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Pearls of Debauchery
She veiled her creamy shoulders with a sheer cloak and exited through the doubled paneled doors towards the forest beyond. He could see her glowing breasts incased within the velvet bodice beneath, and her ripe and dimpled derriere as she ghosted past the dew covered willow shading the silver pond at the center of her personal Eden. At the bench beside its shore she perched herself, and there the moonlight beamed down to caress the generous length of her shapely legs, her oval face as she upturned her pink pout towards the heavenly light. Golden hair spilled along the curve of her back as she did so and every strand, every lash, shimmered rapturously.
She was a vision that never escaped the memory of anyone fortunate enough to look upon her. Lord Celeborn could sense this in his Marchwarden the very next day.
"…to me Marchwarden?" Retracting his hand away from the map strewn out across the wide span of his lectern, Celeborn knocked on the lacquered wood in attempt to rouse him. "Forgive me if I bore you, but I had hoped to brief you only once."
Haldir nodded and forced himself to listen. Celeborn swept an elegant hand across the map as he searched for his abandoned thought but to no avail. After a moment he dismissed the briefing altogether and offered no more on the matter.
"Forgive my inattentiveness, sir. Please, continue."
"It's truly not important, Haldir. Go, tend to your duties. " Rolling up the map and stacking it neatly with the others, Celeborn retreated to the adjacent salon to sit and nurse a cup of his favorite seasonal spirit. Perhaps then he could ponder the ailments that plagued his Marchwarden…as well as his beloved wife. Although both cases concerned him dearly, his wife's was distinctly more alarming given the nature of its impact on her sensuality. She had always been a very elegant, sexual creature but as of late she stunned him with the manner in which she blatantly displayed her figure. Rather than her floor length robes, she had been opting for shortened skirts, hugging bodices, and sheer cloaks. To bed, she often went completely without. In all honesty, her choices absolutely elated him. She was naturally a tender companion and he made love to her often, but many a time he found himself wishing that she would inspire between them a primal fuck. Although he could very well initiate such debauchery, desiring her to make the first move was more than half the thrill. In his mind, there was nothing more delectable than a sexually domineering woman. Beautifully subdued, such behavior from Lady Galadriel would undoubtedly be his undoing and he reveled in those very imaginings. Only problem was, she hadn't seemed to be taking an interest in his reactions when he caught her walking about half clothed in broad daylight, or lounging about naked on one of the settees in the library. This made him suspect that she awaited a reaction from somewhere beyond the confines of their marriage bed.
Celeborn frowned. Grabbing the crystal bottle roughly by the neck, he filled his chalice to the brim and numbed the sting in his pride quickly thereafter. By the time Haldir came around to call upon him, darkness had fallen, and the deep stain he found on his Lord's beautiful lips would be the first indication that trouble was certainly approaching.
"Leave him."
Haldir turned; evidently startled by the manner of which his azure eyes darkened at the sight of her luscious figure just inches from where he stood. He could smell her unique fragrance as he respectfully bowed his head. "As you wish," he said, and stepped aside.
"Linger a moment, Haldir?" She covered her husband warmly with a blanket and Haldir watched her place twice a lingering kiss to Celeborn's mouth. The wine was exquisite. "Something troubles you." Turning, Galadriel gazed steadily up at him and from behind the thick canopy of pale lashes he could see she silently yearned for more than conversation.
"May I speak freely, Lady?"
"By all means, please do." She stood rather quickly and hushed him, her breasts grazing him. "But please, not here… Come." Taking his hand, she led him out into the moonlit hallway, through the conference hall, and out into the garden to sit on a familiar marble bench.