A single strand of hair infused in dragonlust, steeped in fire and Anath's own secret concoction. The very catalyst that spawned the series of inevitable events, a downward spiral that lead to this very moment.
Mirkwood is a wasteland of rubble and ash. Smaug is missing.
And what of Cumber.
Cumber is gripping your shoulders, his haggard face inches from yours, icy blue flame curling like smoke from his lips. His eyes are dead and unseeing, but he senses you all the same. He slams you against the wall, a desperate, wounded beast.
You remember the smell of soap and lye. The red-haired woman in the wind-ravaged shack. An apparition as real and tangible as a nightmare. Anath had shared Cumber's bottle of phantasm with you. A demonstration, he insisted, holding the bottle to your nose. You relived the harrowing moment over and over and over until the phantasm grew thin. Then you smashed the bottle against the docks, eyes stinging with tears.
"I told you to leave!" He hisses. "Why'd you come back?"
Your knapsack is full of glittering phantasm. You are unsure what fills your heart.
"I incinerated your family! I crushed your mother with rubble, I reduced your brother to a pile of ash-"
You touch his cheek gently. He is thinner than you remember, cheekbones sharp with neglect. He flinches from you as if burned. He takes hold of your wrist and leans close, teeth bared. You trail your other hand down his chest, feeling the hollow, battered breath beneath chiseled flesh. He is wasting away, like sand whispering through your fingers. He shivers at your touch, his entire body tensing taut as a bow. He wrenches your other hand from him and pins your arms over your head.
All his secrets lay bare to you. He has nothing to lose. Not any more.
"I do not want your pity," he rasps, breath warm against your ear. You feel his self-restraint fray at the scent of you. The magnetic pull of your body. "…Leave. Or I swear you'll regret it."
"I'm never leaving you again," you murmur, your lips a whisper from his. "…What are you going to do about it, dragonboy?"
With a deep-throated growl, his mouth crushes against yours, his tongue parting your lips and plunging as he grabs fistfuls of your clothes and shreds them with searing fingers. You mould to his embrace like molten gold. Icy flame drifts from his lips and lap down your fragile skin, soft and cold like mist with only the heat of his tongue to soothe your shivers. You whimper against him as his fingers singe your flesh.
"…Must you be so anxious to be damned?"
He lifts you and shoves your high against the wall, burying his face in your neck, teeth grazing the tenderness of your throat, your shoulders. He takes a swollen nipple in his mouth, suckling and rolling your aching tip with a vengeful tongue. You arch your back, pressing against him with delirious fervor. His brows are furrowed as he rediscovers who you are with rough, warm hands, tracing his memory of you to how you curve and slope beneath his fingertips.
He rakes along your legs and inner thighs, brushing your desire with a trembling thumb. White lightning streaks through the core of you, then blossoms into shimmering heat. You whimper, suddenly aware of your hypersensitivity. You are uncertain of what this means, how you are to withstand him if his single touch threatens to incinerate you. He draws his hand back and clenches into a white fist.
"…Sweet, foolish girl," he whispers, looking pained. "You know not the unwholesome creature I am. I will swallow you whole and burn through you, leaving you broken-"
"I'm already broken," you whisper fiercely. "By you. By Thranduil. By Anon."
Determined, You free him, feeling him hot and thick and straining between your palms.
"Make me whole again. Please."
He groans as your hands slide down the length of him. The faint, ribbed lines that crisscross in scale-like patterns down rigid and unyielding flesh are familiar to you. Your palms tingle with a slow fire as you caress him. For a moment he is still, lost in the sensation of your gentle touch. He finds your mouth with his, breathing you in as a drowning man gasps for air. He pulls your hands from him and wraps your arms around his neck. He rests his member between your legs, sliding slowly back and forth, the delicious hot ridges grinding against your swollen pearl. You moan throatily into his mouth and he answers with a tortured groan.
The sensation is maddening. Electricity crackles through you and grows and multiplies, surging through your limbs in tremors. Jolt after jolt of pleasure sinks its claws into your bones. Hunger yawns within you, gaping and aching like a desperate wound.
"…Cumber," you plead.
"-Not yet." He hisses through gritted teeth. "You're not ready. I don't want to hurt you…"
But you are ready. White embers dance across your hazy eyelids, igniting every fraying nerve in your being. You are a million sparklers all at once, burning brighter than the sun. Can he not hear it in your breathy sighs? Feel it skitter beneath his steady friction?
"…Cumber!"
He loses his breath and jerks his head in firm denial.
"Not. Yet."
You can wait no longer. You shove yourself against his rock-hard tip, forcing him to meet you.
He winces and grips your shoulder, expression pleading.
You ignore him, focusing on your breath, on the fanned out flame that twists and writhes inside you. You push. And freeze.
He is living coal, iron slickness of perfection.
But he is right.
He is too much.
Too much.
Your cry escapes your throat in a broken whine as the realization streaks through you in fiery pangs.
"I'm…hurting…you-" His voice cracks as he clumsily tries to pull from you.
The world is spinning red and black as you dig your fingers into his shoulders, pressing your weight against him to take him further. Nothing compares to the harrowing desire that eats you to the core. He has denied you for much too long, and you will have him, limits be damned.
"A-Ahhh-" He chokes, his eyes rolling back. He is shaking, his breath escaping him in ragged sobs.
You are being split in two, pulled and spread and stretched too thin. But you must have all of him. You must. With a sharp cry, you slam him to the hilt, taking every lasting inch of him into your being.
You are shuddering breath. Black, beautiful flame. And he is now yours. As he has always meant to be.
His trembling lips taste of guilt and desire. How his emotions rage, thrashing like beasts. You cup your hands around his cheeks, wishing he could see the trust in your expression. He has little faith, but you know he is incapable of breaking you. He loves you more than life itself.
"Love me, Cumber" you whisper. "Please."
Resignation sinks in and he draws from you like a coil winding back, and thrusts in slow precision.
Slow. Deep.
Searing sparks sizzle through you, seizing the very essence of you and ravaging your senses with a cruel, excruciating pleasure. You sink your teeth into his chest, muffling your scream. He freezes.
"…Don't…Stop!" You rasp against him, your cheeks wet with tears.
"But-"
" DON'T. STOP!"
The beast within him roils, ever famished, ever covetous. You clutch at him as he drives into you, harsh and filling. With each full-bodied plunge he cries out with guilt-wracked pleasure. The world swirls red and black and gold. Nerve-searing exhilaration fries the very fabric of who you are. Your consciousness weaves in and out of the firestorm. You are nothing but fire and darkness steeped in pure, raw bliss as he so utterly possesses you. You can feel him losing control, slipping away in the frenzied indulgence of the starving beast. You are the vessel of his pleasure, the flesh he feasts in raging inferno. He will take and take and take from you, until the he has made you his and solely his, as the mountain is his, as every fire-kissed coin and diamond is his.
"…Don't stop," you whisper as your climax rips through you, blazing like a fallen star.
"…Don't stop."
Unblinking, Thranduil stared into Anon's swirling palantir, watching from the long-forgotten crystal sphere deep in the dragon's lair. Then he hurled Anon's palantir from him with all his might, shattering it into a thousand pieces.
[posted 6.11.14]
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44 notesJun 11th, 2014
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Ahhhhhh why is it so short?! I NEED MORE! XDkitsunemiyuki25 likes this
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