Idril
It was a short ride. The estate was vast, and they had come at the very end of it. The land here was over grown with weeds, it was clear it wasn't tended as much. Feanor came around the car andopened her door for her. Then he took hr hands and advanced towards the far end.
After about 5 minutes of walk, it became even denser. The air was damp and the sun was about to set. Feanor looked at the sky and increased his pace, tugging Idril along. She slipped once, impatiently, he propped her up, muttering, "C'mon, keep up. We are late."
Idril was panting by the time they came within sight of the broch. It was ancient, casting tall shadows in the sunset. The ground was damp, a musky smell of rot permeated the air. In the twilight, it was a little spooky.
Idril shivered a little. Instantly, Feanor drew her closer to his body.
"Cold?"
"A little."
"We will soon be gone. Brought you here to enjoy the sunset." He sat her down on the grass, still holding her close. "And to tell you something."
Idril looked at him expectantly, but he shushed her and pointed at the sunset. "I have always loved the twilight, the way the sun slowly says goodbye to us. But not forever, for its exit holds the promise of a bright tomorrow."
They sat till the only the faintest of rays were visible in the sky. The entire world seemed to bathed in an orange glow. Birds twittered above, returning to their homes, and the crickets started their song. Feanor pulled Idril close till she was almost sitting on his lap. His breath warmed the tendrils of her nape.
"Idril", his voice was a whisper.
"Hmm?"
"Do you know?"
"Hmm?"
"You are the one."
"The one what?" she asked absently.
"The one for me." He continued in a whisper."I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you."
Idril turned to face him. "Have you told everyone about this?"
Feanor frowned. "No."
"Then why does everyone keep calling me that?" She demanded.
For answer, Feanor laid down on the ground and pulled her with him till her head was on his chest. His hands came up and tightened around her. After a few moments, his put his palm on both sides of her face and brought face to face. With one hand fixed on her nape, his other hand sneaked down, past her waist, to her knees. He gently nudged her legs apart and put them on either side of his thighs. His hands then slowly travelled inside her skirt and upward.
Idril shivered in delicious anticipation. His fingers were like tendrils of fire, igniting her. The moment he reached at the juncture of her legs, she tried to draw her legs closer. But he was quicker and stayed her attempt.
In a swift motion, she was lying on her back with him towering over her. His hands captured hers to either side of her head and his mouth descended on her, hard.
She gasped, not prepared for the sudden flare of passion she experienced. It was no gentle kiss, it was a kiss full of possession. It was a kiss which demanded. It gave rise to a raw, carnal need inside her which was completely new to her.
Idril was so lost in the passion, she almost missed that one of his hands had travelled lower. She shuddered at the first touch. It was a feather light touch, his thumb circling the lips, not quite touching her clit. She squirmed, urging him to touch her more intimately.
Feanor smiled in response, giving in to her silent plea. The first touch of his fingers tripped her. Quite suddenly, she arched and the intense climax spread through her unashamedly.
Cerulean eyes, shocked met her black eyes. They both started laughing at the same tie.
"Wow. That was unexpected." Feanor said, "Quite an ego booster for me."
Idril blushed slightly, "Seriously, that was the first time it happened so fast."
"It?" Feanor laughed harder. "What an innocent you are, my love. Five times first night, with the record of fastest one under belt, you still can't say orgasm?"
Red faced, Idril attempted to sit up, "Oh shut up. You know what I mean. Do I have to say every thing out loud?"
Feanor pushed her back, "Oh no, you don't. What about mine?"
"Huh?"
"My orgasm". He clarified. "You owe me one, don't you, my love?"
Idril registered that he had called her my love twice. She propped herself up on her elbows.
"I wanna go back to what we were talking about before you decided to change tack." She wiggled her eyebrows at him. "I am the one what?"
Feanor sighed and laid down beside her, his arms behind his head.
"You are the one whom I love."
Idril didn't make any noise, not quite believing what she heard. She waited for him to continue, which he did after a long pause.
"See that broch? It was a dark, damp place even when I was a kid. Peter and I used to play here all the time. For some reason, this old place has always had a hold on me. Until I moved away as a teenager to study in London, I visited this broch every day during twilight. I would sit here, with my little Walkman, and daydream about so many things, most of which never came true, except one."
He turned to her, his face emotionless. "You are the only one dream that came true." He searched her face for some reaction. Idril eyes were huge. Feanor's hands went up her skirt again and he pulled her panties down.
"I day dreamed that a maiden was locked up high in that broch and she would call me out to free her from her prison. I would take my wooden sword and fight the wicked witch that guarded her and freed her. Then she and I would make sweet love."
He pulled her on top of her and put her hands on his trousers, indicating she should likewise free him not once removing his gaze from hers.
The sun's last rays hit his hair, creating a halo around his face. His long red lashes were almost translucence, while the combination of light and desire turned his eyes into two liquid pools of molten gray. Almost, lazily, he lifted her and without any warning impaled her on his shaft.
Idril cried out for the invasion had been sudden and painful. He stilled, giving her time to adjust. Looking deeply in her eyes, he continued, "The maiden had a heart shaped face, with dimples in her cheeks." He scrunched her cheeks and thrust upwards. "She would be doe eyed, and her lips were lush." Idril as pulled down so Feanor could bite her on her lips. The sensation travelled all the way to her toes, making then curl.
He wound his right hand with her long tresses, "Her hair was long, very long, falling to her waist. And some of her locks would fall on her eyes." Another thrust, "She was beautiful." he grunted, his lips on her ears, "And she was mine, all mine."
There was no holding back, he thrust with abandon, the process made easy by her dripping core. She arched, allowing him better access, her luscious breasts dancing with the joy that her body was feeling.
He flipped her over, not once breaking contact. Her hair still entwined in his arms, he buried his face in her breasts. All these days of restriction finally broke free. Her legs were hooked over his shoulders, and he thrust into her like a beast. Idril closed her eyes and gave herself up to the sensation, sensation like she had never had before.