Story Summary:
Fëanor and Nerdanel get to know each other a bit better before they are married.
Rated: R
OSA Lace Trim Challenge Entry/Birthday Fiction for Oshun
Thanks to Gwynnyd for the beta. Written as a birthday fiction for Oshun, then I realized it would also work in the Lace Trim Challenge
'LACE (Laws and Customs of the Eldar) tells us that elves are
monogamous, that they only make whoopie with their spouses, that they
aren't lustful ("they are seldom swayed by the desires of the body
only" ), that they become ghosts if they stay in Middle-earth too long.
Pick a factoid from LACE and write a story explaining how that factoid
is not always necessarily so. Reasoning should draw from other parts of
canon'
This is an example of how the elves ARE lustful at times.
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She knew Fëanor watched her from the shadows of the wispy trees
surrounding the pond, not wanting to alert her to his presence. She had
arranged herself so the light played on her red hair, hoping it seemed
like flames falling on her flawless alabaster skin, now glistening with
water droplets from the crystal clear water beside her. Perhaps it was
the fire in him that drew to her so much. She would be his fiery
goddess, the cynosure of his existence.
Leaning back on her elbows in an enticing and provocative pose,
Nerdanel smiled and glanced in his direction. “Fëanáro, you know it is
not nice to spy on unsuspecting maidens while they are bathing,” she
gently admonished him.
Nerdanel felt herself blush as he revealed himself and walked towards her.
“Yet you know I am here, so is it fair to say you are unsuspecting?”
Fëanor replied, his sultry voice causing goose bumps to cover her skin.
With a single look from him, her heart raced and desire coursed through
her body unchecked. She knew it was improper for her to be with him
like this before they were wed, but when she reached for something to
cover herself, something in his eyes made her stop. Her hand hung in
midair as she watched, transfixed while he sank to his knees beside
her. Taking her hand, Fëanor raised it to his mouth, gently suckling
each finger, one at a time, in between his lips. She was amazed how the
heat of his mouth set fire to her body, her nipples hardening, her
pulse quickening.
Fëanor’s eyes strayed down her body as his tongue moved leisurely up
her arm. When he reached her neck, he nibbled it teasingly as his hand
reached for her waist.
“We should…not…do this…” Nerdanel attempted to say.
“Hmmm? Do what, my love?” Fëanor whispered in her ear as his hand
trailed along her side before cupping on plump breast. She gasped and
he smiled before pulling back to look at her face.
“Fëanor…”
Her resistance was unconvincing even to herself. Suddenly Nerdanel
found herself lying on her back. His hot lips covered hers, his tongue
playfully flicking against her own as he rolled her nipple between his
fingers. She grasped his shoulders as she arched her back, urging him
to continue his burning caresses. In the back of her mind, she knew she
should stop him but when she felt his strong, hard body against hers,
with only thin pieces of fabric separating them, she could do nothing
but whimper as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Releasing her lips, his dark eyes bored into hers. “You want me,”
Feanor said, his rich baritone made clear that it was a statement of
fact, not a question.
Nerdanel wanted to resist him, deny that he had this effect on her but
even as the thought crossed her mind, she heard one simple word fall
from her lips. “Please.”
“You want me to take you, here, now, and make love to you until this
burning in your loins is finally satisfied,” Fëanor whispered before
squeezing her breast firmly, almost roughly, flicking his tongue over
the hardened nipple. She moaned loudly, her fingers clawing at his
tunic as once again, she arched up to him, urging him to ravish her. He
continued to lash his tongue over her tortured flesh as his hand
trailed down her stomach and in between her legs.
”Fëanor!” she panted, yet she did not attempt to stop him from his
ministrations but rather wantonly allowed him to spread her legs
further apart. While his mouth burned trails of fire over her breasts,
his wonderful fingers stroked her skillfully, driving her to the point
of madness.
“Say it,” Fëanor demanded before biting down on her breast, not hurting her yet alluding to his power, the danger within him.
“I…cannot…Please…” Nerdanel whispered pleadingly. Her will struggled in
her erotically entrapped state. Amidst her gasps and moans, she felt
the fire building in the core of her being, raging out of control until
only thoughts of him flooded her senses.
Fëanor thrust his fingers into her even faster as his thumb began
rapidly flicking against her. “Say it. Beg me to take you, Nerdanel,”
he commanded, his hardened member straining against its confines as he
pressed it against her hip.
Every fiber of her being wanted him to take her, make love to her,
drive her to the writhing completion that his fingers, his mouth, his
whole body promised her. His raven hair brushing against her tingling
flesh, the heat from his body encircling her, his mouth and fingers
continued to drive her to the edge on her sanity.
“No…” she gasped her eyes fluttering as the excitement built to a new
level, filling her with terror. Nerdanel felt powerless to him,
completely vulnerable to him taking over her body, even her mind. Her
heart raced even faster as she lay helpless under his caresses. Her
body was acting of its own violation now; she could not control her
hips thrusting up to his masterful fingers.
“Say it! Now!” Fëanor demanded as he drove another finger into her.
Nerdanel’s voice cried out, “Yes…Fëanor please take me.” As she said
it, the fire within her built to an unbearable level and she cried his
name over and over, the peak of her crescendo exploding within her
until she was out of breath and quivering all over in an orgasmic haze.
After she stopped hearing her heart pounding in her head, Nerdanel
opened her eyes in time to see Fëanor smirk at her arrogantly. Rising,
he walked slowly away from her, without a word. But there was no need
for words and they both knew it. She was his, body and soul, and she
was utterly incapable of resisting him.
Tears welling in her eyes, Nerdanel felt torn between feelings of
happiness and complete sorrow. She loved him with everything she was
and felt that he would create brilliant and wondrous things. But deep
in the back of her mind, she feared…she knew he would destroy her one
day.