Tales from the Pleasure Talan: Episode Two

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The Warden of Lorien watched as the she-Elf slipped into the talan reserved for their amusement. He smiled to himself. It had been several days since he’d lain with a female and he could use some amusement. His companion on patrol gave a slight nod of dismissal, and he smiled his thanks.

Sliding down from his perch, he crept up the stairs and into the talan soundlessly. She had not yet disrobed and turned with a gasp at his sudden appearance. He set aside his Great Bow and folded his arms, walking around her slowly, appraising her.

He asked the requisite questions; she answered appropriately. He smiled and moved in close behind her.

“What are your limits?” he whispered in her ear, his warm breath caressing her cheek.

“I have found none yet, my lord,” she answered. His answering chuckle implied dangerous times ahead and she began to doubt the wisdom of coming here alone, not telling anyone where she was bound. But, he was one of the guardians of the realm of the Lady of Light. Surely, he would let no harm come to her.

He reached up and twined his fingers in the dark waves of her hair, pulling her head back. His other hand, he slid over her shoulder, pulling her gown down, exposing her breasts. She felt his mouth against her neck, kissing, nibbling, sucking lightly and closed her eyes. She could feel his shimmering, silky, silver hair brushing against her flesh and thought how she would love to wrap its length around her hands and pull his mouth to hers.

She resisted the temptation, however. His air of mastery kept her still, awaiting his pleasure. When he loosened his grip on her hair and brought his other hand down, she thought he was going to turn her around. Instead, he grasped her gown and ripped it from her body, letting it fall in a heap at her feet.

She started with fear at the sound of fabric tearing, and tried to run, but he held her arms firmly.

“No, little dove. You will not escape so easily. You came here to pleasure a Warden, and you shall do so.”

She could have said no---told him she did not want to do this---and it would have ended right then and there. But inside, she found the slight thrill of fear to be terribly arousing, and so she said nothing.

His hands moved over her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, stroking the smooth mound between her legs. She felt as though her skin was on fire, so sensitive to every touch of his expert hands, and soon became aware of moisture trickling between her thighs as her passion deepened.

He could smell her excitement and smiled. She would be quite malleable. He placed his hand against her upper back and pushed firmly, bending her over and ordering her to grasp the low rail that ran around this part of the talan’s edge. The Warden then pushed her legs apart with his booted foot and gave her rounded bottom a light slap.

She let out a tiny squeal and started to straighten, but he pushed her back down.

“You will stay in that position until told to move. Am I understood?”

“Y-Yes, my lord,” she gasped. It wasn’t a hard tap, but it stung and had startled her.

The Elf reached into a small chest that sat on the talan’s floor and took out a small phial. Soon, she picked up a scent akin to spice and felt something warm and wet against her backside and realized he was rubbing some sort of oil around her rosy rear opening. Her eyes opened wide as the meaning of his actions dawned on her. She had never had a male take her in that manner---and she was more than a little frightened. Still, she did not move. She had not been given permission.

He slid his fingers into her tight hole, one at a time, spreading them wide as he worked to loosen her up. She was obviously a virgin in this particular type of joining. Whenever she would tense her muscles, he would give her bottom another stinging tap.

“Relax. You will only make it painful for yourself if you resist. Believe me, my sweet, you will enjoy this, if you will but give in to your desire.”

When he judged she had been adequately prepared, he undressed quickly. His member was rigid and he applied a bit of the oil to it, enjoying the feel of his slick hand moving over his shaft. Soon, however, he would be inside the elleth, and that feeling would be even sweeter.

Bending his knees slightly, he positioned himself at her rear entrance. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her opening. He pushed up and into her, slowly stretching her open.

She cried out at the pressure and the discomfort seemed heading quickly toward pain. It felt as though he was shoving a mallorn tree in there and she almost begged him to stop. But, just when she thought her poor bottom had stretched to the point of tearing, the head of his prick popped past her ring and the pain decreased. Once he was past that outer rim, he grasped her hips and thrust smoothly and quickly deep inside of her.

The force of his entry took he breath away and she gasped. He remained still for a moment, enjoying the almost painfully tight fit, then pulled back slowly, just until the head reached her rigid ring of muscle, then drove back into her. He repeated these long, deep, powerful thrusts until she thought her legs would give out from the strength of his strokes, but she held on to the rail for support.

When he had pushed himself deeply into her, he held his position for a moment, gripping her hips painfully, then ground against her, his cock reaming her insides in, she was shocked to find, a most delightful manner. He smiled as she began pushing back against him, wiggling her bottom as she tried to capture all of the delicious sensations he was giving her. Letting go of her hips, he pulled her shoulders back until she was against his chest and he could play with her full breasts.

Her head lay back against his shoulder and he let his tongue trace her ear, flicking it over the lobe before catching that delicate piece of flesh in his teeth and biting---not hard, but enough to cause her breath to catch. He could feel her muscles tensing and tell by the frantic pushing of her bottom into his hips, she was about to come. When at last she let out a shriek and dug her nails into his hips, trying to hold on, he grabbed a handful of her thick dark hair and pulled her head back so his mouth could cover hers and absorb her cries.

She would have collapsed if his strong arms hadn’t held her up. Pulling out of her, her walked her over to the bed and laid her on her back. Standing over her, he looked into her passion-filled eyes.

“I told you, you would enjoy it, my pet,” his voice low and even.

She opened her mouth to agree, but could not speak. Her body was still weak from the power of her orgasm. She had never expected the alternate path to be so delightful.

He knelt on the bed, her legs spread on either side of him, and began stroking her thighs and her smooth female mound. She arched against his hands, his fingers tripping lightly over her sensitive inner lips, and try as she might, she could not get him to touch her clit.

The Elf laughed softly. “So eager, aren’t you? Tell me, little one: do you wish to explore further delights?” At her eager nod, he added, “Even though they may seem strange to you?”

“Yes, my lord,” she breathed. “I would learn all the ways to please you.”

“Please me?” His voice held amusement. “So, you do not care for your own pleasure?”

Looking up at the strikingly beautiful Warden, she answered, “Your pleasure is my pleasure.” As the words left her lips, she realized it was true. The physical sensations were incredible, but what she was truly enjoying was her total surrender to his desires, and knowing he was taking his pleasure from her body gave her a thrill inside that she dared not examine too closely.

He smiled and leaned over so that his face was just above hers. “So, you enjoy a firm hand, my sweet.” His tongue flicked out briefly to swirl lightly over her lips. She opened her mouth and he pulled back, laughing softly.

“In time,” he said, then bent to nuzzle her neck, moving down to her breasts. He sucked her nipples, first one, then the other, biting them, lightly at first, then with increasing pressure, until she cried out. He raised his head and frowned.

“No. You will be silent.” He knew she would be unable to maintain her silence because he intended to have her screaming with pleasure before the evening was over. He laughed to himself as he thought of the other Wardens in the trees---they could hear her cries---had she even thought of that? What would she do if she knew they could see her as well, writhing under his ministrations? From her submissive behavior, she would probably protest her embarrassment, but would secretly be even more aroused than she already was.

He continued to torment her hard nipples with his mouth and hands. When next he sat back, they were vividly pink and quite sensitive to the touch. He thumped them simultaneously with his fingers and she sucked in her breath sharply. He then lightly gave her globes each a stinging slap, admiring the way they jiggled a bit.

His cock rested against her hot opening and he could feel her juices flowing, soaking him. She was quite aroused. Perhaps she was ready for a new lesson. He swung his leg over and turned around, moving so that his balls rested just above her mouth.

“You know what to do,” he said and immediately felt her warm tongue moving over his sac. She sucked his balls gently between giving them a thorough cleaning with her tongue. First one, then the other was enveloped in her warm mouth and he closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation. Then he reached down and pulled her thighs up, lifting her bottom so he could look down into both of her openings.

She gasped and he gave one cheek a firm smack. Instantly, her mouth went back to work on his balls. His cock was pushed up between her cushioning breasts and her nipples rubbed against his flesh on either side. He lowered his head and drank from her juicy cunt---she was so wet, it was like licking the surface of a pool. When his tongue drifted to the space between her front and rear openings, he sucked it hard, leaving teeth marks.

Her moans were muted by his flesh and he was rewarded with a fresh sprinkling of moisture from her already dripping opening. He continued to feast on her pussy while one arm held her in position and his other hand rubbed and massaged her recently plundered backside, fingers slipping in every now and then, drawing more muffled groans and squeals from his oh-so-willing partner.

He was surprised to feel her nails digging into his cheeks, spreading them as her tongue sought his own opening. Her tongue swirled around and she sucked the flesh around it, nibbling. He fought for his own control when her tongue pressed for entry. He began to rock on her stiffened and swirling tongue, his aching cock moving up and down between her breasts. He shuddered as he came, barely able to withhold his seed. He was not ready to spill it yet.

For her initiative, he decided to give her a small reward. When he touched his tongue to her clit, she jerked and cried out, despite her best efforts. He swirled around it, then sucked it into his mouth, gnawing gently. She bucked against his mouth as her climax overwhelmed her and the vibrations of her groans felt pleasant against his recently pleasured bottom.

Moving off of her, back to his position between her legs he pulled her hips onto his, sliding his still rigid cock easily into her accommodating ass. Her expression was dazed from so much stimulation.

Sweet Luthien’s smile! She had never felt so wanton, so---so … free. He had total control over her body because she had given it to him, and he had taken her beyond anything she’d ever known. Her casual dalliances with other Elves had been nothing like this. It was true what they said about the Wardens …

He knelt, sitting back, his cock resting inside of her. Pushing her legs wide, he ordered her to wrap her arms around them to hold them spread. She did as she was told without question. Whatever he had in store for her was going to be magnificent---she trusted him completely.

He spread her glistening lips and slipped his fingers inside, moving them in and out. Each time his hand dove into her well, it came back a little more slick. Soon, he was able to slide all of his fingers in, pressing, wiggling them, causing her to squirm delightfully on his throbbing member.

He added his thumb to the mass moving in and out of her, stretching her. She was so aroused, she did not notice what he did, only that it drove her mad with desire. Unconsciously, she let go of her legs and began caressing and squeezing her breasts, her eyes closed, her head tossing as her body was tantalized by his expert, elegant fingers.

When he pushed his hand inside, all the way to his wrist, he slowly spread his fingers so that his knuckles pressed against all of her internal pleasure points and his arm pressed her clit against her pubis. He could see her muscles working as she breathed faster, the movement of air becoming ragged as her excitement increased.

Holding her hip with his free hand, he began slow, short thrusts up her bottom. His fingers could feel his shaft moving inside of her, and, pushing as deeply as possible, he began to stroke himself while his hand was still buried in of her.

The feel of him masturbating while inside of her was more than she could take. She stiffened as a surge of pleasure so exquisite, she thought she would awaken in the Halls of Mandos, moved through her body, overwhelming her. She screamed in ecstasy, digging her nails into the soft skin of her breasts, and her complete abandon was all he needed to send him over the edge himself. He shot deep into her and could feel the powerful jets through the thin flesh separating his hand from his straining cock.

When he was spent, he pulled his hand slowly from her still sensitive opening. The evidence of her powerful orgasm dripped from his fingers and he leaned over her body, holding his hand to her mouth. She opened her lips automatically when she felt the warm, wet touch of his fingers and started licking them, sucking the evidence of her spending from his hand, cleaning it completely.

When she finished, he put his head down and kissed her deeply, tasting her juices on her own tongue. He brushed her hair back from her face and smiled into her exhausted, but satisfied eyes.

“You did well, little one. If you choose to return, there are many more pleasures you may experience at the hands of the guardians of the Golden Wood.”

She managed to nod once, still overwhelmed from their passion. He kissed her again quickly and before she could respond, had withdrawn from her body and risen, already dressing. In only a moment, he was once again dressed in the gray uniform of the Wardens. As he reached for his Bow, a voice from the stairs called to him.

“Rumil, your brothers seek you.”

“I am on my way,” he replied, giving her a respectful bow before disappearing into the night.