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Lord of the Rings Movies › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
6,148
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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A Wish
“We would often be sorry if our wishes were gratified.” - Aesop
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Legolas watched her until he was sure she was asleep and then he slowly stood up and wandered into a small copse of nearby trees to think, his mind a whirl of conflicting thoughts and desires.
She had kissed him, freely of her own will but then she had retreated from him, apologizing like she had insulted him! More than anything he wanted to feel her lips on his again. He sighed and clenched his fist in aggravation at himself.
He should have just cast caution to the wind and returned her kiss. He cursed his slow wit. Her unexpected kiss had taken him completely off-guard and it wasn’t until she was on her feet and apologizing that he realized he had missed his opportunity. Now she would probably avoid him the rest of the way back to Rivendell!
A grunt of annoyance escaped him. They were drawing ever closer to Rivendell and soon Haldir would be courting her again. Legolas was determined that he would make his move before they returned to Rivendell. He had to know, one way or the other, if she felt the same way about him.
The longer they were together, the stronger his desire for her became. He looked toward her sleeping form, softly lit by the dying fire. It took every bit of his elven self-restraint not to walk back over to her and take her in his arms, declaring his desire for her and damning the consequences to Mordor!
He closed his eyes and let the scene play out before him. He would walk over to her, take her in his arms and she would slowly awaken as he gently kissed her slightly parted lips. She would smile at him, wanting him, eager for him and grateful that he had come to her in the night with his desire.
Her arms would slide around his neck and she would pull him down on top of her, sliding her tongue into his mouth as he moaned with delight. He would kiss her deeply, their tongues entwining as he ran his hands over the gentle swell of her breasts and she would let him. Nay, she would encourage him in her throaty voice to “touch me, Legolas” and he would oblige as her soft moans drifted to his ears.
His hand slipped to his stiffening rod and he adjusted himself slowly, his hand lingering there as he continued to imagine the scenario he had set.
As they continued to kiss, he would slowly slide his ardent hands up her tunic, feeling her soft flesh yield before him. She would gasp happily as her hands slipped up his tunic and caressed his supple body. He sighed and closed his eyes, imagining the feel of her small warm hands over his chest, shoulders and abdomen as his hand grew tighter on his erection.
Slowly, he began to stroke himself as he thought of her under him. Would she moan when he entered her? Yes, he smiled, yes she would. Their naked bodies would merge into one and he would slide into her. He would slide into her and she would arch her back and cry out with absolute bliss as he slid his rock hard shaft into her.
He moaned and squeezed his now throbbing member, imagining that it was buried inside of her as his fantasy scene continued in his mind.
He would push against her, squashing her under him and she would wrap her legs around him and beg him to ride her hard. Her breasts would be pressed against his lower chest, nipples stiff with desire for him and her fingers would run over his back. Yes! She would scratch him and writhe with complete pleasure as he thrust himself deeper and deeper into her, enjoying her moans of lust and burning kisses on his eager skin.
Legolas bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes as he continued to pleasure himself. He imagined her body twisting under him as she begged him to go deeper, faster, harder and he would. He would wrap his arms around her, crushing her body to him as his hips slammed against her and his mouth silenced her cries of pleasure.
Yes! He could feel it! He could hear her, crying out, begging - encouraging him as he continued to thrust his aching rod into her wet heat. She wanted him! Wanted him to ram himself into her until his lust was satisfied. Frantically, he stroked himself as the scene continued in his head.
“Fuck me harder, Legolas, my prince,” she would beg between gasps of ecstasy as his swollen member filled her. He moaned in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest. His tunic was damp with sweat and he could feel himself verging on the brink of orgasm as he continued to pleasure himself.
She wanted him to satisfy his lust with her. She wanted him inside of her, thrusting his hard rod into her aching body and he wanted to give it to her. Hard, fast and rough. He would feel her fingernails rake over his back and perhaps she would even sink her teeth into him as she came, bucking and thrashing under him.
“Yes,” he whispered hoarsely. And she would call out his name as her body was wracked with pleasure. Yes! His name! Between gasps and moans it would be his name she called when she came. He closed his eyes and heard her breathless voice in his head, panting out his name. And he would come inside of her, filling her, claiming her.
He gasped as his body trembled with the first wave of climax and he fell to his knees, spilling his liquid on the ground. He moaned as he continued to come, his body shaking from the sudden release of tension. He held his shaft as he panted helplessly, sweat soaking his tunic and hair.
For several moments he remained on his hands and knees trying to regain his senses. It had seemed so real to him and it made him desire her more than ever. With a shaking hand, he slowly cleaned his now limp member and gently tucked it back into his trousers as he rose to his feet.
He stole a glace at Annowe, who was still sleeping peacefully by the last glowing embers of the fire and he sighed. At least he had taken the edge off of his tension and perhaps he would be able to bear her presence more easily although he doubted it would last for long. His desire for her was nearly overwhelming. He wondered if he would have to relieve his tension every night until they reached Rivendell to keep him self from going mad for her.
With a heavy sigh, he walked back toward the clearing where she lay. For several long hours he watched her sleep, enjoying the sound of her light snores and murmurs. It would be a very long week before they reached Rivendell again.
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Legolas watched her until he was sure she was asleep and then he slowly stood up and wandered into a small copse of nearby trees to think, his mind a whirl of conflicting thoughts and desires.
She had kissed him, freely of her own will but then she had retreated from him, apologizing like she had insulted him! More than anything he wanted to feel her lips on his again. He sighed and clenched his fist in aggravation at himself.
He should have just cast caution to the wind and returned her kiss. He cursed his slow wit. Her unexpected kiss had taken him completely off-guard and it wasn’t until she was on her feet and apologizing that he realized he had missed his opportunity. Now she would probably avoid him the rest of the way back to Rivendell!
A grunt of annoyance escaped him. They were drawing ever closer to Rivendell and soon Haldir would be courting her again. Legolas was determined that he would make his move before they returned to Rivendell. He had to know, one way or the other, if she felt the same way about him.
The longer they were together, the stronger his desire for her became. He looked toward her sleeping form, softly lit by the dying fire. It took every bit of his elven self-restraint not to walk back over to her and take her in his arms, declaring his desire for her and damning the consequences to Mordor!
He closed his eyes and let the scene play out before him. He would walk over to her, take her in his arms and she would slowly awaken as he gently kissed her slightly parted lips. She would smile at him, wanting him, eager for him and grateful that he had come to her in the night with his desire.
Her arms would slide around his neck and she would pull him down on top of her, sliding her tongue into his mouth as he moaned with delight. He would kiss her deeply, their tongues entwining as he ran his hands over the gentle swell of her breasts and she would let him. Nay, she would encourage him in her throaty voice to “touch me, Legolas” and he would oblige as her soft moans drifted to his ears.
His hand slipped to his stiffening rod and he adjusted himself slowly, his hand lingering there as he continued to imagine the scenario he had set.
As they continued to kiss, he would slowly slide his ardent hands up her tunic, feeling her soft flesh yield before him. She would gasp happily as her hands slipped up his tunic and caressed his supple body. He sighed and closed his eyes, imagining the feel of her small warm hands over his chest, shoulders and abdomen as his hand grew tighter on his erection.
Slowly, he began to stroke himself as he thought of her under him. Would she moan when he entered her? Yes, he smiled, yes she would. Their naked bodies would merge into one and he would slide into her. He would slide into her and she would arch her back and cry out with absolute bliss as he slid his rock hard shaft into her.
He moaned and squeezed his now throbbing member, imagining that it was buried inside of her as his fantasy scene continued in his mind.
He would push against her, squashing her under him and she would wrap her legs around him and beg him to ride her hard. Her breasts would be pressed against his lower chest, nipples stiff with desire for him and her fingers would run over his back. Yes! She would scratch him and writhe with complete pleasure as he thrust himself deeper and deeper into her, enjoying her moans of lust and burning kisses on his eager skin.
Legolas bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes as he continued to pleasure himself. He imagined her body twisting under him as she begged him to go deeper, faster, harder and he would. He would wrap his arms around her, crushing her body to him as his hips slammed against her and his mouth silenced her cries of pleasure.
Yes! He could feel it! He could hear her, crying out, begging - encouraging him as he continued to thrust his aching rod into her wet heat. She wanted him! Wanted him to ram himself into her until his lust was satisfied. Frantically, he stroked himself as the scene continued in his head.
“Fuck me harder, Legolas, my prince,” she would beg between gasps of ecstasy as his swollen member filled her. He moaned in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest. His tunic was damp with sweat and he could feel himself verging on the brink of orgasm as he continued to pleasure himself.
She wanted him to satisfy his lust with her. She wanted him inside of her, thrusting his hard rod into her aching body and he wanted to give it to her. Hard, fast and rough. He would feel her fingernails rake over his back and perhaps she would even sink her teeth into him as she came, bucking and thrashing under him.
“Yes,” he whispered hoarsely. And she would call out his name as her body was wracked with pleasure. Yes! His name! Between gasps and moans it would be his name she called when she came. He closed his eyes and heard her breathless voice in his head, panting out his name. And he would come inside of her, filling her, claiming her.
He gasped as his body trembled with the first wave of climax and he fell to his knees, spilling his liquid on the ground. He moaned as he continued to come, his body shaking from the sudden release of tension. He held his shaft as he panted helplessly, sweat soaking his tunic and hair.
For several moments he remained on his hands and knees trying to regain his senses. It had seemed so real to him and it made him desire her more than ever. With a shaking hand, he slowly cleaned his now limp member and gently tucked it back into his trousers as he rose to his feet.
He stole a glace at Annowe, who was still sleeping peacefully by the last glowing embers of the fire and he sighed. At least he had taken the edge off of his tension and perhaps he would be able to bear her presence more easily although he doubted it would last for long. His desire for her was nearly overwhelming. He wondered if he would have to relieve his tension every night until they reached Rivendell to keep him self from going mad for her.
With a heavy sigh, he walked back toward the clearing where she lay. For several long hours he watched her sleep, enjoying the sound of her light snores and murmurs. It would be a very long week before they reached Rivendell again.
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