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Galadriel caught his attention even before she reached the surviving raft of the ship. He heard her crying out at the survivors on the distance, and it was like some calling of sorts, a magnetism drawing him in. He recognized her as an elf immediately, long before those human idiots took notice. She was one of the Noldor, a princess, the daughter of High King Finarfin, for that golden hair, shot with silver, was unmistakable. He had behold the Silmarils on Melkor's crown countless times, and he has heard the tales of how they came to be, of what inspired them. And when the sea creature returned, he decided to leave the humans to their deaths, without a second thought, for Galadriel was all that he wanted, the prize he coveted, for she was his destiny to start anew.
Galadriel was suspicious of him, at first, keeping her distance, while pulling and lacing up the ropes on the raft, to prevent the perilous structure from falling apart, with that sheer dress of hers. He was sitting down, and he was enjoying the view from where he was. He could discern her whole body, beneath that fabric; every curve, every edge. Then the storm hit them, as he rescued her from the ocean. And Galadriel was exhausted, he could tell. He had earned her trust, and she was able to rest for a while, lying down on the raft.
Mairon remained awake, and was sitting against one of the wood pillars. Nothing would harm them in that sea, he could sense everything and anything below and above the water. Still, he was enjoying watching her sleep, curious to learn more about this she-elf and how did she came to be in the middle of the ocean all by herself. She has revealed to be no deserter, implying she’s there of her own volution, because she’s searching for him, and she was being truthful, he could tell. The thought of it amused him. And it’s been such a long, long time since he felt the urge to smile. And when Galadriel said it would take longer than his lifetime to describe everything that Melkor has taken from her, he tried his hardest not to grin, and remain undisturbed. She’s so young, still. Only three thousands of years old. He didn’t even remember what it was like to be that age. Poor child...
Galadriel was lying down on the raft, not far from him; blade in hand, with that white dress of hers soak wet, leaving very little to his imagination. She was on her side, and Mairon could see the curves of her body; her rosy nipples were hard beneath the fabric, due to the cold of the sea and the breeze, no doubt. Her skin was visible, too, as was her round rear. Her ass looked so soft and firm, so appetizing for him to squeeze and slap until her skin was red from his hand. After all the centuries he spend alone in the dark, formeless and forgotten, this was, indeed, a sight to behold. His reward for all of his suffering.
He couldn’t see what was between her legs, but if her nipples were anything to go by, her pussy should be the most delicious shade of pink. He would very much like to cream himself all over it, and inside of it. Fuck her until she was crying out his name and trembling with pleasure. She had a feisty nature, for sure; he could only imagine what a beast she must be in bed. She masqueraded it with this proud and dignified persona of hers, undisturbed by nothing, even in the middle of peril, but she was wild underneath, he could tell.
She must like it rough, for sure. A pity, for Elves were not the fieriest of creatures. She was old enough to be married, although it was strange for Elf-husbands to leave their wives adrift on the sea. If she did have a husband, he probably couldn’t give her what she needs, anyway. He could show her, though. She had been chasing him for a while, after all. Many elves have wanted to kill him over the millenniums, it wasn’t anything new. Her own brother tried, and failed; he had recognized that dagger immediately. But this elf in particular, he had no interest in killing. No, he had other things in mind he would like to do to her.
And Mairon was already rock hard. He could see it, beneath the damp fabric of his trousers. This human form rounded up rather easily, he thought.
Suddenly, Galadriel moved and Mairon, fearing she was awaking, quickly placed his hands over his crotch, concealing his erection from her sight. He couldn’t afford to scare her off, not now, not when he was starting to gain her trust.
Her entire body turned, and she was now lying on her back, on the raft, her head turned to the other side, her chest going up and down, slowly, as she was breathing softly. She was still asleep, he realized, and a sigh of relief escaped his lips… until he saw it. He swallow dry. In this new position, he could take a glimpse of her pussy, as the wet fabric of her dress, was glued onto it. He took a deep breath as he observed the contours of her most intimate lips, the light shade of pink beneath the layer of cloth, her golden hairs. She was really appetizing, and she must be so tight, as well. He wondered what did she tasted like. She must taste like heaven, for sure; like the sweetest and ripest fruits of Valinor.
His cock was throbbing, and he needed to find release; the bulge on his trousers begging to be touched. It was making him lose his sanity, almost as much as the sight of Galadriel in that wet, see-through dress of hers. Damn humans and their bodies. His hand placed itself on top of his erection, over the fabric. “Fuck.” The pressure of his fingers against it wasn’t enough; he needed to stroke it. Hard. As hard as he would have fucked her if she would allow him to.
She could awake at any moment and it only made him harder. He silently spit onto his hand, and began to stroke his cock, his hand going up and down on his length, as his head fell back a bit, but his eyes never left the sight of her cunt. “Fuck .” He would bury himself deep inside of her, and instead of his own saliva, it would be her slick coating his cock. He would prepare her, first, of course. Tease and taunt her, until she was dripping wet, begging for him. Oh, he would love to hear her beg, beg for his cock. He would taste that cunt, too. Lick it dry, only for her to make more of that sweet nectar of hers, the next minute. He would make those pretty tiny lips swallow his cock whole, too, spilling his cum down her throat, as she choke on him.
His cock was already throbbing between his fingers, as he rushed his strokes on it, lost on his own thoughts, and still gazing at her teasing body, almost naked before his eyes. Only one thin layer of fabric concealing her nudity from him. He would fuck her hard, fuck her good. His cock would stretch out that little pink pussy of hers, and she would love it and beg for more. He would witness her proud facade come undone by him, her entire body trembling, screeching and crying out in absolute pleasure. He would grab that beautiful golden hair of hers, and lock it on his fist, to keep her head in place as he fucked her, rough and wild, her ass red, sweaty and squirming from his thrusts into her. This she-elf was making him lose his mind with desire and lust.
“ Fuck .” He wanted her so fiercely .
He was close, so close to explode. Every sensation on his human form was heightened, even pleasure. Mortals have such brief lifetimes, a blink of an eye, but were rewarded by feeling everything deeply, strongly. He hasn’t felt this good in centuries, but it was like nothing he never experienced. And he knew that thrusting his cock inside of Galadriel would feel so much better than it already is. He would fuck her any way, anywhere. Perhaps he would, in time.
When he finally reached his release, his entire body shook as he bit his lower lip to prevent his groans from escaping his throat, and he did it with such might he draw blood. He turned his body to the side of the raft and spilled his seed onto the ocean. His whole being trembled with relief. Human bodies had their perks, after all. It was intense, and exactly what he needed, but not what he wanted. He would much rather have cream himself all over her, or better yet, inside of her, than onto the sea. Mairon felt himself more relaxed, and he concealed his cock within his trousers, fastening the laces. Galadriel was still sleeping, unaware of what he just did.
Mairon went to lie down next to her, and he was finally able to get some rest himself. This was one of the disadvantages to this human form, the need to sleep, in order to sustain it. He would much rather stay awake and behold the she-elf's tempting body, and fantasize about all the thing he would do to her.