I'm guessing you are all sent here because of your love for these two characters. It is not in my attention to ruin these two beautifully creations of both Mr Tolkein and Mr Lewis, so please bear with me. This is first ever lemon or M rated fanfiction, of you will. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters but it they belonged to me, I would have made them man and wife in an alternate uniververse ten centuries ago.
Susan Pevensie is pretty sure that she was on her bed when she had wept herself to sleep. After all, Aslan had sent her siblings and herself back to England and denied her from that beautiful world she had learned to love. Not only was that that had made her cry and stil sad as she stands on this beach, but also the pain of a broken heart when she was forced to leave the one person she believes is her true love – Caspian. Despite that small, brief kiss they shared, it had left her wanting more and lighted a desire so strong that she finds it hard to get rid of. She knows nothing of the unfamiliar yet delicious sensation except that it stirred warmth in her stomach. But now, standing alone on the barren beach, she can feel the heat inside of her being slowly dimmered by the cool wind.
It is obviously sunset here for the sky is turning from an orange to a purple-blue colour. Her naked feet is being pricked by the sharp rocks under her and the night gown she is wearing, barely hits her knee. The material of the rough cloth that is now the only shield from the breezy weather is so thin that she could feel her nipples harden. The wind caused the fabric to rub against them and they erected so obviously that she cannot keep herself from blushing. She just hopes that there will be no one around her to see her in such a compromising condition.
She looks around the area but recognizes it not. She wonders whether it is Narnia for she does not remember being teleported to anywhere except to Aslan's land. She feels joy overwhelming her and begins to run for she cannot wait any longer to explore this place. She must have forgotten she is without shoes for her bare feet immediately scratches on the sharp pebbles and she trips with her hands and knees scraping on the keen stone. She lets out a cry of pain and tries to scramble up without disturbing the wounds, but fails. A tear of hopelessness runs down her cheek and she tries again to get up. Once again, she falls back, grazing the cuts further while letting out another agonizing cry. Her shrieks must have been heard for she notices that the bushes are beginning to rustle and she can hear footsteps with her sensitive ears of an archer. Yet, she observes that these footsteps, unlike those made by a normal man, are light as a deer's.
She is immediately awared of her obvious analysis and readies herself to fight back by picking up a sharp rock, stiffling her painful exclamations into a groan, for fear it will alarm the approaching being. The footsteps have begun to be of a more defined rhythm that she knows he's here. He must have spotted her for he begins to run towards her, crying at the same time, "Who is that? Are you alright?" Susan's assumptions are right, he is a male. And at his first question for her, she laughed out loud. The man must have noticed it for he asks, "What is so funny?" "I can't believe the first thing that comes out of your mouth should be to enquire who I am." she responds as she feels his hand on her waist, while his other arm lifts her palms gently off the sharp pebbles. Slowly, with his help, she manages to be in a sitting position. She examines her scratches before looking up to express her apreciation.
At that moment, she feels as if she had been shocked by lightning. Every part of her body becomes sensitive all at once as she sees the ethereal beauty before her. He must not be a human for he is so pale and fair with white blonde hair, pointed ears and azure eyes that matched her stormy blue ones. Their feelings must be mutual for she can feel him returning her gaze. He admires her shamelessly, and with honest eyes, scans her from head to toe without a blink. This is such a bold act compared to Caspian's coy gestures that she feels the heat in her body reignited without either the gorgeous creature and her having physical contact. She mentally scolds herself for such weak will power as she believes she might have betrayed her lovely Telmarine prince with these thoughts. But her body does not comply for she can feel her nipple sticking out again. Her face glows with a rosey red and raises her right arm to hide it, pretending it to be a casual act.
She can't tell if he notices but after examining her left palm with delicate care, he advances to take care of her other arm. "Would you mind letting me see the scratch?" he asks with a gentle voice that tickles her neck. Her nerves are again excited, sending her nipples, that have only recovered to become erect once more. Feeling them against her forearm, she shakes her head. "I think they'll be fine." she answers.
"I insist."
With these words, he moves to remove her arm. She will not budge. But the inhuman god was firm and stern about his decision and analyzing the weak points of her arm, he moves his hands just to where both her breasts are and tugs. His fingers brushes her nipples slightly as her arm is moved and she lets out a moan of satisfaction. He seems to have noticed her gasp and his perfect eyes landed on her chest. For the first time, he observes her erected teats and his face grows red. He pretends not to have noticed and averts his eyes, returning to his job at hand.
After a thorough examination, he informs her, "Will you mind if I carried you to the stream? The cool water will help ease your scratch for sure. You will not want inflammation there, or else, it will take a lot time to heal and it might leave a scar." She thinks about the proposition and finally, made a coy nod to indicate he can proceed with his work. Carefully, he picks her up. He does not observe it but Susan can feel one of his warm hands on her thigh and her full breasts pressed against his chest. She tries to wiggle herself to a better position but activates the errection of her bosoms when they met her rough clothing. She immediately stilled herself, not wanting to draw his attention to her busts once more, knowing clearly that he had observed them just before. He seems decent for being a gentleman all along. Still, she wants to be faithful to Caspian although her body tells her otherwise.
When he has walked into the river and the water finally reaches his waist, he lets her down slowly. The cool water at first stinged the cuts on her knees but is soon replaced with a comfortable sensation. Susan is tall yet the stranger is taller, so the water hits just below her breasts. "My name is Legolas Greenleaf," he says with his unique yet mesmerizing tone while he cleans her wounds tenderly, "I am an elf." "I am Susan Pevensie, just call me Susan," she answers coyly as her eyes flutter, feeling his large palm and exquisite fingers on her pale skin. "Thank you Legolas," she says. She can sense her heart beating at a fast pulse as she feels his name on her lips. The elf does not respond to her thanks, instead, he makes another one of his remarks. "You know, Susan, you are very beautiful. You are probably the most gorgeous creature I have ever laid my eyes on. I am glad it was me that save you." At these words, he looks into her eyes and she can observe nothing but sincerity, honesty, admiration and another foreign expression- desire. His desire, unlike that of animals, is clean and pure. She does not feel at all ashamed to be touched by him. Her heart is racing faster than ever and her legs give in, sending her to a collapse, bringing her upper body to emerge into the water.
He immediately holds her arms to steady her. When she finally stands still, she can feel that her whole body is now wet. Reluctantly, she looks down at herself and stares at her body in horror. The sheer material is wet through and every feature of her bobdy is highlighted, including her plump breasts and swollen nipples. She must have been blinded by her shock that she fails to feel Legolas' hand on hers, snatching it to place it on his chest, upon which she can feel its firmness, despite the clothes that blocked her from the view. "Can you feel my heart beating?" he asks. She feels bold and shakes her heaad, "I cannot feel it with all these layers of fabric." He seems to be oblivious of her indication and nods in agreement with her statement. He begins to remove his belt which she finds agonizingly slowly. So, with her slim and skilled fingers, she helps him remove his robe and soon, nothing except for his pants cover his body. Without being invited, she runs her finger tips from Legolas' abs to his chest. All the time, the elf keeps a look of innocence and mixed surprise at the audacious act of Susan. Nevertheless, he says, "From this moment onwards, my heart will be beating for you and you alone." His words are so strong that the heat in her stomach bursts. She cannot hold her will power any longer. Ignoring the pain in her palms, she grabs his hands and places it on one of her breasts. He is so amazed that he begins to withdraw his hands, with a thumb accidentally brushing her nipples. She presses his palm tighter against her bosom and moans. He seems to understand and flicks his fingers one more time to prove his observation and he earns another groan. Tentatively, he holds up his other hand to grab her right chest. Instead of taking care of only the nipple, he kneads the whole bosom as if it were a dough. At that sensation, Susan arches her back, biting her lips. She has not felt this good for her whole 17 years of life and hopes this moment with the gorgeous elf is as real as Narnia had been.
Slowly, he begins to experiment like pinching those teats and twitching them with two fingers. At the same time, Susan can feel the region between her thighs getting warmer by the minute. It is an unfamiliar category to her so while whimpering under the great sensation Legolas is providing her, she slipped her hand down to her vagina and touches. It is wet. Not wet from the water but something else, something warm. She strokes the region a few more times to make sure it is not an illusion yet an unspoken pleasure is triggered. Knowing that the key lies in that buried and private part of hers, she decides to have the elf do the deed. However, before she can guide his hands there, he seemes to have observed her actions. Keeping one hand still on her right breast, he slid his other arm down to her private region. Barred away by the panty, he touches her, earning a satisfied moan. He begins to rub his finger to and fro at the region, creating more muffled murmurs from her. He is getting excited and he feels his length filling with blood, so erect that it seems to have built a tent beneath her pants. Susan notices it and out of curiosity, touchs that instrument. He seems to enjoy for his eyes roll back and his stroking speed on her vagina increases.
Holding his penis like a stick, she caresses it gently. She must be doing something right for he begins to stick his finger into her panty, touching her skin to skin. His callous fingers do amazing things to her and she leans towards him. Unexpectedly, his finger enters the hidden cave and she gasps out of pain and pleasure. He ought to be pretty intelligent at this for he begins to pump his fingers in and out. As he continues, he adds one, then two fingers. "Le...Legolas... I need you," she whimpers. She does not know what the words mean exactly.
Without prior notice, Legolas begins removing her thin night gown. Soon, she is bathing under the moonlight, naked and glorious. Admiring her pink and full quivering lips, the elf lowers his head to kiss her. Just at the moment, his fingers, still in between her smooth legs, dugged so deep that it made her gasp, allowing his tongue to penetrate her mouth. Their tongues begin to spar and it was hard to tell who has won. His lips than travelled down her jaw, to her neck than to the curves of her bosom. He moves lower to her coral nipples and kisses. Unexpectedly, he sticks out his tongue and licks. It tickles so much that she shudders. Soon enough, he sucks on it like a baby and gently grinds and bites it with his teeth. These actions heighten her nerves and she begins to wiggle herself out of her panties, taking off his pants in one pull. His hands grab her ass and lifts her up to straddle at his waist. His hard length, pressing on her thighs, leaves her desperate and needy. So in one quick motion, she pushes down her hips and his penis slides into her vagina. That sensation is so painful that tears begin to form. She is about to back away when the friction between his penis against her vagina, stirs great pleasure for both of them. Getting the hang of it, they are soon yelling each other's name, grinding into each other.
When thet are done and he lifts Susan gently off him while lying her tenderly on the beach, he says, "Thank you for the great time we have shared, I don't think I'll ever forget, despite the hundreds and thousands of years I'll continue to live on for. I can truly say that I love you, Susan."
"I will as well, remember the moments I have spent with you all my life, Legolas," she whispers back.
A silent tear rolls down her beautiful face but her heart is filled with joy. She is glad she is brought here no matter what the original intentions of this had been. At least, she will never be desperate over Caspian for this enchanted moment created by Legolas and her will forever replace the hopelessness she was once left with.
I understand it is not at all well-written as I hoped it would turn out ,nor will there be chance of people visiting this story. Still, I would most thankful if you could leave a review to tell me of your thoughts no matter how good or bad you think this story is. If you like, I can undoubtedly write more about these two characters, but please leave a comment or PM me. Thank you so much for taking the time to read the story.
BTW, excuse my grammar, this is my first approach in using presennt tense. :P