Whats New PussyCat?

Setting the kitten upon the floor, Haldir brushed at the plushy black hair that clung to his tunic and glanced to his miserably sniffling mate who had now managed to calm himself long enough to actually sip the water from the goblet he held between his slender hands. The room had suddenly grown very warm. That curiously forceful sound rocked Glorfindel’s body much in same manner as it did when Haldir pleasured him in the most carnal of ways. How very curious. Curious indeed. . .
Unable to resist the rather ludicrous urge that swept over him, Haldir suddenly took the cup from his lover’s hands and set it beside the chair. A seductively wicked grin parted his lips and he slid onto Glorfindel’s lap, straddling the golden Lord with suggestive wiggle of his backside.

“Forgive me, meleth. . . but I must kiss you. . .” Haldir murmured, “now. . .”

Before Glorfindel could protest, Haldir cupped his face in his hands and pressed his lips to that of his lover in a sensually ardent kiss, suddenly wanting to devour his mate with his mouth.

Glorfindel moaned in spite of himself and wound his arms around Haldir’s muscular frame, anchoring the March Warden to his lap with both hands upon the archer’s subtly shifting hips.

Feredir gasped at the sight of Haldir openly seducing his mate after the heinous fit of involuntary outbursts the golden Lord had emitted. Did the March Warden not know what such acts meant? He had best be enlightened. . .and quickly!

“Noooo, Haldir!” Feredir shouted, wrapping his arms around the Galadhrim’s waist and jerking him from Glorfindel’s steadily melting embrace. “You must not! His evil shall pass to you!”

Haldir tumbled from the chair, knocking Feredir upon the ground once more in rumpled heap of frantic black fabric. Rolling atop of the Gypsy, Haldir gripped his collar and practically shook him senseless, teeth bared in a menacingly irritated snarl.

“Idiot!” he hissed, “what in Elbereth’s name has gotten into you?!”

Feredir merely looked confused, his light green eyes registering intense bewilderment. “The sneeze, Haldir. . .” he said simply.

“The. . .what?” Haldir growled, resisting the urge to rattle the dark elf’s teeth by shaking him again.

“It opens a window into your soul for which evil can pass through!” Feredir exclaimed, unperturbed by Haldir’s violent throttling of his person. “Do you not know this?”

“Ludicrous prattle!” Haldir snarled. “And I am a Balrog’s arse!”

“But it is true!” Feredir protested. Then, glaring at the now sleeping kitten he pointed and snorted self-righteously. “You see! I try to tell you what mischief this raug-um can inflict, but do you listen to Feredir? Nooooo!”

Haldir growled. “You are blaming Glorfindel’s condition. . .on her?”

“And I suppose you have a better explanation for it?” Feredir smirked triumphantly when the look upon Haldir’s face spoke that he did not, in fact, have one.

Haldir glanced quickly back to Glorfindel who was leaning over in the chair, his hair falling like a flaxen curtain around his ruddy cheeks. The alleged demon was awake and scootching across the floor ,wriggling her backside and stalking the golden Lords wafting tresses as they danced on the light breeze. Apart from the puffiness and the occasional wet sniffle, the golden Lord seemed quite unharmed. In fact , mused Haldir, absently rolling his hips over the gypsy’s, he seemed quite alluring.

"Bah!!...." dismissed Haldir with a toss of his silver hair, " I will not be taken by this gypsy absurdity. A tale meant to frighten elflings, that is all !"

Feredir struggled under the March Wardens weight, the idea of being on the floor with the creature making him nervous. It mattered not to him if the pair of them wanted to flirt with certain death, but he was having no part of it.

Haldir moaned indecently as the gypsy wriggled beneath him. This whole situation had quite sparked his .......enthusiasm. Grabbing Feredir by the hands, he pinned them above his head and with a lewd smirk, thrust his hips forward, rocking them suggestively with rising interest.

"Mmmmm, Feredir.......keep struggling," the aroused March Warden growled as he leaned forward to claim the near frantic Elf’s lips.

Feredir’s eyes darted nervously to the prowling raug-um, even as Haldir pressed him further against his awakened appetite. The creature had turned its attention to something blocked from his view and the gypsy strained to identify the source of the evil ones attention. So engaged was he in keeping track the horror's whereabouts, he failed to notice that the hungry March Warden had loosened the laces of his breeches, his nimble fingers deftly flicking the thongs from their stays in hasty divestment.

" Mmmmmm, Haldir..............!" Feredir mumbled against the Elf’s plundering mouth. “Haaaaaaaaalllldir…….!!!" The Gypsy’s eyes widened in panic as the kitten waggled back and forth, ready to pounce.

"Ohhhhh, yesssss....." Haldir purred against the squirming Elf’s lips, " Call my name....I like that......."

Glorfindel raised his brows at Haldir’s bold seduction. He was not complaining in the least, for he found the sight quite entertaining ,despite his miserable countenance. Small threads of dark fur wafted before him, stirred by the breeze, and he swatted at the annoying strands as they tickled his nose in a most aggravating manner. Unfortunately, the errant buffeting of the ebon irritants did nothing but force them further up his swollen nose. Shaking his head , he tried to clear the tickling tendrils to no avail, and before he could brace himself , another forceful discharge of watery air misted the room.

The sudden clamorous blast sent the pouncing kitten into a fit of terror, its tiny body puffing up to twice it size, its mouth open in a hissing screech as it landed unceremoniously between the gypsy’s legs.

Sheer horror crept into Feredir’s eyes as the tiny death demon seemingly lunged at his most intimate locations, its teeth bared and a feral scream upon its curled lips.

Sharp pricks of pain ripped through his lower extremities as he visualized the voracious beast severing his member from his body. With strength borne of desperation, Feredir bucked his hips violently, loosing the creatures hold on his stinging organ.

Haldir moaned and writhed against the undulating gypsy, his passion growing with every struggling movement. He had not quite expected the disgruntled Elf to be so accommodating, and was quite deliciously pleased at his obvious change of attitude.

In the back of his passion soaked mind he heard Glorfindel again expel the most fascinating sound, the golden Lord evidently enjoying the gypsy’s unabashed wantonness as much as he.

Frightened beyond reason, the tiny kitten scrambled for the nearest available handhold and locked on with violent urgency to the swinging silver braid that dangled conveniently from the March Warden’s head.

“By Elbereth!” he shouted with a grunt as the kitten sank her claws into his scalp.

“You see!” Feredir cried. “It shall scratch out your eyes and feast on the sightless sockets!”

Haldir cursed violently in Elvish, snatching the spitting kitten from his skull, frantically shaking her to loosen the hold upon his pale hair.

“Do shut up, Feredir! It is your nonsense that has frightened her so in the first place!” Haldir winced as several silver hairs still in the kitten’s possession were ripped from his head.

After several long moments of what was beginning to feel like useless struggle, Haldir unhooked the tiny claws from the last of his severely ruffled tresses and cradled her against him once more, kissing the top of her head.

“Do not fear, morier,” he crooned, rising at last from the struggling Feredir. “He shall not harm you with his nonsense.”

He strolled over to Glorfindel’s spacious bed where he deposited the kitten upon one fluffy pillow where she curled rather fearfully. No, she would simply run amuck once more if he left her there. Glancing about, he spied a rather deep chest laden with extra linens. That would suffice. Scooping the blankets from their resting place, he set them upon the bed, leaving only one to line the bottom. After plucking the protesting kitten from her new pallet, he set her carefully inside the chest. Its walls were far too high for the young feline to scale nor did she seem to wish to do so, but rather became a ball of fur once more, content at least for the moment.

Turning his attention back to Glorfindel, Haldir sauntered over to where his lover sat in a rather miserably slumped heap of disheveled gold.

“Poor meleth,” Haldir crooned silkily, straddling his lover once more and planting a gentle kiss upon the swollenly pliant lips. “Oh, but you are endearing. . .”

Unable to resist the vulnerable state of the golden Lord, Haldir tipped the elf’s face to his own and kissed him with thorough fervency, one hand upon the wall behind the chair. Thank the Valar for that. . .or he may have tipped them both over with his eager ardor. How he suddenly wanted to ravish his mate right there upon that very chair! The hardness of his ever-growing arousal pressed easily through both his breeches and tunic, rubbing suggestively against Glorfindel stomach, begging for release from the confines of the soft leather that encased it.

“I do not know what has come over me,” Haldir panted, kissing the soft lips in between heated words.

Feredir picked himself up off the floor, dusting himself off and straightening his scarf yet again. Glancing over towards the enamored pair he made a clicking sound with his tongue and rubbed his groin irritably. Haldir would not listen, far be it from him try and save his life.


Despite his annoyance, the gypsy found he could not take his eyes off the groping lovers. He had not been a part of their lives for very long, but what he had shared to this point made this scene quite arousing. Haldir worshipped this golden creature with his whole being, not just with his hands or his mouth, but with his soul.

One could not help but notice the gentle but demanding way in which he took Glorfindel, his body moving in perfect harmony with his mates, his lips giving and taking in a synchronized dance, started long before either was ever conceived.

Absently, Feredir stoked himself , his hips matching Haldir’s movement of their own accord. A strangely detached guttural moan from deep within his chest roused him form his fantasy and he all but slapped his hand away, pinching his arm with such vehemence that it left a purple welt.

" Aye... you silly gypsy, its nothing but a ploy , a distraction to get you to offer yourself freely to the evil one..." Feredir grumbled loudly to himself as crossed the room. Passing the chest that contained the sleeping kitten , he strained his neck, his curiosity winning out over his better judgment.

Slowly he reached out to stroke the soft fur, mesmerized by the kittens sighing breaths, its tiny chest rising and falling with every inspiration. Slowly his finger drew closer to the rumbling ball of ebon softness, but misjudging the distance, he tumbled forward poking the kitten quick heartily, its shrieking setting him to dance atop the coverlet in heart pounding panic.

Haldir snaked his hands beneath Glorfindel’s tunic, the rolling growl of pleasure and the throbbing bulge in the golden Lords breeches assuring him that the passion was indeed shared.

" Mmmmmm. meleth....I think I will have to take you right here in this chair," he purred as he slid the edges of Glorfindel's tunic up over his head.

Flopping down on the bed so hard that the pallet practically touched the floor, the gypsy gave the March Warden his best haughty glare. “You know nothing, Haldir. I am giving up on you and on this talking.”

The March Warden arched a brow. “Pardon me for a moment,” Haldir said, kissing Glorfindel upon the lips briefly.

With a suggestive slide of his hips, he shimmied from Glorfindel’s lap and crossed the distance that separated the chair and the bed. Sitting beside the disgruntled Gypsy, Haldir placed a finger beneath his chin, tilting Feredir’s face to his own. So oddly alike in physicality they were, yet so vastly different in persona.

“You are genuinely afraid, are you not?” Haldir asked, stroking the dark cheek with the back of one hand gently.

“Do you think I act this way to put on a show for you?” Feredir grumbled crossly, casting Haldir a rather soured glare from where he lay, his gaze fixing on the ceiling once more.

“I am sorry, lirimaer. . .” Haldir said, a kindly affectionate smile curving his lips. “But you are amusing to me with your odd superstitions.”

“Were you not such a charming bastard, I would have been kicking your arse all over this room for your mocking words,” Feredir informed him.

“Kicking my arse, eh?” Haldir chuckled. “Now, now. . .that isn’t very nice, Feredir.”

“I have something nice for you,” Feredir smirked, grabbing Haldir by the collar of his tunic and pulling the March Warden suddenly upon his chest.