You were admiring my body and my what?
She chuckled. You know.
Nuzzling her cheek, Legolas moved his hips in a long, lazy thrust.
Yes, said Eowyn, softly, oh, that... Oh
gods, yes, that! Shivering, she rode out the wave of
pleasure he had sent flooding through her.
The elf waited for her spasm to subside, then withdrew slowly,
and thrust again.
Eowyn clutched at the groundher body arching of its own
accorduntil the pleasure had once more ebbed away. Then
she muttered, Why me, Legolas? You could have had
any of thosethose beautiful ellithArwen,
even. Why me?
Shhhhh. He thrust, deep this time and, holding
himself inside her, roughly ground his hips.
IohI amohI am nothing...!
You are my Harvest Queen. Closing his eyes in a frown
of concentration, he made a series of long, slow, thorough thrusts.
You are the bravestthe strongestthe most beautiful
womanor ellethI have ever known. I love you, melmenya
His strokes hardened, and his rhythm quickened.
Butthe potions, she gasped stubbornly, even
as she met his movements, how can we know
Sh... Ssssssh! He suddenly hunched over her,
his soothing murmur ending in a ragged hiss, and she felt him
spill his seed inside her, again and again.
Then he sank down upon her and whispered, against her cheek,
I have loved you from the moment I first saw you, Eowyn
nín. Everything I have donethis colonyI have
done to share with you. Everything I ever wanted has been given
to me tonight. He withdrew and, rolling onto his back, sighed
How could I be so lucky? asked Eowyn.
There was a long moments silence, then Legolas answered,
with a soft chuckle,So lucky as to have a lover who thoroughly
spends himself, leaving you unsatisfied?
So lucky as to have won your love, she thought.
But all she said was: I am not worried. The night is nowhere
near over yet, my Harvest King.