One Flesh, One Soul. Part 2 by FellFireFan  

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A New Beginning

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The red fox scurried along the grass with Aegnor and Andreth on its trail. They followed it from the spring where their brief embrace still lingered fresh in their minds. Their kiss interrupted by the creature staring curiously at them. Aegnor however was rather agitated at the intervention as he trailed behind Andreth who excitedly urged him to join her in pursuing it. Much to his annoyance

"Beloved," he said as lightly as he could, "you entice me with your feminine wiles to suddenly insist we follow the tail of a wondering fox..." he complained, "the spring gets were we embraced gets further away with each step," he added. Andreth spun around, her hands placed firmly on her hips.

"For the last and final time, Aegnor!" she scolded "it is a well known fact that if you follow a fox, it will lead to somewhere wonderful! Atleast it was true among my people,"

"We were already in a-" he stopped, adjusting his tone. He placed his hands on his hips, mirroring her annoyance, "a wonderful place... Are you never satisfied!?" He uttered.

"It seems the elf has lost his sense of excitement. You have not stopped complaining since we left that spring behind, what is it you desire so much that can not wait?" She teased.

"I just miss the warmth... my lady," he grumbled.

 Smirking, she turned back and continued. An agitated breath blew from his lips and he resigned himself to this. They followed the creature up a hill. The moon light illuminated their path and the fox dived through a wall of vines and Andreth eagerly followed. When Aegnor peered through he gasped. There before his eyes, a vast and spacious valley welcomed him. A large waterfall ran down the mountains into a nearby lake that split the ground. The air danced with fireflies and there, in the centre of the valley, his eyes were drawn to a cosy round pavilion, shrouded in thick white curtain swaying in the gentle breeze.

Utterly enchanted, Aegnor waded through the soft, long grass, his hands held out as the fireflies danced between his fingers. He watched the fox dash back through the wall of vine and out again, its red coat having an unusual glow as it went. He entered the pavilion, pulling the curtain back. He felt warm air envelope him, keeping out the cold. His eyes were drawn immediately to Andreths slender figure as she crouched over a large trunk, inspecting its contents.

"Do you see now, my love..." she turned her head to him and smiled, "wonderful places,"

He gazed down at her, his lips curled into a sultry smirk. She rose and turned to him. Her eyes drawn to the beautiful structure surrounding them, "this is our home Aegnor, yours and mine, a home all our own" she breathed.

She whirled around to face him, her thin airy shift swirling gracefully around her slender feet. He was silent. His gentle eyes witnessing her reverie. In the centre on the spacious pavilion, he pulled some scattered pillows on the ground and arranged them around his feet. He then seized the swirling maiden and scooped her up in his arms. She wrapped hers around his neck and their bodies pressed close. Aegnor hoisted her feet off the ground and carried her to the spot amongst the pillows. With all the ethereal grace of a regal elven lord, he sank to the ground taking her with him. He placed her beside him, their bodies remaining close. There, their hands touched, their palms and fingers melding. Their eyes entwined in a gaze so deep and loving.

"Is this your choice?" He whispered slowly, his soft ragged breaths filled the space between their mouths, betraying his restraint.

"Yes....," she breathed heavily. A nervous smile creeped along his mouth and he swallowed hard, and his smile dropped, replaced with a smoulder of intense desire.

The silence held its breath, their rising breaths melding as Aegnor's hand slowly traced up the delicate curve of Andreth's thigh, lifting her shift with it. Her heart pounded as he slid it down again to her folded knee, the hissing of naked flesh entwined with ragged breaths of rising heat. Then, with his eyes locked in hers, in a sudden bold move, Aegnor mounted Andreth upon his lap, drawing one sleek leg across his body, he perched her on top of him.

She blushed heavily at the intimate position and his boldness in taking it. Lifting his shoulders from the ground, he stretched his neck and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss, hungry with desire. Caught between hesitation and desire, Andreth trembled as he kissed her lips and neck, his firm hands stroking her thighs, he boldly claimed the space between them. She had never known the touch of a man, nor the strength of his ardour, it was an experience never felt by her before. Fear and passion reached fever pitch inside Andreth. Aegnor's searing desire for her robbing her of thought or word. Seeing she was overwhelmed, Aegnor stopped, his eyes seeking understanding in hers.

"I am sorry Andreth..." he panted through slow, controlled breaths, "at times I do not realise you are not of the eldar," he smiled softly through red cheeks, his eyes once dark, now a tender gaze. Andreth laughed a flustered chuckle and blurted.

"Is it typical among your kind for the sex to be this fervid right from the beginning?!" She giggled

Aegnor laughed, his melodic voice enchanting the room, breaking the tension. His laughter was followed by Andreths melding with his.

"Oh Andreth, how I adore you!" Aegnor cried tenderly, "I often forget the weakness of mortals when compared to the likes of us. You are but a tiny songbird in a sky full of eagles," he teased her.

"A little songbird am I?" She crossed her arms in defiance, "I will have you know elf, we are equally passionate beings!"

Her answer made him laugh even harder.

"Child, you forget I have been around mortals for far longer than your own existence three times over!" He vaunted arrogantly, "I have seen with my own eyes the weakness of men in passion and pleasure. To the likes of elves, there is no comparison! You simply aren't capable of pleasure to the heights we experience it. You should not be surprised by this," he added, his haughty smirk challenging her indignant gaze.

Leaning forward, she placed a fingertip on the solid lump of his apple. She traced a winding line down his solid chest and along the line of his stomach. She felt a shift in his breathing as she travelled further and drew a slow, teasing circle around his navel and, with an agonising measurement, she caressed down the solid planes of his lower abdomen. She felt rhythmic waves of vibration from his body as she lingered there, teasing him with callous cruelty. Then, in an unexpected and bold move, she dived upon him and drew her slick tongue upward along his lower abdomen and over his navel.

Aegnor coiled, his fingers clenching the sheet, his back arching. From his lips, a rich, velvet moan of unadulterated pleasure and abandon sang. A sound so enticing it set a light to Andreths womanhood, sending tingles shooting through her body.

"Lo, elf! I have broken you!" She cried victoriously. Her wide, flushed grin growing wider as she devoured his spent form, utterly compromised beneath her, "for all your vaunted elven pride, you share a common trait with mortals that vexes all men" she gloated and lean down, bringing her quaking lips to his sensitive ear, she whispered, "you all crumble to dust beneath the soft hands of a woman,"

Aegnor's eyes fluttered open, revealing glassy orbs of blackness. His chest heaving, his face flushed. With a loud, ragged hiss, one strong arm secured her neck while the other claimed her splayed leg and with a effortless roll, Aegnor flipped her onto her back and rolled on top, pinning her beneath him. He kissed her, releasing all previous restraint to the wind. They kissed with matching fervour, passion rising. The scorch of each touch and kiss to their bodies, a mark to how long they had awaited for one another. Andreths legs wrapped around his back, while Aegnors stomach pressed upon hers. She anchored her elven lover to her, desiring to have him fully. His taut hands roamed her thighs as her fingers entangled in his lustrous, thick tresses.

She remembered every day in that moment. Every word he spoke to her, every day she desired him. Every moment of pain, every fleeting passion. The day he fought the troll and saved her, their eyes lingering for the very first time. The moment by the lake, when he did not remember her. The moment she first reached for his lips and he ran away from their love. The smell of him, the beauty yet cruel coldness in his demeanour that enchanted her all the more. Now he was hers, all her own. A lifetime of heartbreak, for this one moment. She would do it all over again.

"You once said you had known this kind of pleasure before Aegnor...with a certain elf maiden from your past," she panted loudly, "will you now reveal her name beloved... or will you forever keep me guessing... I feel I owe her thank you!" She grinned victoriously.

Aegnor lifted her body off the ground and onto his lap, sitting on his knees.

"The past does not matter, Andreth," came his breathless reply as his hands roamed the sleek curves of her slender waist beneath her shift, "her name carries no meaning for me now," he panted.

Andreth wanted to push, but she did not want to distract from the moment, she arched into his touch, the beautiful curve in her back bending to the will of his hands upon her. Then, a sharp squeak of sheer pleasure burst forth from her throat as she felt her breasts enclosed in warm hands and fondled worshipfully. She blushed profusely as Aegnors lightning like caress claimed her soft womanly orbs, like he was the potter, and she his clay.

Aah, Andreth...," Aegnor moaned, deep and rich, "how I crave you,"

"I too, Aegnor," she purred.

Holding her, he buried his face into her chest, kissing her heart. She stroked his muscular back, lightly tracing his heeled battle scars. She realised that some dark lines looked like flog marks, from a whip. Had he been a prisoner at some point? Captured and tortured by some ferocious evil and escaped? So many untold stories, all written on one body. How this beautiful elf intrigued her!

"Andreth..." he muttered, looking up at her, "are you ready to enter into this first joining with me, it's completion bonding us as forever mates in hröa to hröa?" The trembling of lingering desire echoed in his voice made her tingle. Then slowly, she began unlacing the front of her shift, her eyes never leaving his. Once untied, she pulled the lace cord out and the fabric loosened and parted. It slowly fell down her shoulders and down her arms, uncovering her torso and the supple mounds of her naked breasts. She placed his hand upon one round breast and held it there. Her thick smoulder framed by her unbound black hair voiced her desire.

 He brought her breast to his parted lips. The warm, soft flesh yielded to his kiss. Deep breaths of pleasure ghosted from his throat, hissing onto her skin. Slowly taking the stiff rose bud in his warm mouth and releasing it again. He kissed her heart again and after he took some long drawn out breaths, for the steadiness that he felt not at all, he lifted his eyes to hers once again.

"Bring us to the culmination of our joining, my love and lay within me all your hopes and fears, as my lord and my love... I warmly invite you," she whispered

He removed her shift, lifting it over her head. She sat upon him, baring her body in all its natural glory. With great care, he lay her down upon her back like she was a most precious and fragile possession and gently unlaced himself. He kissed her feet to her knee, and along the tender flesh if her splayed thigh. Then, with precise measurement, drew his soft tongue along the silky flesh of her lower abdomen. She arched and moaned delicately, and he crawled upon her, leaving a trail of scorching kisses up her soft belly. He took the sensitive peak of one pinkish breast in his mouth and suckled it delicately, eliciting a high pitched moan of sheer delight from her. He rained kisses upon the elegant curve of her long neck. He guided her lips toward his and with his beautiful mouth, he seduced his lady to full surrender.

He entered her. He felt a resistance within her he did not expect. He broke through it and it yielded effortlessly with a soft pop. A sudden sharp cry of agony burst from Andreths mouth, directly into Aegnors sensitive ears. Aegnor jumped, the fright she elicited from him made him withdraw and leap onto his side beside her blocking his ears with his hands.

"Oh Aegnor! Oh no!" She yelped grabbing his hands, "Aegnor I am sorry! Please forgive me..." she pleaded.

"Andreth... why??" He cried

"Aegnor... it is alright... you have taken my maiden head," she responded gently. He released his ears and looked at her directly, annoyed.

"What maiden!? And why does she not have a head!?" He barked

Peels of sudden laughter erupted from Andreth, she collapsed upon the spread pillows, her unclad form rolling.

"You scared the Mandos out of me, Andreth!" Aegnor yelled, his eyes demanding an explanation. His glare turned to fear as he saw red stains of blood upon the ground, dripping from between her legs, "Andreth, this is no laughing matter! Look! You are bleeding!" he cried, now deeply concerned. She sat up, shocked.

"Aegnor, do you not know what a maiden head is?" She asked. "It is the seal that guards my virginity. It stands as a gateway... a testament that I have laid with no man before you, and that it was your privilege alone to take. A minor wounding...that is all," her voice shook with both desire and fear. Aegnor's confused expression only grew.

"Why lady, would I need evidence of such a fact? The Eldar do not put such an importance on such trivial things! It seems pointless and intrusive beyond all acceptable reason!! Is this purely a Mortal concern?!" He asked, bewildered

"Then how DO you know that an elf maiden is pure before you lay with her?" She asked, equally bewildered

"What are you talking about!?" Aegnor replied, even more confused

"You said elves do not require a wedding to be married, correct? So how do you know she has not bonded with another before engaging in sexual relations with her?"

"Once bonded, elves do not seek that kind of pleasure with anyone other than their spouse," Aegnor explained, "when we bond for the first time and that bond is completed, it forms a connection with that one and it is never severed. Therefore elf maidens do not need to prove their purity, for it is in our nature never to bed another we do not seek a mate with,"

She blinked, confused,

"If this is the case and if all you tell me is true, then what of the confession you made to me, regarding the mysterious elf maiden who knew you intimately, the very one who you refuse to release her name," she retorted

"It never reached its full fulfilment. It was incomplete. I never allowed it to go that far," he responded. "Purity among the eldar is protected by our minds, not our bodies," he added

"Well that sounds just wonderful," she quipped, sinking, "among my kind, men may take as many female partners as they see fit before marriage, but a woman must remain pure. Even still, there are extra marital affairs. Some even would pay for such services," she sighed, "my father did all he could to banish such behaviour in our menfolk, but he was powerless to stop it entirely" she said sadly

"I know," Aegnor replied, "your father was an honourable man, that is why I do not carry such concerns for you."

He settled beside her. He kissed her forehead and she melted into his embrace. She plucked a lock of his hair and played with its shimmering tress.

"So beautiful you are Aegnor," she uttered "every inch of you, worthy of praise, I think about the moments I almost never had you, so uncertain the world was back them,"

"You have me Andreth, our fates are entwined. Destined to cross paths,"

"Perhaps... with this first bonding... there will be a new hope for us. A child of our own... nestled in the sanctuary of my womb, " she mused. There was a tremble in his breath, a deep yearning in his heart.

"That would be wonderful.... Andreth....," he whispered

She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. The lingering gaze grew intense. Then, Aegnor bent his neck and released a trembling breath, before laying his lips upon hers. They kissed one another with sweet, gentleness. Her pleasure rose as Aegnor caressed her nude body. She took his hand and placed it on her bare breast.

"I was brought forth into this world with this new body,  and so it is all I have to offer to you, take it," she purred into his ear, her desire rising, "put your hands on me... Aegnor,"

Aegnor readily succumbed. He laid her back down, comfortably sprawled upon the pillowed he had laid around. He kissed her knees, and gently parted them. He kissed her inner thigh and lower abdomen. He lingered there, his lips trempling upon her skin. Then, he kissed her soft belly and both of her breasts. Breathing deeply, he entered her again, this time meeting no obstructions. Andreth tensed as pain shot through her. But she would not dare scream this time. Aegnor moaned with intense pleasure as he entered her fully. Andreth watched him, the sheer unguarded beauty in his face made the pain worth enduring. She had never seen a creature so breath-taking as Aegnor and never would she. Finally he opened his eyes and he was greeted with his mortal bride, gazing at him, silent.

"She is so beautiful..." His thoughts overwhelmed him as he gazed down upon every inch of her unguarded form.

She captured his lips, claiming them passionately and Aegnor was all to happy to oblige. Andreth trembled and shook as the last vestiges of pain faded replaced with an undeniable, intense pleasure. With unhurried delight, Aegnor claimed her body fully. Any lingering concerns in his mind where swiftly dispensed as Andreth surrendered herself. With building rapture, he penetrated deep inside her, her comforting warmth welcoming him deeper with every passionate thrust. The burning sting of her claws dragging red lines down his back, the delicious mix of intense pain and pleasure rocketed him to further heights, he edged ever closer to the limits of his last restraint.

It was in that defining moment a cresting wave consumed Andreth. Her body buckled and her mind collapsed as she was engulfed in a torrent surge of ecstasy. Her skin flushed a soft shade of pink, she lay there utterly surrendered beneath him. Their eyes met in that eclipsing moment. Seeing her so compromised by the sheer power of her release, the state of which he caused, a delicious, half smile creeped along the plump curves of his mouth, basking in the sight of her full surrender.

"Fair Andreth... queen of my guarded heart. With this gift, I bind us as one... within your hroä, I surrender mine..." he whispered heavily.

Arching, he pinned her hands to the ground. Andreth braced, her back arching into it, fully submitting. His muscles bulging and strong neck tensing, Aegnor reached the pinnacle, rimming on the edge of total release. Then, with a shuddering last breath, he tipped into the torrent waves of ecstasy, engulfing him and washing him away with its current. Andreth watched, robbed of her breath and voice. His skin glowed like gems encrusted every inch of him. His elven beauty transcended to angelic heights.

The curtains whipped around them as his powerful fëa surged into Andreth. She gasped deeply, her eyes pinned to the sky. Her heart overflowed with love and an intense joy never known to her. Andreth wept tears of every emotion she could have, her heart racing within her chest. She shuddered as she felt Aegnor release his seed within her.

Deep, slow breaths from Aegnor filled the silence, his body shaking violently in the afterglow. Finally, he lifted from her and gently kissed her wet cheeks, pulling her shaking hand from her mouth. He stared down at her, their eyes locking in a moment of sheer, naked love.

His lips pulled into a blissful, partial smile. Tendrils of damp stray hair clung to his eyes and face, as he stared down into her eyes, filled with love. His deep, quivering breaths rushing into her face. "Welcome... my beloved wife,"