and I take the big plunge by averytinylizard  

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Chapter 1

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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.