Anestel

Title: Anestel
Part: 10/?
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, bdsm
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing
with them and will give them back afterwards.

Thank you for all the nice comments... more feedback is of course
always welcome! :))

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Glorfindel smiled when he entered his room. They had hurried so they would be home before nightfall, and although Glorfindel would not admit it to anyone, the reason for his haste had not so much been the comfort Rivendell had to offer but the thought of having the warm, soft body of his Sindar close to him at night. He had missed the way the youth would tremble beneath him, the way his eyes would look at him warily, pretending to hate him and yet just waiting to be forced into submission...

Glorfindel groaned. The nights had been cold and lonely for him, and more than once, he had dreamed of the pleasures that would be his once he had returned home. Now that he was back, the only thing he wanted was to have a bath and his little Sindar before falling asleep in his soft bed.

Only that there a certain someone was already in his bed, sleeping in the sunshine which fell in through the open window...

Glorfindel sighed softly. It seemed to him that he had never seen a being more beautiful than the fragile youth. The golden sunlight spilled over pale, smooth skin like warm honey, caressing slender limbs, kissing rosy lips which were slightly pouting... Legolas moaned and moved a little, and -- as if he were aware of the hungry gaze resting on him -- the green tunic he wore fell open, baring the creamy skin of his thighs.

Glorfindel walked to the bed and sat down. He felt like he was dreaming, or perhaps enchanted by some strange magic...
"Wake up, pen-neth," he breathed into Legolas' ear, causing the young elf to sigh and turn around, instinctively cuddling up to the warmth next to him. Glorfindel smiled indulgently. Yes, sweet and innocent was what described this Sindar best, and as always, this woke the desire in him to strip this innocence away, to make the youth moan in lust while Glorfindel took him. He wanted to see a look of complete submission in those eyes, he wanted the high which was caused by the feeling of complete ownership, complete possession.

"Mine..." he whispered, and Legolas sighed and opened his eyes.He was still half lost in dreams, not sure whether this was the real Glorfindel or just another illusion, but that question was quickly answered when Glorfindel bent down and he felt a very real, hungry tongue invade his mouth. Legolas moaned softly into the kiss, his hands coming up to entangle themselves within the golden curls of the Noldor lord. When their lips finally parted he sighed and kept his hands in Glorfindel's hair, drowsily playing with some strands.

"So you /did/ miss me, roch-neth nîn..." Glorfindel said, his amusement at the younger elf's compliance plainly visible on his face. Legolas blushed and lowered his eyes but did not try to get away from Glorfindel's touch.

Yes, it was he true... he had missed Glorfindel. Four weeks without somebody to talk to had left him craving company, craving touch... And his run-in with Elladan had made him miss Glorfindel even more. With Glorfindel he at laest knew where he stood, what to expect... and with Glorfindel around, Elladan surely would not try that again. Although, there had been his threat...

"I am most grateful that you are back and unwounded, my lord," he finally answered with a forced little smile.

"Ah, such pretty words, pen-neth," Glorfindel sighed. "Did you not enjoy my absence? I would have thought that you would be happy to do as you pleased, without rules to observe..."

Legolas blushed and quickly turned his head into Glorfindel's shoulder, trying to hide the telltale reaction.

"But there /were/ rules, roch-neth," Glorfindel continued with a smile, his fingers forcing Legolas' head up, "and I can already see that you have not obeyed my words..."

Legolas paled. So Elladan had already spoken with Glorfindel... "It was not my fault! I do not know what he told you, but I did not want it!"

"You did not want /what/?" Glorfindel growled and pressed Legolas to the bed, taken by surprise by his words. "Who did what to you?"

"Elladan!" Legolas cried, "Did he not tell you? I did not want it, believe me, my lord..."

"/What/ did he do to you?" Glorfindel repeated slowly. His eyes had gone dark with anger and his voice trembled, as if he cold barely contain his rage. It frightened Legolas, who did not know whether the anger was directed towards him or Elladan.

"He kissed me... and he tried to touch me," Legolas sobbed. "Please... I told him that I was yours, that you would not want it..."

"Did he let you go then?"

Legolas nodded, silvery tears running down his pale cheeks. Glorfindel smiled and bent down to lick at them. "Good," he said with satisfaction. "You are mine, do not worry... nobody is allowed to touch you but me. But that was not what I meant," he then continued with a dark smile, his hands straying to the front of the green tunic Legalas was wearing. "You are clothed in my bed, although you know of my wishes... it pleases me to look at you, do not hide your body from me!" He quickly stripped Legolas, causing another blush to heat the pale cheeks as the young elf's body was once again bared to Glorfindel's gaze.

"This is better... now, is there anything else you would like to confess?"

Legolas shook his head, wide-eyed and pale.

"Do you know what the punishment for lying to me is?" Glorfindel asked sternly. He got up and opened a small chest near to the bed, then return with a cane in his hand. Legolas instinctively shied away from him when he returned to the bed, but Glorfindel grabbed his neck and held him down, so that he could not get away.

"This is going to leave marks on your fair skin, little one... and believe me, I will enjoy seeing them," he purred. "Now, I will ask you a last time... is there another disobedience you want to confess?"

"I have not followed your order to... not touch myself," Legolas whispered fearfully. The cane looked... more than just painful to him. He had been punished before, but never with an instrument such as this -- he did not want to experience what it felt like. "I am sorry, I promise I will not disobey you again!" he pleaded, his eyes resting on the cane.

Glorfindel smiled at the obvious fear in the young elf's face. "I think you are beginning to understand, little one -- I will not use the cane today, as you did not lie to me. But punish you I must, would you not agree?"

No, Legolas thought, he did not agree, but he did not dare to say it out loud. He simply nodded and watched Glorfindel, afraid of what the older elf would deem appropriate punishment for his transgressions.

"Lay down over my knees," Glorfindel ordered and then watched with obvious impatience while Legolas scrambled to follow the command.

Glorfindel rested one hand on Legolas' buttocks, kneading the firm flesh and enjoying the trembles which ran through the slender body while his other hand held both of Legolas' wrists. "You will be punished like a child because, like a child, you are unable to obey orders. If you do not want this to happen again, do what I say." He raised his hand and let it come down hard on Legolas' bare buttocks, causing the younger elf to yelp in surprise and pain. Then Glorfindel's hand came down again and again, leaving Legolas no time for thought or struggle as the pain started to spread. Each time the hand connected with his skin, hot pain flared through his body like a bolt of lightning, leaving a tingling feeling of heat behind, and each slap landing on already punished skin was worse than the one before it. It did not take long until Legolas was sobbing without shame, squirming without being able to escape his punishment which felt like it would never end.
It hurt... it hurt terribly, and yet Legolas could feel arousal mirror the intensity of the pain. His cock was hard, trapped between his belly and Glorfindel's thigh, and every time Legolas moved, the delicious friction made him moan with lust although he was still crying because of the pain.

"So beautiful..." a voice next to him whispered. It was not Glorfindel's voice, it was Elladan's, but the pain was so intense that even this added humiliation of having another witness his punishment could not make him stop gasping and pleading. Hands touched his knees, spread them, bared the insides of his thighs to Glorfindel's hands, and Legolas sobbed loudly when the sensitive skin exploded with pain under the hard, relentless slaps.
"I am sorry, I am sorry..." he gasped and the pain was so intense that he feared he'd slip away into unconsciousness if Glorfindel continued, and then the pain only worsened as Glorfindel moved back to his already red buttocks. But still his cock got even harder when Elladan's fingertips caressed his burning thighs, slowly moving upwards, caressing, tomenting. Legolas whimpered and squirmed. He no longer tried to get away from something he had accepted he could not change, his body moved all of its own, trying to rub against Glorfindel's thigh, trying to move into the touch of his hands. It was too much... in that moment, Legolas would have gladly given all that he was if the pain would just stop, or continue forever.
Then Elladan's fingers moved onwards, teasingly caressing his balls, and Legolas could feel something inside him shatter. Chains which had bound some part inside of him were broken, and as his seed splashed on his belly his mind began to soar like a tamed eagle who tasted freedom for the first time.

Glorfindel smiled and gathered Legolas close in his arms, brushing the hair out of his face. "You will not touch him again," he told Elladan who simply nodded and silently left, leaving Glorfindel to soothe the crying and trembling youth in his arms.

"Hush, pen-neth, it is over now..." he whispered gently and began to kiss Legolas' tears away.

"I am sorry..." Legolas kept whimpering, clutching Glorfindel's robe in his hand as if he would never let go of him again. The golden-haired lord smiled and kissed him thoroughly until Legolas' sobs had subsided and turned into little gasps of pleasure.

"You were punished and forgiven, little one... we will not speak of it again."

Legolas sighed tiredly and raised his head, begging for a kiss, for more caresses, and Glorfindel was happy to oblige. He kept kissing him with the utmost tenderness, whispering soft words into his ear until Legolas finally stopped trembling and fell asleep in his arms.

tbc...
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pen-neth = young one
roch-neth = colt
roch-neth nîn = my colt
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