Written for the “Sweet” challenge at Tolkien_weekly.
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At first, she thought this a strange sort of love-making. His shaggy head bowed, he straddled her like a beast and thrust from behind. The hard muscles of his thighs pressing against her, the tickle of the curly black hair, and then the slow ache of fullness that made her sweat in anticipation. The heavy dance began slowly then quickened. As he thrust in full, he caught the nape of her neck in his teeth. When both were sated, he lay on her breast and licked the salt from her skin. “Honey,” he called her, the words a sleepy growl.