#dark deeds

It had all started with one of those silly little challenges they made up to pass the time during the lulls in their hunting expeditions and it had quickly devolved into this; she was as naked as him and, thanks to her position, he could clearly see just how ready she was for him and the things she wouldn’t let him give her…yet.

The campfire cast odd reflections flickering over her beautiful skin and he bared his teeth in a feral, growling expression of his primal yearning for her flesh; had he not been bound hand and foot, he would have bitten and scratched her in retribution for her merciless teasing, but, as he was indeed trussed, he could only curse and beg her in quick succession.

She laughed again, trailing one fire-warmed, smooth finger along his weeping cock playfully; it had been an eternity of her touching him thus, driving him to the edge of insanity and then leaving him suspended over the abyss while the hooks and spines of unsatisfied desire dug deeply into his flesh.

“Sweet Tyelko,” she purred and spread open-mouthed, nipping kisses along the ridge of his collarbone, “what is it that you would have from me?” 

Her lips wandered along his bones – vibrating with penned-up lust under his rippling muscles – as if she was sitting coyly in the library, tracing the scientific drawings with an indolent finger. 

“Release me,” he begged, the ambiguity of his words lost on neither one of them. “Let me touch you, let me have you!”

Tutting in a perfect imitation of their mothers, she shook her head mournfully – just above his neglected member – and let her tongue dart out to harvest the drop of clear fluid like one would lick morning dew off a flower petal. “You’re angry, Tyelko,” she smiled, “and you’re dangerous when you’re enraged.”

“I. Am. Not.” He was beyond annoyance and fury now; his breath was ragged with despair as the crest her minute caress had pushed him towards flattened into dull, torturous pain once more.

“You are the most beautiful,” she asseverated, settling on her haunches and plunging her hand between her legs – squeezing and rubbing the swollen flesh – in a display of debauchery that drove tears to his eyes. “So much more than my brothers…or yours.”

Between the unexpected praise and the alluring sight of her eyes rolling wildly as she increased the pace and intensity of the caresses she now only lavished upon her own touch-starved body, Tyelkormo felt his insides catch fire again, bringing his rushing blood to an excruciating boil.

“Let me serve you then,” he pleaded, “let me taste the nectar you’re wasting on the uncaring forest soil. Beloved huntress, you may well slay your quarry by chivvying it to death. I yield, Írissë, I am begging you in earnest.”

A sound midway between a sob and a bellow tore itself from his kiss-bruised lips as her eyes flew open – dark with lust and seduction – and her mouth curled into the feline grin of a predator about to pounce upon its prey.

The blade she used to cut through his bonds – neither one of them having the patience to carefully untie what could be viciously unmade – bit into his writhing skin, but he cared not.

Throwing himself against her to pin her down on the warm, fragrant, mossy carpet of the clearing, the most handsome of Fëanorians – according to the White Lady of the Noldor – sunk his teeth into the soft skin of her throat and his aching cock into the welcoming heat of her body.

@fellowshipofthefics be advised, this is a dirty one!!!

I hope y'all are not too disappointed/put off by this :D I love you all and wish you only the best ❤️‍🔥

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