Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves
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Chapter 5
Title: Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 5/?
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, hermaphrodite
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Glorfindel, newly returned to Middle Earth, catches a ride to Imladris with a band of gypsies.
A/N: Ellian=hermaphrodite.
The pulsing chirp of crickets and the occasional huff of a horse were the only sounds in the quiet night. Glorfindel crouched near a wagon, the dark cloaking him as he waited. The door to the wagon opened, almost soundless with the exception of a small creak near the end. A lithe figure stepped out and closed the door again.
"Beloved?" whispered the dark form of Erestor.
Glorfindel moved out of the shadows to embrace the small, enticing form of his new lover. Erestor startled, but stifled his own gasp as he recognized the arms that went around him from behind.
"Don't scare me like that!" Erestor whispered as loud as he dared, chastising his lover.
"Let's go," the blond whispered into a delicate ear.
Erestor shivered as the heat of Glorfindel's breath teased over the cool point of his ear. "Yes," he sighed, aching to be alone with his beloved hunter.
The warrior pulled Erestor out of the clearing the camp slept within. The dark calm of the midnight forest enclosed them. Glorfindel navigated smoothly through the woods, guiding the younger elf over questionable terrain. They stopped in a small thicket of thick grass, a blanket was already spread over the ground that Erestor could barely see by the filtered light of the moon.
The larger elf bore the younger down onto the blanket, covering the little body with his own. Erestor breathed erratically. It was a rare moment for them to be together like this. Between his over protective parents and all the traveling the band of gypsies had done recently their time together was short and wholly unsatisfying.
The dark youth spread his legs so Glorfindel could settle in between them. The bigger elf leaned down and instigated a dominating kiss, and he was pleased to feel the little body underneath him shudder. He rocked his hips into the cradle of Erestor's thighs, causing the little one to moan appreciatively. Big hands traveled up creamy legs and underneath the multi-colored skirt, bunching the fabric up around the small elf's waist.
Erestor worked at the lacings to Glorfindel's pants, and, once unlaced, pushed the leggings down as far as he could in his current position. Glorfindel kicked them off the rest of the way, freeing his legs as he lay back down. They didn't even bother to remove their shirts, coming together in a slick slide of hot, pulsing need into wet, aching want.
Moaning loudly, the darkling clamped his body around the blond. Glorfindel's breath hitched as he was squeezed within Erestor's hot, silky body. He started moving with the frantic need of long-pent lust. The young body started bucking up, willing the hard heat of his lover deeper inside of him. Glorfindel reached between them to stroke Erestor's length, wanting to bring them both to a quick release.
The youth came first, pulsing and jerking. The warrior pounded faster, erratically until he exploded as well, collapsing onto the sweating, panting lover beneath him.
Now that the edge was gone, Glorfindel started a much slower exploration of the body beneath him, fully intending on a very thorough and very satisfying lovemaking. He slipped his (for now) spent member from the still pulsing channel. Erestor lie boneless on the blanket, shirt rumpled and skirt still around his middle and now covered liberally in cum.
Laughing quietly, he removed Erestor's clothing to leave all that pale skin exposed to the night air. The darkling smiled contentedly. Glorfindel finished undressing himself by pulling his shirt over his head. The blond lay down along Erestor's side, gently kissing his neck and tracing his hand up and down the taut torso. Erestor stretched, languid and sated.
"Mmm...my Naur," was the husky purr as Glorfindel kissed and gently bit the pale neck. "I wish you would formally announce that you have bound with me. It's getting harder and harder to keep myself away from you." One of his hands came up to thread into golden strands. “We wouldn’t…have to let on that we have already bound to one another,” he wheedled. “We could just…pretend we have the intention of binding.”
Glorfindel chuckled lightly, pulling away from the tantalizing skin of Erestor’s throat. “Not yet, my little bird. It would not…look good if I were to do so at this moment.”
“Oh, for the Valar’s sake,” Erestor sighed, rolling his eyes. “We are not waiting until I’m older. I could be waiting for years before you finally decided I am of an ‘acceptable’ age to be bound.”
Glorfindel kissed Erestor’s cheek. “Please, little bird. Just let me mull over how I want to go about announcing our binding. There could be a rather large mess if we do this wrong.”
“Fine,” Erestor relented. “Just…think quickly, eh?”
The blond smiled, brushing strands of inky blackness from Erestor’s face. “I’ll try my best, my gypsy.”
“Until then…,” Erestor whispered and pulled Glorfindel into a deep, wet kiss.
The warrior responded, sliding his tongue into Erestor’s mouth to rub against the other slick muscle. The darkling pulled back a little to run his tongue between Glorfindel’s lips and teeth to finally tease the little flap of skin that ran between the upper lip and the gums. Glorfindel shuddered hard, grinding into Erestor’s thigh. Damn, could that little minx find his hot spots.
The blond pushed the gypsy away gently to bite and suckle at large, dark nipples. Erestor made a sound somewhere between astonishment and utter pleasure. The soft discs of skin hardened into taut buds under Glorfindel’s mouth. He traced every ridge with his tongue and fingers, while Erestor squirmed and writhed to find some kind of friction on his newly awakened cock.
“Please, Naur. Touch me.”
Glorfindel chuckled, letting the nub he was suckling fall from his mouth. “Oh, no little gypsy. You’ve already cum once. You’ll have to wait for this one.”
Erestor made a sound of disagreement which melted into a moan as Glorfindel’s mouth started laving and sucking at the soft skin of the crease of his hip. It was a long, almost tortuous amount of time before Glorfindel finally took the rosy, pulsing cock into his mouth. Erestor jerked up, supporting himself on his elbows as he watched Glorfindel work. He panted heavily, aroused by not only the feeling but the sight of his length disappearing into warm, wet suction.
He fell back onto the blanket when Glorfindel used a finger to penetrate his wet channel. The soft tunnel pulsed and clamped with the darkling’s movements and Glorfindel hooked his fingers to rub against the hot spot just inside. Erestor clamped his legs together, trying to work the hand deeper.
Glorfindel smiled, and repositioned himself so that he sat between the strong legs he pried apart. He leaned back down to lick a long line up the hot little cock in front of him as well as thoroughly wet his fingers in the fluid that was dampening the folds of skin between the darkling’s legs. Smirking a little, he moved the finger back from the vulva to the pucker of skin that was situated between the youth’s perfect ass cheeks. He pushed one finger inside with a long suck of Erestor’s cock to distract him.
Dark eyes widened almost comically and the long, supple back arched hard. The blond worked that finger gently in and out while taking his spare hand and slipping two fingers back inside the wet passage above. Erestor constantly moaned, unable to help himself or censor the curse words that flew from his mouth.
The young, sweet body of the gypsy writhed, near screams ripped from swollen lips as eventually three fingers worked both passages and harsh sucks wrapped around his member. He arched hard and tensed as he felt orgasm rise up to overwhelm him. Glorfindel pulled away from the cock in his mouth and pulled his fingers out of Erestor’s ass just in time to clamp hard on the turgid length to prevent a full orgasm.
The slick walls clamped hard and then started fluttering and pulsing rapidly. Erestor writhed, denied one orgasm but wailing through another. Glorfindel smirked and curved his fingers hard into the sweet spot while stroking the cock in his hand roughly for a few moments. Erestor screamed again as he came a second time, but Glorfindel again denied his cock the chance to orgasm, squeezing the base hard.
He had always enjoyed ellian lovers. There were so many ways to tease and torment them in bed. So many ways to bring them pleasure.
And multiple orgasms.
Erestor lay drained but still unfulfilled on the blanket. “Please, my hunter,” he pleaded. His arms reached out to pull Glorfindel over him. The blond obliged, sliding up and over the little body and pushing his length inside the dripping passage. He moaned and shuddered, his cock at full attention and pulsing hard within the slick confines. Erestor curved up to meet his lover, unable to stay still and the feeling of his beloved slipping inside almost enough to bring him over the edge.
It only took two heavy thrusts from the warrior to push Erestor unto a gut clenching orgasm. Glorfindel drove hard, pushing for his own climax and the darkling twisted and shivered underneath him.
“Please, it’s too much,” Erestor begged. Struggling against the sensitivity orgasm brought, the dark youth could almost call the sensation pain as the blond pummeled away inside of him. “Gods, oh gods, please…”
The entreaties and the thrashing of the little body brought Glorfindel to the peak and over. He thrust a few more times to completely draw out his orgasm, and collapsed down onto the panting boy beneath him. He breathed hard and buried his face into the delicate throat to place gentle kisses. “My little dove, little bird, little love…”
They stayed connected as long as they could, but Glorfindel eventually grew soft and slipped from his beloved. He moved to the side and pulled Erestor partially on top of him. The gypsy sighed contentedly, eyes drooping.
“Don’t fall asleep,” Glorfindel said in an amused murmur. “We need to get back soon.”
“Mmm…don’ wanna.”
“Neither do I, little gypsy.”
They listened to the soft sounds of the forest for a time before reluctantly moving apart and cleaning themselves up. Erestor made a face of distaste at his skirt. “It’s all gooed up,” he shook the offending article. He wiped up as much cum as he could with the clean cloth Glorfindel brought while the blond laughed quietly.
Erestor glared, but with humor lurking in his eyes. “I should use your shirt to clean this up.”
“I would give it to you, if I thought it would be any help.”
The dark youth sighed. “I suppose not. I’ll just be sure to do the laundry tomorrow so my mother doesn’t see it.”
Glorfindel smiled. “Good plan.”
It was on their way back to the camp site that they heard the screams.
TBC…
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 5/?
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, hermaphrodite
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Glorfindel, newly returned to Middle Earth, catches a ride to Imladris with a band of gypsies.
A/N: Ellian=hermaphrodite.
The pulsing chirp of crickets and the occasional huff of a horse were the only sounds in the quiet night. Glorfindel crouched near a wagon, the dark cloaking him as he waited. The door to the wagon opened, almost soundless with the exception of a small creak near the end. A lithe figure stepped out and closed the door again.
"Beloved?" whispered the dark form of Erestor.
Glorfindel moved out of the shadows to embrace the small, enticing form of his new lover. Erestor startled, but stifled his own gasp as he recognized the arms that went around him from behind.
"Don't scare me like that!" Erestor whispered as loud as he dared, chastising his lover.
"Let's go," the blond whispered into a delicate ear.
Erestor shivered as the heat of Glorfindel's breath teased over the cool point of his ear. "Yes," he sighed, aching to be alone with his beloved hunter.
The warrior pulled Erestor out of the clearing the camp slept within. The dark calm of the midnight forest enclosed them. Glorfindel navigated smoothly through the woods, guiding the younger elf over questionable terrain. They stopped in a small thicket of thick grass, a blanket was already spread over the ground that Erestor could barely see by the filtered light of the moon.
The larger elf bore the younger down onto the blanket, covering the little body with his own. Erestor breathed erratically. It was a rare moment for them to be together like this. Between his over protective parents and all the traveling the band of gypsies had done recently their time together was short and wholly unsatisfying.
The dark youth spread his legs so Glorfindel could settle in between them. The bigger elf leaned down and instigated a dominating kiss, and he was pleased to feel the little body underneath him shudder. He rocked his hips into the cradle of Erestor's thighs, causing the little one to moan appreciatively. Big hands traveled up creamy legs and underneath the multi-colored skirt, bunching the fabric up around the small elf's waist.
Erestor worked at the lacings to Glorfindel's pants, and, once unlaced, pushed the leggings down as far as he could in his current position. Glorfindel kicked them off the rest of the way, freeing his legs as he lay back down. They didn't even bother to remove their shirts, coming together in a slick slide of hot, pulsing need into wet, aching want.
Moaning loudly, the darkling clamped his body around the blond. Glorfindel's breath hitched as he was squeezed within Erestor's hot, silky body. He started moving with the frantic need of long-pent lust. The young body started bucking up, willing the hard heat of his lover deeper inside of him. Glorfindel reached between them to stroke Erestor's length, wanting to bring them both to a quick release.
The youth came first, pulsing and jerking. The warrior pounded faster, erratically until he exploded as well, collapsing onto the sweating, panting lover beneath him.
Now that the edge was gone, Glorfindel started a much slower exploration of the body beneath him, fully intending on a very thorough and very satisfying lovemaking. He slipped his (for now) spent member from the still pulsing channel. Erestor lie boneless on the blanket, shirt rumpled and skirt still around his middle and now covered liberally in cum.
Laughing quietly, he removed Erestor's clothing to leave all that pale skin exposed to the night air. The darkling smiled contentedly. Glorfindel finished undressing himself by pulling his shirt over his head. The blond lay down along Erestor's side, gently kissing his neck and tracing his hand up and down the taut torso. Erestor stretched, languid and sated.
"Mmm...my Naur," was the husky purr as Glorfindel kissed and gently bit the pale neck. "I wish you would formally announce that you have bound with me. It's getting harder and harder to keep myself away from you." One of his hands came up to thread into golden strands. “We wouldn’t…have to let on that we have already bound to one another,” he wheedled. “We could just…pretend we have the intention of binding.”
Glorfindel chuckled lightly, pulling away from the tantalizing skin of Erestor’s throat. “Not yet, my little bird. It would not…look good if I were to do so at this moment.”
“Oh, for the Valar’s sake,” Erestor sighed, rolling his eyes. “We are not waiting until I’m older. I could be waiting for years before you finally decided I am of an ‘acceptable’ age to be bound.”
Glorfindel kissed Erestor’s cheek. “Please, little bird. Just let me mull over how I want to go about announcing our binding. There could be a rather large mess if we do this wrong.”
“Fine,” Erestor relented. “Just…think quickly, eh?”
The blond smiled, brushing strands of inky blackness from Erestor’s face. “I’ll try my best, my gypsy.”
“Until then…,” Erestor whispered and pulled Glorfindel into a deep, wet kiss.
The warrior responded, sliding his tongue into Erestor’s mouth to rub against the other slick muscle. The darkling pulled back a little to run his tongue between Glorfindel’s lips and teeth to finally tease the little flap of skin that ran between the upper lip and the gums. Glorfindel shuddered hard, grinding into Erestor’s thigh. Damn, could that little minx find his hot spots.
The blond pushed the gypsy away gently to bite and suckle at large, dark nipples. Erestor made a sound somewhere between astonishment and utter pleasure. The soft discs of skin hardened into taut buds under Glorfindel’s mouth. He traced every ridge with his tongue and fingers, while Erestor squirmed and writhed to find some kind of friction on his newly awakened cock.
“Please, Naur. Touch me.”
Glorfindel chuckled, letting the nub he was suckling fall from his mouth. “Oh, no little gypsy. You’ve already cum once. You’ll have to wait for this one.”
Erestor made a sound of disagreement which melted into a moan as Glorfindel’s mouth started laving and sucking at the soft skin of the crease of his hip. It was a long, almost tortuous amount of time before Glorfindel finally took the rosy, pulsing cock into his mouth. Erestor jerked up, supporting himself on his elbows as he watched Glorfindel work. He panted heavily, aroused by not only the feeling but the sight of his length disappearing into warm, wet suction.
He fell back onto the blanket when Glorfindel used a finger to penetrate his wet channel. The soft tunnel pulsed and clamped with the darkling’s movements and Glorfindel hooked his fingers to rub against the hot spot just inside. Erestor clamped his legs together, trying to work the hand deeper.
Glorfindel smiled, and repositioned himself so that he sat between the strong legs he pried apart. He leaned back down to lick a long line up the hot little cock in front of him as well as thoroughly wet his fingers in the fluid that was dampening the folds of skin between the darkling’s legs. Smirking a little, he moved the finger back from the vulva to the pucker of skin that was situated between the youth’s perfect ass cheeks. He pushed one finger inside with a long suck of Erestor’s cock to distract him.
Dark eyes widened almost comically and the long, supple back arched hard. The blond worked that finger gently in and out while taking his spare hand and slipping two fingers back inside the wet passage above. Erestor constantly moaned, unable to help himself or censor the curse words that flew from his mouth.
The young, sweet body of the gypsy writhed, near screams ripped from swollen lips as eventually three fingers worked both passages and harsh sucks wrapped around his member. He arched hard and tensed as he felt orgasm rise up to overwhelm him. Glorfindel pulled away from the cock in his mouth and pulled his fingers out of Erestor’s ass just in time to clamp hard on the turgid length to prevent a full orgasm.
The slick walls clamped hard and then started fluttering and pulsing rapidly. Erestor writhed, denied one orgasm but wailing through another. Glorfindel smirked and curved his fingers hard into the sweet spot while stroking the cock in his hand roughly for a few moments. Erestor screamed again as he came a second time, but Glorfindel again denied his cock the chance to orgasm, squeezing the base hard.
He had always enjoyed ellian lovers. There were so many ways to tease and torment them in bed. So many ways to bring them pleasure.
And multiple orgasms.
Erestor lay drained but still unfulfilled on the blanket. “Please, my hunter,” he pleaded. His arms reached out to pull Glorfindel over him. The blond obliged, sliding up and over the little body and pushing his length inside the dripping passage. He moaned and shuddered, his cock at full attention and pulsing hard within the slick confines. Erestor curved up to meet his lover, unable to stay still and the feeling of his beloved slipping inside almost enough to bring him over the edge.
It only took two heavy thrusts from the warrior to push Erestor unto a gut clenching orgasm. Glorfindel drove hard, pushing for his own climax and the darkling twisted and shivered underneath him.
“Please, it’s too much,” Erestor begged. Struggling against the sensitivity orgasm brought, the dark youth could almost call the sensation pain as the blond pummeled away inside of him. “Gods, oh gods, please…”
The entreaties and the thrashing of the little body brought Glorfindel to the peak and over. He thrust a few more times to completely draw out his orgasm, and collapsed down onto the panting boy beneath him. He breathed hard and buried his face into the delicate throat to place gentle kisses. “My little dove, little bird, little love…”
They stayed connected as long as they could, but Glorfindel eventually grew soft and slipped from his beloved. He moved to the side and pulled Erestor partially on top of him. The gypsy sighed contentedly, eyes drooping.
“Don’t fall asleep,” Glorfindel said in an amused murmur. “We need to get back soon.”
“Mmm…don’ wanna.”
“Neither do I, little gypsy.”
They listened to the soft sounds of the forest for a time before reluctantly moving apart and cleaning themselves up. Erestor made a face of distaste at his skirt. “It’s all gooed up,” he shook the offending article. He wiped up as much cum as he could with the clean cloth Glorfindel brought while the blond laughed quietly.
Erestor glared, but with humor lurking in his eyes. “I should use your shirt to clean this up.”
“I would give it to you, if I thought it would be any help.”
The dark youth sighed. “I suppose not. I’ll just be sure to do the laundry tomorrow so my mother doesn’t see it.”
Glorfindel smiled. “Good plan.”
It was on their way back to the camp site that they heard the screams.
TBC…