Teaching Haldir

Haldir was used to his father coming upon him during sexual acts, for the two often shared maidens as if they were goblets of fine wine, each drinking his fill and passing the cup to the other, but never had his father seen him with a male.

What would he think? Had his father ever. . .?

Haldir glanced up a Faer, who had twisted his head to see who had d ind interrupt them, dark green eyes glossed with a look of annoyance until they lighted upon the lithely muscled form Vhaelvyrn, his nearly waist length hair lifting in flowing strands of silver as he approached the couple, an air of supremely carnal confidence radiating from his naked form.

Faer heard the voice upon the breeze and immediately thought that Haldir had found his tongue rather quickly. Releasing the still throbbing organ, the dark elf followed the drawl of the sensuous purr and turned, the vision before him knocking him to his backside.

He should have been terribly infuriated by this most inconvenient intrusion, but he found himself unable to breathe let alone complain. Steps away and closing, stood the most magnificent elf that Faer had ever laid eyes upon, his well muscled and utterly naked body shimmering in the moonlight. Pale, luxuriant hair lifted across broad shoulders that were cloaked in crimson, and from Faer's position on the ground this creature utterly towered over him, unnerving the elf just a bit. Scrambling to his feet, Faer stood in front of Haldir in an awkward show of protection.

Finding his tongue he squeaked most oddly, sorry he had no weapon, and trembling just slightly. " State your business.”

“Oh, come now. Do calm yourself, young one,” Vhaelvyrn said smoothly, a low chuckle rising from his throat. “You seek to seduce my son and I simply cannot allow him to fall to your mercy so easily.”

Haldir touched Faer’s leg, the Gypsy Elf’s display of valor before his father warming him slightly. “It is all right, meleth. He is my father, March Warden of Lothlorien. He will not harm you.”

A myriad number of thoughts battled about in Faer’s mind, ranging from bolting the scene, visions of himself being skewered by a Galadhrim arrow, to falling to the ground and licking the pale flesh of this god until he had no skin left upon his tongue.

Haldir’s soft touch brought the Elf back to reality, as the words.

My father..... registered in Faer’s addled brain. Ha’s f’s father. . .March Warden?! Oh my. . .and very naked. . . Faer cocked his head.... and very . . .large. . .!

Stumbling over his words and glad that Haldir had his back, the dark elf covered himself modestly and proceeded to embarrass himself fully.

" Yes. . well sir. . .what can I do for you?"

Vhaelvyrn arched one eyebrow, arms folded most imposingly across his chest as the wind continued to rake its fingers through his silver hair.

“Sir?” Vhaelvyrn almost laughed. “Yes. . .yes, indeed!”

He came to stand before the couple and dropped to one knee beside Haldir who sat upon the grass, glancing up at Faer.

“Do join us, Dark One. There is something I need to discuss with my son. . . and you shall help me.”

Faer backed slightly as the March Warden approached, his impressive form even more glorious at closer inspection. The dark elf had thought him to be threatening, but stood surprised as the large elf, kneeled down beside his son and beckoned him to join them to discuss something.

Oh well , thought the Gypsy Elf, what could be so odd as the three of them stark naked having a discussion on the hillside . Indeed.

Despite his better judgement, and perhaps due to the irresistible scent rising off the March Warden, Faer sat down next to them, a look of utter confusion on his face.

Vhaelvyrn reached to stroke the dark skin of Faer’s cheek with the back of one hand. “My, but you are a lovely one,” he purred. “A most perfect choice for my son. Ah, Haldir,” he said, “I fear I must confess your lack of experience with males to this beauty so that he shall know of my intent.”

Although slightly embarrassed by his father’s abrupt broaching of the subject, Haldir did not object, for never would the March Warden do anything to break his pride, for he had always sought to make it equal to that of his own, a most daunting task.

“I am called Vhaelvyrn,” the March Warden said to the still wary Faer, rolling the “r” sound of his name with his tongue in a most pleasant manner. “And you are....?”


Faer swallowed, the heat of the Elf’s touch making him shiver. Indeed, the Dark Elf had assumed that Haldir was not experienced in this type of lovemaking, but he expected that he would just take it slowly. Faer then looked over to Haldir, who shifted a bit nervously, but was somehow not visibly taken aback by his father's intimate declaration.

Vhael..........

Faer swallowed again, and took in a shaky breath, even his name was seductive.

" Faer," the Gypsy Elf tried to hold the March Wardens gaze. “I am Faer.”

“Ah, Faerrrrrr,” Vhaelvyrn repeated, his voice a silken rumble. “What a lovely name. You shall help me teach my son what it means to pleasure a male properly, lirimaer,” he said, trailing a finger down the dusky skin of Faer’s chest. “I do think you will find me to be an. . . excellent teacher. . .”

Vhaelvyrn let the cloak fall from his shoulders, nudging it aside with his foot as he stroked Faer’s jaw line with the tip of one finger, raking the soft flesh gently with his nail.

“Come to me. . .Faer,” he commanded, cupping the Dark Elf’s chin, his voice low and seductively vibrant.

Faer could not move, his breath had caught in his chest, and he struggled to not to let his mouth gape at what the March Warden was suggesting.

His mind told him back away, but his body was betraying him, pushing down all rational thought, responding to the Elf touch with tingling desire.

A firm, but gentle hand, cupped his face drawing him forward and Faer had not the presence of mind or body to resist.
“Mmm. . . very good,” Vhaelvyrn breathed huskily into the young Elf’s ear, feeling him shudder beneath his touch. “Let us see how you taste, shall we?”

Vhaelvyrn slipped his tongue between Faer’s lips with a wickedly taunting swipe, seducing his mouth with a generously brazen kiss, wresting a quivering moan from the Dark Elf. As Faer leaned eagerly into the kiss, Vhaelvyrn pulled away, smiling with a suggestively lofty sneer.

“Ah, very nice,” he said, “very nice, indeed. Haldir?”

“Yes?” Haldir asked, feeling his lust rise from watching his father and his lover.

“You must make him beg for your touch as you have yearned for his.” Vhaelvyrn leaned forward, silvery tresses shining in the glimmering moonlight and tipped Haldir’s chin to his gaze. “Let me show you, my son,” he purred, his tongue sliding wickedly between his slightly parted lips. “Kiss me. . .”

Haldir eyed his father warily for only a moment, but found that he could not resist the command any more than he could resist Faer’s mouth upon his arousal. Slowly, he brought his lips to Vhaelvyrn’s mouth, and nearly gasped as the March Warden began to probe his mouth with his tongue in a seductively teasing dance, softly at first. . .and then demanding a response. Haldir moaned softly and Vhaelvyrn slid his hand beneath the thick mane of hair, leaning Haldir back further still, tasting the sweet innocence of his son’s mouth, guiding every movement of his lips with practiced ease.

His hand curled around Haldir’s softened member and the organ suddenly hardened within his grasp as Vhaelvyrn thumbed the ridge beneath the tip with hard little persistent flicks. He grasped the base of the shaft, gathering within his hand the soft flesh of Haldir’s scrotum and stroking, fingers rolling nimbly over the rounded masses contained there.

Haldir groaned openly, for the touch of his father’s hand upon him was easily the most exquisite torture he had ever known. The swell of need rose quickly within him once again, and his hips shifted against Vhaelvyrn’s fondling grip, arching upward with each lurid caress of his fingers.

Suddenly, Vhaelvyrn released his lips and Haldir was left dazed and panting, feeling as if his father had suctioned the desire upward into his chest where it burned and flared brilliantly.

Vhaelvyrn smiled crookedly, noting with satisfaction that his touch had elicited the desired response. He motioned to Faer who had been watching with wide eyed disbelief mixed with ardent lust.

“And now. . .show him what havehave learned, my son.”

Haldir nodded, a devious grin spreading over his lips as he crept upon hands and knees to Faer, hips slinking seductively with each movement, pushing the Dark Elf into the grass with one hand and climbing atop of the lean body.

He gazed deeply into the fresh greenery of Faer’s eyes, bringing his face closer. . .closer. . .until the tip of his nose nearly touched that of the Gypsy Elf, his breath warm upon Faer’s cheek, golden hair falling in a flaxen curtain around Faer’s still startled visage.

He nibbled the Elf’s chin. . . nuzzled his pointed ear. . .nipped the lobe gently and traced a heated path up and down his neck with his hot tongue, feeling Faer suddenly shudder from his touch as he had from that of his father. Leaning closer still, he teased Faer’s lips open with a flick of his tongue and pressed his mouth to that of the Dark Elf in a breath-stealing kiss.

Haldir’s breath upon his face, and the desire that burned clearly within the Elf’s eyes, set Faer's blood to pound within his ears, Never before had he felt this taken by mere touch.

Surrendering to the Elf’s heated tongue, Faer rested his hands upon Haldir's hips in an attempt to pull him closer to his growing need, shuddering at the desire that spiraled up from his groin.
Soft lips claimed his own, the flesh still tingling from Vhaelvyrn’s previously ardent touch, and Faer melted completely into the kiss, his lips pulling at Haldir’s in an attempt to draw him closer, but Haldir released him and withdrew, licking the taste of the Dark Elf from his lips.

“Impressive,” Vhaelvyrn said, smiling with approval. “And now, my son. . . do to his elfhood that which you did with his lips.”

Haldir needed no further urging as he slid his fingers over Faer’s arousal, grasping him gently yet firmly as he bent his head, nibbling the underside of Faer’s swollen shaft teasingly before slipping his lips over the swollen flesh, swirling his tongue around the head as Faer had done to him.

Faer leaned forward as Haldir withdrew his lips, his breathing ragged, his mouth and body begging for more. Before the panting elf could verbalize his desire, Haldir, at his father's instruction wrapped his fingers around the Gypsy’s throbbing erection, the once timid fingerw fiw firm and confident in their embrace. Faer's hips thrust forward as warm lips traveled his swollen shaft, taking the length into a warm cave of pleasure. Faer hand flew forward to tangle in the pale hair that draped his belly, guiding the Elf’s bobbing head with his movement. A shuddering moan escaped the Gypsy’s lips as Haldir’s tongue bathed his erection with flickering variety, teasing him, and pleasuring him to higher plateaus of desire.

"Ayia....... meleth nin.....aniron......."

Faer squeezed his eyes tightly, his hips rising to meet each slide of Haldir’s supple mouth, his movement becoming less controlled with each pass of the Elf’s lips.

Vhaelvyrn tapped his son’s shoulder lightly and Haldir paused, glancing over his shoulder. The March Warden held up his hand in a signal to stop, his lip curving into a devious half-smile. Haldir cast him a curious gaze, for he was certain if he had continued, the Dark Elf would have shortly reached a shuddering climax.

Moving towards Faer, Vhaelvyrn gently nudged Haldir aside and climbed atop the Gypsy Elf, rubbing his own heated arousal against Faer’s thigh and nuzzling his neck.

“My son gives you pleasure, yes?” Vhaelvyrn murmured, giving Faer’s ear a sharp nip.

Faer shuddered and arched his back trying to maintain contact as the cool breeze replaced the warm undulating mouth of the young Elf. Wincing at the sudden withdrawal, Faer opened heavy lidded eyes expecting see the fair visage of Haldir hovering over him. In his stead was the March Warden himself, his erection pressed tightly to Faer's leg, his long, unbound silver hair framing chiseled features. Faer rolled his head against the grass as soft lips and warm breath teased at his ear, culminating in sharp pleasure as teeth bit into his tender flesh.

Pleasure...? Oh by Elbereth. . .! Yes!

Faer managed only a few breathy words through ragged breaths. "Aye, yes. . .such pleasure. . ."

“Mmm. . . so very pretty,” Vhaelvyrn purred, stroking Faer’s cheek with the back of one hand, the other wrapping around the Gypsy Elf’s still slick hardness, stroking him with a twisting motion of his wrist, rubbing the swollen tip between his fingers. “My, but you are ready, are you not?” Vhaelvyrn chuckled, plunging his tongue between Faer’s parted lips briefly, teasingly, before rolling away. “Haldir. . .” he called, “bring me that oil I gave you.”

Haldir picked up his sword belt, which had been discarded earlier and withdrew the small vial of amber oil, passing it to his father.

“Come here, my son. . .let me ready you, for we do not want to injure this dark beauty. The only cries we wish to hear shall be those of lust and not of pain,” Vhaelvyrn said as Haldir came to kneel before him once more.

“Relax, my son. . .you shall enjoy this,” Vhaelvyrn said, palming a generous portion of the warmly scented oil and rubbing it between his hands.

Gently, he grasped Haldir’s erection within his hands and began to slicken the throbbing flesh with slow, deliberate strokes, rolling Haldir’s hardness between his palms, causing him to groan involuntarily.

Vhaelvyrn wound one hand into the soft, silvery flaxen of Haldir’s hair and pulled his son towards him, kissing him once more with smoldering sensuality, eliciting a delicious shiver from the young elf.

Faer watched with lust filled eyes as Vhaelvyrn ran his hands over Haldir’s erection, slickening the hardened shaft until it glistened in the moonlight, the March Warden teasing and stroking his son until he moaned with pleasure.


“Ah, my son. . . how wonderfully hard you make me,” Vhaelvyrn breathed, releasing Haldir from his grasp. “You shall make that one cry out your name with such sweet pleasure, Ithil Herself will be envious of your coupling.”

The sight of this father and son being so intimate should have caused Faer to turn away, but the touch was so sensuous and natural, and so very erotic that the gypsy was unable to tear his eyes away , his own hand slipping between his legs to assuage his desperate need to be touched.

Vhaelvyrn then turned to Faer and smiled deviously. “On your knees, lirimaer,” he commanded.

As if in a dream, Faer followed Vhaelvyrn’s instructions, turning over and pulling himself to his hands and knees, his erectionobbiobbing against his belly in anticipation of the pleasure sure to come.

“Mount him,” Vhaelvyrn said to Haldir.

Haldir need not have had the encouragement, for he desperately desired this Dark Elf in ways he could have never imagined. Grasping Faer’s hips, Haldir pulled the rounded smoothness of the other’s buttocks to him, rubbing the oiled slickness of his erection between them.

“Take him slowly, my son. Allow him to recognize the feel of you and grasp it, for you are. . .quite a bit to take too quickly,” Vhaelvyrn chuckled, stroking himself with a smile. Haldir had not only inherited his handsome features, but other rather impressive assets as well.

Haldir eased the tip of his erection slowly into the Gypsy Elf, feeling the hot tightness wrap instantly around his flesh in a grip far more snug than that of any maiden he had ever known.

Faer shuddered involuntarily as the tip of Haldir’s slickened arousal pressed against his entrance. Swaying on his hands and knees, the Gypsy Elf grasped tufts of greening grass in his fists in an effort not to lean back and impale himself upon the Elf’s shaft. Slowly and with care he was breached, the feel of Haldir’s desire filling him sending twinges of pre orgasmic pleasure pulsing through his body. Faer closed his eyes as Haldir found a slow rhythm, the exquisite friction undoing him quickly.

“Ah, good. . .” Vhaelvyrn’s voice rumbled near Haldir’s his ear.

The March Warden crept to Faer once more, leaving Haldir to his own devices and smiled provocatively, arching one silvered eyebrow impishly. He rolled onto his back in the grass beneath Faer’s chin, licking the curve of the young elf’s jaw line as he did so.

“Kiss me,” Vhaelvyrn said coyly.

A seductive purr from below drew the Dark elf’s attention and opening his eyes he found himself poised above Vhaelvyrn, his own eyes pools of desire.

Kiss me. . .

Faer needed only to hear those words once before abandoning his mouth to the sensuous delight that was the March Warden, his mouth working in a tandem rhythm with his hips, lost in the pleasure that father and son were bestowing upon him.

Vhaelvyrn broke the kiss abruptly, and then, catching and holding Faer’s gaze with a deviantly sly grin, he slid in a serpentine motion until he was partially beneath the Dark Elf, his mane of silver hair brushing Faer’s belly, the tip of his arousal slapping demandingly against Faer’s chin as he snaked downward.

He grasped the Elf’s quivering hardness and closed his lips over the weeping shaft, sucking his entire length into his mouth in a powerful pull.

Faer’s mouth was abandoned again, a game he was quite getting used to and very much enjoying, Opening his glittering eyes, the Gypsy moved his hips back against Haldir, his gaze never leaving Vhaelvyrn, allowing the older Elf a chance to see how much he enjoyed what his son was doing to him.

The March Warden slipped past his line of sight, snaking his way to a destination that Faer could only dream of. The Dark Elf gasped as a hot mouth took in his entire arousal , mastering him with such control that he was barely able to hold himself upright from the sensation. His mouth agape, the tip of Vhaelvyrn’s own hardened prowess pushed against his lips, and Faer took it greedily into his mouth working the turgid flesh with an eager tongue, suckling and nipping at the tender skin with increasing pressure and speed, his own body filled to bursting ,poised upon the edge of the abyss of ecstasy, but wanting , needing to take both his lovers with him .

“Aaaahh. . . yessss. . .” Vhaelvyrn breathed, flicking his tongue like an excited serpent over Faer’s hardness while arching his hips up to the warm mouth that sought to drink his essence. “Suck me, lirimaer,” he growled, thrusting into the young elf’s intimate kiss.

Hearing his father’s demanding intent only increased his excitement. Haldir’s vision had become a blur, so lost was he in the intoxicating heat of Faer’s body as it wrapped his arousal in its potently inebriating grip. He drove deeper into the Dark Elf with every thrust, his body shuddering and begging for release.

“Ah. . .aaaniirrron,” he breathed, fairly quivering with tension, unable to hold back for much longer.

Faer was lost in the sensation as Haldir drove himself further into his body, and he responded by thrusting back with equal force, a vessel needing to filled.

Vhaelvyrn’s hips came up to meet each pull of Faer’s mouth and the Elf doubled his efforts, taking the March Wardens arousal deep in to his throat before letting his tongue spiral to the tip only to dip again grazing teeth along the throbbing hardness.

Haldir’s whimpers of passion washed over Faer tightening the coil in groin to the point of breaking and with a guttural moan of surrendered pleasure, the dark elf allowed the pulsing hot sweetness of his release to overtake his control, jerking his hips closer to Vhaelvyrn's suckling mouth. His orgasm rushing forward and pounding through his veins with such intensity that he lost the ability to see or hear anything except his own scream of pleasure.

As Faer’s lusty cry rent the air, Vhaelvyrn swallowed the fruits of his labor eagerly, feeling his own release drawing every closer as the Gypsy Elf continued to stoke Vhaelvyrn’s passion with the fiery caress of his warm tongue. He could hear Haldir’s breath quickening to raging pant, could smell the heady scent of desire rising from his son’s sweating body, sensing the pinnacle of pleasure that threatened to sweep over them both. Vhaelvyrn threw his head back with a moan, arching his lithe body with the searing build of liquid fire roiling within his loins. He reached out to Haldir with his mind, locking into his son’s rising fervency, his body thrumming with excited tension as Haldir unleashed his passion with a strangled groan of ecstasy, body convulsing and shuddering, sending Vhaelvyrn tumbling into the abyss of shared regalement, his own voice singing out above that of his sona pra primally lustful cry of release.

Faer collapsed onto Vhael and and Haldir atop of Faer, the trio spent and panting, a tangle of dark of and light amongst the verdant carpet of the hillside.

Vhaelvyrn slipped from beneath the panting Gypsy Elf and placed a gentle kiss upon his son’s lips.

“Lay with your lover, my son. Hold him until the sun rises, for never again shall you have this moment for you own,” Vhaelvyrn said, stroking the silken paleness of Haldir’s hair with one hand.

He had then slipped away into darkness with a rustle of crimson, leaving Haldir and Faer to bask in the afterglow of the experience. . .and of each other.