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It had been an impulsive decision to come with him on the ship. Perhaps too much so, but how could she not, after he kissed her as if his life depended on it? His brown, yearning eyes staring deeply into hers, asking her to come with him. His lips demanded hers, as if there was no tomorrow. Yet, it was a promise of the life they could have had. The feeling had overwhelmed her, the longing she had felt ever since their paths had crossed for the first time. Back then, she hadn’t allowed herself to think of the possibility that something could come out of it. That he could become hers. She was betrothed. With a man she didn’t desire, and barely knew – really knew – even after much more time spent together.
All her hopes had almost fallen apart right in front of her when Kemen forbade her on the ship, but Isildur was a creative man, and he crafted a plan for her to stowaway. It wasn’t optimal, nor was it comfortable, and the journey was long over the Great Sea. The ship was grand, but she was tucked in the smallest corners of it. The fluttering feeling made her dizzy, and she had to do her best to stay quiet as she was hiding in that small, dark nook of the lowest corners of the ship.
Isildur would come and check up on her as often as he could, and many nights he spent together by her side to both of their delight. But every time she heard footsteps outside the door, or the sound of him lifting the latch to the door, she feared someone would find her who was not supposed to. Her pulse raised every time, and the overwhelming relief spread over her chest when she realized it was only Isildur who would find her there. It was a small, dark room in which he had managed to find her, with only a small bed and other necessities, such as towels and a bowl of water, for whenever she needed to wash up.
Only a few days at sea had passed when she first started feeling it. Seasickness. She felt a growing sense of unease that quickly progressed to intense nausea, and finally her stomach heaved. Isildur had brought her a bucket she could use, and he came to check on her more often, even if there was little he could do to make her feel better.
“This is all my fault”, he had said regretfully, as he combed her hair with his fingers. She had kindly reminded him that it was thanks to his creative scheme that allowed them to share this moment and still be in each other’s presence. She could not see him as she was resting there in the dark, but she had still been able to make out the saddened eyes and the way his head dropped by the thought of how much pain she had been in. Happy to be with her, but left with the guilt caused by the circumstances they had found themselves in, and what was still to come.
The sickness had passed after only a few days, but she was still recovering in her small excuse of a bed. Isildur regretfully spent most nights in the sleeping hall with the other men, but he visited her late at night and stayed until she fell asleep. Even when the sickness reached its peak, he stayed by her side. She felt comforted by knowing that, knowing that she was not alone. It was a new feeling for her, one she was not accustomed to.
Curled up in the bed, she heard footsteps approaching, and when she saw those deep, brown eyes of his that shone in the dark, she was relieved. Every time he entered the room, he had a big smile on his face. He looked so content, looking after her. He had shared with her that no one really depended on him before, so she knew he felt great responsibility with this task, escorting her to his home isle in secret.
“Are you feeling any better?”, he asked, not wasting any time, and joined her in bed as he kissed her temple softly. She nodded lightly, and she leaned in to him, head resting in the crook of his neck. “Much better. I think we need to stay like this for a while to make sure though”, she proposed. He laughed with his entire body, chest vibrating, and she thought it was the most genuine laugh of his that she had ever heard.
When she looked up at him, his eyes were set on hers, like he had been waiting. His gaze fell to her full lips, and he claimed them. Just like he had back in Pelargir.
His hand rested on her side as he kissed her with a passion, his mouth craving hers like never before. Much more intimate than the other times he had kissed her, his breath hot and heavy on hers. They were pressed together closely in her bed as they tasted the flavours of each other’s lips. A mix of sea salt and honey. He sucked her tongue, and she could feel both of their breaths intensifying; she had trouble containing herself. She started to desperately press herself against him, bodies flush together, rubbing, and oh… She could suddenly feel the bulge that wasn’t there before. It only made them seek more friction.
She had wanted this… She needed this. After so much time of uncertainty, in agony, she deserved this.
His cock was suddenly undeniably pressed against her core, and she did not attempt to slow down. She had done her best to quiet down her moans, but at the realization of his length, rubbing at her, even through their clothes… There was an undeniable present urge to give in completely.
He started kissing her neck, and a groan – just a little too loud – escaped his mouth.
“Isildur!”, she exclaimed as a warning, placing her hand over his mouth. “Shh… someone will hear”, she raised her eyebrows in a warning, smiling with her eyes and mouth. He slowed down, pulling away from her. His grin revealed that he was both astonished and pleased with the impact she had on him.
“I’m sorry, I can’t contain myself with you”, he explained timidly. Suddenly, he looked troubled. ”Estrid… my love… We should slow down…”
“Do we have to?”, she complained with a twinkle in her eye. She wanted him to know just how much she wanted him too.
A soft chuckle left his throat. “You know I want this… But we really sh-”
He was quieted down by Estrid’s finger on his lips. The movement surprised him, but he simply gazed into her sparkling eyes. There was something mischievous in them, too. She had decided what she had to do to make him more at ease.
“Isildur… Will you close your eyes and count to ten?"
A big grin still displayed his face, but there was confusion now, too. “Yes, but why?”
She smiled back at him in the dark. “You will see. Now, just close your eyes…”
He closed his eyes slowly, and she rewarded him by giving a light kiss on his eyelids. “Good…” she reassured him.
She unbuttoned her shirt carefully as he followed her orders, slowly and quietly releasing her breasts from the fabric, and she felt the chill air brushing her skin. Isildur had blissfully unaware begun the counting, and when he had reached the number ten, she took his big, rough hand in hers and moved it to her bosom. She noticed instantly how his hands reacted to the touch of her breast, mouth slightly open.
“You can open your eyes now”, she assured him.
His eyes opened, widened by the sight of her bare breasts in front of him. He was fairly predictable.
Slowly, he realized what was happening as he fumbled in the dark, moving closer to her. “Estrid… Are you sure?”, he asked hesitantly, as his other hand cupped her breast softly.
She only giggled. “Stop worrying so much, Isildur. I’m yours, and I want only you. You should know this by now.” It was true, the reason for her being on this ship to begin with was because she couldn’t live a lie with Hagen. When Isildur had asked her to come with him, she had made her choice, and she had not looked back since. Right now, she was certainly not regretting anything.
His finger twirled around her nipple, and he started kissing her neck, softly making his way down to her chest, which he graced with soft kisses. With every new movement, she gasped as she felt the heat spreading between her legs once again. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to stay patient through the arousal.
His mouth found the way to her breast and claimed it with his mouth. His plump lips closed around her nipple, kissing it softly. The way he touched her so carefully left her wanting more. “Estrid… I will take care of you, I promise… Tell me if I should stop.”
She appreciated the way he wanted to make sure she was comfortable. He may have been impulsive, but he was kind and caring. However, Estrid would do no such thing; he had only just begun. The only words that left her mouth were a quiet hush as she arched her back, indicating that he needn’t worry.
When there was no reply from her, he started to suckle her nipple. His tongue moved on to play with it, twirling, licking, tasting, flickering… The sensation forced yet another moan from her mouth, which prompted him to pay attention to her other breast with his fingers, teasing it by lightly pinching. A quiet “Ahhh!” was all that was heard from her. His mouth then went on to claim the rest of her breast, more forcefully this time, sucking it with such care. His tongue was warm on her skin and brought a calming yet thrilling feeling to her stomach.
Releasing it from his mouth, he lifted his head and cupped both of her breasts in his hands, giving them a soft squeeze. “Wow, you are so beautiful!”, he said in awe.
“You can barely see me in the dark”, she pointed out, hiding her flattered face in the night.
“I know, but it does not matter”, he chuckled. “You taste… your skin… tastes so sweet. How is that even possible?”
He was out of breath, but she enjoyed his reaction nonetheless.
“Guess you better taste it again to make sure!”, she encouraged him.
“You can count on it”, he promised in confidence. The insecurity that had been present in his voice before was now all gone, as he became more confident in his touches.
Suddenly, they heard the sound of creaking floorboards outside the door. Isildur was still smiling, so Estrid quickly covered his mouth with her entire hand. “Stay quiet”, she gestured with her mouth. Her eyes tensed, thinking this was it. This was how they were going to be found out. But nothing happened, the footsteps grew distant, and soon it was quiet as before again.
Isildur did not seem bothered at all. His tongue moved to the breast he had yet not tasted. He licked her warm, moist skin, trying to figure out how it could taste so heavenly. His tongue moved to twirl around her nipple, nibbling in an insatiable manner. A loud moan escaped his mouth, taking over his desire.
“Shh, Isildur. Someone will hear!”, Estrid reminded him, placing her index finger on his lips. She could not believe how careless he was after what they had just heard. He gazed deeply into her eyes without responding, claiming her finger with his lips, sucking her finger. When he let go of it he smiled mischievously.
“I love it when you are commanding”, he grinned in delight. “I promise, I will try to be quiet. I will try… But certain things I cannot help… You have such an effect on me...”
He moved further down, gracing her stomach with soft kisses, taking her scent in with his nose, his lips tasting, and his cheek feeling the softness of her skin. His stubble scratched her skin in just the right way, tickles sending a tingling feeling to her core. He seemed to be in no hurry, taking the time to taste every inch of her body. No one had ever touched her like this before; no one had ever cherished her as he did.
Estrid reacted with a whimper once he reached her abdomen, her sensitive spot to the left. Her entire body flinched as his plump, soft lips pressed to her skin. Her reaction only amused him and prompted him to nibble at that special place with extra care. He explored the other side and got a similar reaction. Sucking her skin, teasing her, prompting her hands to grab his shoulders to collect herself.
“It seems I have found your weak spot”, he mused.
“When you have, you will know” she teased.
His hands roamed her body as he worked his way down and was met by her undergarments. He stroked her through the fabric without trying to remove it. His hands kneaded her hips, her thighs…
“Do you want me to remove it?”, he asked. She had enjoyed him struggling with the obstacle in front of him.
“Yes, Isil... Undress me properly.” After he had told her of the meaning of his name, she had taken the habit of calling him that, which she later learned was how his family called him. For a brief moment, she wondered what they would say about all this; their brother and son bringing a low-man to Númenor in secret. Would they accept or dismiss her? She abandoned those thoughts quickly and stayed focused on guiding him to undress her.
He followed her instructions, carefully removing the fabrics until she was fully undressed in front of him. She spread her legs to make room for him, and he responded by stroking the inner side of her thighs with his fingers. He grabbed her hips, kissing her stomach, moving down slowly.
“I have longed for this… for so long…”
“You have a curious way of showing it… Please, Isildur, do not torment me like this”, she whined. Her desperation seemed to amuse him, enjoying the power his touch had over her.
“Please?”
“Oh, stop it!”, she scoffed. “Yes, please…”
He kissed her lower belly, releasing another quiet moan from her. He was so close now, so close to releasing her inner itch. His head sank down in between her thighs, and he reached out his tongue to taste her folds for the first time.
The touch of his wet tongue pressed against her skin made her lose all perception of time, her legs trembling beneath him, and she submitted to him completely.