Baking Bread Since before the rooster crowed the first time Maeglin was working the belows. Eöl twice had reminded him to work quicker since he wanted to be finished with the swords that he was creating for the Naugrim. Besides the kitchen maid and the stable boy all elves including Aredhel had gone into the forest to harvest berries and other fruits of wild for the coming winter months. It now was close to midday and Maeglin felt a little hungry. His concentration was long gone and he had started to day dream during this monotonic work. Eöl swung still his hammer with a power that showed no signs of fatigue. Without taking his eyes from the glowing iron he addressed his fully grown son "Go to the kitchen and get yourself something to eat. I will keep on working until all is done." Maeglin was more than pleased to leave. He simply nodded and put the tongs he was holding aside. He threw his apron over the work bench and left his heavy leather gauntlets on top. Happily he exited the forge and at the well he washed his hands and splashed water into his face to get the soot off. He liked the silence of the dwelling, when it was so empty. Maeglin entered the cottage that housed the main kitchen. To his surprise he was not alone. The young kitchenmaid stood at the long table kneading the bread dough for the dinner. "My Lord Maeglin the midday meal is not ready yet!" She stood straight and looked at him. Her hair was put together in a long braid. "I will wait." He flung himself onto the bench behind her and watched her move while kneading. In a special rhythm her whole body seemed to be working the dough. A smile formed on his lips as he imagined her small hands kneading the sore muscles of his shoulders and back after a long work day at the forge. He knew he would need to remind her to do that sooner or later. The thought aroused him. He got up and walked up to her. Standing behind the maid, he could watch her better. "Is it not right, what I do?" the maid worried. Maeglin shook his head and towering in his mighty size behind her, his breath brushed over her skin. The maid shivered as the warm air from his mouth touched her. This did not escape Maeglin's eyes. He placed suddenly a soft kiss on her neck. The maid stopped her work. "Continue to work!" He ordered as he put his hands around her slim waist. Maeglin now bathed with his tongue that little skin that her blouse exposed. From behind he gently started to unlace the front of the blouse. "Maeglin..!" The maid wanted to protest but he softly laid his finger to close her lips to make her quiet. "Sh, no need to talk now." And she inhaled deeply as the sides of her blouse opened and her breasts slid free. As he placed little kisses and bites down her neck, his hands cupped her small but firm breasts and with his thumbs he stroke her nipples. He felt them hardening as he began to twist them. The maid could feel his arousal pressing hard against her back and wanted to turn around to face him, to wrap her arms around him. "Keep on kneading the bread." He ordered whispering while licking seductively from her earlobe all the way to the pointy tip. The maid did as he ordered, but failed as Maeglin's right hand left her breast and brushed down her body to her thighs. The ellon lifted the many layers of her skirt and drew circles and lines over the front of her thigh with his fingers. Her breathing became faster and this encouraged him to move his hand higher. He softly pulled and pet the little curly hair between her legs. He pressed his body against her back to make her feel how his desire for her grew. Still giving her little kisses with his slightly opened lips his left hand twisted and rubbed her nipples, while his right slowly stroke her folds, trying to divide them to find her most secretly hidden pearl of pleasure. The elleth opened her legs to let him caress her more, pushing her back against him. Maeglin moved his hand from her breast to untie his breeches and push them down his legs, rubbing his fully aroused elfhood against her back. He spread her legs a little more and pushed her thigh up, so her knee would be resting on the table, where she still tried once in a while to knead the dough. His fingers softly circled her button and he let them travel to her opening, teasing her even more. First he slowly pushed one finger into her to stretch her inside slightly but as the maid jumped a little and leaned forward over the table he moved first a second and then his third finger into her, slowly rotating them against the ripped walls of her inside. The maids breathing came more intense as his other hand now traveled to her button to rub it while his other fingers entered and left her body in a smooth rhythm. "Do you think my lunch is ready?" Maeglin purred into her ear. "Yes, my lord, very ready!" the maid answered breathless just before Maeglin felt her body holding his fingers pulsating tight. Her hands dug deep into the dough, squeezing it with all strength that she had. She was shaking all over and a little scream escaped her throat. Maeglin pushed her upper body softly further down and lifted her buttocks. He let her keep one leg on the ground, the other kneeled on the table. He straddled her from behind. She was wet and welcoming as he just let his elfhood rest at her entrance. Her body strained against his, pushing her back towards his as only the swollen head of his arousal entered her. "More, my lord!" the maid groaned scratching her fingernails over the wood of the table. His mouth still roved over her neck and ear. She tried urgently to press her back against him. He slowly began to advance. "Please more, my lord!" She cried out. Maeglin smiled as he finally thrust deep into her, hearing her gasp at this new and big sensation. She pushed her back further back encouraging Maeglin to again and again lengthening his strokes, to thrust deep into her. She impatiently threw her body against his to make him take her harder and faster. Her screams filled the small room and with their eager movements more and more flour was rocked off the table, covering Maeglin's boots. He felt her juices flowing down his shaft as she tightened around him and climaxed again. Biting her harder now he continued to thrust into her. Shoving her over the table he cried out as he spent himself within her. Gasping for air they fell over the bread dough. As Maeglin recovered he looked at the light outside of the window and he suddenly knew he had to rush back to the forge. He quickly withdrew himself and kissed her cheek. The maid straightened her skirt and busily tied the laces of her blouse, acting as if nothing had happened. Maeglin left running for the forge. He grabbed his apron and his gauntlets and hurried to the bellows. Eöl looked at him and gazed over the flour on Maeglin's boots. A strange smile played on his lips as he stated "You are still a messy eater."
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