Forbidden Love
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Adult ++
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Forbidden Love
Title: Forbidden Love
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Website: http://www.tolkiensnaughtyelves.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Celeborn/Celebrían
Summary: bríabrían visits her parents in Lorien, and remembers the night before her wedding.
Notes: I can’t believe I wrote this, and I’m probably signing my own death warrant just by posting it. I’m normally a slash girl, but my obsession with Celeborn has gotten way out of hand… way, way, way out of hand.
Warning: Incest, Explicit depictions of sex between father and daughter. If you can't handle it, don’t read it. If you go ahead and read it, despite the warning and flame me, an evil curse willcastcast upon you.
Disclaimer: Tolkien's, not mine.
And now... I boldly go where no other has gone before.
The cool midnight breeze blew against sheer, white curtains, making them shimmer in the moonlight. All was silent except for the eerie song of that nocturnal bird she had never been able to identify. She never heard it in Rivendell. It was a sound that used to soothe her, but now it tore at her heart. It reminded her of the nights they lay spent in each other’s arms listening to the same odd sound. But now he wasn’t there. Feeling goose bumps cover her skin, Celebrían pulled up the quilt all the way up to her face and, with it, wiped away a tear.
They had agreed that once she married their relationship would have to end. Still, she hoped that he would come to her that night-- her first night back home without her husband. Oh how she had missed him… his touches… his kisses. Elrond was never able to please her as well as he did. Her husband was neither as passionate, nor as loving, nor as strikingly handsome as her father was.
She closed her eyes, softly humming a familiar melody. It was that of a song he used to sing to her when she was an Elfling, one that he reminded her of when he hummed it again their last night together, after they made love. The tune she created filled the air flooded her mind with memories both pleasant and sad.
*****
(flashback)
Celebrían lay face down upon her bed, face buried in a pillow, her body shaken with violent sobs. A hand was placed upon her shoulder; she pushed it away. “Go away!” she screamed.
“Ceían,ían, you cannot keep it all inside. Tell me your troubles… it will take the weight off your heart.”
“You know my troubles! I do not wish to marry Lord Elrond.”
Galadriel sighed, “Marry him you must, but I promise it will not be as awful as you think. When my parents told me I was to marry your adar I was…”
“I want to see Ada. You and I have nothing to tabouabout,” she cut her mother off mid-sentence.
“Why do you always shut me out, Celebrían? Surely I can understand you better than he does.”
“Leave!”
“Very well.” Galadriel relented, leaving her daughter to herself.
Celebrían remained in her position with her face in the pillow, her sobs slowly fading as she waited for him. She knew that he would take away her sorrow… even if only for a short while. She wanted him to hold her, and kiss her, and tell her that everything would be all right… and to make love to her one last time before she would be sent to her prison in Imladris.
It was only a few minutes before she heard the opening and shutting of her door, followed by footsteps nearing her bed. She turned around to face him, her face still red and stained with tears.
Celeborn sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled his daughter into his arms, nuzzling her neck. They sat in silence, cradling each other until she realized he was sniffing her hair.
“What do I smell of?” she asked with a soft laugh.
“Violets and roses…it is a scent I know I will miss.” As they looked at each other, their lips were drawn closer and closer, as if by a magnetic force, until they almost brushed against each other. “Never forget how much I love you.” His hot breath tickled her lips, making her shudder: a reaction cut short by his sudden, demanding kiss.
Celebrían submitted willingly to the invasion, allowing her ada to delve into the cavern of her mouth. Through his kiss she could sense all his pain, and fear, and desperation; she knew he understood how she felt.
He was wearing only a bathrobe, which she slowly slid down his shoulders. “Brí… this is the last time,” he said as she moved to kiss his bare chest. “Do you hear me?”
“Aye, Ada. Last time…” she whispered, and pushed him back onto the mattress. He quivered slightly as she led a trail of kisses down sculpted abdomen. Celebrían wondered if her mother had the same effect on him, but quickly pushed the thought aside. She rested her hands on his thighs.
Through half-open lids Celeborn watched her bring her mouth to his arched Elfhood. A shaky whimper escaped his lips when the warmth of her mouth enveloped his entire length. “Brí…” he groaned; his hands clenched the sheets.
She suckedediledily; letting her tongue flick the tip and swirl around the head of his stiff cock and drank in the sounds of his moans, which steadily grew louder. “Hush, Ada. Someone might hear you.”
“Child, you know not what you do to me.” His voice was nothing more than a husky whisper.
“You are wrong. I know exactly what I do to you.” She crawled back up and sat herself down on his crotch, riding him in a languid motion.
The feel of her smooth panties against his erection, along with the sight of her perky breasts and hard nipples through the tranent ent material of her nightdress drove Celeborn wild with desire. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, devouring her mouth in a fiery kiss. With one swift motion he pulled the gown over her head and threw it to the floor.
She raised her self up on her knees, letting him slide her panties down the length of her thighs and took it upon herself to get them off the rest of the way. She positioned herself above his cock, and placed the tip against her entrance before lowering hlf olf onto it, inch by inch. “Ada…”she moaned, feeling his length fill and stretch her. He told her once she could call him by his name when they made love, if that would make her more comfortable, but she never did. She was not ashamed of who it was she loved.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, as he began to thrust, and buried her face in his neck, breathing in the scent that had always comforted and soothed her, but now aroused her as well. Strong hands on her hips guided her up and down his length. Soon their lips became entangled in a messy kiss: one that would last for almost the entire length of their union, save for some gasps for air.
Celebrían moaned against her father’s mouth as he began lifting and pulling her down on his cock faster and harder. The pressure built inside her and she trembled, but he was relentless. The closer to the edge he saw she was, harder he strove to bring her over. She came with what was almost a squeal, and he silenced her with his lips. The clenching of her tight muscles around his flesh brought him his release as well. He tried to pull out, as they had always done before he came, but she stayed but, and they looked each other deep in the eye as he spilled his seed deep inside her.
She felt wetness against her cheek. It was a tear, his tear. She knew he was crying because the next night it would not be him she was with, and she began to weep as well. They held each other until their eyes were dry once more, and Celeborn laid his daughter back onto her bed. He hummed the tune of a song he used to sing to put her to sleep when she was still an Elfling, hoping it would still have the same effect. He wanted her to drift off to sleep before he had to leave. He had to leave, though he wished he could have stayed.
(end flashback)
*****
The tears began to flow freely now. It hurt to know that he was able to leave the past behind, while she was not. She would have loved him again, if only he had come… So lost in her own sorrow she was that she did not even hear that someone had come into her room, and was now standing beside her bed. A gentle hand pulled a wet strand of hair away from her face.
“Ada?” she asked, though she did not open her eyes for she was afraid that if she looked it would be someone else.
“Do not cry, princess. I am here…”
Celebrían smiled and opened her eyes to gaze upon the one she loved. “I thought you would not come.”
“I could not stay away.”
The End
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Author: Bernsteinnixe
Website: http://www.tolkiensnaughtyelves.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Celeborn/Celebrían
Summary: bríabrían visits her parents in Lorien, and remembers the night before her wedding.
Notes: I can’t believe I wrote this, and I’m probably signing my own death warrant just by posting it. I’m normally a slash girl, but my obsession with Celeborn has gotten way out of hand… way, way, way out of hand.
Warning: Incest, Explicit depictions of sex between father and daughter. If you can't handle it, don’t read it. If you go ahead and read it, despite the warning and flame me, an evil curse willcastcast upon you.
Disclaimer: Tolkien's, not mine.
And now... I boldly go where no other has gone before.
The cool midnight breeze blew against sheer, white curtains, making them shimmer in the moonlight. All was silent except for the eerie song of that nocturnal bird she had never been able to identify. She never heard it in Rivendell. It was a sound that used to soothe her, but now it tore at her heart. It reminded her of the nights they lay spent in each other’s arms listening to the same odd sound. But now he wasn’t there. Feeling goose bumps cover her skin, Celebrían pulled up the quilt all the way up to her face and, with it, wiped away a tear.
They had agreed that once she married their relationship would have to end. Still, she hoped that he would come to her that night-- her first night back home without her husband. Oh how she had missed him… his touches… his kisses. Elrond was never able to please her as well as he did. Her husband was neither as passionate, nor as loving, nor as strikingly handsome as her father was.
She closed her eyes, softly humming a familiar melody. It was that of a song he used to sing to her when she was an Elfling, one that he reminded her of when he hummed it again their last night together, after they made love. The tune she created filled the air flooded her mind with memories both pleasant and sad.
*****
(flashback)
Celebrían lay face down upon her bed, face buried in a pillow, her body shaken with violent sobs. A hand was placed upon her shoulder; she pushed it away. “Go away!” she screamed.
“Ceían,ían, you cannot keep it all inside. Tell me your troubles… it will take the weight off your heart.”
“You know my troubles! I do not wish to marry Lord Elrond.”
Galadriel sighed, “Marry him you must, but I promise it will not be as awful as you think. When my parents told me I was to marry your adar I was…”
“I want to see Ada. You and I have nothing to tabouabout,” she cut her mother off mid-sentence.
“Why do you always shut me out, Celebrían? Surely I can understand you better than he does.”
“Leave!”
“Very well.” Galadriel relented, leaving her daughter to herself.
Celebrían remained in her position with her face in the pillow, her sobs slowly fading as she waited for him. She knew that he would take away her sorrow… even if only for a short while. She wanted him to hold her, and kiss her, and tell her that everything would be all right… and to make love to her one last time before she would be sent to her prison in Imladris.
It was only a few minutes before she heard the opening and shutting of her door, followed by footsteps nearing her bed. She turned around to face him, her face still red and stained with tears.
Celeborn sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled his daughter into his arms, nuzzling her neck. They sat in silence, cradling each other until she realized he was sniffing her hair.
“What do I smell of?” she asked with a soft laugh.
“Violets and roses…it is a scent I know I will miss.” As they looked at each other, their lips were drawn closer and closer, as if by a magnetic force, until they almost brushed against each other. “Never forget how much I love you.” His hot breath tickled her lips, making her shudder: a reaction cut short by his sudden, demanding kiss.
Celebrían submitted willingly to the invasion, allowing her ada to delve into the cavern of her mouth. Through his kiss she could sense all his pain, and fear, and desperation; she knew he understood how she felt.
He was wearing only a bathrobe, which she slowly slid down his shoulders. “Brí… this is the last time,” he said as she moved to kiss his bare chest. “Do you hear me?”
“Aye, Ada. Last time…” she whispered, and pushed him back onto the mattress. He quivered slightly as she led a trail of kisses down sculpted abdomen. Celebrían wondered if her mother had the same effect on him, but quickly pushed the thought aside. She rested her hands on his thighs.
Through half-open lids Celeborn watched her bring her mouth to his arched Elfhood. A shaky whimper escaped his lips when the warmth of her mouth enveloped his entire length. “Brí…” he groaned; his hands clenched the sheets.
She suckedediledily; letting her tongue flick the tip and swirl around the head of his stiff cock and drank in the sounds of his moans, which steadily grew louder. “Hush, Ada. Someone might hear you.”
“Child, you know not what you do to me.” His voice was nothing more than a husky whisper.
“You are wrong. I know exactly what I do to you.” She crawled back up and sat herself down on his crotch, riding him in a languid motion.
The feel of her smooth panties against his erection, along with the sight of her perky breasts and hard nipples through the tranent ent material of her nightdress drove Celeborn wild with desire. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, devouring her mouth in a fiery kiss. With one swift motion he pulled the gown over her head and threw it to the floor.
She raised her self up on her knees, letting him slide her panties down the length of her thighs and took it upon herself to get them off the rest of the way. She positioned herself above his cock, and placed the tip against her entrance before lowering hlf olf onto it, inch by inch. “Ada…”she moaned, feeling his length fill and stretch her. He told her once she could call him by his name when they made love, if that would make her more comfortable, but she never did. She was not ashamed of who it was she loved.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, as he began to thrust, and buried her face in his neck, breathing in the scent that had always comforted and soothed her, but now aroused her as well. Strong hands on her hips guided her up and down his length. Soon their lips became entangled in a messy kiss: one that would last for almost the entire length of their union, save for some gasps for air.
Celebrían moaned against her father’s mouth as he began lifting and pulling her down on his cock faster and harder. The pressure built inside her and she trembled, but he was relentless. The closer to the edge he saw she was, harder he strove to bring her over. She came with what was almost a squeal, and he silenced her with his lips. The clenching of her tight muscles around his flesh brought him his release as well. He tried to pull out, as they had always done before he came, but she stayed but, and they looked each other deep in the eye as he spilled his seed deep inside her.
She felt wetness against her cheek. It was a tear, his tear. She knew he was crying because the next night it would not be him she was with, and she began to weep as well. They held each other until their eyes were dry once more, and Celeborn laid his daughter back onto her bed. He hummed the tune of a song he used to sing to put her to sleep when she was still an Elfling, hoping it would still have the same effect. He wanted her to drift off to sleep before he had to leave. He had to leave, though he wished he could have stayed.
(end flashback)
*****
The tears began to flow freely now. It hurt to know that he was able to leave the past behind, while she was not. She would have loved him again, if only he had come… So lost in her own sorrow she was that she did not even hear that someone had come into her room, and was now standing beside her bed. A gentle hand pulled a wet strand of hair away from her face.
“Ada?” she asked, though she did not open her eyes for she was afraid that if she looked it would be someone else.
“Do not cry, princess. I am here…”
Celebrían smiled and opened her eyes to gaze upon the one she loved. “I thought you would not come.”
“I could not stay away.”
The End
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