the sale for love
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
12,583
Reviews:
61
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
glorfidenl's revenge
Glorfindel chuckled and stopped; he pretended he wanted to clean Thranduil’s wounds with a bottle of water, but the bottle contained alcohol and not water. He opened the bottle and poured the fluid over the bleeding wounds.
Thranduil flinched from the pain, “Please Glorfindel, stop this, I spoke the truth, I’m here to apologize, I regret my actions”
Glorfindel smirked, “It is too late for that now, pathetic excuse for a king, you will suffer the consequences of your actions”
Thranduil trembled at the words.
Glorfindel looked at him “Let’s see, if you like the treatment you gave Haldir. The same you gave Legolas when he was just a kid, you shouldn’t be blessed with the honour to have him as your son”. And kicked Thranduil in the stomach.
Thranduil screamed of pain and tears sprung in his eyes. He begged Glorfindel to stop his actions, to let him be.
Glorfindel just laughed and moved behind Thranduil and kneeled.
Thranduil got confused and startled as he felt a warm, sweet tongue lapping at his entrance.
Glorfindel smiled and continued to lick him.
Thranduil felt himself hardening at the other elf’s touch and to his own embarrassment he found himself pushing back, wanting the warmth to slip inside him.
Glorfindel pushed the tip of his tongue inside the king’s puckered entrance and continued his ministrations until he noticed Thranduil was nearly at his peak. He stood up and walked to the closet.
Thranduil’s throbbing erection was starting to get unbearable. He wished Glorfindel would hurry up and finish it.
But Glorfindel had no such plans and picked out a large paddle; there was a symbol of a dragon carved in it. So that if he would hit Thranduil some times the symbol would stay white while the spots around it will be red from the blows
Thranduil looked at Glorfindel, wondering what he was going to do. Then he felt a burning pain on his butt. He yelped and tried to twist away, his still burning as well.
Glorfindel grabbed a hold of his hips and delivered a few more blows, refusing to give the king the release he was begging for so badly.
Thranduil screamed of pain.
Glorfindel smirked, “That’s it, scream for me, beg for mercy, beg for release”
Thranduil didn’t know what would be the best choice, mercy or release, but maybe he would be given mercy after his release, “Please”
Glorfindel looked at him, “Please what?”
Thranduil looked at him; he barely got it out of his mouth, “Please make me come”
Glorfindel hit him on the butt again, “Please make me come what?”
Thranduil looked down, “Please make me come, milord”GlorGlorfindel chuckled and unchained the lord’s right hand “Please yourself, come before me and scream my name”
Thranduil looked at him and moved a hand down and slowly stroked himself. He started to moan but never took his eyes off Glorfindel.
Glorfindel watched as the elf stroked himself.
Thranduil reached his peak and screamed out Glorfindel’s name, thinking that he might be merciful if Thranduil obeyed his commands.
Glorfindel smirked when the king cried out his name and created a puddle of semen on the floor.
Thranduil flinched from the pain, “Please Glorfindel, stop this, I spoke the truth, I’m here to apologize, I regret my actions”
Glorfindel smirked, “It is too late for that now, pathetic excuse for a king, you will suffer the consequences of your actions”
Thranduil trembled at the words.
Glorfindel looked at him “Let’s see, if you like the treatment you gave Haldir. The same you gave Legolas when he was just a kid, you shouldn’t be blessed with the honour to have him as your son”. And kicked Thranduil in the stomach.
Thranduil screamed of pain and tears sprung in his eyes. He begged Glorfindel to stop his actions, to let him be.
Glorfindel just laughed and moved behind Thranduil and kneeled.
Thranduil got confused and startled as he felt a warm, sweet tongue lapping at his entrance.
Glorfindel smiled and continued to lick him.
Thranduil felt himself hardening at the other elf’s touch and to his own embarrassment he found himself pushing back, wanting the warmth to slip inside him.
Glorfindel pushed the tip of his tongue inside the king’s puckered entrance and continued his ministrations until he noticed Thranduil was nearly at his peak. He stood up and walked to the closet.
Thranduil’s throbbing erection was starting to get unbearable. He wished Glorfindel would hurry up and finish it.
But Glorfindel had no such plans and picked out a large paddle; there was a symbol of a dragon carved in it. So that if he would hit Thranduil some times the symbol would stay white while the spots around it will be red from the blows
Thranduil looked at Glorfindel, wondering what he was going to do. Then he felt a burning pain on his butt. He yelped and tried to twist away, his still burning as well.
Glorfindel grabbed a hold of his hips and delivered a few more blows, refusing to give the king the release he was begging for so badly.
Thranduil screamed of pain.
Glorfindel smirked, “That’s it, scream for me, beg for mercy, beg for release”
Thranduil didn’t know what would be the best choice, mercy or release, but maybe he would be given mercy after his release, “Please”
Glorfindel looked at him, “Please what?”
Thranduil looked at him; he barely got it out of his mouth, “Please make me come”
Glorfindel hit him on the butt again, “Please make me come what?”
Thranduil looked down, “Please make me come, milord”GlorGlorfindel chuckled and unchained the lord’s right hand “Please yourself, come before me and scream my name”
Thranduil looked at him and moved a hand down and slowly stroked himself. He started to moan but never took his eyes off Glorfindel.
Glorfindel watched as the elf stroked himself.
Thranduil reached his peak and screamed out Glorfindel’s name, thinking that he might be merciful if Thranduil obeyed his commands.
Glorfindel smirked when the king cried out his name and created a puddle of semen on the floor.