Love Begotten by Rhapsody

Love Begotten

The mattress rippled when he joined her on the bed, her long legs parted in a silent invitation to him and he slowly brushed her foot, then her ankle to wander idly up her leg. His wife moaned softly in bliss, as if he touched her for the first time. In her own haste, she exposed the rest of her body to him by unlacing her clothing. Understanding her urgency, he moved his hands upwards and watched how she gave in to his touch.

Slowly, he lifted her buttocks to support her lower body that writhed in need, when she settled down in eager anticipation, he started to move inside her, causing her eyes to flutter. To create perfection, he willed his mind to remain calm until stilling himself two inches short of complete penetration. As his lips met hers, he withdrew completely, and started over, unsatisfied with himself. Suddenly, as if he knew how to achieve this dream of creation, he pushed his entire length into her. Her groans transgressed to voiceless breath, and their intricate dance of souls started, completing each other in giving and taking, moulding their dream of a child into a feä, while their bodies met each other in fire that soon would culminate into eruption. Soon his first spurts fired deep into her, and for a moment, both beheld their creation in wonder and she willingly accepted the bearing of this child that would remain with her until it was ready to wander upon Arda.

Exhaustion settled in and Fëanor held Nerdanel close, not willing to let her go after begetting their first child and making this unique creation together. Her warm breath coaxed him to let their fëar go and sleep overtook them while the new life’s fëa sparkled in wonder between them.