Title & Chapter Number: Haldir's Wild Ride 1/1
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Tortured Scribes
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I'm just playing in Tolkien's world. I do it for fun and not for profit. I bow to his creative genius and make no claim to anything he has created.
Warnings: Het Sex
Betas: Robin – My Beta Queen; Friend; and AMC List Mommy
Cast: Haldir and OC
Timeline: AU; Pre-Lord of the Rings
Spoilers: None
Summary: Haldir meets his match!
Notes: For Alex – My Beta Goddess, My Comma Queen; Deliverer of Craig Smut; LAF List Mommy; Friend and Fellow Scorpio. Your Mary Sue gets to be on top, just like I promised.
Haldir eyed the newest member assigned to his guard group. She was an arrogant bitch. He had come to that conclusion about three seconds after he was introduced to her. She had the audacity to look him up and down before announcing loudly that he was now officially the second best member of the Galadrim guard.
It had taken all his willpower not to throttle her right then and there. He reminded himself that this battle for dominance would be best fought without witnesses. He would have her bent over a rock and screaming his name while he fucked her raw before this tour of the Northern Fence was over.
Laire smiled to herself as she watched the faint look of fury cross Haldir's face. He was such an arrogant bastard, but his sexual prowess was renowned. She had no intention of being his latest prey, bent before him while he slammed his cock into her. No, she had other plans for him. He would be her prey and she would ride him until he screamed her name.
~*~*~*~
Haldir moved stealthily through the treetops, stalking his prey. She was making a circle of the Northern Fence beneath him. It wouldn't be long before she entered the glade he had in mind for his lesson in humility. There was a nice sized boulder in the center, worn smooth through the ages. It was far enough away from prying eyes that he and his student shouldn't be disturbed. He was looking forward to fucking this bitch.
Laire continued her sweep of the area assigned to her. She smiled to herself as she listened to Haldir stalk her from the treetops. He wasn't as slick as he thought he was. She had a glade all picked out for her plan. It was an out of the way spot with a boulder in the center. No one would disturb them and she would give him a ride he would never forget.
Haldir watched as Laire entered the glade. She dropped her weapons and stretched like a cat. Haldir felt himself stiffen as she began to slowly remove her cloak and outer tunic. What the hell was she doing?
Laire glanced up surreptitiously to see if Haldir was enjoying the show. His eyes were glued to her every movement. She decided to have a little fun with him. Dropping to the ground, she leaned back against the boulder and slipped her hand beneath her inner tunic. She cupped on full breast and then slowly pinched her nipple. It tightened in response and she moaned allowed. She lowered her lids until they were barely open, watching Haldir as he watched her.
Haldir's sensitive ears caught her moan and he watched as she slipped her other hand into her leggings. His mouth went dry as he watched her. He shook his head to clear it.
Laire removed her hand from her leggings as she watched Haldir climb down from his perch. Her other hand continued to massage her breasts as she watched him enter the glade quietly. He approached her on silent feet and she smiled to herself. This was going to be too easy.
Haldir didn't know what happened. One minute he was standing between her sprawled legs, the next he was flat on his back with Laire straddling him.
"What? Did the mighty Haldir think he would get to fuck me that easily?"
Haldir narrowed his eyes. So the bitch wanted to play, did she? "You won't be able to walk straight for a week when I get through with you."
He easily reversed their positions and Laire now found herself beneath him. She hadn't figured he would give in easily. She continued to taunt him, keeping him angry gave her the edge. "With what, surely not that little thing you have pressed into my stomach."
The two combatants continued their wrestling match, hurtling insults at each other while divesting themselves of their clothing.
Finally, they stood facing each other, naked and panting.
"On your knees, Bitch," Haldir commanded.
Laire smiled. "You want me on my knees, you'll have me on my knees." She dropped down and slipped his hard cock into her mouth, before he realized what she was doing.
Haldir fought the urge to groan and lost as Laire's warm mouth enveloped him. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock and then she deep throated him.
Laire sucked, licked and brought Haldir to the very edge. Then she released his cock and swept his legs out from underneath him. He landed on his back hard.
Haldir felt rather then heard the whoosh of air as it was forced from his lungs. The fucking bitch had turned the tables on him once again. He fought to regain his breath as he watched her smirk at him.
Laire looked like a cat that had just been handed a bowl of cream. Careful not to touch his weeping cock, she began to nibble up his chest. Then she took great care to tease and torment his nipples until they were hard.
Haldir had regained his breath but was content to let her play. He would win this battle and she would acknowledge him as her master.
Laire worked her way up to those full lips that were just begging to be kissed. "I take it you are ready to concede that I am the victor?"
Haldir only smiled. Let her think what she liked.
Laire gently suckled his bottom lip between hers before nipping it with her teeth. Releasing it, she kissed him fully, slipping her tongue between his parted lips. By the Valar, but he could kiss. It was like he was caressing her very soul.
Haldir decided to take a subtler approach. He deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms about her waist. Then he slowly rolled, moving her beneath him once again. He broke the kiss and leaned down to draw one taut nipple into his mouth, nipping it gently with his teeth.
Laire arched her back as his hand joined his mouth in worshipping her breasts. She wanted to turn the tables, show him that she was in charge, but he was doing such delicious things to her that she couldn't see straight.
Haldir moved his hand between their bodies and began to stroke Laire. The little bitch was nice and wet. He didn't want to wait any longer.
Laire blinked in surprise as Haldir sat up and looked down on her. She was still somewhat dazed and missed his intentions. The next thing she knew, he had flipped her over, gripped her hips, and pulled her to her knees while he entered her in one swift thrust.
Haldir smiled gleefully as Laire moaned. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her upwards until her back rested against his chest. They were both on their knees. She was slightly shorter then him and he was able to easily continue his thrusting.
"What do you say to a truce? We can both be on top!" he whispered into her ear before sucking the sensitive tip.
Laire moaned her agreement as his hand cupped her full breast. She had never had a lover fill her so completely or fuck with such finesse. The rumors of his ability had not been over exaggerated. She arched her back and almost came as he hit the sweet spot deep inside her.
Wave after wave rolled over Haldir as he felt her contract around his cock. Her scream filled the glade and his voice joined hers as he thrust deep inside her and came.
~*~*~*~
They lay quietly together, basking in the afterglow of round three.
Haldir eyed the spitfire who had given him such a wild ride. This one was a keeper, he thought to himself. If they didn't kill each other first.
END
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