WARNING: THIS STORY IS RATED NC-17
Not
long ago, a group of authors of the Open
Scrolls Archive gathered and started a Virtual Village
based on the premise of a new world that resembled Middle Earth but wasn't
Tolkien's Middle Earth. It was an Alternate Universe, where time and space
had little meaning :
IImedhuir: The Valley of the Dark Dreams
This is the story of some of their citizens, it involves how Legolas got the mate he didn't want and Mirë found what she wasn't looking for.
In
the wrong place at the right time
This
story is part of the Virtual
Village Sagas.
Disclaimer: None of the characters you know is mine. Actually, only M. is mine.
This time Aerin got my muse high and Sindohte and Jillian supported me as always ... Thank you girls! Lots of love!
I am rating this NC17 for later, just in case I manage to write some worthy smut.
Chapter 5- Of Elven Lust and Strange Dreams
The impression of scents filled her dreams, damp wood paired with moss, and another less definable note; the third intensifying as she turned and searched unconsciously for the source of the delicious heat that was radiating against her skin. Marian shivered as a cold and clammy breeze licked her back and she moved closer to the delicious source of warmth next to her.
Her nose found a smooth, heated surface and she rubbed her cheek against it, snuggling into the balmy heat surrounding her like a blanket.
Legolas raised his eyes toward the heavens, though they were obstructed by the rocky ceiling of the cave. He began to recite in his mind every epic and poem he had memorized in his previous life. It was a hopeless yet sincere effort to distract his mind from the messages his body was relaying.
During the first half of the night, as Marian laid spooned against him, the random contact of her soft, round bottom against his loins had awakened the desire he hadn't quenched for a lifetime. Exercising iron-willed control, he had preferred to observe the woman during her sleep.
He measured her as she lay next to him; she was not diminutive in stature. Legolas indulged himself by listening to the soft sounds she made in her sleep, and leaning the texture of her dark hair. She snored softly, almost silently compared to those of his previous traveling companions; Gimli and Aragorn were not delicate sleepers.
As the woman turned around in his embrace and snuggled closer, he felt his whole body respond to her unconscious lure, and focused on learning the shape of the myriad of light brown freckles on her nose and the tiny dimples that formed at the corner of her mouth when she smiled in her sleep. The dark lashes contrasted against the tanned cheeks, and he could feel every breath she took against his skin, as she ensconced her nose into the crook of his neck.
The elf could not move apart as to not steal any warmth from her, but could not help the instinctive reaction to her closeness. He had not lain with a female since he had been reborn on Arda Marred, but his old memory was working well inside this new body, which moved with the stirrings of the blood pumping now faster through his veins.
He forced another string of prayers to the Valar to help him be true to his word of protecting Marian, he was worthy of her trust, but as he fought to force the images of lovemaking to the female next to him away from his mind, his senses conveyed to him the texture of her hair against his chest, her long legs instinctively tangling with his, her bare skin against his.
Marian gained consciousness very slowly, the awareness of wakefulness seeping through her nerve endings.
She began to realize her position, she was being held in a loose embrace by a man, a man who was not touching her but for the arms circling her, and a curious member of his anatomy which pressed closer to her with every breath she took. It had been some time since she had slept with anybody, but the feeling was unmistakable. She woke up and her eyes flew to the face of the man holding her.
She recognized him. It was her captor, who had saved her from the bear. The beautiful freak with the strange ears who had requested her trust. Marian was unsure of the reason he wished to keep her safe, and for what purpose he intended to keep her. He was wide awake but held his eyes shut and his lips were moving as if he were reciting something.
Marian could feel that he was aroused and she responded in kind. Her skin was tingling wherever his body made contact with hers, which was pretty much everywhere. Marian strained her mind out of the blur of her raging hormones to remember his name. "Legolas?" she asked softly.
He was startled to find her awake and looking up to him. Legolas Thranduilion blushed from head to toe as to have been found in such a compromising situation. "I ... am sorry if I disturbed your sleep, Marian. And then I am sorry if you find the current situation ... offending … my only intention was to give you warmth …" he said with a pained expression.
Marian took a deep breath, which had the effect of making her breasts rub against his bare chest. The contact, enhanced by her already sensitive state made her nipples tighten and she bit back a moan.
"You bet I am warm enough for at least three of me," she said trying to sound aloof. “I suppose it can be said it is a natural reaction between female and male in such close proximity Legolas. Are the circumstances offending for you?"
Legolas didn't move, except for his eyes searching her face. This woman was no innocent virgin, still he owed her the benefit of not knowing about the customs of her people. "No, it is not. Among my people it is natural that when a male and a beautiful female share some ‘distinct closeness’, as you call it, there might be a reaction like this. But I think this might be considered improper among your people. I have no intention of breaking the vow I made to you or the trust you set in me."
Marian wondered if Legolas was aware of how beautiful he was and how his kindness and momentary awkwardness made him seem the sexiest male alive to her in that exact moment.
It took her exactly ten seconds to decide what to do. It took her less than 3 to stretch against him and kiss him while her hands searched for the hem of her tank top to get rid of it as soon as possible.
Legolas shock wore down as his tongue met hers, and his hands held her face still.
"Are you certain, Marian that you wish me to make love to you?" he whispered, stopping her hands mid motion of almost ripping her top off.
"I am certain that I need you to make love to me right now," she said. He laughed and pulled the top over head in one fluid movement, moaning as he felt her bare breasts against his chest.
The woman began kissing his neck, his jaw line while her hands explored the muscles of his shoulders and arms. She hadn't forgotten about the previous night, and her kisses followed an invisible trail towards his ear, caressing and nipping the skin in their way.
Legolas let her lead the game, shivering at the touch of her lips on the sensitive skin of his ears, moaning at the way she nipped the point. His hands were alive on their own, caressing the skin of her back, her ribcage, drawing lazy caresses approaching her breasts.
Gently he pushed her down on the makeshift bed, and his eyes traveled from her flushed face to the erect breasts and then further down to her tummy and the panties she was still wearing.
Under the scrutiny of the beautiful creature Marian became self-conscious.
"Please, I know I am not a beauty," she said pulling his head down towards her, as to kiss him and make him forget the sight she considered flawed, hoping he wouldn't change his mind about making love to her.
Legolas kissed her thoroughly and then resumed watching his fill of her.
"Marian, there is no woman more beautiful to me tonight than you. Please let me love you with my eyes and my hands as well as my body," he said. Then he asked again: "Do you trust me?"
For the first time in her life Marian felt she was the most beautiful woman on the planet.
She didn’t hesitate to reply full of certainty "Yes, I do".
His fingers were light butterflies skimming the exposed skin, the curves and the planes of the female body, awakening the tiny nerve cells in their wake. She closed her eyes at the intense feelings he provoked.
Slightly roughened fingertips were now tracing the edge of her panties. Marian began trembling slightly from the heavy excitement increasing with every slight motion. As she reached down her own body to remove the garment, he took her hands in his shaking his head, and bringing her hand to his lips he sucked lightly her fingertips.
His other hand set hers on his shoulder and he bent down to trace the edge of the panties with the tip of his tongue making Marian writhe beneath him.
Carefully, not leaving an inch of skin untouched, Legolas removed the piece of clothing as his tongue was now drawing patterns on her hipbone, approaching the small dark forest of curls.
“Did you know, lovely one, that you only really know your lover when you have sampled the unique scent of their arousal? You smell of musk and honey, and I will always remember… this is you,” he said, as he let his breath caress her.
Marian moaned loudly, his words touching her more intimately than any physical contact could have.
Her hands settled on his head, her fingers massaging his scalp seeking the beautiful ears, as to try to give him pleasure in this small way since he was now firmly wedged between her thighs.
“You honor me with your trust, Marian. Are you as ready for me as I am for you, lovely one? Show me, open for me and share your secrets …” he said softly, coaxing her to open wider to him.
Marian shifted slightly, though he could see that she was flushed now not only by desire but by embarrassment as well. Carefully, while he was observing her face and the changing expressions, his fingers explored between her legs, searching and finding her wet, aroused core.
As Marian felt his fingers glide over her, she fought embarrassment away from her mind, the pleasure of his touch making her hips buck welcoming towards the elf.
She focused on the shape of the lovely ear shells under her fingers and the caresses grew bolder, as she reached the sensitive pointed tip and pinched very lightly.
The sensation of Marian’s fingers caressing his ears sent a lightening bolt through Legolas nerves, his whole being shivering.
He focused on her entrance, the plump fleshy petals of her core as luscious as an exotic passion flower. He bent his head and tasted her.
The woman let out a small cry, as his nimble tongue set a symphony of sensations free and her body fought to be driven over the edge, in an impossible crescendo of sensations.
“Please, Legolas … Oh God, I need you now!” she begged, as her fingers dug into the soft hair of his head and she tried to pull him up along her body, torn between the need of having him filling her and the drive towards ecstasy he had unleashed.
As he glided up, it was a long excruciating caress with his whole body, skin burning skin, his mouth lingered briefly at her breasts as he kissed them and Marian closed her legs around his hips.
“Jesus Christ, Legolas, please, now!” she pleaded, as the head of his shaft caressed her vagina.
“I want to see you, Marian, when I enter you for the first time,” he asked the woman, as his fingers laced with hers and while she looked up to him with her brown eyes wide open, he flexed his hips, entering her body, marveling at the change of the expression on her face as he slid slowly into her and her tightness caressed his most sensitive flesh.
She sighed and closed her eyes as she could feel him stretching her, filling her, not moving for an instant.
“Am I hurting you?” the elf asked in concern.
If she wouldn’t have been so very elated, Marian would have laughed. But the tenderness in Legolas’ voice made her open her eyes and smile up at him, as she rotated her hips against his.
“No, you are definitely not hurting me. Unless you don’t start moving, then I might start screaming ….” and she moaned as he started retreating and then entering her again, thrusting deeply in a steady rhythm.
Every plunge of his length into her sent Marian higher, closer to the edge she was yearning for.
Legolas concentrated on the responses of her body. Already at the end of his tether himself, he was not willing to take any pleasure of his own without pleasing her before.
The woman’s body tensed as she reached her climax, the clenching motion of their inner muscles bringing Legolas over the edge as well as he moaned out her name.
Resting atop of Marian, spent and exhausted, the elf realized he must be heavy on her and rolled to the side and they moved as if she were a part of him snuggling into his side, her body still joined with his intimately.
It had been a long time, if ever, that Marian had floated in such a cloud of physical bliss. She held on to the feeling, blocking any of the logical thoughts that struggled to enter her mind.
His hand on her back was bringing her closer to him, but as the long male fingers started to caress her responsive skin she almost jumped out of her skin, ending up lying on him.
“Don’t do that!” she shrieked, but then moaned softly, since she could feel him hardening inside of her again. Her eyes widened as she looked in surprise at him.
“Which “that” are you referring to, lovely one?” he asked with an innocent look on his face, as he barely shifted his hips and moved, making goose bumps rise upon her skin.
Marian closed her eyes, torn between slapping him and breaking the contact or enjoy the sensations coursing again through her sensitive being. Wisdom won over thickheaded-ness, and she moaned under the scrutiny of his clear blue eyes.
“I thought … well, you know, you had …errr, you know. But I can feel you are still hard. Did I not please you?” she managed to ask while blushing from head to toe.
“Marian, you pleased me greatly. In fact if you would have pleased me any more I might have been joining my ancestors in Valinor again. It is just that I am not aroused still but aroused again,” Legolas explained, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
How could he explain that not only he was no human but that their sweet, passionate joining had made his soul soar and his body sing?
Legolas felt guilty enough that he had not been able to control his desire further, but her generous response had touched him and his body craved for more.
“Am I hurting you? Is a renewed joining so soon disagreeable for you?” he asked, framing her face in his hands.
Marian was caught again in the whirlwind of her nerves alive with the electricity of need and adjusted herself on top. Both moaned simultaneously as she sat up and the contact was again deep.
“It is just that I never …Oh God!” she started to say as he moved up and the friction between their bodies, oversensitive in the aftermath of their first encounter, made their senses reel.
To the elf she was a vision, on top of him, her dark hair framing her flushed face, her eyes filled with unbridled lust, unsure of the power she had in that exact moment.
“I need you so much that my body aches for you. I am yours to command, yours to take” he said, his hand reaching up to cradle her face.
“Then so shall be it” she answered, searching for the right motion and rhythm to bring them both into the ancient dance that would bring them towards ecstasy again.
Legolas’ hands settled on her hips, guiding her until Marian found her own pace and drove them both over the edge, almost simultaneously.
She collapsed on him, and he gathered her close, both now too tired to even draw a deep breath.
He was aware that she slept by the steady beating of her heart and her soft breathing.
This night he had found her, the woman he had not been expecting.
Fate had put her on his path and he knew now that she was the one he had not been looking for. And he was not going to risk losing her to another male in Imedhuir.
Even the thought of sharing her became offensive. Marian, the runaway, had become precious to him, his very own Mirë. .
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