Butterfly
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,962
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
chapter 1
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Warning!!! RAPE, INCEST, EXPLICIT DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENT, NON-CONCENSUAL SEX
The Lord of the Wood watched as his wife stood hovering over the mirror, her usually peaceful expression quicklplacplaced with one of shock and horror. He waited until her vision had passed, "What is it?" he asked, his voice showing concern.
"You must go to Mirkwood," she said, "Thranduil's mind is troubled; he is giving in to evil. You must travel in secrecy, and bring here the Prince." She looked up at the Lord, eyes filled with worry, "I fear for young Legolas' safety."
Celeborn only nodded his response. He knew Lady's instinct would more than likely prove to be correct.
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With every passing day the fantasies become more and more common. At first they would make the King ill, but as time passed by he was began to enjoy them. It wasn't long before he started becoming aroused by the violent images that invaded his mind, but never allowed himself to hurt his son. Thranduil would resort to pounding into his own fist until release, only imagining that it was Legolas' body he abused.
Being as close as they were, Legolas often sought the comfort of his father's company, and it took all of the King's will to restrain himself from harming the young Elf. It had come to the point that he could not look his own son in the eye, for his shame was too great.
Thranduil sat in the darkness on the edge of a bed smaller than his own, with a rope in his hands and tears in his eyes. He could no longer control his feresiresires; he could no longer find pleasure alone. The King turned around and looked at Legolas who was peacefully asleep, lying on his stomach, naked, which would make everything easier. Carefully, he gathered the Prince's arms behind his back and began the process of binding them together at the wrists, ever watchful for any signs of waking.
Once satisfied that the rope would hold, Thranduil reached into the pocket of his robe for a sash that would serve as a blindfold. He gently raised his son's head and placed the smooth material over his eyes, tying it around the back of his head. This action woke Legolas, who tried to yell for help just before his mouth was gagged. Terrified, the Prince continued to scream, his sounds greatly muffled by the cloth. Thranduil started down at the thrashing body while he undressed impatiently, yearning to feel that smooth skin under his hands. It took great strength to hold Legolas' kicking legs as he positioned himself in between them.
Legolas' heart pounded furiously while hands trailed down his body and something hard was placed at his entrance; he did not understand what was happening. The Prince did not yet know anything of sex. He screamed his lungs out into the gag as Thranduil's thick cock was shoved inside his virgin channel, tearing him as it went. Hands of steel on his hips held him in place with a bruising grip as his body was pounded mercilessly. The pain seemed to be pulsating through his entire body. Tears poured from the young Elf's eyes, soaking his blindfold.
The flow of warm blood around his cock and Legolas' frantic screams fed Thranduil's lust even further, making him pummel the lithe body with all his force. Somewhere deep inside he wanted it to be over soon, wanted to stop hurting his son, but these feeling were overshadowed by a need to inflict pain upon the innocent being: so sweet, so delicate, so pure. Now he would be tainted, his body battered and torn.
The assault continued for what seemed like hours; Legolas eventually lost his voice and strength. He didn't even have any tears left. All he could do was lay lip as he was savagely raped, with only one thought running through his mind... 'Ada, help me.'
Soon the thrusts became irregular, the heavy panting shaky. Legolas hoped this meant an end was near, but worried what would be done with him after it was over. The warm fluid that filled him stung his tender flesh. The rod was withdrawn from his body, and soon the Prince felt his hands being untied.
"Do not dare try to look at me, or I will kill you!" the rapist rasped in his ear, hot breath sending chill down his spine. There was something familiar about that hoarse whisper, but he could not figure out what it was.
A few minutes passed before Legolas finally reached for his blindfold. Still in too much pain to move, he continuedlie lie face down on his bed, sobbing softly and shaking from fear and pain.
Tbc....
Warning!!! RAPE, INCEST, EXPLICIT DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENT, NON-CONCENSUAL SEX
The Lord of the Wood watched as his wife stood hovering over the mirror, her usually peaceful expression quicklplacplaced with one of shock and horror. He waited until her vision had passed, "What is it?" he asked, his voice showing concern.
"You must go to Mirkwood," she said, "Thranduil's mind is troubled; he is giving in to evil. You must travel in secrecy, and bring here the Prince." She looked up at the Lord, eyes filled with worry, "I fear for young Legolas' safety."
Celeborn only nodded his response. He knew Lady's instinct would more than likely prove to be correct.
***********************
With every passing day the fantasies become more and more common. At first they would make the King ill, but as time passed by he was began to enjoy them. It wasn't long before he started becoming aroused by the violent images that invaded his mind, but never allowed himself to hurt his son. Thranduil would resort to pounding into his own fist until release, only imagining that it was Legolas' body he abused.
Being as close as they were, Legolas often sought the comfort of his father's company, and it took all of the King's will to restrain himself from harming the young Elf. It had come to the point that he could not look his own son in the eye, for his shame was too great.
Thranduil sat in the darkness on the edge of a bed smaller than his own, with a rope in his hands and tears in his eyes. He could no longer control his feresiresires; he could no longer find pleasure alone. The King turned around and looked at Legolas who was peacefully asleep, lying on his stomach, naked, which would make everything easier. Carefully, he gathered the Prince's arms behind his back and began the process of binding them together at the wrists, ever watchful for any signs of waking.
Once satisfied that the rope would hold, Thranduil reached into the pocket of his robe for a sash that would serve as a blindfold. He gently raised his son's head and placed the smooth material over his eyes, tying it around the back of his head. This action woke Legolas, who tried to yell for help just before his mouth was gagged. Terrified, the Prince continued to scream, his sounds greatly muffled by the cloth. Thranduil started down at the thrashing body while he undressed impatiently, yearning to feel that smooth skin under his hands. It took great strength to hold Legolas' kicking legs as he positioned himself in between them.
Legolas' heart pounded furiously while hands trailed down his body and something hard was placed at his entrance; he did not understand what was happening. The Prince did not yet know anything of sex. He screamed his lungs out into the gag as Thranduil's thick cock was shoved inside his virgin channel, tearing him as it went. Hands of steel on his hips held him in place with a bruising grip as his body was pounded mercilessly. The pain seemed to be pulsating through his entire body. Tears poured from the young Elf's eyes, soaking his blindfold.
The flow of warm blood around his cock and Legolas' frantic screams fed Thranduil's lust even further, making him pummel the lithe body with all his force. Somewhere deep inside he wanted it to be over soon, wanted to stop hurting his son, but these feeling were overshadowed by a need to inflict pain upon the innocent being: so sweet, so delicate, so pure. Now he would be tainted, his body battered and torn.
The assault continued for what seemed like hours; Legolas eventually lost his voice and strength. He didn't even have any tears left. All he could do was lay lip as he was savagely raped, with only one thought running through his mind... 'Ada, help me.'
Soon the thrusts became irregular, the heavy panting shaky. Legolas hoped this meant an end was near, but worried what would be done with him after it was over. The warm fluid that filled him stung his tender flesh. The rod was withdrawn from his body, and soon the Prince felt his hands being untied.
"Do not dare try to look at me, or I will kill you!" the rapist rasped in his ear, hot breath sending chill down his spine. There was something familiar about that hoarse whisper, but he could not figure out what it was.
A few minutes passed before Legolas finally reached for his blindfold. Still in too much pain to move, he continuedlie lie face down on his bed, sobbing softly and shaking from fear and pain.
Tbc....