Title: Passions
Author: Amber
Beta: Angel
Type: FPS
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Manwë / Ingwë / Varda
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Tolkien; I make no money writing this.
Notes: Written for Screw Yule Day 5 Summary: Manwë excites Varda with a boy toy.
Varda smiled as she watched her husband take Ingwë from behind. She enjoyed the feelings that position invoked whenever her mate took her like that. She just knew that Ingwë would soon be begging for more as she watched her husband change his angle a slight bit. Watching was making her so hot and bothered that she began to wish that they would hurry. She wanted to feel her husband inside of her as they were watched.
As Manwë pounded away inside Ingwë he glanced at his wife and smiled to himself. He knew that watching him take another male always excited her. She would become so hot and bothered by watching him that she turned into a wildcat when he finally got around to taking her. He loved her that way and couldn't resist teasing her some more. He slowed his stokes and watched as his wife's eyes narrowed. He could feel the impatience through their bond and was surprised when she approached the bed. He watched closely as she ran her hands across Ingwë's back leaving scratch marks from her nails. Then her fingers were running across his chest leaving similar marks as she also pinched his nipples.
Varda knew that Manwë had decided to tease her and decided to turn the tables on him. She watched as his eyes widen when she began touching Ingwë. She enjoyed the moans he made when she ran her nails across his chest. Then she grabbed him by the hair and kissed him roughly as his stroke faltered. She moved away as he began to move again when Ingwë began begging. Then she did something she had never done before. She lay down on the bed and rolled under Ingwë who was so far gone he didn't care. Positioning herself carefully, she took his entire member down her throat and began sucking for all she was worth. Ingwë only last a few minutes before he shot his load down her throat as she drank every drop.
Ingwë was still shuddering from the force of his release as the Lady rolled out from under him and rose to fill wine glasses for all three of them. Manwë had pulled out and risen from the bed even though he had not come himself. Ingwë collapsed and rolled to his side on the silk sheets accepting a glass of wine from Varda as he watched Manwë clean himself off. What happened next shocked him. Manwë grabbed his wife and threw her down on top of the table. Spreading her legs, he entered her with force and began slamming into her with all his might. Then commenced a battle like he had never seen before as they grabbed and bit like two wild animals in combat. As they reach their peaks shouting each other's names Ingwë was blinded by the bright light as their fëa meshed. He knew that he was little more than a warm up toy for Manwë but didn't mind. He was just honored that they allowed him to be a small part of this moment.