Sugar and spice and everything naughty and nice.
Enjoy something you can sink your teeth into, dear reader, and let me know if you enjoy the flavor *wink wink*
Galadriel sighed, her eyes fluttered shut, waiting for the brush of his lips on her own. Her breath held tightly in her chest, impatient for its release. But it never came. Instead she felt the shift of his tunic as it brushed her, the soft summer silence broken as he loudly bit into a fruit.
Eyes opened in flash, only to watch in surprise as he pressed the soft pink flesh of his bitten fruit against her lips, its juice dripping into her mouth already. She licked it away before nibbling a bit of its deliciousness. She sighed, almost believing herself in Valinor again, bathed in light, the taste of summer fruit on her tongue. And beside her, a man that stirred her body and tethered himself to her mind in ways no one else could or would even understand. Never leaving her alone again, in this life or in this land.
Galadriel shifted closer to his seated body, pressing her side against his chest. "I believe you either need to grant me my question, or take your hard-won kiss, Hal," she murmured, her voice lifting on the one she was desiring.
He did not fail to respond, working his mouth like one starved. Flattening her on her back, his body covered hers from head to toe, the heat of the sun warring with the flame that burned beneath his skin to her very touch. Soft-green eyes glinted down at her, the question that flamed behind them left unspoken as his kisses ceased. His hands wandered down the soft linen fold folds of her silver-white dress, the tickle of their touch exploring the narrow binding of her waist, the subtle curves of her hips. With a smile hiding in the corner of her lips, she raised those hips, answering the question of his touch with her own. Hands gripped gently behind his neck, lowering his greedy mouth to hers. Her breath caught in the dryness of her throat as his hand caressed the soft skin of her thigh, inching its way higher until she groaned as he brushed and teased, stroking and coaxing her aching mound.
Gasping, she trembled at his every touch, light and heat flowing everywhere across her skin. And always his eyes watched her every reaction, every lick of her lips, every roll of her eyes as she crested in pleasure. Breathless, she panted, half-aware as she felt him shifting above her. As she opened her eyes, he gleamed in the sun, the soft pink petals of the tree above them shading them both in a rosy glow. He looked so pure, so golden, so admirable.
Galadriel's inner being lit with liquid and molten need at the sight of him. "You promised me a ride," she said, wrapping her arms with all the wiry, elven strength she could muster. She whispered between damp breaths, "and you of all beings know how I do cherish a good, solid ride."
In a swirl of her skirts and a twist of her arms, she flipped him over, baskets of fruit rolling out of their way and across the grass. His body softened, accepting the weight of her as she straddled him, her hand coyly tracing over the width of his waist, the prominent rise of his arousal. She freed him from his breeches, keeping her eyes of the satisfied, pleasured smirk across his face below her.
To be the one in charge, the one to move, to control all pleasure, it exhilarated her. She leaned above him, kissing him as she slowly sank on to his cock. She breathed in the scent of flowers and fruit, the smell of his skin, of smoke and magic, fire and forge.
As she rocked her hips, a gentle constant rhythm between them, she felt tug at something deeper within her. A force on her innermost being. His words caressed her tongue as he kept her pressed close against him, one hand cradling the nape of her neck, the other now woven into her left hand, bracing her as she moved with him in union.
"Give me all yourself, Galadriel," he rasped.
The tug pulled stronger within her.
"Give me your heart," he whispered louder, his hand gripping tighter, gripping against the silver of that ring as his body clenched in pleasure.
Something within her warmed in pure joy, in heated desire. In uncontrollable pleasure. A wave of climax and rippling power poured from within her.
"Give me your light," he said, clenching his teeth as she came, her cry of ecstasy echoing in their ears and around the mountain cliffs.
Something terribly bright clouded her vision. Tremor after tremor wracked her body as she collapsed across his chest. A shudder passed from his body though hers, as he rolled them both to their sides. His fingers brushed through her silken hair, pulling the wayward strands from her face.
She blinked a few times, the haze of light beginning to clear as his ruddy, half-smiling face came into view. The scent of blossoms filled her nose, a gentle fluttering of pink petals danced on the breezes around them. Something seemed stronger about the aroma, more fragrant. More alive.
He raised a single brow as her face grew increasingly shocked. The tree above them no longer arched into the darkness, its trunk healed and mighty. Its branches full of flowers and buds, from softest blush in hue to a pink as vibrant as Galadriel's cheeks shined in her pleasure.
"The magic or your light, my Lady, coupled with my power," Sauron purred into her ear before he raised himself to seated. "We revived the broken and dead. Together, we can heal even the darkest damage wrought."
But as his words fairly crowd accomplishment, or pride, or even love, her sight swam again.
The last thing she felt in her body was the strength of his arms lifting her from the ground, and the cold hard leather of a saddle beneath her as he rode her back to the fortress. Back into the dark.