Ecthelion stood at the edge of the smooth wooden table and looked down upon his canvas with a wicked grin. Resting the end of the brush against his full lips he studied his work of art with a tilt of his head, and then dipped into the bright watercolors again.
The sweet elleth writhed under the cool wet bristles of the brush as he slowly painted her breasts that were already tipped with pink pebble-hard nipples. He drew lazy swirls of silver and green on her sizzling skin and she arched, sucking on her own fingers as they lay on her lips. "Please, my lord, finish your torment and satiate my need."
She reached for his prominent erection for the third time where it jutted out from his body and pressed firmly against the burning, slick folds between her legs. The slayer returned his brush to the watercolors as she fisted the head of his weeping erection and tried to slide him inside.
Instead, the Noldor elf lord gripped her hips and pulled her hard against him, where she was trapped to squirm against his sac, but still denied the thick shaft she craved.
"Patience, meleth," Ecthelion took her wrists his hands and tucked them underneath her body, clasping them together under the small of her back. Her hips tilted as one hand held her there, the palm of his other hand slowly trailing down the painted column of her neck, between her rosy breast, and down her decorated flat stomach.
Feeling his body twitch and ache as his desire grew, he knelt and tormented the inside of her thigh with his tongue, sucking on the tender skin so close to her glistening heat and leaving a mark. She moaned in pleasure and bucked her hips, twisting to free her arms but his hold was strong.
Ecthelion tasted her honeyed skin with a flattend tongue and a hunger was ignited within him, an undeniable urge to devour her.
So he did.
She moaned and whimpred, writhed and groaned as his tongue plunged into her time and again. He sucked on the tender bundle of nerves atop her sheath until she cried out and arched, calling his name with a raspy voice. He spread her open with his fingers to consume more of her sweet esessence as her orgasm washed over her in crashing waves.
"Now, I will give you what you have begged me for, my love." Ecthelion stood and released her wrists, rubbing the head of his cock against her sensitive skin. He slid into her, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back as her tightness enveloped him. The lithe elf withdrew the length of his erection until he pushed the engorged head back into her moist heat to the hilt. Repeating this time and again, he trembled once, certain his climax was all too near.
Deciding control was hanging by a thread, he played her body with his fingers to bring her to where he lingered on the brink of explosion.
Finally able to plunder his way to bliss, he abandoned all control and pistoned into her hard and fast, deeper and deeper until Ecthelion could feel the sought-after tingle immediately before coming undone. A sheen covered his chiseled body and he held her eyes in his gaze, watching her grip his arms tightly as he drove into her her hard and came screaming his name. Thrusting into her convulsing chamber, he began to spill himself into her - but then, he did something she was not prepared for.
He withdrew himself, pumping his spurting shaft in his hand, and finished his painting with his own trademark against the colors swirled on her stomach.