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A/N: I promised you the wait would be worth it and here's what y'all have been begging for. PLEASE NOTE!!!: I absolutely refuse to take responsibility for warping the minds of anyone under the age of 18. You shouldn't be reading this if you're under 17 anyway – see the rating?! If you feel you're sensibilities and morals are too delicate then skip this chapter as it's full of sex. Yeah, you heard me… sex!
Chapter 15 – Alania Sobers Up
Just before dawn, Alania woke up from the greatest night of sleep she thought she ever had. Much to her delight, she had no residual effects of the mead. Sitting up and stretching, she felt she could conquer the world that day. She threw the covers back and hopped out of bed. Looking out the window, she smiled in recollection of the conversation she attempted to have with Legolas the previous night. She had meant every word, even the ones she might have slurred. Determined to make good on her plans for Legolas, Alania decided it would best to not be smelly when she conquered the elf and headed for a bath.
She had been incredibly impressed with what she and Roxy had called the 'washroom'. While the lavatory itself was a small closet-like room, the 'washroom' was a huge circular room with a large sunken tub in the center of it. One side of the room was open to the elements and sunshine, while the other three were gilded with darkened mirrors. The only artificial lighting provided in the room were dozens of candles strewn about the room. Alania recalled thinking how pampered she'd feel inside that tub. Opening the door determined to figure out how to fill it with hot water, Alania was pleasantly surprised to find a very naked Legolas sitting in the filled tub facing away from her, the room lit by the candles.
Frozen to the floor for the briefest of moments, all Alania could think was "I should definitely kill two birds with one stone here." Smiling like a Cheshire cat, she met Legolas's eyes in the mirror across from them. He started to get up, but Alania gestured with her hand for him to stop, grinned wickedly and said "No, no, don't get up. I hadn't meant to interrupt your bath, but perhaps now that I'm here I could be of some assistance. Would you like me to scrub your back?"
Legolas had had every intention of returning to her side when he was finished. He had not expected her to get up so early. And he certainly never expected her to be so assertive. Not that he minded, just the contrary. Her offer had sent his blood directly to his groin. Returning her smile he nodded and turned to face her. He watched as she untied her hair and shook it out. It occurred to him that she knew exactly what she was doing. Debating with himself briefly, though it was unlike him, he decided to let her take the lead and set the pace.
He saw her reach behind her, unclasp her bra and somehow take it off without removing the tee shirt. She reached under the shirt and slowly peeled off her panties. Still completely covered with the shirt and showing nothing, Alania approached the tub. It was all Legolas could do to keep his hands from reaching for her.
Eyes full of seduction, she climbed into the tub opposite him, holding the shirt securely to her so that it wouldn't float up. Once in inside, she sank below the water and came up quickly. As she pushed the water back from her head, she heard Legolas take a sharp breath. The shirt now clung to her, and she may as well have been wearing nothing. The cool air against her compared to the heat of the water caused her nipples to harden in front of his eyes.
They stayed that way, looking at each other with hungry eyes until Legolas couldn't take it any longer. He started to move towards her and when he got close enough Alania put a halting hand on his arm and told him to turn around. Frowning a little, he did as she asked. "I told you I would scrub your back, remember?"
Taking a deep breath and sighing, Legolas replied "Is that all we're going to do, melamin?"
"We'll see" Alania replied with a cryptic smile.
She picked up a wash cloth and soap and moved to him. Standing behind him Alania looked at the back of the kneeling elf before her. The water met his waist and she could barely see beneath the water as it was dim in the room. His wet hair stuck to his back and Alania picked it up and neatly brought it over his shoulder to rest over his chest. Unable to resist, she leaned down and placed her lips on the back of his neck for a small kiss. She was pleased to see his body stiffen slightly and his eyes close in response.
Soaping the cloth, she started at his neck moving slowly and methodically. As she washed his back, she gently massaged the muscles as she worked her way down. Watching her own hands work on him, Alania felt her heart beat a little faster as she felt his muscular back relax and heard him sigh pleasurably in response to her ministrations.
For his part, Legolas was enjoying himself fully. He hadn't known it was possible to feel so relaxed and stimulated at the same time. Her hands were magic, and as she massaged his lower back his mind was filled with thoughts of where her hands would go next. Itching to touch her, he forced himself to keep his arms at his sides.
Finishing up with his back, Alania leaned forward and whispered in his ear "Call me crazy, but I have strangest feeling that you wouldn't mind if I did your chest, would you?" His only response was to turn around and lean back against the tub.
She gently picked his hair up and leaned closer to him to move it behind him. Barely pulling back, she looked into his eyes and smiled widely when she saw how intense and dark they had become. As she did before starting his back, she bent and placed a small kiss on his lips, allowing her tongue to trace his lips slightly.
Watching him pant lightly at her touch, she began the same methodical attention to his chest. Perfectly toned, every muscle defined, Alania found herself silently whatever gods were out there for the fine specimen before her. She started at his neck again, and massaged every muscle, slowly inching lower. It was the sweetest torture for Legolas and Alania knew it. She was captivated by the desire she saw in his face and in his reactions. She was amazed at his control. By this point, she had been sure he would have taken over, but was pleasantly surprised that he allowed her to continue. There was nothing more Alania wanted than to please him and she was glad he acquiesced.
She finished with his chest, but did not stop. Lowering her hands more, she gently massaged the sides of his hips working towards the tops of his legs and thighs. Legolas had been hard since watching her remove her panties, but feeling her hands so close to him caused his manhood to jump in anticipation.
Tossing the cloth aside, Alania gave up the ruse and slid her fingers across his abdomen just above the small patch of hair between his legs. Neither had noticed themselves doing it, but their positions were switched now, with Legolas standing over a kneeling Alania. Seeing his hardness so close gave Alania tremors along her back, and she could feel her lower half become warm with desire for him. Running her hands up his thighs, her thumbs ran along the inside and brushed him as she reached his sac. Gently cupping it with one hand, she placed her other at the base of his length.
Looking down, Legolas gripped the sides of the tub as he watched her stroke him. Groaning her name, he attempted to grab her but she pushed his hands away and smiled up at him. Giving him a wink she said "I thought we discussed what I'd do with you when I got sober last night. Seeing as how you didn't seem to take me seriously, you're just going to have to suffer for a little longer."
"Alania, do you have any idea what you're doing to me?!" he gasped.
"Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing to you Legolas" Alania replied. Seeing a drop of fluid at his tip, she softly licked him clean. Hearing him moan in pleasure was all the encouragement she needed, and she gently took the tip in her mouth and sucked it lightly. Using her hands as well, she carefully intensified her movements until she was able to fit as much of him as possible into her mouth, and then began a sensuous rhythm.
Bringing his hands to her hair, he couldn't control the small thrusting motions he made against her mouth. He lost all reason at this pleasure and somewhere in the back of his mind he questioned where she learned to do this so well. His breathing ragged, he felt himself near his peak and attempted to pull away from her. Just as she had pushed his advances to take charge earlier, now she refused him escape, forcing him to erupt against her tongue as he cried out in pleasure. Delicately letting him go, Alania moved to other side of the tub and watched as Legolas sank back into the water and caught his breath.
Intensely satisfied with herself, Alania grinned and remembered why she had come into the room in the first place. Grabbing the soap, she turned her back to Legolas, dipped her head in the water and began lathering her hair. Unable to keep her self satisfaction and pride from bubbling forth at being able to gratify him, she found herself giggling as she scrubbed her head.
Opening his eyes, Legolas couldn't believe she could be so blasé as to be able to wash her hair after what she had just done. Then he heard her giggle. Thinking he had allowed her far too much control so far, he came up behind her and pushed her hands away to soap her hair himself. Seeing she was trying to take charge of the situation again he leaned down and said "Turnabout is fair play Alania. It is only right that you 'suffer' as much as I have."
Rinsing her hair clean of soap, Legolas turned her to face him. He stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers. Tilting her chin up, he bent down to kiss her. As he nibbled her lips and their tongues met, Alania's hands traveled up his arms and were winding themselves around his neck when Legolas pulled away from her. "I do believe it is my turn to scrub your back, is it not?" he asked with a smirk.
"That really isn't necessary Legolas" replied Alania in frustration as he ended their embrace.
"I'm afraid it is, melamin. But this shirt must go." Grabbing the hem of the shirt, Legolas pulled it up and over her head, baring her completely to him. Unable to tear his gaze away from her naked form, he whispered "So lovely. My imagination was not close to your beauty."
Alania blushed at the compliment and let go of a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She had seen she-elves the previous day and they were ethereal in their beauty. She had been anxious that Legolas would not find her desirable. Seeing his eyes darken in passion for her compelled Alania to reach for him. He shook his head and asked her to turn around for her promised back scrub.
Following her example, Legolas picked up hair and draped it over her shoulder. Leaning down he placed soft kisses on the curve of her neck until she sighed at his touch. Lathering the soap into the washcloth, Legolas looked at her back and noticed what looked like ink in the small of her back. With a slight frown he asked "What is that on your back Alania?"
"What? Oh that. It's just my tattoo" she answered. She hadn't thought to say anything about it, but hearing the concern in his voice she grew worried it might disgust him.
Pulling her to stand, he kneeled down to get a better look at it. Examining it further, he saw that it was the head of a dragon breathing fire, cleverly located so that the head was in the center of the small of her back and the fire curled around to the sides just over the cheeks of her posterior. "Does it feel different in that area?" he asked.
"It hurt when I got it done years ago, but it feels like the rest of my skin now. Does it bother you?"
"No, it is just unexpected. During my travels, I have seen tribes of men who do this to each other, but never anything so colorful or artfully drawn. I think it suits you" he answered. "Now where were we?"
Rather than begin at her neck, Legolas decided to use their positions to his advantage and began by rubbing her lower back. Watching her expression in the mirror across them, he found himself growing hard again. Not able to keep the ruse up as long as Alania had, Legolas tossed the cloth aside and gently massaged the muscles on her sides. Starting at her hips and moving up, Legolas paused just at the sides of her breasts. He could see her nipples hardening without having been touched. Pulling her towards him, he backed up until he was seated in the water with his back to the wall of the tub and Alania straddling his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. Tracing his lips back and forth along the curve, he discovered how sensitive the back of her neck was and how much she enjoyed having her earlobes nibbled.
Her back pressed against him completely, Alania could feel his hard length against her rear. As his mouth tantalized her neck and shoulders, his hands rubbed her stomach and tickled the undersides of her breasts. He was driving her insane with desire. Grasping his thighs with her hands, she ground her derriere against his manhood.
Feeling her move against him, Legolas moaned quietly and moved his hands to cup her breasts. Her response was to arch her back and cry out softly. With the back of her neck resting on his shoulder he had a perfect view of what he was doing to her. Gently applying pressure he massaged her mounds, lightly rubbing and pinching her nipples. Keeping one hand at her breasts, he moved the other down her body to her center. As he lightly traced the folds, Alania opened her legs. Her breathing becoming heavy, Legolas teased her a bit, enjoying her responsiveness. He drew a finger up and down her slit softly, slowly parting the folds to find her nub. Circling his finger around it, he played with her, driving her purposefully to the brink.
He seemed determined to keep her on the edge of an orgasm with his fingers and it was driving Alania mad. Turning her head, she raised her arm and pulled his face to hers. Kissing him hard, she moaned into his mouth, silently begging him to give her release.
Legolas picked her up and sat her at the edge of the tub. Standing with one of his legs between hers, he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. As they wrapped their arms around each other, they ground their hips together as their tongues met.
Pushing her back to lean away from him, Legolas licked and kissed his way down her body, stopping to lavish attention on her breasts. Sucking each the tip of each one, he felt Alania's hands in his hair and heard her soft groaning. Continuing down her body, he placed his hands on the insides of her thighs and spread her legs for him. Kneeling back in the water before her, he licked the insides of her legs causing her to shiver with anticipation. He could feel the tension in her body and smell the scent of her excitement. Pressing forward, he teased her center with his lips and nose. With the gentlest of touches, he spread her folds with his fingers and brought his mouth down fully to her. Sucking softly he felt Alania arch back as she writhed against his tongue. Crying his name, he felt her shudder against him as she climaxed.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Legolas stood up and pulled her hips towards his. Leaning over Alania, he wrapped his arms around her waist and rubbed himself against her wetness. As their eyes met, he thrust into her. Setting a deliberate speed, he pulled almost his entire length out only to slide it in at her groan of need.
Alania wrapped her legs around his waist and reached up to put both her arms around his neck. Clinging to him, she surged up with every push and grind he made into her. She felt herself spiraling towards another peak. As he angled himself to penetrate her more deeply, she felt his fingers at her nub and his mouth on her nipple. Digging her hands in his hair, she arched against him as her body exploded in ecstasy.
Watching her as she came, Legolas buried his head against her neck and plunged into her over and over. The sweetness of her heat, the feel of her walls surrounding him and her cries of pleasure pushed him over the brink. He thrust hard one last time, spilling his seed deep inside her and collapsed on top of her.
Both lay still, entwined, catching their breath. After a short time, Legolas reluctantly pulled out of Alania and kissed her sweetly. Looking down at her, he saw she had her eyes closed and one hand over her head. She had a small but very satisfied smile on her face.
Opening one eye to see him watching her, she said "Maybe next time we should use the bed, ok?"
"Good idea" replied Legolas with a wicked little smile. He picked her up and as he walked to the other room he said "No time like the present."
*****
Whew! I don't know about you guys, but I feel flushed! Strangely, I feel like I need a cigarette. LOL
A/N: I promised you the wait would be worth it and here's what y'all have been begging for. PLEASE NOTE!!!: I absolutely refuse to take responsibility for warping the minds of anyone under the age of 18. You shouldn't be reading this if you're under 17 anyway – see the rating?! If you feel you're sensibilities and morals are too delicate then skip this chapter as it's full of sex. Yeah, you heard me… sex!
Chapter 15 – Alania Sobers Up
Just before dawn, Alania woke up from the greatest night of sleep she thought she ever had. Much to her delight, she had no residual effects of the mead. Sitting up and stretching, she felt she could conquer the world that day. She threw the covers back and hopped out of bed. Looking out the window, she smiled in recollection of the conversation she attempted to have with Legolas the previous night. She had meant every word, even the ones she might have slurred. Determined to make good on her plans for Legolas, Alania decided it would best to not be smelly when she conquered the elf and headed for a bath.
She had been incredibly impressed with what she and Roxy had called the 'washroom'. While the lavatory itself was a small closet-like room, the 'washroom' was a huge circular room with a large sunken tub in the center of it. One side of the room was open to the elements and sunshine, while the other three were gilded with darkened mirrors. The only artificial lighting provided in the room were dozens of candles strewn about the room. Alania recalled thinking how pampered she'd feel inside that tub. Opening the door determined to figure out how to fill it with hot water, Alania was pleasantly surprised to find a very naked Legolas sitting in the filled tub facing away from her, the room lit by the candles.
Frozen to the floor for the briefest of moments, all Alania could think was "I should definitely kill two birds with one stone here." Smiling like a Cheshire cat, she met Legolas's eyes in the mirror across from them. He started to get up, but Alania gestured with her hand for him to stop, grinned wickedly and said "No, no, don't get up. I hadn't meant to interrupt your bath, but perhaps now that I'm here I could be of some assistance. Would you like me to scrub your back?"
Legolas had had every intention of returning to her side when he was finished. He had not expected her to get up so early. And he certainly never expected her to be so assertive. Not that he minded, just the contrary. Her offer had sent his blood directly to his groin. Returning her smile he nodded and turned to face her. He watched as she untied her hair and shook it out. It occurred to him that she knew exactly what she was doing. Debating with himself briefly, though it was unlike him, he decided to let her take the lead and set the pace.
He saw her reach behind her, unclasp her bra and somehow take it off without removing the tee shirt. She reached under the shirt and slowly peeled off her panties. Still completely covered with the shirt and showing nothing, Alania approached the tub. It was all Legolas could do to keep his hands from reaching for her.
Eyes full of seduction, she climbed into the tub opposite him, holding the shirt securely to her so that it wouldn't float up. Once in inside, she sank below the water and came up quickly. As she pushed the water back from her head, she heard Legolas take a sharp breath. The shirt now clung to her, and she may as well have been wearing nothing. The cool air against her compared to the heat of the water caused her nipples to harden in front of his eyes.
They stayed that way, looking at each other with hungry eyes until Legolas couldn't take it any longer. He started to move towards her and when he got close enough Alania put a halting hand on his arm and told him to turn around. Frowning a little, he did as she asked. "I told you I would scrub your back, remember?"
Taking a deep breath and sighing, Legolas replied "Is that all we're going to do, melamin?"
"We'll see" Alania replied with a cryptic smile.
She picked up a wash cloth and soap and moved to him. Standing behind him Alania looked at the back of the kneeling elf before her. The water met his waist and she could barely see beneath the water as it was dim in the room. His wet hair stuck to his back and Alania picked it up and neatly brought it over his shoulder to rest over his chest. Unable to resist, she leaned down and placed her lips on the back of his neck for a small kiss. She was pleased to see his body stiffen slightly and his eyes close in response.
Soaping the cloth, she started at his neck moving slowly and methodically. As she washed his back, she gently massaged the muscles as she worked her way down. Watching her own hands work on him, Alania felt her heart beat a little faster as she felt his muscular back relax and heard him sigh pleasurably in response to her ministrations.
For his part, Legolas was enjoying himself fully. He hadn't known it was possible to feel so relaxed and stimulated at the same time. Her hands were magic, and as she massaged his lower back his mind was filled with thoughts of where her hands would go next. Itching to touch her, he forced himself to keep his arms at his sides.
Finishing up with his back, Alania leaned forward and whispered in his ear "Call me crazy, but I have strangest feeling that you wouldn't mind if I did your chest, would you?" His only response was to turn around and lean back against the tub.
She gently picked his hair up and leaned closer to him to move it behind him. Barely pulling back, she looked into his eyes and smiled widely when she saw how intense and dark they had become. As she did before starting his back, she bent and placed a small kiss on his lips, allowing her tongue to trace his lips slightly.
Watching him pant lightly at her touch, she began the same methodical attention to his chest. Perfectly toned, every muscle defined, Alania found herself silently whatever gods were out there for the fine specimen before her. She started at his neck again, and massaged every muscle, slowly inching lower. It was the sweetest torture for Legolas and Alania knew it. She was captivated by the desire she saw in his face and in his reactions. She was amazed at his control. By this point, she had been sure he would have taken over, but was pleasantly surprised that he allowed her to continue. There was nothing more Alania wanted than to please him and she was glad he acquiesced.
She finished with his chest, but did not stop. Lowering her hands more, she gently massaged the sides of his hips working towards the tops of his legs and thighs. Legolas had been hard since watching her remove her panties, but feeling her hands so close to him caused his manhood to jump in anticipation.
Tossing the cloth aside, Alania gave up the ruse and slid her fingers across his abdomen just above the small patch of hair between his legs. Neither had noticed themselves doing it, but their positions were switched now, with Legolas standing over a kneeling Alania. Seeing his hardness so close gave Alania tremors along her back, and she could feel her lower half become warm with desire for him. Running her hands up his thighs, her thumbs ran along the inside and brushed him as she reached his sac. Gently cupping it with one hand, she placed her other at the base of his length.
Looking down, Legolas gripped the sides of the tub as he watched her stroke him. Groaning her name, he attempted to grab her but she pushed his hands away and smiled up at him. Giving him a wink she said "I thought we discussed what I'd do with you when I got sober last night. Seeing as how you didn't seem to take me seriously, you're just going to have to suffer for a little longer."
"Alania, do you have any idea what you're doing to me?!" he gasped.
"Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing to you Legolas" Alania replied. Seeing a drop of fluid at his tip, she softly licked him clean. Hearing him moan in pleasure was all the encouragement she needed, and she gently took the tip in her mouth and sucked it lightly. Using her hands as well, she carefully intensified her movements until she was able to fit as much of him as possible into her mouth, and then began a sensuous rhythm.
Bringing his hands to her hair, he couldn't control the small thrusting motions he made against her mouth. He lost all reason at this pleasure and somewhere in the back of his mind he questioned where she learned to do this so well. His breathing ragged, he felt himself near his peak and attempted to pull away from her. Just as she had pushed his advances to take charge earlier, now she refused him escape, forcing him to erupt against her tongue as he cried out in pleasure. Delicately letting him go, Alania moved to other side of the tub and watched as Legolas sank back into the water and caught his breath.
Intensely satisfied with herself, Alania grinned and remembered why she had come into the room in the first place. Grabbing the soap, she turned her back to Legolas, dipped her head in the water and began lathering her hair. Unable to keep her self satisfaction and pride from bubbling forth at being able to gratify him, she found herself giggling as she scrubbed her head.
Opening his eyes, Legolas couldn't believe she could be so blasé as to be able to wash her hair after what she had just done. Then he heard her giggle. Thinking he had allowed her far too much control so far, he came up behind her and pushed her hands away to soap her hair himself. Seeing she was trying to take charge of the situation again he leaned down and said "Turnabout is fair play Alania. It is only right that you 'suffer' as much as I have."
Rinsing her hair clean of soap, Legolas turned her to face him. He stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers. Tilting her chin up, he bent down to kiss her. As he nibbled her lips and their tongues met, Alania's hands traveled up his arms and were winding themselves around his neck when Legolas pulled away from her. "I do believe it is my turn to scrub your back, is it not?" he asked with a smirk.
"That really isn't necessary Legolas" replied Alania in frustration as he ended their embrace.
"I'm afraid it is, melamin. But this shirt must go." Grabbing the hem of the shirt, Legolas pulled it up and over her head, baring her completely to him. Unable to tear his gaze away from her naked form, he whispered "So lovely. My imagination was not close to your beauty."
Alania blushed at the compliment and let go of a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She had seen she-elves the previous day and they were ethereal in their beauty. She had been anxious that Legolas would not find her desirable. Seeing his eyes darken in passion for her compelled Alania to reach for him. He shook his head and asked her to turn around for her promised back scrub.
Following her example, Legolas picked up hair and draped it over her shoulder. Leaning down he placed soft kisses on the curve of her neck until she sighed at his touch. Lathering the soap into the washcloth, Legolas looked at her back and noticed what looked like ink in the small of her back. With a slight frown he asked "What is that on your back Alania?"
"What? Oh that. It's just my tattoo" she answered. She hadn't thought to say anything about it, but hearing the concern in his voice she grew worried it might disgust him.
Pulling her to stand, he kneeled down to get a better look at it. Examining it further, he saw that it was the head of a dragon breathing fire, cleverly located so that the head was in the center of the small of her back and the fire curled around to the sides just over the cheeks of her posterior. "Does it feel different in that area?" he asked.
"It hurt when I got it done years ago, but it feels like the rest of my skin now. Does it bother you?"
"No, it is just unexpected. During my travels, I have seen tribes of men who do this to each other, but never anything so colorful or artfully drawn. I think it suits you" he answered. "Now where were we?"
Rather than begin at her neck, Legolas decided to use their positions to his advantage and began by rubbing her lower back. Watching her expression in the mirror across them, he found himself growing hard again. Not able to keep the ruse up as long as Alania had, Legolas tossed the cloth aside and gently massaged the muscles on her sides. Starting at her hips and moving up, Legolas paused just at the sides of her breasts. He could see her nipples hardening without having been touched. Pulling her towards him, he backed up until he was seated in the water with his back to the wall of the tub and Alania straddling his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. Tracing his lips back and forth along the curve, he discovered how sensitive the back of her neck was and how much she enjoyed having her earlobes nibbled.
Her back pressed against him completely, Alania could feel his hard length against her rear. As his mouth tantalized her neck and shoulders, his hands rubbed her stomach and tickled the undersides of her breasts. He was driving her insane with desire. Grasping his thighs with her hands, she ground her derriere against his manhood.
Feeling her move against him, Legolas moaned quietly and moved his hands to cup her breasts. Her response was to arch her back and cry out softly. With the back of her neck resting on his shoulder he had a perfect view of what he was doing to her. Gently applying pressure he massaged her mounds, lightly rubbing and pinching her nipples. Keeping one hand at her breasts, he moved the other down her body to her center. As he lightly traced the folds, Alania opened her legs. Her breathing becoming heavy, Legolas teased her a bit, enjoying her responsiveness. He drew a finger up and down her slit softly, slowly parting the folds to find her nub. Circling his finger around it, he played with her, driving her purposefully to the brink.
He seemed determined to keep her on the edge of an orgasm with his fingers and it was driving Alania mad. Turning her head, she raised her arm and pulled his face to hers. Kissing him hard, she moaned into his mouth, silently begging him to give her release.
Legolas picked her up and sat her at the edge of the tub. Standing with one of his legs between hers, he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. As they wrapped their arms around each other, they ground their hips together as their tongues met.
Pushing her back to lean away from him, Legolas licked and kissed his way down her body, stopping to lavish attention on her breasts. Sucking each the tip of each one, he felt Alania's hands in his hair and heard her soft groaning. Continuing down her body, he placed his hands on the insides of her thighs and spread her legs for him. Kneeling back in the water before her, he licked the insides of her legs causing her to shiver with anticipation. He could feel the tension in her body and smell the scent of her excitement. Pressing forward, he teased her center with his lips and nose. With the gentlest of touches, he spread her folds with his fingers and brought his mouth down fully to her. Sucking softly he felt Alania arch back as she writhed against his tongue. Crying his name, he felt her shudder against him as she climaxed.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Legolas stood up and pulled her hips towards his. Leaning over Alania, he wrapped his arms around her waist and rubbed himself against her wetness. As their eyes met, he thrust into her. Setting a deliberate speed, he pulled almost his entire length out only to slide it in at her groan of need.
Alania wrapped her legs around his waist and reached up to put both her arms around his neck. Clinging to him, she surged up with every push and grind he made into her. She felt herself spiraling towards another peak. As he angled himself to penetrate her more deeply, she felt his fingers at her nub and his mouth on her nipple. Digging her hands in his hair, she arched against him as her body exploded in ecstasy.
Watching her as she came, Legolas buried his head against her neck and plunged into her over and over. The sweetness of her heat, the feel of her walls surrounding him and her cries of pleasure pushed him over the brink. He thrust hard one last time, spilling his seed deep inside her and collapsed on top of her.
Both lay still, entwined, catching their breath. After a short time, Legolas reluctantly pulled out of Alania and kissed her sweetly. Looking down at her, he saw she had her eyes closed and one hand over her head. She had a small but very satisfied smile on her face.
Opening one eye to see him watching her, she said "Maybe next time we should use the bed, ok?"
"Good idea" replied Legolas with a wicked little smile. He picked her up and as he walked to the other room he said "No time like the present."
*****
Whew! I don't know about you guys, but I feel flushed! Strangely, I feel like I need a cigarette. LOL