Red Velvet

Red Velvet
By Anguirel

Disclaimer: Characters and places belong to JRR Tolkien, not me. Sorry.

Warnings: Sexual Content, heterosexual pairings, and mild bondages

Author’s Note: This is a fic for Silent Tears, who is extremely patient. =)

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“Why have you come, Sinda?”

Why would I not come? You were beautiful and fell. I wanted you, or maybe I wanted you to have me. You seem more powerful than I. I believe you can take me easily. I am willing. So willing.

“I come for you called,”

For was it not her voice I heard ever in my head? Her purring tone that made my spirit squirm with want. Her voice that called me to this glade early in the dawn. To have that voice speak my name would beyond my feelings and thoughts. It would not hold.

She laughed. A glittering, mocking laugh that sounded like large bells of silver and crystal.

“Poor little Sinda. Running away from the mortal city to find only cold and bare trees.” Her hand flicked back a stray lock of gold and I longed to see her hair on my flesh, to have her hands running wildly through my own hair. I cared not when a groan sneaked past my open lips, for it made her smiled. Her lips so elegantly curved into a mysterious grin. So supple and smooth. How would they feel upon mine?

“But the fire that comes from you would surely warm me,” I replied, earnestly. My voice sounded different to my own ears; deep, and drenched with a desire that wished to be sated. I felt not like myself either, for naught had troubled me so in previous days. I forgot the proud Prince who was steadfast and merry. I even forgot the cry of the gulls, and I would not long for them again until much later. I was not myself. My heart had never beat so hard against my chest, as if it wanted release. My eyes did not strain from watching, yet as I saw her they watered and burned. My feet were never weary from stone and root, but now they wished to fall and have me upon my knees in front of this lady. Never had my member been this awake before I came to her. My erection was hard and it bulged against my breeches. If I was so aroused before I would have pleasured myself swiftly, but not this time. She changed everything so suddenly. I did not care.

“You have yet to feel my warmth, Wood-elf.” She opened her arms greatly and I looked upon her with wonder. She seemed taller than me, and I felt she was. But in mind I knew she was not. “Come to my arms, warrior, and you shall feel the fire that burns within us all.” I couldn’t hear my steps as I approached her, but I knew when I was in her arms I could hear every sound from a league away. I could hear her steady breathing as my head lay on her breasts. The birds of the forest sang but a few feet off in the branches that were immune to the gentle spring winds. I could even hear her heart, it didn’t beat as hard and as rapidly as mine but it was slow and low like frail drum. As if her heart had beaten for many an age.

There was only red velvet keeping my cheek from touching her breasts, scented with wood and sweet wine. Whatever Silvan blood in me was aroused even more by this and I wished to taste her skin. To run my tongue most gently across her white flesh and nip at it as if she were a favorite delicacy served in my father’s halls that I had not had in a long time; the flavor almost forgotten yet craved.

I felt her slender hands upon my hair and she stroked me gently. I moaned and buried my face further into the scarlet fabric, my barrier, and heard her mocking, silver laugh. My hands had stayed obediently on her waist but now I moved them up her frame, clutching almost under her arms. Her petting stopped for a moment, as if she was amused at what I might do next. I had my thumbs caress her hard, in swift circular motions. The faster I moved them, I had thought, I could pretend the softness of what I touched was her skin itself. I heard her sigh and her warm breath came upon my face, her breathing came a little faster and this pleased me.

She clutched a handful of my hair and pushed me gently into her. My lips met against one of her breasts and I guessed where her nipple might lay and bit through velvet, nibbling at my claim and filling my hand with her other breast. I heard a soft gasp escape from her lips and I smiled. Would she moan for me more if I were to be bolder? Though I would never know for she yanked at my hair and pulled me from her covered bosom. She looked at me with dark eyes and brought her own hand to my cheek. I moved into her hand and she smiled at me, it looked like a comforting smile, a sweet smile, one I had never seen painted on her face before. I did not expect her other hand to strike me upon my cheek, a slap with some force that took me off guard and had me stumble for a moment. It did not hurt, for I was a warrior trained for hits much powerful than that of a maid, but I flinched... for her. And when she did it again I cried out. This effect seemed to please her, for when I cowered from her blow she smiled and did it again. I would be the thrall for her. I did not care.

She placed her hands gently upon my chest and my cheeks tingled a bit. She looked at me, her face of pity, but I knew this game, she was mocking me and yet I didn’t mind. It was the first time I had felt her lips upon mine, but I dared not strengthen the kiss more for fear of stopping her. She moved her lips with mine and or tongues danced with each other’s. She tasted more of wine this time, and this other flavor I had yet to taste. It was sweet and honeyed with a spice of cinnamon, burning in a cider fire. It was desire and lust that I tasted, and I was sure that she tasted the same from me. The boldness I had yet to show came forth, or maybe it was just yearning I knew not, but I grabbed her head and forced her lips harder upon mine. I sucked at lips and bit them. I cupped any part of her body I could and the sounds I made were loud and wicked. She was displeased with this and her hands that had been massaging my chest so tenderly struck at me, and brought me down.

I lay upon the forest floor with my head at the base of a pine and my eyes transfixed on my Lady. We were staring at each other, my eyes looked upon her affectionately, but she looked fierce and fey. She knew we were back in the role of mistress and thrall for she grinned cleverly, I decided to accept this, for now. For was she only but a maid? She walked to me and looked down, her eyes still darkened with lust. I wondered what they looked like if she were content. Would they sparkle if she laughed in glee? Would they flash if she was driven to anger? Would they dim if she were stricken with grief? Would they brighten if she smiled with love?

She fell slowly to the ground, and crawled near me to my knees. She swatted them open further and it felt as if my erection had been reawakened and burned more. Her hands rested gently on my knees and she looked at me and I her. She was calm now, her lips still in a mischievous grin that I could not break. I, however, was breathing swifter, my mouth opened slightly and my chest rising and falling quicker than normal. She smiled wider at my helplessness, for she knew who was in control and who was not. I began to steady myself when she let her fingers slowly trail down my inner thighs to my caged erection. She was no longer watching me, but her work. She cupped my member and I cursed the world when all I could feel was my breeches against my inflamed skin. She laughed lowly and began to untie the laces. I wanted to help her complete it faster, for she was doing it unbearable slow but I knew better. I tossed my head in frustration and this only made her laugh more. I was enraged when she stopped all together. I looked at her fiercely and I cderedered changing the roles and just ravishing her, but her face was still and calm. As if she knew what I wanted and waited for it to happen. She knew I would give in to my lust and she dared me with her mocking laugh and clever lips, but I would not. It seemed a shadow of what pride and dignity my title had given me lingered, and I would be the Prince in bonds now.

She noticed my surrender and smiled at it, not a cruel mocking smile, but an understanding smile full of comfort and care, it aroused me more. “Please,” I said, my voice croaked and it sounded unfamiliar to me. She glared when I spoke and I knew I had done something wrong for she struck my face again. I closed my eyes when she hit me and kept them closed. My other sense flared and I felt her fingers upon my laces again, but before she commenced I felt touches upon my eyelids and lips. “Keep them that way, Sinda,” she said and I obeyed. I considered it a test, as she would have me think, if I failed she would stop and it would be all for naught...but deep in my mind I knew this wasn’t what I believed.

The real test began as I felt her fingers finish with the laces, and my erection was exposed to the crisp air and her warm fingers. She held me and felt me, running her fingertips across the shaft gently and lightly as feathers. I moaned through closed lips and I battled with my hips to keep them from bucking. Bliss and ecstasy washed through my body as I felt her lips take me all. Her tongue playing from tip to root with such motions and power. Pride kept me from opening my eyes to watch her take my erection in deep. Respect kept me from shouting out and taking control. But it was her ceasing and releasing my erection that kept me from my peak. It was worse than nothing, this near fulfillment, and I groaned through my lips, sealed only by my pride and respect, wishing her to have mercy.

She crawled, I heard, over my body to my face. Her red dress fell over my erection and her hand came to my cheek softly. She stroked my cheek and trailed her fingertips over my lashes, and I prayed that meant open them for I did. I was not punished with a slap or a hit but rewarded with one of her rare kisses. I wanted to lift her dress and take her now. I wanted shove my still burning erection into her mouth. Just to show her I wanted my dignity back. But I didn’t. And I think it was because I wanted to lose my dignity, just for a day. She giggled slightly and it was more crystal than silver and her tongue came from the tip of my ear to my lower lip in which I stole another kiss with. She straddled me and looked at me fondly and I her, it was one of our sweet moments, and one I would never forget.

She rested her hands upon my chest and massaged me, I could almost feel her fingers against my skin, but I think it was only the silk of my shirt that ran over my flesh. She grinned at my dismay and she tugged at my shirt. She would have it off and I smiled and obeyed. Her hands upon my flesh was bliss, for she tugged at my nipples and kissed to my stomach. She flicked her tongue on my nipple and bit it and nibbled it, I could not help but moan out. She did not mind this time though, she did not even mind when I rested my hand upon her head and stroked her soft tresses. She stopped for a moment and looked at me. Her eyes were dark, yet it seemed they softened in a way. She sat upon me and took my member in her hands once more. My arousal did not falter, it stayed hot and yearning, and when she lifted her dress just a little and pushed into me it molded into her perfectly. I barely heard her shout when she did this, but I listened closely to her moans and whimpers as she pushed herself and pulled back. Whenever she went in did she whimper like a maiden, so unlike my mistress that had me to my knees, I answered her with a grunt. Whenever she took out she made the softest of moans that I made louder with a moan of my own. She increased her speed and I smiled through all of it, never reaching my hands to quicken her pace or fondle her clothed breasts. My pleasure had reached its peak and I came with a shout. She flushed red, as red as her velvet, and fell to my chest. She lay upon me breathing swiftly and I chuckled softly, petting her fair hair and caressing her cheek. I did not wait for her chest to fall normally, I laid her down on her back and kept over her. She looked at me with blushing cheeks and parted lips. Her eyes were no longer dark, they were light with surrender and I assumed that mine were darker than hers had been.

My hands were slow and gentle, I would be sweet to her to show my difference. I caressed her cheeks and her chin, falling to her neck which I nipped at and kissed.
Her dress once again proved my delay until I grabbed it at her neck and wrenched to tear finely down past her white breasts. I shivered at the sound of the ripping cloth and her gasnly nly aroused me more. She lay upon the dewy grass, bare as the trees yet more alive and warm, at the base of a pine tree, her eyes still clear and willing, her arms obediently at her sides. The roles were switched, my title was given back and I loved it. I filled my hands with her breasts once more and her skin felt warm and damp. She sighed and shut her eyes, her breathing still quick. “Keep them open, I want you to see,” I commanded, my voice firm and dark. She obeyed and whimpered which was a delight to my ears and my erection awoke again. I grinned at her helplessness and pinched her nipples and pulled her breasts. She cried and moaned and shook her head from side to side as I did this making me laugh, my own mockery. It sounded like steel and her moans polished it making it rich and kingly. I suckled them gently, one after the other. Her skin tasted of forest berries and the miruvor of Imladris I had grown to love.

Her legs had wrapped around me as I worked with her bosom and when this happened my erection brushed against her opening and we were still for a moment. The pleasure was sweet and white-hot and I wanted to take her. With a swift thrust I pushed inside her, her cries were breathless and soft and she twined her arms around my back clutching my flesh and bringing us closer. Our breath fell upon each others faces and it warmed us more. I rocked with her slowly for I knew this was to be the last I would take her. Our lips touched once more and our kiss was deep and strong, with all the sweetness of our love-making. Carefully did I slide out of her and strongly did I push back in her, an erotic rhythm that would quench us. It felt I took her there for only a moment, but I longed for it to be forever, but supreme pleasure took us. Our cries into the morning forest echoed out and I lay at her side until the moon had risen.

We said no farewells when I departed, we merely kissed and our eyes met. Mine the same watchful, clear gaze. Hers now a brightened color, that twinkled with a radiance of wisdom and something more I could not detect. She had no tears when I left her and deep in my heart I knew my mistress would never cry. She was strong and valiant, a maiden of an age I had never been apart of. Her eyes alone told the story of her age; stars upon a sunny day scattered across a silver lake. Her eyes told me not to regret, her smiles told me not to pity, and her love told me not grieve. For our moments were only for that day, not ever as I thought I had wished.

Now, as I sit upon this boat, made by my own hands, I look back at Middle-earth and I wondered why I did not take her with me. Though, I doubted she would come, I was forced to leave alone....No, not alone. For one other came with me and my companion knew nothing of the woman clad in red velvet, and I doubted I’d ever tell him.

 
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