Runes of Love
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
4,183
Reviews:
20
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chapter 11
Title: Runes of Love 11/11
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
List: http://www.tolkiens_naughty_elves@yahoogroups.com
Pairing: Haldir/Thranduil
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Haldir is given a chance to turn his life around, but when he chooses to follow his dreams, he leaves behind someone he loves.
Chapter 11
Haldir’s heart stopped mid-beat when passed through the doorway to the bedchamber. Dozens of ivory colored candles lit up the entire room and red rose petals were scattered all over the floor, and the bed, which was dressed in rich, cream silk. The air too smelled like roses with just a hint of woodsy undertone.
When the shock finally passed Haldir pulled Thranduil to him by his robe and kissed him deeply.
“You are the most wonderful partner an Elf could ask for,” said the guardian, while slowly leading his lover towards the rose-covered bed.
Sounds of rustling fabric filled the air as clothing fell to the floor, piece by piece.
“You are beautiful,” Thranduil marveled as he took in the sight of Haldir’s skin, golden in the candlelight.
“So are you.”
Thranduil took his time running his hands up and down Haldir’s body—smooth, but hard as steel. The guardian moaned deep in his throat, unconsciously parting his lips. Soon Thranduil was plundering his mouth, pinning him to the bed.
Haldir could feel the king’s erection pressed against his thigh and oozing warm fluid. It would have been so easy to yield to his lover, to offer him anything he wanted. But Haldir had other plans.
Using all of his strength, Haldir rolled over, reversing their positions. Thranduil gazed at him in surprise. Haldir chucked at his lover’s wide-eyed expression and began a trail of kisses up Thranduil’s body, from his navel and up to his neck and ears.
“Tonight you will lie beneath me,” Haldir promised. Then he suckled on Thranduil’s earlobe. “You will make sounds no Elf has ever made before.”
Thranduil gave a satisfied groan and willingly allowed his lover to take the lead. He writhed and moaned as Haldir’s hands mapped every inch of his body, laying claim to what had not been touched since the last time he and Haldir were together.
“Pleasure me,” Haldir said, at last, lifting himself off of Thranduil and getting comfortable against the mass of pillows on the bed. He watched with anticipation as Thranduil crawled towards him with a hungry look in his eyes, like a tiger about to pounce on his prey.
Haldir hissed as warmth engulfed his swollen flesh. Thranduil’s hair tickled his thighs as his head bobbed up and down, the sensation exciting Haldir even more. He clenched the sheets, feeling silk and the velvety softness of rose petals in his hands, as well as his orgasm within reach. The guardian began to tremble, ready to welcome the sweet release.
Suddenly, Thranduil stopped, his mouth releasing Haldir’s cock with a pop. The king raised his brows, curiously. “You would find your pleasure and leave me so unsatisfied?”
“I would never leave you wanting,” Haldir breathed. Again he moved on top of his lover, his tongue dancing inside Thrnaduil’s mouth like a flame in the wind. Haldir resisted the urge to grind his cock against the king, the pressure in his groin still evident. He needed to calm down, to make sure that he could take Thranduil to the heights of ecstasy again and again, before he found his own release.
“Are you looking for this?” Thranduil asked, producing a vial of oil when Haldir stopped kissing him and got out of bed.
“Nay,” said Haldir. “But hold on to that.” He fumbled through the pile of clothing on the floor. When he climbed back into bed he had a long and thin piece of black silk in his hand.
“What is that?”
Haldir’s lips curled up in a mischievous smile. He said nothing, only continued to die the small sash around the base of Thranduil’s cock.
“Nay,” said Thranduil, although he made no move to try and remove the sash. “I did not agree to this.”
“Nobody asked you,” Haldir said, smiling playfully. Thranduil gritted his teeth knowing, nevertheless, that he would enjoy the torture.
“Turn around,” Haldir ordered, and when the king obeyed, he slapped his left butt cheek.
Thranduil watched as Haldir languidly oiled himself, displaying an annoying amount of patience. Once his organ was slick, Haldir poured some more oil onto his fingers and brought them to his lover’s eager opening.
Thranduil used a pillow to muffle his moans as Haldir’s fingers probed and stretched his channel. It wasn’t until he had brought the king near climax, massaging that sensitive nub inside him, that Haldir finally withdrew his fingers to replace them with the oozing tip of his cock. It slid in easily, and yet Thranduil squirmed beneath him, both from pleasure and discomfort.
Haldir kissed the nape of Thranduil’s neck, whispering soothing nonsense. He knew that the king had never submitted to another, even when on the receiving and, and he would provide all the comfort he could while maintaining his dominant role.
The first few thrusts were awkward, clumsier than Haldir would have liked—he had never played this role in bed either. But Thranduil’s moans of pleasure reassured him that he was doing well and he quickly grew accustomed to riding his lover in this manner while establishing a slow, but steady, rhythm.
“Take me harder, Haldir!” cried Thranduil. “I am not made of glass.
Haldir bent forward, letting his lips brush the top of Thranduil’s ear as he whispered, “I will do with you as I please, King of Elves.” At this, Thranduil groaned in arousal and frustration. When Haldir withdrew from his body and turned him around, he saw that not only the king’s face, but his entire body was flushed with desire and need of release. He looked deep into his lovers emerald eyes as he lifted his legs and buried himself in his body once more.
Haldir continued his previously set pace, at first, but it increased steadily as his lover’s cries grew more desperate. It was then that he realized that, even when on top, he was still a slave to Thranduil’s pleasure—and it was a realization with which he was more than willing to come to terms with. With one rigid tug, Haldir loosed the sash around his lover’s cock.
Fingers and tongues, alike, entwined for those brutal, final thrusts. They came quietly, only silent declarations of love falling off the tips of their tongues and the heights of ecstasy.
****
The sun was shining brightly when Haldir woke. But even brighter than the sun was Thrnaduil’s golden hair, splayed out across the wrinkled sheets and abused rose petals. The sight brought a smile to his face. Thranduil groaned and mumbled something in his sleep, snuggling up closer to Haldir. It was then that Haldir realized that he was the lucklies Elf in all Arda.
The End.
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
List: http://www.tolkiens_naughty_elves@yahoogroups.com
Pairing: Haldir/Thranduil
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Haldir is given a chance to turn his life around, but when he chooses to follow his dreams, he leaves behind someone he loves.
Chapter 11
Haldir’s heart stopped mid-beat when passed through the doorway to the bedchamber. Dozens of ivory colored candles lit up the entire room and red rose petals were scattered all over the floor, and the bed, which was dressed in rich, cream silk. The air too smelled like roses with just a hint of woodsy undertone.
When the shock finally passed Haldir pulled Thranduil to him by his robe and kissed him deeply.
“You are the most wonderful partner an Elf could ask for,” said the guardian, while slowly leading his lover towards the rose-covered bed.
Sounds of rustling fabric filled the air as clothing fell to the floor, piece by piece.
“You are beautiful,” Thranduil marveled as he took in the sight of Haldir’s skin, golden in the candlelight.
“So are you.”
Thranduil took his time running his hands up and down Haldir’s body—smooth, but hard as steel. The guardian moaned deep in his throat, unconsciously parting his lips. Soon Thranduil was plundering his mouth, pinning him to the bed.
Haldir could feel the king’s erection pressed against his thigh and oozing warm fluid. It would have been so easy to yield to his lover, to offer him anything he wanted. But Haldir had other plans.
Using all of his strength, Haldir rolled over, reversing their positions. Thranduil gazed at him in surprise. Haldir chucked at his lover’s wide-eyed expression and began a trail of kisses up Thranduil’s body, from his navel and up to his neck and ears.
“Tonight you will lie beneath me,” Haldir promised. Then he suckled on Thranduil’s earlobe. “You will make sounds no Elf has ever made before.”
Thranduil gave a satisfied groan and willingly allowed his lover to take the lead. He writhed and moaned as Haldir’s hands mapped every inch of his body, laying claim to what had not been touched since the last time he and Haldir were together.
“Pleasure me,” Haldir said, at last, lifting himself off of Thranduil and getting comfortable against the mass of pillows on the bed. He watched with anticipation as Thranduil crawled towards him with a hungry look in his eyes, like a tiger about to pounce on his prey.
Haldir hissed as warmth engulfed his swollen flesh. Thranduil’s hair tickled his thighs as his head bobbed up and down, the sensation exciting Haldir even more. He clenched the sheets, feeling silk and the velvety softness of rose petals in his hands, as well as his orgasm within reach. The guardian began to tremble, ready to welcome the sweet release.
Suddenly, Thranduil stopped, his mouth releasing Haldir’s cock with a pop. The king raised his brows, curiously. “You would find your pleasure and leave me so unsatisfied?”
“I would never leave you wanting,” Haldir breathed. Again he moved on top of his lover, his tongue dancing inside Thrnaduil’s mouth like a flame in the wind. Haldir resisted the urge to grind his cock against the king, the pressure in his groin still evident. He needed to calm down, to make sure that he could take Thranduil to the heights of ecstasy again and again, before he found his own release.
“Are you looking for this?” Thranduil asked, producing a vial of oil when Haldir stopped kissing him and got out of bed.
“Nay,” said Haldir. “But hold on to that.” He fumbled through the pile of clothing on the floor. When he climbed back into bed he had a long and thin piece of black silk in his hand.
“What is that?”
Haldir’s lips curled up in a mischievous smile. He said nothing, only continued to die the small sash around the base of Thranduil’s cock.
“Nay,” said Thranduil, although he made no move to try and remove the sash. “I did not agree to this.”
“Nobody asked you,” Haldir said, smiling playfully. Thranduil gritted his teeth knowing, nevertheless, that he would enjoy the torture.
“Turn around,” Haldir ordered, and when the king obeyed, he slapped his left butt cheek.
Thranduil watched as Haldir languidly oiled himself, displaying an annoying amount of patience. Once his organ was slick, Haldir poured some more oil onto his fingers and brought them to his lover’s eager opening.
Thranduil used a pillow to muffle his moans as Haldir’s fingers probed and stretched his channel. It wasn’t until he had brought the king near climax, massaging that sensitive nub inside him, that Haldir finally withdrew his fingers to replace them with the oozing tip of his cock. It slid in easily, and yet Thranduil squirmed beneath him, both from pleasure and discomfort.
Haldir kissed the nape of Thranduil’s neck, whispering soothing nonsense. He knew that the king had never submitted to another, even when on the receiving and, and he would provide all the comfort he could while maintaining his dominant role.
The first few thrusts were awkward, clumsier than Haldir would have liked—he had never played this role in bed either. But Thranduil’s moans of pleasure reassured him that he was doing well and he quickly grew accustomed to riding his lover in this manner while establishing a slow, but steady, rhythm.
“Take me harder, Haldir!” cried Thranduil. “I am not made of glass.
Haldir bent forward, letting his lips brush the top of Thranduil’s ear as he whispered, “I will do with you as I please, King of Elves.” At this, Thranduil groaned in arousal and frustration. When Haldir withdrew from his body and turned him around, he saw that not only the king’s face, but his entire body was flushed with desire and need of release. He looked deep into his lovers emerald eyes as he lifted his legs and buried himself in his body once more.
Haldir continued his previously set pace, at first, but it increased steadily as his lover’s cries grew more desperate. It was then that he realized that, even when on top, he was still a slave to Thranduil’s pleasure—and it was a realization with which he was more than willing to come to terms with. With one rigid tug, Haldir loosed the sash around his lover’s cock.
Fingers and tongues, alike, entwined for those brutal, final thrusts. They came quietly, only silent declarations of love falling off the tips of their tongues and the heights of ecstasy.
****
The sun was shining brightly when Haldir woke. But even brighter than the sun was Thrnaduil’s golden hair, splayed out across the wrinkled sheets and abused rose petals. The sight brought a smile to his face. Thranduil groaned and mumbled something in his sleep, snuggling up closer to Haldir. It was then that Haldir realized that he was the lucklies Elf in all Arda.
The End.