Challenge: Favorite Sil quote - Maeglin smut
Author(s): Marina aka Aearwen
Beta(s): Eldamelod and Sauron
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer:Oh copyright I honor thee, so there is really no point in sueing me. I wrote this simply for fun, noone and nothing belongs to me
Warnings:rought sexual actions
Pairing: Maeglin/Haleth
Timeline: Silmarillion
Summary: Maeglin takes a night off from laboring underground and has his first encounter with a young mortal woman.
Author's Notes: This story could be a stand alone, but is actually taken from the infamous "Nan Elmoth Diaries"
At the “Rutting Naugrim”
"One more, one more, one more!" The crowed of dwarves and elves around the two was yelling and screaming to make Maeglin and his friends sing more. The tall, black haired elf stood on the rough table of a little tavern many, many miles away from Nan Elmoth.
He had been singing and dancing for hours and they had made merry. For months they had been underground in a new mine that Maeglin himself had found. He grabbed his big drink horn and poured the wine into his throat. The ellon really enjoyed the place. Lithônion had been scanning the area above their underground camp and had come across a dwelling.
It was not even a real village. Just a tavern, a farmer and a trader had build their houses very close to each other. Maeglin had narrowed his eyes as he had read the cast iron sign in front of the tavern: Rutting Naugrim.
Lithônion handed another mug to Maeglin and the ellon again emptied it quickly. Together they sang one more song and danced. They bounced and stomped, turned and jumped and sang as loud and as merry they could. And with a big noise the table broke underneath their feet, sending them tumbling into the crowd. Dwarves, elves and a bunch of people that Maeglin had never seen before had gathered in this smelly, dirty tavern.
As Maeglin came back onto his feet he made his way to the bar. He stared at the female behind it. Not for her to understand he turned to Lithônion "What is this kind of whench is that?"
"A mortal, one of the kindred of men.“
Maeglin shook his head softly and tilted his head to the right. He gazed all over the wench behind the bar.
"She could be considered fair but ...her ears are not right." he stated simply while still openly staring at her.
"They have round ears, way fuller bosoms, rounder hips and are different from us.“
Now Maeglin got curious and watched exactly each point that Lithônion had told him. Indeed the red haired woman had round hips and way bigger breasts as Maeglin had ever seen on an elleth. He was mostly impressed by the color of her hair. Two long fire red braids hung down her back.
She realized Maeglin‘s interest and lowered her eyes down to the ale barrel again.
"She is dirty!“ The ellon tilted his head now to the other side.
"No, she is not. They call that freckles. They have that on their skin.“
"Are they like an elleth in a certain way?“ The dark eyed ellon wanted to know now everything about the afterborns. He had seen the women of the Naugrim and had been spooked for days. In his nightmares he had seen ellith with knee long beards afterwards.
Lithônion grinned and pulled his horn to his lips, blowing the foam of the ale to the side he said "They are fiery and very tight. You ought to lay one of those.“
Maeglin shook his head and answered that he had someone waiting for him at home in Nan Elmoth.
"You are neither betrothed nor wed and taking one of those does not count at all. They have no feelings.“ The chestnut haired friend explained cool.
Maeglin thought for a second and a wicked smile played on his lips. He sipped from the ale he just had gotten and gagged instantly. He hated ale. Retching he transferred the big mug back to the table. He shook his head heavily, making his shiny black hair fly. The woman gazed in awe at him.
"Do you have to court them long before they give in?“
Lithônion laughed out loud and slapped Maeglin on the shoulder "Not at all! Our mere looks enchante them, although it makes them more willing if you are a little nice. But be careful they are more beastlike and conceive without wishing it.“
The dark eyes of the young ellon became very big. His friend had made him very curious and he wanted to claim one of those wenches that night.
He felt the urge in his groin to feel the difference, if there was one.
From curious to serious Maeglin changed within seconds, he blinked twice at Lithônion and turned away from his friend straight to the wench behind the bar.
He suddenly realized that he had no idea how to address her because he spoke no tongue of men. But still he tried to talk to her and the woman tried to understand his melodic words.
It was the first time since she worked at the tavern that elves had come. She had heard stories from the dwarves and from other Edain that they were so incredible beautiful and nice, so gentle and so friendly.
And there stood the most beautiful, most amazing being in front of her and spoke to her with words so filled of love that she had to hold on to her desk, so she would not sink into her knees.
When the elves had entered the tavern with some of the dwarves, she had been amazed. But then the last one stepped into the narrow and smoke filled room and she had never seen anything or anyone like him. He was huge and had an extremely light complexion. His hair was black as the shadows of the dwarves in their mines. Every movement when he danced, every word he sung had given her chills. And now he stood in front of her, trying to talk to her.
He stretched his arm and softly caressed her hand, pulling it closer to him, holding it between his hands. The woman felt the soft skin and could not imagine how he was working in a mine with hands softer as the ones of a little child.
Maeglin was amazed. Her hands felt soft but the skin was more rough than he was used to. He talked to her for a while, promising to bring her a star from the sky. The woman though was hypnotized and answered his words with nods. Maeglin smiled most friendly and seductively.
He turned to sign language and motioned her to take a little walk with his two fingers on the wood board of the bar. The young woman seemed to understand and blushing she smiled. Her brother would not pick her up for at least another hour to bring her home from work and she never had taken a stroll with a man and of course not with an elf.
She quickly walked over to the owner of the tavern and told him, she needed to go to the outhouse. As she turned, she just caught the last glimpse of the elf as he slid out through the door. She followed him fast.
Lithônion grinned broad and ordered another mug of ale, because he liked it and his eyes traveled searching to the other waitress. Once he found her, he blinked at her twice.
Maeglin stood waiting just a few feet away from the door as the woman appeared. He took her hand and kissed again. She had found him only with the little light that the moon brought. The elf softly wandered away from the tavern, gently pulling her with him. His keen sight scanned the surrounding for a decent spot to be alone with her.
He walked her, singing softly, to the back of a hay shed still holding her hand. Once they had arrived he pulled her close to him and hugged her. The young woman sighed. Towering in his mighty size over her, she could not see his smile.
He bent his head down and took her chin between his fingers. He could feel her tremble as his lips touched her mouth. A little clumsy she answered his kiss. Maeglin opened his mouth, letting his tongue caress her top lip. Softly he nibbled on her mouth until she understood and opened her mouth. Fervently, he pushed his tongue into her mouth trying to get her to kiss him right.
His hand moved down her back and rested at her round buttocks. Maeglin liked the feeling of her softness. He squeezed them with both hands and started to suck her earlobe. The woman moaned quietly. Returning to her mouth he still held her tight with one arm. His other hand pushed down the cleavage of her blouse.
This new sensation of her warm, full and round breasts nearly took his breath. He instantly opened her blouse and her breasts came free of the loose garment, that slid down to her waist. Maeglin leaned a little back to observe her breasts. With both hands he caught them, amazed how soft and heavy they were. His hands were filled with them and Maeglin bent down to lick the hard nipples.
They tasted wonderful. He sucked each of the into his mouth, circled them with his tongue, softly biting it.
In his breeches his elfhood started to grow and swell. He pulled the woman closer to rub himself against her. The sweet pain in his groin was pulsating, pumping even more blood into his member.
He sucked one nipple harder and pinched the other one. The woman jumped a little, but he held her tight.
He started to lift her skirts. Now that he had felt the heavy breasts so wonderful in his hands, he longed desperately to explore more. Her legs were nicely shaped and ended in those decent rounded buttocks. Maeglin made her hold her own skirts so he could see better. With both hands he straddled her from her knees up. Again he tilted his head as his hand finally had reached her curls. They were fuller then the ones of an elleth.
The woman shivered as he simply divided her folds to find out, if she had also a little pearl.
Pleasantly surprised he instantly started to rub his discovery, making her moan. He divided her folds with two fingers as his tongue stroke that little fleshy knob. She desperately held onto her high lifted skirts. Maeglin kneeled down in front of her and searched her opening. Once found, he pushed a finger into her, feeling her ribbed walls. Another finding that aroused him even more. His elfhood was so hard that it started to hurt him. He nestled around to unlace his breeches, making his member jump forward.
He continued to please her with his tongue and rotated his finger deep into her. The woman‘s heavy breathing encouraged him do divide her folds more and to push his finger faster in and out of her.
Maeglin felt her juices on his hand. Another sweet sting hit his groin as he realized how wet she was. She was tight and wet and Maeglin only wondered what that little skin was that partially covered her opening.
Suddenly he got up and grabbed her around the waist. He pushed her against the wall of the shed and shoved her up. Nervously he held her with one arm and tried to lift all those skirts again. Her breasts swung in front of his eyes. Maeglin bit her highly erected nipple, sucked it hard while he straddled her more. He pushed her legs apart and wrapped them around his waist.
He grabbed his large hard elfhood and rubbed it along her folds. He finally found the way. Without hesitating he pushed deep into her gasping loud at this wonderful sensation. The young woman shrieked. Maeglin bit her into her neck. He pushed her body against the wall pounding hard into her. The woman held desperately on to his shoulders as he rocked her.. She was sure this was pain not pleasure.
He did not take care about anything around him anymore. He did not even realized that she was there. He was rapt at these great sensation of her tightness and the moisture of her tender walls. Maeglin felt getting close to climax. He did not want to stop and continued to thrust into her. Suddenly he pulled out of her and grabbed his elfhood. With a feral scream escaping his throat, the milky white semen jetted out of him and hit hot her skin.
Maeglin was shivering all over his body. His eyes caught the sight of little blood drops traveling down to her ankles. Maeglin was not sure if they came from his harsh use but he worried from something different and felt regret in his heart for a moment. The redheaded young woman stood leaning against the hay shed, jittering, trying to pull her blouse up again.
The elf came close to her, pulled her garments up and kissed her gently again, enchanting her instantly with his wonderful voice and the words she could not understand.
Maeglin stroked her hair and held her until he sensed that she recovered, relaxed and forgave him his violation. He kissed her one more time, before he turned and left to return to Lithônion to tell him, that those wenches might have some feelings.
“But Maeglin...did not grieve at all...for he felt no love for any of the kindred of men”
The Silmarillin from J.R.R Tolkien