Anestel

Title: Anestel
Part: 33/34
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.

This is a repost... I added several sentences and also a very long passage at the end, so this is now almost twice as long as the first version of this chapter. Thanks to elflover for pointing out where the last version was lacking. :)

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"How do you want to do this?" Glorfindel asked with a smirk.

"Do what?"

"Ah, don't tell me that you have forgotten about your punishment, roch-neth?" Glorfindel chided. Legolas paled visibly, his breath quickening as he stared at Glorfindel with wide eyes. It was true, he had forgotten about it, or rather tried to forget it... and after yesterday, he had felt secure in his knowledge that there was some gentleness and compassion to Glorfindel after all. Because if he still wanted to punish him, why had Glorfindel let him write to his brother? Why had he given that letter to one of the guards sent out to the border, to give it one of Elrond's spies there?

"No answer? Well, it looks like I have to decide then... I think we'll take my desk. Bend over it, and do not move unless I tell you to."

"But..." A glare from Glorfindel made Legolas quickly shut his mouth again. Protests would get him nowhere, he knew that, would only worsen Glorfindel's mood if he kept this up.

With a sigh he finally obeyed and moved to the desk. The polished wood felt cold against his bare skin and edg edge was cutting uncomfortably into his thighs. He wriggeled a little, trying to find a comfortable position without crushing his limp organ in the process, but immediately stopped when he felt Glorfindel step up to him.

The elf ran one hand appreciativly over Legolas' firm buttocks, slapped them lightly and laughed when that caused Legolas to utter a muffled complaint.

"Do not make it worse, little one, I think that I am already very lenient with you. Do you not think so? What would your father have done if he had discovered a similar betrayal, hmm?"

Legolas closed his eyes. He knew that Glorfindel was indulgent, and he also knew that he probably deserved this, after all, he had lied about his true identity for several months, but it did not make this any easier. No, it made it almost worse, to know that he should actually be grateful...

"Do not hold back your tears or your screams, pen-neth..." Glorfindel purred darkly into his ear. "Your pain pleases me, do not forget this."

Legolas tensed and held his breath, waiting for the inescapable pain. When he felt the first blow, he whimpered, more out of surprise than because of the stinging ache. It took a few moments for the pain to really register, but then all of a sudden, it took away his breath with its red-hot intensity. He had tried to suppress his pained moans, tried to hold back the tears, but when the next blow came, it was all for nothing. The tears ran freely down his cheeks, his body shaking as he was torn between the desire to flee from the pain and the knowledge that he wasn't allowed to, and when the cane hit his skin once again, another whimper escaped him.

Glorfindel smiled. "Does it hurt?" he purred, a little breathless as the sight of the red stripes on Legolas' white skin made him grow hard. He had indeed looked forward to this... not so much because the youth had to be punished for lying, although that was certainly true as well. No, he enjoyed it to have Legolas so completely in his power, to make the youth realize just how truly helpless he was. He had waited a long time for this... after all, he did not really want to hurt him, not in a serious way at least. But Legolas had started eating again and had grown more spirited, he had even taken up sleeping with open eyes again after he had closed them the way humans did during his pregnancy. This was not going to hurt him then, would probably even be a lot less terrible than the prince had thought.

Glorfindel swallowed and traced a hot, red welt with his fingertips, delighting in the soft hiss this produced. "Yes, I want to hear you, show me your pain..."

Legolas sobbed when the cane hit him again, first softly, than louder and without restraint when more and more blows rained down on his already burning skin. He pleaded and begged for Glorfindel to stop but the Noldo did not listen to him. Again and again the cane hit him, forced sobs and whimpers from him until at last the steady rain of blows ended.

Shaking and wet with sweat, Legolas rested on the desk, too weak to even open his eyes. The pain was still there, so bright and hot that he wouldn't have wondered if his skin had been torn by the hard blows. And surely this hadn't been all... surely Glorfindel would want to use him now, take him hard and deep before he would be allowed to rest...

But what he then felt was not what he had expected. He felt Glorfindel's lips caress his skin, felt his hot tongue lick along the burning lines of pain. It was... strangely pleasurable. It made Legolas' skin tingle and sting, made him moan softly and arch up, his thighs parting of their own accord to make it easier for Glorfindel.

The Noldo moaned against his skin. Legolas was gleaming with sweat, tasting of fear, of pain and also of passion, and with the traces of blood he could taste, it only served to make his lust grow even more. Yes, he wanted Legolas, wanted him like this, helpless, bent over his desk, trembling with pain and passion... but first he wanted to taste him some more.

Legolas gasped when he felt Glorfindel'nguengue again, following another of the burning welts. Then Glorfindel moved lower, licking at the crease where thigh and hip joined, biting at the white skin until Legolas whimpered and began to move beneath him. With a smirk, Glorfindel used his hands to keep Legolas' thighs spread and then licked over the tightly puckered opening. Legolas moaned helplessly and bucked up while Glorfindel kept at the torturously slow licking. He traced a circle with the tip of his tongue around the sensitive muscle, lubricating the entrance with his saliva until Legolas was writhing and moaning continually, totally lost in his pleasure.

When Glorfindel pushed his tongue inside him, Legolas cried out, the muscles of his thighs trembling so hard beneath Glorfindel's fingers that the Noldo actually felt pity for the youth and slipped one of his hands beween Legolas' body and the desk to firmly grasp the straining erection. He pulled at it, flicked his thumb against the tip while he forced his tongue even deeper. Legolas cried out once more and Glorfindel could feel his inner muscles shake and contract while a sticky heat covered his hand.

He smiled, one hand gently moving up and down the youth's side to both caress and calm him. "Come on, let's get you back to bed," he murmured while he gathered the unresisting body in his arms. "Then you can use that sweet, hot mouth of yours to show me just exactly how thankful you are, and then, I think, it is time for a bath... if you can stay awake for a few more minutes."

The only answer Legolas managed was a soft sigh while he nuzzled sleepily against Glorfindel's neck. He did not want to bath... he wanted to pull the covers over his head and sleep, as long as the welts the cane had raised on his bottom were not yet hurting him yet. It was a pleasant state he was in, exhausted, dreamy, hot and without any thoughts or questions, simply floating on the sensations. Glorfindel had him in his arms and would care for him, and he did not have to think about anything. But very soon, this dreamlike feeling would leave him, and then he'd feel the pain of his punishment with every movement. He would prefer to already be asleep by then...

But apparently Glorfindel had different plans. None too gently he let Legolas fall to the bed and then continued to strip himself. Legolas was wriggling around on the bed, trying to find a position which did not put any pressure on the burning welts and which would nevertheless allow him to watch how more and more of the golden-haired elf's body was laid bare to his eyes.
Finally Glorfindel was completely, gloriously nude. His skin gleamed in the sunshine, his hair seemed to sparkle and when Legolas lowered his gaze a little, he could see just how much the Noldo had enjoyed punishing him. Legolas blushed and lowered his eyes. He had given himself to Glorfindel so often already, but somehow it made him feel insecure and frightened to see Glorfindel stand in front of him like this, totally at ease with his body, with this situation. He exuded a natural dominance, the arrogant knowledge of his power over the youth in front of him...and while this embarassed Legolas, he knew somewhere deep in his heart that he was only blushing because he knew that Glorfindel was right, that he would indeed do everything the lord told him.

"Come, kneel for me," Glorfindel ordered throatily, and Legolas was quick to obey. With half-closed eyes Glorfindel watched him sink to the ground in front of him while he himself sat down on the bed, then threaded his fingers through the Sinda's silky hair in a gesture both loving and possessive.

"Show me!" he purred. "Show me your devotion, show me that I was right in keeping you as mine!"

Legolas looked up, his heart beating faster in his chest when he realized that it was hunger that was gleaming in Glorfindel's eyes. Not just simple arrogance, simple triumph about his submission, no. Hunger, desire for him...

Legolas bowed his head and smiled as he began to delicately lap at the tip of Glorfindel's erection, tasting the saltiness of his desire in his mouth. The Noldo groaned softly and let his head fall back, his hands holding Legolas in place. But the youth needed no coercion, no guiding, he had learned well how to please Glorfidel, and now he was bent on using that knowledge. He wanted to see Glorfindel shake, wanted to see him lose all composure as he fell apart... and Legolas knew how to achieve that aim. He teased the lord with his tongue until he started to growl and yank at his hair in frustration, and only then did he move to take more of the swollen shaft into his mouth. He swallowed around the hard flesh again and again until Glorfindel's hips bucked upwards agaihim him without the slightest resemblance of control, finally closing his eyes in pleasure as more and more of the pearly drops dripped onto his tongue, allowing him to taste Glorfindel's lust. Surely the Noldo would not be able to last much longer now...

"Ai!" Glorfindel moaned, throwing his head back, "yes, like that!" and that was all the warning Legolas got as his mouth was suddenly filled with gush after gush of hot, salty liquid. He tried to swallow it all, then continued to lap at Glorfindel's softening member until all traces were cleaned away and Glorfindel let himself sink back onto the bed to recline there like a big, lazy cat.

Legolas grinned up at him as he slowly licked his way upwards the Noldo's broad chest. "Did you not mention a bath some minutes ago?" he teased as he was now awake again while Glofindel watched him from beneath heavy-lidded eyes. But the lord did not even react to his insolent tone and his bright smile, he only raised a hand trying to limply slap Legolas, as if he were indeed a cat and the youth a particularly annoying fly.

"Later..." he yawned. "Come back to bed now..."

Legolas shook his head, still smiling. "I'll wash myself first, I'm not going to take long." When Glorfindel only shrugged in answer, Legolas quickly went to their bathroom to clean himself... and to take some of the salve Glorfindel kept there in a jar and apply it to the burning welts on his bottom. He hissed as he rubbed the salve in. It made the stinging worse, although very soon the herbs would take effect and numb the pain -- at least that was what he hoped.

It was then that he heard a knocking at the door and Glorfindel's voice which called the visitor in.

Legolas panicked as he realized that he was naked. No matter who had decided to come to their room, he did not want them to see him like this, even if it was only Lord Elrond who had examined his body so many times.

golagolas?" Glorfindel called. All of a sudden he sounded awake again, and quite cheerful at that. Legolas grew suspicious and wrapped a large towel around his body before he entered their bedroom once more.

Glorfindel nodded in his direction. "That's him, our little Sindarin prince," he said and then smirked when the elf in front of him raised his eyebrows.

"*That*'s him?" the stranger asked, then shook his head while he looked Legolas up and down.

"That's Thalaron, roch-neth," Glorfindel purred with devious enjoyment. "The second part of your punishment."


tbc...