Legolas turned the key, lifted the latch, and pushed
the door open.
Good evening, your Highness. Come in.
The young elf hesitated for a long moment, thenunconsciously
clearing his throathe stepped inside, dropped the latch
and re-locked the door.
He turned towards the centre of the room.
Beruthiëls chamberssituated, as he was trying
hard to forget, next to his fathers bedchamberwere
richly furnished, hung with figured silks, carpeted with darkly
patterned rugs, and scented with the heady spices of Far Harad...
But if the perfume, simmering in a small bowl set over a candle,
wasas he suspecteda love potion, he had no need of
it tonightnot since the moment his tutor had bade him a
happy Conception Day and given him the key to the courtesans
Are you ever going to look at me? Her words were
filled with laughter.
Legolas raised his eyes.
Am I really so frightening?
No His voice cracked; he took a breath. No,
he repeated, firmly.
Good. She smiled. Then come closer.
When he did not move, she beckoned, coquettishly. Come
She was beautifulsmall for an elleth and as slender as
a young girl (though he knew that she was older than his father),
with a flawless, heart-shaped face, huge grey eyes and a mane
of rippling golden hairdressed in a filmy silk shift that
lifted her bosom high.
Legolas shuffled forward.
Happy Conception Day, your Highness. Her voice was
like warm honey.
That colour suits you.
Legolas glanced down at the long, full skirts of his first formal
robe, of silver-green brocade, given to him by his father to wear
at his Coming of Age ceremony. Thank you.
Beruthiël smiled. It would be wicked of us to spoil
it. Take it off.
Go on. Untie the sash.
Yes... Yes, of course. He pulled the embroidered
silk from around his waist and draped it over the back of a chair.
Now the robe, said the elleth.
Biting his lip, Legolas unhooked each delicate mithril clasp
in turn, thenafter another moment's hesitationpulled
the garment open, shrugged it off, and stood, head bowed, wearing
only his sleeveless undershirt, his fine silk leggings and his
Oh my, said Beruthiël, softly.
Legolas raised his eyes.
She was staring at his groin with undisguised admiration, and
he realised that, though confined within the fabric, he must be
plainly visible to her. Embarrassed, he dropped his gazeonly
to find himself transfixed by her cleavage.
He moved a little closer.
She reached for his waistband, and Legolas was forced to close
his eyes to block out the teasing bounce of her breasts as she
loosened his laces.
His ceber broke free.
There, she said, curling her hand around him, does
that not feel better? She trailed her fingers upwards and,
using her thumb, gently explored the broad length of his shaft.
Then she leaned forward, and kissed his very tip.
Swallowing hard, Legolas nodded.
She smiled up at him mischievously. Take off your undershirtgoodand
now your boots...
She leaned back to give him space. Now, what shall we do
She had moistened her hands with some oily substance and she
was stroking his hard flesh with a shameless motion that almost
pulled his legs out from under him. You are beautiful, your
Highnesslike a mighty mallorn tree...
Legolas, hands on hips, gritted his teeth.
The elleth laughed. A fine young tree with plenty of sap
in himbut not, I think, quite ready for this. She
released him so suddenly that, having braced himself against her
vigorous caresses, he almost lost his balance. Let us be
rid of your leggings. She grasped the ends of his laces
and pulled until the knots unravelled. Thereslip them
offand put them with the restthat is right...
He turned back to her, completely naked.
Beruthiël stroked his straining flesh. Is this your
first time, your Highness?
Then shall we get down to it without further ado?
Yes. I mean. Please...
Take me to the bench, over there.
Legolas frowned. Not the bed?
No, for your first time the bench will be bettertrust
He scooped her into his arms, and carried her to the strange
contraptiona high stool with four sturdy legs and a long,
padded seatand gently set her down.
Do you want to take me from the frontface to face,
like thisor, she turned over from
behind, on all fours, like this?
Legolas blushed. His mouth was dry. Which do you
Oh, meleth! Turning back to him, Beruthiël
caressed his cheek. I doubt that it will last long enough
to matter to me, your High
She caught the flash of disappointment in his eyes and relented.
Face to face, she said, so that I can see your
lovely smile. Comeput your feet beside minenow take
hold of my knees and lift my legs onto your hipsgood. Now
I am going to take you in my handshe smiled, reassuringlyand
justthere, she said, hold my thighs and
drive yourself homeahyes! That is right! That
feelsoh, that feels good...
You are so warm! Legolas whispered, hunching
over her and, panting hard, he instinctively drew himself almost
fully out, and thrust again. Oh! His face was
transformed with joy.
Beruthiël suddenly grasped his shoulders and held him still.
You do understand, your Highness, the difference between
coming for pure pleasure and spilling your seed in earnest?
Good. Then stand up. She pushed his shoulders. Arch
your back a littledoes that feel good? Now, take me.
She sank back on the bench, letting her head loll over the edge
of the seat.
But... Legolas frowned. What must I do, my
Lady?I mean, to satisfy you.
Beruthiël smiled. Do not worry about me, your
Highness. Tonight is all about you. It will be my honour
to satisfy you.