The Fourth Age (closed)

"None ever will," he answered her with a deep resignation to that fact in his tone. He kissed her again with all the love and passion he could muster in just a kiss. And with that, he decided to pleasure her in a new way. Leaning down, Uther trailed kisses down her neck and chest, catching one supple nipple in his lips while his hands began to caress her thighs adoringly, slowly trailing inward.
 
Eruve kissed Uther back, feeling all his love in it. It was the most moving kiss she had ever experienced. She did not want it to end and almost whimpered when his lip’s left her own, but once they hit her neck, she was pleased with it. She laid there, letting his lips and mouth worship her body. She gasped and arched her back as he took one of her nipples into his mouth. It sent a white heat through her body. She closed her eyes and moan at the sensation. She ran her hands down his back, her fingers memorizing his muscular contours. She bit her lower lip as she felt his hand on her legs, moving slowly toward the part of her that ached for him. “Uther,” she moaned lovingly as she gave into the pleasure.
 
His calloused hands stopped just short of her delicate blossom, awaiting his lips as they finally continued their slow trail downwards. With ease, he shifted her legs up over his shoulders, and his warm tongue began lapping ever so gently at her folds, pressing inward slowly while his fingers did the same.
 
Eruve allowed Uther to position her anyway he wanted, she was his for the taking. She moaned as his tongue touched her between her legs. It was a sensation she had never felt before and it blew her mind. It was almost primal. She instinctively lifted her hips even more, wanting him to continue what he was doing.
 
Uther's tongue caressed her folds lovingly and he sucked gently on the small, sensitive bud there as he gently pressed two fingers inside her, thrusting them slowly in and out while his tongue and lips continued to pleasure her. He wanted her terribly, but he intended to prove beyond a doubt that he loved her and wanted her happiness and pleasure above his own or anything else.
 
Eruve was lost in the pleasure Uther was giving her. She could not believe how wonderful he was making her feel. She ran her fingers through his hair, fisting some of it as she writhed under him. She watched him for a moment as he continued to pleasure her. She then closed her eyes and laid her head back as she moaned appreciatively.

It was not long before Uther brought her over the edge. She cried out in pleasure as she came. She could barely breathe as the feeling over took her, it was very intense. She looked down at him with a sexy smile, she wanted him to finish what he started. She motioned with her finger for him to come up “play”.
 
Uther obliged with a smirk, but he paused at her breast to give her nipples some extra attention before kissing up her neck hungrily. He wanted nothing more at this moment than to take her and make her his beyond any doubt. But he awaited her command like a loyal hound
 
Eruve gasped as Uther once again teased her breast with his mouth. She loved it. Then again, she was beginning to love his mouth on any part of her body. She smiled and moved her neck to give him better access to it as he moved to nibble there. She wanted him so badly at the moment, he was driving her completely wild. Yet, she was enjoying his mouth so much she did not want him to stop. “Uther,” she said softly, almost pleadingly, “please…don’t make me wait much longer.”
 
"As you say, milady," Uther whispered against her ear before drawing her hips in tight against his own. With a soft groan, he guided his shaft into her waiting entrance, burying himself inside her. With a gentle rocking, he gave her all he had with the most care and genuine love he'd ever given in his life. He held her life she was the most precious being on the earth, kissing and loving her with heart and soul.
 
Eruve smiled as Uther moved and slowly entered her. She closed her eyes as he did as she asked and showed her just how much he loved her. She wrapped herself around him, holding him close to her as she showed him just how much she loved him as well. She felt as if they were one being, connected rather deeply. She moved with him, moaning softly as he pleasured her. "I love you," she whispered breathlessly in his ear as she ran her fingers down his back.
 
So enthralled, even lovedrunk with her skin, Uther's lips remained at her neck and shoulders, kissing over every bit he could reach without drawing too far from her throat as it seemed to be his favorite. His strong hips and thighs were in perfect control as he drew into and out of her without parting his body from her own. Finally, his lips left her skin for only one thing more important: "And I love you, my sweet Lady Eruve..." he whispered like his words were ancient and holy, each syllable and sound perfectly formed.
 
Eruve was lost in the passion between her and Uther. His lips on her neck were driving her wild, causing her spine to tingle with delight. She smiled as he whispered a response to in her ear. She wanted to beg him to not ever leave her, but knew that with this journey there was a chance that they might not make it, so she was content to enjoy the time they had together and if they happened to survive, then she would enjoy more time with him. She ran her long fingers into his hair as he continued pleasing her. She continued to meet his hips with her own in perfect unison.
 
Before long, Uther could feel his climax coming on, and Eruve could feel it in how his muscles began to tense up and how he held her tighter. With a soft grunt, his seed filled her core as he continued to rock her body gently kissing over every sensitive patch of her skin to bring her along with him.
 
Eruve felt Uther’s release coming. She was close as well, she wanted to hold off and keep going, but knew they would have to stop sometime. As he came, filling her and continuing, she followed suit. She clung to him as her body shook with pleasure. She loved the feeling of him kissing her as she came in his arms. She could not ever think or speak, only moan in complete pleasure.
 
Uther relished the sound of her moan and the feeling of her trembling against him in her own delight. He kissed just beneath her ear and sighed in contentment, letting himself relax and lay at her side once he knew she was satisfied. He didn't let her leave his arms however, he was far too obsessed with her skin to let her go, not that she'd want to yet.
 
Eruve lay in Uther’s embrace with a smile across her lips. Even with all the awful things going on, she still could be happy about something. She looked over at him as she let her fingers caress his arms that still held her. She smiled, thinking about the fact she really have not known him for long, but had fallen completely for him. “I am elated when I am with you,” she said softly, “I never thought I would feel that way about anyone. No one has ever captured my attention and my heart like you did.”
 
Uther couldn't help the smile and the deep swell of his heart at such loving words, and in return he kissed at her neck, whispering, "I can't even begin to tell you how honored I am that you chose me... Even in a place like this, with all the trouble in the world just outside the door. Sometimes I wonder if you're not an elven beauty, but a goddess."
 
Eruve closed her eyes as Uther kissed at her neck again and spoke. She gasped softly as his lips teased the tender flesh of her neck. She then looked at him with a curious look, “What do you mean? I am the one that is honored. A brave and handsome man like you, you could have your choice of women. Why would you pick me?” She did wonder as much. He really could have his pick of the females. She was surprised he was not married off by now anyway. But to pick her, an elf, that shocked her.
 
"Your spirit," he answered simply at first, then added, "I feel like I found the other half of my soul in you, Eruve, and I'll do anything to keep you. Everything about you seems so familiar, like I knew you long ago in a past life, and the way you make me feel, truly feel as if I'd never felt a thing my entire life before you..." He didn't know what else to say, except the simple, age-old, but powerful words: "... I love you... That's all I know."
 
Eruve knew exactly what Uther was saying. She too felt that way about him. She had never felt connected to anyone before like this. It was a deep connection. It was what she had always wanted with someone, but never found, until now. She smiled at Uther lovingly, “We were meant to find each other, my love. We are meant to be each other’s strength. I think that is why we met now.” She could only hope they both survived this journey. She did want to lose him now. It might be selfish to think that, but she was only being honest with herself. She knew she could not bear losing him. It would be like losing part of her.
 
"I doubted my chances of success here before I fell in love with you. Now, I feel like I-... we. We stand a chance."

It was about a half-hour later that they finally emerged and rejoined the group. Gimli and Miras were arguing as usual, Lexan and Legolas were sitting quietly drinking tea. Oswyn was speaking with one of the Lunars about where they should be headed from there. They would have a few guides lent to them, one of them being the father of the werewolf woman they'd aided.
 
Though Eruve was reluctant to leave the bed, she got ready and joined the group. She could not squelch the fear that was deep inside. She knew they were getting ready to face a very tough road with a very tough foe. They would be lucky to survive. She stood and watched the group silently as she leaned against a tree. She wanted to remember them, if more were to fall, as they were. She sighed as she kicked a rock in front of her as she prepared herself mentally for the challenge. Luckily she had Uther in her life.
 
As Uther emerged and broke up the argument between the dwarves, Oswyn introduced their two guides to him and everyone began to gather their things, making ready to leave. The werecreatures had resupplied them with food and water, doing everything in their power to see the group would survive and be strong to face the dark sorcerer.

As they exited the small settlement on their drakes, they all rode side-by-side except Oswyn, who acted as a forward scout, hoping to prevent any further ambushes. Their guides Hanre and Vulo rode their own drakes at the front, one with Oswyn and one ahead of Uther and Eruve. The journey was uneventful, heading to the east plains to find this Dayrn that could get them to Kaan Dache and aid them in his defeat. Luckily, the wild things of the island did not seem to fear nor even bother with the travelers. When they were finally free of the forest, they came upon a vast grassland with a faint spiral of smoke in the distance.

"Finally, done wi' those blasted trees," Gimli grunted. "I saw enough trees back in Fangorn!"

"Quiet, Gimli..." Legolas said softly, knowing their voices might draw the attention of possible enemies.

"Would that be his camp?" Uther asked Hanre, looking over to the rugged, ruddy red werewolf male.

"Most likely. Dayrn never lets his fire go out while he's in camp. I wouldn't be surprised if he knew we were coming."
 
Eruve rode silently, scared to make any noise. She did not want surprises. It would be nice if they could travel somewhere without any surprises for once. She just was actually happy at the moment and did not want that to fade any. She wanted to hold on to it as long as possible.

She saw the pillar of smoke rising from the camp. She hoped it was Dayrn’s camp. More importantly, if it was his camp, that he would be willing to help them out. She readied herself for anything, though. She did not trust much in this world. She would not be surprised if the plants turned against them at some point. This Kaan Dache had more power than they had ever dealt with. He could probably work whatever he wanted against them.
 
When they finally reached the camp, they saw the huge, pure white werewolf perched on a piece of a log that acted as a seat, meditating quietly alone. "Dayrn?" Hanre asked softly, and the white werewolf's piercing amber eyes opened and he lifted his ancient head to look at them. He looked ancient in the way that a God did. Aged, but not old. He was massive, too, rippling with stone-hard muscle. His coarse fur was white with age, but beautiful and incredibly clean and straight.

"You bring elves, dwarves, and humans to a place they do not belong, young one," Dayrn's voice came rumbling like thunder.

"They come to fight the sorcerer, to save their homeland of Middle Earth."

"I know. And they want my guidance..." He sighed and looked down at his small fire. Hanre didn't know what else to say.
 
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