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Adult ++
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part 24
Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 24/?
Rating: NC-17
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
Author: Esteliel (esteliel[at]gmx.de)
Homepage: http://www.loes-valthen.de.vu
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.
Thanks Calenharn Elflover for spending so much time betaing this story! :)
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Legolas gasped and froze. Glorfindel smiled at him, a slow, languid smile that gave Legolas a sinking feeling despite the amusement it signified.
“What have we here?” Glorfindel murmured. “Did I not tell you to prepare yourself?” He pushed one hand beneath the blanket and let it rest over Legolas’ fingers, which were still wrapped around his hard flesh. “I cannot remember telling you to pleasure yourself!”
“I did prepare myself, my lord...” Legolas protested softly, only to gasp and fall silent when Glorfindel’s fingers moved further back between his legs until they encountered his other hand.
“I see,” Glorfindel breathed and let his fingertips rub gently against the opening that was stretched around the prince’s own digit. Legolas shuddered and moaned softly, unconsciously arching his back to press himself against Glorfindel, offering himself to him. “Then let me inspect how well you have prepared yourself for me!” Slowly he pressed the tip of one finger inside against the resistance of the tight muscle. Legolas gasped, first tensing in surprise at the intrusion and then trying to relax as Glorfindel’s finger slid deepide ide him, rubbing against his own in the process. It was so strangely erotic that Legolas’ eyes fell closed and his entire body shuddered with want.
“Aiya!” he whimpered. “Please, my lord...”
“Please what, roch neth?” Glorfindel said with a dark smile. “You need to tell me what it is you want.” He crooked his finger, rubbing against the nub inside the youth and chuckled at the immediate response. Legolas tensed, holding his breath for a moment as the intense pleasure threatened to overwhelm him, and then gasped for air in what resembled desperate little sobs.
“Take me, my lord! Please!” Legolas pleaded, and nee need in his voice was so clearly audible that Glorfindel showed mercy. He pulled his finger out, allowing Legolas to do so as well, and quickly yanked the tunic from Legolas' body. He pushed the bared youth down onto the blanket, staring hungrily at Legolas while he unlaced and pulled off his own clothes. Already Glorfindel was erect, and unlike Legolas, he was not in the least bit concerned about the nearness of the guards. He turned Legolas to his side, and then laid down behind him, with Legolas' back to his chest and his taut buttocks flush against his hard length.
“Like this?” he murmured and used his thumbs to open Legolas for him. He pushed forward a little to let Legolas feel the blunt head of his shaft, the rosy opening quivering at the contact. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes! Oh yes, please...” Legolas begged helplessly, clawing at the ground in order to keep from touching himself again. “Fill me my lord... I am yours!”
“Oh yes, you are!” With a soft growl Glorfindel pushed forward, forcing the tight ring of muscle to open around the thick head of his erection, and did not stop until he could feel the smooth flesh of Legolas’ buttocks against his testicles. Legolas moaned long and deeply, and rustling sounds as well as the murmuring of soft voices reminded them that they still had two eavesdroppers, and probably the attention of the entire camp as well.
Glorfindel could feel Legolas tense and whimper with dismay when he realized how exposed they were to the nearby elves. “Hush,” Glorfindel trio cao calm him and pressed a kiss to his temple, “do not worry about them – your only concern right now should be to please me.” Legolas closed his eyes, still trembling while he tried to ignore the voices of the two guards. Glorfindel pulled the blanket up to cover their bodies, then wrapped a strong arm around Legolas to hold him close, kissing his neck and shoulder until the prince began to relax into his arms once more.
“Concentrate on me!” Glorfindel breathed into his ear. “Concentrate on how I feel – my body, my touch, my hardness inside you. It is the only thing that matters to you."
“Yes, lord,” Legolas whispered weakly and reached for Glorfindel’s hand which was resting on his belly. Timidly he entwined his fingers with those of the warrior, then sighed and rested his head back against Glorfindel’s shoulder. Glorfindel pulled back a little, then pushed back in, nudging the spot inside Legolas that made him gasp and arch his back. “Ai... more, please!” he moaned, pressing himself back against Glorfindel to take him as deep as possible inside himself. He turned his head to the side, silently pleading for a kiss, and the Noldo indulged him and covered the offered lips with his own.
Legolas sighed, his lips parting in surrender when Glorfindel’s tongue took possession of his mouth. He was flooded with sensation, completely enveloped by Glorfindel. His mouth was filled with Glorfindel’s taste, he was held in his arms, and surrounded by his scent – and deep within him, he could feel Glorfindel’s passion, his desire for him, hot and thick and claiming him so completely that Legolas could not help but revel in his complete surrender to the golden warrior. He moaned into Glorfindel’s mouth, giving himself over to the strong Noldo, and was rewarded for his submission with another gentle thrust which sent sweetest pleasure straight into the center of his being. Again and again Glorfindel pushed into him, and while Legolas vaguely realized that he should be silent, he could not hold back the soft sighs and moans which Glorfindel’s skillful lovemaking forced from him.
The warrior’s hand, entwined with his own, was still resting on his belly, and now Glorfindel withdrew his fingers from Legolas’ grip to wrap them around the youth’s aching shaft. Legolas shuddered, his muscles tensing around Glorfindel, and after a few more of the agonizingly slow thrusts Legolas came hard, still gasping for breath when he felt Glorfindel’s warm essence fill him scant heartbeats later.
Glorfindel panted as well, and for a short time both were unable to do anything but rest, their bodies still joined. Finally Glorfindel withdrew, pressing a gentle kiss to Legolas’ neck when the prince sighed, then took a cloth to wipe the sticky result of their lovemaking from their bodies.
“You could not wait for me?” he then asked, playfully biting into the tempting shoulder before him. “Although you knew that I intended to have you, you could not wait? Tell me, do you still remember my rules?”
“I am sorry, my lord...I know that you told me to not touch myself!” Legolas said softly and lowered his head.
“And yet you broke my rule. What do you think I should do with you, roch neth nín?”
Legolas bit his lower lip. He knew what Glorfindel wanted to hear. “You should punish me, my lord...” he whispered, tensing as he thought about what it would feel like to be chastised before the eyes of the warriors – and worse, before their child. Would Glorfindel truly do this to him?
“Oh yes, you certainly deserve a punishment!” Glorfindel turned Legolas around so that they now rested face to face, then smiled in dark satisfaction at the anxiety he saw. “There are two ways we can do this, Legolas – I will let you choose. I can punish you right here, pull you over my knees and give you the spanking you know you deserve. Or we can wait until Lórien, where neither Gîl nor my guards will be able to watch, but where I will then use more than just my bare hand. It is up to you, Legolas!”
“Please wait until Lórien, my lord!” Les has hastily answered, relieved and thankful that he would not have to endure the humiliation of being disciplined like a child in front of the warriors. Nothing could be worse than that.
“I will not go easy on you, Legolas,” Glorfindel warned. “It is onl only that you broke one of my rules; even worse – instead of finding you ready for me, I see you pleasuring yourself while listening to the lovemaking of two of my guards! Tell me, what am I supposed to think about that?”
“Ai, I am sorry!” Legolas moaned, burning with shame. “Please, my lord, believe me, it was not my intention to listen to them! But they were so loud, and... and they were talking about you and me...”
“Is that true, Fairion? Laindir?” Glorfindel asked in a slightly louder voice. Soft laughter answered him, then the two elves appeared from behind the bush, dressed again but still flushed with the aftermath of pleasure.
“Aye, Lord,” Fairion answered. “I have to admit that I told Laindir how beautiful I thought you were together, especially your little prince... and oh I was right, he makes the sweetest sounds!”
A choked noise of shame and protest came from Legolas at that statement.
“I am sure he was thinking of nobody but yourself when he touched himself, my lord,” Laindir said, smiling with unveiled amusement as he looked down at his captain and the slender body cuddled against him. Glorfindel wrapped one arm around Legolas and pulled him closer, but his voice was notably colder when he again addressed the two elves.
“Who or what he thinks about is none of your concern – I suggest you go and get some rest now, tomorrow will be a strenuous day for all of us.”
“Of course, Lord Glorfindel,” the two guards immediately answered and bowed their heads before they took their blankets and left, this time without any outward signs of amusement.
Glorfindel sighed, shaking his head slowly. “They are all laughing at me,” he said, but it was obvious that he was not truly angry about it. "To think hohavehave complained every time we had to guard some lord with his lady and children on the journey to and from Lórien, instead of fighting orcs... ai, it is no wonder that they laugh now that I myself am taking my small son on a visit to the Golden Wood.”
“Is that why you have not... take une until now?” Legolas asked slowly, not certain if the question would anGlorGlorfindel. But the Noldo only smiled and shook his head.
“Had I known that you would take tvesdvesdropping on my guards if I did not give you release, I would have taken you much sooner, my wanton little prince!” Glorfindel said and laughed out loud when Legolas protested. “I have made it a habit to not indulge myself at the beginning of a journey, not until I see how the dynamics of the group work. You must have been very tired these last several nights if you did not realize that I often got up from our bed to see how the current watch was doing!”
“You are right, my lord, I had not realized that,” Legolas said, suddenly feeling very young and foolish to sleep through those disturbances.
“Do not worry, Legolas, I know that you are not used to travel. That is why there are so many guards with us, so that you and Gîlríon can sleep safely at night.”
“And what about tonight?” Legolas asked, lowering his eyes to escape Glorfindel’s amused gaze.
“Oh, I do not think I will have to get up tonight – by now I have worked out a plan that matches the inexperienced youngsters with my older warriors, and I have assured myself that they work well together. No, from now on the nights are my own, to use as I like... to use you as I like!” Glorfindel crowned the last sentence with a light bite to Legolas’ nipple, soothing the stiff nub with his tongue when Legolas gasped. “I should like to get you with child again, you tasted so sweet...” he mused before he bent down to suck on the small nipple.
Legolas was clearly not happy about that thought, but soon he was writhing again, softly moaning as his tender flesh was manipulated. Only a short while ago Gîlríon had been weaned, and while Legolas’ chest was finally once more as flat as that of every other male, his nipples were still very sensitive. Legolas was not sure if this was still an effect of giving birth and nursing a babe, or if this sensitivity was normal – after all, he had never had his nipples sucked before he got pregnant.
That thought alone made Legolas blush, and Glorfindel released him, chuckling at this reaction. “I thought you missed nursing Gîlríon...” he teased.
“But it is different... with you,” Legolas protested, then fell silent when Glorfindel’s thumb circled around his stiff, reddened nipple.
“There will be other children for you to suckle one day,” Glorfindel promised and smirked at Legolas’ unhappy sigh. “But for now, we should sleep. From tomorrow on the journey will be harder, and it will be several days until we will have a camp as comfortable as this again...”
“Yes, my lord,” Legolas answered obediently, then looked wistfully at their sleeping child. Glorfindel smiledLegoLegolas’ obvious need to feel Gîlríon close, and so he got up to his knees and gently lifted his son from his soft bedding. As soon as the child was in Legolas’ arms, hstlestled against his ada’s chest, still deeply asleep, and Glorfindel curled up against Legolas’ back with a protective arm over the two of them, keeping them safe and close during the night.
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roch neth = colt
roch neth nín = my colt
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Part: 24/?
Rating: NC-17
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
Author: Esteliel (esteliel[at]gmx.de)
Homepage: http://www.loes-valthen.de.vu
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.
Thanks Calenharn Elflover for spending so much time betaing this story! :)
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Legolas gasped and froze. Glorfindel smiled at him, a slow, languid smile that gave Legolas a sinking feeling despite the amusement it signified.
“What have we here?” Glorfindel murmured. “Did I not tell you to prepare yourself?” He pushed one hand beneath the blanket and let it rest over Legolas’ fingers, which were still wrapped around his hard flesh. “I cannot remember telling you to pleasure yourself!”
“I did prepare myself, my lord...” Legolas protested softly, only to gasp and fall silent when Glorfindel’s fingers moved further back between his legs until they encountered his other hand.
“I see,” Glorfindel breathed and let his fingertips rub gently against the opening that was stretched around the prince’s own digit. Legolas shuddered and moaned softly, unconsciously arching his back to press himself against Glorfindel, offering himself to him. “Then let me inspect how well you have prepared yourself for me!” Slowly he pressed the tip of one finger inside against the resistance of the tight muscle. Legolas gasped, first tensing in surprise at the intrusion and then trying to relax as Glorfindel’s finger slid deepide ide him, rubbing against his own in the process. It was so strangely erotic that Legolas’ eyes fell closed and his entire body shuddered with want.
“Aiya!” he whimpered. “Please, my lord...”
“Please what, roch neth?” Glorfindel said with a dark smile. “You need to tell me what it is you want.” He crooked his finger, rubbing against the nub inside the youth and chuckled at the immediate response. Legolas tensed, holding his breath for a moment as the intense pleasure threatened to overwhelm him, and then gasped for air in what resembled desperate little sobs.
“Take me, my lord! Please!” Legolas pleaded, and nee need in his voice was so clearly audible that Glorfindel showed mercy. He pulled his finger out, allowing Legolas to do so as well, and quickly yanked the tunic from Legolas' body. He pushed the bared youth down onto the blanket, staring hungrily at Legolas while he unlaced and pulled off his own clothes. Already Glorfindel was erect, and unlike Legolas, he was not in the least bit concerned about the nearness of the guards. He turned Legolas to his side, and then laid down behind him, with Legolas' back to his chest and his taut buttocks flush against his hard length.
“Like this?” he murmured and used his thumbs to open Legolas for him. He pushed forward a little to let Legolas feel the blunt head of his shaft, the rosy opening quivering at the contact. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes! Oh yes, please...” Legolas begged helplessly, clawing at the ground in order to keep from touching himself again. “Fill me my lord... I am yours!”
“Oh yes, you are!” With a soft growl Glorfindel pushed forward, forcing the tight ring of muscle to open around the thick head of his erection, and did not stop until he could feel the smooth flesh of Legolas’ buttocks against his testicles. Legolas moaned long and deeply, and rustling sounds as well as the murmuring of soft voices reminded them that they still had two eavesdroppers, and probably the attention of the entire camp as well.
Glorfindel could feel Legolas tense and whimper with dismay when he realized how exposed they were to the nearby elves. “Hush,” Glorfindel trio cao calm him and pressed a kiss to his temple, “do not worry about them – your only concern right now should be to please me.” Legolas closed his eyes, still trembling while he tried to ignore the voices of the two guards. Glorfindel pulled the blanket up to cover their bodies, then wrapped a strong arm around Legolas to hold him close, kissing his neck and shoulder until the prince began to relax into his arms once more.
“Concentrate on me!” Glorfindel breathed into his ear. “Concentrate on how I feel – my body, my touch, my hardness inside you. It is the only thing that matters to you."
“Yes, lord,” Legolas whispered weakly and reached for Glorfindel’s hand which was resting on his belly. Timidly he entwined his fingers with those of the warrior, then sighed and rested his head back against Glorfindel’s shoulder. Glorfindel pulled back a little, then pushed back in, nudging the spot inside Legolas that made him gasp and arch his back. “Ai... more, please!” he moaned, pressing himself back against Glorfindel to take him as deep as possible inside himself. He turned his head to the side, silently pleading for a kiss, and the Noldo indulged him and covered the offered lips with his own.
Legolas sighed, his lips parting in surrender when Glorfindel’s tongue took possession of his mouth. He was flooded with sensation, completely enveloped by Glorfindel. His mouth was filled with Glorfindel’s taste, he was held in his arms, and surrounded by his scent – and deep within him, he could feel Glorfindel’s passion, his desire for him, hot and thick and claiming him so completely that Legolas could not help but revel in his complete surrender to the golden warrior. He moaned into Glorfindel’s mouth, giving himself over to the strong Noldo, and was rewarded for his submission with another gentle thrust which sent sweetest pleasure straight into the center of his being. Again and again Glorfindel pushed into him, and while Legolas vaguely realized that he should be silent, he could not hold back the soft sighs and moans which Glorfindel’s skillful lovemaking forced from him.
The warrior’s hand, entwined with his own, was still resting on his belly, and now Glorfindel withdrew his fingers from Legolas’ grip to wrap them around the youth’s aching shaft. Legolas shuddered, his muscles tensing around Glorfindel, and after a few more of the agonizingly slow thrusts Legolas came hard, still gasping for breath when he felt Glorfindel’s warm essence fill him scant heartbeats later.
Glorfindel panted as well, and for a short time both were unable to do anything but rest, their bodies still joined. Finally Glorfindel withdrew, pressing a gentle kiss to Legolas’ neck when the prince sighed, then took a cloth to wipe the sticky result of their lovemaking from their bodies.
“You could not wait for me?” he then asked, playfully biting into the tempting shoulder before him. “Although you knew that I intended to have you, you could not wait? Tell me, do you still remember my rules?”
“I am sorry, my lord...I know that you told me to not touch myself!” Legolas said softly and lowered his head.
“And yet you broke my rule. What do you think I should do with you, roch neth nín?”
Legolas bit his lower lip. He knew what Glorfindel wanted to hear. “You should punish me, my lord...” he whispered, tensing as he thought about what it would feel like to be chastised before the eyes of the warriors – and worse, before their child. Would Glorfindel truly do this to him?
“Oh yes, you certainly deserve a punishment!” Glorfindel turned Legolas around so that they now rested face to face, then smiled in dark satisfaction at the anxiety he saw. “There are two ways we can do this, Legolas – I will let you choose. I can punish you right here, pull you over my knees and give you the spanking you know you deserve. Or we can wait until Lórien, where neither Gîl nor my guards will be able to watch, but where I will then use more than just my bare hand. It is up to you, Legolas!”
“Please wait until Lórien, my lord!” Les has hastily answered, relieved and thankful that he would not have to endure the humiliation of being disciplined like a child in front of the warriors. Nothing could be worse than that.
“I will not go easy on you, Legolas,” Glorfindel warned. “It is onl only that you broke one of my rules; even worse – instead of finding you ready for me, I see you pleasuring yourself while listening to the lovemaking of two of my guards! Tell me, what am I supposed to think about that?”
“Ai, I am sorry!” Legolas moaned, burning with shame. “Please, my lord, believe me, it was not my intention to listen to them! But they were so loud, and... and they were talking about you and me...”
“Is that true, Fairion? Laindir?” Glorfindel asked in a slightly louder voice. Soft laughter answered him, then the two elves appeared from behind the bush, dressed again but still flushed with the aftermath of pleasure.
“Aye, Lord,” Fairion answered. “I have to admit that I told Laindir how beautiful I thought you were together, especially your little prince... and oh I was right, he makes the sweetest sounds!”
A choked noise of shame and protest came from Legolas at that statement.
“I am sure he was thinking of nobody but yourself when he touched himself, my lord,” Laindir said, smiling with unveiled amusement as he looked down at his captain and the slender body cuddled against him. Glorfindel wrapped one arm around Legolas and pulled him closer, but his voice was notably colder when he again addressed the two elves.
“Who or what he thinks about is none of your concern – I suggest you go and get some rest now, tomorrow will be a strenuous day for all of us.”
“Of course, Lord Glorfindel,” the two guards immediately answered and bowed their heads before they took their blankets and left, this time without any outward signs of amusement.
Glorfindel sighed, shaking his head slowly. “They are all laughing at me,” he said, but it was obvious that he was not truly angry about it. "To think hohavehave complained every time we had to guard some lord with his lady and children on the journey to and from Lórien, instead of fighting orcs... ai, it is no wonder that they laugh now that I myself am taking my small son on a visit to the Golden Wood.”
“Is that why you have not... take une until now?” Legolas asked slowly, not certain if the question would anGlorGlorfindel. But the Noldo only smiled and shook his head.
“Had I known that you would take tvesdvesdropping on my guards if I did not give you release, I would have taken you much sooner, my wanton little prince!” Glorfindel said and laughed out loud when Legolas protested. “I have made it a habit to not indulge myself at the beginning of a journey, not until I see how the dynamics of the group work. You must have been very tired these last several nights if you did not realize that I often got up from our bed to see how the current watch was doing!”
“You are right, my lord, I had not realized that,” Legolas said, suddenly feeling very young and foolish to sleep through those disturbances.
“Do not worry, Legolas, I know that you are not used to travel. That is why there are so many guards with us, so that you and Gîlríon can sleep safely at night.”
“And what about tonight?” Legolas asked, lowering his eyes to escape Glorfindel’s amused gaze.
“Oh, I do not think I will have to get up tonight – by now I have worked out a plan that matches the inexperienced youngsters with my older warriors, and I have assured myself that they work well together. No, from now on the nights are my own, to use as I like... to use you as I like!” Glorfindel crowned the last sentence with a light bite to Legolas’ nipple, soothing the stiff nub with his tongue when Legolas gasped. “I should like to get you with child again, you tasted so sweet...” he mused before he bent down to suck on the small nipple.
Legolas was clearly not happy about that thought, but soon he was writhing again, softly moaning as his tender flesh was manipulated. Only a short while ago Gîlríon had been weaned, and while Legolas’ chest was finally once more as flat as that of every other male, his nipples were still very sensitive. Legolas was not sure if this was still an effect of giving birth and nursing a babe, or if this sensitivity was normal – after all, he had never had his nipples sucked before he got pregnant.
That thought alone made Legolas blush, and Glorfindel released him, chuckling at this reaction. “I thought you missed nursing Gîlríon...” he teased.
“But it is different... with you,” Legolas protested, then fell silent when Glorfindel’s thumb circled around his stiff, reddened nipple.
“There will be other children for you to suckle one day,” Glorfindel promised and smirked at Legolas’ unhappy sigh. “But for now, we should sleep. From tomorrow on the journey will be harder, and it will be several days until we will have a camp as comfortable as this again...”
“Yes, my lord,” Legolas answered obediently, then looked wistfully at their sleeping child. Glorfindel smiledLegoLegolas’ obvious need to feel Gîlríon close, and so he got up to his knees and gently lifted his son from his soft bedding. As soon as the child was in Legolas’ arms, hstlestled against his ada’s chest, still deeply asleep, and Glorfindel curled up against Legolas’ back with a protective arm over the two of them, keeping them safe and close during the night.
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roch neth = colt
roch neth nín = my colt
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