"Yes. Yes, Gandalf...." came the sing song chatter
through the dense forest.  "I know I must hurry.
There's no one that knows better than I this." The
feminine trill spoke to the unseen form of Gandalf the
Gray, his residence in her fairy head, leading her to
the dead human ... leading her where her power could
work it's magic.
 
"You say arrows, do you? A most horrible death I would
imagine. A human to linger and feel such pain." She
squeezed her eyes closed, saving the serum of her
tears for a later time. She was an emotional creature
by nature and couldn't contain the ripping of her
heart at hearing the human's fate. Bare feet flew over
branches and hard edged rocks but this was not felt
nor did they slow this fairy creature in the least.
 
"Here you say?" Her red billowing hair flowed around
her as she whipped her head from one side to the
other, golden eyes searching near her for a prone
body.
 
"The water is it?" She tilted her head, listening to
the sound of the falls in the distance. Her nose
lifted to the air and sniffing lightly. "Near the
water, you are correct." Her laughter was musical as
she rushed off to the river's edge, her feet lifting
inches from the ground in her excitement. Then in the
blink of an eye there he was, the gray, deathly still
human. At seeing him she imagined his mortal beauty in
life and released the cascade of her essence-filled
tears.
 
"Boromir, this should be his name?" she asked,
glancing upward as if seeing Gandalf. "And filled with
good the name shall be. This human, Boromir, will be
mine should I do this thing ... this thing that you
speak of. This you know?" She smiled, gently down at
the human and nodded her head, hearing in her mind
Gandalf's assent.
 
"Then it shall be done." She smiled, wiping the tears
from her eyes with long tapered fingers. Letting them
drop to the humans lips, she moistened them with her
optical magic.  "Boromir, the human, I give you this
moment what is in me. I give you life. Life from this
moment until the end of mine." Leaning forward she
sealed life and death in one kiss and breathed life
where there had been none before. There was a moment
when she was sure she had slipped to the spirit world
with him but then she was pulling away her eyes
sliding slowly open. Her breath stilled within her
chest as there was no change in the human, no change
in her Boromir.
 
"Oh, a gift for naught," she sobbed, her voice high
and filled with grief flowing into the forest canopy.
 
Look again, dear fairy.
 
Hesitantly pulling her hands away from her eyes she
watched as the mortal man's chest rose with a breath,
then another, and still another after that. Her smile
grow in both width and radiance. "He lives!" Clapping
wildly she watched his eyes flutter open.
 
"Where am I?" he questioned upon seeing her there
beside him.
 
"Why, you are here, of course." She laughed, leaning
down to kiss him soundly again.
 
"Who are you?" He continued with her lips freeing his.
 
"I'm Lesmela of the wood faries," she replied a frown
creasing her brow. "This you should know." She
admonished, staring down at his confused look. "Should
he not know this, Gandalf. Knowing is life is it not?"
 
One word came back to her. Patience.
 
"If this I have then this I will keep to." She stood
above Boromir, who still looked quite unsure. Her
proud poise showing off the wonders of her young
feminine body. Her nudity gave her no pause, red hair
covered only slightly her high firm breast, topped
with delicate pink nipples.  Lower across her rounded
hips was a thin lacy material that covered her most
intimate area.
 
Hazel eyes stared incomprehensibly into the sparkling
eyes of the vision above him.  Divinity, he thought.
His lids lowered, only to reopen, focusing on the
beauty of her nude form.  He must be dead, he assumed.
 Only heaven could send such and angel to lead him
into paradise.   Parchment . he needed water.  And his
rough, hoarse voice tried to vocalize his need.  The
word came out simply, "Please?  Thirst."
 
Turning, fine gauzy wings lifted from her back,
translucent with small silver veins running their
border. With the soft breeze that blew, the wings made
a soft tinkling sound.
 
"A moment and water you will have," she told him
walking to the water's edge and scooping a fair amount
into her hand.  Standing, she lost not a drop as she
made her way back to him.
 
His dark blonde head lifted as he watched his angel,
complete with wings ...not wanting to  lose sight of
her for a moment.  Eyes half closed, he memorized the
sway of her hips and the way the red curls bounced
along the center of her back, sliding just between the
delicate wings.  "So it's true," he ground out
huskily, letting his head fall back to the hard
ground.  "I am ceased to exist?"
 
"Oh this is not true. You exist here and now. You live
because I have made it so." She smiled down at him,
brushing the hair away from his forehead. "Gandalf
came to me with a tale of a  human in my land, life
had gone from this mortal. There was help to be asked
after. I came to you with my tears and with my lips I
gave you life. Now, you are mine." Her explanation
given she awaited the effect on him.
 
Confusion competed with surprise for position on his
face as he lifted onto his elbows, staring into the
sensual depths of her eyes.  "You ... you saved my
life?"  He lifted even further, a deep intake of
breath escaping him as he tentatively tested his body
for pain.  "I am yours?"   He shook his head slightly,
and then hesitantly reached out a hand, running a
roughened finger across her smooth cheek.  "I don't
understand.  I'm to be your slave?"  He again shook
his head, certain that he was hearing bells.
 
"NO," she said emphatically. "I am to only restore
life. Nothing more." She gentled her words. "I need
not a slave. I desire a mate. Your life is mine and
mine yours." She sighed and closed her eyes knowing
what she would see but needing to reassure herself.
"Close your eyes, Boromir."
 
With a deep sigh she looked upon him from head to toe.
"Tell me what your fairy eyes see."
 
His eyes slid closed as he listened to the lull of her
voice.  "I see me," he stated.  "Familiar, yet not."
He was quiet as he felt the impact of vision.  "I see
a strong and powerful body.  I see handsome features
and flowing hair ..." His eyes snapped open, looking
into hers with confusion.  "I see a man that is me,
yet is not."  His hand grasped hers, eyes searing into
hers imploringly.  "Tell me, angel ... what is
happening?"
 
"Second life. You are bound to me for life as I am
bound to you," she said very slowly, allowing time for
her meaning to absorb into his head.
 
"I am a part of you, now?" he asked softly.  He stared
into her eyes for long moments as he reached out his
hand, fingers touching the silken fiery tresses of
their own volition.  "What is it that you see?"
 
She nodded, sending her curles bobbing about her body.
"Yes." She closed her eyes again and her smile grew,
stretching across her face. "I see light, I see
beauty, I see freedom. My own self is there in your
sight and I am more beautiful than all who live within
this forest."
 
He was amazed at the impact her words had on is
physical being.  "Boromir," he whispered, standing
slowly, feeling a sudden surge of lightness of foot.
"I am called Boromir."  His eyes scanned the outlines
of her delicate wings, wanting nothing more than to
reach out and touch them.
 
"This I know of, Boromir. I asked Gandalf of your name
before he gave you to me." She winked playfully at
him, noticing where his eyes had lit. "Touch them if
you will. They are but a laughing thing to me."
Stretching the wings more, she fluttered them
producing a sweet melody.
 
"Gandalf the Grey?"  he asked, recognizing the name.
"The wizard?  He gave me to you?"  His hair fell into
his eyes as he shook his head slightly.  "I am trying
to understand, but I'm a loss."  He closed his eyes
again and felt a peace radiate through him that calmed
his usually volatile nature.  Opening them slowly, he
reached out and softly caressed the outer edges of the
silken wings ... the feeling more erotically
fascinating than he ever thought possible.
 
Lesmela shivered in response sending the wing notes to
a sweet sounding crescendo. "Yes. Gandalf the Grey."
She tilted her head giggling as he continued his
stroking of her filmy appendages. "Wings, these hold
your interest." She stepped closer wrapping her arms
around him and fluttering them so rapidly they seemed
not to move at all. Feet lifted from the ground and
her heart opened, she was always one with the air
currents like this.
 
His hands grasped her waist tightly, his body pressed
against her at the ascent they took.  The freedom was
overwhelming and he wanted to shout into the air.
Instead, he whispered into her ear.  "I'm floating?"
he asked, awe-struck.  "How is this possible?"
Lifting his head, he stretched his neck, allowing the
breeze to flow though the loose locks of his hair.
Peering down, he noted to look of contentment on her
face and thought her the most idealic creature
imaginable.
 
"Flying WE are." She laughed and then let loose with a
high pitched whooping. "Possible it is for I am a
flying creature. A flying creature that walks on two
legs well."
 
He chuckled as he kept his arms tightened around her,
his eyes bright and full of life.  "But I'm not a
creature of the air ... but a mortal human.  How can
it be that I fly with you?"
 
She sighed teasingly. "We are one. Only with your
strength and mine could I do this." She giggled over
and over. "Will never my words strike understanding in
you, Boromir?" Turning sharply in the air she
whispered. "You are mine and will be welcome in
Highden. There my home among the trees I make."
 
The questions he had for her still ran rampant through
his mind, but he quelled them and simply enjoyed the
thrill of being alive and the adventure with his
angel.  Looking into her eyes, he smiled brightly.
"Home in the trees ... it sounds as close to paradise
as one who is alive can achieve."
 
"What you say is very true. Close to the heavens and
the stars of night. It is peace and beauty." Her sigh
was for a wholly different reason now. The love of her
people and her home. With a twirl she descended
through bow and leaf to a village that blended
perfectly with it's host, the trees.
 
A deep intake of breath was held inside him as his
feet touched a firm foundation.  The serenity and
loveliness of the thriving village caused words to
momentarily fail him.  And then a smile spread his
face and he looked down at his angel.  "Home," he
whispered.
 
"Yes. Home."

Part 2

Boromir stood on the end of the wooden plank, his balancing his weight against the thick, study branch by way of his forearm. The peaceful serenity of the tree village continued to sooth his mind as he gazed about, watching its bustling activity. Taking a deep breath, a smile continued to touch his lips as he thought of his fortune. Life still pumped through his veins and he owed that life to the most beautiful of creatures imaginable. At the thought of her, he turned scanned the trees trying to find her. She had flitted off in search of sustenance for him and promised to return soon. Ironically, a moment away from the sprite-like creature had him longing for her return. Confusion still ran rampant inside him … how could he belong to her? How could Gandalf had promised him to her in return for her sparing his life? And, most importantly, how could he experience life through her eyes? As if intensifying his questioning nature, he closed his eyes and was amazed as he felt instantly as if he were in flight, s

"You search from me with your fairy eyes?" she smiled, gently floating down beside him, arms laden with bread and a bowl of berries and one of roasted meat.

"I search for you because I miss your presence." He took the food from her arms and moved to the small table near the make-shift balcony, taking a handful of berries. Easing onto its edge, he smiled as he popped the sweet fruit into his mouth.

She plucked up one of the small pieces of meat and moved toward him. "As I missed you. There is a pain in me when we are apart." Her fingers eased the meat near his lips, offering it.

Opening his mouth, he accepted the meat, his lips sealing around her fingers in the process, letting them slide from his warm mouth with deliberate slowness. His eyes took in her deliciously form and, in the end, alternated between her firm, perfect breasts and her delicate, filmy wings. Both were a source of wonder and excitement in his mind. "With me, it is confusion … a loss of way." His tongue slowly moved across his lips. "Delicious," he breathed.

"Your fairy or the meat?" she asked, tilting her head and watching the human, watching her human.

"Both," he chuckled huskily.

She couldn't resist tempting Boromir further knowing the power a young ripe body had on a mortal man. Lifting her arms, she swept them under the cascade of her coopery flowing hair and dropped the cascade behind her back, between her wings, revealing the full globes of her breasts.

As if in a trance, his fingers moved to trail the mesmerizing orbs, tracing the dusky pink peaks with the back of his fingers … the sprinkling of hair on the back of his hands teasing the feminine skin. Of its own accord, his other hand moved to simultaneously stroke the filmy wing peeking from behind her. Sensuality. He was absorbed in it.

She giggled at the contact, her wings starting up a new melody. "This you can tell me, is my body pleasing to you?"

"This can you tell ME," he said softly, almost dreamily. "Is my touch pleasing to you?" He quelled the trembled that threatened to run through is body.

"Oh, yes! Very, very pleasing." She nibbled her lower lips as she reached for more berries. Popping them into her mouth, the red juice stained her lip. "You may tell me how to touch you in such a pleasing way," she impulsively said.

Another chuckle emerged from him as his hands lowered, his eyes fixing on her ruby red lips. "It seems you prefer food over my touch," he said lightly as his finger trailed over the crimson petals of her lips. "Oh, Lesmela," he whispered. "Your body IS very pleasing to me."

"This fills me with happiness." She turned retrieving more meat to feed to her love.

He sighed as he watched her, eyes keeping on her form. "What? The meat?" Desire filled him, yet suddenly he felt unsure.

"Boromir, your words fill me with happiness. Can you not feel it?" She slipped the meat into his mouth and then took his hand and lifted it placing it across her breast, over her heart.

Consuming the sustenance, he ran the tip of his tongue across his lips. "I know what I feel inside myself," he breathed, his hand tentatively moving ever so slightly to created a caressing motion on the firm, yet oh-so-soft globe. "Do fairies feel desire?"

"Yes...." Her eyes turned a beaming gold. "Desire is felt very deep by fairies." She let her hand glide along her torso lingering just below her navel.

His eyes followed her hand, a fine sheen of perspiration forming on his upper lip. A fire raged through him proving that he was, indeed, alive and full of verve. If there were any doubt, the blood that settled in a bulge between his thighs was a testament to his vitality. "You said that Gandalf gave me to you." The back of his hand trailed the path of her ribcage to gently stroke the flat, fluttering stomach underneath. "How can that be … him not owning me?"

"It can be, for Gandalf knew his accent meant nothing. Given only to make the fairy happy. I would have returned your life even knowing you were to refuse my love and leave this forest," she explained, her mind wandering with the feel of his hands on her.

"So," he breathed tilting his body in closer to hers as his fingers dropped southward, his index rimming gently over the verge of her silky sarong, the end ever so gently inching inside the border. "Then I am not yours?"

She shook her had slowly, cutting her saddened eyes upwards to him. "No. Leave if you must but my heart will go with you."

A slight frown touched his lips. "Fairies adore their freedom … this I know. But, you would let me leave?"

"The choice I can not make, Boromir," she whispered seductively. "I can only speak of what I feel for you."

"And what is it you feel, angel?" he breathed, his fingers dipping lower under the gauzy material meeting the tantalizing feel of feminine curls.

"I feel the want of love to match that which I have. I feel the need of pleasure to equal that which I can give. This I want of you, to stay with me to become my mate." Her delicate pants filled the air about her as she urged him farther inside her heart and mind.

"Me?" he whispered huskily as his hand now boldly explored the dampened treasure she held. "Your mate?" Leaning in, his lips touched the slightly pointed top of her ear. "I am human … is it possible?" Even as he asked, he knew that he must have her or perish.

"Yes. It is not often seen here, but fairies CAN have human mates." She smiled, rolling her fine boned hips against his invasion, biting gently into her full red lip.

He was dizzy now. As his one hand became slick, his free hand moved to again slide across her delicate wing slowly … erotic fascination making the sensual experience all the more invigorating. He tried to gather his thoughts … but the feel of her lacy appendages left him breathless.

With a sigh she closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her, carrying her away. Instantly she was transfixed by the vision of herself she had through his eyes. Radiating a warm white glow, wings fluttering gently, fanning her fiery locks. She had never thought of herself as beautiful or enchanting but his eyes did not lie.

As her wings began to pulsate, he pulled his hand back for fear of doing wrong. Looking deeply into her eyes, he was transfixed. He was a warrior … scarred and frayed. And yet, he saw what she did when her eyes were on him. Tall and proud … arousing and exquisite simultaneously. At that moment he had no choice … he allowed his lips to overtake hers in a gentle … tender kiss.

Lesmela opened her lips, sucking gently at his and moaning with a delicate rhythm deep in her throat. Her hands went to his shoulders shoving at the heavy cloak he wore.

Letting the material slide effortlessly from his shoulders and to the ground, he continued the passionate kiss, reveling in the taste of hers. His hands moved tentatively to her waist, one settling on her slim hip … careful not to again touch her winds.. With a slight thrust forward and a tug at the small of her back, he threw himself into a world of fire and excitement that he knew she created inside him.

She began fluttering her wings and her toes lifted off the wooden walkway below. Upward she glided until she could wind her pale willowy legs around his waist. Settling against him again, she molded her lips to his whispering. "Mine."

His hands situated onto her silk clad buttocks, his grasp holding her steady when there was really no need. He lowered his head, burying his mouth into the cleavage formed between her high, pert breasts. "Mine?" He could scarcely believe what was happening … the frenzy that whirled through his mind.

She blushed realizing she had tried to claim him again when she really had no right. "My words are selfish, my love. But that is the creature I am." She sighed, long fingers caressing the skin of his neck as he stoked the building fire inside her.

He shook his head at her words. Lifting his head to look at her … his eyes were filled with a pensive fear, not entirely sure he wanted to hear the answer to his repeated question. "No, dear Lesmela." His lips pressed a gentle kiss on the full swell of her breast. "You … these … mine?"

"Forever. Until the end of my days should you want me," she vowed with all the strength she had in her slight frame.

He realized that there were myriad of things he wanted to say to her … to ask and discuss … but nothing would come from his throat. Instead, he overtook her mouth in another kiss as his fingers slid under the slight hem of the sarong coming into contact with the warm, soft skin of her smooth derrière causing a rush of blood and passion to settle, creating a growing bulge between them. As the kiss burned further, his eyes slid slightly open mesmerized by the fluttering appendages behind her, an erotic groan filling him at the mere sight. Erotic. That was the word. Erotic love … for her … his angel. His fairy.

"Daughter, there is talk of......." The aging Fairy elder, Lesmela's father, stepped from one of the thatched roof cottages. "H...human..." he stuttered, coming to a complete halt.

Boromir pulled away quickly, the sound of the male fairy’s disgust thick in his ears. His tongue trailed nervously across his lips as he whipped his eyes from Lesmela to her father, wanting to run but needing to stay. He had never turned from a fight. He would not now. "Boromir," he said, his voice filled with the warrior sound in his heart. "I am called Boromir."

The aged fairy nodded his head. "I am called Morimis." Turning to his daughter his eyes turned soft and loving. "Oh Lessie, let these ears hear that you've not done what I fear." He sighed knowing full well the gift she'd bestowed on the mortal.

Boromir forced his eyes to remain on his fairy love … sensing something terribly awry.

"Father … " She moved towards him, her feet securely on the wood below now. "I have given Boromir what I must." Patting the older man's smooth hand she raised her wings high and fluttered them happily.

"So, you will choose a human?" he questioned, tilting his head trying to still the fear inside himself for his only child.

"Yes. A thousand time, YES!" She took a step back and twirled in a circle with her arms wrapped securely around her.

"Then my blessing you have." He looked to Boromir. "Care for my child well human and you will want for nothing."

Emotion after swirling emotion whirled inside his being as Boromir nodded respectfully. "She will have my heart, my mind, my life. Should she so desire it." His eyes flickered back to Lesmela before returning to her father. "I will strive to make her happy."

"This is all I would ask of fairy or man." Morimis strode forward, taking his daughters hand and tugging the leather thong from his long bound hair. Placing Lesmela's hand in Boromir's, he bound them together to the wrist. "Take with you all my love. You shall be one for all of times."

Boromir’s brows knitted in slight confusion as he looked at Lemela questioningly, his fingertips touching her wrist softly.

She smiled at her father and then at Boromir, blushing prettily. "Humans, I think, will call his marriage."

"MARRIAGE?" His voice was loud from surprise, and then a sudden smile formed on his lips … soft, lingering, and sultry. "Marriage," he whispered. Leaning his mouth closer to her ear, he breathed. "We are bound? You are my mate?"

"Yes." She waited expectantly for him to say more. Now, it was her that was his.

The hand that was not bound to her moved to slide lovingly across the silky wing, his voice low and raspy. "I will treasure you until my dying breath, and then beyond." And as a seal, he placed on her lips a tender, loving kiss.

Morimis cleared his throat with the kiss and smiled from ear to ear. "You shall have my home for this night, for this first night." He nodded again and turned. Lifted his wings, he flew high into the air.

Boromir smiled. "Lead the way, my love," he said, verbally and symbolically putting his life in her hands.

Part 3

With nervous but sure steps the fairy woman led Boromir inside the warmth of the squat cottage, the flickering light from the hearth creating a contrast of shadows across flesh as Lesmela led him towards the mossy soft mattress, her bed.
 

"Is your desire to take me here or shall it be another place?" she questioned, eyes wide with curiosity, eyes alive with the deepening depths of her love.

His breathing became erratic as his hands found their way around the slim waist. He watched the light play on her skin and it wreaked havoc on his senses throwing his entire being into erotic turmoil. "It is my desire to have you in any way or any place that make our bonding perfection." His hand raised to slide gently through the vibrant tresses before running fingers firmly across the filmy delicacy of her wings. A sultry smile spread across his face before his lips slowly descended to meet the softness of hers.

She allowed the lighting of his lips to hers, a quick sweet sampling for the both of them, but it was her nature that took over, the teasing innocence of her form. She took a step from him, her head tilted to the side. "Humans cover much of their bodies. Are you afraid to look upon one another?"

Although he still smiled, his brows furrowed as she moved away from him, his hands … arms …his entire body … itching to meld with hers. Slowly he shook his head. How could he explain human nature to one so pure and uninhibited as she? "We cover ourselves for modesty's sake, dear one," he began. "To keep our carnal instincts and lust of the flesh at bay." Even as he spoke, the beauty of her exquisite form caused a surge of blood to flow to the center of his manhood.

"Humans, curious they are. You speak so … that they are not to be trusted with such natural acts. Show me what a human man can do with this instinct that he possesses." She moved back into the circle of his arms, her body trembling with the need to be explored and claimed by one so powerful, by a human warrior.

His fingers lightly caressed the nape of her neck and slowly slid to trace the delicate planes of her jaw line. His eyes smiled gently down into hers. "Humans are but slightly tamed animals at times, my love. Waiting to give in to the basic nature that is inside of all of us." His lips moved slowly to the sensual curve of her neck, his tongue flicking out to languidly slide across the smooth skin … savoring the taste of her.

"This I will know? Hold this untamed nature inside my body? This I will like very much." She lifted her wings and fluttered them lightly, creating the soft tinkling of bells that was so much a part of her.

The musical chimes of the filmy appendages echoed the symphony formed by the beating of his heart creating the sweetest of aphrodisiacs. With only the slightest amount of trepidation, the delicate skin at the base of her throat was pulled between his teeth, sucked deeply into the moist warmth of his mouth as his hands moved to explore the perfect curves of her feminine form.

She sighed, wings a flutter, head tilted back on her swan like neck. "Why are humans so afraid of their mating instincts? Why do they not rejoice in this?"

Raising his head, he looked at the still-wet area where his mouth had just lavished attention and was strangely pleased the see the redness that would surely become a brand of his presence there. His mouth continued to move across the sensuous planes of her chin and lips. "Human men are taught to be respectful of women. Gentility is expected as is a chivalrous distance." The warmth of his tongue slid slightly between her lips.

Her eyes shimmered with excitement, with amused humor. "Humans are strange creatures." She dipped her head and suckled upon the salty skin of his neck, mimicking his attentions of moments earlier.

He chuckled at her words as his breath became ragged. "And yet you seem to find yourself attracted to 'such strange creatures, do you not, beloved?" One hand moved to thread gently through the silken tresses … the other to slide easily across the sultry wings at her back. "So beautiful," he murmured. "So intoxicating."

"Ohhhh, I must musn't I...Wed I am to a human." She pulled away from him, her wings stilling behind her. "Human, husband, you are covered too much for your wife's liking."

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he backed a step and slowly began tugging at the leather belt encircling his waist. Letting it fall to the ground, his hands immediately moved to the hem of his tunic pulling it easily over his head to reveal the well defined torso and shoulders of a seasoned warrior, each individual muscle flexing and relaxing prominently with each movement of his arms.

Lesmela's tapered fingers came up to caress over the taunt flesh, her mouth forming a gasped O. Her eyes were pleased beyond compare with the fine man she had before her, her legs growing weak by the lust that coursed through her veins. "More of your form I wish to look upon." Her voice was low with sensual heat, with wanting of this warrior that Gandalf had led her to.

His eyes began to smolder as his finger moved to work at the ties of the buff colored trousers. With the slowness of a falling feather, his hands slid under the waist of the material and eased the rough wool over the impressive male hips, stopped only momentarily as the material caught on the hardening steel of his rapidly growing member. Finally pushed past the restraints, the fabric pooled at his feet revealing tight hips, strong male thighs and flanks perfectly rounded. He felt the rising of gooseflesh as t he soft breeze from the slightly ajar door kissed his skin. But the look in her eyes warmed him instantly as his gaze melted into hers. "Does this please my beautiful wife?"

Her eyes grew wide at her mate's exposed length, fear and excitement intertwined within her causing her fairy heart to pound wildly. She came closer, hesitant fingers reaching out to touch, feather light, at the sheathed head. "I like this very much. Fit me will it?" She whispered, turning awed eyes to Boromir as she eased to her knees.

The firm, smooth flesh of his buttocks tensed as he felt the warmth of her breath against the rippled cords of his abdomen. She descended causing the measure of his now protruding manhood to quickly expand and fossilize into a granite-like state. His fingers slid slowly to entwine within the length of her satiny locks grasping to maneuver her head closer to the surface of his skin … her sweet sighs exciting him beyond reason. "We will fit perfectly together, my love. How could we not?"

"How is it you know? You are large, husband, and I am but small. Tell me how it is we should fit together," she urged as she slowly ran her cheek first along one side of his shaft and then repeated her movements along the other side.

His head fell slightly back as the softness of her cheek sent his body into an erotic frenzy. How did he know? How could he be sure a mating between them was even possible? And what if he hurt this delicate creature that caused his body to tremble so at the very thought her? There was only one way to explain his understanding. "Our need will provide a way."

"Then should we not see to this now, this very moment?" She asked, cutting innocent, yearning eyes up to him, nuzzling his impressive shaft again.

Without analyzing the impropriety of his actions, one hand slid to the base of his thick rod, ensuring the foreskin to be pulled far back exposing the glossy, deeply crimson head to her view. Guiding the member toward her mouth, he traced her pouty, ruby lips with the very tip of his organ. "I am mad for you, Lesmela." His words were raspy…sultry and rough as he continued, his eyes closing with the sensual desire.

Her lips teased suckling and pulling away, feasting slowly with relish at his thick head as if it were ripe sweet fruit. "Mmmm...." She purred, her wings creating warm currents of air around them. "The taste of all humans, should it be this good?"

A very long moan, deep and stimulating, erupted as he lived the titillating experiences she created in him with her mouth, her teeth, and her tongue. He had no idea how his legs remained steady underneath him, the tumultuous emotions inside leaving him weak as a kitten. And yet, he still heard words floating from him, thick and tense. "I care only of how I taste to you, my loved one." He felt the molten liquid travel the length of his shaft and willingly gave in to the mind-altering effect it had on his entire being.

Lesmela's eyes went wide at the first droplets that graced her tongue, bitterroot and high forest honey all mixed within the essence of this human, her husband. Cutting her eyes upwards to him she suckled greedily, wanting more of the nourishing body's fluid, her body humming with the feeling of it slipping into her veins.

The war raged inside him, the desire to hear her voice mixed with the fear that her warm, moist mouth would leave the most intimate part of his being. His hands wrapped tightly into the length of her hair pulling a little harder than intended as his own head fell back, tongue moistening his dry lips as he felt the pulsing of his manhood create an erotic rhythm with the tightness of her mouth and throat.

She whimpered deep in her throat with the flood of bittersweet cream flowing across her tongue. Her hand came up wrapping around the base of his member squeezing gently, encouragingly, turning pleading eyes upwards. She winced slightly at the ungentle tugging of her precious locks, but she would endure for him and only him.

As the last drops of his rich liquid was devoured by her, Boromir felt his hardness wane turning flaccid, his fingers loosened to a more gentled grasp. His unsteady legs shook underneath him as his words choked in his throat, her hands near his sensitive sacs causing the beginning of more turmoil inside him. "I'm sorry," he whispered as he realized the harshness of his hold on her tresses mere moments before. Holding her head to the undermost part of his abdomen, he repeated…"I'm sorry, my love."

She allowed his softened member to slip from her lips and tilted her head again, offering an understanding smile to him. Her heart thumped wildly in her delicate chest flooding the chambers with a deep wild love for the human that held her so close, for the man that was her destiny. "May I drink from you again when you are able?"

A warm smile spread his lips as his fingers moved to gently massage the base of her neck. "As oft as it pleases you." His legs bent as he moved downward to bring his eyes to her level. "I am yours … to do with as you will. To be the fulfillment of your every desire." With a soft, tender look, his tongue flicked swiftly, lovingly across the smooth petals of her lips before pulling her back with him onto the bed … a bed barely big enough for a human, yet unusually large for the fairly population. His sigh was long and sensual as he felt her body cover his, his body already beginning to react to her nearness.

Wiggling against him, she sighed, the downy curls of her lower half glistened wetly with her need. "Often it shall be that I give into this need to be nourished from your body." She smiled, her wings giving a swift flutter, a cresting chorus of fairy tones.

One large, male hand moved to gently brush away several shiny tendrils of silky hair from the elegant features of her face as the other hand insinuated itself between them to insert inside the moistened petals of her feminine core. Straining to keep his harshly panting breath at bay, another finger slipped inside to join the first, both dancing wildly inside her coated by the intoxicating moisture of her essence as his large male organ began to twitch, hardening to life against the inside of her thighs..

"Boromir!" A heavy gasp fell from her lips as she tried desperately to impale herself more thoroughly on the stretching digits, her hips rolling and pitching with her need. Her eyes turned cloudy and dark, begging for more in their intensity.

In the blink of an eye his fingers were removed and wrapped themselves around the base of his now fully erect manhood, pressing it insistently into the tiny portal of her core. Very slowly, inch by delicious inch, he worked his body inside hers to create a unity … a oneness with hers. Feeling her stretch to acclimate to his size, he pushed until his body was entirely encompassed inside hers … and then he gently but fervently began to create a rhythm … pumping his need into her.

Lesmela ducked her head low against his chest, the tearing inside was slight but painful none the less and it took all that was in her not to cry out, not to give voice to her pain. Willing herself to feel more, to reach beyond it and grasp the pleasure to be had, her hips began to work in unison with his and time ceased as they joined.

He sensed it in her … the pain of innocence giving way to sensual womanhood … how could he be inside her and not notice? But he prayed to whatever deity would listen to his inward cry that it would pass quickly. Feeling her feminine center contract hard onto his throbbing shaft, he allowed himself to fall under the spell of the erotic passion their writhing bodies created with this heretofore forbidden love … forbidden coupling. Oh, how he suddenly loved her and how he needed to express that bodily.

She lifted shimmering eyes to him, smiling through the residual pain, impaling her eager body onto him over and over. "Indeed we do fit together well, husband," she whispered, her wings fluttering anew with each thrust.

Perspiration beaded his face and body mightily as he matched her thrust for thrust working hard to control the immediate climax his body fought so hard to produce. Shards of light appeared behind tightly closed eyes as a faraway voice that vaguely resembled his began to whisper husky words of intimacy into her ear awhile his hips pounded into hers with intensity and excitement. And then he could hold it no longer. A loud groan of amatory pleasure rang from his throat as long, streams of thick, warm liquid shot deep into her body transferring from his pulsating rod with the velocity of an arrow seeking its perfect target.

Above him she arched into the peaking climax, impaling herself one last time, insuring his member was deeply seated inside as her feminine walls contracted violently. "Boromir....Boromir..." She panted his name in time with the contractions her wings fluttering wildly, a harmonious breeze blew across the mated pair in their blissful state.

As her body milked the last drop of his life's essence into her body the hard wall of his back fell flat against the mossy mattress, his hands on her hips willing her not to move. Panting in great gulps of precious air … air mingled with the scent of their union … his eyes slowly slid open, smiling sensually with warn, loving eyes. One hand moving upward to gently stroke the filmy wings at her back, a soft, low moan followed. "Never," he began huskily as his fingers continued their exploration of the delicate appendages. "Never have I felt as you make me feel. And never will I be able to think of life again without thinking of your name."

Lesmela wilted gracefully to his chest as her pleasure spent body gave into the tired ache that radiated from her. "Good that you feel this way, never shall we be parted or on deaths wings we shall be carried." She sighed, her wings settling furled against her back.

Nestling her body closer to his, he tightened his arms around her pulling her further into the circle of his love. With the consummation of this forbidden love they had defied the laws of nature and created a whole new world of intimacy and passion. The warrior and the fairy…a creature of war and a creature of peace. He breathed a contented sigh as his eyes closed gently … only one thing in the forefront of his mind -- rest, so that he may recreate this wild, uninhibited passion with her again and again and again.

Allowing her eyes to drop closed she slipped instantly into her fairy sleep, slumber coming in cycles of minutes instead of hours. Knowing her strength she would surely need, for the dawn would bring with it a whole new world for this fairy creature.

FINI