Tales from the Pleasure Talan

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the ideas and the OFC. Everything else belongs to JRR Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate, and/or Peter Jackson et al.

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She approached the talan with a bit of trepidation. She had been told of this place and had fantasized about visiting for years. She’d finally made up her mind to do it and part of her didn’t know if she wanted to be alone or if she desired other elleth for support.

Climbing the steps, she was struck by the silence of the Golden Wood. The Wardens were patrolling the borders, but they were silent watchers. A thrill of anticipation ran down her spine. Perhaps they would watch her …

The talan was empty and she was surprised to feel relief. Apparently, she didn’t want any competition. She knew how it worked---she undressed and lay back against the cushions on the bed. Then, she waited for whoever may come.

She did not have long to wait. A figure moved silently onto the platform and she felt a chill. She wasn’t afraid---yes, she was. He regarded her from the top of the steps, for a moment, then spoke.

“You know why I am here?” His voice was low, with a tone of arrogance so common among the wardens.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You freely choose to offer yourself?”

“Yes,” she replied, softly.

He walked over to the bed and set his great bow aside. She recognized him as Orophin, one of the wardens, and a brother of the March Warden. His thick, golden-blonde hair was parted and the top part pulled back in a simple braid. He was incredibly handsome, even for an Elf, with high cheekbones and somewhat slanting, almond-shaped eyes of a deep blue. He had the haughty gaze of one accustomed to being obeyed.

His eyes traveled over her body and she shivered. There was something quite dangerous about this Elf.

Orophin had seen the young elleth enter the talan and then turned to Fereveldir, his companion on patrol. “Tell my brother there is company in the talan.” The other Elf had smiled, then dissolved into the darkness to find the March Warden. Orophin waited until he returned to their post, then slipped from the talan from which they watched and moved to the one reserved exclusively for the ‘recreation’ of the wardens.

Various elleth would come to the designated talan and would await the pleasure of the wardens patrolling the area. It was considered almost a rite of passage among the she-Elves. Before settling down into respectable lives with their bond-mates, many elleth enjoyed the complete freedom to explore all of their carnal desires in what had become known as ‘the Pleasure talan’. One rule of the game specified that whatever went on in the talan, stayed in the talan. There was no shame in being a participant in the activities of the talan. Another rule was that the elleth offering herself must acknowledge that she knew the purpose of the visit and that she was there willingly.

He did not recognize this night’s elleth, but he was often on the border. She was comely---very long, blonde hair, smooth fair skin, and breasts that looked just large enough to fill his hand.

The warden sat on the side of the bed and reached out, caressing one full breast, letting his fingertips trail over her already hard nipple, cupping the breast, then giving it a squeeze. It was nice and firm. He let his hand move down to caress her thigh and smiled at her sharp intake of breath.

As for her, she was tense with anticipation. She had never known the pleasures of the flesh and to have her first experience with the handsome warden drove her excitement level up. When he touched her, she felt a tingle of pleasure. When his hand moved from her breast to her thigh, the tingle became a jolt and she gasped.

Orophin stood and quickly removed his clothing. She had never seen a naked male Elf before, but if he were typical, then no wonder so many mortals lusted after them. He was tall and his body lean and smooth-muscled. His member was only at half-attention, yet she felt a hint of concern that there was no possibly way it would fit inside her.

“You have never done this, have you?” His voice was surprisingly gentle.

She shook her head. “No, but I have yearned for it for quite a long time. I wish to please you, my lord, if you will but tell me what it is you desire.”

Taking her hand, he pulled her up so that she knelt on the bed facing him. He stroked her hair, caressing her shoulders, back and hips. He could feel the tension in her body as she knelt before him. Cupping her chin, he lifted her face and touched his lips to hers.

Her mouth was soft and yielding, her lips parting readily under his. When he slipped his tongue into her mouth, she started at the unfamiliar sensation. Orophin wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him, the fingers of his other hand entwined in her hair. She felt the pressure of his hand preventing her from pulling her head back from the unexpected touch of his tongue to hers. She was glad, however, as the sensation soon sent both chills and warmth throughout her body.

“Caress my tongue with yours, my sweet,” he whispered against her lips. She did as he instructed and could feel excitement building in the pit of her stomach. Her arms moved up to stroke his strong shoulders and arms, feeling the hard muscles that held her a willing prisoner.

Orophin could sense her eagerness to learn and smiled to himself. Perhaps this would be quite a sweet treat. Usually, he did not like virgins---too much effort. But this elleth seemed anxious to learn the mysteries of the flesh, and he was happy to teach her.

He pulled her head back and trailed kisses down her throat before capturing one rosy nipple between his teeth. He sucked gently, his tongue swirling around the tip before flicking rapidly over the hardened nub. She pressed against him as he caressed her other breast with his hand, lightly pinching and pulling on the nipple before taking the entire breast in his hand and squeezing it.

She felt as though she was dissolving between her legs, and a yearning was growing. She wanted to be touched, wanted to touch him---her mind was in a whirl. He moved back up to her mouth and this time she placed her hands on either side of his head and kissed him deeply.

When they parted she asked, “How may I please you, my lord?”

He smiled and said, “Do what you think would please me.”

She thought about the sensations his tongue had summoned when he used it on her breasts, so she leaned in, running her hands over his chest before touching one of his nipples with her tongue. She mimicked what he had done to her and he ran his fingers through her hair, pushing her mouth against his chest. She scraped her nails lightly over his other nipple before moving her mouth to it.

As she licked his chest, she was aware of the feeling of something firm and smooth pressing against her belly. She looked down and saw his member was fully erect. Sitting further down on the bed she let it slide between her breasts so that they enveloped it, and sat so that her legs were on either side of his.

The Elf was surprised at her actions. He had not anticipated she would take such initiative and silently thanked the Valar he had decided to come to the talan this night.

The head of his cock brushed her lips and she looked up at him in askance. He gave a slight nod, and she opened her mouth, her tongue snaking out and caressing the head lightly before taking it into her mouth. She sucked gently as he reached down and grasped her breasts, pushing them together so that his entire rod was enveloped in some part of her flesh.

“Use your tongue,” he ordered softly, sighing as she obeyed. When he judged she had become accustomed to the feel of him in her mouth, he began slow, short, gentle thrusts, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. Her hard nipples rubbed against his flesh as he moved between her breasts and into her mouth. Sweet Eru, but it felt good! His movements became faster and deeper and he took her hands, which were squeezing his buttocks as she sucked him, and moved them to her breasts, pressing them so she would know what he wanted. She took over the task of keeping his shaft secured between her firm tits, and he tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her head gently.

At first, she was frightened by the feel of his large member pushing against the back of her throat. Then, when his hands gently held her head so that his thrusts went deeper, she almost panicked and pulled away. But, she remembered she had chosen to do this and would not allow her apprehension to get in the way. Also, there was something thrilling about the fear, the feeling of helplessness as he used her mouth.

He felt his orgasm building and thrust deeply into her mouth, sending his cock down her throat as he gasped out his pleasure. His seed flowed down into her belly and she had no choice but to swallow. The feel of her throat constricting only served to heighten his pleasure. When he pulled out, the head of his cock left a trail of sweet Elf-cum across her tongue and lips. She looked up at him and the sight of her lips still wet with his seed was satisfying.

He smiled down at her. “You did well, little flower. Now, I would show you pleasure of your own.”