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Chapter 20
Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 20/?
Rating: NC-17
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Warnings: mpreg, d/s
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing with them and will give them back afterwards.
Summary: Legolas learns that despite the events told in "Anestel", life continues
As always, lots of thanks to Calenharn Elflover for all of her hard beta work! :)
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Legolas whimpered. It hurt, even the light scratches made his sore skin burn... but at the same time, the intense sensation also made him moan softly. For a long moment he stayed motionless in Glorfindel’s embrace, shuddering and gasping against his throat while he felt the nails tease his skin. Finally he let go of Glorfindel’s robe and looked up into his eyes which had become dark with lust. But it was not just lust that he could read in his lord’s gaze, no... there was also amusement and a warmth that almost made him forget about the pain. Despite his tears he shyly smiled up at the Noldo as he slid from his lap, sinking to his knees to kneel before him.
“I want to please you... would this please you, my lord?” he asked softly, and although his voice trembled he did not hesitate to press a gentle kiss to where Glorfindel’s hardness fought against its confines.
“Oh yes,“ Glorfindel groaned, “yes, that would please me very much indeed… go ahead, roch-neth!”
Carefully, Legolas parted Glorfindel's robe until he uncovered the leggings the lord wore beneath. There was a noticable bulge in their front, and a damp spot which told Legolas that the warrior had indeed enjoyed disciplining him. When Legolas finally freed Glorfindel’s erection, he found it hard and red, the tip already moist with droplets of clear fluid that kept leaking from the slit.
When Legolas gathered those drops with his tongue, Glorfindel groaned and threw his head back. Legolas smiled at seeing the lord so abandoned to his pleasure... it was not often that Legolas could watch Glorfindel like this. Again he licked over the tip, paying special atton ton to the small opening from which more of the bitter fluid leaked, as each touch there made Glorfindel groan and shudder. The lord allowed him to take his time and tease him, but finally Glorfindel seemed to have had enough and rested a hand on his head. He did not force him to take his entire length into his mouth, but Legolas understood the unspoken command and moved to worship the entirety of the hard shaft with his mouth. He gave long, slow licks up and down the swollen length, then finally took the tip into his mouth to suckle on it while his hands stroked the root of the shaft.
Glorfindel moaned with appreciation; he slowly let himself sink back on the bed but still kept his hand in Legolas’ hair. Gently he pulled at a strand – there was not enough force behind it to hurt, but Legolas realized that he should not tease Glorfindel much longer. So he took a deep breath and then took more of Glorfindel into his mouth, concentrating on breathing through his nose and not aentaentally hurting Glorfindel with his teeth. It seemed to work, as the Noldo was now making soft moans of pleasure and had let go of the strand, petting him instead to show his approval.
Legolas kept his eyes open, looking up to catch glimpses of Glorfindel’s face to drink in the vision of the golden lord lost in his pleasure, reduced to moans and sighs as his head moved restlessly on the coverlet. Legolas realized in that moment that he had never before seen anything as beautiful as this – and there could not exist anything more beautiful on all of Arda, he was sure. Glorfindel was hot and powerful in his mouth, and Legolas wanted to worship him until he spilled himself down his throat - wanted to swallow his essence and show his adoration - but then Glorfindel opened his eyes again and smiled at him.
“Enough, roch-neth,” he sighed, and gently pushed Legolas away so that the youth had to let his erection slip from his mouth. “Enough, I do not want to spill myself in your mouth... Undress me, and then I will use you the way the Valar intended you to be used.”
Leglas almost moaned aloud, both from the image the Noldo’s words created and also from disappointment at being hindered from tasting the lord’s essence. That disappointment did not last very long, though, as he realized what Glorfindel had just ordered him to do...
Disrobing Glorfindel was always like unwrapping a present, Legolas thought. He reverently stripped the lord of his robes and leggings, stopping now and then to press small kisses of worship onto the newly bared, powerful body. Glorfindel was indeed beautiful, the epitome of a warrior, and Legolas could almost imagine what he must have looked like when he faced the Balrog, clad in his armor with the symbol of his House gleaming in the fiery light.
He must have been the most beautiful and most adored warrior of Gondolin, Legolas thought hazily, and for a moment the prospect of being the one such a valiant lord desired seemed to be impossible... and then Glorfindel pulled him up and back onto the bed to lay on top of his now-nude body and kissed him deeply. Legolas moaned and tried to move even closer into the Noldo’s embrace, forgetting all about Gondolin and warriors. What mattered was only that he pleased Glorfindel, that he did whatever the lord wanted him to do, so that Glorfindel would caress him and kiss him and hold him close...
“Ai, roch-neth, roch-neth nín...” Glorfindel moaned between his passionate kisses. “I want you... I want to take you so hard that you will cry my name! I will make you cry, little one, I will make you shed tears, so hard will I take you, and you won’t be able to do anything but surrender to me and my lust, because you are mine!”
Legolas shuddered and moaned; Glorfindel could feel Legolas’ length twitch against his thigh. The Noldo grinned and then suddenly rolled over so that he had the youth pinned beneath him. “Spread your legs,” he growled into his ear. “I want to take you now!”
Legolas obeyed, trembling a little when he felt Glorfindel’s hardness brush against his own. Then the Noldo’s hot length slid against his cleft, and before Legolas could even try to relax for what was to come, Glorfindel had already pushed forward and buried himself to the hilt with one violent thrust.
Legolas cried out in pain and gripped Glorfindel’s arms; he trembled and sobbed at the burning sensation of being stretched so suddenly. But Glorfindel’s only answer was a soft, breathless laugh before he beganuse use him as hard as he had promised.
Legolas closed his eyes and gave himself up to whatever Glorfindel wanted to do with him. He wrapped his legs around the Noldo’s waist to allow him to thrust deeper; his hands clutched at Glorfindel’s shoulders. Every sensation was shadowed by the pain of his aching body, but at the same time now it was almost as if he could feel it everywhere whenever Glorfindel’s length hit that spot within him.
The hot burning of his still hurting backside as well as the almost unbearable friction of Glorfindel’s hard shaft inside him changed to anr fer feeling altogether, until nothing else seemed to exist in the world but Glorfindel. His strong body, his unique scent of alluring musk and sun-warmed glades, the sound of his groans... Legolas lost himself in it. Glorfindel’s golden hair fell down around him like a curtain that kept them apart from the rest of the world. For a long time Glorfindel continued to take what was his, while Legolas lay trembling and helpless beneath him while the sensations built, until finally he was overwhelmed.
He cried out Glorfindel’s name while he shuddered and came, and the Noldo stopped brieflywaitwait until Legolas had calmed again. Then he began moving once more, taking Legolas with violent thrusts while the youth lay helplessly beneath him. Legolas whimpered each time he was filled – he was no longer aroused, but instead of the lust there was now a new feeling that made him arch up and cling to Glorfindel. His body seemed to float with the knowledge that he belonged to Glorfindel, that the Noldo owned him and that he took pleasure from his body. It made Legolas nearly swoon to feel his lord’s passion for him and he continued to bear his untamed lust without giving voice to the discomfort he felt.
Glorfindel took his time, almost as if he wanted to assert his claim over Legolas, but finally, he could hold back no longer. He bit hard into Legolas' shoulder, leaving red marks, as he buried himself deep inside the youth with one last hard thrust, finally reaching release. “You are mine, cunneth, never forget that...” he groaned as he collapsed on top of him.
Legolas wrapped his arms around Glorfindel’s neck and deeply breathed in the scent of his hair. “Yes, my lord...” he sighed, and then they were silent, listening to the sound of their heartbeats, their bodies still joined.
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roch-neth - colt
roch-neth nín - my colt
cunneth - princeling
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Part: 20/?
Rating: NC-17
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Warnings: mpreg, d/s
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing with them and will give them back afterwards.
Summary: Legolas learns that despite the events told in "Anestel", life continues
As always, lots of thanks to Calenharn Elflover for all of her hard beta work! :)
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Legolas whimpered. It hurt, even the light scratches made his sore skin burn... but at the same time, the intense sensation also made him moan softly. For a long moment he stayed motionless in Glorfindel’s embrace, shuddering and gasping against his throat while he felt the nails tease his skin. Finally he let go of Glorfindel’s robe and looked up into his eyes which had become dark with lust. But it was not just lust that he could read in his lord’s gaze, no... there was also amusement and a warmth that almost made him forget about the pain. Despite his tears he shyly smiled up at the Noldo as he slid from his lap, sinking to his knees to kneel before him.
“I want to please you... would this please you, my lord?” he asked softly, and although his voice trembled he did not hesitate to press a gentle kiss to where Glorfindel’s hardness fought against its confines.
“Oh yes,“ Glorfindel groaned, “yes, that would please me very much indeed… go ahead, roch-neth!”
Carefully, Legolas parted Glorfindel's robe until he uncovered the leggings the lord wore beneath. There was a noticable bulge in their front, and a damp spot which told Legolas that the warrior had indeed enjoyed disciplining him. When Legolas finally freed Glorfindel’s erection, he found it hard and red, the tip already moist with droplets of clear fluid that kept leaking from the slit.
When Legolas gathered those drops with his tongue, Glorfindel groaned and threw his head back. Legolas smiled at seeing the lord so abandoned to his pleasure... it was not often that Legolas could watch Glorfindel like this. Again he licked over the tip, paying special atton ton to the small opening from which more of the bitter fluid leaked, as each touch there made Glorfindel groan and shudder. The lord allowed him to take his time and tease him, but finally Glorfindel seemed to have had enough and rested a hand on his head. He did not force him to take his entire length into his mouth, but Legolas understood the unspoken command and moved to worship the entirety of the hard shaft with his mouth. He gave long, slow licks up and down the swollen length, then finally took the tip into his mouth to suckle on it while his hands stroked the root of the shaft.
Glorfindel moaned with appreciation; he slowly let himself sink back on the bed but still kept his hand in Legolas’ hair. Gently he pulled at a strand – there was not enough force behind it to hurt, but Legolas realized that he should not tease Glorfindel much longer. So he took a deep breath and then took more of Glorfindel into his mouth, concentrating on breathing through his nose and not aentaentally hurting Glorfindel with his teeth. It seemed to work, as the Noldo was now making soft moans of pleasure and had let go of the strand, petting him instead to show his approval.
Legolas kept his eyes open, looking up to catch glimpses of Glorfindel’s face to drink in the vision of the golden lord lost in his pleasure, reduced to moans and sighs as his head moved restlessly on the coverlet. Legolas realized in that moment that he had never before seen anything as beautiful as this – and there could not exist anything more beautiful on all of Arda, he was sure. Glorfindel was hot and powerful in his mouth, and Legolas wanted to worship him until he spilled himself down his throat - wanted to swallow his essence and show his adoration - but then Glorfindel opened his eyes again and smiled at him.
“Enough, roch-neth,” he sighed, and gently pushed Legolas away so that the youth had to let his erection slip from his mouth. “Enough, I do not want to spill myself in your mouth... Undress me, and then I will use you the way the Valar intended you to be used.”
Leglas almost moaned aloud, both from the image the Noldo’s words created and also from disappointment at being hindered from tasting the lord’s essence. That disappointment did not last very long, though, as he realized what Glorfindel had just ordered him to do...
Disrobing Glorfindel was always like unwrapping a present, Legolas thought. He reverently stripped the lord of his robes and leggings, stopping now and then to press small kisses of worship onto the newly bared, powerful body. Glorfindel was indeed beautiful, the epitome of a warrior, and Legolas could almost imagine what he must have looked like when he faced the Balrog, clad in his armor with the symbol of his House gleaming in the fiery light.
He must have been the most beautiful and most adored warrior of Gondolin, Legolas thought hazily, and for a moment the prospect of being the one such a valiant lord desired seemed to be impossible... and then Glorfindel pulled him up and back onto the bed to lay on top of his now-nude body and kissed him deeply. Legolas moaned and tried to move even closer into the Noldo’s embrace, forgetting all about Gondolin and warriors. What mattered was only that he pleased Glorfindel, that he did whatever the lord wanted him to do, so that Glorfindel would caress him and kiss him and hold him close...
“Ai, roch-neth, roch-neth nín...” Glorfindel moaned between his passionate kisses. “I want you... I want to take you so hard that you will cry my name! I will make you cry, little one, I will make you shed tears, so hard will I take you, and you won’t be able to do anything but surrender to me and my lust, because you are mine!”
Legolas shuddered and moaned; Glorfindel could feel Legolas’ length twitch against his thigh. The Noldo grinned and then suddenly rolled over so that he had the youth pinned beneath him. “Spread your legs,” he growled into his ear. “I want to take you now!”
Legolas obeyed, trembling a little when he felt Glorfindel’s hardness brush against his own. Then the Noldo’s hot length slid against his cleft, and before Legolas could even try to relax for what was to come, Glorfindel had already pushed forward and buried himself to the hilt with one violent thrust.
Legolas cried out in pain and gripped Glorfindel’s arms; he trembled and sobbed at the burning sensation of being stretched so suddenly. But Glorfindel’s only answer was a soft, breathless laugh before he beganuse use him as hard as he had promised.
Legolas closed his eyes and gave himself up to whatever Glorfindel wanted to do with him. He wrapped his legs around the Noldo’s waist to allow him to thrust deeper; his hands clutched at Glorfindel’s shoulders. Every sensation was shadowed by the pain of his aching body, but at the same time now it was almost as if he could feel it everywhere whenever Glorfindel’s length hit that spot within him.
The hot burning of his still hurting backside as well as the almost unbearable friction of Glorfindel’s hard shaft inside him changed to anr fer feeling altogether, until nothing else seemed to exist in the world but Glorfindel. His strong body, his unique scent of alluring musk and sun-warmed glades, the sound of his groans... Legolas lost himself in it. Glorfindel’s golden hair fell down around him like a curtain that kept them apart from the rest of the world. For a long time Glorfindel continued to take what was his, while Legolas lay trembling and helpless beneath him while the sensations built, until finally he was overwhelmed.
He cried out Glorfindel’s name while he shuddered and came, and the Noldo stopped brieflywaitwait until Legolas had calmed again. Then he began moving once more, taking Legolas with violent thrusts while the youth lay helplessly beneath him. Legolas whimpered each time he was filled – he was no longer aroused, but instead of the lust there was now a new feeling that made him arch up and cling to Glorfindel. His body seemed to float with the knowledge that he belonged to Glorfindel, that the Noldo owned him and that he took pleasure from his body. It made Legolas nearly swoon to feel his lord’s passion for him and he continued to bear his untamed lust without giving voice to the discomfort he felt.
Glorfindel took his time, almost as if he wanted to assert his claim over Legolas, but finally, he could hold back no longer. He bit hard into Legolas' shoulder, leaving red marks, as he buried himself deep inside the youth with one last hard thrust, finally reaching release. “You are mine, cunneth, never forget that...” he groaned as he collapsed on top of him.
Legolas wrapped his arms around Glorfindel’s neck and deeply breathed in the scent of his hair. “Yes, my lord...” he sighed, and then they were silent, listening to the sound of their heartbeats, their bodies still joined.
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roch-neth - colt
roch-neth nín - my colt
cunneth - princeling
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