Warnings: LotR ficclet, Het, R, very mild BDSM, PWP, AU,
Pairing: OFC and a certain elf Lord.
Beta: Dorothy Noland
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything that belongs to Tolkien… I don't earn any money from this!
Part 2
He stood to remove his clothing and I
lay still, watching. I had no choice, as my hands were
tied securely above my head. I was awestruck by the beauty of the elven
Lord standing beside the bed. He was tall with pale skin and a powerful aura
that overpowered everything and anything surrounding him. His whole body, the
shape of his muscles and flawless complexion, told me that this was the body of
a hardened warrior elf. His hair was a stream of silver, pulled back in a clasp,
running halfway down his back. His face was ageless, but nonetheless I noticed
thin lines of sorrow and pain. Despite its deceiving youthfulness, this was the
face of someone old, very old. His eyes were blue but not a human shade of blue.
It was a colour borrowed from a cloudless, summer sky. As he turned his head,
his eyes seemed to turn into liquid silver. An understanding woke inside of me;
these eyes had not been created out of the same
substance as my own.
I allowed my eyes to roam his body, taking in each little detail, tracing the edges of the harden muscles across his back and chest… his long sleek legs… the firm buttocks… "I bet they're hard as steel." I thought, and again he must have read my mind because he winked at me and said, "That's why I've tied your hands lirimaer... So they don't get caught and accidentally crushed between my cheeks." I couldn't keep myself from laughing at his joke, and somehow the knowledge that he enjoyed joking and teasing me made him seem less intimidating and more human. Well, human was maybe an exaggeration, but I'm sure you know what I mean.
When he had rid himself of all of his clothing, he went over to a low table, opened a drawer and picked up something that glimmered like silver. I couldn't quite see what it was except that is was long and thin and made out of metal, he also concealed it behind his back as he turned around to face me so that I wouldn't be able to see what it was. In any case, he shouldn't have worried about me staring at what was in his hand, because all my focus was drawn to the beautiful girth and length of his now fully erect member. At the sight of it, I am afraid I might have succumbed to undignified staring, most likely accompanied by an open mouth and some heavy panting as well.
He tossed himself upon the bed and stretched out alongside my body. He leaned forward and gave me a deep, deep kiss that made my head spin, but this time not from lack of oxygen. He just was a darn good kisser with a very talented tongue. I couldn't help myself from thinking that there was a few other places I wanted his mouth and tongue planted against. "Not tonight rwalaer," he murmured as a reply to my unspoken wishes. "I plan to use some completely different techniques to make you come for me tonight… Just trust me!" He added softly.
***
After he had thoroughly kissed, licked
and nibbled my face, lips, jaw and neck for quite some time, he shifted his
weight again and rose to sit back on his heels. He held his right hand behind
his back, still concealing whatever it was he had retrieved from the table. He
placed his left hand over my eyes, and explained in a low voice, "Now, since you
did not like to be blindfolded, you must promise me to keep your eyes closed
until I say that you may open them." My mind started to race again. I wondered
what he was up to, and what it was he held in his hand.
"Do you promise?" he sternly demanded. At the steel in his voice, I felt the
fear return but this time a large portion of primitive lust accompanied it! I
wrote the lust off to the spell he had placed on me but regardless, I pushed the
fear away and allowed myself to be consumed by the more pleasant sensations that
invaded my body, be they spell-induced or not… hunger… yearning… anticipation…
"Yes, I promise!" I think I nodded as well, because I heard him chuckle,
apparently content with my eager compliance.
I felt something cold running down my left arm. It was a peculiar feeling, and since I was wearing a long-sleeved blouse, I couldn't quite imagine what it was that could cause such a sensation. Then the same thing happened to my other arm. Now I was truly puzzled, and I so badly wanted to open my eyes and look. "Keep your eyes closed," he warned. The bed shifted, and shortly after the same cold edge ran down one of my legs. It tickled, and I must have squirmed, because he immediately stopped whatever it was he was doing and in a very firm voice ordered me to lie absolutely still. His voice softened a bit and he explained, "You must promise to lay still, lirimaer. It could so easily nick your precious skin by accident if you toss around like that."
"Nick" I asked. "What do you mean by nick?" Since I'm Swedish, my English vocabulary is sometimes lacking, so I had no idea what he meant by the word 'nick'. "This blade is made of mithril and is extremely sharp," he explained calmly. "If you do not lie absolutely still, I may cut your skin." The realisation of what he was doing slowly came to me. I slung my eyes open, "A knife!" I gasped. "Are you trying to tell me that you're shredding… destroying my clothes?"
Now you must remember that I have had a terrible week, and I hadn't been in my best mood when I entered the Lorién forest in the first place! Now it all caught up with me, and I became furious when I saw the way Lord Celeborn had cut my blouse and jeans. I saw the mithril blade in his hand, it was very thin, very beautiful and it looked indeed very sharp. I understood why I hadn't heard any ripping sound when he cut my blouse and jeans open. The blade looked sharp enough to have melted through my clothes like a warm knife through butter. I started to thrash against the bindings of my wrists, determined to get free. I wanted to… to… hit something! I wanted to hit HIM for destroying my clothes, for scaring me, for being such a bully… Well, you could say I lost it!
***
I was literally boiling inside, but it
wasn't just from anger. I hyperventilated and screamed
at the Elf Lord to set me free, to stop playing games with me. So many feelings
rushed through me, and I was starting to panic. I was tired, I was angry and I
was afraid, not a good combination for remaining aroused and lying still as he
had told me to. Celeborn tried to calm me as he leaned over and started to
shower my face with kisses while murmuring soothing words in elvish. That made
me really pissed, so I bit him!
I bit hard into his right shoulder, and was rewarded with a metallic, salty taste. I realized that I had drawn blood and froze. "Oh my god, what have I done now?" I guessed that Lord Celeborn was not the kind of elf you bit without some kind of repercussion, and was right in my assumption. Without rolling off me, he somehow managed to flip me over on my tummy and straddle my thighs. I shivered as I felt the cold of the mithril blade run over my buttocks and I realised that he was cutting me out of my pants. Then his hand slid under the remainder of the waistband, and in one move, he just ripped the jeans off me along with my underpants.
"Stop it! What are you doing you stupid elf… Oh!" I yelped, more in surprise than in pain. He had slapped my buttocks and a stinging sensation spread out over the skin. "That's for biting me," he growled in a dangerously low voice. He delivered a second blow, "And this is to remind you to never do that again," he added in a slightly softer voice. "Ouch… You're hurting me, please stop!" He was strong, and now my buttocks started to burn. I felt his hands move over the burning skin, softly caressing and cooling the burning sensation. He leaned down against my back, and I could feel his rigidness pressing against me… and he was growing even harder. "He is getting aroused by this." I established. "This cannot be good for me." He bit into my right ear lobe, flicked his tongue out and then whispered, "Don't worry, I think that you are about to find out that a little bit of pain can be quite pleasant and arousing, rwalaer." I shivered at his words, unsure if I should feel terrified or thrilled.
TBC…
Lirimaer = Lovely one Rwalaer = Lusty one Mellonamin = My friend