noelfofimportance: I'd kiss you gentle at first, then harder, pushing you against a wall or a tree with my whole body. My hands would find their way to your rear and hold you there, push you towards my own loins before my mouth would find its way over your neck, down over your breasts and the expanse of your stomach, until I'd fall to my knees and make you spread your thighs while I'd savor your taste, holding your hips pinned so that your most sensitive part would be completely at the mercy of my tongue.

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Resting her chin on her hand as she intently listened Cambron’s words.

Tauriel had been one of the Elves to escort the Prince to the Secret Council and now she found herself sitting next to a fountain listening to this Elf’s words. To say she wasn’t flattered by his interest was an understatement — it was actually her first time in Imladris. By her standards, so far it was off to a fair start. 

“And your tongue is so skilled to reduce me to it’s mercy? Perhaps I shall take you back with me to the woodlands, few things are capable of such feats.” She teased in jest, glancing over the elf’s form, the act seemed to prove pleasure — and she wasn’t exactly against it yet. 

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