Title: The Wedding Night
Author: Amber
Beta: Angel
Type: FPS
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Irime/ OMC
Disclaimer: Borrowing Tolkien's characters, I make no money off of this.
Notes: 1. Written for Screw Yule 2. A precursor to a Glorfindel story I have
written (Fate Denied).
Summary: Irime achieves her dream.
She had done it. Everyone in her family had told Irime that she was nuts to love him but she had persisted and won his heart. Her brother Fingolfin had thrown a fit when she told him who she had fallen in love with, and actively worked to discredit him. He had even refused to talk to her for several months, which had hurt as they were really close. Even her half brother Fëanor, who normally ignored her, had spoken against the match going so far as to appeal to their father. She had been most afraid then because father catered to his firstborn but she had won her argument when her mother had intervened. She was sorry about the further rift her marriage seemed to cause in her family but she had the man she wanted. Her family would have had her marry some craftsman but she had held out for better than that. She had captured the heart of one who was a counselor to not only the High King Ingwë but also the Vala.
They had been married this evening in a grand affair after a huge feast. As the night grew late she made her excuses and was escorted to her chambers where she was prepared for her wedding night. She was given a glass of powerful spirits and left waiting in their chambers for him to come. Come tomorrow evening they would leave for Taniquetil Village were she would live amongst his people and learn their ways but tonight he was all hers.
As he came through the door, he saw her lying naked on the bed waiting for him. She had been quite a catch for one of his station and he was curious to learn if she carried the hot-bloodedness of the Noldor or the cool reserve of her Vanyan mother. Either way she was his. He realized that she was actually in love with him, and if he were honest with himself he loved her in a certain way, but he had married her mainly for the position she would give him. She would have much to learn as to proper comportment but she would serve him well.
He gazed over her as he stripped out of his formal robes and joined her on the bed. Leaning down to kiss and fondle her, he encouraged her to explore. Soon she had set his body afire with her gentle touching and tasting. When she went further and took him into her mouth he could only beg as she brought him to heights he had never dreamed of before. Suddenly he stiffened and came in her throat with a cry. As he tried to catch his breath, she snuggled up beside him and watched him with a wicked smile upon her face.
"Where did you learn to do that? They told me you were untouched," her asked her when he could finally talk again.
"Untouched does not mean untaught. I have brothers and they have sons. They and their wives thought that I should not go into my marriage night knowing nothing of pleasing a man. Let us just say that I learned a lot despite the embarrassment," she responded with a gentle laugh.
"Let us see what else you have learned my sweet," he said as he rolled over on top of her and began to lick and kiss down her body. All thought fled from her head when he reached her nether lips and began tasting her. As she whimpered and begged, he held her hips down until she finally screamed in release. Rising above her as she was still shuddering, he slid his cock into her to the hilt. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he began to slide in and out of her in an increasing rhythm. Soon they were both grasping at each other trying to reach a peak just hanging beyond their reach. When they toppled over the edge into climax their souls merged causing such an intense feeling of pleasure that they both passed out.
When they came to several hours later, they started all over again. They spent time exploring each other and trying out different things until they were both so exhausted they could not move any more. Then they let sleep take them.
The next afternoon, Irime had to sit on a pillow provided by her sister-in-laws on the carriage ride to her new home. While she was uncomfortable with some of the darker shadows she had seen in her new husband's fëa, she had no doubts about their love life. It was going to be very healthy and satisfying. Now, if she could just convince him to ignore the Vanyan tradition of no sex except for the honeymoon and to create children…
~Finis~