Title & Chapter Number: Paramour 3/?
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Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We do not own any of the characters except Tinuvel. The rest are property of JRR Tolkien and others. This is just for fun, no profit is made... blah blah blah...
Warnings: Devirginizing hot sex between two males.
Betas: EmberVixen and Leanan
Cast: Saelbeth/Tinuvel
Timeline: TA AU
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: Young Saelbeth was found as a parentless Elfling and has been raised in Imladris all of his life feeling he belonged with no one until he meets Tinuvel, a healer's apprentice taken to Imladris by Erestor as a favor for an old friend. The two Elflings become fast friends, until one day, Tinuvel's feelings for Saelbeth begin to change. When did his friend suddenly become so attractive. . .and so arousing?
Notes: Tinuvel is entirely Leanan's creation. Enjoy him. He's a hottie. Hehehehe..... And as for Saelbeth, he is a non-canon character, so I made him like I see him. And I see him this way. He rocks.
Desire??.......yes..... I mean, no...... !! Tinuvel’s thoughts battled within his mind, though his body responded to the sentiment with arduous eagerness.
Before the healer could utter a reply from his slightly gaping mouth, Saelbeth silenced it with his own in a tauntingly passionate kiss, his tongue slipping between the full lips enticingly.
The warmest of lips covered his own and in a heated response, one he had kept in denial for quite some time, he pushed back against the exploring mouth, his tongue curling around Saelbeth's in a mirrored reaction. He knew not what he was doing, but simply followed what was being offered to him, and whatever it was, he desired it. With a groan of frustrated pleasure, Tinuvel pressed harder against Saelbeth, trying to assuage his need, but knowing not how to accomplish it.
Saelbeth plundered the young healer’s mouth with his tongue relentlessly. Oh, how wonderfully sweet his friend tasted! He could lie within the pale gold of the sun’s rays all afternoon and simply kiss Tinuvel, who submitted to him with such innocent ease, so willing and tender. None had compared to the unexpected ardent honey of the healer. And the way Tinuvel rubbed against him. . . as if he desperately needed Saelbeth. . .simply had to have him. . . it was nearly too much for the archer to bear!
A plaintive whimper arose from the healer’s throat as he clutched at Saelbeth’s shoulders, the archer matching it with a rather lurid sort of purring growl as he pressed Tinuvel against his body, hands snaking beneath the other’s tunic to feel the hardening muscles of his flat stomach. The healer emitted a short gasp at the touch of Saelbeth’s questing fingers and the pale-haired Elf suddenly wondered if his hands were cold. No matter, the fevered warmth of Tinuvel’s young body would chase all manner of chill away quite shortly.
With a traveling hand, Saelbeth crept downward to the laces of Tinuvel’s breeches, nimble fingers working deftly to unfurl the leather ties, the tip of one digit slipping beneath the waistband of the other’s garment, the knot at last giving in to the calculated manipulations of Saelbeth’s touch. His fingers met the nest of moist curls and slid slowly further into the depths of Tinuvel’s breeches.
The healer’s eyes closed tightly, all his concentration centered upon the feel of the archer moving beneath him. The Elf's body was firm and unyielding to his desperate advance, but that seemed to be a good thing for Tinuvel’s body was responding with sensations that he had never dreamed of experiencing while traveling this road to arousal on his own.
And this was no leisurely stroll either. He was barreling down at full speed, barely able to contain the desire that was beginning to swell eagerly between his legs.
And suddenly Saelbeth's hands were in uncharted territory, the muscles of the Tinuvel's belly clenching at the touch of the others exploration. The healer attempted to follow the action with his own hands when he felt the warm fingers broach the top of his breeches.
With a sharp intake of breath he tensed and stilled completely at the unexpected advance, a shiver creeping down his spine and his aroused member jerking against his body in its anticipation. The rush of heat to Tinuvel's groin hit him like a brick wall, and as Saelbeth's hand brushed against his erection he jolted at the intense reaction, his body stiffening in response. It was all too much. He could not do this!
With a jerk of his body, Tinuvel straightened and pulled away from Saelbeth's hand, leaving the Elf wide eyed in surprise. Turning quickly away, the healer tried to hide his obvious arousal, his breathing coming in rasping pants, his eyes squeezing shut against the throbbing pull of his desire.
"Saelbeth...... I cannot.....no.........." Tinuvel's voice was a graveled rasp as he tried desperately to swallow down his lust.
Saelbeth wrung his hands with a sigh. “It’s my hands, isn’t it? Everyone says they are always so cold. . .I am sorry. . .I should have warmed them first!”
His friend cast him a dubiously confused stare and Saelbeth’s befuddlement grew ten-fold. If not his frigid fingers, then what. . . ?
“Tinuvel. . .I do not understand,” Saelbeth said, his brow furrowing in the most puzzled of expressions. “Do you not desire me? I thought. ..”
Tinuvel turned back abruptly to face the confused archer. He was getting it all wrong. Holding up his hand to halt any further rationalizing, the healer interrupted Saelbeth's self doubt.
" Tis not you, mellon-nin, "he whispered, his eyes daring to meet the others in a nervous gaze. " And it not for any lack of desire" The healer paused, his next words, though necessary, extremely difficult to utter. " It’s just that....." Tinuvel's eyes dropped to his lap, "It’s just that I do not know what to do...."
A shuddering breath escaped his chest and the healer felt a bit light headed. What would Saelbeth think of him now?
A look of relief slackened Saelbeth’s features and he almost laughed aloud. “So, that is it! You mean it isn’t me?” Then, upon the look of utter mortification that crossed Tinuvel’s face, he quickly corrected his statement. “Oh. . .merilin. . .no, no. . .I did not mean. . .”
"No my friend," replied Tinuvel with a ghosted smile. " ‘Tis not you..." The healer relaxed a bit, the archer’s lighthearted response breaking the tension somewhat.
Laying a gentle hand upon his friend’s knee, Saelbeth shook his head, rolling his eyes at his own tactless words. “Mordor fires, Tinuvel. . . I had no idea. . .I mean. . .have you. . .?” Saelbeth swallowed, wincing slightly, “Ever? Never? With no one?”
Tinuvel swallowed hard at the touch upon his leg. For some reason his friend had a hard time understanding his position.
" No....Sael, never..... with no one." Suddenly the healer felt quite inadequate. " I mean well ...It's not like I never wanted to or anything..... it's just that well I've been really busy and......." Tinuvel clenched his hands in frustration " No Saelbeth I have never done this."
Saelbeth blinked uncomprehendingly for a moment, opening his mouth to speak but then thinking better of it as realization finally granted him the grace of blessed clarity and saved him from further humiliating his friend with obnoxious questioning.
“Forgive me, mellon. . .” Saelbeth said gently, moving to take Tinuvel’s hand within his own. “It is just that you are so. . .you are so. . .” Fingers brushed the thick curtain of the healer’s hair aside, hooking it behind one tapered ear tip. “You are so beautiful. . .I cannot believe that none have ever. . .”
Silencing himself once more, lest he say something else to remind Tinuvel of his grandiosely blatant idiocracy, he traced a finger along the curve of his friend’s jaw.
“I would. . . love to show you how. . .if you will have me,” Saelbeth said at last, his touch lingering upon the smooth skin.
Tinuvel felt the blush creeping on before he could stop it. What Saelbeth was offering was indeed gracious and obviously something the healer desired, but did he offer it out of pity for his situation or out of need as well?
“Saelbeth.. are you sure that this task is something you wish to undertake? I am quite sure that I know very little to satisfy you."
The archer smiled gently. “Oh, but you will. . .and how else would one learn? Do you not think that someone once taught me?” He placed Tinuvel’s hand upon his bare chest, trailing it downward. “Merilin. . . I do very much desire you. . .and if you will allow me, I shall show you just how much. . . “
The healers eyes never left his friend's, searching them for any signs of trepidation or condescension, but finding only the azure clarity darkening to the color of the twilight sky.
Nervously Tinuvel's fingers flexed against the smooth of Saelbeth's chest, the archer’s heartbeat thrumming against the palm of his hand. The healer, though nervous, found it reassuring that the archer’s heart beat as heavily as his, for he was quite sure that it would pound out of his chest as Saelbeth guided his hand down the muscled planes of his body.
The silken smooth of skin met with the courser fabric of breeches and the healer’s breathing halted once again as it passed over the leathered stays that housed that which made Saelbeth male. A panic began to gnaw at the healer’s belly and his hand tensed, but the archer simply circled his fingers about his palm, his calming gaze assuring him that he was safe and desired.
Tinuvel’s finger traveled downward, shyly grazing the heated bulge that strained beneath the confines of Saelbeth’s clothing. The archer was most certainly excited. . .there was no doubting that given the swollen state of his arousal. . .
Saelbeth moaned softly as Tinuvel’s timid touch sampled his desire with probingly curious fingers. A carefully measured manner of control was required here. . .something that Saelbeth was not particularly used to, for he very much wanted his friend to stroke him without the cover of his breeches. . .and to return the favor himself. But he stilled his passions patiently, savoring the healer’s gentle exploration.
After several achingly tense moments, Tinuvel’s fingers came to linger upon the ties of his garment, almost as if uncertain as to if he should traverse such unknown terrain, but Saelbeth leaned closer to kiss his lips softly, urging him onward with the aid of his free hand.
The knotwork proved to be annoyingly stubborn for Tinuvel’s hand alone and Saelbeth assisted him in the unlacing of his breeches, the leather stays loosening at last, allowing the folds of material they had bound to fall open, revealing a thatch of pale curls reminiscent of the color of the archer’s silken mane.
Involuntarily, Saelbeth arched his hips towards the tips of Tinuvel’s fingers which now rested just beyond the border of his rather ardent hardness.
“Ooooh. . .Merilin. . .touch me. . .saes. . .” Saelbeth pleaded with a longing sigh, his silvered hair spilling over his shoulders as he tipped his head back with a shuddering pant.
The archer's plaintive entreaty made the gnawing in Tinuvel's belly escalate to a shiver that traveled his body and left his arousal twitching against his belly. Watching Saelbeth's face for signs of reassurance, the healer let his fingers tangle within the moist curls, the back of his hand lightly brushing the swollen heat of pale Elf’s shaft.
As a healer Tinuvel had handled many intimate body parts and of course, knew the feel of his own erection more than well enough, but this was entirely different. The pulsing heat of the archer's arousal against his fingers made his body ache, made him want to touch him more, and not just with his hands.
Boldly, Tinuvel wrapped his slender fingers around the pillared erection as he would his own need, his thumb coming up to circle the dusky plummed head. Saelbeth shivered at his touch, but still did not move, allowing the young healer the chance to explore his body unheeded.
Slowly Tinuvel traced the length of the archer’s shaft from base to tip, marveling at how though similar it was to his own, in function and need, it was completely intoxicating to him in form and texture.
“Saelbeth...you are most beautiful,' he whispered, sliding his hand along the solid member again.
“As are you. . .Tinuvel,” Saelbeth murmured, moaning deep within his throat as the healer slowly stroked him into ever-hardening bliss.
Leaning closer once more, Saelbeth slipped his hands beneath the hem of Tinuvel’s tunic.
“I wish to see more of you, meleth. . .” His fingers grasped the edges of the garment, pulling it up and away to reveal the sleek smoothness of Tinuvel’s body.
By the Valar, his friend was more exquisite than he ever could have imagined! Had he always been as such? Each muscle was lithely defined into what would grow to be hardened perfection, every curve lean and wiry. A wicked smile curved Saelbeth’s lips as he gathered the healer into his embrace, pressing their naked flesh together, his hands roaming over Tinuvel’s sides and over his back, caressing and stroking. The feel of Tinuvel’s skin was like warmly silken velvet, molding to Saelbeth’s every touch. The archer could not resist running his tongue along the pale curve on Tinuvel’s throat, tracing the swell of his collarbone, trailing down his chest. The dusky tip of a nipple beckoned to him from the corner of his eye, taunting his roving tongue with its stiffened posture. Saelbeth seized it with a low growl, covering it with his mouth, laving his tongue in heated circles around the dark perimeter before suckling the hardened apex until Tinuvel gasped with pleasure.
Tinuvel soon found that it was one thing to be in control, to be the one touching and caressing, for that derived a certain powerful pleasure, but it was something exquisitely different to be on the receiving end of the touch, to be explored instead of exploring.
The healer could not have prepared himself for the touch of Saelbeth's hands upon his heating flesh, the roughened tips of the archers fingers rasping over skin trailing tingling fire in paths along his body.
With their bodies pressed together, chest to chest, Tinuvel could feel the play of lean muscle against him moving with his movement, creating a different and erotic sensation. Allowing his mind to wander for a brief moment the healer wondered how it would feel to press his whole body against Saelbeth's, to feel all of his lean hardness molded to his.
No sooner had his thoughts honed in on the fantasy of Saelbeth beneath him when a spiral of heated desire spiked through his body. Tinuvel gasped at the moist suppleness of the archer’s mouth against his nipple, its smooth slickness laving him into shivering moans of prickling arousal. Only once had he touched himself there in pleasure, but it did not even begin to compare to the delight of his friend’s suckling mouth.
Eliciting a growl from his chest, Tinuvel found his hand wrapped in the pale lengths of Saelbeth's hair holding his head steady upon this new discovered delicacy.
At the sound of Tinuvel’s rumble of pleasure, Saelbeth fixed his attention upon the other nipple, sucking it into the warm confines of his mouth while thumbing his previous target with a teasing flick just hard enough to steal the breath from the healer’s lungs momentarily.
Tinuvel arched against him, his head thrown back, dark hair trailing in serpentine waves past his shoulders. To think what he would do as Saelbeth’s touch traveled further down. . .closer. . .
With a rather devious smile, Saelbeth pulled away from the heated embrace, leaning back against the generous mound of pillows and shimmied out of his breeches, tossing them over the side of the bed into an anonymous pile of clothing near the window. He was acutely aware of Tinuvel’s blatant assessment of his naked body. . .especially a certain area between his thighs which practically begged for the other’s touch, for Tinuvel’s hands were so unlike his own. . .smooth and gentle. . .and very practiced.
Certainly, he would enjoy seeing Tinuvel shed the remainder of his garments as well and given the way his friend was looking at him, it would not take much coaxing in the matter. Perhaps he would initiate his desire. . .
One hand reached out, resting upon the partially tied laces of Tinuvel’s breeches, slowly untwining the leather stays, his eyes never leaving those of the healer, until the material fell away, the dark hinting curls greeting his questing fingers. This time, Tinuvel did not shy away from his touch, but rather pressed himself boldly against Saelbeth’s hand, urging him onward until his fingers met with the heated hardness nestled within the thatch of curls.
Tinuvel's eyes fluttered shut and he held fast to the breath in his lungs. Saelbeth's feather-light touch was almost his undoing. Even though he had anticipated the action his hips thrust forward involuntarily seeking to maximize the contact , and his muscles tensed, their rigid posture intensifying the already toe curling sensations that rippled through his body.
“By the Gods!” Saelbeth exclaimed suddenly, his fingers wrapping around the column of flesh. . . barely.
A small whimper escaped the healer’s parted lips as his tongue darted out to moisten tingling flesh. A sudden urge to taste every inch of his friend's body washed over him and the young healer began to lean forward when he was stopped mid movement by Saelbeth's astonished tone.
Fearing the worst, Tinuvel quickly glanced down to the rock hard flesh in the archers grasp. Perhaps he was inadequate or lacking in some way. No wonder he had never done this before. He must be freakish.
"Saelbeth...I.....I'm sorry.........I didn't want to disappoint you..." , he whispered amid panting breaths.
Tinuvel closed his eyes again and swallowed hard, the echo of his pounding heart thrumming in his ears in rhythm to the throbbing between his legs.
Saelbeth’s eyes widened in astonishment at his friend’s sentiment. “Disappoint….? Oh, no. . .merilin. . .no. . .!” His hand never leaving the healer’s rigid member, Saelbeth leaned against Tinuvel’s body which fairly trembled beneath his touch.
His free hand threaded through the dark hair gently, his lips finding the softness of the healer’s neck and lingering there. “Forgive me, meleth-nin. . . I have chosen my words tactlessly.”
The archer’s thumb rubbed along the throbbing ridge of Tinuvel’s arousal, his touch moistened by the slick pearl of desire that welled from the tip of the proud flesh.
“You are magnificent, meleth. . .beautifully so. . . but I have never noticed how. . .” Saelbeth paused, searching for a term that would not offend. “well-endowed you are,” he said at last, his eyes traveling downward with an appreciative smile. “By the sea and stars, you shall be the envy of Imladris with such a . . .” He stopped short, choosing to allow the last thought to remain a mystery as he kissed his way down Tinuvel’s chest. . .tongue swirling across each nipple, trailing down the taut stomach, circling his navel. . . “I must taste you, merilin. .. “
Eager lips closed over the impressive arousal, slickening it with warm saliva, tongue laving the underside with a languid wash. . . and then suckling. . .
Tinuvel languished under Saelbeth's touch, his concern over his disappointing physical attributes melting away as the archers beautiful mouth played against his tingling flesh and his hand stoked him gently. No one had ever touched him this intimately before and after a brief moment of adjustment he began to relax.
Tendrils of desire crept up his thighs as his friend's tongue revisited the hardened peaks of his nipples, making him shudder and tremble for want of more....and Saelbeth complied......A warm mouth traveled across his belly and Tinuvel tensed at the oddly erotic sensation, his arousal twitching against the archers fingers in response to his rising passion.
Unable to stifle the moan of pleasure that rose from his chest, the healers head rolled back and his hands gripped Saelbeth's leanly muscled shoulders for support. The archers lips left his belly and Tinuvel panted as soft breath fanned the tip of his erection the cooling sensation making the blood pound in his ears.
Suddenly the most exquisite moist heat surrounded him and Tinuvel's entire world centered upon his groin, all the blood in his body rushing at once to that one destination.
A growl followed by Saelbeth's barely recognizable name fell from the healer’s open mouth as his hips thrust forward instinctively burying himself to the hilt into the warm cavern of the archer’s mouth.
"Aiya........... Sael....," he rasped, his breath catching as he tried to move against the bedclothes.
Tinuvel dug his nails into his friend’s shoulder as the intense throbbing in his groin began to pulse erratically.
“Mmmm…” Saelbeth rumbled as Tinuvel’s body began to respond wildly to the erotic tickle of his tongue.
The healer’s short nails carved crescents of pleasure into his upper body as Saelbeth intensified the suction of his mouth, sliding Tinuvel’s entire impressive length past his lips and down his throat, coating him in warm saliva from base to tip. He could feel the desperate twitch of Tinuvel’s heat intensifying, building to the height of climactic tolerance before release would overtake him. . .
Steadying himself upon the soft pallet of his bed with both hands, Saelbeth lowered his body closer still until he lay upon his belly, gripping Tinuvel’s hips firmly, the thrum of the engorged arousal within the warmth of his mouth escalating to a fervent throb as he massaged the veined flesh sensuously with his tongue.
The rush of his release was upon him before he could fully comprehend his position, and for a split second Tinuvel panicked for he was still buried deep with in Saelbeth's mouth. Desperately he squeezed his eyes shut hoping to stave off the inevitable, but he was beyond the point of no return and the archers did not seem to be giving any signs of slowing down
In fact Saelbeth had settled himself closer, suckling his shaft with such relish that Tinuvel was quite sure the blonde elf was enjoying this as much as he was.
“Sael........Sael!!!!" he warned, his fingers grasping the silken tresses that swept across his friend’s shoulders as the sweet pulsing tingles intensified into orgasmic release.
Tinuvel’s mouth fell open and his eyes squeezed shut tightly as Saelbeth led him quickly over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure squeezed from the pit of his belly and he felt his face go numb at the intensity of his completion.
The fingers that had tangled the archer’s hair flexed and pulled the suckling mouth hard against the spasming root of his desire as he filled it with his essence.
Whimpers of satisfied relief, followed by a shuddering gasp marked the final throes of Tinuvel’s release. Relaxing his grip on the archer’s hair, the healer slumped forward, his body blushing with a crimson flush.
Licking the remnants of Tinuvel’s sweet elixir from his lips, Saelbeth resurfaced with a lop-sided grin, enfolding the panting healing into his embrace and kissing him upon the mouth lingeringly.
“I could make you come for me all afternoon, merilin,” the young archer said huskily as he drew Tinuvel further into his arms, stroking the dark softness of the healer’s hair with one hand as he so often had done in the past. “Stay with me. . . “
Saelbeth curled his body around that of his friend and pulled him gently onto the bed, kissing the full lips tenderly, his tongue tracing their ripened plumpness teasingly.
“Lirimaer,” he breathed, one hand trailing across the taut flesh of Tinuvel’s stomach, eliciting a tremble of delight from his friend’s recovering body. “You are exquisite beyond words. . .”
When he had recovered enough to start breathing again, Tinuvel quickly toed off his boots and squirmed out the twisted fabric of his breeches, letting them slip over the edge of the bed. Though it had been literally only moments since his release, the healer found the press of Saelbeth's mouth to his igniting his desire anew and a craving for the feel of his bare flesh against him.
Tentatively, he let his tongue trace the supple bow of the archer's lips and found he tasted of nothing Tinuvel had ever sampled before. How many times in the last few months had he dreamt of doing such a thing?
Boldly, he entered the mouth that had brought him so quickly to his peak, an intoxicating mix of musk and sweet almond teasing him to explore further.
"Saelbeth....diolla lle...., " he murmured against the smooth column of the archer’s neck, his mouth discovering the hollow of Saelbeth's ear, and delighting in the shivering reaction.
"Mmmmmm, mellon-nin.....tell me there is more.. .tell me we can do more....," he breathed , burying his face in the fragrant froth of the blonde elf's hair.
Saelbeth wrapped his arms around Tinuvel once more, his hands sliding over the warmth of the healer’s naked body to cup the firmed roundness of his buttocks.
“Aye, melethron. . .there is more. . . much more. . .” Saelbeth purred, the hardness of his arousal pressing solicitously against the other’s thigh. “But first. . . kiss me. . .”
Tinuvel wasted no time, pressing his mouth to the archers is an a most eager manner. Small moans slipped from between his parted lips as he devoured Saelbeth's mouth even chancing to nip the plump flesh in his attempt to taste him fully.
Exploring fingers wandered experimentally over the finely muscled expanse of Saelbeth's chest circling a pert dusky nipple with a tentative stroke. The archers shivering response brazened his actions and plucking the hard nub between his fingers he rolled it, delighting as Saelbeth's hips came up to meet his. Aroused by the reaction, Tinuvel did his best to deepen the kiss ,silencing the archer’s rumbling pleasure sounds with a bold sweep of his tongue.
Already his body had recovered and his revived erection rubbed deliciously against the archers thigh with every press of their bodies. Tinuvel shuddered at the heat that was building from even this glancing of stimulation and broke the kiss with a panting gasp as the most intimate of aroused flesh met with a subtle shift of a grinning Saelbeth.
“Mmmm… how quickly you learn, merilin. . .” Saelbeth purred, marveling at the suddenly sensual way Tinuvel’s lips had pressed against his own.
With a wandering hand, Saelbeth found his fingers curling around Tinuvel’s newly aroused organ once more and stroking. The archer smiled at the low moan of delight that escaped the dark healer’s plump lips as his roving hand delved further, cupping the twin orbs between the eagerly parted thighs while he manipulated them with an expertly erotic roll of his palm.
“Beautiful,” Saelbeth breathed, leaning closer to capture the ripe redness of Tinuvel’s mouth, tongue plundering the moist cavern with languid exploration, savoring the delicacy of wanton heat that lingered there.
The explorative tongue curved to taste the defined jawline, traveling down…..trailing across the taut stomach, laving past the erect hardness that practically begged for his touch and into. . .
“Ooooh….my….! Sael!” Tinuvel squirmed as the archer’s tongue met with most uncharted of territories.
A rather tittering giggle escaped him followed by an unexpected prickle of gooseflesh. “Ooooh, by the Valar….that. . .feels….sooo….aaaahh! Tickles!”
Saelbeth glanced up from between his friend’s legs with an impish smirk. “It is supposed to. . .” he assured him with a wink. “Now, shall I have to hold you down?”
“Do not stop. . .” Tinuvel said, grasping a handful of the flaxen hair that draped over his thigh.
The erotic massage of Saelbeth’s tongue suddenly evoked a new sensation and the healer’s wiggling ceased, tingles of carnal warmth creeping through his groin, igniting a fire of different nature that he never would have guessed could come from such stimulation.
The icy blue of Saelbeth’s gaze peeked from behind the dark nest of curls as Tinuvel writhed from the touch of his mouth. Soon, he would be ready. . .
“Sael. . “ Tinuvel panted, gripping the sides of the blond elf’s head. “I need. . .I need. . .”
Well, he was not exactly certain of just what he needed, only that he must have it. . .and that only Saelbeth could deliver him to its source.
“What do you need, Merilin?” Saelbeth asked, hand sliding to grip the pillar of flesh that stood in hardened perfection before him.
Hips arched into the provocative hand almost demandingly. “I need. ..” Mordor Fires, he did not know what he needed! “You,” Tinuvel said at last. “I need. . .you. . .Sael. . .you. . .”
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