Erestor's Gift
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Adult ++
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20
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chapter 19
Title: Erestor’s Gift (19/?)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Melpomaen
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: None, except for fluff.
Beta: Patricia – thank you lots!
Summary: Erestor is sure Glorfindel forgot his begetting day, Elrond meddles, and both the chief Councilor and Lord of Imladris find their heart’s desire.
Author’s Note: Not a part of my usual Erestor/Glorfindel universe.
~~ Mind speaking ~~
Chapter 19
~Back in the bath~
Melpomaen wailed and sank again onto his mate’s large shaft as Elrond thrust up and ran his tongue along the younger elf’s ear. His breath came in sobs, and as Elrond softly whispered of his love, Melpomaen felt emotions wash over him in waves. He loved Elrond so much his heart was nearly bursting, and he was loved in returned. His bonded was the wisest, most beautiful, most gentle elf in all of Arda. Tears streamed down his face as his body and mind were overwhelmed and infused with love.
Elrond’s eyes closed as he released tiny bursts of healing energy into his mate. He could feel the dampness of Melpomaen’s tears against his shoulder. Reaching out with his mind, he forged a link, and felt as the burden of grief and guilt left his little husband. Mel’s emotions thundered in Elrond’s mind through their link. Then from deep inside, he sent some of his light through their connection, strengthening his beloved. Focusing on their link, he allowed nothing in his mind but his feelings of love for Mel. His husband’s muscles clamped down around his hard shaft, and he filled Melpomaen with his seed.
Melpomaen screamed as his mind filled with Elrond’s love and his mate’s hot seed spilled out filling him deep within. His whole body seemed to convulse with bliss, and he felt as though he was falling. His fingers clutched at Elrond as his own climax was ripped out from deep inside, and creamy, hot fluid pulsed onto his stomach. And in his mind, loving words said, ~~I have you, beloved. I will not let you fall. You are safe in my arms, always.~~
~Meanwhile at the cottage~
Erestor was on his hands and knees, the pillow under his face stifling his wails of delight as Glorfindel thrust into him, striking his sweet spot over and over. ~~More! Harder!~~ he cried out in his mind, as his hands tore at the sheets below him and his teeth bit into the pillow. Glorfindel was so forceful, and yet so loving, and it was driving him insane with passion.
Glorfindel heard Erestor in his mind as he gripped the slighter elf’s hips and slammed his cock into his husband’s hot channel. His mate’s rounded, firm buttocks pushed back to meet his every thrust, and Glorfindel was nearly dizzy with delight, watching as his long shaft disappeared into his beautiful Erestor. He knew his fingers were leaving red marks on his gorgeous lover, but he gripped the hips more firmly and thrust harder. ~~Is this what you want, love? Do you like me slamming my long cock into you harder?~~
Erestor released a keening wail as he pushed back against Glorfindel. “Aye!” he cried out. “More!”
Glorfindel moved his hands along Erestor’s sides as he continued to thrust. He missed watching Erestor’s face in the throws of passion, but it was so enticing to be able to run his hands over the beautiful, firm body. His fingers roamed over hardened nipples, pulling on them and eliciting another wail from his enchanting husband. He moved his hands lower, briefly touching the heavy penis that slapped against the bed with every thrust. He cupped Erestor’s soft sac, rolling it between his fingers.
Erestor screamed as Glorfindel’s fingers encircled his sac, and he slammed his hips back as hard as he could onto his husband’s shaft. One hand kept caressing his sac as the other wrapped around his length and stroked, and Erestor was reduced to whimpering and sobbing into his pillow. A moment later he screamed again as his seed spurted out onto the sheets.
Glorfindel roared as Erestor’s muscles convulsed around his length, and his climax erupted deep within his mate. Panting he managed to roll onto his side and pull Erestor close against him, his still hard shaft buried deep in the pulsing channel. ~~Sweet Elbereth, love…never, ever, have I…Oh, Valar, I love you, Erestor. That was amazing. Oh, by all of Arda, you are so beautiful.~~
Erestor panted, trying desperately to regain his breath, thankful that Glorfindel’s arms grounded him. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t think. The only words he was capable of were, ~~Love you, love you, love you,~~ over and over.
~~Back at the Last Homely House~~
Elrond gently washed his little mate, then himself. He was exhausted. Using his healing powers on his beloved had drained him. “Mel, my love, I do not think I can move. I am so tired,” he said as they lay in the now cooling bath.
“Elrond? Love? Are you all right?” Melpomaen heard the exhaustion in his husband’s voice and looked up concerned. Realization suddenly struck him. His husband had used his healing powers on him. That was why he was feeling so good, and his husband was so drained. “Oh, my love, you should not have done that.”
“Of course I should have, beloved. You are my husband, and I love you. Kiss me?”
Melpomaen caressed Elrond’s face and kissed him lovingly. “I love you, my Elrond. Come, my dear one. It is my turn to care for you now.” He stood and stepped out of the bath, the held his hands out to help Elrond.
Elrond slowly stood and took Mel’s hands to steady himself as he stepped out of the bath, then slumped against his mate.
Melpomaen wrapped Elrond in a large towel and dried him quickly, then helped him into the bedroom. “Into the bed with you, my love. I will dry your hair once you are resting in bed.” After settling Elrond against the pillows, Mel ran into the bathroom for more towels, dried himself, and wrapped his hair up in another towel to keep it from dripping. He hurried back to the bed and smiled softly when he saw that Elrond had gone from sitting against the pillows to lying down, and was already deeply asleep. He scooted up on the bed and carefully toweled Elrond’s hair to remove the excess water. Once that was done, he toweled his own hair dry then tossed the towels in the general direction of the bathroom. After kissing Elrond’s lips softly, he curled up next to his mate, pulled him into his arms, and joined him in reverie.
Tbc….
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Melpomaen
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: None, except for fluff.
Beta: Patricia – thank you lots!
Summary: Erestor is sure Glorfindel forgot his begetting day, Elrond meddles, and both the chief Councilor and Lord of Imladris find their heart’s desire.
Author’s Note: Not a part of my usual Erestor/Glorfindel universe.
~~ Mind speaking ~~
Chapter 19
~Back in the bath~
Melpomaen wailed and sank again onto his mate’s large shaft as Elrond thrust up and ran his tongue along the younger elf’s ear. His breath came in sobs, and as Elrond softly whispered of his love, Melpomaen felt emotions wash over him in waves. He loved Elrond so much his heart was nearly bursting, and he was loved in returned. His bonded was the wisest, most beautiful, most gentle elf in all of Arda. Tears streamed down his face as his body and mind were overwhelmed and infused with love.
Elrond’s eyes closed as he released tiny bursts of healing energy into his mate. He could feel the dampness of Melpomaen’s tears against his shoulder. Reaching out with his mind, he forged a link, and felt as the burden of grief and guilt left his little husband. Mel’s emotions thundered in Elrond’s mind through their link. Then from deep inside, he sent some of his light through their connection, strengthening his beloved. Focusing on their link, he allowed nothing in his mind but his feelings of love for Mel. His husband’s muscles clamped down around his hard shaft, and he filled Melpomaen with his seed.
Melpomaen screamed as his mind filled with Elrond’s love and his mate’s hot seed spilled out filling him deep within. His whole body seemed to convulse with bliss, and he felt as though he was falling. His fingers clutched at Elrond as his own climax was ripped out from deep inside, and creamy, hot fluid pulsed onto his stomach. And in his mind, loving words said, ~~I have you, beloved. I will not let you fall. You are safe in my arms, always.~~
~Meanwhile at the cottage~
Erestor was on his hands and knees, the pillow under his face stifling his wails of delight as Glorfindel thrust into him, striking his sweet spot over and over. ~~More! Harder!~~ he cried out in his mind, as his hands tore at the sheets below him and his teeth bit into the pillow. Glorfindel was so forceful, and yet so loving, and it was driving him insane with passion.
Glorfindel heard Erestor in his mind as he gripped the slighter elf’s hips and slammed his cock into his husband’s hot channel. His mate’s rounded, firm buttocks pushed back to meet his every thrust, and Glorfindel was nearly dizzy with delight, watching as his long shaft disappeared into his beautiful Erestor. He knew his fingers were leaving red marks on his gorgeous lover, but he gripped the hips more firmly and thrust harder. ~~Is this what you want, love? Do you like me slamming my long cock into you harder?~~
Erestor released a keening wail as he pushed back against Glorfindel. “Aye!” he cried out. “More!”
Glorfindel moved his hands along Erestor’s sides as he continued to thrust. He missed watching Erestor’s face in the throws of passion, but it was so enticing to be able to run his hands over the beautiful, firm body. His fingers roamed over hardened nipples, pulling on them and eliciting another wail from his enchanting husband. He moved his hands lower, briefly touching the heavy penis that slapped against the bed with every thrust. He cupped Erestor’s soft sac, rolling it between his fingers.
Erestor screamed as Glorfindel’s fingers encircled his sac, and he slammed his hips back as hard as he could onto his husband’s shaft. One hand kept caressing his sac as the other wrapped around his length and stroked, and Erestor was reduced to whimpering and sobbing into his pillow. A moment later he screamed again as his seed spurted out onto the sheets.
Glorfindel roared as Erestor’s muscles convulsed around his length, and his climax erupted deep within his mate. Panting he managed to roll onto his side and pull Erestor close against him, his still hard shaft buried deep in the pulsing channel. ~~Sweet Elbereth, love…never, ever, have I…Oh, Valar, I love you, Erestor. That was amazing. Oh, by all of Arda, you are so beautiful.~~
Erestor panted, trying desperately to regain his breath, thankful that Glorfindel’s arms grounded him. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t think. The only words he was capable of were, ~~Love you, love you, love you,~~ over and over.
~~Back at the Last Homely House~~
Elrond gently washed his little mate, then himself. He was exhausted. Using his healing powers on his beloved had drained him. “Mel, my love, I do not think I can move. I am so tired,” he said as they lay in the now cooling bath.
“Elrond? Love? Are you all right?” Melpomaen heard the exhaustion in his husband’s voice and looked up concerned. Realization suddenly struck him. His husband had used his healing powers on him. That was why he was feeling so good, and his husband was so drained. “Oh, my love, you should not have done that.”
“Of course I should have, beloved. You are my husband, and I love you. Kiss me?”
Melpomaen caressed Elrond’s face and kissed him lovingly. “I love you, my Elrond. Come, my dear one. It is my turn to care for you now.” He stood and stepped out of the bath, the held his hands out to help Elrond.
Elrond slowly stood and took Mel’s hands to steady himself as he stepped out of the bath, then slumped against his mate.
Melpomaen wrapped Elrond in a large towel and dried him quickly, then helped him into the bedroom. “Into the bed with you, my love. I will dry your hair once you are resting in bed.” After settling Elrond against the pillows, Mel ran into the bathroom for more towels, dried himself, and wrapped his hair up in another towel to keep it from dripping. He hurried back to the bed and smiled softly when he saw that Elrond had gone from sitting against the pillows to lying down, and was already deeply asleep. He scooted up on the bed and carefully toweled Elrond’s hair to remove the excess water. Once that was done, he toweled his own hair dry then tossed the towels in the general direction of the bathroom. After kissing Elrond’s lips softly, he curled up next to his mate, pulled him into his arms, and joined him in reverie.
Tbc….