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A Family Affair
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,645
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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 2
Elrond woke to someone kissing his neck and an arousal grinding into his backside. Over the years, this was not a totally uncommon thing for him to do, but he did not remember in the least bringing a lover to bed last night….*make that two* he thought as another body pressed into him from the opposite side.
He opened his eyes, and realized that it was still very dark. The sun had yet to even peek in through the bed curtains. In fact, if he wasn’t mistaken, he was still drunk.
Two elves in his bed was not something Elrond indulged in with any frequency. However, the sensations being wrought from his body by the elves in his bed made him forget any objections he may have had. His lips were captured by the body in front of him in a hungry, plundering kiss, and he tasted the alcohol from the other elf‘s imbibing this evening. The body behind him suckled on his neck, and the arousal began grinding more insistently into him. Elrond moaned and thrust backward into the hard heat riding him and forward into the hot, pliant body in front of him.
Before he could even sort out whose hands were whose, two fingers abruptly entered his passage. He swore soundly at the invading fingers before he was silenced by a mouth claiming his. Soon the fingers were replaced by un-oiled, mithril hard heat sliding into him. Elrond cried out at the sensation….damn it had been a long time since he had bottomed, and the elf behind him knew what in the hell he was doing. He was usually not one for a dry fuck, but this was exquisite.
The hard body in front of him flipped around until he was presented with a bobbing column of flesh. Elrond obligingly suckled on the proffered cock as his own was swallowed. He hummed with pleasure around the flesh in his mouth and felt the tingle around his swollen arousal as the other elf moaned as well.
Quick, fast, and dirty was their coupling. Elrond thrust back and forth, trying to wring as much pleasure as he could out of the encounter. He was nearing his end, and he could tell by the moans and movements of the other elves that they were close too.
At the moment of their climax, something went very, very wrong.
Elrond felt the stinging lightning of his soul being shredded and bonded with another…the same feeling he had experienced when he had bonded with his long estranged wife. He tried to struggle against it, he pulled away from the bodies holding him, but his orgasm pulled him over the brink. He could not stop the flow, the destruction and rebuilding. He felt more than heard the other two elves scream both in pain and confused fear. The last thing he heard before he fell into oblivion was the sound of his own sobs.
He opened his eyes, and realized that it was still very dark. The sun had yet to even peek in through the bed curtains. In fact, if he wasn’t mistaken, he was still drunk.
Two elves in his bed was not something Elrond indulged in with any frequency. However, the sensations being wrought from his body by the elves in his bed made him forget any objections he may have had. His lips were captured by the body in front of him in a hungry, plundering kiss, and he tasted the alcohol from the other elf‘s imbibing this evening. The body behind him suckled on his neck, and the arousal began grinding more insistently into him. Elrond moaned and thrust backward into the hard heat riding him and forward into the hot, pliant body in front of him.
Before he could even sort out whose hands were whose, two fingers abruptly entered his passage. He swore soundly at the invading fingers before he was silenced by a mouth claiming his. Soon the fingers were replaced by un-oiled, mithril hard heat sliding into him. Elrond cried out at the sensation….damn it had been a long time since he had bottomed, and the elf behind him knew what in the hell he was doing. He was usually not one for a dry fuck, but this was exquisite.
The hard body in front of him flipped around until he was presented with a bobbing column of flesh. Elrond obligingly suckled on the proffered cock as his own was swallowed. He hummed with pleasure around the flesh in his mouth and felt the tingle around his swollen arousal as the other elf moaned as well.
Quick, fast, and dirty was their coupling. Elrond thrust back and forth, trying to wring as much pleasure as he could out of the encounter. He was nearing his end, and he could tell by the moans and movements of the other elves that they were close too.
At the moment of their climax, something went very, very wrong.
Elrond felt the stinging lightning of his soul being shredded and bonded with another…the same feeling he had experienced when he had bonded with his long estranged wife. He tried to struggle against it, he pulled away from the bodies holding him, but his orgasm pulled him over the brink. He could not stop the flow, the destruction and rebuilding. He felt more than heard the other two elves scream both in pain and confused fear. The last thing he heard before he fell into oblivion was the sound of his own sobs.