Title: His Punishment
Type: FPS
Author: Edward Uwnhai Silverfang (EddieUwnhaiyahoo.com)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mentions of Celeborn/Galadriel, Galadriel/Surprise non-original char.
Warning: vivid fem-slash, incest
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, only the story line.
Beta: Lady Hawks Shadow
Summary: Celeborn watches as his wife finds pleasure from another.
Notes: I'm joining this to a series of fic's all written listening to a song, this one was 'Smoke' by Natelie Imbruglia. This doesn't necessarily mean the story carries a similar essence to the song or some other such, it just means I was listening to it and it inspired me to write this story.
He stood tall, silver blond hair wafting around his lithe, but strong frame, with eyes misted over in memory of a time long past. They used to do everything together: study, work, playing childish pranks and chasing each other through the foliage, even love, them and they two, alone.Now, he looked in upon his wife, sprawled wantonly beneath the form of another, her pale porcelain skin flushed with arousal. Her head thrown back amidst her fall of silken gold hair, striking blue eyes darkened in lust and absolute pleasure. Her pink plush lips parted and moist, releasing plaintive begging moans, and mewls of ecstasy.
He couldn't help but watch, her beauty, and that of her dark lover, was undeniably attractive to his body. Though his mind wanted for him to do nothing more than to run away, crawl into a lonesome corner and weep bitter tears of self loathing.
For that was all he could do...
For it was he who drove her away, banished her love and light away from him. Was he to expect her to return now that he wanted her back? Joyously forgive him for his grievances against her?
'Of course not, fool' he berated himself.
He watched as his wife's lover licked her, and sucked upon the soft folds betwixt her thighs, golden hair wet with her gratification, and clit swollen with impassioned rapture. Her eyes tightly closed, thighs clinching shut, nails digging upon the sheets, and teeth biting - bruising her lips as she peaked.
He watched as her lover went up and kissed those perfect lips, licking up the rich, salty sweat trickling from her forehead, and as his wife pressed her long, elegant fingers between her lover's legs, and into her folds to bring the dark haired elf to orgasm as well.
He watched as they shared sweet kisses, and caressed lovingly, touching, petting, both coming down from their highs.
He watched as they relaxed into the thick, soft covers of the white quilts, how their eyes went vacant in sleep, and finally as Galadriel pulled her granddaughter, the beautiful Arwen, against her unconsciously in her reverie.
He watched, as he heart broke anew, their love shown clearly to him, and any who cared to look, to see. He turned away, knowing in his soul that he was not worthy of this wondrous, beautiful creature who had married him in love, and whose heart he had broken with his cold, elusive nature.
Celeborn turned away in shame, and walked, with steps to weary and old for an elf, back to his study, collapsing upon his divan and turning his head into the soft folds of the cushion. No more tears were left to him, so he did the one thing he could to release his emotions, he screamed.
He screamed for his sorrow, and his rage. He screamed for his loss, and his heartache, and he screamed because as sad and broken as he was, he was happy for her. Happy she had made her life anew. Happy she could find love elsewhere, since she never did find it in him...
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