The Captive by Glorified

Chapter 7: Unstoppable force.

Warnings for eroticism.

Chapter 7. Unstoppable force.

A few days later I was on the way back along the dusty sand strewn lanes nearing my homestead. I left the cart at the village and called to my Mearas whistling in a high pitch and he came swiftly cantering along the beach to carry me the last few miles home. Home I thought, Maglor I thought, and I felt my spirits rise. I could not deny that what had happened in Alqualonde had badly shaken me but that I had been able to strike back reminded me that I was not entirely helpless. That I remained discreet about this was due to the very discrimination I had experienced in Alqualonde. I knew if anyone ever suspected it would be an incendiary thrown into an already burning blaze.

I just wanted to put all thought of Alqualonde and what happened there out of my mind; I just wanted normality and my home comforts, and strangely enough I now felt myself putting Maglor into that fold. I dearly hoped he had forgotten all that nonsense from before I left. He been a stalwart companion these last few months and I had not realised until now how much. With his quite unassuming manner, his diligence to his work, I liked having him around I thought more than I had realised. Elrond had been wrong, we could surely live and work together harmoniously. This would be a fresh start after a break from one another. I decided not to tell him of the attack or the reaction I had got in Alqualonde. I didn’t need reminding of such  judgment and derision and neither did he. He would have felt immeasurably guilty at the nature of the attack. I just wanted to put the whole unpleasant experience out of my mind.

When I got there Maglor was filling the last few raised beds with flowers that would bloom into a riotous colour in the next few months. I went to slide down my horse back and he steadied me before I reached the floor holding me around my waist.

“Thank you”, I said as I turned around and he momentarily held on to me before letting go. I was rather abashed at the contact and I realised I was genuinely glad to see him.

“You’ve been working hard you’ve been working hard while I’ve been away”, I nodded towards the raised beds,

“Of course” he said as if I was questioning his diligence.

“Come see”,

He seemed proud of his efforts and I realised he had found real purpose in creating my garden for me. After surveying all he had done. I walked towards the house and turned back,

“You will come to dinner tonight?”

He nodded affirmatively his expression soft and a smile playing around his lips. I so glad of this friendly manner we had struck and more than ever so glad the awkwardness and the reason for it from before I went away was all now resolved. I sighed glad to be home and back on an even keel again with Maglor.

I made food hoping he would not be long, I had brought some fresh food in the village small pastries and quiches and with early spring greens and some fresh batons of bread with the white wine I hope it was not too a meagre a dish.

It was half past the hour we usually ate, and the food was ready on the table when I wondered where Maglor was. What could be keeping him I wondered. Such thoughts consumed my mind for a number of minutes and I chastised myself at not being more patient. At quarter to the hour when my patience wore thin I set off to the range of small out buildings Maglor occupied.

He was not in the sitting room come bedroom, and I pushed open the adjoining doorway to the passage which connected to the bathroom. I really don’t know what I was thinking that day, why my brain was not in gear, but my impatience partly fuelled it and hearing no shower or water noises I found myself taking hold of the door handle to the bathroom and opening it.

Maglor there in front of me, completely naked, his head tilted slightly back in repose and relaxation as he soaped himself between his legs as the cold water ran over him. He looked down at me astonished, and his hand froze on the sponge he was using to lather himself and his erect member with.

I felt my mouth open and all I could spurt out was I’m sorry was before I felt the intense heat of a blush crimson my face and I turned and ran. I ran across the yard through the kitchen door and stood there utterly fazed not knowing which way to turn, or what to do with myself. I touched my face with the back of my hand, it was burning. I looked around bewildered, thoughtless, not knowing what to focus on, only knowing I felt utterly abashed and discomposed at seeing Maglor in the state I had.

The next moment Maglor appeared in the door way with an earnest look on his face and slightly out of breath, he had wrapped a towel around his bottom half but was making puddles on the floor from his shower. He quickly walked towards me and held me by both wrists. I jerked back at his touch but he kept a firm yet gentle hold of my wrists pulling me towards him.

“Ella, Ella, listen to me”, he pleaded, “There is no shame in this, I do not mind, you do not shame me, please, please do not be embarrassed. Please, there is no shame in you seeing my nakedness”, he continued, “There is no shame in seeing me as you did”.

But embarrassed I was, in fact mortified would have been the right expression and I knew to what he alluded, when he talked of,‘as you did’. I had not only seen his nakedness but caught him in a private display of self gratification and sexual release. I felt the heat searing my neck and face, and I could hear myself mumbling incoherently about supper and food as I watched the wet patches pooling on the floor when I felt his hand come under my chin and caress my neck and the next thing I knew was that his mouth soft and urgent was latched onto mine in a delicious, encompassing sweetness that sent radiated heat in my spine and down my legs. He pulled me urgently against him pressing the whole of his torso against as me he as continued his soft insistent kisses, pushing his tongue into my mouth, deepening the intensity. He pushed me against the back of the low coach in the middle of the room to steady us his arms encircling my waist.

Before I knew it he had lifted my shirt up out of my breeches and was encircling my breasts with his hands manipulating them and pulling at my nipples. He bent his head and took one then another of them into his mouth. The rush of blood to my core and base was nearly overwhelming and I mouthed something incoherent. Then leaving my breasts exposed to the cool air he bent down on his knees to to unlace my breeches pulling them swiftly off over my feet until I stood there with my bottom half exposed and I not caring in the least. He lifted one of my thighs slightly then bent his head to to kiss and expose my nub to his mouth.

I caught hold of his shoulder to steady myself and willed him to never stop as I felt an explosion beginning to curl up within me. He used his fingers to open me and his tongue to lubricate as he continued his ministrations below me.

He stopped suddenly and lifted me up in his arms with alarming ease and walked over to the bedroom door, pushing it open with his knee before depositing me gently on the bed. He stood by the bed and pulled the towel covering himself off. He knelt over me holding his length and rubbing its head on my nub easing my lips open pushing slightly to stretch a little more each time until he gained a little more entrance. All the time he watched me with his limpid shining grey eyes gauging my reactions. When he felt me give a little more he suddenly pushed his entire length inside of me and then stopped. When he start a slow movement to and fro within me I felt a deep desire to yield to him, to open myself up like a budding flower and encompass him entirely. I felt filled, entire and subsumed in a totality in a way I had never, never felt before. All I knew was that I was drowning in the slow rhythmic thudding of the slap of flesh on flesh. His rhythm built and I drank and swilled with its intensity utterly lost and yielding to its consuming pulse until I could not stop the culmination within my body and I lost myself in a euphoric ecstasy as he plunged and rose and plunged and rose deeper and deeper into my core until he was utterly, spent and satiated within me.

The dawn rose with a blush of peached innocence and streaked across the bed we lay in which gave lie to the utter turgid abandonment of the state we both lay in. His head upon my breast, sleeping deeply, I splayed on my back with his legs twinned through mine exposing my sex and the evidence of our connubial bliss. I didn't care, I had no shame, I felt triumphant even. Let the dawn see and the day acknowledge our naked truth I thought. I felt glad, free and carefree in a way I had never felt. I felt him stir and lap at my breast like a young child looking for succour, and I was mother earth, Yvanna herself giving freely of my bounty. I held my breast and perked the nipple up into his mouth and he sucked languidly then, rolled on top of me, and found my entrance and pushed his already hardened length once more within me. I felt the same intensity building within me as I had before, and gave myself up to his thrusts as he swiftly pushed himself within me releasing himself with a shuddering display of urgency and want. He found my mouth and kissed me opening me with his tongue, before he spoke,

“Good morning”, he said, which I felt was an understatement to say the least.