Winter Warmth by Serinquanion  

The sky was all gloomy today with winter approaching. Through the open window among the two, light drizzle entered the warm cozy chamber and wetted the heavy curtains and the window-side table. But such gloominess didn’t reach the occupants of the chamber and the Lord and Lady of the fortress were all busy in their warm bubble inside their canopied bed, at the far corner of the chamber from both the windows and warmed by both a bronze brazier and the ablaze fireplace.

They were warm and burning with each other’s passion and lost to the world outside their bed. Though both Maedhros and Lúthien were still in their undergarments, the thinnest of material made it less an hindrance and more of another type of sensory experience instead. They both loved it this way, at least for the start before they both grew too eager to move around the delicate materials.

Maedhros had nothing on his upper body and his good hand was all busy with fondling her clothed bosom with apt attention. Lúthien held his other arm to her neck where her pulse was fluttering like butterfly wings and flush rising upwards. The same was with her love she could tell for the fine hair at his neck was all stood up and as she stroked the skin there, he made quite a satisfied sound. Their lower limbs were entangled and the fur quilt above made everything much hotter than it was.

They had been just kissing and fondling each other’s body for hours now. Since the evening meal had ended in fact and Lúthien was becoming restless with the heat coiling in her stomach and especially when she could tell her lover was as excited with how his clothed sex rubbed against her thigh.

She bit onto his earlobe, stifling her own moan as Maedhros left open mouthed kisses along her throat. “Hurry up.” She blew into his ear, earning a groan and a hard squeeze on her breast.

“Lómelindë is quite impatient tonight.” Maedhros laughed, looking up after leaving a final kiss on her neck. His eyes were both dark with desire and bright with mirth. Hers reflected the same to him.

“If it wasn’t you being all busy last night painting me bare and yet refused to touch me, I wouldn’t be so impatient.” she retorted back, curling her fingers in his hair and dragging him down for a rough kiss. Their lips crashed, teeth clashed before they found a rhythm and tongues found each other. They both groaned into the sensation. For a while she let him explore her mouth with eagerness before pushing him back and turning them so she was straddling Maedhros now. Taking advantage, Lúthien pushed back until he complied and relaxed under her, focusing more on gentle pressure on her breasts now before they both grew impatient.

“These things are a hindrance.” Maedhros muttered as they panted. He palmed her hardening nipple through the thin chemise.

“That I agree with.” Lúthien hummed, moving now so that she sat directly over his hardening length and grinded teasingly, grinning against his lip. The friction made her moan and it ignited a molten heat low in her stomach.

Maedhros groaned from it too, stifling a gasp between the kisses. “It’s not your preferred one, is it?” his hand was already growing rougher and hooking under the laces.

“No it isn’t.” she confirmed, nipping on his lower lip before soothing the sting with a lick. The confirmation all that was needed before her chemise was ripped off her and his calloused thumb and index finger found her already pebbling nipple. Lúthien moaned at the contact and her head dropped on his shoulder. She panted as it hardened under his attention and he turned that attention to the other side too. She grabbed his right arm that was still around her waist. “Not fair that you are still dressed.” she murmured.

Maedhros paid no mind still except for an affirmation hum and turned them so once more he was on top. “Help me out of it then.” he said before dipping his head to her bosom and he took in her scent for a long breath. It was heaven on earth and no other place could compared to it

“Well, then…” Lúthien panted, head dropping against the pillow as he took in her pebbled nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue over it, he sucked quite hard and once he was satisfied with her reaction, he grazed his teeth over the tender flesh. It was hard to focus of course, with the growing pressure and pleasure but once she managed to untie the numerous ties of the garment, helping her love out of the trousers was quite easy.

Midway through the removal, Maedhros kicked off both the quilt and the remnants of their undergarments off the bed. The only thing that covered little of their modesty was their long hair but even that fell short and they minded the nakedness not.

Being bare physically before one’s loved one without shame was the grandest thing a mortal could do for their lover. They were not mortals and they had bared themselves before each other not only in the physical world but their minds were bare to each other too, entwined they had been for centuries and knew each crevice the other had and knew how to draw pleasure out of the other even without touching them.

So for minutes to pass, they just breathed in each other’s air and held hands and stared into each other’s eyes just to let the warmth build and get lost in each other without even a proper kiss.

“Do you like the view?” Lúthien asked, against his lips.

“The same can be said of you.” Maedhros said, deflecting it. He kissed the corner of her lips and sucked a light bruise on her neck that would darken in purple by the end of the night.

“I suppose so.” She pried her hand out of his hold and brought it to complete the encircling hold around Maedhros’ shoulder. She could feel the tension coiling in the muscles there and the raised scars that she traced and soothed with a gentle finger.

Maedhros hummed absentmindedly, too busy appreciating the fair softness that he still hadn’t gotten used to. He gently kissed down her torso, stopping at her abdomen. Then playfully he licked into her belly button.

Lúthien broke out into giggles. “Oh! Why would you even do it?” she wheezed. Whatever tension was growing broke and Maedhros just chuckled heartily against her stomach, running teeth from the dip to her mound.

“You surely liked it though.” he said with mirth.

“I surely did and should return the favor in some way.” She said wickedly, putting her legs around his shoulder and her fingers found their way through his silky hair, holding him there. “But I also took little offence at exposing me in an indignified state.”

“I shall work hard for my penance then, my lady.” And though Maedhros said so, he instead with a grin tickled the side of her and patted her hip with his stump.

By the time Lúthien was out of breath from her laughter, Maedhros’ good hand had begun lazily stroking along the sensitive skin of her hip and he nuzzled just above her mound. She stroked his head too and the sole of her feet found his lower back to put pressure there. He had always liked controlled pressure along the knotted scarred muscle there and the content hum she received as a response satisfied her.

“Is the earlier fire already extinguished?” Lúthien breathed. He was so slow and soft right now.

“Not extinguished.” he grumbled, dipping his nose into the coarse hair. “Just fanning it to its proper flame.” That was all before his hand moved from holding her hip to inside of her thigh and gently prying her legs off his shoulders.

“It’s properly fanned.” She panted as Maedhros pressed his tongue firmly on her bud. “Just… just at least use your fingers… please,” she demanded, “husband.” She tugged on his hair.

Maedhros growled before finally fulfilling her request. His fingers trailed up her inner thigh and tenderly parted her labia to tease the delicate flesh behind them. Without letting go of her clit but sucking it softly now. Lúthien was moaning quite loudly now that he pressed the rough pad of his calloused fingers inside. He crooked them to find the swollen spot and once found, he massaged it thoroughly until his lover was breathing heavily above and her voice grew desperate and her fingers tightened almost painfully in his hair, “Please… Aearon… love, please.”

He just hummed around her bud, letting go of none until pleasure coiled in her abdomen and crested there and til the tremor that seized her body went down slowly. Then Maedhros looked up. Her eyes were closed and fingers slacked. With still desire burning in him, he placed a soft kiss on her inner thigh and rose till their faces were at the same level. Lúthien opened her eyes then, as his hair tickled her face. They were watery. But much like his own, burning still.

“You are unfinished yet.” she said after catching her breath, tugging him for a taste of her own on his lips. Her hands trailed down from his chest to abdomen, playing with the fine hair that trailed down, she too followed the path.

Maedhros let out a quiet gasp as those tender fingers wrapped around him. “Lómelindë can help…” he panted, trying to stifle groans and moans from spilling out. His face was red and neck and downwards too.

“I will.” Lúthien patted his nape with her free hand. Unlike his other hand that was busy pumping and spreading the clear fluid across his sex, the touch was soft. “But I am afraid with how red and tense you are, you will end much earlier than you want.” she teased, knowing it would urge him into action.

As she expected, the eyes above hers burned and his hand wrapped around hers and pinned it beside her face. He said nothing but for nudging inside without further preamble. They both moaned at the sensation and he kept going slowly until their pelvises were touching. They panted in each other’s mouth until after another urge from her he began moving. All their limbs were tangled once again and all their parts were touching now as they refused to part even for breathing.

“Love, my love, dearest." he groaned as the pleasure grew and movements frantic though he tried hard to keep control. He let go of her hand and reached between.

“Love it…” she muttered back as his fingers found their destination, “please…”

“Yes. Yes.” was all he said before with a choked sound he spilled inside and soon she followed.

They kept the way they were for the next few minutes before their heart beats calmed down and their breathing normaled.

Lúthien groaned as Maedhros slipped out of her, “Where are you going?” she asked with a hoarse, turning on her stomach to ease the soreness. She watched him disappearing in the ante chamber without any words or clothing and returning with a bowl.

“You don’t want to move now, do you?” He teased, “and I refuse to stay like this.” he motioned at both of them.

“You and your cleanliness.” Lúthien rolled her eyes but when he sat down beside her, her smile was fond and content.

Chapter End Notes

Lómelindë - Quenya of Nightingale

Aearon - Sea-person (Lúthien gave him this nickname :) )

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