Gwaeth Aer (Holy Bond)
In silence they shared the tender diminishment of ecstasy as it settled
into infinite contentment, listening to their hearts slow to synchrony
and their breathing ease from rapid gulps to easy respiration. Long
they lay thus, drifting in the renewed unity of their spirits as the
logs in the grate were consumed to glowing incandescent coals.
Then Legolas stirred and propped himself up to gaze upon his mate,
admiring the Noldo's features highlighted in the dancing gleam of
orange light. It still amazed him that so desirable and noble an elf
would choose him to love.
"Alae, Berenaur! Gwethim!" [Behold, Berenaur! We are bound!] he spoke
softly, eyes shining with joy to see a smile spread over the advisor's
features.
"Aye, gwethim," the seneschal responded in kind and reached up to trail
his fingers across the archer's refined jaw. The memory of their first
binding was now his to own, too, and he was lost in contemplation of
all they had endured to reach this place in time. "And I would have it
known." Erestor sat up and grasped his mate's hands in his. "Legolas, I
have something. I know we have not discussed it before now, yet the
time seems right. Fearfaron gifted me a ring and…"
"Ai!" Legolas sat too, half laughing in anticipation and half pouting
in disappointment. "You are stealing my great moment!" he mourned.
"What?"
"Valar, I have been practising what to say, in my mind, for hours, and
now you are speaking your troth first."
"You have? Eru's arse, the carpenter ordered me to get a ring on your
hand or face his and the wizard's justified wrath."
"And to me he said I must formalise my claim for the sake of propriety
and your esteemed reputation."
That brought a loud snort of laughter from the randy seneschal and the
wild forest prince both.
"Well then, since my honour is at stake, show me your token. Proudly
will I bear it, Pen-rhovan," urged Erestor, easily discerning how eager
was his lover to be the first to give their bond the correct symbol of
recognition. He found his spirit fighting against the bounds of his
being, longing for union with Legolas, and believed he was more
impatient than his mate for this final boundary to be crossed, an
exchange of a more concrete composition designed so that any among the
various free peoples could never doubt the status of their affinity.
Erestor watched in delighted suspense as Legolas crawled over to the
pile of discarded clothing and began hurriedly rifling through them,
his lithesome body an inviting presentation of supple, sensuous grace.
When Legolas returned he was glowing brighter than the embers, flushed
with excitement over the momentous event so that Erestor could not help
catching him close and kissing him ardently. Again his heart welled
with exuberant pride and possessive desire as lean arms closed around
his neck and the hard small peaks of erect nipples pressed into his
chest. He ended the osculation reluctantly, already imagining a second
round of intimate exercise, this time in the kitchen.
Legolas sat back on his heels and rested his hands, one clutching the
ring, on his thighs and vainly willed his awakening penis to settle
down.
Ah well, as long as Berenaur is up for it, why
not? He took a breath, allowing his knees to part a bit more,
exposing a tempting glimpse of his arousal for his mate's enjoyment. He
felt his heart racing as Berenaur's eyes strained to see more and the
seneschal's hand darted out to try and pry the legs wide. Laughing,
Legolas slapped it away and met his beloved's sheepish gaze with a
gentle smile. Another breath, time enough to compose his nerves, and he
began.
"Berenaur, I have given you my heart and accepted yours in return.
Those I count as family know the truth of my pledge, Tawar has adopted
you as a silvan in spirit, and Iluvatar has borne witness to our union,
feä and hroa. Now I would give you a proper symbol of our
espousal. This ring belonged to my Minya'dar, and to you I offer it as
the sign of our eternal bond." With these simple words Legolas held out
his hand with the golden band upon it and waited with pounding pulse
the half second it took for his mate to snatch it up.
"Ulmo's Balls! How did you get such an heirloom? Thranduil will never
approve you giving it to me and if you stole it we shall both pay a
steep penalty to the Wood Elves' King." Erestor sputtered out,
examining the heavy band carefully. He turned to see the inscription
and smiled, then realised Legolas had not answered and felt his stomach
lurch in panic.
What did I say? He could not
remember, so great was his surprise at the origin of the gift, but knew
he had not accepted the ring with much eloquence. He raised his eyes in
trepidation to search his lover's crestfallen countenance.
"Nae! (Alas!) I have spoiled everything! Forgive me, Pen-rhovan!" he
cried but Legolas turned his face away with a half-shrug. Erestor
feared to force the archer to meet his gaze, having no wish to behold
the deep hurt he was certain would cloud the indigo irises. "Valar, I
am a fool and you should grant me a new name: Lam Blabel (Flapping
Tongue)." This earned an involuntary snort of a giggle from Pen-rhovan
and Erestor silently and fervently thanked Eru for such a mercy.
"Let me rephrase those ill-chosen words: I am honoured to be graced
with such a worthy token and will wear it with a glad heart and a
singing soul," he corrected himself and hoped this would do, waiting
with pounding pulse the half second it took for Legolas to transform
into a beaming, energetic wood-sprite who threw himself upon his
bond-mate with undisguised glee.
"You fill me with joy," he whispered in provocative tones and let the
wet crown of his cock paint a smear on his lover's thigh, "as I wish to
fill you," and then sat back. "Let us see if it fits properly."
Erestor stared a few seconds in undisguised lechery at the boldly
irreverent double entendre, mouth curving into an anticipatory leer,
then held up his right index finger and slowly slipped the band on. He
was both surprised and pleased for it fit as though made for him alone.
The Noldo demanded another long kiss and fondled his lover's distended
shaft, making sure the ring touched upon the sensitive skin of the hot
and sticky head. Legolas' spasm of desire ignited his own passion anew
and he quickly transferred his lips to the unblemished shoulder,
marking it with a sucking bite that made the wild elf groan. He was
thus unprepared to have the forest prince shove him off.
"What of my ring?" demanded Legolas petulantly, if a bit breathless.
"Am I not worthy of a token, too?"
It was said in a jesting note but Erestor knew the fears behind it were
serious. He chided himself silently for letting his libido
and
Pen-rhovan's misdirect his actions so.
"Aye, more so than I am," he assured as he got to his feet and moved to
the small table near the door in the floor.
Perhaps he strutted just a little to show off his overt erection,
hoping to tempt Legolas in equal measure. A sly glance back revealed
his lover so deeply enthralled that the silvan's hand was already
wrapped tightly around his cock, working it casually. Erestor yanked
open the single drawer and rifled the contents to grab up the simple
leather pouch containing the carpenter's gift. This recovered, he
hastily scrambled to sit before his mate, permitting Pen-rhovan a
closer view of the long, hard column of maroon flesh rising from
between his legs. An intense but short vision of plunging his aching
organ deeply down the wild elf's throat caused the seneschal's pulse to
drum out a wanton staccato he was sure Legolas could hear, also. He had
to close his eyes to compose himself.
"Pen-rhovan, I have waited for over two milennia to find you. Long have
I prayed to Varda and Manwë to send me a mate that belongs to my
soul alone. I would never have thought to find such a partner here in
these dismal, primitive woods," Erestor stopped, discerning how his
words sounded even as Legolas' brows arched in annoyance.
"Why not? Greenwood is neither dismal nor primitive but rather the
longest held elven realm in the most sacred of forests in all of Arda,"
he retorted, folding his arms before his chest.
"Nestegi! [Fuck!] That is not how I meant to say it. I mean that I
would have come to Greenwood sooner to claim you had I not been such an
incredibly prejudiced and thick-headed bore."
Legolas smiled and relaxed. "Go on, then," he encouraged.
"Aye. Eru has granted me my heart's desire at last: a soul-mate devoted
to me alone, a lover I would die to protect, my beloved for all time.
My kin would rejoice with me, could they meet you, and I doubt not
their feär sense the peace that your love has conferred upon me.
"I would have you wear a ring as testament to all this; a visible sign
that everyone will recognise and know that you belong only to me. Here
is the gift of Fearfaron: the binding ring of his first son,
Analdír. I offer it to you, his second son, if you will have
it." With that he took Legolas' hand and dropped upon the upturned palm
the fine golden circle.
"Elbereth." Legolas stared, shocked and speechless, and suddenly had to
fight down a huge sob so strong was his emotion over this simple symbol
of their love, the refined ore as precious and pure as the bond it
represented. He swallowed in an attempt to clear his tight throat
enough for words and with a shaking hand took up the band. He turned it
to see if there was any inscription and exhaled in relief to see the
single word "Uir" [Eternity], marvelling at the accord between the two
tokens as if the sentiment was not the most common one for bonded elves
to choose.
"I accept this with both a glad and a heavy heart," he said and put it
on. Given that this had graced the hand of Analdír, a tall and
sturdy spearman, the ring was slightly loose on the smaller, slender
archer's finger. Legolas frowned. "That is not a good sign," he
complained and lifted worried eyes to Berenaur.
"Valar, it is easily fixed. Or we may choose an entirely different ring
if you wish."
"Nay, I do not want to offend Fearfaron. We shall have to have it
reduced, I suppose." A deeper grimace contorted his features.
"What?" Erestor demanded, alarmed and disappointed that the mood was
disrupted and his gift was less than perfect.
"In Greenwood, I know of only one elf skilled in metal-working who
could fix it, and I do not trust him. The gold will have to be melted
and recast, you see, and Thranduil has a way of instilling sorcery to
molten metal. I do not wish my marriage ring to bind me to anything
other than your heart!"
"That settles it; we shall have to tell Fearfaron. I am certain he will
understand. I will not allow Thranduil to interfere between us nor give
him any further means to do you harm, and neither would the carpenter
stand for it. Just for now, remove the band and we will put it safely
away."
"I do not wish to do so. Once accepted, a bonding ring ought never to
part with its bearer except upon death." Gazing at the gleaming gold
around his finger, saddened in heart and soul, Legolas realised he must
do as the seneschal advised. With a sigh he tried to slide it
past his knuckle and nearly fell over in shock. The instant he touched
it, the metal shimmered and grew warm, shining with a light of its own,
and constricted around his finger, conforming to fit its circumference
perfectly.
"Valar!" Erestor sat up straighter and snatched Legolas' hand in both
of his. "What was that? Is this some kind of enchantment? Take it off!"
he cried in a panic.
"Are you absolutely certain this was Analdír's ring?" Legolas
asked shakily as Berenaur futilely fought to pull it from his finger.
"Thus Fearfaron assured me. Why will it not come loose? Legolas, I
meant it when I said I would have you bound to none but me!"
"Peace!" urged Legolas as reason reasserted itself. "Fearfaron would
not give anything to me that is dangerous. It may be that there is
magic in the ring, of a good sort, and I have just spoken the words
invoking it."
"What words?" Erestor ceased his ineffectual tugging upon the golden
band and met his lover's gaze with hesitant hope.
"I said that once accepted only death would allow its removal. Thus
shall it be. This is the binding ring of my soul to yours and never
shall it leave my body unless my feä and hroa are sundered."
Legolas smiled. "It is a good omen, for likewise never shall my heart
be separated from yours unless ill-fate stills it forever."
Now Erestor stared in awe for these words rang with the timbre of a
solemn vow, more potent than the rehearsed, though genuine, proposal
spoken earlier. He grabbed up the wild elf's hand and kissed the ring,
then bent low and reverently kissed the pounding heart beneath the
small scar of the soul-wound. Next he gathered Legolas close and held
him tight, not sure if he would burst into tears or song so strong was
the sense of gratitude surrounding his spirit.
Clasping the elf so tight against his chest, however, quickly enhanced
other sensations. Legolas' scent alone was intoxicating but combined
with the rigid evidence of Pen-rhovan's passionate desire it was an
aphrodisiac with but a single source of relief. Erestor growled and
impatiently brushed aside the heavy strands of felted locks concealing
a tantalising ear-tip. The soft red point peeked out from its shroud of
golden hair and the Noldo enclosed it in his lips, lapping the inflamed
pinnacle with his tongue while gently sucking. The cry from his lover
and the jerk of the solid erection pressed against his sent a lurid
surge of longing lancing through his veins. Erestor lightly nipped the
sensitive cartilage.
"Aye, Berenaur, so good," the archer sighed and leaned into the caress,
rocking his body closer to encourage the fiery friction their proximity
provided.
He could feel the soft hairs on the Noldo's abdomen as his penis
dragged against the seneschal's belly and groaned in nearly painful
desire as the tip of the engorged organ slipped into the shallow
depression of Berenaur's navel. In turn, his lover's salient shaft
mimicked the motion against his stomach, snagging at his silky track of
corn-silk and leaving a warm slick trail. He pushed harder and wailed
aloud when the tender attention to his ear ceased; he needed a deeper
hole and more thorough fondling. He longed to be stretched and filled
by the living instrument that so completely pleasured him. He hungered
to taste the piquant extrusion of Berenaur's seed.
"Saes," he exhaled, the sound more a moan than a word. "Let me spill
inside you."
"Ah, Pen-rhovan, I know not if I can resist," answered the Noldo's
tremulous voice. His mouth was too involved in sampling the archer's
throat to finish his thought, carefully tasting the heat rising from
the dark purple bruise that had required three days and four nights to
establish.
He pushed the pliant body down into the cushions again, although the
plush nest had become more a scattered heap of crushed and dampened
pillows and fur. Erestor felt Legolas shift beneath him and the contact
between the paired genitals was so intense he shouted and pumped hard
against the hot and sweaty flesh. The wild elf's thighs parted and then
one knee hooked over the seneschal's hip as he rutted. Erestor claimed
the archer's mouth and lavished the sweet, wet orifice with relentless,
possessive intrusions of his tongue, humming out a deep and lingering
call that arose from somewhere close to the centre of his soul. He felt
fingers comb through his hair and then the archer's gifted digits found
his ears and mercilessly plucked at the sensitive appendages.
Legolas was overwhelmed, torn between his longing to take his lover and
his need to provide whatever his heart-mate desired to ensure
fulfilment. He wriggled beneath the relentless rocking of the weighty
body and opened his legs in offering. The seneschal's dripping cock
slid into the crevice between his scrotum and his inner thigh and he
yelped as the delicate skin was pinched a bit in the frenzied movement.
Berenaur stilled instantly and pulled back, rolling to his side and
tenderly reaching down to cup the smooth sac.
"Forgive me; that was not supposed to hurt," he murmured in mortified
tones and plastered his lover's face with kisses, coddling the silky
pouch and its hidden cache of bounty, smiling as the combined actions
raised a soft giggle and a high cry of delight from the wild elf.
"It did not, oh Valar, you are…Ai!" Legolas twitched under the
seneschal's skilful fingers and reached for the virile root of the long
red rod jutting into his stomach. He squeezed and pumped, thrilling to
the low groan and avid thrusting this invoked from Berenaur. Abruptly
he sat up and escaped from his lover's hold, repositioning himself
closer to the object of his longing as he continued to work the hard
cock relentlessly. Now it was he who pushed the elder elf over and then
swooped down over the naked penis, bestowing a demure little lick right
across the weeping orifice. He chuckled in smug satisfaction over the
garbled call of his name as he wrapped his lips around the bulging head
and sucked.
"By the…Nestegi!…Oh Eru yes!" Berenaur emitted this disconnected
collection of shouted syllables, his strained voice brimming with
erotic impatience.
He placed a heavy, steadying hand on the crown of the archer's head and
moved within his lover's torrid mouth, mesmerised by the hollowed
cheeks, curled, honey-toned lashes casting shadows there as the ruby
lips encircled his florid flesh. Pen-rhovan's pink tongue made erratic
appearances along the length of the shaft as it drew the penis in and
out, and he purred in excitement as the organ entered and exited the
pleasing confinement.
Suddenly Legolas pulled off completely and sat back, grinning at the
disappointed groan his beloved released. "Stay right where you are," he
ordered. He got to his feet and walked away rapidly, glancing back to
ensure the Noldo lord obeyed.
"Why did you stop? Where are you going? If you wish to continue in the
kitchen then do not leave me behind!" whined Erestor, rising to his
elbows and staring in forlorn dismay at the lithesome archer's
retreating arse. He fought the urge to stimulate his penis manually,
imagining how it would feel, already slick with the wild elf's saliva,
sliding through his firm grip. He flopped back with a moan and
squirmed, snatching a corner of the cape and rubbing the fur across his
nipples to give his hands something else to do.
Legolas hurried for he knew Berenaur's patience was being tried to its
limits. Frantically he set to pulling open the cupboards and rummaging
through the provisions in the pantry. He released a pleased sigh when
he discovered a small bottle of olive oil and carried it back to his
waiting lover.
"Gladhadithen forbids the Bench until I have recovered fully. Mayhap
tomorrow. Until then…" he left the sentence dangling as he beheld his
mate in such a wanton display, playing with the dark brown buds of
flesh and verily writhing on the plush fur cape. Legolas ran the last
few steps and leaped upon the seneschal, straddling his waist and
shoving those long-fingered hands out of the way so he could lavish the
peaked nipples with tender licks and extravagant nips.
Erestor chortled out a delightedly lecherous groan and let his hands
seek a comfortable spot, caressing down the marred spine to cup and
lift the muscular cheeks of the archer's rear. With the lengthy legs
splayed apart, the advisor had no trouble slipping a finger down the
divide and teasing the puckered entrance, still wet with his sperm. He
could not resist shoving it in and thrilled to hear the loud call of
surprised pleasure as scarred muscles squeezed the digit tighter.
Erestor withdrew and grabbed his cock, pulling it from underneath his
lover's crotch as Pen-rhovan slid forward a bit. He pushed the
heavy organ out nearly perpendicular to his body and let it press
against the inviting crevice, resting there in hot and throbbing need.
"Oh Valar," whispered Legolas as he sat back and revelled in the
sensation of the hard erection so near to his core of delight. "Yet
nay, nay," he met his mate's gleaming gaze with pleading as he crawled
off the virile body. He heard the rigid cock slap against the Noldo's
belly as he moved away.
"No, love, you are not going anywhere this time," Erestor growled and
scrabbled after Pen-rhovan, shoving the small sofa table out of the way
so roughly that the decanter of amber wine nearly upended.
He caught up with him at the ottoman and sought to wrap his arms around
the narrow waist, intending to toss his mate to the floor and ravish
him on the spot. He was more than shocked to find he had played right
into the warrior's plans, for Legolas anticipated the attempt and
neatly leaped aside. The seneschal found his torso prone against the
footstool instead of his willing lover. A triumphant laugh preceded the
wild elf's pounce and with a loud oof! Erestor was pressed face down
onto the padded leather stool, on his knees, arse up. He looked over
his shoulder as the firm heated column of Pen-rhovan's carnal desire
pumped against him.
Legolas grinned and held up the corked container of cooking oil,
waggling it before Berenaur's face as he rutted against the captive
mounds.
"Allow me," Erestor whispered, his eyes alight with anticipation and
amazement, for never had Pen-rhovan been this demanding and playfully
forceful in his overtures to love-making. The seneschal found it quite
exciting and snatched the bottle from Legolas' hand, uncorking it with
his teeth. He spat the stopper across the room and vaguely noted the
tumbling clatter as it rolled away somewhere, vision fixed on his
lover's lust-hazed gaze.
The wild elf was panting lightly and audibly through parted lips and a
soft groan escaped as he slowed his avid thrusting and ran his hands
over the supple flesh he was about to claim. A flash of a glinting eye
met the seneschal's before Legolas hunkered down behind the Noldo,
parting the rubbed-red cheeks wider and inhaling the earthy scent as he
plunged his tongue against the tightly sealed opening. His heart
expanded to hear Berenaur's encouraging call for more and he obeyed,
curling his oral muscle into a slender tube and pushing it past the
resisting ring of tissue to delve inside.
The taste was bitingly unique but Legolas barely had chance to savour
this as the constricting cavity drew his questing tongue deeper. He
flexed it, trying to reach the sensitive mound of Berenaur's prostate
but could not. His lover did not seem disappointed, however, judging by
the extended and breathy cries of joy escaping from his lungs. With
vigour Legolas poked the wet, red muscle in and out, imitating what he
would soon be doing with a more lengthy portion of his anatomy,
thoroughly coating the passage with warm spit. He could not wait longer
to join with this unbelievably erotic elf and came away, landing a
little slap upon the exposed bottom that elicited a choked cry from
Berenaur. Legolas waddled on his knees within arms reach of his mate
and was quickly captured.
Erestor's black eyes smouldered in amorous amity; this was a new side
of the Wood Elf's personality and he was incited to heightened yearning
by the brash and brazen smack. Had he known presenting a ring would
yield this sense of confidence in Legolas, he would have given it the
first night in the bonding talan. Roughly he took the wild elf by the
nape of the neck and yanked him forward, clamping his lips against the
dark red mouth and claiming a breath stealing kiss. The flavour of his
body's most intimate area was strong on Pen-rhovan's tongue and he
lapped his own against it, exploring every centimetre of the fiery heat.
A sudden jolt and a sharp cry broke the erotic embrace, for he had
forgotten the archer's injured shoulder and jarred it by accident with
his hand, intending to pull his mate closer. He drew back as Legolas'
opposite arm came up to protectively cradle the cotton swathed wound,
alarmed at the tightly shut eyes and pinched expression of pain
suffusing the silvan's fair features.
"Ai! I am careless and a fool to be so harsh! Forgive me, Pen-rhovan.
Are you all right?" he asked in aggrieved and guilty tones. The soft
touch of his hand ran over the bowed head and brushed back the thick
hair concealing the archer's face.
"Aye, all will be well; it will fade in a moment," Legolas ground out,
attempting to give Berenaur a reassuring smile as he suffered the surge
of piercing agony radiating from his shoulder. He settled on the floor
and leaned gratefully against the footstool as his lover's arms gently
enfolded him and held him close.
Legolas sighed. It was worth the slicing torment to feel the Noldo's
comforting caress soothing over his back and into his tangled mane. Low
murmurs of apology and love whispered against his ear as his cheek was
nuzzled with the advisor's nose and lips pressed delicate kisses
against his closed eyes and across his temple. When they found his ear
again and teeth joined in the endearing tantalisation, Legolas trembled
in renewed excitement, the aching distress forgotten as it dulled and
died away. He turned to meet the massaging mouth and stole a searing
kiss that made Berenaur's eyes pop wide and cross so as to try and
focus on him. Legolas laughed down his lover's throat and retreated
from the osculation to gaze in unchecked desire at the Noldo.
"Where is that bottle?" he demanded, his voice a raspy whisper of
breathless lubricity.
Erestor grinned and reached down to the floor, unsure at what point he
had placed the container there but glad that he had done so with enough
care to prevent it spilling. Still stretched out chest-down across the
ottoman, he held it up and cocked a brow at the eager archer. He passed
an evaluating examination over his lover's pleasing form, relieved to
see all trace of discomfort gone from the bright blue orbs and the rosy
erection pointing right at him.
"Bring that closer and I will anoint you properly," he commanded,
already pouring the richly scented oil into his palm.
Legolas did not hesitate, pressing near and pivoting his hips to offer
open access to the cupped hand and its golden liquid contents. He held
his breath, watching as the seneschal turned his hand slowly and let
the oil drizzle out in a fine stream. The viscous fluid rained upon his
throbbing shaft and he gasped as the flesh-warmed oil slid down his
length and dripped onto the floor. Then Berenaur's fist clamped around
his cock and rubbed slowly, spreading the slippery, pungent oil all
over and Legolas seized the seneschal's arm, thrusting up into the
compressing clasp.
"Ah Berenaur, that is…that…Ai!" he shouted and forced himself to pull
free, fearful he would come before he had a chance to merge their
bodies, and resumed his place at the Noldo's exposed anus. He reached
under and felt the tight, full sac constricted against the fabric of
the upholstery and silently rejoiced to hear the grunt of urgent need
this wrung from his lover. "Can you restrain yourself until I wish it?"
"What?" Erestor glared over his shoulder at the hooded blue eyes and
up-curled alizarin lips. The padded leather seat was warm and soft and
he had already anticipated the sensation of having his hard cock pushed
against it as Legolas thrust inside him. "Why so? I want to come as you
peak, spilling together."
"But I want to claim you this way and then suck you dry."
"Oh." Erestor found his mouth parched and his penis fairly pulsing upon
receiving this explanation and decided to let the wild elf have his
way. A jubilant smile lit his eyes. "Aye, I can last. Get to it,
archer!"
Legolas required no further inducement, positioning his slickened organ
at the entrance to his mate's internal heat, and pressed hard, grunting
in the effort to restrain his instinct to shove in with all his might.
Slowly he felt the muscles loosen and admit the point of his primed
penis and he gasped for air, not realising he had been holding his
breath. The compressing walls of rippling tissue welcomed the intrusion
and he was drawn in. At last he gave a cry of pure pleasure and rocked
forward, hoping to hit the right spot on the first try. Yet he was not
all the way in and immediately withdrew far enough to gather impetus,
driving deeply with every available sinew's strength in the next push.
He was rewarded with the salacious sound of his thighs slapping against
the seneschal's arse and a pleasing sting as his balls met the firm
flesh.
"Aye, Legolas, just there only harder!" encouraged Erestor, expelling
every molecule of air in his lungs to fill the silk-walled room with a
long exclaim of exquisite pleasure as the next thrust struck true. The
wild-elf was too inexperienced to pace himself well, a talent he would
learn over time under the Noldo's dedicated tutelage, and yet Erestor
rejoiced in the purely instinctive movement of the solid organ piercing
him repeatedly. He arched his spine and pushed back, planting his toes
far to either side of the cushioned stool to enhance Pen-rhovan's
efforts.
On the third try the silvan found his rhythm and thereafter never
missed the desired zone of infinite gratification, pounding against the
solid resistance as Berenaur braced against the floor and the seat.
Legolas watched as the Noldo's inky locks danced and slid across his
back, falling away to swing against his ribs, a curtain of fluid night
draped across his moon-coloured skin. The long curved scar rolled as
the strong taut muscles across the advisor's shoulders surged and
flexed in time with his pivoting hips. He longed to kiss it but found
himself unwilling to subside long enough to accomplish the deed. He
hesitated, letting loose a whimpery complaint that quickly changed to
an exultant shout when Berenaur growled and called to him.
"Pen-rhovan, ah you imp! No holding back, give me everything!"
Legolas was lost in the experience, overwhelmed to the point of gasping
sobs bereft of tears. So strong had been his need to achieve this
joining, taking his mate and hearing the proof of Berenaur's pleasure
in the coupling, for the failed attempt to wake his lover had shaken
him more then he had been able to consciously admit. Now all the
insecurity poured out and was purged away as the seneschal demanded
more and urged him incessantly.
Inside the clenching grip of the anal passage, Legolas' cock swelled
and he made a half-hearted effort to slow down and delay the
impending ejaculation. The sound of their bodies colliding, the
musky scent of their sweat combined with the odour of the clear fluid
oozing from Berenaur's concealed cock, the unparalleled cadence of
their lusty duet of impassioned cries drove him into a tight coil of
concupiscent suspense.
Legolas gave in.
His mind exploded in a rush of scintillating sparks as the surge of
semen streamed from his cock in waves of delicious delirium. Over and
over he cried Berenaur's name and drove with every spurt of seed as
hard as his dwindling energy allowed until there was neither air nor
sperm left to expel. He flopped atop his mate's sticky back, gasping
like a trout pulled from the river. Legolas lay in dazed and dreamy
exhaustion lazily caressing the black tresses, pressing his lips
against the white ribbon bestowed by the Balrog's red whip, listening
to the air enter and leave his mate's lungs amid the thumping pulse of
his racing heart. A minute passed before he comprehended the meaning of
the endearing voice speaking to him and he hugged Berenaur tight.
"Pen-rhovan. Beloved, are you well? Can you answer? Come to me; I need
my arms around you now."
Legolas obeyed, slipping from the carnal canal reluctantly, yet
desiring the entwining clasp of his lover's embrace. He crawled to the
fur cloak and watched as the seneschal heaved himself up rather
delicately, for his long erection was so uncomfortably hard he could
not move with his accustomed grace. The sight of the dark magenta
protrusion, weighty and seeping, sent a fresh bright jolt of desire
through the wild elf's heart. He smiled, anticipating the completion of
his wish. Reclining on the pillows, Legolas stretched languidly,
granting Berenaur a full view of his slender body. He passed his tongue
over his lips slowly and noted how this made his lover's larynx bob.
"Beloved, is there any of the miruvor left? I have a rare delicacy to
sample and desire a clear palate and a sustaining drink before I do so."
Erestor stared down in open-mouthed lechery at the tempting image of
the naked elf sprawled out, sated, and relaxed upon the floor, blue
eyes beckoning. He waddled the two steps required to get to the table
and frowned to see there was only the amber wine. He took up the
decanter anyway and awkwardly joined his mate, gingerly kneeling to the
floor, making sure to present his prominent predicament for
Pen-rhovan's inspection. He heard a soft sigh leave Legolas' throat and
his pulse sped up even more. The crimson tongue flickered out again as
Pen-rhovan's eyes locked on his robust arousal.
"There is only this, but it has a good flavour and is quite
invigorating. Try it," Erestor encouraged.
As promised, he caught the wild elf up in his embrace and then held the
bottle to the ruby lips. Erestor had never noticed before how erotic it
was to watch his lover's mouth encircle the neck of a bottle as his
throat worked in the action of swallowing. After observing the oral
muscle's third appearance, this time to swipe away the residue of the
sweet alcohol from the glistening lower labial, he tucked the archer's
golden crown beneath his chin, drawing the limp, lethargic form nearly
into his lap. This time Erestor was mindful of the gauze wrapped
shoulder and made certain his clasp remained far from the injury.
"Lie back," said Legolas, disengaging from the protective hold and
meeting the Noldo's expectant gaze.
"Are you sure? This has been a difficult day for you and I am…"
Erestor was summarily silenced when Legolas shoved him backwards and
straddled the rigid rod pressed against the seneschal's belly,
carefully rolling his semi-solid penis against the rock hard organ
beneath his parted legs. He leaned up and indulged in a long and steamy
kiss, plunging his flexible tongue as far into the Noldo's mouth as he
could. A sloppy pop heralded the end of the oral entanglement as
Legolas climbed off and lay down again on his healthy side, this time
positioning his head level with the seneschal's genitals.
"Take me thus," he whispered, half-mast lashes fluttering up to seek
the elder elf's eyes.
"Nay, I might bump your injury." Erestor gasped out, unable to deny how
badly he wanted to do as Legolas demanded.
"You will be careful; I trust you. Saes, Berenaur, do not deny me."
Legolas did not wait for a response, draping his sore arm over his
beloved's stomach and lapping the length of the bulging cock, burying
his nose against the damp and musky ebony curls surrounding the root,
kissing the smooth, tight scrotum delicately.
"Valar! You are…you wanton wild thing! Ai! I must have you!"
So saying Erestor sat up, a knee to either side of Pen-rhovan's head as
he gently turned Legolas over on his back. He stared down at the
smiling elf and took a moment to smooth his palms over the hard red
nodes of temptingly erect nipples, regretting that he had spared so
little time to taste those sumptuous morsels. When Legolas reached up
for his erection and pulled invitingly, Erestor could not resist
further.
He let Legolas guide him, watching with bated breath as the archer's
head tipped back and the lips parted wide to lure him in. The warm wet
tongue teased a startled cry from him when it flicked across his
dripping slit and then the next instant Legolas sucked hard and palmed
the heavily hanging balls as he hummed out an enticing moan.
Erestor cautiously pushed in an inch and then retreated, gasping as the
suction provided resistance and that mobile tongue swirled playfully
around the flared rim of his cock. The sight of his organ half-in,
half-out of the vermilion mouth was enough to make him grunt in
prurient impatience.
"Eru's arse! How I wish I had you on the Bench, impaled and writhing
while I…" He let his body complete the thought, steadily rocking
into the torrid maw, slowly increasing the depth and force of
penetration. He felt the tongue again and then the cautious application
of the lower row of incisors faintly grazing over his sensitive,
pulsing vein and shouted an incoherent noise of complete abandon. When
Legolas' hand pressed against his arse and pushed insistently, Erestor
gave up any pretence of restraint.
Braced on his hands and knees, he shoved back and forth, fucking the
wild elf's mouth with ferocious and eager force, grunting and gasping
as his cock was sucked and licked, laved and swallowed. He reached over
with one hand and pinched and pulled each of the pert red nubs on the
sex-blushed chest beneath him, bellowing when Pen-rhovan squealed
around his penis and squirmed, squeezing back hard on his straining
gluteus. The silvan's legs were spread apart, begging attention for the
filling shaft between them, and Erestor shoved in deeper, stretching
his arm out to fondle the rosy head and its slippery foreskin.
Just then Pen-rhovan swept his tongue hard against the minute orifice
on the seneschal's near-bursting penis and swallowed with a low and
lascivious moan, bending his head nearly backwards and arching his
spine off the floor to try and take his lover even deeper on Berenaur's
next thrust.
The combination of sensations was sufficient to undo the Noldo
entirely. He gripped the slender cock with almost bruising intensity as
he looked down to see all of his length disappear inside the archer's
mouth. He could feel the gust of his lover's moist breath against his
tight balls and roared when a blinding eruption of ecstasy surrounded
the covered testicles' contact with Pen-rhovan's nose. Erestor's orgasm
raced through him like liquid fire, a whirlwind of raw delight
cascading through every nerve as his seed shot from him in strong
streams of hot and spicy cream. Convulsive gulps guzzled it down and
heightened his excitement a few seconds more before at last he was
drained empty, just as Pen-rhovan had promised.
With a final shudder and groan, Erestor pulled free from the sultry
confinement of lips and tongue and eased down onto the floor, gasping
and heaving to regain his wind as he laid his head upon the wild elf's
breast. It was a few minutes before he could find enough breath for
words or strength to shift, and then he turned about and scooped up the
enchanting creature that belonged to him alone, wrapping his lanky
frame all around the small silvan, claiming the grinning maroon mouth
that tasted strongly of his semen and faintly of amber wine. He ended
the kiss and stared in tender joy and wonder into the soul revealed in
the indigo depths.
Erestor smiled into Legolas' shining eyes, discovering neither needed
words to complete the moment for each supplied the other's completion.
They cuddled close in satisfied contentment, relishing the gentle ebb
and flow of the love between them, as eternal and boundless as the
union of Tawar to the Greenwood, constant as the turn of the seasons,
tranquil as the patter of rainfall on leaves and soft as a breeze amid
the branches of the mighty trees.
TBC
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