| He would ask for the chance
to bathe. She would take him to the bathing room herself, find him
soap, and a clean towel.
"Can I help you undress, my lord?"
He would stand, motionless, whilst she removed his leather
pauldrons, his jerkin, and slipped off his tunic; he would sit
obediently whilst she pulled off his boots.
Then she would reach for the lacings of his leggings. "Relax,
my lord," she would say, pulling at the points. She would
loosen the waistband and carefully pull down the fabricand
gasp at his straining erection
"You are still tense after the battle, my lord; will
you let me help you?"
She would kneel before him, wrapping her little hand around
him, drawing him down to her mouth. His body would arch as her
tongue caressed him in slow, deliberate circles;, her teeth would
lightly graze his flesh; and, all the while, her long, thick,
golden hair would brush his belly and thighs
No! No! He must not come! Not yet!
Crushing the chair with his hands, he would regain some control,
and bid her stop. Then, though his body would protest at the loss,
he would withdraw—carefully, so as not to hurt her mouth.
"Was I not pleasing you, my lord?" she would ask.
"Ai, nadithen nín," he would say, "you
were pleasing me far too much
He would stand, and draw her to her feet, lift her into the
air—delighting her with his elven strength—and, holding her with
arms outstretched, he would carry her to the massage table, where
he would lay her on her back, feet in the air, one booted ankle
over each of his shoulders
And then, at last—unable to suppress the groan of pleasure
from deep within—he would sink himself inside her.
"Oh my Lord," she would cry, "you are so big!"
A few shallow thrusts would show him that he could not last long;
so, reaching back over his shoulders, he would grasp her ankles
and, in turn, bring each foot to his lips.
"Ai hiril nín," he moaned, his hand inside his
leggings, "oh, sweet lifethose little black boots!"
"Is that better, my Lord?" she would ask, stroking
his hair. "Can you rest now?"
That was when he would raise his head and give her his most
winning smile. "Rest, hiril nín?" he would say,
watching her smile grow as he pushed himself deeper inside her.
"We shall not be resting. We have a whole night ahead of