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lamemaster · 2 months ago

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Marred Music (Chapter 2)

Genre: Drama & angst (hurt no comfort)

Pairing: Fingolfin x Maia Reader

Summary: When he looked up, however, another pair of golden eyes met his own, your eyes. Bright, sharp, and unblinking, they regarded him with an intensity that made him freeze. Startled, he let out a squeal unbecoming of his dignity and very ungracefully tumbled from the tree.

AN: Second part and the last one

Chapter 1| Chapter 2

Reader POV

“The sons of Finwë are destined to perform valiant deeds in the days to come. Their fate is woven into the very melody of Arda. That fate does not rest with you,” Mandos declares, his voice a commanding force that pins you to the spot, unyielding and absolute.

What began as a simple errand to the Halls of Mandos has transformed into a reckoning of your own truth. How he came to know of your tryst with Nolofinwe remains a mystery. Was it your brother who discovered it? Your lord Manwe? Or was it the Vala’s foresight?

Before you can summon the courage to speak, the Vala continues: “Your beloved will wed another elleth. His fate, and the fate of his children, is sealed. There is little you can alter. Should you attempt to change it by force, the consequences will ripple through many lives in the days to come.”

The overwhelming power of the Vala’s presence weighs down upon you, and your response is meek, your voice trembling: “Would harm come to him in my presence?”

“No one may know what is to come,” Mandos replies, his tone measured yet unyielding. “Yet, blurred lines of fate point to a future apart from you. Something that won't be certain with your presence next to him. A future shrouded in dark is out of our hands,” He pauses, his next words cold and resolute, echoing through the desolate halls. “It is not your fate to be with the second eldest of Finwë.”

You lower your gaze, unable to meet his piercing eyes. The rippling waves of the lake lap gently at your feet, their touch tender, almost reverent, as though the waters themselves mourn with you for what has been taken away.

“I understand,” you whisper, though your voice falters beneath the weight of the words. Fragile and hollow, they carry a sorrow that burrows deep into your soul, a void left by something Namo has stripped from you.

His decree must be obeyed, for it is for the betterment of Arda. Yet, the ache in your heart remains, an unrelenting pain that spills silently from your eyes, flowing like the waters at your feet.

Nolofinwe POV

Nolofinwe yearned for another meeting. He sought out every familiar nook and hidden haunt from the past, yet no matter where he ventured, he failed to catch a glimpse of you.

As a final resort, he turned to the kingdom of his uncle’s people. Perhaps there, among the branches of a great tree, you might be found tending to hatchlings in their parents’ absence, fulfilling your quiet duty.

Or so he had hoped.

But you were gone.

You, who once came at his first call, who crossed lands with such swiftness just to see him, now remained silent.

Had he erred? Had he hurt you in some way? Had someone else hurt you?

Nolofinwe did not know.

Desperation drove him to seek Eonwe, the fair and noble herald of Manwe. Surely, Eonwe would provide him with answers, some clue to where you might be.

But even Eonwe was gone. The court of Manwe stood vacant of his presence. An absence so unprecedented, so unthinkable, that Nolofinwe was left stunned.

For the first time, he felt truly lost.

And then it came—the ache in his heart. It was unlike the debilitating sickness that afflicted other heartbroken elves. He did not crumble as his father had at the mere mention of Míriel. He did not waste away, nor lose his appetite, nor forget how to smile.

Yet, something lingered in his fea. A shadowed sorrow that remained hidden most days, only to surface at the edges of memory. It struck during feasts, at the sight of peaches, or when a song reminded him of you.

He thought of you every time he saw his elder brother. Birds stopping mid-flight would halt him in his path, their wings stirring a faint memory of you.

But after decades of waiting, Nolofinwe stopped. He stopped seeking. Stopped allowing your name to pass his lips. Stopped searching for Eonwe. Stopped loving you or so he told himself. And in the silence of that lie, he agreed to a marriage with Anaire.

He loved Anaire, he told himself. Truly, he did. Feanaro disagreed, of course, but Nolofinwe no longer sought his approval.

The Eldar wed in love, after all. His was a marriage of love, Nolofinwe insisted. A happy union that blessed him with his children.

Findekano, the most cheerful of toddlers. Turukano, the most responsible of young ones. Irsse, the wild and free-spirited daughter. And Arkano, the youngest and beloved of all.

He was happy. Nolofinwe truly was.

But just the sight of you unraveled him all over again. One fleeting glimpse, and he lost the strength to breathe. Perhaps it was partly due to the fatal wound Melkor had just dealt him but in truth, Nolofinwe no longer cared.

On the bloodied soil of Middle-earth, he saw you once more. A meeting so profound that only songs could hope to capture it. With your wings spread wide against the bleak sky, your descent carried a grace that made even the wind bow in reverence.

In that moment, he knew. He still loved you.

The ache he had buried for decades surged to the surface, and Nolofinwe—now Fingolfin, gasped, blood spilling from his lips.

“Do not move,” you whispered, your voice trembling with urgency. Your hands reached for him, drawing him into your arms with a gentleness so familiar, he barely felt the touch.

He struggled to form your name with his lips, but no sound emerged. His crushed throat refused him even this final plea.

Yet the words remained in his mind, pressing against yours in desperate thought.

“Forgive me. I love you still. I never stopped. I was wrong.”

In the trembling whispers of your healing chants, he catches the glimmer of your tears. Pearls that seem more noble than the Silmarils themselves.

“Let me take you back,” you murmur, your hand tenderly caressing his bloodied cheek. “Please, Nolo,” you beg, your lips trembling, the plea heavy with desperation.

With his broken body and a soul on the edge of departure, he hears the last of your prayers carried into the wind.

“You promised no hurt would come to him…” you whisper, a note of anguish bordering on madness, as you prepare to carry him to the camp, to his sons.

But his breaths falter, and his vision dims. He clings only to the final sight of your tear-streaked face, the anguish etched into every corner of your being.

In your arms, chieftain of the eagles, dies Nolofinwe, Fingolfin. The most noble of the line of Finwe.

Reader POV

You loved him in the blessed lands of Arda. You loved him from the distant shores of Middle-earth. Yet, that love had always been sweetly unfulfilled. From the glimpses you had stolen of his life, you saw your beloved at peace.

His adorable elflings bore so much of him. Their father’s steadfast heart and their gentle mother’s grace.

Namo had been right. Your absence had allowed Nolofinwe to flourish. And that knowledge, bittersweet as it was, had been enough to sustain you through the eternity of the Timeless Halls.

Your brother, however, had been different. Eonwe had protested your decision with a fervor you had never seen in him before. For the first time in his existence, he argued with your lord.

He had begged for you to remain in the Blessed Realm, his cries forlorn, his thoughts tangled in the pain of separation. But the years softened even Eonwe. Eventually, he found it easier to visit you in Middle-earth than to remain at odds with Manwë.

Those visits became your solace. Soaring together through the skies of Middle-earth, you found fleeting joy in the treasured moments shared with your brother.

And so you were content. Heeding Namo’s words, trusting the promise that your beloved’s joy would flourish without you, you found peace.

Until now.

Now, you held him in your arms, cradling what little remained of him. His broken body, fragile and bloodied, rested against you as your wings unfurled to shield him, as though they could still guard him from a fate long sealed.

“You were supposed to prosper,” you murmured, your voice trembling under the weight of your sorrow. “Namo said… next to her, you were supposed to live.”

Your words vanished into the void, unheard by the one who needed them most.

“What use was leaving?” you whispered bitterly, your tears falling unchecked. A sob escaped your lips, quiet yet suffused with anguish. “You absolute fool… How am I to exist after this sight?”

Bringing him to his sons became your labor, a task you bore with unyeilding sense of duty to him. Your pain was your repentance, for leaving him, for allowing him to endure such suffering, and for the heartbreak you could not undo.

To his eldest, the one who carried glimpses of his mother and so much of Nolofinwe’s spirit, you came bearing their father.

Years later, you heard that voice again. The voice of his bloodline accompanied by harp, calling out across time, summoning you. And you came. To Fingon for the rescue of Feanor’s eldest.

Every time his descendants called, you answered. At every summon of his kin, you arrived, steadfast and unyielding. Yet, the weariness of time began to gnaw at your music, the weight of eternity dragging you down as you gave what little remained of yourself.

Yet, love failed to wither.

Because beyond time, beyond separation or union, beyond pain and pleasure- is where love lies. Far from where it can come to an end or fade away from existence.

#the silmarillion #silmarillion x reader #tolkien elves #noldor elves #fingolfin #fingolfin x reader #fingolfin wingolfin #feanor #eonwe #manwe #maia reader #hurt

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braxix-art · 3 months ago

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Eonwe, Herald of Manwe

Graphite on paper

#art #fanart #silm art #silmarillion #eonwe #I modeled his feathers after an eagle(golden eagle?)

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edensrose · 1 year ago

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. ˚◞♡ 𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ◞ ₊˚ ﹕the banner-bearer and herald of manwë, whose might in arms is surpassed by none in arda.

. ˚◞♡ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔◞ ₊˚﹕

˚◞❀˳ 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬◞ꕥ

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˚◞❀˳ 𝘯𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴?◞ꕥ

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˚◞❀˳ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦?◞ꕥ

꒰ he knows it's silly, but he can't help to see green with your ex around ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒷꒦ ft. ainur ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦◞ꕥ

꒰ you always assumed he’d be at your side, but what happens when eönwë leaves for the war of wrath? ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒱ ₊˚⊹

. ˚◞♡ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇◞ ₊˚﹕

˚◞❀˳ 𝘵𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘵◞ꕥ

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˚◞❀˳ 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴◞ꕥ

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˚◞❀˳ 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴◞ꕥ

꒰ eonwe is the type of lover to. . . ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒷꒦ ft. valar ꒱ ₊˚⊹

. ˚◞♡ 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕◞ ₊˚﹕

˚◞❀˳ 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴◞ꕥ

꒰ throughout your eons before and during arda, you found yourself in a friendship between two particular maiar. but what happens when you find yourself falling for one — and then the other? ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒷꒦ ft. eonwe ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴◞ꕥ

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˚◞❀˳ 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯◞ꕥ

꒰ after the war of wrath, eönwë should be paraded around as a war hero, at least, he should feel as though he is. but all he can bring himself to feel is resentment towards himself as guilt knaws at his soul. the attrocities that he commited for the sake of the war come back to haunt him when melkor comes before the throne to face judgement. ꒷꒦ 1.1k꒱ ₊˚⊹

. ˚◞♡ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕◞ ₊˚﹕

˚◞❀˳ 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯?◞ꕥ

꒰ you decide to surprise your lover by asking him to join you in the shower ꒷꒦ imagine ꒷꒦ ft. ainur ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦◞ꕥ

꒰ surely your beloved wouldn't mind a few dirty texts while he's a work, right? ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒷꒦ ft. ainur ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱?◞ꕥ

꒰ he just so happens to stumble in on you touching yourself. . . and decides to watch ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒷꒦ ft. ainur ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳◞ꕥ

꒰ you find yourself bedded by the elder king's herald, with manwë instructing him just how to fuck you ꒷꒦ 1.5k ꒷꒦ ft. manwe ꒱ ₊˚⊹

. ˚◞♡ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌◞ ₊˚﹕

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thekingofwinterblog · 1 year ago

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What were the "High Men" of Numenorians really? A Tolkien Theory

In the two towers, Faramir gives an overview of how the Gondorians measure the different "races' of men, High men(themselves, that is to say the Edain), the men of twilight/middle men(men who were related to the Edain, but didnt go to Valinor during the migration after the war of wrath) and the men of Darkness(Everyone else why by their definition must have served Morgoth.

There are a lot of problems with this catagorization of men.

The DruEdain that Gan-buri-ghan belongs to is, as the name implies amongst the High Men, for their ancestors joined the trip to Numenor and was presumably blessed with all the same gifts as the rest, before much later, seeing which way the wind was blowing, left back to join the kin on the mainland, and mixing with them, creating thw modern Druedain, who presumably still have all the same blessings as the numenorians, even if they long ago forgot much of the arts and lore they learned in Numenor.

This very close ethnic and cultural connection is forgotten by both Dunedain and Druedain, but they are far, far closer than any other people of numenorean connections, other than maybe the Black Numenorians.

Sinilarily, the accusation that anyone not related to the Edain are "Men of Darkness" who served Morgoth is blantantly false, as the Dunlendings fit neither criteria.

And finally the middle men is very much played loose with, as while there is a distant, distant relation between the Gondorians and the Rohirrim, it's way, way more distant than the Gondorians make it out to be.

However, while very, very faulty, there is one bit of truth to this artificial catagorization of how "important" people are deemed to be.

Namely that the Numenoreans were and still ARE different than other men.

The different peoples of the Edain, that mixed together on their new island to form the new ethnicity of Numenoreans(with only the Druedain remaining apart from the rest, despite there no doubt being intermarriages through the years) blessed with a masaive, stupidly tall height, enormous lifespans, a natural capacity for creating magical marvels unseen in any other race of men, and when they started out, a distinct non fear of death.

All of these are said to have been a direct blessing from Eonwe, Manwe's herald who defeated Morgoth at the end of the War of Wrath.

This is very much historical fact in Middle earth.

The Numenorians for their part was blessed with amazing capacity, and they got the island kingdom of Numenor raised from the bottom of the sea for them to live on as a reward for their loyalty.

It was certainpy not a paradise, as the men of Numenor were capable of misdeeds, anger and all the other bad sides of the human condition, long before they came back to middle earth, but there is also no denying that just on a mental level, during that early period the Numenorians had become something... Very different in temperment. More like the Elves mayhaps, and yet not quite, for they accepted that they had to die in those early days, and they knew when it came, and so got their affairs in order before time was up.

There was no mentions of massive civil wars or internal conflicts during that first period, instead they seemed to have gotten along incredibly well on the island, on the same level as the early Elves before war and kinstrife, or maybe even like the hobbits of the shire.

Not perfect maybe, but as close as one can reasonably have it on earth.

Then that began to change as the centuries moved past, and especially as they made contact eith the outside world again, upon which they once more began to grow leaner and meaner, and the fear of natural death began to creep back in.

What i find most interesting aboyt this though, is that their blessed powers began to wane... Not because they interbred together with the "lesser" men of middle earth, but rather because they began to decline as Numenoreans become mroe wicked and cruel.

In other words, the blessings were interconnected with the people who carried them being good people. It had nothing to do with race itself, though that is how the numenorian percieved it.

And we see this as Numenor fell, as the two different kingdoms went very different ways.

The Dunedain of Arnor eventually split into 3 distinct groups, but it's very telling that the bulk of the nation's numenorians, the people who made up the successor state of arthedain, and who would be the only survivers of the kingdom in the form of the rangers from the North, whom would eventually spawn Aragorn, are NOT "Pure blooded" numenorians, for all 3 of the Dunedain groups that made of Arnor's 3 successor states intermingled and mixed together with their respective native populations of Eriador, "Middle men" all.

And yet only Arthedain, who managed to keep the nobility of early Numenor alive, did they retain their enormous lifespans, they still had great capacity for magic both in healing and smith crafting that far surpassed Gondor, and their kings very much had that old supernatural force of will that Gondor's Kings eventually lost, which Aragorn would showcase many times during the course of Lotr.

This was best shown as the great plague ravished the entirety of western middle earth... Only for the Dunedain of Arthedain to stand left as the only kingdom the plague didnt really seem to get any sort of foothold inside.

Clearly the old blessings of long life and health had a massive hold yet in Arthedain, while it smashed through the other two successor states as well as Gondor.

Meanwhile, Gondor managed to retain a lot of those old Numenorian blessings, if nowhere near as well as Arthedain.

The Numenorians blamed the fact that many of their clans were losing these blessings, slowly but surely, on their bloolines becomingless "pure".

There is some truth to that... In the sense that once a family lost their noble character, their blessings did indeed begin to wane, and it would rarely return, except maybe if one intermarried with someone who had the blessings still.

The ultimate example of the fact that it was character, NOT race that determined wheter the Nomenorians would keep their inborn gifts, is showcased nowhere as clearly as with King Eldacar, who was the result of his father's marriage to a northern "barbarian" princess.

This marriage outside of Numenorian nobility would cause a horrible civil war that slaughtered a huge part of the numenorean nobility, but by all accounts Eldacar was as blessed as every other king who came before him, despite only being half numenorean. His father and(presumably) his mother were of good character, and so was he, and he lived for a whooping 235 years, proving that the idea of the Numenoreans blessings weaking because of intermarrying with "lesser" peoples were complete nonsense.

No, the Gondorians numenorean gifts would decline for a variety of reasons(the kinstrife wiping out a huge percentage of the numenorean descendant population, their genocidal actions against the men of Rhun during eastern campaigns, and them losing sight of their own living relations in favor of their ancestors), but intermarrying with the non gondorians of their realm was not one of them.

So with all of this in mind, we have established how the Numenorean's divinely granted gifts work.

With this in mind, what exactly the high men of numenor were are self explanatory. They are(or at least their ancestors were) divinely blessed bloodlines who managed to keep that spark of nobility that the Herald of Manwe managed to impart to the Edain, and so retained the gifts that the Valar bestowed upon them.

Case closed. Or it would be, if not for one, single conversation from from the first age, between and elf and a human woman.

In the book "Morgoth's Ring" we get the debate of Finrod and Andreth, where we get our one, and only glimpse into what Mankind was when they first awakened to the world. Before the fall. before the corruption of Morgoth twisted the entire race. before the first sin.

The debate is between Finrod, that famous king of Nargothrond, and Andreth, a Human wisewoman who knows some human lore of the first days of man, which Elves know not of.

And here we learn a lot.

We learn that Humanity at it's beginning, used to be greater, stronger, completely unafraid of death, seems to have had very long life(described as immortality, though that is probably just because none of the early pre corruption humans lived long enough in that state to die of old age), lacking fear and hatred, and with a capacity for creation that far, far surpassed even the elves and maybe even the Valar themselves, as they would surpass the vision that the Valar had been shown of the world's future during those first sets of music.

Fingon who has been blessed with the gift of sight, even managed to see what Humankind's purpose in the world was supposed to be. Namely healing Arda, that is to say undoing, or at least halting and stopping the marring of Arda, the process which Moegoth used to infuse the essence of Evil into every bit of the world.

In other words, preventing the decline of magic and wonders that would pass on as the ages moved on, only to meet it's final ending at the beginning of the fourth age when wonder and sorcery began the the road to being snuffed out once and for all.

The age of man was always going to supplant the age of the elves, but as Eru Illuvatar originally intended it, it was not necessarily meant to be a literal supplanting, where Elves were doomed to either leave for Valinor forever, or begin to eventually fade away in physical form due to the Marring of Arda.

Now, we dont know the exact details of what derailed this vision of the future, other than the fact that Morgoth corrupted the entire Human race and made them acknowledge him as God, and in the end, by rejecting Eru, they lost that incredible potential.

But lets go over what we know of unspoiled Humans.

They were stronger, their spirits greater, their capacity for creation surpassed everyone else, they were untouched by(but not immune to) the corrupting influences of Morgoth in a way that elves are not, they did not fear death, had long lives, and it was their destiny to become masters of the world.

Now this might just be me... But this sounds a LOT like like early Numenor.

The very long lives, the non fear of natural death, the greater strength and spirit compared to other men, the unmatched capacity for creation and making of wonders, somehow lacking a lot of the darker aspects of humanity, even if they are not non-existent, and a natural destiny to fight sauron and bring greatness to the world.

My theory then is this.

The blessing's Eonwe gave the Numenorians, were not so much a boon granted to them and them alone, as it was given them the capacity to reclaim their birthright. The birthright of ALL of humanity.

A birthright that was stolen from them, and yet at this point could seemingly still return, and if things went well, maybe Eru's original plan might play out yet in some form(though wheter or not that was Eonwe's intent or not who can say).

If so, the Numenoreans intended destiny in the second age, was to defeat sauron and the rest of Morgoth's forces, somehow halt the long defeat that was the marring of Arda, and begin a slow reversal of the corruption of man, the relaiming of the entire race's birthright, as they willingly shared their gifts, their technology and lore with the rest of the world, and and ushering in the Age of man, not as a heralding that the age of all otgers were over, but that it was time for mankind to spread it's wings and lead the way.

If that truly was the case, then that is certainly how it began. But alas, that was not how it ended.

The fall of Numenor, and the bending of the world signaled that one way or another, there was no turning back.

The poamssibility of an age of magic and wonders as Humanity took dominion of the world died with the great island.

Any true healing for the Marring of Arda would now need to wait until the end of the world, after which it would be remade withouth Melkor's influence.

However, there is one, final note i want to end on.

Because there is one people amongst the race of man, that seems to have avoided the shadow of Morgoth, and been untouched by the darkness that swalled the rest of the race.

That of course being the hobbits. The hobbits fit almost all of the traits seen amongst pre corruption humans, other than great strength and capacity for grand creations.

They lack a lot of the inborn brutal nature of the rest of mankind, even if it's not completely non existence, they are not immune to the corrupting shadow, but it lacks the natural bite it has on bigger humans, or the allways there pressure it has on elves. They have a remarkably relaxed attitude to the idea of their own natural deaths, they live relaticely long lives, and has a surprising apptitude dor courage in the face of adversity, and capacity for pushing through hardships and pain, and they have a natural kindness and love of peace about them, almost unseen anywhere else amongst the rest of the known race and peoples of men... Other than that brief moment of early numenoreans, before they let fear and greed seep back in.

#tolkien's legendarium #j r r tolkien #the silmarillion #lord of the rings #the hobbit #man #mankind #humanity #meta #elves #morgoth #first sin #corruption #numenoreans #theory

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doodle-pops · 2 years ago

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A Bond That Keeps Us

Eonwe x reader

Kinktober 2022: Breeding Kink

A/N: I have been recently obsessed with the idea of Eonwe having Avian traits which are obviously shown in this fic. Heads up on the overly long plot before the smut.

Warnings: fembod, breeding/impregnation kink (the entire fic is about breeding; it’s heavy), pinning, manhandling, predatory instincts, heat, mating ritual, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, passing out, knotting, cockwarming

Word Count: 8.1k

Synopsis: Eonwe's usual request to travel south during springtime was rejected leaving him with no other choice but to avoid you. Terrified of having you learn the truth, the Elder King wasn't having any of his behaviour and decided to intervene on your behalf.

You noticed the change in his behaviour the moment he returned from one of his meetings with his Lord Manwe. There was a foul stench in the atmosphere as his presence ghosted through the doors and flew up the staircase into his room. It was unusual given that he’d always walk directly to your form, no matter where you were sitting, and bring you in for a hug encasing his ethereal white wings around you both to form a cocoon before rubbing noses against each other to bring you in for the gentlest kiss. His lips always felt like kissing clouds, not quite there but tender and soft, before he deepened it as he lifted you off the surface your body was perched upon. But not today, or tomorrow, or the day after – Eonwe had dematerialised from your sight without granting you some form of a hint of his whereabouts.

It wasn’t exactly strange behaviour from him, you understood there were times when the boisterous and exuberant herald of the King of the Valar suffered his mood swings and refused to be within your personal spacings to tarnish your high-spirited aura. He would make himself vanish from your sight until you stumble upon him in the highest room of the palace, perched on the railings with his wings ruffled to signify he wasn’t pleasant. There were times when his mood was caused by his Lord's directive orders that would keep him away from you for months. In the beginning, Eonwe had never found the separation heart-wrenching as you would describe it, but in the later years, as time flew and physical affections were introduced, Eonwe took his words back in a heartbeat. He would cling to you for dear life whenever he returned from trips complaining about never leaving your side for so long ever again.

Could it be that his Lord gave him a directive order that had him sulking? You didn’t bother him for three days despite wanting to break down his doors and demand to know the cause of his mood, instead, you left him alone constantly staring at his door as you return to yours every night. There weren’t any signs of him on the grounds or with Thorondor or even with Illmare. He was nowhere to be seen flying high above and throwing flower petals from the sky as he once saw in a play – he was determined to re-enact that sequence with you. As the days turned into a week, you were considering his lack of appearance to be him disappearing on one of his missions and just refusing to inform you because of his displeasure.

Sitting near the fountains of the palace grounds, your back was pressed against the bark of the cherry blossoms to ease the coldness of the spring breeze. Their petals fell everywhere around you, and your hands made quick work to gather them into your lap as you busied yourself with making another floral realistic artwork. Placing all your focus into lining the petals onto the board, your thoughts were broken by the angelic voice of your lover’s Lord, Manwe. Lifting your head to follow the sound, you observed as he stepped out of the shade and into Arien’s rays, blinding your eyes as her light enhanced the whites and blues he wore.

“Little one, why do you appear sullen?” his voice was as gentle as soft rose petals that trailed upon your skin as he spoke. His words were companied by a concerned smile which overshadowed a teasing smile as if he knew why you were upset.

Scrambling in the most unfashionable manner, you dropped your artwork and bowed before the Lord of the Airs and greeted him with much enthusiasm you were able to muster, “My Lord, forgive for appearing displeased. I was just…thinking.”

You ended your response with a nod as though you were reassuring yourself instead of your Lord, but Manwe was able to see through your façade and knew that it was Eonwe troubling your soul. After all, it was he who had the final say in his herald’s current mission and knew that Eonwe was not entirely pleased with his Lord’s decision. Knowing his herald, the poor bird hadn’t informed you on anything and left to bubble in his displeasure. Offering you a smile, Manwe raised his hand to alert you that you should not have to apologize for your sullen mood.

“Little one, there is no need for you to apologize for your down aura, everyone is allowed to be sad at a time in their life.”

“I know my Lord, but it does not – it’s just…it’s Eonwe.” You weren’t going to make mention of him to his Lord, but he was on your mind and the lack of knowledge was bothering. Perhaps if you were to inquire with his Lord, some information might be dispelled, and your gloomy mood would lift. Keeping your head cast downwards, you twiddled with your fingers and bit your lip as you awaited Manwe’s response, hoping that you did not anger him. The wind was still blowing gingerly, with no increase in its pace thus it was safe to say that he was still in a responsive and pleasant mood.

“My herald? My herald done something to make you tremendously upset? Not something he would do – come.” He opened his arms at the end of his response, allowing his robes to lift from the ground and widened as he spoke. One hand reached outwards and waited for your smaller ones to rest within his so he could guide you to an answer.

Leaving your artwork behind, you walked alongside Manwe as his hand held yours and he guided you through the halls. You both passed numerous rooms as he took you to the far west wing of the palace, the half with the empty rooms which served no purpose besides collecting dust. You didn’t understand where he was taking you, maybe to sit and have tea with him and talk your problems out – he once did so when you and Eonwe experienced your first argument. However, the elegant King flew over the ground and eased you along with him through grand ballrooms and staircases and past many corridors until he stopped at the end of the hallway that lead to one door in the end.

“He is in there, but I must inform you, he is not the same as you knew him to be.” Looking at you as he spoke, there was a musical chuckle at the end when your face contorted into pure confusion.

“I-I don’t understand what you mean my Lord. What do you mean by ‘he is not the same as I knew him to be’? Had something happened to him?”

“Yes, something did happen to him, and I administered him a cure, however, he refuses to acknowledge my help.”

A gasp had escaped your mouth as you stared horrified at Manwe and then cast your head to Eonwe’s door. Immediately, your body moved to cover the distance to approach his room before Manwe’s voice rang out again, “I must urge you to proceed with caution. This is no ordinary condition he has obtained, though, it is one commonly found among birds.”

“Birds?” you puzzled, only to be ignored by Manwe as he simply casted a mischievous smile.

Dipping his head to express his departure, Manwe waved his hand out to you and retreated down the halls from where you came. Staring at his departing figure, your brain was hurting from the bare minimal information that your Lord had provided – nothing made sense. There were times he would speak and even your lover had complained about his lack of coherent speeches; almost every phrase that slipped past his lip was a parable. Your hands had risen to rub at your temples at the oncoming pain the more you attempted to unscramble his parables, but when you realized at you weren’t going to get anywhere, your body turned to face Eonwe’s door and bound towards it.

Your palms were sweaty, and your body was trembling, not from nervousness but out of fear of his condition. What if you couldn’t get him to take the cure, that meant he would die, and you refused to let that happen? Taking a deep breath from your stomach, you exhaled and lifted your right hand to knock thrice, calling out to him while your left was twisting the doorknob and pushing the door open. What you saw when your head peeked through the crack was beyond bewildering – the room was a mess. Feathers were strewn across the floors, the sofas were overturned, and all dragged to the corner of the room where the floor-length windows were wide opened, and sheets were thrown over the sofas and some scattered on the floor. The room appeared as though a storm had ripped through the peaceful ambience and torn it apart with violent intentions.

Shutting the door with a soft click, your light pitter-patter of footsteps was silence across the room but not for your lover who sat perched on the opposite end, hidden from your line of sight and watched in great desire as you presented yourself for his taking. There were large feathers among the miniatured-sized ones that spoke volumes – they were Eonwe’s feathers. Was he shedding, though you don’t recall him shedding his feathers this time of the year since you would help care for them as an act of affection as his mate? Your footsteps ceased their motion when you came to stand directly before what seemed to be a makeshift bed. Now that you were up close, you noticed pillows were lined around the sides, almost as if it was encasing the warmth. It reminded you of the forts you would build with him during thunderstorms.

“You reek of him?”

Jumping out of your skin, the deep voice that most certainly did not belong to your lover echoed behind you from the dark. Turning your head first, your body following after, your eyes fell upon the darkened portion of the room and were only able to make out the faint outline of a figure sitting on a high piece of furniture – Eonwe. Ushering to move closer, his voice rang out again, this time, stopping you in your tracks completely.

“Stay where you are, do not come closer for your safety.” His voice was like honey as he spoke, and it stirred your insides. You didn’t know his voice could have gone that deep.

“E-Eonwe, my sweet songbird, what is going on? Why is the room like this? Why are you hiding from me? Have…Have I made you upset?” at the last question, his eyes widened at the hurt in your voice. His intentions were to never hurt you, only to keep you safe from his turmoil. He knew you would be scared for life if ever you found out about his condition, and so, he kept his distance. But when he smelt you down the corridor coming his way, his bird brain kicked into overdrive and forced him to create this masterpiece in hopes of impressing his mate. Everything had to be perfect for you to accept should he succeed in with his plan, there was no mistake in you denying.

It was an immense struggle for him to focus and think straight with you standing less than eight feet away. It was easy for him to swoop in and throw you onto the bed, ravishing you and curing his condition, but he didn’t want to suffer the backlash, it would scar him for life.

“I’m…unwell.”

“I know this, your Lord Manwe informed me that you refused to take a cure. Why? Don’t you want to become better; you could die?”

“Oh, my sweet little dove. My sweet little confused dove…” he drifted off into tantalizing laughter. You were so innocent of the changes in his behaviour that you forgot he had multiple bird-like tendencies and the most important one. The question on his mind was to either break the truth to you or let you discover on your own. The longer you stayed, your scent permeated the room soaking every fabric and filling his senses with honeysuckle. He could feel his chest reverberating as he anticipated your moves, wanting to bury his nose in every crack and crevice.

“Eonwe, just please tell me what’s going on.” you cried with great fear in your voice because he was taking it for a joke.

Continuing to chuckle, his bird side enjoyed toying with you like predator and prey. You were absolutely divine and delicious; how could he not play with his meal, “You…You know that I’m a bird right?”

“…yes.”

“And that I have bird-like traits and behaviour?”

“Where are you going with his?”

“I’m a bird darling, I do everything a bird does. From singing and dancing to attract you, puffing my feathers up to…spring. What do birds in spring?”

Cocking your head to the side in confusion, you understood that he had numerous bird-like traits but were not entirely sure what he was getting at. Yes, he sang and brought you colourful stones and items he found while flying as gifts and he gets jealous whenever other birds are flocking to you, but what was so special about spring? What did spring and birds have so greatly in common? “Don't you all return from migration after winter and build homes and such?”

“Yes, but not exactly, we…ugh…how do I put this dove. Fuck. We fuck during springtime and like a bird, I experience my heat and the urge to mate with you since you are my mate. However, it has never come on like this…it’s stronger than before. Maybe it’s because I’ve been ignoring it…” Eonwe wanted to flop after having to tediously explain his natural phenomenon to you. This could have been avoided had his Lord just allowed him to make his usual trip every year, but no, the Elder King just had to intervene and force him to stop running.

Your cheeks were flushed with fever as your lover spoke about what he wanted to do to you every spring. You were his mate and he wanted to seal the bond with you once and for all. To lock you together until the end of time, for eternity. You found it sweet and endearing that he desired you but was upset about him not coming forth.

“You’ve been ignoring your heat...for years? All those times you've disappeared during spring... was because of your heat. Why didn’t you just tell me you needed to mate instead of running away Eonwe, I would have helped – wait, the cure and the condition that Lord Manwe spoke of was…”

“Yes dove, you’re the cure to my condition. If I mate with you, the pain will subdue until my heat wears off.”

“How long?”

Did you really want to know just how long he was going into heat? “How long do I disappear during spring?”

Widening your eyes in horror at the dawn of the time frame, you were setting yourself up if you really and truly wished to provide assistance to your bird lover, “Like a whole month.”

“Not exactly, I just stay away for that long for extra security, but it’s for two weeks. So far, a week has passed and…I’ve been alone dealing with it…” you could hear the rise in his breathing as his words trailed off. He was struggling to maintain his composure because he’d been fucking his hand for over a week to reduce the fire raging within but for the worse reason, it wasn’t sedating his hunger; he needed you to out the fire.

“T-Two weeks! You spend two weeks alone when you could have asked me for help Eonwe. I would have done something instead of letting you torture yourself.” Your voice quivered at the realization of his suffering himself to sedate his heat in the most unnatural manner.

“It’s – It’s not as easy as you make it out to be little birdie, it’s much worse. Just two weeks – two weeks of me fucking yo – me fucking and wanting to mate, breed.” His voice was growing ragged and he was losing his consciousness the longer he sat there explaining himself. You were wide open for him to snatch and ravish and he wasn’t happy with just talking, he wanted to be fucking and filling you up.

“Oh – huh w-wait, breed as in children? You want to have a family?” you asked with a bit of hope and fear in your voice. You and Eonwe had been together for five years and you were patiently waiting for him to advance with marriage and perhaps children. If this was his way of indirectly stating that he wanted, then you’d be happy to oblige.

“W-Well not exactly – err yes, in a sense but not as well…it’s just my body’s natural urge, to breed you in hopes of conceiving.”

Twiddling with your thumbs as the conversation diminished, you found yourself being turned on by the idea of being bred until you had conceived. The thought prompted you to nervously cast your eyes on Eonwe’s figure hoping that he was able to read the signs you conveyed, and he did. Your pheromones were a beacon to his following movements and mixed with your arousal was the unmistakable scent of another male. His chest reverberated with a growl of dissatisfaction and possessiveness. Eonwe’s possessiveness wanted him to not just bred you for the sake of breeding, but to erase the scent of the other male, so they would know their place.

Staring at you with slithered eyes, from where you stood his eyes appeared predatory as if he was planning his next move with precision and accuracy. Your question pushed his mind into convincing him that you wanted to mate, you wanted him to breed you till you were filled with his cum until you couldn’t take anymore. Feeling himself grow in excitement, he flew off the furniture and landed with grace, keeping his wings expanded as an act of his mating ritual – to make himself appear bigger and charming to lure you into him. Stepping out of the shadows and stalking over to you, your gasp reached his ear knowing that his little mate was impressed with his physique and features. Following up, the faint scent of your arousal was waffling through the air the longer you stared at his naked form.

Eonwe stood taller and stockier than previously, and his feathers glistened in the light. Shining in hues of silver, starting with white at the edges and growing darker as they neared his spine, they were puffier and larger. He appeared to your eyes as a feral wild bird – his tamed and well-kept hair was bed-ragged, and his electric eyes were a raging storm. His breathing was heavy-burdened and laborious as little fragments of Eonwe were still holding back from scaring you. Your eyes roamed his body in exquisite delight, taking in the changes in the noticeable aspects you were familiar with, except his cock. It dangled between his leg as if it were a third leg and his balls were heavy and filled with his seed. You had never seen his cock before so you couldn’t give a before and after comparison but all you knew was that it must have grown in size with his urge to mate.

“Have I impressed you mate of mine?” his voice pulled your eyes away from his cock with an obvious smirk at the edges.

“Hmph.”

Stepping closer, he was able to breathe in your arousal as it permeated the air; it was sweet and rich with want and need to be bred to perfection. Your womb was calling out to him to fill you up until you couldn’t move, to milk his cock and empty him for all that he was worth and Eonwe was more than happy to oblige. If his mate wanted his seed, he’d give it. Lifting a hand to brush your hair away from your neck, he felt the heat radiating from your body and the little trembles. He wanted to lean in and taste your skin, but he still had some control over what little remnants of his consciousness remained. He wanted to hear you give the order that he could have you to himself.

“Do you like the nest I made for us?” his eyes darted over to the makeshift bed he was planning to mate with you on.

“Nest?” at your reply, you saw how his wings deflated at the tone of voice you used. It was as if you had rejected his offer to mate with him, which was exactly what he presumed.

“I-It reminds me of the forts we would build during storms. I like it.” Giving a little chuckle that signifies you found it cute to get him to smile, his response was a series of light chirping and the flutter of his wings. You had never heard him chirp before, this was new from him, and you were guessing that it only came out during heat.

Returning your gaze onto him to already meet his eyes boring into your body, roaming over every covered hip and dip, you continued to gaze at his cock. It appeared painfully hard and in need of being put out of misery and you knew he was going to fuck you with it. You were hoping that it would fit because it looked far bigger than what you knew the size of the male genitals should appear like. Sizing it up, your insides were stirring and tickling at the idea of his cock being nestled deep within your womb, filling you up with his seed. The little fuzzy sensation growing between your legs urged you to shift on your feet to subdue the pain and it was your actions that caught Eonwe’s eyes along with the rise in arousal.

“I’m going to mate with you now…” you could hear the lighter tone of voice telling you that Eonwe was still around and fighting to prevent going feral on you, but it was what you would want.

Still fighting with his inner self, it won for a moment and caused Eonwe to waste no time in lifting his hands to the front of your dress and tearing it perfectly in half, shredding the garment. His hands eagerly tore the rest of your body as he struggled to remove it and wandered to the waistband of your underwear and did the same. Flinging the flimsy material across the room and complaining about the unnecessary need for clothes when you’re in his presence, his arms came from under and threw you over his shoulder as he strolled over to the bed. Dropping you onto the sheets, you realized that there were multiple mattresses resting on the joint sofas to make your coupling more pleasurable and comfortable. Your body bounced in great delight before Eonwe snatched your legs and tugged you down to the edge, knocking the wind out your chest before pushing your legs wide apart.

His movements were animalistic and feral, there was no gentleness or affection behind his touch, it was all with the urge to breed. Pushing your legs wide apart and into your chest, he was calculating how to go about his next moves. He could tell you were unblemished as he stared at your soft and delightful pink petals and diving in would bring you great pain given his new size. Holding your legs and pushing them further into your chest, you scrambled to find your grip in the sheets as he lifted your lower body into the air to meet his hot tongue. Squeals erupted from your lips as his warm tongue lapped up your essences like a thirsty dog drinking water for the first time in years. His tongue ran up and down your cunt, pressing long flicks into your clit to get you to produce more juices for him to consume. Eonwe’s face was buried in your cunt and stained with your arousal across his cheeks and chin.

He was wordlessly devouring your cunt, switching between long flicks to short rapid-paced flicks that made you convulsed in his hold. Your eyes rolled back into your head when his pacing changed dramatically. His tongue danced around your clit, his mouth clapped down on the entire bud and gave it the suck of a lifetime as though it were a pacifier. Shaking his head left and right and sucking away, you could openly testify and say that this was the best oral you were to ever receive in your life. His tongue was sending you into a frenzy and he was eating it up. All the noises you made, urged your mate to continue pleasuring you as he was. That was his second major concern, being able to satisfy you beyond your wildest dream.

“Ah, Eonwe – ngghh – fuck.” Your squeals were cut off when his lips released your clit and dragged themselves lower to dip his tongue into your entrance to collect all the juices you had stored in you still. He was going to drain you dry.

Hardening his tongue, he thrust the wet muscle into your cunt with vigour, wiggling it around once it was buried to listen to your gasps and cries of his name. The more sounds you made, the heavier his balls became with seed to breed you. It was becoming painfully heavy, and he had to release at least thrice before there was some sense of relief, but you came first, he had to deal with your situation at hand so you could take him with ease. Calculating his sequence of actions, he pushed his face even deeper into your cunt, taking in your scent and growling and grunting against it – you didn’t smell like anyone else. He was rutting his hips into the bed as his mouth was busy with sucking the life out of you, desperate the gain satisfaction, but he knew it was incomparable to the warmth his mate’s cunt would provide.

Images of his cock sinking into your tight, cunt and filling your womb until your child-bearing hips were widened to accommodate his child flashed vividly across his mind. All he wanted to breed you till you gave him a child; it was all his feral bird brain was chanting for him to achieve – not to let you leave his bed until he was sure you were caring his child. You were completely lost in ecstasy to understand the full purpose of his actions; it wasn’t to relieve his pain, but Eonwe would let your thoughts run wild until he was pounding away into your womb.

Feeling the fire in the pit of your abdomen growing wildly and spreading across your body, consuming you until nothing was left, Eonwe refused to let up his actions and tongue-fucked you through your orgasm and into another one, sending you into oversensitivity. Your legs were fighting in his grip to break free, but his grasp was firm and left floral indents on the fat of your thighs. Your back had bowed off the bed multiple times, and you were surprised that it wasn't broken from the onslaughter your feral lover was gifting you. No amount of cries of his name or pleas for him to ease up was enough to get him to pull away, he was doing so when he believed enough was enough.

Listening to the disgustingly pleasant sounds of him eating away at your cunt, you heard the unmistakable flaps of his wings as they stretched out, his plumes glistening in the golden sunset and casting a shadow over you. It stayed outstretched, trembling and fluttering as ripples of iridescent silver and gold danced across his large feathers. You were confused by what had taken place that would cause that reaction and your curiosity was rewarded when Eonwe finally decided to release your cunt from the restraints of his mouth and stood to tower above. Standing at the foot of the bed, his chest heaved as your juices dripped from his chin and fell onto the bed. A quick lick of his lips and his tongue lapped up all your juices, refusing to waste a drop. Panting just as tiredly as him, your eyes trailed lower and lower until you saw a white creamy substance coating his cock – he came while eating you out. Having a moment of revelation as you observed the condition of his cock, you became aware of what caused his wings to react the way they had.

Forcibly lifting your body off the bed to meet him, he crawled onto the bed and pushed you down with a firm shove, keeping his hand resting on your chest and growling. You thought he was threatening you, but his mating instincts assumed you were about to leave the nest he built for you both. He wasn’t fond of you leaving when he hadn’t even started.

“You’re not going anywhere until I say you can,” his electric blue eyes that you adore gazing into were gone and all that bored into yours were the depths of thunderous storms, “and we’re far from finished little dove. Your cunt needs to be filled with my seed.”

Running his hand down your chest to rest on your hips, he dug his fingers into them and flipped you over to lie on your stomach repositioning his hand on your back to keep you still. From where you lay, you could see the golden sunset casting its streaks of orange and golden rays across the sky and some filtering through the opened window to illuminate the spacious room. Those that fell into the room landed on your lover who towered behind you with his wingspan extended, enacting some sign of dominance, but to you it made him appear angelic – like some transcendent being. The shadow cast from his wings fell perfectly onto your figure and gave the impression of you have shadowed wings, compared to his light-coloured one.

As his hands press into your back, pushing you into the mattress, Eonwe raked his other hand from your waist down to your calves, running his nails that were practically talons across your skin. He was careful to not scratch you or draw blood because it was the last thing he wanted to do to his mate during his heat. Dragging his talons across your skin and watching with slanted eyes how you squirmed under his touch, he brought his left hand up to graze his nails over your heat. Just brushing the tip of his nails against your cunt made your body jerk in under his restraints from oversensitivity. Bringing a finger to your entrance, he retracted his nails as they dipped past your folds and slipped into your cunt, pushing his thick calloused finger deeper with every squeal you released. He didn’t thrust it or wiggle, he simply kept it there to bask in the pulsing sensation your walls emanated around his finger, using it as a tactic to make his balls grow even heavier than before to keep you in bed longer.

Once he was sure you were ready, ignoring the whimpering you released, he climbed onto the bed and sat between your legs with cock in hand and ran it up and down your folds. He was furiously biting his lips hard enough to draw blood and did when he leaned down to press his weight atop yours and sunk you into the mattress. His larger and much bulkier body lay atop yours, breathing in your scent as his nose nuzzled your neck and left bite marks across your skin. You had dropped your head into the mattress to suppress a moan when his hips shifted and his bulbous cock rubbed against your cunt, but Eonwe was quicker. He refused to let you hide your sounds of pleasure from him and bound a hand into your hair, tangling your strands into a chaotic bunch and tugging your head upwards for you to release your melodious mewls.

“Why hide your pretty noises from me dove? Don’t you know your mate wants to hear them? I want you to sing for me dove…loudly. Let everyone know that your mate was taking care of you well.” Whispering his seductive words into your ear, Eonwe’s other hand had wedged itself between you both to slip his cock into your soaked cunt.

The heavy silence echoed throughout the room as you both held your breaths when his cock slipped past your tight muscles, breaching your walls and opening you up further and further the more his cock travelled deeper. Your cunt contracted and relaxed around him in an attempt to adjust to his massive size, but no matter how much your walls fluttered around him, his cock was just overly large for your virgin cunt to handle. Eonwe wasn’t even completely buried, just a few inches in and your cunt was already stuffed, should he push the rest of himself in, he’d tear you in half, and he was desperate to completely fit. Clutching your hips and digging his talons into your flesh as he ground his teeth from the fluttering of your walls and twitching of your hips, Eonwe resounded a deep growl from his chest and it echoed off the walls, stopping you in your tracks.

His wings were constantly flapping as they felt the immense pleasure he was experiencing and slightly lifted his body off the bed causing his cock to slide out your heat. The loud whine that was emitted from your throat at the loss of his warmth made Eonwe’s hands scramble to pull your body off the bed to swallow his cock once more. He knelt behind you with your ass propped in the air by his hands and your upper half planted into the mattress face down. Biting back a hiss as he dragged his hips back to watch how your lips gripped his cock, Eonwe never thought that he would be blessed with such a magnificent sight. You were greedily sucking his cock and refusing to let him go which made perfect sense, your cunt recognized that it was your mate fucking you and wanted him to remain buried in your womb to give you his seed.

Laying there with tears slipping from your eyes, the burn from the stretch was too much for you to handle but it was delicious when his tip pressed against your soft spot. Your nails were digging into the sheets, clawing at the material without a care in the world on whether it ripped or not, right now you were being fucked good by a god. The rutting of his hips against yours as his cock finally drove its full length into your heat and wiggling it to push it deeper made you see the universe. The Lady Varda’s creation was more visible than ever for the first time as he drove into you like a mad man. With every slap of his hips against yours, you lurched forward only for him to pull you back onto his cock.

“Running from me dove, you should know better than to run from your mate. You can't run from my cock, you're going to take all that I'm giving.” His fried bird brain was reading everything out of portion and believing that you couldn’t take his thrusts – it was far from that. His thrusts were rearranging your insides and turning them into jelly. You weren’t sure if your guts would be intact when he was through with you.

The pita-patter of his heavy balls slapping against your clit as his cock drove and nudged its way against your walls had your eyes crossing. The mewls and cries of his name as his pounding increased were all motivation, ensuring him that he was pleasuring his mate well and that you wanted to be bred. The sounds of the sheet tearing beneath your nails fell deaf on his ears as the only sounds he was concerned with was your cries and his cock slipping in and out of your slippery cunt. The beautiful ring of cream had already formed at the base of his cock, and he made the pleasurable mistake off looking down to where you were connected and noticed it.

The sight was heavenly, and it made his hips stutter and twitch before you felt the first delivery of his cum flooding your walls. The volume of cum he released along with the sheer size of his cock sent you into a frenzy and your body spasmed around his length, clit untouched, and climaxed. Your own release mixed with his and coated his cock in white and a glistening glaze while your cunt was coated in his cum that spewed from your hole as his cock continued to drive in and out your cunt. How was he still hard?

“E-Eonwe, y-you’re still hard…ahh.” Your words were cut off by the harsh slap of his hips, making you collapse onto the bed and plant your face in the mattress.

“We'll finish when I say we can finish, and you’re not leaving until you're carrying my child,” he growled into your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

Before you had a chance to respond to his obscenely filthy words, he gripped your neck and pushed it into the sheets as he laid his entire body on yours and resumed dicking you down. He was going to sloppy fuck you into the nest he made until you were both rolling around in your essences and sweat. His goal was to have you smelling like him to ward off any unnecessary males – you belonged to him.

Pounding away at your mushy walls, you felt the flex of his muscles in his thighs as his hips moved and heard the feral grunts in your ear as his lips hovered nearby. So close to the shell of your ear, his hot breath was scolding the tip of your ear as he rested his head atop yours. Nudging his nose into your head to sniff your natural aroma, his head rubbed against yours affectionately while marking you with his scent. The pants he’d release were harmonic and it prompted fresh flows of juices to flow which increased the indelicate squelching from his cock pumping into you. You couldn’t help but drop your head into one of the nearby pillows and bite into it as your moans increasing grew so that you were sure the entire vicinity was aware of what you and Eonwe were up to, however, Eonwe didn’t appreciate your actions.

Stopping his hips, you screamed into the pillow from where his cock nestled itself in your walls as he ceased his thrusting. His cock was heavy and pressed itself against your soft spot, grazing against it as his body moved to snatch the pillow and throw it on the other side of the bed. Instead of resuming his thrusts, his head dropped to push the hair on your back out the way so he could litter your skin in nibbles and kisses. It was the first time he was tasting your honeysuckle skin since the entire session, and he swore under his breath at his lack of attention and care. Your skin was delicious, far sweeter than the fresh nectar from flowers or honey from beehives. The crisp spring waters from heaven could not compare to the saccharine on your skin.

The sensation of his mouth on your skin was driving you insane and you couldn’t take it anymore. If only you were given some manual to warn you beforehand of all the substantial pleasure you were going to receive, you would have spent at least a week in preparation. You couldn’t even tell which round you were on given that he came quickly due to his urgent desire to breed and retained his hardness. Your lips were coated in a heavy residue of cum as it gushed from your hole as his hips regained their momentum.

“Eonwe, please don’t stop,” you squealed as his hand on your neck yanked your head upwards and arched it to meet his hungry glare. His lips came down to capture yours in a dirty, salacious kiss, swallowing your moans and lips in one go. Tongue pushed past your lip with ease as his hips pounded away, jolting your body forward. Your tongues battled against each other or more like Eonwe dominated your tongue easily and pried your mouth open to suck on the muscle. His other hand trailed to your grope your ass, squeezing the fatness and mapping out the exquisite flesh before bringing a hand down to slap it. Breaking the kiss to let you gasp for air from his incessant pounding and spanking, Eonwe kept your head tilted upwards and locked his eyes with your doe eyes – the little starry and distance look he observed swelled his pride as your mate, he was doing an excellent job.

“I’m not stopping anytime soon darling, not when your pussy feels so good. All mine. Gonna fuck you for hours, dove, till you fucking beg me to stop. Gonna fill you up till you give me a baby. Isn’t that so dove?” he breathed out.

“Uh-huh, yes, fuck a baby in me Eonwe, please. Please, fill me up, fill me fucking up.” You didn’t care how whiney you sounded at that point. All that mattered what that you were being fucked into oblivion by a god-like being, and you were being fuck to perfection. You’d whine all day in his ear if it meant being given what you desired, and it would seem that Eonwe’s heat was making your brain delirious because you’d never spout half of the filth that came tumbling out your mouth.

Flinging your free hands to grab the edge of the sofa as his hips placement became erratic and faster as another high was approaching him, his hands shifted off your body to grip your hands as he pounded you into the sheets. Your mouth was hanging open and chanting incomprehensible mumblings that made his movements increase. His mouth was still hovering above your head, and you were able to listen to every climatic sound he made, especially your name. He was chanting your name especially, and it made butterflies erupt in the pit of your stomach. Your name tumbled from his mouth like God’s nectar, heavenly and sinfully delightful.

“I know you’re close, I can feel you. Gonna cum all over my cock for me dove. Gonna let me stuff you up.” he groaned.

Whimpering like you were the one in heat, his name fell continuously from your lips like prayers as you felt the fire tumbling and coursing throughout your body as his poundings twitched and stuttered. His hips stilled and remaining balls deep inside your cunt, the moan angelic moan Eonwe released as his cum spilt past your walls and flooded your womb. Your eyes rolled back at the extra sensation and prompted you to tremble under his larger body, convulsing into the mattress as you felt his cock swell and widen your walls to form some sort of plug to prevent his cum from slipping out. The expanding of your muscles forced you to cry out in pain which gained Eonwe’s attention and moved him to provide comfort to his mate.

“Shh, I know, I know dove, it hurts and I’m sorry – but it’s to ensure my seed remains.” He spoke tenderly as he nuzzled his face against yours, brushing his lips along your jaw and littering kisses into the flesh with some nibbles to distract you from the still swelling of his cock. Proportionally to his swelling, you could still feel ropes of his cum being dispelled into your womb, giving your lower abdomen a chubby punch.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Eonwe…” you cried in distress.

He hated seeing you in pain because he knew that his swelling wasn’t going to reduce anytime soon, thus you were going to be uncomfortable for a long while. Releasing his hold on your hands, he wrapped them around your waist and rolled over so you could both lie on your sides comfortably. Keeping his hands on your waist firmly, he grounded his hips into yours, grinding his cock to assist with reducing the burning pain where his cock was swollen. It was the most he could do while stroking your hair and whispering sweet nothings into your ear to calm your erratic breathing. You were too distressed, and it was fretting him.

“It’ll go away soon, the pain would stop soon dove, it’s only short.” He attempted to soothe you and himself because it was the first time he laid with anyone, so he wasn’t exactly sure how his heat was to occur.

Tracing patterns into your skin, his fingers danced intricately along your arms and travelled to your lower abdomen where his cock and cum were nestled. Running his fingers lightly across the bulging skin, an ears-splitting grin could not help but stretch across his face at the volume of his seed lodged within your womb, the chances of you bearing his child were even higher. He knew that his heat was far from finished and if he were to keep up his heavy flow of release, he was for certain that you would conceive at the end. His excitement couldn't help but draw chirping from his throat as he revelled in the endless possibilities.

“What has you so happy?” you inquired.

Not wanting to reveal the fact unto you yet, Eonwe opted to hum and give a nonchalant reply, “Nothing really, just pleased that I’ve finally engaged with you after many years.” And he was not lying about that. It was no dream of his to mate with you for the five years you’ve been courting, and now that his dream became a reality, Eonwe wasn’t ready to wake up for it yet. He desired to have more and more until his body crumpled and gave out.

“I love you.” It was spoken by you both before Eonwe watched as you shifted within his arms to fall asleep – he was content.

Before the night was over, Eonwe had dragged the bed closer to the window so he could press your body against the glass and spread you open to his liking. With ease, he was able to lift you up and down his cock with your back against his chest and your thighs resting in the crook of his elbows. Lips attached to your skin and violating it in a series of violent purple bruised appeared most beautiful artwork on your skin in Eonwe’s eyes. The bulge your stomach held was impossible to miss from the incessant volume of cum Eonwe’s body was able to produce.

You had passed out from the back-to-back fucking as his heat came on hotter during the night and demanded him to go for hours. Unable to keep up, you had a blackout while he was still finishing up to find his release, only to awake to the feeling of a feathery touch dancing across your skin. It was Eonwe’s feathers encasing your body and his like a cocoon to protect you from the rest of the world – his form of protection during mating. You were now facing him head-on, guessing that he had turned you round after your most previous round if when you passed out was the previous round. His talons were curled away from your face as his knuckles stroked your cheek apologetically.

“I would seem that I have overdone it dove. Forgive me, I forgot that you couldn’t keep up.” he chuckled with tones of teasing underlying.

Blinking away the sleep and still hazy, the most you were able to mumble before returning to dreamland was, “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m glad that I was able to help.”

Feeling touched by your sentimental words, all Eonwe could do was hope that you won’t go running when you learned that today was just day one of sedating his heat and that he had six more days to go…of breeding you to perfection.

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