Erestor's Secret
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Adult ++
Chapters:
17
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13,066
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53
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12
Title: Erestor’s Secret (12/?)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Galdor/Dringion
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, except for the cats. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Timeline: Gondolin, 501 of the First Age
Warning: AU. Lots of fluff.
Beta: Patricia – thank you Gwathel. Any remaining mistakes are mine alone.
Summary: Erestor seduces, Galdor claims, and Thoniel devestates.
Author’s Note: My apologies for taking so long. My muse of lovemaking scenes seems to be on holiday, but hopefully he’ll be back before the next chapter so I can make it up to you.
Chapter 12
“I was so happy to hear that your brother is recovering, Ecthelion,” Thoniel said as they aligned their pieces on the chessboard. “Erestor is a kind and gentle elf, and he is well loved by all who know him.”
“Thank you,” Ecthelion said, smiling at the beautiful maiden. “I did not know you knew him.”
“I made his acquaintance while visiting Idril,” Thoniel answered. “We are, all three of us, rather fond of cats.”
“I see.” Ecthelion grinned. “Then perhaps you also know little Mordithen?”
~~~*~~~
Erestor’s hand ghosted over the bare chest that hovered above him, gently tracing the contoured muscles and rosy nipples, his fingers slowly making their way up to caress shoulders and neck. “My beautiful, golden warrior,” he whispered.
Glorfindel struggled to keep his hands from the vision before his eyes, afraid of losing control and hurting the one he loved above all others. Erestor had asked for this, and the thought of his little love touching him had made him breathless. Erestor lay in Glorfindel’s arms, their bodies bared to each other. “I am just a hardened old warrior, my sweet one.” One of his large hands gently rubbed along Erestor’s broken arm, still wrapped against his chest. “You are the beautiful one.”
Erestor’s fingers crept along the base of Glorfindel’s neck, making the warrior shudder. “Will you not kiss me, Glorfindel?” It was a seductive whisper. “Will you not touch me?” He yearned to feel Glorfindel’s hands moving over his body, touching him….
Glorfindel was lost. Taking Erestor’s mouth with his own, he moaned as a bolt of lightening shot through his body, and he delved his tongue into the sweetness. As their tongues caressed and slid against one another, his large hands explored silky skin, gently stroking tender sides and a lightly muscled chest. Finally lifting his head to breathe, Glorfindel’s eyes feasted on Erestor’s lithe body. “So beautiful,” he whispered. “So perfect.” Erestor’s awakened member lay against his abdomen and it called to Glorfindel to stroke its shapeliness. His fingers itched to bury themselves in the silky dark hairs that nested around its base. “So beautiful,” he whispered again.
“Please, touch me,” Erestor said pleadingly, his eyes darkened even more in passion. Glorfindel’s kisses and touch made his body sparkle deep inside, and he wanted more. “Let me feel your hand upon me, my love. Please, kiss me…touch me. I am burning for you.”
~~~*~~~
“Your move, my lord.” Thoniel smirked as she queened one of her pawns, replacing it with an overturned rook.
Ecthelion scowled and grumbled under his breath.
“Pardon, my lord? I did not hear what you said.” Thoniel smiled sweetly. She had heard Thel’s remark about young girls too intelligent for their own good quite well, in fact.
~~~*~~~
Dringion lay on his side, and after Galdor removed his clothing, he curled up behind the sleeping elf, being careful not the jar his beloved’s broken arm. The former guard was resting peacefully, but Galdor couldn’t help wishing he would awaken. The Lord of the Tree had made a decision. There was only one way to give Dringion the strength to aid his healing; only one way to ensure his recovery. The thought had his member hard and throbbing in moments. Slipping an arm under Dringion, Galdor held him close and placed his lips on the tempting neck. Working his way up, he licked on a shapely ear as if it was sugar candy, taking long strokes from the lobe to the tip.
Dringion moaned in his sleep. It was such a wonderful dream. He was held in loving arms against an inviting body, and someone was licking his ear, caressing it with a hot tongue. He moaned again, and pressed himself closer against the warmth. When a large, warm hand slipped inside of his leggings to cover his awakening shaft, his head fell back against a welcoming shoulder, and his eyes slowly began to focus. “Galdor,” he whispered, looking into deep gray eyes. Heated lips descended to cover his own and kissed him breathless before an enthusiastic tongue pressed for entrance. Opening to the invasion, a small whimper of delight escaped as every surface of his tongue was gently stroked with the other.
~~~*~~~
Erestor moaned and stretched his neck, unconsciously begging for more, as Glorfindel’s mouth slowly nibbled its way up to an ear. Gentle fingers teased his heavy sacs and buried themselves into the nest of dark hair at the base of his member. The warrior’s fingers wrapped around Erestor’s hard shaft, and he spread the thick fluid that leaked from its tip down the hard column. The smaller elf cried out softly and moved his hips.
“My sweet, you must not move your leg,” Glorfindel said, lifting his hand from Erestor’s body. “If you injure it more, it will take longer to heal, and I could not bear to have you hurt more.” Covering Erestor’s face with soft kisses, he whispered, “I love you so much, Erestor, and I want, too much, to give you pleasure, but I cannot if you move.”
Erestor whimpered as he felt Glorfindel take his hand away. The warrior’s touch had ignited a fire... He knew Glorfindel was right, but he just wanted…needed…his beloved so much he could hardly bear it. With his free hand, he moved Glorfindel’s head to capture the warrior’s magical lips with his own in a deep kiss. When he finally broke the kiss, he panted for a long moment, his dark eyes fixed on sparkling blue. Finally, he whispered, “Glorfindel….I love you so much. My heart…my soul yearns for you. Can you not feel it? Can you not feel my soul reaching for yours? I need you like I need air to breathe, and there is a need within me that I have never known before. I feel as though there is a fire within me, and it burns. I do not know what to do…I cannot control these feelings. I need you so much. Please, help me, my love. I cannot bear this fire within me. I want you so much. I will do anything you ask, just please help me.”
~~*~~
“Check, my lord,” Thoniel said. Inside she was smirking, but she was careful not to let it show on her face.
Ecthelion stared in disbelief at the board. There was no doubt about it – Thoniel was a brilliant player. So good that he was finding it difficult to figure out how he had ended up in this position. He castled his king in what would probably be a worthless attempt at defense.
~~*~~
Galdor thrust again into the tight channel. “Oh…so good…oh, I love you, I love you, Drin.” On their sides to protect Dringion’s arm, he buried his head against his new mate’s neck.
Dringion laid his head back on Galdor’s strong shoulder as he was enveloped in his husband’s love. He could feel their bond forming as the very air sparkled around them. His soul danced and joined with it’s mate as his engorged member was taken in his lover’s hand and stroked firmly.
Galdor poured all of his love into his weakened spouse, knowing their bond would strengthen him. The moment he felt their souls join, Dringion cried out his name and warm seed spilled over his hand. Calling out, “Oh…Drin,” he reached his climax, buried deep within his mate.
~~*~~
Erestor couldn’t move. He couldn’t think. His world consisted of the hot, thrusting tongue in his mouth; the strong, solid weight pinning his thighs and chest; and the large hand between their bodies that grasped two throbbing members together and stroked. As his world exploded into white light, his cry of bliss was captured by his lover’s mouth.
~~*~~
“Checkmate, my lord.”
Tbc…..
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Galdor/Dringion
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, except for the cats. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Timeline: Gondolin, 501 of the First Age
Warning: AU. Lots of fluff.
Beta: Patricia – thank you Gwathel. Any remaining mistakes are mine alone.
Summary: Erestor seduces, Galdor claims, and Thoniel devestates.
Author’s Note: My apologies for taking so long. My muse of lovemaking scenes seems to be on holiday, but hopefully he’ll be back before the next chapter so I can make it up to you.
Chapter 12
“I was so happy to hear that your brother is recovering, Ecthelion,” Thoniel said as they aligned their pieces on the chessboard. “Erestor is a kind and gentle elf, and he is well loved by all who know him.”
“Thank you,” Ecthelion said, smiling at the beautiful maiden. “I did not know you knew him.”
“I made his acquaintance while visiting Idril,” Thoniel answered. “We are, all three of us, rather fond of cats.”
“I see.” Ecthelion grinned. “Then perhaps you also know little Mordithen?”
~~~*~~~
Erestor’s hand ghosted over the bare chest that hovered above him, gently tracing the contoured muscles and rosy nipples, his fingers slowly making their way up to caress shoulders and neck. “My beautiful, golden warrior,” he whispered.
Glorfindel struggled to keep his hands from the vision before his eyes, afraid of losing control and hurting the one he loved above all others. Erestor had asked for this, and the thought of his little love touching him had made him breathless. Erestor lay in Glorfindel’s arms, their bodies bared to each other. “I am just a hardened old warrior, my sweet one.” One of his large hands gently rubbed along Erestor’s broken arm, still wrapped against his chest. “You are the beautiful one.”
Erestor’s fingers crept along the base of Glorfindel’s neck, making the warrior shudder. “Will you not kiss me, Glorfindel?” It was a seductive whisper. “Will you not touch me?” He yearned to feel Glorfindel’s hands moving over his body, touching him….
Glorfindel was lost. Taking Erestor’s mouth with his own, he moaned as a bolt of lightening shot through his body, and he delved his tongue into the sweetness. As their tongues caressed and slid against one another, his large hands explored silky skin, gently stroking tender sides and a lightly muscled chest. Finally lifting his head to breathe, Glorfindel’s eyes feasted on Erestor’s lithe body. “So beautiful,” he whispered. “So perfect.” Erestor’s awakened member lay against his abdomen and it called to Glorfindel to stroke its shapeliness. His fingers itched to bury themselves in the silky dark hairs that nested around its base. “So beautiful,” he whispered again.
“Please, touch me,” Erestor said pleadingly, his eyes darkened even more in passion. Glorfindel’s kisses and touch made his body sparkle deep inside, and he wanted more. “Let me feel your hand upon me, my love. Please, kiss me…touch me. I am burning for you.”
~~~*~~~
“Your move, my lord.” Thoniel smirked as she queened one of her pawns, replacing it with an overturned rook.
Ecthelion scowled and grumbled under his breath.
“Pardon, my lord? I did not hear what you said.” Thoniel smiled sweetly. She had heard Thel’s remark about young girls too intelligent for their own good quite well, in fact.
~~~*~~~
Dringion lay on his side, and after Galdor removed his clothing, he curled up behind the sleeping elf, being careful not the jar his beloved’s broken arm. The former guard was resting peacefully, but Galdor couldn’t help wishing he would awaken. The Lord of the Tree had made a decision. There was only one way to give Dringion the strength to aid his healing; only one way to ensure his recovery. The thought had his member hard and throbbing in moments. Slipping an arm under Dringion, Galdor held him close and placed his lips on the tempting neck. Working his way up, he licked on a shapely ear as if it was sugar candy, taking long strokes from the lobe to the tip.
Dringion moaned in his sleep. It was such a wonderful dream. He was held in loving arms against an inviting body, and someone was licking his ear, caressing it with a hot tongue. He moaned again, and pressed himself closer against the warmth. When a large, warm hand slipped inside of his leggings to cover his awakening shaft, his head fell back against a welcoming shoulder, and his eyes slowly began to focus. “Galdor,” he whispered, looking into deep gray eyes. Heated lips descended to cover his own and kissed him breathless before an enthusiastic tongue pressed for entrance. Opening to the invasion, a small whimper of delight escaped as every surface of his tongue was gently stroked with the other.
~~~*~~~
Erestor moaned and stretched his neck, unconsciously begging for more, as Glorfindel’s mouth slowly nibbled its way up to an ear. Gentle fingers teased his heavy sacs and buried themselves into the nest of dark hair at the base of his member. The warrior’s fingers wrapped around Erestor’s hard shaft, and he spread the thick fluid that leaked from its tip down the hard column. The smaller elf cried out softly and moved his hips.
“My sweet, you must not move your leg,” Glorfindel said, lifting his hand from Erestor’s body. “If you injure it more, it will take longer to heal, and I could not bear to have you hurt more.” Covering Erestor’s face with soft kisses, he whispered, “I love you so much, Erestor, and I want, too much, to give you pleasure, but I cannot if you move.”
Erestor whimpered as he felt Glorfindel take his hand away. The warrior’s touch had ignited a fire... He knew Glorfindel was right, but he just wanted…needed…his beloved so much he could hardly bear it. With his free hand, he moved Glorfindel’s head to capture the warrior’s magical lips with his own in a deep kiss. When he finally broke the kiss, he panted for a long moment, his dark eyes fixed on sparkling blue. Finally, he whispered, “Glorfindel….I love you so much. My heart…my soul yearns for you. Can you not feel it? Can you not feel my soul reaching for yours? I need you like I need air to breathe, and there is a need within me that I have never known before. I feel as though there is a fire within me, and it burns. I do not know what to do…I cannot control these feelings. I need you so much. Please, help me, my love. I cannot bear this fire within me. I want you so much. I will do anything you ask, just please help me.”
~~*~~
“Check, my lord,” Thoniel said. Inside she was smirking, but she was careful not to let it show on her face.
Ecthelion stared in disbelief at the board. There was no doubt about it – Thoniel was a brilliant player. So good that he was finding it difficult to figure out how he had ended up in this position. He castled his king in what would probably be a worthless attempt at defense.
~~*~~
Galdor thrust again into the tight channel. “Oh…so good…oh, I love you, I love you, Drin.” On their sides to protect Dringion’s arm, he buried his head against his new mate’s neck.
Dringion laid his head back on Galdor’s strong shoulder as he was enveloped in his husband’s love. He could feel their bond forming as the very air sparkled around them. His soul danced and joined with it’s mate as his engorged member was taken in his lover’s hand and stroked firmly.
Galdor poured all of his love into his weakened spouse, knowing their bond would strengthen him. The moment he felt their souls join, Dringion cried out his name and warm seed spilled over his hand. Calling out, “Oh…Drin,” he reached his climax, buried deep within his mate.
~~*~~
Erestor couldn’t move. He couldn’t think. His world consisted of the hot, thrusting tongue in his mouth; the strong, solid weight pinning his thighs and chest; and the large hand between their bodies that grasped two throbbing members together and stroked. As his world exploded into white light, his cry of bliss was captured by his lover’s mouth.
~~*~~
“Checkmate, my lord.”
Tbc…..