There is one thing I miss about being with Fin.
The taste.
Of an elleth.
Or a woman, I wasn't extremely particular after Artanis left.
Artanis.
Now she...
...was sweet.
Musky... but...
... sweet.
And passionate.
I wonder if Celeborn truly satisfies her.
As I did.
It was a powerful thing, to see her wriggle.
And writhe.
Arch her back in passion.
Struggle... sometimes... when I tied her down...
Oh, she liked that.
Naughty girl.
Sometimes I teased, with just the tip of my tongue.
Or a feather.
She would already be panting.
Her entrance slick. Swollen. Inviting.
But... I respected her wishes.
Damn me.
At least I have my thoughts for daydreams. For reverie.
Sweet reverie.
Sweet, sinful reverie.
Hush. He knows. He knows everything. He knows he can't give me that.
But she could. And she did.
She was delicious.
Spread out on the bed. Arms above her head.
Restrained by delicate silk ties pilfered from the windows.
Low candlelight flickering off of her skin.
Eyes wide. Following me. Watching me.
My favorite was to let her wait... make her want.
So I would prowl about. Silken robe draping my frame. Nothing else. Hanging open.
Wine in hand.
Narrowed eyes. Greedy smile.
She would breathe suddenly as I approached. I would trickle the wine down her belly, over her breasts. Lap it up, holding her eyes with mine.
Lick it off.
Suck it up.
She liked that, too.
Moaning... groaning... whimpering...
Oh, she would be so wet when I finally dipped down to drink from her cup.
I found... that she liked... to be nipped...
... gently.
So I would...
... gladly.
A few times, if she was very needy, I would use my hand.
My fingers.
Inside of her.
Sinful, but not... sinning.
I would grasp myself in one hand, thrust into her with the other. Hungrily run my tongue over, in, and out of folded flesh.
I wanted to ride her. Claim her. Pound myself into the slick warmth.
But.
I didn't.
I took what she offered. I gave all I could.
Once...
... I forgot to take off a ring that I wore.
She gasped. I twisted. She yelped. I stopped. She moved on her own. I smiled.
Her screams were most delightful that night.
And in the morning...
... she begged me.
On her hands and knees.
More...
Please...
Erestor...
I'll do anything...
Anything.
Any. Thing.
I should have taken her up on that.
