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Chapter 2

Legolas followed as he was led up the familiar stairway again and into what appeared to be the Lord’s private chambers. The guards opened the double doors, letting the Prince inside. As he had suspected, it was Celeborn’s bedroom, though the Lord himself did not appear to be present. Legolas examined his surroundings. His heart tightened as he remembered his own room in his father’s palace. He touched the rich, silky material on the bed sighsighed. It’s been so long since he had enjoyed such comforts. He moved to sit down on it, but then decided it would be more appropriate to sit in one of the chairs; this was not his own room after all.

Absorbed in his thoughts, he nearly jumped when the doors opened again. Celeborn strode in, still wearing the same burgundy and gold attire he appeared in at the feast. Legolas’ heart jumped in his throat as he remembered where he was. He stood teet eet the Lord of the Wood “Prince Legolas of Mirkwood…finally, I have you all to myself.” He started as he moved to stand in front of the young prince who felt like he should say something, but couldn’t find any words so he remained silent. “You are, by far, the most gorgeous elf I’d ever seen…” he stated, as he looked the Prince up and down, indiscreetly. “But let us get straight to the point. Will you stay with me this night?”
Instantly, Rúmil’s word came rushing through the young elf’s head, ‘Being a prince, you have the right to decline.’ He grinned, “I’d love to.”

“Have you ever made love, Legolas?”

“Nay,” answered the prince, timidly. Celeborn hid a feral grin. He loved virgins. The thought of possessing another in a way no other had done before never failed to delight him. He leaned in slowly, only slightly brushing his lips against the Prince’s at first, then pressing harder before slipping his tongue between the parted lips. He explored the mouth huly, ly, making its owner moan with desire. The Mirkwood elf turned to pudding when he felt hot breath against his neck and a slick tongue sliding from his collarbone up to his ear.

“Do you want this?” the feel of the Lord’s breath against his ear made Legolas shudder.

“Ai.”

Celeborn continued to play with the young elf’s ear before placing his hands on his shoulders to push him down to his knees. Legolas was face to face with an intimidating bulge and he looked up at his lover’s face, not sure what it was, exactly, that he was supposed to do. His hand was taken and placed on the bump in the other’s leggings, encouraging him to rub it. He did so. Remembering his own activities earlier during the day, he started to undo the leggings, looking up at Celeborn for permission. Seeing no protest he continued to pull them down. He took the hard rod in his hand and began to stroke, admiring the size. He had no idea what was coming and why he would later wish it were smaller. Occasionally he would stop moving his hand up and down to massage the tip with his thumb, earning a moan from the Lord’s lips.

“Ai!....Lick it! Suck it….,” cried Celeborn. He needed to feel that mouth on his cock.
Legolas brought it to his lips, tasting it carefully. He imagined it would be nasty, but in
fact he found it quite delicious and lovingly began to lick it clean. He took it
deep into his mouth and back out, swirling his tongue around the tip as he did. He looked up at his lover whose eyes were closed and whose breath was becoming more ragged by the second. Legolas could not believe that this magnificent elf was letting him do this…

He continued to suck, attentively, as he prepared to swallow the seed that he suspected would shoot in his mouth at any moment. The elf-Lord pulled out and commanded him to stand up.

“Does it not please you, my Lord?” the young voice quivered.

“Oh it does…. Undress for me.”

The young elf hesitated for a moment. He would feel very self-conscious undressing for someone as they watched, but he would do anything for Celeborn and so he obeyed, slowly removing one item of clothing after another. The Lord of the Woods’ eyes grew
more hungry with every passing second. He could not wait to ravage the body of the Prince of Mirkwood. Yes, he had often done so with his servants and border guards, and occasionally with some of higher status, but this was something else.

“Do you like what you see?” asked Legolas, feeling uncomfortable standing naked under the Lord’s scrutiny.

“You’re beautiful.” Celeborn answered as he took the young Prince in his arms and began placing kisses down the front of his neck and down his chest. Legolas groaned as his nipple was licked and nibbled. He never noticed how they had come so close to the bed…
“Turn around and bend over,” the Lord commanded as he motioned towards the bed with his hand.

“W…why?”

“You’ll see.”

Legolas did as he was told, turning his head around to watch as Celeborn picked up a small bottle of oil from the night stand. He poured some of it onto his hand and covered his cock with it.

“This might hurt a little at first, but when the pain fades you’ll love it…”

Legolas nodded, his heart pounding with fear and anticipation. The hard, slippery flesh was pressed against his tight opening. “Just relax,” Celeborn soothed as he began to push, slowly inside. Legolas clenched the bed sheets and bit his lip. This didn’t hurt a little, it was just about the worst pain he’d ever felt. Still, he managed to keep from voicing his discomfort as the thick rod continued to push inside him, tearing him as it went. Once it was fully inside he felt Celeborn’s lips against his ear whispering comforting words as he continued to quiver from the pain.

Legolas felt as if his entire lower body was on fire as the elf inside him began to slide in and out. Fortunately, the pain gradually faded to a dull ache and he began to feel pleasure as his sweet spot was brushed against again and again. He moaned at the feeling of fullness inside him. The pain became worse again as Celeborn thrust faster and harder, but Legolas tried to ignore it by focusing on the pleasure. He reached between himself and the silky sheets to grab hold of his throbbing flesh and stroked it to the rhythm his body was pushed into. He came quickly, moaning with pain and bliss much greater than what he had experienced earlier that day.

The other elf withdrew only to change positions, laying down on the bed and ordering his lover to sit on top. Legolas was unhappy that it was not over yet. Despite how good it had been, he felt he couldn’t take any more pain. He was also uncomfortable with being on top, having had so little experience, but he didn’t complain. Perhaps this way he could control the movements and it wouldn’t hurt so much. He crawled on top of the other body, placing the tip of Celeborn’s rock hard cock at his entrance, taking it in ever so slowly, trying to cause himself as little pain as possible. Losing his patience, however, the older elf grabbed Legolas by the hips and slammed him down. The Prince’s face twisted and he clenched his fists so tight his nails cut the skin of his palms. Celeborn gave him no time to adjust before pounding furiously into the tight, sore opening. “Stop, you’re hurting me!” cried Legolas as tears streamed down his fair face.

“Fine, try doing it yourself,” the Lord stopped moving, taking his hands off of the slender hips and resting his arms on the pillows under his head. The younger elf would rather have stopped altogether, but he took over, rocking slowly and carefully, as if there was a sharp weapon inside him, which is what it felt like. Legolontiontinued his inexperienced motions, trying hard to please his lover, to make him come… but he failed. Soon Celeborn lost his patience again and bent his knees, angling his hips to make the younger elf fall on top of him. He gripped Legolas’ hips again, tightly, and proceeded to slam the aching body down upon his cock again and again.

Legolas closed his eyes, praying that it would be over soon. He couldn’t stop his muscles from tensing as the brutal assault on his body continued and that only worsened the pain. He looked down at the elf beneath him: eyes closed, head thrown back in ecstasy, and he wondered how someone could find such pleasure while hurting another.
After a few slower, but particularly violent thrusts, Legolas felt himself being filled with hot seed that burned his raw insides. He cringed at the unpleasant feeling, thankful that it was finally over. Celeborn let go of him, still breathing heavily and the Prince slowly lifted himself.

“Ai, you were a good fuck.” Celeborn announced as the Legolas lay down on the other side of the bed. “So tight…”


So that’s all he was… a good fuck. He watched in horror as Celeborn reached for a handkerchief lying on the nightstand and wiped the mixture of semen and blood from his softening member without a hint of emotion; no show of concern that he had made his lover bleed.

The Prince turned away, fighting back a sob. This wasn’t the way his first tias sas supposed to be. It should have been loving and tender; he should feel cared for and complete, not empty and alone and so…. used. For the second time that night Rúmil’s words rang in his ears, ‘Your sweet innocence is written upon your face… it will be stolen from you, your heart ripped from your chest and shattered to a thousand pieces beneath his royal feet.’ He should have listened...

Tbc…