The Mis-Adventures of Orophin and Rumil: Up In Smoke 3

Rumil liked Astrid.  He thought she was as beautiful as the city she so loved.  Her wavy red hair fluttered in the slight breeze and her lips moved so beautifully, so sensuously, so sexily…  “I’m sorry?  What were you saying?”  Rumil realised that while he had been paying close attention to the way her lips moved as she spoke, he had paid no heed to the sounds coming from them.  Astrid flashed a toothy grin.  “I said what would you like to see next?  You’ve seen Dam Square, you’ve seen the palace and we’ve walked for what seems like miles.  What would you like to do next?”  Rumil thought the possibilities were endless.  He gazed into Astrid’s eyes.  They were green.  Green like grass, or leaves, or the canal water.  No, not canal water.  “Rumil!  Are you paying attention?”  Astrid’s voice once more broke through his thoughts.  “Do you have a lover, Astrid?”  Astrid first looked surprised at the question, and then blushed.  “Um, no.  Why?”  Rumil grasped her hand.  “I’m sure Orophin’s still busy with Lindir.  Wanna see my hotel room?”  Astrid pondered for a moment.  “Not the smoothest pick up line I’ve ever heard, but why not?”

Rumil opened the mini-bar and cocked an eyebrow.  “Wine?”  Astrid nodded.  Rumil took out a bottle, opened it and poured it into two glasses.  He handed one to Astrid then raised his own to eye level, peering at the amber liquid.  “Y’know I took a wine tasting class.  I’m very knowledgeable.”  Astrid looked impressed.  “For example, you’ll notice that this wine tastes of er…alcohol suffused with a hint of laundry detergent and tree bark.”  Astrid giggled.  Rumil liked Astrid’s giggle.  It sounded like the gentle fall of rain on a tin roof.  A tin roof?  Rumil really did not have the poetic prowess of his brothers.  “Well, I only took one class.  Wasn’t really for me…”  He clinked his class to Astrid’s and the two of them sipped the chilled wine.  “Lindir and Orophin are the only Elves I’ve met until you – in real life that is.  I did watch the movies, but don’t tell Lindir.  He was a mite pissed off that he didn’t feature.”  Rumil snorted.  “I’ll bet.  So Astrid…violinist, eh?  Do you play any other instruments?”  Rumil waggled his eyebrows.  He lay back on the bed, propping himself up on an elbow.  Astrid blushed.  “I know what you’re getting at.  You’re a saucy little Elf, aren’t you?”  Rumil grinned broadly.  “Nothing little about me, love.”

The empty bottle had long since been abandoned on the floor along side the empty glasses.  Rumil and Astrid were stretched out on the bed, giggling.  “Good of Orophin to let me look after the stash, eh?”  Rumil chuckled.  Astrid twirled Rumil’s hair around her fingers.  “So soft, so pretty.”  She cooed.  Rumil felt a fluttering in his stomach as he watched her finger his hair, her tongue poking out between her lips.  They were the colour of strawberries and Rumil wondered if they tasted of the same.  He intended finding out.  “I imagine your fingers are pretty talented.”  He whispered, imagining to what use he could put her fingers.  “Uh-huh.”  She nodded, eyes never leaving his hair.  “I’m an archer.  My fingers are talented too…”  Rumil let the suggestion hang in the air.  It had the desired affect.  Astrid’s eyes flitted from his hair to his face.  She smiled coyly.  “Really?”  He inched closer.  “I can show you, if you’d like.”  “Hmm, okay.”  He reached out and stroked her cheek.  “Okay…”  He cupped her chin and brought her lips to his.  He kissed her gently at first, lips barely touching.  She didn’t pull away so he took it as encouragement to deepen the kiss, running his tongue over her lips before plunging inside.  Astrid whimpered as Rumil’s tongue flitted over her teeth and tongue, tasting the wine she had drank earlier.  One of his hands pulled her close while the other ran down the length of her torso and cupped one of her buttocks squeezing the soft flesh, making her writhe in his hand.

Rumil rolled Astrid over without breaking the kiss, positioning himself between her legs.  His hand moved from her bottom up to fondle one of her breasts.  He rubbed her hardening nipple through her shirt, enticing stifled moans from her.   He finally pulled away from the kiss and gazed at her through half-shut eyelids.  “Beautiful Astrid.”  He kissed her neck, nibbling and biting.  Astrid writhed beneath him, feeling his hardness against her thigh.  Her hands clutched at his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers and up over his head.  He went to work on her top, popping each button and kissing her neck as he worked his way down the row.  He quickly removed it, noting with approval that she wore nothing underneath.  His fingers trailed over bare flesh causing her exposed breasts to goose pimple.  He dipped his head down, taking a nipple in his mouth and rolling it between his teeth and tongue whilst gently cupping her other breast feeling its smoothness.  Astrid shuddered at the touch. 

They both lay naked on the bed, flushed with arousal.  Rumil trailed kisses down her body, between her breasts and over her stomach, enjoying her every gasp and moan.  He arrived at the spot between her legs and hungrily dipped his tongue between the folds.  He felt her fingers tangle themselves in his long hair, pulling him closer.  Spreading her legs with his elbows, he used his thumbs to part her, allowing his tongue deeper access.  She was sweet to the taste, pliant to touch and accommodating to both fingers and tongue.  His breath hitched as Astrid’s long nails raked over the tips of his ears.  Taking this to be encouragement, he redoubled his efforts flicking his tongue over her rigid clit, his fingers stroking her inside.  Her legs quivered and she started to pant and whimper.  She clamped her thighs around his head, digging her nails into his neck then stiffened.  She let out a shuddering moan, her legs trembling with aftershocks.

Rumil’s ears rang slightly as he pulled himself to smother her cheeks and lips with kisses.  He had settled once more between her legs, his arousal pressing against her.  Astrid caught his face between her hands and licked his lips and chin, tasting herself.  She pushed him away and for a moment Rumil was puzzled until she rolled them over and straddled him.  She steadied herself with one hand, using the other to guide his throbbing length into her.  She lowered herself until he was fully sheathed, then she gently rocked back and forth, dragging her nails down his chest and over his nipples.  Rumil bucked his hips, encouraging her to move faster.  She moved her hips up and down and from side to side, savouring the feeling of having him inside.  Rumil threw his head back, eyes closed and mouth open.  He growled deep in his chest and began thrusting harder, gripping her hips tightly.  He drove himself into her and when he could hold back no longer he gave one final, deep thrust and erupted within.

Later, while Astrid towelled off her hair Rumil briefly wondered why Orophin had not yet returned.  He shrugged off his brother’s absence.  Perhaps he suspected that Rumil would try to bed the redhead.  Ah, sweet Astrid, with her sharp nails, her soft warm tongue, her long tresses that had tickled his thighs as she knelt before him, her lightly accented voice, begging him for more.  He would remember all of that and more for quite some time to come.  He looked at her through sleepy eyes.  She sat on Rumil’s lap, naked and fresh from the shower – he had suggested that in order to conserve water they shower together.  That was what had led to the thigh tickling and begging.  He kissed her shoulder lazily, both arms around her waist, holding her close.  “Can I see you again before I leave?”  She cocked her head.  “Hmmm, I don’t see why not.  What would you fancy doing next time?”  “Oh I thought we could maybe go to the zoo or the museum.  Or we could spend the afternoon in bed?”  Astrid kissed Rumil’s perfectly upturned nose.  “That sounds good.”

The end