Chapter XV: ONE NIGHT
For a second, Legolas thought that he was being attacked. After that first second though, the scent of jasmine and orange blossom filled his nostrils. A soft mouth was kissing him, while a supple body was molding itself to his frame. His arms closed around the woman's body, her presence settling into his conscience. Cyrene.
When their lips parted for breathing, Cyrene's husky voice whispered. "You are hard to find, Legolas. And we don't have much time before dawn."
Legolas felt joy and excitement making his blood run faster. "You were looking for me, amaelamin? I thought you were fleeing from me, by the way you left the King's Hall at dinner."
He could see her blush in the dim moonlight. "Legolas, you have a very profound effect on me. I would most likely have poured the wine over you if I had stayed." The elf felt like laughing. She was here, in his arms, speaking to him with the ease of a well-known lover. The images of the night by the river came back into his mind. They were not lovers. He had given her pleasure and had made love to her, but they were not lovers. He closed his eyes, to gain control over the urge to lay her down right there, on the garden's ground, and make love to her, make her writhe beneath him and forget everything else around them.
Cyrene could read his thoughts in his dark blue eyes when he reopened them. They made a warm feeling crawl down her spine and she shivered. She smiled, even though she was still battling with herself about the decision she had reached. But deep down she knew she wanted it with all of her heart. She wanted to give him the same gift he had given her. She wanted to reach for the amazing sensations he had shown her, but this time sharing them with him. This wouldn't be a matter of surrender but of completion. Cyrene needed to joining with Legolas as she needed air for breathing.
She retreated from his embrace and saw the immediate disappointment in his eyes. She took his hand. "Follow me, Legolas. The moon is high and we do not have all night to linger here much."
Legolas was not sure what to expect, but he let her guide him back to the castle. She was still clad in the gown she was wearing at dinner and its fabric flowed down her body, clinging to her breasts and hips. How could he have been so blind when he saw her the first time? She was beautiful. But she had not caught his attention with her beauty, but with her spirit and courage.
Cyrene led him through the side corridors to a chamber in the main tower. It was her chamber.
The fire was blazing high in the chimney, and in front of it a bear- fur lay on the floor. Cyrene closed the door behind them and lead him by the hand towards the fire. There, she reached up, closing her arms around his neck and kissing him, hard.
Legolas crushed her against his chest and explored her mouth, tasting her, loosing himself in her sweetness. He wanted this woman more than anything he had wanted before.
He felt her hands on the fastenings of his tunic, unclasping them. He let go of her mouth and looked at her questioning her actions. She continued undoing the fastenings, and then the lacings of his shirt. Cyrene kept looking him straight in the eyes, while her hands were shedding away his clothes.
The Amazon's hands went to the waistband of his leggings, and Legolas took her hands in his, lifting them to his lips. "Cyrene, is this what you want?" he asked huskily.
She sighed and nodded. "Yes, Legolas. You gave me a precious gift; I want to share it with you. You promised me that we would soar together, remember?"
Legolas smiled and his smile touched Cyrene's heart. She undid the fastenings of her gown and it slid to the ground, as did the thin shift she wore beneath. She stood there, naked, proud, the light of the fire reflecting the smooth honey-colored skin. The elf stepped closer to her and kissed her, while he lifted her in his arms and lowered her on the fur in front of the chimney. Her hands were exploring his chest, his shoulders, light as feathers. Once she was on the fur, he kneeled next by her side looking at her. Her eyes roamed over him as well, drinking in the marvelous sight of his sun- kissed skin, his golden hair and the deep pools that were his eyes. His lust for her, and a deeper feeling Cyrene was afraid to perceive as love, were very plain on his face ; his gorgeous and muscular body was lit by the golden glow of the fire. Cyrene had never thought a male to be handsome before, but Legolas was a feast for the eyes, and his presence was like water for her thirsty soul.
She needed him. She wanted him. And he was hers, at least for this night.
Legolas moved slowly, enjoying every inch of her body. He wanted her, more than ever. But he knew they might never again have a night like this, and hesitated for a quick moment.
"Legolas, I want to feel your body next to mine, all of it, please," Cyrene said, encouraging Legolas.
And he complied, taking off his leggings and boots, he stretched along her body, worshipping her with his hands and lips, kissing her neck, her collarbone, avoiding her breasts, which were perking up towards his mouth, leaving fiery trails on her ribcage and belly, while she was caressing his arms, his back, the base of his spine, his buttocks. And then her fingers were following his hipbone. When her hand closed around his hardened manhood, Legolas breathed in sharply. Taking her hands in his, he held them to the sides of her body, while he started to softly lick his way up to her breasts.
Cyrene felt trapped and exposed, weak and lost at the same time. But she trusted him, and knew that he would take her into unbelievable heights, as he had done once before. She just wanted to touch him, feel him, and be joined with him. When she felt him delving his tongue in her bellybutton, she arched up to meet his mouth.
"Legolas, please, I want to … I need … you …"
The elf was almost at the end of his tether. This woman had this strange but more than welcome effect on him.
"Cyrene, I will hurt you, at first, so I will go as slowly as I can …"
Cyrene released her hands from his and framed his face with them. "Legolas, I want this, I want you, now. Show me, teach me, and make us both soar."
Legolas saw into her amber eyes and smiled, seeing his own lust mirrored by hers. He kissed her while slowly, ever so slowly, he guided himself carefully into her. She was tight and the feel of her made him almost lose control. She closed her yes, as if to memorize the sensations running through her. This was more than she had imagined. They were actually merging into one body, and the heat building inside of her was increasing. But she wanted more. And as she surged up against him, he drove through her maidenhead. Cyrene didn't mind the discomfort, because she needed him sorely. So she drove up until he was fully sheathed in her.
She gasped softly; feeling Legolas' questioning gaze upon her, she smiled. Her body had adjusted all too quickly to the sensation of him inside her and for a fleeting moment Cyrene wondered why her people were normally so opposed to this kind of relationship with men, beyond its meaning for procreation.
She didn't feel like she had been invaded, it was more like a joining, a joining of body and soul. She closed her eyes and purred softly when Legolas began to move within her, and her body, although not used to the slow erotic dance of love, adjusted quickly.
Cyrene's mind wandered, the strong grip she normally had on her mind, her thoughts, and her whole being washed away by the sensations that were sweeping over her, sensations she was sure Legolas was experiencing with her. She felt herself soar high, higher than when he had pleasured her before at the river, and yet she felt elated, not afraid.
Legolas was trembling with the effort. He was putting all his weight on his stretched arms on both sides of her. He didn't want to hurt her, but she was moving on her own. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold off much longer, as he lowered himself on her body and kissed her deeply, while his hand traveled between their joined bodies and caressed her core.
Cyrene moved toward his hand, feeling him retreat and enter her once and again, while he was taking her higher and higher on the spiral of pleasure rising inside of her. They reached their peak together, and Legolas name was nothing but a whisper as Cyrene's breath broke. The elf held her close as his seed spilled into her womb, breathing soft elvish love words into her ear. He rolled to his side with Cyrene in his arms, still throbbing inside of her.
She held tightly to him, listening to his heartbeat and enjoying a feeling she had not felt for a very long time, ever since she had left Artemis' Island. Breathing his scent and feeling his warmth around her body, while he was still a part of her, she suddenly understood why the amazons did not want their warriors to bond with males. Cyrene had to swallow tears away, for she felt as if she belonged to him, she felt at home. **
They had made love tenderly again and once more, as if they were famished of each other. They watched as the first rays of sunlight tinted the horizon, still in each other's arms. Cyrene rose, kissed Legolas' lips and walked to get her clothing.
Legolas observed her, while she was putting her battle gear on. His eyes fell on a small tattoo her left shoulder blade, a tattoo that he had discovered during the night.
"What is that tattoo on your shoulder, amaelamin?" he said, walking over to her and caressing the black drawing etched in her skin.
Cyrene didn't look up from the lacings from her leggings, as she shrugged and said. "It is the sign of my family, a crescent moon on an ivy leaf. It was made a long time ago, after I survived my first battle."
She reached for her vest, but Legolas kissed the tattoo, and drew her into a tight embrace. " I feel your sorrow for your home and your people, Cyrene. "
The elf could see far too much into her. She fought the urge of pushing him away, but instead burrowed deeper into his chest. "There is nothing to be done about that, Legolas. Now we must prepare for a dark journey and a hard battle. I only want to thank you for sharing this night with me."
Legolas smiled sadly. "It is me who thanks you for the gift of your trust and your friendship, amaelamin."
He kissed her lips, and let her go. He began gathering his own clothes.
They would leave soon for the Paths of the Dead.
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