A/n This chapter is pure smut.
Our wedding night as most call it, seemed to last for an entire week. Through the bond I felt a flicker of his emotions, though it was nothing in comparison to what he felt from me. Often if I would rise out of the bed, and walk towards the wardrobe to get dressed I would feel his arousal bubbling within me as he watched me. It was a snowball effect, he never had to ask permission or wonder how I felt because feeling his arousal in turned made me aroused. It made my heart pang with guilt thinking of how he must have felt when I was getting tortured within the black tower.
I don't feel anything in the intensity he feels it, yet just the subtly of it is enough to flip my mood to align with his. It's been two weeks since we wed, Legolas discussed with me his want to travel home and visit the elves of Mirkwood and see his father. It was strange being able to physically feel his nervousness and apprehension, then feel the comfort within myself as I caressed his face.
We haven't shared any dreams yet, and I couldn't seem to find his location through the bond either. Aragorn and Gimli teased us relentlessly when we finally emerged from our chamber, I was thankful they both slept far down the hall however I knew the walls were thin. It was hard now to keep my arousal in check, one look from him and my breath would catch in my throat, my stomach would flip as memories of pleasure flooded my mind. In turn I would often feel his arousal at my reaction bubbling inside me; I don't know how we're going to make the trip to Mirkwood. Part of me is nervous, what if his father doesn't accept me, or is angry for us wedding so quickly and unconventionally.
"lóth Nin?" Legolas stood behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his hot breath was against my neck. We stood in the stables; he had already prepared Verya for the journey. I remember when I packed for the journey his soft frown as I shoved in dark heavy layered garments into my pack. I knew he preferred my simple flowy white linen dresses or my think white tunics and leggings.
"I'm ready," I sighed out, trying to control my thoughts as I felt his pulse against my back. He led Verya out by the reins, jumping onto his back and extending a hand to help me hop on behind him. Aragorn and Arwen stood side by side by the gate of the city along with Gimli though he was almost hidden in their shadow due to his stature. They gave us their farewells, it seemed we just arrived and now were leaving again. Legolas was conflicted I know, he wanted Gimli to come with us, which I was floored by. We do not need him to accompany us to this, its intimate and regarding our relationship he could come maybe our next visit. Still, seeing the short red headed dwarf made me feel a pang of guilt.
I wrapped my hands around his waist as we exited the city, hiding my blush against his back. The wind whispered through our hair, it was steadily warmer now, the grass along the plains was slowly coming to life and several trees were budding or in bloom. It was dark when we finally stopped to make camp. I dismounted first, and began growing a hedge of thorns around us to shroud us from view.
He took to arranging our bed and getting a fire started. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and earth, while the soft glow of a campfire he got started beckoned me to its warmth. His face glowed against the flames, and I felt warmth pooling in me. He stood from his kneeling position his jaw was clenched as he stared at me with a heat the mirrored my own. A subtle flush rose to my cheeks, and an electric current seemed to course through my veins, igniting a fire of a different kind. This was normal though, his feelings felt like electricity through the bond.
Unconsciously, I found myself biting my lip, a reflexive response to the sensations that danced upon my skin. It was a moment of unspoken desire, an expression of the heat that radiated from deep within my being. My breath caught in my throat, as if trying to contain the rising fervor that threatened to consume me.
The air seemed to grow thick with an unspoken tension, charged with an energy that only the two of us could feel. My eyes, now filled with a smoldering intensity, met his, and in that shared gaze, a silent understanding passed between us. It was a heat that transcended mere temperature, a connection that kindled flames within our souls. I took a step forward and he stood completely still, "Dinner first, you have not eaten today," he sounded pained as he chastised me, and from the appearance of his tented leggings he was.
I frowned taking a deep breath and plopped myself down on the ground as he unpacked different dried fruits and confections for me, and he himself ate a warm stew. He knew I preferred sugar over an actual meal, and though lately he had lovingly forced me to partake in real food more often he still allowed me to eat all the dried fruit to my heart's content. The food was a pleasant distraction from the heat the pooled within me. I almost forgot about it as I munched cheerfully on my apricots and raisins.
I walked over to my pack; Legolas still knelt before the fire tenderly stirring his small pot of stew, made with dried fish and dehydrated broth. I gasped as I opened my pack and noticed all my clothing was switched out to my old clothing; I turned to Legolas who only grinned mischievously. There was also no underwear, I scowled at him as I grew a small wall of vines separating us so he couldn't watch me change into my night clothes. All I wore was a thin tunic and no underwear, the shirt reached my mid-thigh, I felt so uncomfortable. What was he thinking?
How would he like it if I hid all of his clothes? I sighed, braiding my hair as I stood behind the vine veil. When I was finished I willed my vines to return back to the earth. He stood on the other side of the vines causing me to jump, his pot was already emptied the contents eaten. How long had he stood there? With a subtle shift in his stance, he closed the remaining distance between us, drawn like a moth to a flame. The campfire's warm glow cast a halo of light upon his face, accentuating the intensity in his eyes.
Our breaths mingled, almost dancing in harmony, as we leaned into each other's presence. His arm wrapped around my waist pulling me closer, his eyes were dark, I felt liquid dripping from my core at the way he looked at me.
"Do you know how hard it is to ride when I feel your arousal lóth Nin?" He bent his neck whispering into my ear causing me to shiver. With a strength fueled by passion, he effortlessly scooped me up, cradling my backside in his hands as if I were weightless. He let out a sharp breath as if realizing I wasn't wearing underwear. He pulled me closer to him, grinding my wet core onto his tented leggings. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver of excitement cascading through me, and my breath quickened in response. Every time always felt like the first time with Legolas.
He walked us towards the bedroll, easing himself down onto it, still holding my parted cheeks securely in his grip. With a gentle grace, he settled himself, ensuring my comfort as he adjusted his position. His movements were deliberate and careful, his strength and stability providing a sense of security in this shared moment. I rubbed myself against him in my impatience, my juices soaking his leggings. My body instinctively molded to his, the contours of our forms aligning perfectly. He smirked at me, seeming to like to drag it out, he always did.
"Please," I begged, grinding myself against him, his hands instinctively tightened and pulled me down closer to him. With each wiggle, the hardness responded, pressing back against me with an undeniable urgency.
I reached down and began undoing his pants no longer waiting for permission, pulling them down myself as his hands continued cupping and pulling apart my cheeks, lifting me up and slamming me down onto him. I smiled when his hard member was revealed, it glistened in the light. I bent down pulling his face close into a kiss. A soft tremor coursed through my body as I felt his hands guiding my body against his, sliding me against his hard member.
I continued to sway my hips, with each breath, my body seemed to synchronize with his, rising and falling in harmony. He pulled away from the kiss and began kissing my neck, I gasped and moaned as he lifted me high into the air and slammed me down with force, his member now deep inside me. With each tremor that traveled through my, he responded with subtle movements of his own. His touch became an extension of my trembling, his caresses adapting to the rhythm of my body's response. The bond made orgasms that much more pleasurable, often I would orgasm simply from his orgasm alone, I wonder how it was for him since he felt my feelings stronger than I could feel his.
His hands traced delicate paths along my skin, following the contours and dips, as if mapping the terrain of my pleasure. While his body trembled, he anchored himself in me, his grip traveled to my waist holding me still on top of him. He loved to drag it out, he loved to watch me beg and squirm. My body twitched on top of him as his mouth went lower onto my collarbone, His grip on me was tight as I attempted to buck and ride him, but he held me still.
"Please, Legolas," I begged breathlessly. I felt his teeth smiling against my neck as he gently lifted my hips up ever so slowly to slam me down onto him again. His grip tightened and he held me still as I came, my core contracting and tightening around his member. He moaned softly against my neck before coming back to my mouth and swallowing my moans. Each tremor, each quiver was met with a reciprocal response, amplifying the pleasure we experienced together. The sensation of his lips against my skin, his hands exploring my curves, and the electrifying connection of our bodies melding together created a tapestry of bliss that overwhelmed me in the most exquisite way.
He began pumping into me faster, not giving me rest or a break as I came. The wetness against me only heightened the sensations that coursed through my body. He bit my lip hard and hungrily, my body moved along with his as I rocked back and forth into him. The rapid succession of the wetness against my trembling skin ignited a fervor within me.
"Please," I begged against his lips. It was a cascade of sensations, a torrential downpour of ecstasy that demanded my surrender. I could do nothing, I could think nothing, all I could do was sit here and beg for more. He obliged, ramming into me faster, his hands lifting me with ease as I rode him. He bit my lip hard drawing blood as he held my hips down into him, his seed shooting up into me; my body squirmed and twitched in response cumming from the sensation. I felt I would explode; he pulled away his half lidded eyes watching me as I mewled and twitched atop him. What is he doing to me? He bit his lip as my eyes met his again, slowly coming down from my high. He gently lifted me off of him, and laid me down beside him, he went to pull his leggings up and I stopped him. "No fair is fair; you unpacked my underwear so I say tonight you don't get to wear those." He smirked in response pulling them off completely.