and I take the big plunge by averytinylizard  

The party had been quite boring. One dance after another, with boring conversations in between. The wine had been decent, but there had not been nearly enough. Aredhel threw herself into the bed, only bothering to take her shoes off, and groaned. She heard Maedhros laughing at her from across the next room. Ingwë had given them rooms next to each other, as the only two granddaughters of Finwë to come to his palace.

“I do not appreciate the mockery, cousin!” Aredhel yelled out.

“I am not mocking you! Is it so hard to think that I am merely happy?” Maedhros walked through the door that connected their chambers. It was not hard to think she was happy, in fact. Dull parties like these were very much to her cousin’s liking.

When she was younger, she thought that it was because Maedhros was older, and all adults enjoyed those boring, stuffy reunions. She knew better now, and found them even worse. Her current theory was that it was easy for people like Maedhros to enjoy parties, with everyone begging for her attention and tripping over themselves just to have her look at them. She drew eyes to herself just by walking into a room, with her height, beauty and hair; judging by the way she dressed, she took great delight in that fact. Her outfit for the night had been a little outrageous. Her dress had been long and tight at the waist, with wide sleeves and a neckline so low it reached her belt. The white cloth was thin enough you could see the outline of where her nipples were pierced. Half the party had been praying the fabric would stay in place. The other half prayed it didn’t. Aredhel had worn much less revealing clothing, a tight white dress reaching her neck, sleeveless, and an almost transparent shawl.

“I’m bored, cousin. Entertain me,” said Aredhel.

Maedhros barked out a laugh. “What am I, a minstrel? Find Maglor, if you want entertainment that badly.” She sat down on a lounging chair, one leg crossed over the other, resting her head on her hand

Aredhel pouted. Maedhros sighed.

"I have a set of cards somewhere in my bags, I'm sure." Maedhros sounded quite annoyed with her now.

"I have a better idea. One that does not require you to leave this room."

"Do you, now? Enlighten me, cousin."

Aredhel sat down on Maedhros's lap. They had done this a few times before, and the thought of doing this here, practically at the feet of the Valar, thrilled her. Maedhros tilted up her head and kissed her, slowly, one hand at her waist. They stayed like that a while, Aredhel's underclothes growing damper and damper. She got up, suddenly, and threw her dress over her head, leaving her only in her smallclothes. She untied the cloth she used to keep her breasts in place and let it fall to the floor. She was still a little shocked that Maedhros had decided to forgo that completely. She was lucky Aredhel hadn't dragged her off to some empty hallway to have her way during the party. She took off her smallclothes with no flourish and lay on the bed, hands behind her head. Maedhros stared at her from where she was sitting all the while.

"Go on. Strip. I want to see you." Aredhel's smile bared practically all her teeth.

Maedhros took her time. First, she unbound her hair and took off her jewelry, setting it down on the dressing table. Then, she slipped her sleeves from her shoulders, leaving her breasts bare. She took off her skirts, now only in her smallclothes, and folded the dress, setting it on a chair. Finally, she bared herself completely and basked in the attention Aredhel gave her. She walked to the bed, hips swaying from side to side, crawled on top of Aredhel, and kissed her.

Aredhel turned them over and shoved her tongue into Maedhros's mouth, making her give out a delighted moan. Maedhros placed one hand on Aredhel's ass and squeezed, pushing their bodies together. Aredhel sat up, rubbing her dripping cunt on Maedhros's soft stomach, and admired her prize. Her breasts, larger than Aredhel's own, her flaming hair fanned out on the pillow, her freckled skin, her plush lips, her thick thighs, muscular under that soft layer of fat, her waist, and those silver eyes, their pupils blown wide. Aredhel could have moaned at the sight of her alone.

Maedhros was clearly growing impatient at Aredhel's lack of movement, however, and sat up quickly, smashing their mouths together. Aredhel had to push her hand against the wall to maintain her balance. The hand on her ass squeezed her roughly. Aredhel threw her head back and moaned, Maedhros taking the opportunity to press her mouth to Aredhel's throat, licking and biting.

"You are very pale, you know?" Maedhros said between bites. "You bruise so easily."

Aredhel's hand went to Maedhros's hair, pulling roughly one second, pushing her closer the next. All the while she kept pressing her cunt to Maedhros, but it was not nearly enough.

"I need your mouth on me. Right now."

"Do I not have my mouth on you at this very moment?" Maedhros looked far too smug. Aredhel shoved her onto her back and knelt over her face. Maedhros flushed.

"Go on," said Aredhel. "Do not keep me waiting."

She didn't. Maedhros ate her cunt as if she were starving, first licking her from her hole to her clit, her tongue broad, then shoving her tongue inside her, then flicking her tongue against her clit. Aredhel moaned, her hand in Maedhros's hair, rubbing her cunt back and forth on her face. She felt teeth brushing softly against her, and that sent a thrill down her spine. She grabbed her own breast, simply luxuriating in the feeling.

Her cunt was throbbing, her body was shaking, and she had to bite her lip to keep herself from screaming. One of Maedhros's hands lay on Aredhel's hip, her thumb rubbing soothing circles. Aredhel felt so warm. She threw her head back and, still biting her lip, she came.

Maedhros kissed her cunt softly, still soothing her with her hands. Aredhel bent over, both her hands in Maedhros's hair, combing her fingers through it. She tried to catch her breath, but Maedhros would not let her. Those kisses, soft and sweet, turned into her sucking at her clit. Aredhel whined, still sensitive, and Maedhros stopped.

"Are you alright? I am sorry for not asking."

"You're fine. Keep going." Aredhel was impatient.

Maedhros went back in more roughly than before. Aredhel felt her tongue going deeper into her cunt, her teeth scraping her more often. The hand at her hip moved to her ass, holding her body tight to Maedhros's mouth. Then Maedhros stopped. Again. Aredhel was about to complain when Maedhros turned them over, now Aredhel lying on her back, Maedhros moving to put her head between Aredhel's legs.

She started fingering Aredhel, at first with only one finger, then two, then three. Her mouth was on her thighs, kissing her and biting her, trying to bruise her. One of Aredhel's legs was bent up at the knee to give Maedhros more space to work, her hand in her hair, trying to put her mouth where she wanted it.

Maedhros did as asked, sucking at her clit while her long fingers pumped inside her. Her other hand was at Aredhel's breast, pinching her nipple so roughly it almost hurt. Aredhel was sure she was loud enough for the entire palace to hear her, and she did not care. She rocked her hips against Maedhros's hands, feeling her cunt throb, her body so hot it was almost feverish, and screamed. Her cunt tightened around Maedhros's fingers, and she was shaking all over.

Maedhros pulled her fingers out of her, slowly, and crawled over her to kiss her. Her mouth tasted slightly sour, but Aredhel did not care. She let herself be kissed, enjoying the feeling of Maedhros, so much taller than her, over her body, still too tired to do anything, while Maedhros held both her arms in place beside her head. Maedhros had her legs around one of Aredhel's thighs, and she was clearly trying to bring herself off with it.

"Stop that," said Aredhel. "Let me do it." Maedhros let go of her, an indulgent smile on her face, and sat back.

"Do as you will." Aredhel pushed her back and kissed her, her tongue deep in Maedhros's mouth. She put both her hands on Maedhros's breast, simply holding one, and pinching the other and playing with the ring that went through the nipple. The ring was a pretty little thing, simple, but its silver color made a nice contrast to the brown bud. She pulled on it, roughly, and Maedhros gasped against her mouth. Aredhel moved her mouth to her other breast, and kissed it and lapped at it and bit it. Maedhros was surprisingly quiet. She only gasped, biting her lip and letting out only muffled moans.

Aredhel moved her free hand to the curls between Maedhros's legs. They were darker than the ones on her head, and damp. Aredhel rubbed circles around her clit, slowly, trying to see what she liked. She moved faster, then slowly but with more pressure, switching from one to the other. She lay kisses all over Maedhros' breast, even places she knew would not be covered by her robe. Let people see, she thought to herself.

She thrust her fingers into Maedhros, two at once, rubbing her clit with her thumb all the while. Maedhros gave out a moan so soft and high pitched it was a miracle Aredhel heard it. She pressed her fingers into the walls of Maedhros' cunt, again and again, while Maedhros covered her face with one hand and grasped the sheet with the other.

"You're very quiet, you know?"

"Hmm?" That sound was adorable. So high-pitched and confused.

"You're too quiet. Are you nervous?" Aredhel was smirking now. She stopped moving her fingers.

"I'm not!" She said this in almost a whisper.

"Then why aren't you louder?"

Maedhros rolled her eyes at that. "Because we are guests of the High King of the Eldar, and I know better than to scream." A pause. "Unlike some."

"Are you used to keeping quiet? You must, with so many younger brothers." Aredhel wasn't. Usually, she did things like this with some friend after a hunt, either in a cabin or on the ground, in the way their forefathers did at Cuiviénen.

"Of course."

"With whom?" She desperately hoped she didn't say Fingon. That would be awkward.

"Why does it matter?" She kept trying to move her hips to get more stimulation, so Aredhel moved her hand to her stomach to keep her in place.

"Because I am curious, cousin."

"Fine! There was, uh, Heldamë… Yurindë, Tyavrë. There was a painter, I think, and a friend of Celegorm…"

Aredhel got the point. She remembered Caranthir being quite in love with Yurindë at some point. "And were you this quiet with all of them?"

"Yes, cousin." She sounded impatient now. "I was quiet with all of them because telling the twins what noises were coming from my room at night was not to my fancy."

"I don't want you to be quiet." She was moving her thumb now, so slowly that it might have felt better for Maedhros if she didn't move at all.

"Fine. Fine! How loud do you want me to be? Do you want me to scream like a bitch in heat? Because I will-" Aredhel pulled out the two fingers she had in Maedhros and shoved in three. Maedhros let out a moan, broken and desperate.

"None of that. Just keep talking." Aredhel went back to Maedhros's chest and sucked one of her nipples, hoping to bruise.

"You… Honestly, Aredhel, what do you want me to… oh, sweet Varda! Just keep doing that." One of Maedhros's hands moved to Aredhel's hair, pressing her face closer to her, while the other was wrapped around her wrist like a vice. "Fuck! We should… we should do this more often. I… oh, please, Aredhel." Her voice, normally so composed, sounded close to a sob. It wasn't loud, not by any stretch, but she was so clearly out of breath. "You know, I have a… a thing? In my room. You would like it." She could barely speak, poor thing. And her face was so red! "A fake… a fake cock. You should use it on me. I have a belt for it and…fuck, Aredhel, please!"

Aredhel stopped moving. "Are you close?" Maedhros hummed in assent, and so softly, too. Not good enough. Aredhel made a disapproving sound. "Say the words."

"Yes, I'm close! Do you want me to beg? Because I will. Please, Aredhel. Let me come."

Aredhel kissed her on the mouth, sweetly, and moved her fingers again. She pumped them in and out and put so much pressure on her clit it might have been painful. She pinched one of Maedhros's nipples, then tugged the ring. Maedhros was letting out one small moan after the other, her face flushed so red it almost matched her hair. Her cunt squeezed her fingers tight, her hips were rocking back and forth and her legs shook.

Aredhel pulled out her fingers carefully and wiped them on the covers. She ran her fingers through Maedhros's hair and let her catch her breath. Once Maedhros looked slightly more pulled together, Aredhel lay down on the bed, her head on Maedhros's shoulder. She threw one arm across Maedhros's body, and simply let herself breathe. Aredhel drank in the sight of her, the fading flush, the bite marks at her breasts, her hair in knots and damp with sweat, her sweet mouth in a relaxed smile. Aredhel kissed her neck and jaw, not in hope for another round, but just because she could.

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Somebody was sitting on Maedhros's bed, whispering. "Maedhros?" She did not want to wake. She tried to ignore them. "Maedhros." They touched her shoulder softly. Only then did she open her eyes.

"Aredhel?" Her voice was slightly rough. "What is it?"

Aredhel was flushing slightly. Still, she spoke as confidently as she always did. "I feel like we barely spoke during dinner. I know I came here to visit Celegorm, but I enjoy your company and conversation."

Maedhros sat up, eyebrows raised. "And this desire for conversation couldn't wait until morning?"

"I was interested in conversation of a more… private kind."

Ah. That made more sense. "Did you have anything in particular in mind?"

"Do you remember telling me about that… toy of yours? At Ingwë's palace."

"Frankly, I do not remember anything I said that night. But I think I catch your meaning." She rested her chin on her hand. One of her sleeves was slipping off her shoulder. She didn't bother fixing it. "What do you want to do with it?"

"Well, to fuck you with it, of course! That's what you suggested that night. Though I would not mind it the other way around."

""I'll look for it." She got up, kissed Aredhel on the temple and started searching through her wardrobe. She bent over, rummaging through her clothes, and tried not to smile at Aredhel's obvious staring. She found the toy quickly, and then started looking among her belts to search for the harness. She could hear Aredhel reaching for the wooden cock. Maedhros finally found what she was looking for, and walked over to Aredhel, leather harness in hand.

"Want to help me with that?” Aredhel asked. Maedhros snatched the cock from her hands and attached it to the harness.

Maedhros fell to her knees, and held up the hem of Aredhel’s nightgown. “Hold this over your waist.” She gestures for Aredhel to lift one foot, then the other, so she could put the harness on Aredhel’s hips, with a strap going on each thigh. She adjusted the buckle. “Is it alright? Not too tight? Or too loose?”

“Feels fine.” Aredhel's laugh sounded breathless.

Maedhros adjusted the straps around her thighs, then smiled up at Aredhel and kissed her on her stomach. She then kissed the head of the cock, staring into Aredhel’s eyes, and took the tip into her mouth. Aredhel couldn't feel it, of course, but judging from the way she grabbed Maedhros’s hair, she liked the view. She held on to Aredhel’s thigh, and started rubbing at her entrance.

“Maedhros…” She pushed a finger into her, curling against her walls again and again. The hand on Maedhros's hair pulled her head closer to her, and Aredhel shoved the cock further down into her throat. She could feel Aredhel’s curls against her nose. She could smell her sweat, her arousal. She looked up at Aredhel, her head thrown back.

Maedhros thrust another finger into her, rubbing inside of her. The cock thrusting into her barely let her breathe. She moved the hand on Aredhel's thigh to her ass, pushing her further in. Aredhel felt so warm inside, and she could feel the way she moved her hips in the way her walls clenched. It wasn't long until she felt Aredhel clench around her fingers and her knees buckle.

Maedhros let the cock fall from her mouth and pulled out her fingers, slowly, and got up. Her mouth felt sore, and she could feel a bit of droll going down the side of her mouth. She dried herself with the back of her hand.

“So… I suppose it is time for me to ravish you.”

“Ravish me? Is gentleness impossible for my wild cousin?” Maedhros smiled, walking backwards towards her bed. She lied down, her legs spread open, her gown hiked up, baring her throat, trying to look as innocent and doe-eyed as one could with their mouth so red from what she just did. Her gown was so thin that she didn't bother taking it off. She liked the idea of it, Aredhel so desperate to have her that slowing down to bare her would take too long.

Aredhel took off her nightgown, “I have a fair maiden in my bed. How can I not ravish her?"

"Fine. Have your way with me." She tried and failed to sound annoyed. "But do try not to just mount me. I do not enjoy being taken dry." A joke, obviously. Her cunt was dripping.

Aredhel knelt between Maedhros's legs and stroked her cunt, pushing one finger in. She pushed another, curling it and pressing them against her walls. Maedhros liked how they must look. Aredhel, proud, with her muscular arms and legs, standing over her, able to do whatever she wants, while Maedhros simply lied back and let her.

Aredhel took the cock in her hand and pressed it against her entrance, and slowly made her way in. Maedhros tried not to be so tense, and Aredhel thrust in only an inch before pulling back, then pushed in again, continuing like that for a little while. She went a little further each time, until she had buried herself completely into her. She stayed like that, until Maedhros nodded, and she pulled out, almost completely, and then thrust in more roughly.

Her thrusts were fast, but deep. Maedhros could feel her everywhere, so deep inside of her. Aredhel grabbed her wrists and pinned them. Maedhros felt like little more than a beast, there to just take it. She bit her lip to stay quiet, but by the Valar, that was almost impossible. Aredhel kept pushing her up the bed, and she could feel her breasts bouncing beneath her gown.

Aredhel moved one hand between Maedhros's legs, not so much rubbing her clit as pressing it roughly, and the other under her knee, pushing it against Maedhros's stomach. Maedhros's other leg was around Aredhel's hips, and she kept pushing her hips against her thrusts. She felt spread open, there only for Aredhel to enjoy. She covered her own face, not daring to make a sound. Aredhel pinched her clit then, making Maedhros spasm and give out a broken moan. Her leg tightened around her, her back was arched, and she threw her arms around Aredhel’s neck. Aredhel bent down to kiss her neck, and slowly began to pull out.

"Keep going." It was barely above a whisper.

"What?"

"I want to keep going. Didn’t you say you wanted to ravish me?" Aredhel cursed. She thrust slowly, trying not to overwhelm her. It was sweet. It wasn't what she wanted. Maedhros raised her hand. She stopped. “Turn us over.”

She pulled out of Maedhros and laid on her back. Maedhros sat up, hitched up her gown and straddled her. She moved her cunt over the cock and started rubbing against it, before sinking onto it. It felt good, this change in angle. She pinned her arms against the bed and just moved back and forth, enjoying the feeling of being full. Aredhel let her, and didn’t struggle.

She started to move more quickly, driving Aredhel's cock deep inside of her again and again, but it wasn't good enough. It almost was, but not quite. Maedhros whined, frustrated, then, and Aredhel spoke out.

"I know that ravishing is out of the question, but will you really leave me here to languish, cousin? Am I not allowed to even touch you?"

She let go of her arms. Aredhel sat up immediately and grabbed her by the waist. Aredhel’s face was level with her neck and started to kiss and bite her throat. Maedhros began to move again, and she could feel her breasts rubbing against Aredhel. She slid a hand under Maedhros's gown and started to play with one of her breasts, pinching her nipple and pulling the ring.

Maedhros put a hand between her own legs, rubbing quick circles against her clit. Aredhel thrust her hips against Maedhros, trying to keep in rhythm with each other. One of Maedhros's hands was on Aredhel's shoulder, trying to keep herself balanced, while her head was thrown back. The only sounds in the room were Maedhros's panting, and the bed rocking.

"I wish I could feel you clench around me." Aredhel's voice was muffled against Maedhros's throat. "You would be so warm and perfect."

Maedhros laughed, a quick, breathless sound. Aredhel tugged at her nipple, so roughly it almost hurt. Maedhros stroked herself and covered her mouth with her hand, and rocked on Aredhel's cock. She came then, biting her own fist trying not to scream, shuddering all over, her toes curling, and then fell limp on top of Aredhel. After a little while, she got up, slowly pulling the cock out of herself and lay down on her stomach next to Aredhel.

"Can you keep going?" Aredhel's voice was soft, her hand against Maedhros's ass, simply caressing her. Sweet Valar, Aredhel meant to ruin her.

"You did say you wanted to ravish me."

"Bold words! Get on your hands and knees." Maedhros, her limbs still weak, did as she was told.

Aredhel rubbed her cock against her, and that was all the warning she got. Aredhel entered her roughly, and her arms gave out immediately. Aredhel stopped instantly, and Maedhros groaned in frustration. This was a lot, but even the overstimulation felt good. "I'm fine, Aredhel. Keep moving. If I wanted you to stop, I would tell you."

Aredhel simply laughed at that, and pulled out. Her thrusts were brutal, hitting Maedhros at such a deep angle again and again. She grabbed her pillow and bit it, scared of what noises she would make if she didn't. Her entire body felt like a raw nerve, and she was so overstimulated, but she felt so good. Aredhel's hand was on her hair, pushing her into the bed, while her other one held her hips in place.

Her cunt felt ruined, as if she might never recover again. Varda help her, she wanted that. She wanted to not be able to walk without feeling Aredhel. The hand at her hip moved between her legs, not rubbing her but simply laying against her over her shift, and still she screamed against her pillow. She was crying, and Aredhel just kept moving.

"Is it too much? Have I found my poor maiden's limits?" Maedhros made a noise roughly resembling a no. "No? Does she want to keep going?" Her voice would have sounded mocking, if it wasn't so breathless.

"Yes, please!" She was far too loud. Someone could hear. Someone would definitely hear.

"I keep choosing the wrong time for these things. Imagine me taking you on all fours under the stars, no one around to hear us. You could be as loud as you wanted." She grabbed Maedhros’s wrists now, held her in place. Aredhel's chest was against her back. "Or the other way around. You would push me to my limits without worrying about anyone finding us out." The cock rubbed against her sensitive walls in such a delicious way. What a sight they must have made. "Do you think you will feel it tomorrow? Do you think you'll be able to walk?" Aredhel bit her, then. It was all it took for Maedhros to fall apart completely. She sobbed against her pillow, shaking all over. She felt the cock inside of her far too intensely, and sighed in relief when Aredhel pulled it out.

Aredhel started unbuckling the belts and straps and Maedhros did her best to help, though her hands were so slow and clumsy that she probably just got in the way. Maedhros then caressed Aredhel's cunt softly, and pushed two fingers in. She didn't move her hand much, so Aredhel moved for her. It didn't take much for her to come, anyway. Maedhros kissed her, Aredhel moaning against her.

Maedhros threw her arms against Aredhel, and whined when she tried to move away. "Cousin, I am only searching for some water. I would not be so callous as to leave you." Water. That made sense. She sat against her headboard, aware of how empty her hole felt now. When Aredhel returned, she gave the water to Maedhros first. She drank, too distracted to feel how dry her throat was until now. She felt more like a person now, less beast-like. She knew Aredhel would have to leave this room early unless they wanted to answer some very awkward questions, and that she would have to clean her things, and check she had not damaged her pillow, but that did not matter. Because Aredhel was warm and soft, and she threw her arms around her, and they could talk until they fell asleep.

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The cave where Maedhros had taken her was dark. Barely any Tree-light went in, and they needed their lamps. In spite of that, it was beautiful. Far from Tirion, it was deep underground, with shining gems on the walls and ceiling and a lake clear as crystal. It felt as if Varda had put a bit of the sky in there, deep in the earth. Maedhros took their blankets, thick and soft, from their packs and laid them on a flat bit of ground.

"Do you and your family come here often?" Aredhel had come on their travels a few times, but she preferred the excitement of the hunt to this. It was quiet, mostly a matter of study and curiosity.

"No. Most of the time, we like to travel somewhere new each time unless we find something particularly interesting. We came here… three times, at most?" She was taking off her boots, and rolling up the cuffs of her pants.

"Only three times? To a place like this? Is it not beautiful enough for you lot?" She lay down on the blankets and looked at the gems on the ceiling. She made new constellations out of them.

Maedhros sat by the lake and put her feet in. "No, no! It is, but how many beautiful places would we miss if we came only here? There are seas where it feels as if you could fall off the edge of the world, and mountains with shapes so wondrous that it looks as if they should crumble, and valleys created by fallen stars, and forests with the strangest beasts that you have ever seen. This cave doesn't have any ores of strange metal, or waters especially deep. It is, however, beautiful." She turned to Aredhel then, and smiled. "That is why I come here, sometimes, by myself. It's why I invited you."

Aredhel felt herself flush. She hoped that it was dark enough that Maedhros didn’t notice, or at least that the blue light from the lamps washed her out. “Do you come often, then?”

“Sometimes. When I feel the need to be alone, mostly.”

“I prefer hunting for moments like that. I need the thrill and the blood to not get bored. This place is too beautiful, too still.”

“I suppose I just have enough excitement most days that I welcome boredom. When I was eighty-five, I came here after an argument with my father. We got so angry at each other, screamed for hours on end, and I told my mother I would be leaving for three months, and that she shouldn't try to find me. It took me a long time to calm down, but this place helped. Now I simply come here, usually for a week at most, before reaching that point.” She sounded a little sad now. But she got up, and walked to where Aredhel lay. "Would you like to take a swim?"

Aredhel didn't answer. She simply took off her dress and stays and unlaced her boots. Maedhros removed all her clothing as well, took her hair out of the plait she wore it on, and took their lamps close to the lake.

"Careful from where you jump. It's hard to see how shallow it is in some places, and there are sharp rocks in a few parts."

"Sounds like a nightmare."

"Nonsense, cousin." Whatever melancholy had gripped her was gone now. She walked over to a place on the shore she judged safe. "It is one of the most beautiful caves in this land." And she dived in. Aredhel watched her swim until she was far enough that she could jump in.

"This is freezing! Fuck!" She was shivering. "This place is a nightmare. You're awful."

"Just swim until you warm up!" Maedhros was laughing, swimming and staring at the ceiling.

Aredhel glared at her, but did as told. The waters were calm, at least, and so clear you could open your eyes underwater without worry. It was beautiful, like floating among the stars, but that didn't stop it from being awful. She swam a few laps and got used to the temperature and started floating while staring up.

"What do you do, when you're here?"

Maedhros stopped swimming to answer. "Swim, mostly. Explore the woods. Bring any unfinished projects that can be done far from home. Once I think I hit a stalagmite with a hammer. I yell, a lot. Mostly things I can either do by myself, or would be embarrassed to do somewhere people could see or hear."

"Why not the hunt, if what you want is to let out some aggression? We would like to have you there."

"The last thing I want when I am upset is a weapon in my hands. You are skilled enough to not hurt anyone. I do not trust myself, especially in those moments, to do that."

"Fair enough." Curiosity gripped her then. "Have you ever brought anyone else here?"

"No. Most people would come look for me here if they knew this is where I came when I was upset."

"And I am selfish enough not to do that? What flattery." She smiled as she said it, tried to show she was not offended.

"No! You simply strike me as independent enough to understand my needing time alone. Your brother, or my parents, or many of my friends, as much as I love them, would just try to help me. They do not understand that if I wanted help, I would simply ask."

"So nobody else knows."

"Exactly. Why do you ask?"

"You said something about doing things you didn't want people to see or hear. Maybe you brought all your friends here to… enjoy yourselves."

"By the Valar, Aredhel. No, this is not my secret sex cave."

"Well. Sounds to me like a waste of a cave."

Maedhros swam over to Aredhel. They both were floating in place now staring at each other. "You want to rectify my mistake, I suppose." Aredhel could barely see her in the dark, even standing so close. The only clear features were her eyes, light gray and bright. She could imagine her, however. Her hair, a darker red than usual, sticking to her neck and floating around her. Her legs and shoulders strong from swimming and the forge, pillowed by a layer of fat. Her breasts buoyant in the water, the silver rings glinting. Her face flushed from the cold. She liked that image, so she kissed her. It was messy, both more worried about staying afloat than holding on to each other, and their mouths were cold, but Aredhel could feel Maedhros breasts floating in the water, and that was more arousing than anything she could imagine. "We should go somewhere shallower."

"Lead the way." Maedhros swam somewhere close to the lamps, and they could both stand there. Maedhros stood further in, but the two inches more of depth weren't enough that she didn't still tower over Aredhel. The blue light of the lamps washed her out slightly, but she was still one of the most beautiful people Aredhel had ever seen.

Maedhros kissed her this time, leaning down and grabbing her face. Her tongue was plundering Aredhel's mouth, making her out of breath so quickly. Feeling Maedhros's body touching hers warmed her, not just from the outside, but from the inside out. She grabbed one of Maedhros's breast, feeling her nipple already pebbled from the cold, massaging it, pulling the ring. Her other hand was at Maedhros's thigh, large and soft.

She felt one of Maedhros's hands leave her face, caressing down through her throat, shoulders, stomach, until it landed between her legs. She felt two fingers enter her, and her thumb rubbing at her clit. Her knees buckled, but Maedhros moved her other hand to her waist and could hold her with no trouble. She was light enough in the water and Maedhros strong enough that she could bear her weight with no trouble. Aredhel wrapped a leg around Maedhros's waist, holding their bodies flush to each other, and let herself revel in the strange sensation. The thumb at her clit was merciless, pressing against her with such strength. She wrapped both legs around Maedhros, trusting her to hold her. Maedhros was kissing her neck now, biting it, and sucking bruises on it.

Aredhel did not bother holding back any moans. She gripped Maedhros’s shoulders, scared to lose her balance. She could hear Maedhros breathing against her and their movements in the water echoing against the wall. The gems on the ceiling shone, and Aredhel could have sworn that they were alone in all of Arda. She came as that thought came into her mind.

She untangled her legs from Maedhros waist, stood on unsteady legs. Maedhros removed her fingers from her cunt, but she still held on to her waist and held her up. She caught her breath, her head against Maedhros’s throat, and held onto her. She could really notice the cold water now. “We should go to bed,” she mumbled against her.

Maedhros hummed in assent, and walked with her to where their blankets were. They lay down next to each other, looking up, until Maedhros spoke. “Do you feel like we could keep going?”

“Of course. Do as you will.” Maedhros smiled at that, kissed her neck, and moved between her legs.

Maedhros kissed her thighs a hundred times each, it felt like, before moving where she wanted her. Still, she felt very sensitive, and gasped as soon as Maedhros's mouth touched her. She sucked her clit into her mouth, not bothering to keep her touch light. One of her hands was on Aredhel's thigh, holding it up to give herself more space to work. She moved her mouth down, pushed into her with her tongue. Aredhel touched her own breasts, and laid her other hand on Maedhros's hair, still wet and dark, just to have something to hold on to. The tongue inside her rubbed her walls for a little while before moving up again. She kissed her, quick and light, before slowly stroking her with her tongue, up and down. She flicked her clit with her tongue, while the hand on her thigh was tight enough to bruise. Aredhel pulled Maedhros’s hair, trying to get her closer, and Maedhros sucked her clit again. She hummed against her, and Aredhel pressed her own breast, and that was all it took for her to fall apart.

Maedhros put down Aredhel's leg and laid her head on her stomach, rubbing small circles on her waist. "I did not tell you to stop." Maedhros kissed her stomach and went back down.
She pressed two fingers into her, and rubbed her walls. At the same time she bit her inner thighs, sucking so many bruises that her legs would look like a mess come morning. When she moved up, she kissed her all over, but never where she wanted, while her fingers crooked up and down, pumping into her again and again. When she finally kissed her clit, Aredhel tried to lift her hips, but Maedhros stopped her. Her hand, over her stomach, pressed down, keeping her in place. Now, she paid attention to her clit. Sucking it, licking it, flicking it with her tongue. And her fingers were merciless, rubbing with such force against her. And then she added a third.

"Your fingers are– ah– so long!" Maedhros hummed in acknowledgement. Aredhel tried to move, but couldn't. She pulled Maedhros's hair, desperate to keep her there. "Not that I– I don't love your mouth. But– keep going, please– your fingers are so very skilled." She sucked on her clit with such strength, then, and her fingers pressed up while the hand on her stomach pressed down, and Aredhel wailed. Her mind was blank, and nothing existed but the hand on top of her and the one inside her and the mouth on her. She couldn't form words, she couldn't breathe, she could only cry out.

Maedhros pulled up and kissed her, soft and sweet, not even bothering to touch herself. That did not seem fair. Aredhel was boneless with pleasure while Maedhros simply gave.

"Maedhros." Her voice was pathetically breathless. "Do you ever touch yourself when you come here?"

"Sometimes." She was peppering kisses at her jaw.

"Can you show me?"

Maedhros stopped kissing her and knelt over her. "Show you?" She smiled, and from this angle she looked as tall as a mountain. "I would love to."

She didn't start by putting her hand between her legs. Instead she touched herself all over. Her waist, her breasts, her throat. She caressed them, took delight in the shape of herself. She ran her fingers through her hair and stroked her thighs. She would squeeze and hold softly in turns. After teasing herself for some time, she laid down next to Aredhel and, one hand pinching her nipple, moved the other between her legs.

Aredhel knelt between her open legs but did not touch her. She simply stared at her folds, wet and glistening, her freckled shoulders, her beautiful hands. Maedhros drew circles around her clit, soft, unhurried. She wasn't making any sounds yet, nor speaking, just breathing a little harder than normal.

Aredhel spoke first. "I think about you sometimes, while I do this." Maedhros was not the only person who she imagined at night, but she was the one she slept with most often.

Maedhros's hand moved faster. "Do you? How so?" She sounded out of breath.

"All the things I could do to you. All the things you could do to me." She considered what to say for a moment. "I've often thought about you teasing me, seducing me during a party. Touching me in almost indecent places, whispering filth in my ear, standing too close to me while we dance. Nothing you couldn't plausibly deny, but we'd both know."

"And what then?" She pushed a finger into herself. "What do you do to me then?"

"While you are talking to someone of great importance, I grab you by the wrist, drag you to some hallway and take you against the wall."

"Anyone could see us." She sounded delighted.

"Your dress would be ruined, and I would mark you in places impossible to hide. Even if they didn't see us, they would know what happened. Especially after you went back to whoever you were talking to."

"Fuck… Find a room with a lock, and I'll do it." She was thrusting with two fingers now. Aredhel tried not to think of how Maedhros's cunt would feel like, throbbing around her fingers instead. "What else?"

"Do you bring any toys when you come here?

"Sometimes." A smile. "It's in my pack."

Aredhel brought it to Maedhros. She didn't push it into her, simply handed it over. Maedhros slicked it with her own juices and pushed it in, giving out a small moan when it went fully in. She thrust in and out of herself at a mellow pace, holding her breast with her other hand. Aredhel stood on all fours over her, not touching her, not kissing her, but teasing her with her presence.

"I think of you coming to the hunt with us, and you using one of the monstrous cocks of ivory we have on me. You would push me to the ground, the blood hot in our veins and thrusting into me so hard it hurt. You would hold my hands down, not even letting me touch myself, and make me come on your cock alone."

"Vána's tits, Aredhel." She thrust the cock into herself a lot more roughly now. "You want me to– ah– to be cruel to you?"

"Not cruel. You would be giving me exactly what I want. I have people who can hurt me, and people I trust not to do so. There aren't many I trust to hurt me in the right way." Maedhros moaned, a loud, pretty sound she wouldn't have dared make back home. This was a bad idea. Maedhros was actually being loud for once, and Aredhel was not touching her. "You would tear my clothing, hold me down, and fuck me in your leathers. You would not kiss me while we fuck, simply bruise me, because I would be fighting against you, and you would still stand triumphant over me. But you would be very sweet afterwards, because you, cousin, are a sap."

"Aredhel…"

"I think you should tell me now. What do you think about, when you touch yourself?"

"Right now? You– fuck– I am thinking of you."

"Flatterer." She grabbed Maedhros’s wrist and made her drop the toy. A whine, almost pitiful, was her only response. Aredhel grabbed the cock instead, thrusting in and out with almost too much force. She wouldn't do this to many other people, but Maedhros seemed to be enjoying it, if the way small sobs of please that fell out of her mouth were any indication. "Tell me. You know what I was asking."

"I– oh– you want me to think like this?" Judging from the way she drew fast circles around her clit and pulled on the ring through her nipple, she liked the challenge.

"I just want you to return the favor. I told you some very intimate things, and you do not reciprocate. It is not an unfair demand. Speak."

"I've thought about– sweet Valar– about you using me to pleasure yourself."

"I am not sure I understand."

"You rubbing your– your cunt over me. And I cannot move, or touch you, or touch myself… If you touch me in a way I- oh please please!– a way I like, it is only to get yourself off. I might as well be a toy."

"Shit. Sounds like a lot." But she could play along.

"You tie me down. Gag me."

“Good idea. No matter what noises I make, my family will assume I am alone.”

"You can– ah!– use my stomach– please– or my– my thighs, just to…" Maedhros was sobbing. She kept trying to speak, but Aredhel would push the cock in so forcefully it punched out the breaths from her lungs.

"You would be wearing a cock, I think, so I have more options. I would ready myself, making sure I was wet enough by coming twice, once against your stomach and once against your thigh." Aredhel could imagine it, one of Maedhros’s beautifully fat thighs between her leaner ones. ”Then I would ride you, while you are unable to even thrust up. I would cling to your chest for support, and that is the only real attention I will pay to your breasts. A pity, really. They are so very pretty.” Maedhros pilled on both her nipple rings at once, then, and keened.

"Aredhel– please– I…"

"Do you think you could come just from the cock rubbing against your clit?”

”Maybe? Oh, fuck, I… I would, wouldn’t I?” She sounded distressed by the idea. Aredhel couldn’t understand, but she tried to calm her.

"I think you could, but I would not let you. I would pull it out of me once you started making too much noise, and drag myself up to your face. I would sit on your chest, maybe, while I undo the gag."

"I– there, please– fuck, Aredhel!"

"I would sit on your face, then. Pull your hair, rub my cunt all over you, until you are so desperate to do anything you beg me to at least sit on your mouth, so you can take pride in doing something."

"And? Please, Aredhel, do you let me– fuck!’ Aredhel could listen to those broken whines forever.

"Of course. I let you devour me. You would be sloppy, but I can feel how desperate you are, and that brings me so much more pleasure. I have the most beautiful maid in Valinor tied to my bed, and she is desperate for my touch. How could I not fall apart the second her tongue breaches me?"

"But you… but you keep going."

"I do. I keep going until it hurts. Until the thought of coming again is unbearable." She is merciless in her thrusts, making Maedhros's breast bounce. "And then, finally, I put my hand between your legs, because you deserve it after being so good and–"

"No." For a second Aredhel feels only terror. That she did something wrong, that somehow Maedhros is hurt, that somewhere things went bad. But Maedhros keeps talking. "You– hah– you untie me, and you clean me, and you– fuck– you hold me close. But you don't touch me there."

"Right.” Aredhel cannot say she understands this fantasy, but she won’t judge. ”I only leave you to find some wet cloth and some water. But I do not touch you there at all."

"Yes! Please! I– fuck, Aredhel– I need…" Maedhros is rubbing her own clit roughly, pinching it. "I love how you fuck me, and your smell, and I will let you use me in– Varda help me…" And she didn't speak after that. Her moans were loud and short, echoing all around them, but there were no words among the cacophony. She couldn't even beg, just rub her clit and pull her own hair, and moan in rhythm with Aredhel's thrusts. And then she gave out a longer moan, too wrecked for it to be a scream, and her spine arched and she suddenly stopped moving the hand between her legs.

Aredhel pulled the toy out slowly. She kissed the top of Maedhros's head and grabbed their flask of water. They passed it back and forth, until they both felt a bit more grounded.

"You gave me quite the show, huh."

"Only thanks to the audience. She was very involved." Maedhros put her mouth against Aredhel's throat.

"Hard not to be. The noises you made."

"Thank you. You were very beautiful as well." She was kissing and biting her throat now. Apparently, Aredhel ought to be more bruised. "You know, we could do that second thing you said tomorrow. We would have to make some adjustments, but we can do the important part."

"Ask me again tomorrow. I want to sleep." It sounded nice, but it was late. Maedhros seemed to agree, because she did not speak for quite a while. Still, she did speak, just as Aredhel was falling asleep.

"Do you think there is a joke here, about caves and water?" Maedhros sounded a little gleeful. "Plundering underground lakes? Making water drip from your cave?"

Aredhel could not be blamed for kicking her in the shin.

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