Legolas / Reader (3) - Part 6
Legolas did not know what to do; you had asked him to join for a bath, which he was happy about because it meant that you had still some feelings towards him. However Legolas knew that his actions, if he decided to follow you, would be considered highly inappropriate by the standards of the Mirkwood court, especially by the standards of his father, King Thranduil. On the other hand Legolas had asked you to marry him and you had accepted his proposal but on the other hand this reunion with you had not exactly gone as the elf prince had imagined and therefore he did not know whether he was still your fiancée or not.
Sure Legolas wanted to marry you. His feelings towards you had only grown deeper and more affectionate during the long, dreadful months that he had been apart from you. He was an elf and that meant that his love was eternal and therefore it did not fade away like the love of the mortal beings… which was another thing that puzzled Legolas; were you a mortal or… something else? What if you were not immortal and therefore his marriage with you would be very soon ended by you growing old and eventually dying?
The thought scared Legolas, especially because he suddenly realized that if you died, your spirit wouldn’t go to Valinor but somewhere else entirely… or maybe there was no place for your spirit in this world. What if… in few short years you would die and because you were a stranger in this world, there would be nothing for you after death? Perhaps if you returned to your own world, your spirit would rest with the spirits of your family. Could Legolas be so selfish and steal the short years of your life and then condemn you into the eternity of loneliness?
But then again, there was a possibility that you had somehow become immortal when you had crossed over the border between these two worlds. And if you were a mortal, then perhaps Valar would allow you to join Legolas in Valinor after your death because you were the one that the young prince had chosen to love. Or maybe the only thing to do was to cherish the years that you would have, you were young still after all, and not to worry about the future. That was what Aragorn and Arwen were doing; they had chosen to love each other despite the fact that Aragorn was a mortal human and Arwen was an immortal elf.
You walked into the bathroom and opened the door. The bathtub was quite small, or… quite normal-sized and it was filled with steaming water. The bathroom was lit with candles and there was a small window that was covered with a flower-patterned curtain. You took a long look at yourself in the mirror and sighed when you realized that you looked quite awful; you had dark circles around your red, swollen eyes and you were terribly pale. You lay the dressing robe as well as the towel on a chair and started to take your clothes off.
The minutes passed by but there was no sign of Legolas which made you worried; maybe something was wrong or perhaps you had insulted him with your hesitation too deeply. You removed your garments one by one as you kept your eyes fixed upon the bathroom door. The thing was that you had kind of decided that you would stay with Legolas even though you were not in love with him. You also decided that you would love Legolas anyway and maybe with time you would fall in love with him again… or not “maybe” but “most likely”. However it meant that you had to convince Legolas that you still loved him so he wouldn’t feel guilty for your decision to stay with him.
The thing was that your reasons to stay were also somewhat selfish in nature; sure you did not want to break Legolas’ heart by leaving and doom him into an eternal darkness of heartbreak but the other reason to stay was that you did not know what was waiting for you on the other side. Yes, that. You had been away almost a year and that meant that nothing was the same in your world. Hell, it was possible that you had died and this was some sort of afterlife… or perhaps you were in coma… possibly suffering from a severe brain damage due to drowning… and even if you weren’t… what was there anyway? Your… job? Most likely not anymore. Your apartment and things? Perhaps… but most likely the contract for your apartment had been ended due to the fact that you were missing… or something worse. But then there were your friends and family whom you had missed very deeply during the time you had spent in Middle Earth… and the modern world with its conveniences… like… running water and electricity.
However, there was a possibility that time did not go by in the same rhythm than in Middle Earth. Yeah, perhaps time had stopped completely and if you returned home, it would be the same and you would be able to continue your life like nothing had happened. But it was equally possible that time moved slower here than there. It would mean that you had been in Middle Earth longer than you had actually been there… Like in that movie Interstellar; one hour on that distant planet meant seven years on Earth. If that was the case here, it would mean that you had been away so long that no one that you had once known, your friends and family, would be alive anymore… so what was the point to return then? Even the modern world could have changed and be so modern that you wouldn’t recognize it anymore... or something worse; the third world war… nuclear winter… “Oh, stop it!” you commanded yourself when you noticed that your thoughts were getting too deep and depressing.
Here in Middle Earth you at least were alive or if this was just a dream, this was the most vivid dream you had ever had. Here you had met the man of your dreams and if you allowed yourself to fall in love with him, you might have a chance to experience a love story of a lifetime. A love story where Legolas stayed young forever and you grew old and died eventually. And then what? Would Legolas face heartbreak anyway and suffer a slow, painful death anyway?
You took of your clothes and turned to stare at your reflection for a moment. You tried to imagine what you would look like fifty years from now and if Legolas would be able to love you when you were old, wrinkly and gray. The thought shock you and suddenly you noticed that your eyes were filling with tears. You sniffled once and wiped a runaway tear off your cheek and just as you were about to step into the bathtub you heard a silent knock on the door.
- Yes? you asked softly, ready to grab a dressing robe to cover yourself with. “Who is it?” you asked.
- Legolas, my lady. Legolas said and asked “May I… come in?” You took a deep breath and blew off two candles; this action dimmed the bathroom even more because now there was only one candle burning in the corner, on the edge of the sink. You did not want Legolas to see that you had cried and even though you knew that the elves had super-senses, you hoped that the soft darkness would distract the prince a little.
- Yes. you replied and smiled when you saw the tall, blonde elf entering the bathroom.
- Oh, you’re not in bath yet. Is the water too hot? Legolas asked with a slightly shaky tone. He was clearly nervous, although he tried his very best to hide it. The truth however was that Legolas had never been in the presence of a naked woman and even though the thought excited and allured him, he was worried that it would be inappropriate… or too bold at least… of him to stare… or to comment on your appearance… which he loved, with or without clothes.
- No. you replied softly and reassuringly.
- Is… something wrong? the elf prince asked with a cautious tone.
- No. I was just… you said and paused for a moment as you walked to Legolas and locked the bathroom door. “…Waiting for you” you added and turned to face the elf. Legolas swallowed once and shifted his gaze elsewhere but you placed your hand on his jaw and guided him to look at you. He met your gaze and drowned into your eyes while you traced the shape of his lips with your thumb.
- The bath… Legolas spoke but you interrupted him by saying “Shhh” and pressing your index finger against his lips.
- Let me help you to get undressed. you spoke and placed your hand on the collar of his tunic, slid your hand from his jaw to his neck and then started to open the gorgeous silver clasps of his shirt. You opened them one by one slowly and finally slid the tunic off his shoulders, lay the beautiful garment on the back of the chair and pressed your hands against Legolas’ chest. You let your hands wander on the flawless skin of his shoulders, arms, sides and chest, tracing the tensed muscles and memorizing every inch of him.
You traced the waistline of his trousers and then, after the elf had gotten used to your touch and slightly less nervous, you opened the belt and helped him to undress his leather boots as well as his pants. Then you took his hand, stepped into the bathtub and gestured him to join you. Legolas followed your lead and sat in front of you, facing away from you, leaning onto your chest as you wrapped your arms around his chest. You were able to feel that Legolas was quite tensed up and he occasionally held his breath. Therefore you whispered into his ear “Breathe… in… and out. In… and out.” Legolas followed your instructions and allowed himself to relax. “Good, my dear prince” you whispered and started to massage his shoulders gently with slow, circular motions.
You sometimes pressed soft kisses on Legolas’ neck, shoulder as well as on the corner of his mouth and sometimes even nibbled his earlobe playfully. You discovered ticklish spots and chuckled slightly when the elf jerked a little or a smile appeared on his handsome face. You massaged his hands, including palms and fingers one by one, crossed your fingers with his and rubbed his legs with the soles of your feet. Slowly you dared to move further from his arms, shoulders and chest, eventually reaching his stomach and hips, but your touch remained innocent and modest at all times.
- I want to stay here with you. you stated with soft, deep voice and wrapped your arms around Legolas’ chest.
- Do you really? Legolas asked with a relieved tone that was filled with hope but also carried an undertone of slight insecurity, like he had not quite believed his ears but also wanted so much to believe that he had indeed heard and understood you correctly.
- Yes. you replied and then continued by stating “I want to see your home.” Your voice was sultry and almost seducing as you spoke against Legolas’ neck.
- And I want you to love me… you said and paused to inhale quickly. “…Like I love you” you added, knowing in your heart that it was a white lie, at the moment at least, but you were more than certain that it would change quickly. Legolas after all was perfect in every way; he was the elven prince, graceful yet strong, extremely intelligent but still warm and kind. He had soulful eyes that looked at the world curiously and expressed his feelings as well as thoughts in the most fascinating way. Besides Legolas was tall, athletic… he spoke in the most beautiful way and his voice… yes, especially when he talked in elvish, you could have listened to him hours and hours without getting bored or tired.
Legolas repeated the words that you had just said over and over again in his mind. He felt his heart bursting from happiness but at the same time there was a small shadow of doubt darkening his mind. What if you had only said what he had wanted to hear? What if you chose the life with him just to spare him from the heartbreak? What if staying with Legolas and marrying him was a sacrifice that you felt obligated to make because Legolas had saved your life? The elf prince leaned forward and turned to face you. His expression was a mixture of joy and surprise but it was also quite apparent that he was puzzled. This however did not surprise you at all considering that you had behaved in a way just a moment ago that it had made the elf prince think that you wanted him to take you back to the pond… back to the portal.
- Nothing brings me greater joy than to hear you say that you… love me. Legolas stated with a smile on his face but then his smile got a sad undertone and his expression changed hesitant. “But you’re not obligated to bind yourself to me, my lady” he continued with a somewhat nervous tone although he tried to appear calm and light spirited despite the fact that he was telling you that you were not under an oath and if you wanted to go home, Legolas would not keep you in Middle Earth against your will.
- But if you really love me… or believe that you can fall in love with me again… Legolas spoke calmly and paused to look deep into your eyes. “…With time…” he added and smiled briefly before finishing his sentence by saying “…I would be most honored to love you, every second of every day… until time no longer exists.”
- Legolas… you do realize that I will grow old, don’t you? you asked and put your hand on the elf’s cheek. “That… I will… d-“ you said but your words were interrupted by a sudden kiss. Legolas knew that you were right but he did not want to hear you saying it aloud and therefore he had muffled your sentence before you managed to say that word… “die”. Legolas had seen too much death during the war, he had lost friends and grown very fond of mortals, which was something new to him and therefore he did not want to face the possibility of losing you in few short years.
You wrapped your arms around the elf prince and pulled him close as he kept his lips firmly against yours. You enjoyed feeling his heart beating like a drum against your chest and opened your lips a little to welcome him to kiss you properly. Legolas shifted himself a little, slid his hand behind your back as he supported himself from the bathtub with his other hand. He lowered you down into the warm water and kissed you while you were submerged in the warmth. Legolas pulled you up every once in a while to catch your breath and then returned to kiss you, this time holding you on the surface as your lips danced with his slowly and intimately. You nibbled his lower lip a couple of times and teased him with your tongue, just softly brushing his lips with it and luring him to open his mouth and to deepen the kiss.
You got lost into each other, into the soft darkness, into the warmth of the bathwater and your bodies. You had missed Legolas very deeply, you had even missed being close to him even though before this you had only kissed, very modestly and with your clothes on. Now you both were naked, tangled with each other, holding onto each other almost like you were trying to convince yourselves that you were actually here, together. Legolas’ lips never abandoned yours except when he moved to worship the skin of your neck, trace your collarbones with his lips and to nibble your earlobe while he murmured sweet words of adoration into your ear.
- May I… touch you? he asked with a shaky tone after gathering all the bits and pieces of his courage.
- Of course. you chuckled and smiled against his neck. Legolas continued devouring your neck as he slid his hand slowly from your side behind your back and pulled you into his arms suddenly, so you ended up sitting on his lap, facing him. Legolas drew back a little so he was able to caress you shoulders, arms and upper back and after getting rid of most of the nervousness, he finally slid his hand lower and started to trace the shape of your breasts very softly. He was not the first man to touch you like this but he was the most patient and the gentlest of them all. He examined your expression, listened to your breathing and focused his full attention to you.
You were able to feel that Legolas loved you; it was present in every touch and in every word, you could hear it in his voice and see it in the way he looked at you. He took his time to study your physique as well as your reactions because he wanted to memorize every detail in you and to make you trust him. He desired nothing as much as he desired to make you fall in love with him and to show you that if you let him to share your life, he would do his very best to make you feel cherished and loved.
Legolas moved his hand lower after taking his time with the curves of your chest and focused his caresses on the curve of your lower back as well as your thighs. Finally he mustered enough courage to slide his hand between your legs and to feel the most private parts of your body. “Show me how to touch you” Legolas whispered and reached to kiss you. You slid your hand on his between your bodies and guided him to caress you in ways that made you pant and moan half-aloud against his mouth. You moved your hips and when Legolas seemed confident enough you removed your hand from his and let him continue on his own.
- You are truly mesmerizing, my love. he spoke as you arched your back a little and offered your breasts for him to kiss. Legolas pressed hot, openmouthed kisses on your chest, traced your curves with his tongue and nibbled your nipples gently as you moved yourself against him more intensely. You shifted yourself a little so Legolas’ fingers slid from your clit to your opening and then you lowered yourself on his two fingers. You asked him to crook his fingers while you rubbed yourself against the palm of his hand and it did not take long for you to reach your release like this. It had been such a long time since you had been touched so intimately and therefore you needed more.
Legolas stared at you with a deeply fascinated expression on his face as you closed your eyes, bit your lip and arched your back to feel his fingers as deep in your core as you could. The elf prince was mesmerized by the sounds you made; the gasps and the moans that escaped your lips as you moved yourself in the rhythm of his caresses. Suddenly you opened your eyes and engaged him into an intense stare. Legolas felt you clenching around his fingers and after whimpering a few times quite loudly, you collapsed into the elf’s arms and muffled your moans by kissing him hungrily. You kissed the prince, ravished his mouth with your tongue as your release subsided and left you shiver with passion.
Then there was a knock on the door and the maid’s voice telling you and your fiancée that it was time to retire into your room. You pressed one more kiss on Legolas’ lips and then drew away from him. The feeling of losing his warmth, losing the contact of his skin, losing his fingers filling you and reaching deep into your core… it made your heart ache and you knew that you were not done yet. You stepped out from the bathtub and extended your hand to Legolas who took it without hesitation. You helped him to get out from the tub as well and then handed him his dressing robe after drying yourselves with the large towels that you had been given.
You and Legolas took your clothes and sneaked out from the bathroom. The corridor was chilly and dark and it seemed that everyone had already gone to bed. You sneaked into your room and locked the door behind Legolas. Then you walked behind him as he was adding more logs into the fire, and when he stood up you grabbed the collar of his dressing robe and slid it off his shoulders. You turned him around and took his hand, led him to the bed and helped him to lay down. You opened your dressing robe but did not take it off because you enjoyed the feeling of silky fabric on your damp skin that was partially filled with Goosebumps. Legolas smiled at you as he tried to hide his nervousness while you crawled on top of him and stayed there, hovering over him but not allowing yourself to touch him.
You reached to kiss him, but just as you were about to land your lips on his, you stopped and stayed there waiting for the anticipation to grow too strong to handle. Legolas felt your warm breath on your lips and every time he tried to lift himself up a little, you drew back and denied him the pleasure of kissing your full, rosy lips. You brushed his nose with yours playfully a couple of times and then finally allowed yourself to kiss him. However you did not stay for a long time because there was something else that you wanted to do. You abandoned his lips and moved lower, stopped to nibble his earlobe and to massage the sensitive skin of his neck with your tongue. You moved slowly lower, trailing Legolas’ muscles with your mouth and sometimes with your wet hair that was hanging over your face freely.
You kissed Legolas’ stomach and shifted yourself between his legs which made it easier to reach your destination. You massaged the elf’s thighs, slowly getting nearer to his manhood and then first caressing the silky smooth skin with your fingertips. You could feel that Legolas was nervous; he tensed his muscles and he kept forgetting to breathe. This was the first time that anyone was touching him like this… and he was not quite sure how he was supposed to react.
- Relax. you spoke softly as you wrapped your hand around his shaft and pressed a soft kiss on his inner thigh. You felt Legolas jerking a little and swallowing nervously as new sensations spread into his entire body.
- Just… enjoy. you whispered and then moved to caress him with your mouth as your hand intensified the pleasure that you provided him.
You did everything very slowly and so the elf prince was able to relax… eventually. You kissed his manhood, licked all the sensitive spots and sucked him gently when you had made sure that Legolas enjoyed your caresses as much as you enjoyed pleasuring him with your mouth as well as your hands. You let your other hand wonder on his lower stomach, on his behind as well as on his balls while you took him deeper into your mouth. He was quite large in both dimensions and his erection was harder than your previous boyfriends’ which made you even more curious about what it would feel inside you. You slowed down just as Legolas was about to reach his release and then moved yourself to sit on his lap, with your knees on the both sides of his hips. You rubbed yourself against him and just as you were about to guide him in, Legolas said “Wait!” with a hesitant voice.
- What’s wrong? you asked with a confused and cautious tone.
- If… if we do this… we will be married in the eyes of Valar and my people. Legolas stated with a shaky tone. The truth was that he wanted you very much and he had secretly dreamed about his wedding night but the thing was that you and he were not married and therefore his actions… and yours as well… were not exactly approved… or they had consequences. These consequences were serious in nature; according to the beliefs and the customs of the elves, your lives would be bound together for the rest of your lives and your fates would be united. A union like this was no light matter for the elves and it meant that it couldn’t be that to you either.
- Then so it shall be. you said, leaned down to kiss Legolas on his lips and asked Legolas if that was what he wanted. The elf prince moaned “Yes” against your lips and after this confirmation you lowered yourself on him.
You moved yourself slowly, grinded yourself against Legolas as you enjoyed feeling him inside you. Your actions were intimate and intense; you tangled your fingers with Legolas’ and stayed very close, sometimes just smiling against his lips. Then you sat up straight and focused on the movements of your hips, the slow yet forceful rocking that was making Legolas lose his breath and moaning your name between his gasps. You lifted yourself a little and then let yourself get entirely filled by him again, leaned back to intensify the sensations that his hard member was providing you. Legolas reached to caress your breasts and pressed his palm against your heart to feel it beating fast and strong under your ribcage.
Legolas placed his hands on your waist and helped you to move, he moved his hips to match your rhythm as he followed the flow and acted according his impulses as well as his intuition. He devoured your with his eyes as he watched your beautiful body, still loosely clothed with the silky dressing robe that was open from the front, moving in front of his eyes in an intoxicating and hypnotizing way. All the shadows dancing on your skin that was glowing in the soft light of the fireplace, your hand reaching on your womanhood to intensify your pleasure and your breasts heaving as your breathing changed more rapid and erratic due to this lovemaking.
You leaned forward when you heard Legolas getting nearer to his release. You wanted to see it in his eyes, you wanted to share the moment with him like you had shared your release with him. “Look at me, my dear” you moaned as you clenched your muscles around his manhood to make his pleasure more intense. Legolas opened his eyes and raised his hips a couple of times to thrust himself into you to reach his climax. “Let yourself go” you spoke lovingly and then, quite soon after your words of encouragement, you felt Legolas tensing up under you.
You watched Legolas coming undone under you and when he finally collapsed back to the bed, completely exhausted, you lay down on him, still having him inside you and rested your head on his chest. You enjoyed the sound of his heartbeat, so strong and full of life, and the feeling of having him so close. Legolas moved his hands from your waist and wrapped them around you. He drew random shapes on your back and enjoyed the feeling of you surrounding him entirely.
- What about you, my love? he asked suddenly when he realized that you had not reached your release with him.
- What about me? you asked and lifted yourself a little so you could have eye contact with the elf.
- I must apologize… I am not that skilled lover. Legolas spoke with an apologetic expression on his face.
- What are you talking about? you asked with a deeply puzzled tone.
- You see, I have not done this before… and I am sorry that I was not able to satisfy you. Legolas stated and then added with a sincere tone “That was the thing that I desired the most.”
- My silly Legolas. you chuckled and pressed a kiss on his chest.
- I am serious, Lady (Y/N). he said and then continued with a question. “What can I do to satisfy you like you satisfied me?” he asked curiously. You told him that it was alright and tried to explain that the release was not the most important thing. "It is equally satisfying to be close to you" you explained but the prince did not let it go; he wanted to know how to make you reach your release and after arguing about the matter playfully for a moment, you gave in and asked curiously “Do you really want to know?”
- Yes. Legolas answered and rolled you on your back to the bed, ending up on top of you. “Tell me. What do you desire?” he spoke, nesting between your legs with his flaccid member still inside you. You jerked a little when Legolas moved and his member slipped out to rub your clit that still needed to be touched.
- Oh, I see. Legolas said and grinded his manhood against your womanhood again, this made you gasp and chuckle a little as the sudden waves of pleasure spread all over your body. “Something else as well?” he asked playfully.
- Actually… you said slightly hesitantly, not quite sure how to ask for what you wanted. “Yes?” Legolas asked and surprised you with an intense grinding movement that made you feel even needier.
- I want… you said and bit your lip while you tried to form your thoughts into words. You were quite unsure about what you dared to ask from the elf, considering that this was his first time but since he wanted to know, you encouraged your mind and said “I want you to tie my hands, blindfold me and explore my body with your mouth.” You waited for Legolas to say something… anything… just so you would know whether he was freaked out by your request or not. The elf however did not say anything but he sat on his knees, pulled you up to sit and then slid the dressing robe off your shoulders. He took the silky rope of the robe and gestured you to give your hands to him.
- You do not have to do this. you spoke as you offered your wrists to him to tie them together with the rope.
- Oh… don’t you trust me? he smirked at you as he wrapped the rope around your wrists and made a knot gracefully.
- Of course I trust you. you stated and lay down so Legolas was able to tie the rope to the headboard. The elf asked you if you were comfortable and made sure that the rope was neither too loose nor too tight. He apologized that he had nothing to blindfold you with and promised that the next time he would be better prepared for this.
- You must keep your eyes closed, my dearest. he mumbled against your mouth and bit your lower lip gently. He soothed the slight sting with a gentle suck and then moved between your legs so you could feel his manhood rubbing you teasingly every time he shifted himself. You however opened your eyes when you jerked as the result of the highly pleasant sensations of the contact of his flesh.
- Eyes closed, my love. he reminded you and then continued by stating “If you fail to keep your eyes shut, I will leave you unsatisfied.” You chuckled a little and closed your eyes. Yes, you had asked for this yourself so you had no one to blame than yourself for this tribulation.
Legolas kissed your neck, nibbled your earlobe and then moved to kiss your chest. He used a generous time to worship your breasts and to tease your nipples with his tongue before moving lower. The elf prince shifted himself and for a moment you lost contact with him completely but this time you kept your eyes closed like you had promised. You would let the elf to explore your body like he wanted… to study you, to find the right spots to touch you and then to become a master of satisfying you. Suddenly you felt him lifting you up and placing a pillow under your ass. He guided you to spread your legs wide open and after a moment you felt his hot mouth kissing your inner thigh hungrily.
Legolas kissed your thigh slowly, sucked the sensitive skin and bit it lightly. He let his hand wander freely on your stomach and pressed his palm firmly on your lower abdomen when he took his first lick much earlier than you had anticipated. You had expected him to tease you, to make you beg but apparently the elf was just as needy as you were. He spread your lips to discover the most sensitive areas and focused his attention on the spot that you had guided him to caress in the bathtub. It did not take long for you to start panting because your womanhood was already sensitive, basically throbbing and tingling from the slow lovemaking.
Legolas placed his two fingers on your opening and then slowly slid them in as he kept you still with his other hand and provided small electric shocks with his tongue. He crooked his fingers, rubbed your inner walls, thrust his fingers deeper and enjoyed every moan, every gasp and every drop of your sweet arousal. He was not experienced and it was somewhat apparent that this was the first time he was doing this to anyone, for example sometimes he lost the rhythm completely, making you lose the orgasm that had been building up inside you but you did not really mind. However Legolas was a keen student who took his time and learned fast from every reaction of your shivering body. He wanted to become a skilled lover and therefore he appreciated every bit of guidance you gave him… but mostly he appreciated the fact that you were his to explore and to experiment on.
The elf prince felt very proud of himself when he managed to make you whimper, to moan his name so loudly that most likely the other guests got a pretty good idea about what was happening in the room. You felt your climax getting nearer so you reached to grab the headboard of the bed and twisted your body to guide the elf to the right spots in the right way. Legolas loosened his grip a little and allowed you to move against his mouth, still keeping his fingers deep inside you.
You couldn’t hold back anymore and therefore you let the massive wave of pleasure, almost too great to take, to wash over you. You kept your eyes closed as you processed the sensations; the silk against your wrists and the cold, hard wooden headboard under your fingers, Legolas’ mouth on your pulsating womanhood and his fingers crooking inside you, rubbing your sensitive spot and demanding you to give him your all. You focused on your breathing and chuckled because you felt electrified, completely alive… and fully exhausted.
Legolas slowed down his actions and returned to nest between your legs. He licked the droplets of sweat off your stomach as well as your breasts with his tongue, teased your hard nipples with his entire mouth and pressed soft kisses on your skin as he returned to kiss your lips. The elf was aroused again so he slid in with one fluid and intense motion as soon as he had captured your lips into a passionate kiss. You wrapped your legs around his hips to allow him to get deeper and opened your eyes when he told you to do so. You kept holding onto the headboard of the bed as Legolas made love to you with intense, long thrusts while he looked deep into your eyes and connected with your soul. He grabbed the headboard as well, keeping his hands over yours and crossing his fingers with yours as he rocked himself into you.
You raised your hips a little for a better angle and enjoyed the feeling of being filled by the man you were falling in love with again… or maybe it was the cocktail of feel-good-hormones in your bloodstream that was making you feel like you had been made for this moment… for this man. Legolas was strong but gentle, he controlled his actions and even in the moment of great, overwhelming passion, he was fully focused on you which made you feel like you were the only person in the universe. You also loved the illusion of being under his command. Yes, the illusion. It was illusion because you knew that Legolas would have untied your hands anytime if you had asked him to… but like this you were completely his and you enjoyed it very much… it was also obvious that Legolas liked it as well.
- Free my hands. you pleaded just as you were about to reach your release. Legolas pulled the rope and the neat knot opened immediately, freeing your hands and letting you to wrap your arms around Legolas. He placed his weight on you and with a couple of intense thrusts you both came undone into each other’s arms.
- I’ve missed you so much. Legolas spoke as soon as he had managed to catch his breath again. The elf engaged your lips into a sweet kiss that grew deeper and then subsided into light brushes. He pulled out his throbbing, relaxed manhood and rested his head on your chest that was rising and falling in the peaceful rhythm of your breathing. You brushed Legolas’ hair that was now slightly messy and whispered softly “I’m here, I’m yours.”
Legolas smiled against your skin and listened to the sound of your heartbeat as you fell asleep almost instantly. The elf however was unable to fall asleep because there was something that was bothering him profoundly; how would his father, the great king Thranduil, react when he found out that his only child had bound himself to a mortal woman… who might not be a mortal after all, but there was no way to know. One thing was for certain though; if Legolas had understood correctly what you had told him, details about your life in your world, you were not a noble woman but a working commoner… which might not sit so well with his father.