Title & Chapter Number: A Tale of Three Elfhoods 4/5
Author(s): & Debbie - Author's Index
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I write fan fiction solely for my own enjoyment and do not claim any copyright or ownership of his works nor do I have intent to make financial gain. All original concepts and characters are from my own mind and remain my property.
Warnings: Comedy! Elfhood jokes galore! Explicit sex!
Betas: Fianna & Debbie
Cast: Pairing: Haldir/OFC, Rúmil/OFC, Orophin/OFC
Timeline: Third Age?
Spoilers: None
Summary: Haldir & brothers start their day as Peeping Toms. Events progress from there!
Notes: This is meant to be a comedy, so we hope you think it's funny. It contains shallow characterization and silly dialogue and very little plot, but it should be good for a laugh.
Chapter Four - In Which Relationships Progress
They strolled hand in hand through the little neighborhood, meeting no one along the way. A few minutes into their walk, Haldir pointed to a flet that was coming up around the corner. "I see Rúmil has forgotten to water his geraniums again," he remarked as they drew closer. "I wonder if they are still in there." He and Bella strained their ears to hear what they could, but all was silent.
With a small laugh, Bella tugged on his sleeve. "Much as I would like to get down to business with you," she confessed, "I am finding the temptation to peek on Mina and Rúmil very hard to resist."
"You must have read my mind," Haldir said with a slight leer. "I think you and I are well-suited in more ways than one. What do you say we go steal a look in the window? And we will not fall into any bushes."
"Of course not," Bella agreed. "And I think it's an excellent idea. I am dying of curiosity."
Quietly, they edged around the corner of the house and stood on the edge of the flet outside a window. Haldir shoved the curtain aside an inch. "I can't see anything. But this is the parlor. I think they must be in his bedroom. He's got another table in there."
"Well, let's just go in the front door then."
"Sounds like a plan," he said with approval.
They entered Rúmil's house and stood inside, listening. And then they heard it. Rúmil was counting! "Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven . . . Ready or not, here I come!"
They heard a pair of loud, twin moans, followed by roaring laughter.
Haldir and Bella exchanged a glance. "Sounds like they are getting along well."
"Indeed," she said. "Do you want to let them know we are here?"
"Why not?" The March Warden grinned.
Quietly, they stepped over to the bedroom, pushing the door open the tiniest bit. They certainly didn't want to startle anyone and possibly make either Rúmil or Mina fall off the table! There was no telling how they were positioned.
Bella peered in the room under Haldir's arm. At first she saw only the bed, and it was devoid of any bodies. Then she saw the window, and there was no one in front of that either. And then . . .
She immediately clamped her hand over her mouth to prevent herself from gasping, or laughing hysterically. Mina was stark naked and face-up on the antique-looking table, her hands and legs loosely tied to each corner with brightly colored scarves. Her braids had been removed and her hair hung over the edge of the table. On her belly sat a bunch of grapes and she appeared to be chewing something and trying not to laugh. Rúmil was nowhere to be seen. Where had he disappeared to in the few seconds since they had entered the home?
Before Bella knew what was happening, Haldir thrust open the door and strode in, paying no mind to poor naked Mina. "Rúmil!" he bellowed. "Where in all of Arda are you?!"
"Here!" Rúmil crawled out behind the far side of the bed. "Some of the grapes went flying when I-what in the name of Sauron's balls are you two doing in my bedroom? Don't you have anything better to do? Look at poor Mina! She's not dressed!"
"Oh, that's right," Mina complained. "Tell them to look at me! Why don't you invite everyone in?"
Rúmil stared at her. "Mina, my love, you can't be serious? I really don't think . . . oh, I see. You were being sarcastic." He turned to look at Haldir. "Big brother Hal, and dear little Bella, would you please go start the tea kettle? We will be out in a minute. Or perhaps two minutes."
Bella had been looking around with open confusion. "But where is the mirror?"
Haldir elbowed her in the ribs. "Look up."
Bella looked up. "Oh," she said. "How . . . interesting."
"Yes," the March Warden agreed. "Perhaps it's something we might consider? Oh, all right, we can talk about it later."
They left the bedroom and headed for Rúmil's kitchen. "Damn," said Haldir, "I can't drink any more tea. I'm having some of Rúmil's wine." He searched around in a high cupboard and removed a flask, while once more Bella put the kettle on the hob.
A single shriek came out of the bedroom, several more giggles, a loud, "Don't!" from Rúmil, another, "Hold still!" from Mina, and then a "You will pay for that later!" from Rúmil.
Haldir rolled his eyes. "The fun never ends, at least in my family."
Several shrieks later, Rúmil entered the kitchen wearing leggings (though still rather bulging in the center) and Mina followed in an oversized tunic. Bella handed Haldir two more goblets, sure that Rúmil and Mina would want wine instead of tea.
Rúmil eyed the flask as Haldir began to pour. "Where did you get that?" Rúmil asked.
"Your shelf, of course."
"Which shelf? The top one?"
"Yes." Haldir looked up, now somewhat suspicious. "Is there something wrong with this bottle?"
"I . . . well, no," Rúmil answered hesitatingly. "It's just . . . well, you may find it a bit . . . strong."
Haldir chuckled. "You've no respect for my own strength, do you, little brother? I'm quite sure I can down anything you can!" He handed a goblet to Rúmil, and one to Mina, and then raised his own. "Cheers."
Mina began to lift her own goblet, but Rúmil quickly placed his hand on her arm, stopping her, and he shook his head slightly. They waited for Haldir to take a swallow first.
The eldest warden lifted the goblet to his nose, breathing deep and then making a rather peculiar expression. He looked down into his cup, as if making sure no one was playing a joke on him by placing a beetle in his wine, and then brought the cup to his lips and took a large gulp.
The wine came spewing out of the warden's mouth like a flame, and he clutched at his throat and began coughing violently, all the while turning a dark shade of purple. Bella rushed over to him and slapped him hard on the back.
And Rúmil laughed. He laughed hard. Hard enough that he had to lean on the table for support, and then finally his knees gave out and he collapsed onto the floor and leaned against the wall, tears streaming down his face. Mina stood next to him, looking helpless.
At long last Haldir caught his breath and his face returned to normal color. With tears in his own eyes, but for slightly different reasons, he glared at his youngest brother. "That," he said, "was not wine. That is for soaking firewood! Sauron himself does not drink such vile Orc blood! Where did you get it?!"
Rúmil wiped away his tears with the back of his arm. Between laughs, Haldir managed to discern that Rúmil had made this fine drink himself.
Mina gingerly set her goblet back down on the table and then brought another tea-cup out of the cabinet for herself. She handed the cup to Bella. "I think I'd like some tea instead."
Bella quietly poured her tea, then got a third cup for Haldir and handed it over to him. She noticed that he drank the tea without complaint, though he did make a rather caustic remark to Rúmil about his odd preferences in the bedroom.
Rúmil glared at him. "And I suppose you have no odd tendencies? Bella, what do you think? Have you discovered my brother's secrets yet? Has he told you of his spontaneity? I believe he said earlier he meant to throw you on the ground and have his way with you wherever he happened to find you."
Bella arched her brows, and glanced at Haldir, who was now whistling and staring innocently at the ceiling. She said, "Well, perhaps I would throw him on the ground first! We shall have to see how this all plays out, Rúmil. Haldir and I are still getting to know each other in that respect."
Haldir abruptly rose to his feet. "Bella, my love, it is time to become better acquainted. Rúmil, Mina, please be at my place tonight at 7 pm. I am hosting a party for all six of us. I may have a big surprise for you all."
"I thought I'd already had your big surprise," Bella teased him. "Could anything be bigger than that?"
"Oh, you mean my elfhood?" Haldir puffed out his chest. "No, probably not, my love. Speaking of which, let us go for that little stroll in the woods. I have a tree I want to you show you."
Rúmil laughed. "Be wary, Bella. This is the tree he goes to often when he wants to daydream. Or, more appropriately, lets his imagination run wild while . . . ahem."
Haldir threw a steely glare at his baby brother. "I have my tree, you have your armoire. I'd wager you haven't let Mina in on that little secret yet, have you?"
Mina raised her eyebrow at her lover, and Rúmil grabbed her hand, pulling her in the direction of his bedroom once more. "As a matter of fact," he said over his shoulder, "I was about to do just that!"
"What is in the armoire?" Bella asked as soon as Rúmil had disappeared.
"Oh, nothing, at least not at the moment," Haldir answered with a chuckle.
"Not at the moment? What does that mean?" She suddenly gasped in realization. "Oh my! You don't mean he, uh, goes in there, does he? Can he fit?"
"Well, Rúmil is a bit shorter than me, and skinnier too, so I suppose he can fit in there just fine."
"But now he wants to take Mina!"
"I doubt he'll be able to close the door all the way." He snickered. "I locked him in there once."
"You didn't!"
"I did! But he was being a worse brat than usual, so he deserved it." He grasped Bella's hand, and led her toward the door. "Let's hurry out of here before I am tempted to do it again."
He drew her along the path to the city gates, and out into the Golden Wood. They strolled along, hand in hand, and it seemed so romantic to Bella that she gave a happy little sigh.
"What was that for?" Haldir inquired, squeezing her hand. "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong," she told him with a laugh. "I am just happy."
Haldir looked satisfied. "Yes, this is a very good day for me also. Long have I thought of you, Bella, hoping and wishing to get the chance to do what we did today. And now I am going to show you my special tree."
"What is extraordinary about this tree?" she asked curiously.
"Many things," he explained. "At the base, there is a spot where the bark is very smooth and comfortable to lean against, which you will discover when I have you pressed up against it. And above, I have built myself a nice little flet with some cushions and other amenities. You could call it a little love nest, I suppose."
"And how many other she-elves have you brought here?" she inquired.
"Only a few. No one more than once. Ah, here it is." He led her around to the far side of the tree where there was indeed an unusually smooth surface. "And now," he said huskily, as he backed her against it, "I will show you why I like this tree."
And within seconds Bella found herself undressed, her bare backside pressed against the soft smooth bark. Haldir's tunic and leggings had also been discarded.
"Dear bold, shy, smart Bella," he murmured, his elfhood once more stiff, enlarged to its previous state of enormity, "you are so lovely, and already so dear to me. Wrap your legs around my waist, my dear, so we may ride each other into a sunset blaze of pure passion."
She obliged, with a little help from him, and he pressed into her, sliding in much easier than the first time. Once more she buried her hands in his silver hair, the strands falling over her shoulder and tickling her as he kissed and licked his way around her neck and ears. She clung to him, giving herself to him, giving him all of her, all of her thoughts, all of her feelings, and desperately wanting him to take all of her body for himself.
He slowed his thrusting, placing his palms on the tree and pushing himself up so that he could look at this beauty before him. Her eyes were moist, her lips parted slightly and her chest heaving with passionate breath. He locked eyes with her, gazing into the sky-blue windows to her soul, and he loved everything that he saw.
A tear finally fell down Bella's cheek, and he leaned forward to kiss it away, his eyes never leaving hers until the last second. He nuzzled her cheek. "Why do you cry, Bella?" he murmured.
She closed her eyes for a moment, as if savoring the question, and then opened them again. "No one has ever made love to me like you have," she whispered. "So passionate, so skilled, yet so sensitive and caring."
He pressed himself against her, feeling her soft bosom against his own body, in stark contrast to his own hard, muscular chest, her petal-soft skin sliding against his. He kissed her cheek. "No one will ever love you like I can," he said softly. His hands slid down to her hips, holding her as the velocity of his thrusts increased.
She could only accept him and cling to him with her arms and with her legs, trusting him to hold her, to love her, to care for her needs. She had heard things about him, that he was arrogant and cold, but she did not see this side of him. He was a tender lover, a lusty lover, with a quick and quirky sense of humor that matched her own. And an oddly endearing set of brothers. Yes, she was definitely falling in love with him, she realized, even as she rested her head against him while he drove himself repeatedly and deeply into her. Somehow even from this position he managed to angle himself so that he was pleasuring her, stroking her with each long thrust of his glorious elfhood.
"Bella," he gasped. "Bella, oh, Bella . . ." And he let out a deep groan as his climax came, but hers had not yet come, and he seemed to realize that. He slid out of her, then before she knew it, he had lifted her in his arms and ascended into the tree, only to lay her down upon some beautiful soft cushions. "Worry not, dearest. I will complete your pleasure now."
He lay between her legs, nudging them open just a bit, and he kissed the inside of one knee, then the other. His strong hands massaged her calves, relaxing her muscles and touching her in such a way as to almost make her drowsy. He lifted her leg ever so slightly and flicked his tongue across the back of her knee, making her shudder. He kissed her thighs, where his hands now massaged, his lips following his nimble fingertips. He glanced up at her.
She leaned back against the pillows, appearing rather petite and delicate amidst all the oversized cushions, and it struck him that she looked just as he had always pictured the goddess Varda to look were she to take on elven form. The half-closed lids, eyes masked behind long, thick lashes. The full, rose-colored lips that bestowed sweet, rich kisses, kisses that made his knees tremble and hands shake and heart pound erratically. The elegant neck that led down to well-defined shoulders and collar and then on to a supple bosom. Yes. Bella was indeed a goddess!
He lowered his head again, stroking his tongue along her inner thigh, traveling higher and higher until he reached her maidenhood. He trailed his tongue along the split of her body, and he heard her release a pent-up sigh. He continued his work, his mouth and tongue and skilled fingers building up a fire within her; her legs began to quiver and her hands gripped the cushions beneath her, and she released an impassioned moan that sounded much like his name.
He pulled himself up beside her, and drew her against him. "Bella," he said quietly, "despite all the funny business today, and all the jokes and silliness and eccentricity, I think I'm falling in love with you. In fact, I think it's a done deal."
"I feel the same," she confessed. "And even though we have been very, very silly, it has been the most fun that I have ever had. And I never want it to stop."
"Well," he said frankly, "it never will, my love. My brothers and I have been this crazy for millennia, and we aren't going to change now. Insanity runs unbridled in my family. If you bind with me, you will have to realize this."
Bella's heart leaped. He was asking her to bind with him! "If I bind with you," she said, "I have a few requirements of my own. The first, of course, is that your elfhood is not constantly on public display for the other she-elves."
"But of course," he agreed. "And the same goes for those lovely knockers of yours."
She smacked him on the chest. "I am not the one who was running all over the city stark naked, my love. It was you and your two crazy brothers."
Laughing, he rolled over on top of her, pinning her down with his body. "And why did that happen, my bold, shy, clever Bella? Because someone stole our clothes!"
"But Haldir, my darling pumpkin, it was the three of you who removed your clothes and intruded without invitation into our private bathing time."
He grinned and kissed her on the lips. "And it's a damned good thing we did! Or else the two of us would not be here right now."
She gently pushed him off of her, then snuggled closer to him, resting her head in the crook of his arm. "Was this the surprise you had planned for our friends later this evening? The announcement of our binding?"
He gave her a gentle squeeze. "I was hoping so, my love. But you have not yet accepted."
She said nothing for a moment; her thoughts were racing. Of course he would be honorable and keep his elfhood tucked firmly in his leggings, were they to bind. A binding! She hadn't thought it would happen so soon, though she had occasionally fantasized about such a thing with the March Warden. Who wouldn't want to be bound to this incredibly hunky, courageous, noble elf? And lusty elf, too.
She could imagine spending long days with him, and summer holidays and cold winter nights. But could she wait for him when he was out on patrol, when he was gone for weeks and sometimes months at a time? And she couldn't forget that he was the Captain of all the Galadhrim! Could she bear it if and when he went off to war? Could she trust him, and be loyal to him, and believe in him?
Yes. Yes, she could. There was no question.
She moved atop him, pulling herself up to face him. "I have already given you my body. Now I give you my heart. I give you my soul. I want to bind with you, Haldir. There is nothing I want more."
"Oh, my darling, sweet, bold, shy, clever, lovely Bella, that is such wonderful news!" He clasped her fervently against him. "Er, you never mentioned your other requirements though. Would you care to do so now before we commence with the ceremony?"
"My other requirements are simple. You will not order me around like I am one of your wardens. I am willing to do your laundry, but you must help with the dishes, and occasionally the food preparation. And when we have elflings-"
"Elflings! Ah, Bella, what a joy that will be! Er, as long as that will not interfere in any way with our other activities. It certainly did not with my own parents."
"Where are your parents, Haldir? Did they sail west?"
"Yes, years ago. My father wanted a change of scenery. He was one lusty elf, let me tell you, always chasing my mother around with a big bulge in his leggings and a silly grin on his face. They were quite a comical pair! When we go to Valinor, you will meet them."
"I look forward to it," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "And it is good to know that the passion does not fade with the passing of the centuries."
"Not in my family, it doesn't! All the males in my family are born with large and healthy elfhoods. So have we gone over all the requirements?"
"Well, you interrupted my final one. When we have elflings, my love, I will expect you to help with the changing of the dirty nappies."
For a moment, Haldir looked as though she had taken a knife to his male organs, then he swallowed his dismay. "Uh, of course, darling. I'll be glad to help," he added heartily.
Bella smiled blissfully. "Oh, Haldir, you are the perfect elf!"
Haldir beamed from ear to ear. "Oh, Bella, bind with me now! My elfhood is ready and waiting and yours to command."
"Yes," she murmured wickedly, "I see it saluting."
~*~*~*~
At the same time this was happening, Lira and Orophin were reaching their own agreement.
". . . and I don't want your elfhood on display for all to see!" Lira was saying, playfully swatting him as he lay next to her on the bed.
"Contrary to what you might think, it's not a habit of mine to run around Lórien naked," he said, sounding a bit indignant.
She laughed and kissed his nose. "I know it's not. But, Ori dear, you mustn't let your naughty brothers put you up to such things any more!"
"I came willingly, my love." He smiled. "I came after you, after you were naughty and didn't return with our clothes."
"What can I say? I enjoyed the view too much to let it be marred by such things as clothes!" She blushed scarlet at the admission.
He laughed in delight. "Was there anything else, my love? Any other requirements before our binding?"
She shook her head. "What about yours?"
"I have only one, and that is that you change your ' Orophin' tattoo to say 'Lira Orophin'. And when you change it, I want to watch."
"I know better. You don't want to watch the tattooing. You want to watch me turn myself into a knot!"
"Yes, I do," he admitted, his voice amused. "I might be able to take advantage of the situation."
She raised an eyebrow. "If I am going to change mine, you must get one too, to say the same thing! 'Orophin Lira', on your left cheek."
"No, I want mine on the opposite side of yours." He slid his arm under her and pulled her over him. "I love you. I want to do everything that you do. I want to share everything with you." He squeezed her tight. Then he asked, his voice husky with passion, "Shall we commence with the binding?"
In answer, she lowered her head and drew him into a deep kiss.
He parted his lips, plunging his tongue inside her mouth, mating their tongues as his hands went to her soft, lovely breasts. Suddenly, he pulled away. "Lira," he panted, "before we start, I do have one burning question to ask that has been driving me insane. I just keep getting so distracted by your charms that I forget to ask. Oh, there you go again," he added.
Her hand had wrapped around his elfhood, her thumb rubbing its velvet tip with surprising expertise for such a shy and timid maiden. She was a fast learner, he thought proudly. A clever girl, just the sort her liked.
"What is this burning question, my sweet Orophin?" Lira whispered.
"My question is this: what were you doing behind the tree at the bathing pond?"
Lira blushed prettily. "Oh, Ori, I followed you, of course. I thought you might be bathing. I did not know the others would be there."
"Really?" He was flattered and pleased. "You wanted to see my elfhood?"
She nodded. "And the rest of you, my dear. Your broad chest and your biceps and your back and legs. You are really quite a studly elf."
"I am, aren't I?" Orophin sighed contentedly. "Some people think Haldir is the studly one, but you and I know better, eh? Thank you for telling me this, my love. Now let us get back to the business at hand."
"In hand, you mean?" Lira asked, blushing once more at her little joke.
"That too," he agreed with a chuckle. "You are a naughty girl, and I am going to show you how to be even naughtier." He smacked her lightly on the bottom, then rolled on top of her. "Let the binding begin," he murmured as he pressed himself into her.
~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, just a few flets away . . .
Mina flung open the armoire door and fell out, gasping. "Air!" she croaked. "Finally, fresh air!"
Rúmil tumbled out after her, carefully avoiding stepping on his lover. He collapsed onto the bed. "Whew!" he panted, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "I don't think I've ever gone for that long!"
Mina pulled herself up from the floor and crawled onto the bed with him. "I don't think I've ever gotten my legs so . . . high." She giggled.
He turned to face her, smiling and still breathing hard. He kissed her hard, then said, "So what do you think, my love? Do you remember what I asked you?"
"About us binding? I did hear that. I was paying attention, my sweet, though I never imagined you would talk so much during lovemaking."
He released a mock gasp. "Does that mean you have actually imagined us together?"
"Yes, I fantasize about you quite often." She colored ever so slightly.
Pleased to learn this, he moved atop her, fitting himself nicely between her legs. "Do I really talk too much during sex?"
She lifted her head and kissed his chin. "I wouldn't say too much. But I hope you don't expect it to be a two-way conversation when you continually take my breath away."
"I wouldn't want to bore you, my love," he said earnestly.
"You could never bore me! Not in the eternities we will spend together."
"Does that mean you will bind with me?"
"Yes, darling, sweet, funny Rúmil, as long as this time we do things my way."
"Oh?" Rúmil said, looking very interested. "Did you have a new idea?"
"Perhaps not new," Mina murmured, her arms wrapping around his waist, "but it might be new for you."
Rúmil's eyes grew wide with excitement. "Ooooh, Mina, what did you have in mind? Not the roof, I hope. I tried that once, and-"
"No, my silly wonderful Rúmil, I am talking about the bed."
"The bed?" For an instant he looked disappointed, then he grinned, his blue eyes alight with merriment. "I must admit, I have not done it in a bed in a long time. And you have been an awfully good sport about my ideas. I will be as good a sport for you. The bed it is!"
"And before we bind, I do have two requirements you must agree to."
His chin lifted. "Indeed? And what are they?"
"First, this fabulous elfhood is not to be displayed so prominently in public any longer." Her hand closed around his fully erect shaft, stroking it in a light, firm, up and down rhythm. "I prefer to keep things a bit more private, and if I am to be your wife, I would like to think that I see something that others do not."
"Oh, yes . . . very well," Rúmil replied, arching his body a little in response to the teasing strokes of her hand. "What . . . is the . . . other requirement?"
"Fifty-fifty," she said. "You have your ideas and I have mine. You like your table and your armoire, and that is fine, but I may have some ideas of my own."
He captured her wrist, stilling her for a moment so he could concentrate on what she was saying. "Are you saying you are adventurous, Mina, my love? Are you a nature elf?"
"As a matter of fact, I do enjoy outdoor activities. Very much. I must say I was a little disappointed when we left the lake. I was very much looking forward to a little romp with you in the water. In fact, the lake is one of my most favorite hideaways."
He looked at her quietly for a moment, a curious expression on his face. "I think," he finally said, "that I have heard you there before."
"You have?" she asked, startled.
"Yes," he nodded. "Now that I think about it, I do believe it was you. Your sweet moans are unmistakable, and I remember noticing how charming they were at the time." He grinned. "I didn't look for you, though. I was occupied with my own activities at the time." As if demonstrating, he thrust his hips against her, making her gasp at the movement as his elfhood pressed further between her thighs. He kissed her neck, nipping her in a lighthearted manner as he glanced up at her face.
She caressed his back, running her fingers lightly up and down his spine. "And I do so love beautiful places, Rúmil! Under the stars. Under the open sky. And anywhere where the first rays of the sun can be seen at sunrise."
"And what about in the rain?" he asked, his voice slightly muffled as he took her nipple in his mouth.
"Yes," she breathed. "In the rain, at the lake."
He flicked her nipple with his tongue, enjoying the hardness of it, then he reached up and shifted her, oh so gently, so that her head lay back more comfortably against the pillows. Never before had he felt such tenderness toward a she-elf. He was playful by nature, rowdy and bawdy, often mischievous and lewd. He was a fierce warrior in battle, as enthusiastic with his fighting as he was with his partying. For him, sex was as natural as breathing, a wholesome activity to enjoy, to revel in, to explore. But tenderness was new to him, and as with anything new, he plunged into it with wholehearted delight.
"I love you, Mina," he whispered. "I love you. I love your exquisite body, your soft hair, your eyes. Your eyes are like the summer sky, your lips are like June roses, your nipples are like rosebuds covered in nectar, your stomach and thighs so smooth and soft and pale, like the petals of nephridil. And your maidenhood is soft and wet and sweet and so eager for my touch that I cannot get enough of it." As if to prove this, he knelt between her thighs and bent to offer her the practiced pleasure of his tongue and mouth.
Mina's back arched as she moaned with pleasure, and her cries made him smile as he lapped and teased her hidden pearl, bringing her nearly to the point of no return. Sensing she was close, he moved up and covered her with his body. "No last remarks?" he murmured, regarding her with adoring eyes. "No addendums or amendments to our former discussion?"
"No, my love. Take me now. I am ready to bind with you."
And so it was that Rúmil the Rowdy was transformed into Rúmil the Romantic, writer of odes and sonnets and keeper of Mina's most precious passions and secrets.
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