing it tightly against his fullness , and he felt her fingers move , caressing him curiously . “Ae , titta er , yes .” he murmured “Yes , that’s it .” . Encouraged by his words , she stroked the length of him . “Ae , yes .” . Her hand slipped between his thighs , finding his sac and rubbing it gently . Legolas hissed , thrusting his hips forward , and he moaned .

“Can I make you … tulin ?” she whispered , taking his ear lob gently between her teeth .

“Ae , titta er , with very little effort .” he said with a throaty chuckle . “But not today .” he said reluctantly , and he pulled her hand away from his body , pressing his lips to her palm . “I do not wish to take this to quickly for you , titta er . I do not wish to rush you , to frighten you .”

“Legolas …” her voice was little more than a whimper . “Please , I want to make you happy .”

He rolled over her , pressing her to her back , and he kissed he deeply , his tongue taking possession of hers in a sensual tangle before pulling away . “You already have , Caitlin .” he whispered . “Feeling your aicale made me the happiest eldar in all of Mirkwood and beyond . We have the rest of our lives to explore one another , a’maelamin (my beloved) .” . With a quivering sigh , he pulled away and stood , reaching down to pull the covers up over her shoulders . “Get some rest , titta er , I am going to go out and bring down some game for us , you must be hungry .” . He once more raised her hand to his lips and kissed her fingertips , and like a shadow , he retreated , taking up his bow and quiver , and stepped out of the mouth of the cave into the falling dusk .

Chapter 9.

The rain fell still , although at a greatly slackened rate , and Legolas shuddered as the cold raindrops struck his face , running down the neck of his tunic over his heated flesh . He slid down the muddy hillside gracefully , leaping lightly from one rock to another , across the swollen stream and into the thick woods . Still his body raged with the memory of Caitlin’s taste , of her silken skin beneath his hand , the feel of her fingers tightening on his as her passion mounted . He was almost fevered in his own desire and he snorted with disgust at himself . “No better than an elfling .” he muttered , stroking his hand across the strained lacings of his leggings . He could not remember the last time he had felt the urge to pleasure himself so strongly , and he slipped inside a small crevice between 2 boulders , reasonably sheltered from the weather . With trembling fingers , he unlaced his breeches, freeing his fully erect member , and leaned back against the rock , closing his eyes , imagining it was Caitlin’s hand closing about his flesh instead of his own . It took very little time to push himself over the edge , and his hips bucked forward , a cry on his lips as he spilled his pearly white seed onto the ground , then leaned forward onto the other boulder , resting his elbow upon the rock , his forehead upon his arm . His breath game in ragged gulps , and he willed himself to regain some sort of control … this was totally unlike himself in the least ! Regaining composure , he tucked his elfhood back into his leggings and stepped back out into the rain . It at least had taken the edge off his desire … If Caitlin chose to renew their discovery of one another , perhaps he could act with more self control this time .
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Caitlin was sitting up at the fireside when he returned with two nice fat rabbits ; she wore one of his tunics from his pack , and nothing else . She smiled up at him shyly , and a blush crept into her cheeks . “I hope you don’t mind .” she said softly . “I … it smells like you .”

A lump rose in Legolas’ throat at her words , and he dropped the rabbits on the stones near the fire , kneeling beside her . He stroked his fingers across her cheek , chucking her under her chin to make her look up into his face . “I don’t mind at all titta er . Not at all .” . He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers , gently at first , his tongue dancing lightly across her lips . Caitlin gladly opened her mouth to him , hungrily drawing his tongue into her and wrapping both arms around his neck . “Tye mela , Caitlin , tye mela .” he whispered into the kiss .

Caitlin pulled back , gazing into the depths of his silver blue eyes . “You said that before . What does it mean , tye mela ?”

Legolas stroked her hair back off her forehead and kissed the tip of her nose . “It means ‘I love you’ .” he whispered . “I love you , my titta er .”

Caitlin leaned forward , resting her forehead against his shoulder . “No one has ever tha that to me , save my parents when I was but a girl . I … I never imagined hearing those words , Legolas .”

“I never imagined saying them .” he responded , pulling her forward to lean on his chest , his arms closing around her . “I did not believe in this love .” . He pressed his lips top the top of her head , letting them linger there . “I thank you for showing me that it is real , titta er .” . He suddenly pulled away and stood with the grace of a cat , and set to cleaning the rabbits , and spitted them over the fire . “we’ll eat soon , you need some meat on your bones .”

Chapter 10.

The smell of the rabbits roasting over the open fire was tantalizing to Caitlin , making her mouth water in anticipation of the food , but it was not nearly so tantalizing as the site of the Elf crouching down before the fire , his legging pulled taut against his bottom . She rose from the cozy haven of the bedding and came to stand behind him , leaning over his back and sliding her arms around his neck . She kissed his pointed ear , nibbling the tip , and Legolas closed his eyes , sucking in a hissing breath . “I want more .” she practically purred into his ear .

“More , titta ernya ?” he asked with a throaty chuckle . “I have a whole rabbit for each of us , are you that hungry ?”

She brushed his flaxen hair aside and kissed his neck . “It is an entirely different hunger .” she responded in a sultry voice . “I just don’t think a whole flock of rabbits would satisfy this hunger .”

Quick as a flash , Legolas sat back on the ground and wrapped his armsund und her , pulling her onto his lap . Caitlin gave a small squeal , then laughed , as he nipped at her silken throat . Almost at once she felt him growing hard beneath her and she closed her eyes with a sigh . He groaned as she shifted position , and closed his mouth over hers , his tongue tasting , testing , seeking , finding . Caitlin responded in kind , tangling her fingers in his hair , caressing the braids at his temples . “Legolas .” she whispered , his name absorbed into the kiss . “I want you . All of you .”

He moved to nuzzle her neck , sucking on an earlobe . “And you shall have me Cait . All of me that you desire . As often as you desire me .” . He slid one arm under her knees , the other supporting her back , and he stood , lifting her as easily as lifting a child , carrying her to the bedclothes and laying her gently down . He stood , gazing down upon her , and had never seen anything more sensual in all his life than his titta er lying there in his own tunic and nothing else . He turned quickly and returned to the fire , pulling the meat farther away from the heat to slow the cooking , and he returned to her , slipping his boots off and kneeling beside her . “I am all yours , melamin . Use me gently .” he added with a wry smile .

Caitlin pulled herself into a sitting position and lay her hand flat against his chest ; she could feel his heart thudding beneath it , and she chewed her lower lip before letting her hand slide slowly down his abdomen , coming to rest on the waistband of the leggings . Legolas closed his eyes and waited to see what she would do next . She gripped the bottom of his tunic with both hands and tugged it upward , pulling it over his head and letting it fall to the floor , and she leaned forward , pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone , then another to the slight lump in his throat ; it moved beneath her lips when he swallowed , and Caitlin smiled . She had never had the opportunity – or desire – to explore her master’s body , all she had known for five long years was pain and fear and loathing . But this … this was a body she felt sure she could enjoy learning every detail of . She began slowly unbuttoning the fine silk shirt he wore beneath his tunic letting her fingers languish over the finely carved pearl buttons , then the smooth flesh beneath . Not a hair marred the perfection of his chiseled chest , hard with muscle , and she traced her fingertips lightly over his nipple , feeling it harden to the feather-light touch . She leaned forward , touching her lips hesitantly to his flesh , then swirling her tongue around the rosy-tan circle of his nipple , closing her lips over it . “Ae , yes , titta er , that’s it .” he murmured , stroking her hair . “Ava haute (don’t stop)” .

Caitlin finished unbuttoning his shirt , tugging it out of his breeches , and using both hands , pushed it off his shoulders , letting her fingers linger on his skin ; the shirt fell to join his tunic , forgotten on the floor . She placed both hands on his shoulders and pushed him back to lay in the bedding , and Legolas allowed it , following her lead willingly . She ran both hands down his smooth chest , over the hard musculature of his taut abdomen , and he sucked his stomach in with the anticipation of what he hoped would come next . After a momentary pause , Cait ran her palm flat over his groin , feeling his shaft straining against the lacing , and she let her fingers slowly trace the shape , extracting a low moan from the Elf’s lips . “I’m not hurting you , am I ?” she asked innocently , and Legolas covered her hand with his , pressing her touch more firmly to where he needed it , craved it .

“No , titta er , you are not hurting me .” he said with a sharp intake of breath as her hand began moving slowly up and down his length agonizingly .

Caitlin gazed up at him , mischief dancing in her eyes . “Do you wish to hold my hand , Legolas ?” she asked teasingly . Laughter rumbled in his chest .

“No melamin , I can think of better places for your hands to be right now .” he encouraged , and she took the cue , beginning to unlace the breeches , her hands quivering slightly , a combination of anticipation tinged with fear . She tugged his breeches aside , allowing his elfhood it’s freedom , standing proudly in the small patch of tawny curls surrounding it . She stroked it as tenderly as stroking a favorite pet cat , and felt Legolas’ body tense to the caress .He raised his hips from the bedding and pushed the leggings down over his muscular legs and kicked them hastily aside before relaxing on the bedrolls once again . Caitlin could only gaze down upon his beautiful , flawless body , so different from the men she had been forced to lie with in the past , men covered with sweat-soaked , matted hair , their bodies padded with layers of fat , smelly men with dirty fingernails and fetid breath and food caught in untrimmed , unwashed beards . She had never seen a man … an Elf , so beautiful , so perfect . If she were to look upon him for a hundred years , it would never be enough . She came to her hands and knees beside him , supporting herself with a hand on either side of his chest , and lowered herself slowly to touch her mouth to his chest once again , her hair caressing his flesh lightly as she drug her lips down to his navel . She ran her tongue around the neat hole , and Legolas sucked his belly in ; it was one of the few places he was ticklish . Caitlin grinned into his flesh and playfully nipped at his navel , gently sucking , tra trailed her fingertips down his side and over his hip , wrapping her fingers around his engorged elfhood . Legolas moaned softly , raising his hips to her , and she slid her hand slowly up and down the hard shaft . “Caitlin , titta er , yonta , verya , ava haute .” (more , go on , don’t stop) he whimpered . She did not understand the words , but the meaning was perfectly clear , and she carefully closed her mouth about the tip , drawing her tongue around it slowly . It was the first time she had done this willingly , without having a hard member forced halfway down her throat , taking it at her own pace . Caitlin stroked the base of his erection , running her hand down to caress the soft sac beneath it , and Legolas closed his eyes tightly , teeth gritted against the pleasure . He stroked her hair , letting his hand slide slowly down her back .

“Am I doing this right ?” she asked softly , glancing up at his face . Again , the Elf could not help but laugh softly , and he caressed her cheek .

“Ae , Caitlin , you are doing splendidly .” he whispered hoarsely