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Gwaeth Aer (Holy Bond)
by erobey erobey@gmail.com
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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 maroon 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