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~~~ The Long Road Home ~~~ The Archangel at the 5D Diamond Stargate welcomes you. He knows of your diamond God core, essence of your sacred heart. Roses preserve every souls natural perfumed aroma. They are Heavens beauty. In the matrix, they have thorns. May the thorns of your journey be tender and sweet so they don't hurt you and allow you to love and cherish all the roses who are your glorious brethrens. Note: Recently, I listened to one of my favorite Spiritual mentors give a beautiful example of the long and arduous road that has nothing beside it we all take. I fell in love with it and telepathically asked if I may write it in my style and share it. I was awakened at 3:10am and what echoed in my heart is, "The Long Road Home." I instinctively knew, this was to be the title to the road we all take that has nothing beside it. This particular Spiritual mentor said that you would end up in a field of pink roses. However, I want to end up in a meadow of gold roses because gold has been in my spiritual journey since awakening in the year 2001. I included purple roses in the piece because it is also a color of royalty and every single one of you are royalty. You can choose to write what color of roses you want to greet when you enter the Diamond portal for your eternal future. I pick gold along with a diamond kingdom, in which I wrote for my eternal future. You can write what you want your eternal future to be because you create your own reality. You also create your reality in the matrix. If you do not like the way your life is going in the matrix reality, you can rewrite it and create a better life that brings you joy. No matter what, the main thing is to love and forgive. Peace all you majestic souls of love and light!🕊🙏💞💞💞🕊 #thelongroadhome #5dconsciousness #diamondstargate #diamondstargate5d #theportaltohome #theportaltotruelove #diamondkingdom #theportaltounconditionallove #unconditionallove #spiritualmentors #spiritualchannel #spiritualchanneling #heavenandroses #goldroses #purpleroses #pinkroses🌷 #heavensrainbow #allcolors❤️💛💚💙💜❤️️ #areglorious #writeyourstory #writeyoureternalfuture #youcrreateyourreality #loveandforgive https://www.instagram.com/p/CjBwYo1vhct/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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October 19th 🔥

Harvest

So, this one I do not dare dedicate to anyone for it is - once again - a very NSFW one. Part of me hopes nobody will find it...haha

Either way, special shoutout to the beautiful Halenthir fics that were in this year's TRSB and that are generally written for this amazing pairing.

(This is a crossover with the Kinktober calendar "Praise Kink & Squirting", so please be advised!)

Words: 966 (oh sorry...I...did not mean to!)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral sex (m on f)...nudity and such things

“You’re doing it wrong!”

Haleth’s words echoed in Caranthir’s mind even as he followed her into her bed-chamber; she was not a shy woman by any account, and he almost envied her for the confidence with which she tore off her sodden garments and tossed them into a rudimentary basket by the bed. 

It had been his idea to help her harvest what her people needed to survive the winter but her criticism, gentle and accompanied by a merry guffaw, had made him regret his offer of assistance bitterly.

“Come Elf-lord,” she now chuckled, “you have dirtied your fine clothes, allow me to wash them for you and offer you sustenance as a meagre tribute for your invaluable help.”

“Invaluable,” he scoffed, hating how petulant he sounded, and toyed with the hem of his tunic; unlike Haleth, Caranthir was not in the habit of stripping naked in front of other people, and he felt strangely embarrassed.

“I’ve seen naked men,” Haleth grinned, “and your kind is famed for the singular beauty of its people. I’ll be the judge of that.”

“As you’re the judge of everything,” he muttered and shrugged out of his overcoat clumsily.

“What is it?” she asked gently, finally catching on to his discomfort. “I spoke in jest, Lord, I am merely offering comfort and clean garments. It does not matter what you look like underneath them.”

For a moment, she wondered if elves were even built similarly to her own people and – despite herself – she felt a surge of curiosity.

When he did not continue undressing, she walked over and took hold of the bottom of his tunic, seeking his gaze before she tugged it off him with a gentler touch than either one of them had expected.

“By the stars,” she sighed upon seeing the smooth, white skin covered in tiny freckles and beauty marks of varying sizes, “you truly areglorious.”

She then picked up a clean cloth and – dipping it into a bowl of cold water – started wiping it across his skin haphazardly; her fingers were clawed around the rag and dragged along his skin with every movement which made her smile to herself contentedly.

“Am I?” Caranthir breathed softly, feeling himself relax into the warmth of her words.

“You are gorgeous,” she agreed with a broad grin, “and I am mortified to have abused an instrument so fine and delicate for a work so coarse and unrefined.” Whispering another slew of praising words, she pulled herself up by his shoulders and pressed a wild kiss onto his tight-lipped mouth.

With a small moan, Caranthir surged forward, pushing her back against the bed until she fell backwards onto the hard straw. As his fingers, long and skilful, brushed against her skin, she opened like a flower under the blandishments of the summer sun for him, eager to bask in his unexpectedly tender attentions.

“May I?” he asked in a strangled voice. “May I prove to you that I am apt at harvesting the most elusive and precious of treasures?”

Stammering her assent, Haleth pushed herself up on her elbows to watch that usually so stern mouth wandering over her body slowly; heat and moisture gathered between her thighs and – as this sharp tongue dove into her – she let loose a strangled cry of surprise and delight.

“Tell me again,” he pleaded against her heated, thrumming flesh; it came as a surprise to him that her words of admiration and worship made his blood heat up, but he could not help pursuing this new-found pleasure recklessly.

She was indeed not a reticent woman – as he had suspected all along – and everywhere his slender fingers alighted, they found golden heat that made her sing like his brother’s most precious harps; Caranthir soon felt positively inebriated with the pleasure – intellectual as much as physical – thundering through his veins and setting his heart ablaze. He was doing well and she was pleased beyond rational thought and intelligible speech with him. 

“Again,” he rasped as his fingers slipped into her to explore how far they dared go.

Between throaty moans and inarticulate exclamations, Haleth heaped praise upon him as he lapped and nipped at her most intimate parts with growing fervour, positively humming with glee as his mouth and hands all but flew across her flesh, venturing brazenly into secret passages not to miss a single inch of it.

The only world she had ever known was hurled into the sun and her back arched impossibly as she melted into a puddle of hot wax under his relentless ministrations.

When she met his gaze over the shaking flesh of her stomach and thighs, his eyes were alight with pride and burning desire, and his face and hands were covered in the remnants of her former, liquid self.

“A good harvest?” she asked breathlessly, sitting up laboriously to brush a strand of his silken hair from that otherworldly face.

“The best,” he whispered and crawled over her to share the spoils of his work with her in a carnal reimbursement of her mundane generosity concerning the more literal produce she’d kindly share with him and his people. “It shall keep me warm and fed all winter.”

The sharp smile of triumph tugging at his swollen lips would have done his father proud, but he couldn’t see it himself and Haleth could not think of any other person than the Elven Lord hovering over her still-open thighs. 

Pushing up her twitching hips toward him, she allowed herself a yearning moan and hoped that he’d understand the invitation to fill her again for the cold was nigh, rapping icy knuckles against the shutters, and she was eager to be shielded by that wondrous body she had only just discovered and already didn’t want to ever let go.

@fellowshipofthefics here's another smut one from me.

Lots of love from me! As always, I did not mean any harm! Please take care of yourselves!

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