Author: Kikoughela
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None, as far as I can see.
Pairing: Haldir/Arwen
Disclaimer: The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate, and the Tolkien Enterprises. No money is being made, and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Upon Haldir's visit to Imladris he encounters a maiden with, shall we say, interesting goals.
Other notes: This is an original fiction for the Haldir-Lives challenge. All dialogue is elfish. The time setting for this is far before the Lord of the Rings. Forgive its brevity, I was rather pushed for time. Also, this is a Het story; anyone not interested, or offended by male/female pairings, may kindly bugger off.
Disbelief
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About his waist she adhered, her pale thin arms grasping, clutching, torturing. Haldir begged the Lady to stop, but cease her motions she did not. It had been in vain to attempt to dissuade her touches: the lips so hot and fevered against his unaccustomed elfish skin. The March Warden exhaled with strangled force as the elf 'maiden' dug her (what appeared to be to him) claw-like fingers into his hips, and lowered herself to her knees before him. Haldir's hands, determined though they were, could not cease the slender digits that worked tirelessly at the drawstrings of his breeches. Soon he felt the cooling night air upon his flesh which had, much to his eminent distress but not altogether displeasure, become rigid and engorged by the female's precise allocations. He gave an unwitting moan in response to the calculated tongue that stroked its way roughly on the underside of his member: he wound his calloused fingers through her unusually thick hair, though did not attempt to cease her attentions.
His warrior's constitution held much in the way of stamina, but under these prolonged ministrations the unshakeable hold over his body's natural reactions began to weaken almost to the point of release. It was then she halted, at the moment when Haldir's ever-steady breathing became ragged, his muscles tense, she drew her mouth from his pulsing erection. Gently and with ease she stood, her lean frame almost akin to his in height, albeit somewhat slighter. Her dark eyes met his, and in a single moment the guardian realized all control that had been thus far allotted to him, he no longer was privileged to; he was hers to do with what she would from this point on. Her lips twisted into a slightly sadistic smile as she acknowledged his reluctant albeit undeniable acquiescence to her command.
In swiftness known only to Elvin-kind, she divested Haldir of his black form-fitting tunic and carelessly cast it aside. Much to the warden's vocalized surprise she forced him back upon the bed, coming to stand before him to appraise his easily granted submission.
He lay upon the silk coverlets of the spacious divan, sprawled with his legs apart and lustful cock predominant. The blond tendrils of his hair splashed athwart the darkened material in an aesthetic display of unmarred perfection, creating a frame for his lucent blue eyes into which the she-elf gazed approvingly. Taking notably more care with her own garments, she placed them atop a conveniently located chair and moved to stand nude in front of him. The starlight sprinkling though the closed windows of her chamber cast uneven shadows on her breasts and stomach, her pitch hair a sharp contrast to her spectral skin.
Haldir felt rather than saw the indentations left by her weight as she crawled through the darkness toward him. Resting comfortably albeit vulnerably, he awaited the pleasures she was sure to deliver unto him. The guardian's assumptions were correct, and not a moment passed from one thought to another before she was straddling his hips, the flesh of her sex slick against his eager penis. He had consented to this, had he not? Warned though he was concerning her virginity, the elf could barely resist the promise of a night spent wrapped in the comforts of another. The elf maiden knew of some things, but was she aware of all? Seemingly she was conscious of enough as she grasped his member in her palm and positioned it at her lust-intoxicated entrance.
"Daro, rwalaer! " Haldir cried. The maiden sat back upon her heels, rubbing her smooth thighs against his toned and finely-haired legs. The guardian gulped, but proceeded:
"You are absolutely certain you wish for this to continue? I cannot ensure the results will amount to what you desire, Lady Arwen."
"As touched as I am by your concern, Lord Haldir, I assure you this is precisely what I wish to do. Now relax; I will ensure this to be a pleasant experience for the both of us."
"You will not tie me down, then, to assure my complacency?"
"I think not. You agreed to this, and I shall hold you to your word."
"As you say, Lady."