As they ventured deeper into the forest, the towering trees seemed to converge and create a canopy above them. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine needles. Finally, they reached a secluded pool, nestled amidst the trees. The crystal clear water reflected the greenery around it, creating a peaceful oasis in the midst of the dense forest.
Aragorn reached over and took her hand. The touch of Aragorn's calloused hand sent a shiver down Kitra's spine, his fingers intertwining with hers as they sat at the edge of the serene pool. She glanced up at him, her heart fluttering in her chest as she met his steady gaze. Those piercing eyes seemed to see straight into her soul, reading every fear and vulnerability that she tried so hard to conceal.
"Kitra," he said softly, his voice low and soothing. "What troubles you? I can see the shadow of unease in your eyes."
She hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to put into words the horrors that had plagued her mind. But as she looked into Aragorn's face, seeing the genuine concern etched into his features, she found herself opening up. Kitra's heart raced with fear as she hesitated before recounting the haunting nightmare that plagued her. Aragorn sensed her distress and wrapped a comforting arm around her, his presence a steady anchor in the face of the darkness consuming her thoughts. The air around them felt heavy and charged with emotion as Kitra finally shared her fears with him under the moonlit sky.
Kitra took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly as she began to recount the chilling details of her nightmare. "I was lost in darkness, suffocated by despair. And then I saw it - the tower of Barad-dûr, with the Eye of Sauron fixed upon me." She shuddered at the memory, her fingers unconsciously tightening around Aragorn's hand.
"He called to me, his voice echoing in my mind. I tried to resist, but then I saw them - my parents, changed into wraiths under his command." A single tear slipped down her cheek as she remembered their blank, soulless eyes. "My mother…she's alive."
Aragorn listened intently, his brow furrowed with concern as Kitra described the horrifying details of her nightmare. His heart ached for her, knowing the pain and anguish she must be feeling at the thought of her parents under Sauron's control. He gently brushed away the tear that trailed down her cheek, his touch a silent gesture of comfort and support.
"But know that you are not alone in this darkness. I am here with you, as are all of our companions. We will face this evil together." he said softly, his eyes filled with empathy.
Kitra leaned into his touch, drawing strength from his steady presence. She took a shuddering breath, trying to calm the tumult of emotions raging within her. "I fear for what lies ahead, Aragorn. What if I'm not strong enough?"
Aragorn cupped Kitra's face gently in his hands, his eyes locked with hers in an intense gaze. "Kitra, you are one of the strongest people I know. Your courage and resilience never cease to amaze me." His voice was low and earnest, each word spoken with heartfelt conviction. "The darkness may try to claim you, but I have faith that your light will prevail."
Kitra felt her heart swell at his words, a flicker of hope igniting within her. She leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth of his rough palms against her skin. "Thank you, Aragorn," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Your belief in me means more than you could ever know."
A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of Aragorn's lips as he gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear with a tender touch. His fingers lingered for a moment, tracing the delicate curve of her cheek as he gazed into her eyes. In that moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this secluded sanctuary.
Kitra leaned into Aragorn's touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment as she savored the comfort of his presence. When she opened them again, she found him gazing at her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. In the dappled light filtering through the trees, his eyes seemed to shimmer with a depth of emotion that took her breath away.
"Aragorn," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. "I...I don't know what I would do without you."
A soft smile graced his lips as he leaned in closer, his forehead coming to rest against hers. "You will never have to find out," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "I will always be by your side, Kitra. No matter what darkness we may face."
Her heart swelled with a rush of emotion at his heartfelt words. In that moment, the bond between them felt unbreakable, a shining light amidst the shadows that threatened to engulf them. Kitra's eyes met Aragorn's, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down her spine.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, she leaned in closer, her lips hovering a mere breath away from his. Time seemed to stand still as they remained suspended in that intimate space, the world around them fading into insignificance.
Aragorn's hand slid from her cheek to the nape of her neck, his fingers gently tangling in her hair as he closed the remaining distance between them. Their lips met in a tender kiss, a soft brush of skin against skin that ignited a spark within Kitra's core. Kitra melted into Aragorn's embrace, her own hands coming up to rest on his broad chest. The kiss deepened, their lips moving together in a dance of passion and longing. In that moment, all of her fears and doubts seemed to fade away, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of his touch and the love that flowed between them.
Aragorn's strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against each other. Kitra could feel the heat of his skin through the fabric of his tunic, the steady beat of his heart echoing her own racing pulse. She poured all of her emotions into the kiss - the fear, the desperation, the hope that he ignited within her.
When they finally parted, both breathless and flushed, Kitra rested her forehead against Aragorn's, her eyes closed as she savored the intimacy of the moment. Aragorn held her close, his arms a comforting shelter from the darkness that threatened to consume her. They remained like that for a long while, simply basking in each other's presence and the temporary respite from the burdens they carried.
A comfortable silence settled between them as she let her mind relax, content to just be in his company. As the setting sun cast its final rays through the trees, the moon emerged, casting a silvery glow over the surroundings. Feeling emboldened by the dim light and the peacefulness of their surroundings, she yearned for a moment of uninhibited freedom.
Getting to her feet she gently slipped out of her dress, she reveled in the cool water that now surrounded her bare feet, eagerly anticipating the numbing sensation that would soon spread throughout her body. With grace and confidence, she waded into the inviting pool until it reached just below her breasts. Turning to face him once more, she caught Aragorn's gaze fixed upon her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. His dark eyes were filled with desire, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of being wanted by this honorable man before her.
"Join me," her voice floated over the rippling water, beckoning him with a soft lilt. She turned gracefully, gliding through the cool pool towards the opposite edge where a waterfall cascaded down onto her head, drenching her hair and rinsing away any lingering thoughts. The frigid water refreshed her mind and body, clearing away any worries or doubts.
She heard his splashing behind her, the sound echoing through the still waters of the lake. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the coolness of the water against her skin. A warm breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it the scent of pine and earth. She didn't want to face him just yet, so she stayed with her back to him, slowly treading water backwards until her feet touched the bottom once more.
Suddenly, a gentle hand found her shoulder, pulling her back into his embrace. The warmth of his body enveloped her as he pressed against her back, his chest rising and falling in sync with hers. She could feel her heart race at the bare touch of his skin against hers, sending shivers down her spine.
As they floated together in the tranquil water, she leaned her head back to his shoulder, letting a deep breath leave her lungs. The physical connection released something in her; it felt like she was melting into him. He kissed the side of her head, peppering soft kisses towards her jaw and then to the corner of her mouth. He paused in his affection and gently turned her to face him.
Their eyes locked and for a moment they were lost in each other's gaze. The sun cast golden rays across their faces, highlighting every freckle and curve. She traced his jawline with her finger, feeling the roughness of his stubble against her skin. He cupped her cheek in his hand and leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft, tender kiss that spoke volumes without any words needed.
Time seemed to stand still as they held each other in the middle of the idyllic lake. It was a moment frozen in time, filled with unspoken love and an unbreakable bond between them. Kitra let herself sink into Aragorn's embrace, the warm water lapping gently around their intertwined bodies. His strong arms held her close, his touch both comforting and electrifying against her bare skin. She tilted her head back, gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes, a soft smile playing on her lips.
Aragorn's fingers traced the contours of Kitra's face, his touch feather-light and reverent as if committing every detail to memory. His eyes, dark and intense, seemed to penetrate the depths of her soul. In that moment, the world around them faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of them, adrift in a sea of emotion.
"You are so beautiful." he breathed, his voice low and husky with desire.
Kitra's heart swelled at Aragorn's heartfelt words, a blush rising to her cheeks despite the cool water surrounding them. She reached up to caress his face, her fingers threading through his damp hair as she pulled him closer. Their lips met once more, this time with a fervor that ignited a fire within her core.
Aragorn's hands roamed the expanse of her back, his touch leaving trails of heat in their wake. Kitra arched into him, desperate to feel every inch of his skin against hers. The water rippled around them as their movements grew more urgent, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time itself.
Kitra's hands slid down Aragorn's chest, tracing the defined muscles that quivered beneath her touch. She could feel the evidence of his desire pressing against her stomach, sending a thrill of anticipation through her. Aragorn's hands slid lower, caressing the curve of her hips as he pulled her flush against him. Kitra gasped at the intimate contact, her body molding perfectly to his as if they were two halves of a whole. She could feel the heat of his skin, the racing of his heart that mirrored her own.
She pulled him into a kiss, his hands reaching under her and lifting her so her legs were around his waist, the weightlessness of the water allowing their bodies to meld together seamlessly. She could feel his desire. Aragorn held Kitra close as he carried her through the water, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. The sensation of skin against skin, with no barriers between them, was intoxicating. Kitra could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against her core, igniting a fire that spread through her veins.
Their lips met in a searing kiss, tongues tangling and exploring with a newfound urgency. Kitra's fingers tangled in Aragorn's damp hair, tugging gently as she deepened the kiss. A low moan escaped his throat, vibrating against her lips and sending shivers down her spine.
Aragorn's hands roamed the expanse of her back, his touch leaving trails of heat in their wake. Kitra arched into him, desperate to feel every inch of his skin against hers. As they reached the shallower edge of the pool, Aragorn gently lowered Kitra onto the soft, mossy bank. She lay back, her golden hair fanning out around her like a halo, droplets of water glistening on her sun-kissed skin. Aragorn hovered over her, his eyes dark with desire as they roamed over her naked form.
"Kitra..." he breathed, his voice rough with emotion. "Are you certain?"
In answer, Kitra reached up and pulled Aragorn down to her, their lips crashing together in a passionate kiss. Her hands roamed the broad expanse of his back, fingertips tracing the ridges of muscle as she held him close. When they parted, breathless and flushed, Kitra gazed up at him with eyes hooded with desire. "I've never been more certain."
Aragorn's hand traced the curve of Kitra's hip, his touch reverent and tender. He leaned down, trailing feather-light kisses along her jawline and down the column of her neck. Kitra tilted her head back, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she lost herself in the sensation of his lips against her heated skin.
As Aragorn's kisses traveled lower, Kitra's hands explored the planes of his chest, her fingers mapping the scars and stories etched into his flesh. Each mark was a testament to his bravery, his resilience - qualities that made her heart swell with love and admiration.
Aragorn's lips found the swell of her breast, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak until it pebbled under his ministrations. Kitra arched into his touch, a breathy moan falling from her parted lips. The sensations overwhelmed her as Aragorn's mouth and hands worshipped her body, each caress igniting sparks of pleasure that coursed through her veins. Kitra's fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close as he lavished attention on her breasts, his stubble rasping deliciously against her sensitive skin.
Aragorn's hand drifted lower, skimming over the flat plane of her stomach before dipping between her thighs. Kitra gasped as his fingers found her slick heat, stroking and teasing with a skill that made her toes curl. She rocked her hips against his hand, desperate for more of his touch. He captured her lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her moans as he positioned himself at her entrance.
With a slow, deliberate thrust, Aragorn sheathed himself inside Kitra's welcoming warmth. They both gasped at the exquisite sensation, their bodies joining as one in a perfect union. Kitra's eyes fluttered closed, overwhelmed by the feeling of Aragorn filling her so completely. He stilled for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size as he peppered tender kisses along her face and neck.
"Look at me, mellith nin," Aragorn whispered, his voice rough with emotion.
Kitra's eyes opened, meeting his intense gaze. In the depths of his eyes, she saw a reflection of her own feelings - the love, the trust, the unbreakable bond they shared. Aragorn began to move, his hips rocking against hers in a slow, sensual rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through Kitra's body, building a delicious tension that coiled tighter with every passing second. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper as she met each thrust with her own. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, as if they were always meant to be joined as one.
Aragorn's lips found hers once more, his tongue delving into her mouth to tangle with her own in a passionate dance. Kitra could feel the heat building within her core, the pleasure spiraling higher and higher with each roll of his hips. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his back, holding him close as she lost herself in the sensations overwhelming her body and soul.
Kitra's breath came in ragged gasps as Aragorn's thrusts grew more urgent, his hips snapping against hers with a primal need that mirrored her own desperate desire. The coil of pleasure within her wound tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. She clung to him, her nails leaving crescent-shaped indents in the flesh of his shoulders as she drowned in the overwhelming sensations.
"Aragorn," she moaned, his name falling from her lips like a prayer.
He seemed to understand her unspoken plea, one hand drifting between their joined bodies to where she ached for his touch. His fingers found the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, stroking in tight circles that had her seeing stars. Kitra threw her head back, a keening cry torn from her throat as the added stimulation sent her hurtling towards the precipice of ecstasy.
With a final, deep thrust, Aragorn buried himself to the hilt, grinding against her in a way that had Kitra's world shattering around her. Her back arched off the mossy bank, her body trembling as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her. Aragorn's name fell from her lips in a breathless litany as she clung to him, riding out the aftershocks of her climax.
Aragorn followed her over the edge mere moments later, his hips stuttering as he found his own release deep within her welcoming heat. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin. Kitra held Aragorn close as they lay entwined on the mossy bank, their bodies still joined in the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking. She savored the weight of him pressing her into the soft earth, the heat of his skin against hers, and the sound of his ragged breathing in her ear. Aragorn lifted his head from the crook of her neck, his dark eyes meeting hers with a gaze filled with adoration and reverence.
"Kitra, melleth nin," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "You are everything to me."
Tears pricked at the corners of Kitra's eyes as she was overwhelmed by the depth of love she saw reflected in Aragorn's gaze. She reached up to caress his face, her fingers tracing the strong lines of his jaw, committing every detail to memory.
"And you are mine." She whispered back, placing her forehead on his.
They lay there, spent and breathless, the only sound filling the room the soft panting of their chests. Kitra's body felt heavy and exhausted from their passionate encounter, her limbs still trembling with lingering pleasure. She knew her strength hadn't fully returned to her yet, but she couldn't bring herself to regret the shared moment they had just experienced. The warmth between them was palpable, as if they were still connected in some ethereal way. They stayed like that for a while, lost in each other and the aftermath of their lovemaking. Time seemed to stand still in the quiet embrace of tangled limbs and heaving breaths. Eventually, Kitra closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh, feeling completely sated and at peace in this moment with the one she loved.