Elves Gone Wild

Title: Elves Gone Wild: Oh Gods!
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: bernstien_nixe@yahoo.com
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Pairing: Haldir/Orphin/Rumil
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: The morning after a deliciously satisfying orgy, Haldir fantasizes about two particularly amazing lovers—before he finds out who they were, that is.


Oh Gods!

It was already past noon when Haldir woke from a particularly restful night’s sleep. Sprawled out on the bed, he had just began a routing, energizing stretch when—“Ai!” he cried when a sharp pain seared through his backside. “What on Arda?” That’s when he remembered the events of the night before.

Somehow, those rascals from Imladris must have drugged him before binding him and carrying him out to the park. When he woke, he was laying sprawled out on a cold, stone table, blindfolded and bound with a group of elves waiting for the chance to make him theirs. And he let them!!!

Haldir sat up angrily, before remembering his last pair of lovers. He dropped back onto the soft bedding with a satisfied grin. Yes, as much as he hated to admit it, he enjoyed the other night—and especially those last two. ‘Who were they?’ He had been able to discern who all of his lovers had been, except two. They hadn’t spoken a word, nor did they even moan. He would have to find out, though, and return the favor—even if he had once already.

Haldir’s thoughts had caused his elfhood to stir. He didn’t hesitate to take it in hand and begin to slowly stroke himself while reliving the touches and kisses, as well as the pounding thrusts of the night before.

Never before had masturbation felt so satisfying. Haldir felt his legs begin to tremble in exquisite pleasure as he continued imagining himself being fucked by his mysterious, last lover. He remembered the citrus scent of the second one’s hair as he leaned in to kiss Haldir. With a low groan, Haldir arched his back, slick seed spilling over his fingers.

His Elfhood sated, Haldir decided it was time for breakfast. He threw on a white, silk robe—not bothering to tie it—and proceeded to walk out into the kitchen.

“I want him to know,” he heard Rumil say. “I want to see his face when he finds out.”

“All in time, Rumil,” was Orophin’s response.

“Tell me what?” Haldir asked.

Orophin snorted. “And you just assumed we were talking about you? How typically arrogant.”

Haldir shrugged as he reached for a teacup, seating himself at the round table. He still could not hide a grin as he poured hot water over his tea leaves.

“What are you grinning about?” asked Rumil. “Could be that you enjoyed your slut role slut last night?”

Haldir’s smile faded, his eyes narrowed. “I’ll bet it was you two who put them up to it,” he said dryly.

“Do not be silly, Haldir,” said Orophin. “Why would we do something like that?”

“I don’t know,” Haldir said truthfully. “But I know why he would.” Haldir nodded towards Rumil. “He wanted revenge because I actually touched the little Greenleaf, while he only dreamed about it.” He looked again at Rumil, who was glaring angrily at him. “Unfortunately he did not consider the fact that I might like it. Disappointed, are you?”

Orophin tried to stop Rumil from launching himself at their brother, but his reaction was too slow. Rumil grabbed Haldir’s robe with both hands and pulled him roughly forward until their faces were nearly touching. “I am cleverer than you think, Haldir. You see--- it seems that I fucked you last night. And you enjoyed it thoroughly.”

‘Oh gods!—no, he’s lying,’ Haldir thought. But that familiar citrus scent told made it painfully clear that his brother was telling the truth. Haldir’s stomach lurched. Freeing himself from Rumil’s grip, he stormed out of the talan.

Haldir headed straight for the bathhouse, pushing his way through crowds of horny Elves. He was determined to jump into the first unoccupied tub he could find and scrub every inch of his body until he was free of their scents, their touches.

Haldir shuddered as he shrugged off his robe. Sure, many Elves engaged in incest during the celebration. The twins did all the time—he had even taken part in it on many occasions. But with his own brothers?!?! Gods, was that disgusting. So what if it was acceptable for others, it wasn’t for him.

“They will regret this,” he muttered as he began to scrub his skin with a coarse cloth.

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By nightfall, Haldir had bathed three times, fucked every Elf he could get his hands on, and still he could not purge his mind of the memory of his own brothers fucking him senseless. He decided that perhaps he should try to fall asleep, at least then he might find temporary relief—if he would not dream about them, that is.

One last bath, and he would crawl into bed and maybe wake up with no memory of it. Haldir stepped into the tub in his and his brothers’ talan and began scrubbing his already raw skin yet again. His thoughts were relentless; his Elfhood began to stir. No way, he would not do it. He refused to touch his treacherous cock while he was alone and they were in his head.

“Scrub well,” said a voice from the doorway. “I want you to taste clean for me.”

“Get out,” Haldir said through clenched teeth, glaring at Rumil.

Rumil didn’t oblige, however. Instead, he took a few graceful steps forward. “It was not my idea, you know. Orophin suggested it. He said something about being weary of everyone complaining about your control issues—“

As Rumil approached, Haldir turned slightly, hoping his brother would not see his prominent erection. Gods, those lips had felt good on his skin—

“Yet I cannot deny that I wanted revenge as well. It was wrong of me,” Rumil’s seemed sincere, yet there was a look in his eyes that Haldir could not quite place. “I have come to beg you for forgiveness,” Rumil continued. As he said this, he unbuttoned his robe to reveal his fully nude, sculpted body. “Use me as you will.”

There was a moment of indecision on Haldir’s part as Rumil stepped into the tub. But sitting near the golden haired Elf, he could not help himself. He grabbed gold of Rumil, pulling him close and began ravaging his mouth. It was no mistake: these were the lips he had tasted of the night before.

It seemed like only seconds later that Rumil was leaning against the edge of the tub, a small gasp escaping his mouth as Haldir pushed two oiled fingers inside him. After a brief preparation Haldir coated his dick with the spice-scented oil and buried himself inside Rumil.

Haldir’s thrusts were long and forceful from the start. He hit Rumil’s sweet spot with every well-aimed stroke, making the younger Elf howl with pleasure.

“’Tis true, ‘tis true,” Rumil began to chant after his second orgasm.

“What’s true?”

“That you are the best lover on Arda.”

Haldir chuckled and began to pound even harder into the trembling Elf. He felt his own release building up inside of him. Sex felt so different on the receiving end, he realized. He would not go so far as to say it was better, but now he knew he would give as well as take—at least when he found the right person.

“Oh Rumil,” Haldir sighed as he collapsed on top of the other Elf, exhausted. “I forgive you—and thank you.”Rumil looked at Haldir questioningly, but a sound drew their attention to the doorway.

Orophin stood with his mouth gaping.

“Orophin,” said Rumil, suddenly acting very shy. “I was—I felt bad about what we did and I wanted to apologize to Haldir.” As he spoke, Rumil wrapped a towel around himself like an innocent maiden and rushed out of the bathroom.

Orophin turned his eyes on Haldir. “I agree,” he said. “We have wronged you. I would like to apologize as well.”

Tbc…..