<b>Allassiel didn't notice the silence from Thorgan, not at first, lost as she was in memories as she explained how elves viewed love and sex. She knew that they tended to do things much differently – she'd witnessed their own rituals for finding and securing a mate. She shook her head, not fully understanding. <i>They do live such brief lives. But had even not Ellesar not waited for Arwen? </i>The debate went on in her head, back and forth. <i>But Ellesar had been granted a much longer span of life than most, being the heir of Isildur and of Numenorean blood. </i></b><br/><br/><b>She was still debating this in her head when the reached the porch to the elven palace that had been granted to Thorgan and his father for their use. Waiting for him to open the door, she noticed his silence. “It is hard to explain, I think,” she offered, “when to do so would take a lifetime of men.” </b><br/><br/><br/><b>As Pegawen returned the kiss, she felt him tense. There was a sharp, brief pain when he forced his way past the thin barrier, followed by a dull throb that had her clenching against his cock in protest. As he continued to thrust, the ache gave way to a new set of sensations, each building on the one before as her pussy opened to welcome him inside. She couldn't imagine it would have been this way with any other hir and, as she buried her face against his shoulder, the feelings making even thought impossible, she was glad she'd waited. </b>