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“Shh..”, his voice came the again, now softly, nearly trying to sound comforting as his fingers climbed upon her soft cheek to sweep a blonde strand off of her fair features. “Do not cry, my darling”, he kissed her on the cheek, nuzzling the slightly damp skin slowly as his hips moved closer to hers and his free hand peeled her sleeping gown off the way.

“I want you to enjoy this, Celebrían… It will be good, no need for tears. I promise”, Orodreth muttered and kissed along her cheek again, before tilting his head to seal his lips upon hers firmly and passionately, one hand curling into her hair as the other one stroked his already stiff member.

His breaths became more deeper the more arosed he got. Hot excited breaths against her skin. And Orodreth moved closer, until his arousal touched her, rubbed against her beforehe guided it to the passage and pushed it into the heat.

The closer he came to her, the further Celebrian moved up the bed until her head was pressed against the headboard and already stinging from the pressure. Somewhere between revulsion and terror, she turned her head to the side to avoid looking at him. Perhaps, if she tried hard enough, she could pretend it was Elrond and it would not hurt, and if she imagined well, she could even enjoy it like he said and-

His kisses on her cheek made her stomach turn, and the instant his lips pressed against hers she thought she might vomit. Her hands turned into fists at her side and she longed to beat upon him, to fight against him and push him away - but surely if she tried he would only be more cruel.

Forcing her muscles to relax below her waist, reminding herself it would only be more painful if she did not, she felt his cock touch her and whimpered. Kill me, she thought. Kill me a let me not have to suffer him. When he finally thrust inside of her, she thought she was going to be split in two. The agony was almost unbearable and she let out a strangled cry as pain shot down her legs and up her back and into her stomach. She would feel him spread through her like a fire. Inside of her, she knew he was tearing her - whatever lubrication he now had was nothing more than the blood he had drawn.

“Kill me,” she cried hoarsely, terrified to move. Surely moving would only be more painful now. “Kill me, please.”