Anestel

Title: Anestel
Part: 26/?
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Warnings: mpreg, d/s,
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing with them and will give them back afterwards.

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"Come inside, and close the door behind you!"

Legolas smiled at Glorfindel's casual command, a quick, nervous smile, but managed to close the door and at the same time balance the bowl of fruits he was carrying with all of his usual grace.

"I thought you might be hungry!" he explained at Glorfindel's questioning glance. "You have been working for so long, and you did not even pause for lunch..."

"It is so late already?" Glorfindel was visibly startled when he look outside and found that the sun had indeed moved a great deal from the position it had been when he had first started his work on the translations. "Ah, it is good then that I have you to take care of me."

Legolas smiled, pleased with the response and the affection the words carried. Slowly he moved towards Glorfindel. He ignored the gesture which motioned for him to sit down on the desk in front of Glorfindel, instead he set the bowl down and slid into his lap, his arms wrapping around the Noldo's neck. He pressed some light, quick kisses against Glorfindel's throat, then looked up at him with a teasing light in his eyes. "Do you want me to take care of you, my Lord? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Are you trying to impress me, little one? I must admit that it works... what brought on this delightful change?"

Leglas blushed and pressed himself tightly against Glorfindel. He could feel the other elf's warmth, the strong, muscular body beneath the soft robe -- and also the hardness against his thigh which spoke of the success of his little plan. "I just want to please you, my Lord," he answered meekly and was answered with soft laughter.

"Oh yes, I believe that you want to please me -- especially with the punishment still waiting for you. But... I know you, pen-neth. There is something you aren't telling me. Do you want to tell me of your own free will or should I *make* you tell me?"

Legolas turned his face away, his heart beating faster. "I... no, I... just..."

"Or is it that you *want* me to make you talk? Hmm? Is that it? Do not worry, little one, that can be arranged, as that means that I will be very entertained..."

Legolas shook his head helplessly, and yet he couldn't look away from the eyes which held him captive with their dark promise of things to come. He had been stupid to believe that he could trick Glorfindel into something, the Noldo always seemed to look through anything he did like he was indeed able to read his thoughts. But nevertheless... he could not tell him, could he? It would probably just add to the punishment which was still looming on the horizon.

"I am sorry," he said dejectedly. "Please, I just wanted... wanted..."

"Yes?"

"Let me please you!" Legolas begged without shame, bowing his head in submission before he slipped down onto the floor to kneel there while he began to shower the insides of Glorfindel's thighs with passionate kisses which were slowly getting closer and closer to the growing bulge between Glorfindel's legs.

The golden-haired elf laughed with amused affection but let him continue. "Ah, you are sweet, little prince. So needy, so easily subdued... you *want* to be forced into submission! You'll soon learn to beg me for it..."

"Yes, please!" Legolas begged again, no longer caring about what he might look like. After all, there was not much honor left for him to defend... and he would gladly behave like a whore if that took Glorfindel's mind away from Legolas' strange behaviour and the promised punishment.
With closed eyes he licked at the stretched fabric, kissed and nuzzled until the damp fabric tasted of Glorfindel's arousal and the older elf growled impatiently.

"Up!" the Noldo ordered and then pushed Legolas down onto the desk, so that the youth's own hardness pressed uncomfortably against the edge of the desk while his buttocks were on display for Glorfindel's amusement. Legolas wriggled unhappily, trying to get more comfortable, but soon stopped that after a hard slap. Still he couldn't supress the embarrassed whimper that escaped him when Glorfindel pulled up his robe and left it bunched up around his waist.

"Oh, what have we here? What a naughty little prince..." Glorfindel chided when he saw that Legolas was completely naked under his robe. "Do you need me to take you so badly?"

"Please..." Legolas gasped and spread his legs without being told to, offering himself completely. He heard more of the soft, amused laughter and blushed as he realized that Glorfindel was able to see that he had obeyed his order to always keep himself oiled. This was... humiliating! More so than the actual task of oiling himself, because then at least he had been alone, but now...

"Very good!" Glorfindel drawled with a finger lightly brushing against his opening. "I see you have remembered what I told you... tell me, did you like it? I can just picture it, how you moaned on my bed when you pushed those long, slender fingers of yours into yourself, all alone and thinking of me, knowing that you prepare yourself for my pleasure... my wanton little prince, did you have to come to me because you could no longer bear it?"

Legolas sobbed. Glorfindel was right, at least partly... it had been strange to move like this, to always feel the evidence that he was just a plaything which could be used at any moment, and yet he had also been strangly aroused when he prepared himself. But how could he admit this?

"Please, use me for your pleasure, my Lord," he begged helplessly. Oh, there would never be any escape from this life, not after the things Glorfindel made him do... how could he ever look anybody into their eyes again after begging the Noldo for this?

"Do you want it? Do you want me?" Glorfindel asked and pressed his erection against the youth's firm backside. "Tell me, beg for it... do you want me to fill you again? I'll take you so hard that you won't be able to walk anymore, and yet tonight you'll beg me for more!"

"Yes! Yes, please!" Legolas sobbed. He tried to push back, to entice Glorfindel to finally stop talking and *do* something, but the Noldo seemed to have a plan of his own.

"Ahh, you're too eager!" he chided. "I will have to teach you patience... it is a good thing then that I wanted to play with you tonight and brought something with me!"

Legolas started when he heard the sound of a drawer being opened, but Glorfindel kept one hand on his neck and pressed him down so that he was unable to see what the Noldo was doing. And then he felt something being pushed inside him, something... different from what he had waited for. He yelped, startled, and tried to move away but he couldn't escape Glorfindel's grip, and more of whatever it was the older elf had brought with him was forced into him. It was hard and cool, and also... round, Legolas decided with a gasp of surprise as the strange object suddenly found its way completely into him.

"Shh, relax, little one..." Glorfindel purred. "You know you want this..."

Legolas only shook his head in silent protest, but he couldn't do anything but try to accept and surrender to whatever Glorfindel wanted to do to him. And the Noldo didn't seem to be finished yet, for another of the round objects was forced into him, stretching him uncomfortably and pushing the other ball even deeper inside him. Legolas sobbed softly, not because it hurt but because he was terrified. He had no idea what Glorfindel was doing to him, and yet he simply surrendered, wouldn't protest... and his erection which was growing even harder showed only too well that some twisted part of his mind was enjoying it. He was terrified because he realized that he was completely at the Noldo's mercy and his only hope was that the elf would know when to stop, that he wouldn't want to hurt him too much.

And so far, Glorfindel had been gentle with him -- at least he hadn't given him any lasting injuries, nothing apart from the soreness which had to be expected, Legolas told himself. Still he couldn't stop his body from trembling when more and more of those hard, round objects were pushed into him, stretching and filling him more deeply than anything he had felt before.

Finally Glorfindel stopped and took a few steps back. Legolas was still trembling and felt hot, feverish... he was sure that he was flushed and once more cursed his traitorous body. But he did not dare to move... he knew that Glorfindel would like to watch him like this, helpless, spread and filled, trembling for the older elf's touch. Surely Glorfindel would not leave him like this then, surely he would touch him, take him, dothinthing but leave him like this!

"You look good this way!" Glorfindel said softly and touched Legolas' back, felt the muscles tense and quiver beneath his hand. "There are five more balls left on the string. I want you to stay like this, silent and without movement, waiting for me until I return. If you don't obeyu'llu'll get to know what it feels like to have all of this inside you." He tugged gently at the string and Legolas groaned with helpless arousal. He did not want those strange wooden balls, he wanted Glorfindel, wanted to be taken by that hard, strong body, wanted to achieve release and be held in a warm embrace afterwards... but then he heard the door shut and knew that Glorfindel had gone and left him behind here in the library. The Sindar whimpered and began to cry. This was horrible... what if somebody came inside and found him like this? Legolas wished he had never started this, but now it was too late and Glorfindel was gone, and no matter how degrading this was, Legolas knew that he could not dare to disobey the Noldo's orders. He tried to relax as best as possible, but every movement, no matter how small, reminded him of what was inside his body, and finally he abandoned himself to crying miserably and hoping that Glorfindel would soon return and release him from this cruel torment.

tbc...