Carandol the Novice

Thanks again for the feedback Anais, Minuial, Azure Dragoness and Bruce.

Excuses time…sorry this is late. Josh, an ex-friend of mine, chucked his wine over my zip drive and my fic just haed ted to be stored on zip discs. I took painful measures to modify his voice from a baritone, known in karaoke bars for miles around, to choir boy…but I may cut him down tomorrow…

So, Bruce, I suppose the chocs and flowers are out, but can I still have Orlando…with a ribbon on his…?


Carandol The Novice 3/?
Sequel to Carandol the Matchmaker
Author: Sebastian
Email: sebastian.s@btinternet.com
Archive: AdultFanFiction.net. OEAM, Anyone else, just let me know where it is.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Carandol (OMC)/Legolas, Thranduil/???, Elladan & Elrohir/Lindir & most oe Ele Elves of Mirkwood.
Genre: Fictional Person Slash. Humour
Warnings: AU, sex, bad language, more sex…even worse language……..
Summary: Carandol has been sent to Mirkwood to improve his…er… skills. Can he survive the spiders, the orcs, and, more to the point, can he survive the Mirkwood Cadet Corps?!
Timeline: Third Age, before the Fellowship.
Disclaimer: I only owrandrandol and his machinations. Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. No infringement of copyright is intended. I bow to the master. This offering is written purely for fun and no profit is being made. Sigh…

Notes at the end.

Translations:
Maerloth – good flower
Ada – father (dad)

Chapter 3uirruirrels, the surgery and sex.

Right… to recap; I’m bent over a boulder with a heap of Orc on top of me and a lump of scrofulous green flesh hanging out of his trousers.

At this point I’m naturally a bit worried. Well…you’d be a mite put out if you were about to get spiked up the arse by a repellent knob of gristle.

No?…In that case you’ve either got an abnormal appendage yourself, or you’re into some pretty weird stuff…and I’ll give you my address at the Havens later…

O.K… so it’s strange what goes through your mind at a time like this. Can you blame me? After all, I don’t suppose I’ll be seeing daylight, or rather, twilight, for very much longer. I do hope Mandos* has got in some good booze. I wonder what they’re wearing in his halls these days. Can’t let myself go just because I’m going to end up there by being despoiled by a malodorous, bug infested…

Suddenly, I hear strange rustling noises and Crapbung slips to the side a little. Thank Eru for that…now perhaps I’ll get a bit more oxygen to my intelligent parts. But perhaps I’m a tad too late…after all, my dick has already given up…

“What the…!” Crapbung yelps…if you can call it that.

“Probably them fucking squirrels dropping their nuts again,” says Snotpik, picking….

I wonder if the squirrels would like some green, slimy ones for a ge…nge…nuts, that is…ugh!

“That ain’t no squirrel,” says Crapbung in angry frustration, and suddenly he shrieks violently, then turns to look at his backside. “Unless they’re chucking arrows now! Take cover…!”

Arrows?! Yes….! Thank you, Elbereth…

The hold on my ankles and arms is released but I feel the Orc’s massive weight collapse over me and I can’t move again. Well, at least my arse is going to be saved.

I hear screeches and screams and the whistling of arrows all around me and I keep my head down… I don’t want to ruin the rescue with an untimely demise. Then it goes quiet and I feel the weight being pushed from me and my bonds are cut. Strong arms lift me up and hold me, rubbing my back and soothing me as I’m held tightly. I press into him.

Tough luck, Mandos.

And quite suddenly I start to sob with relief and drink in the warm and welcoming scent.
, Ca, Carandol! My sweet one. I have you. You are safe now. Did they hurt you?” Legolas asks as he strokes my hair and kisses my face.

“Not really.”

“Oh, good,” he says, releasing me a little.

No..wait… Time to milk this a little.

“Well, they did a bit…” I say, hopefully.

“Oh, my sweet baby, it’s all right,” the prince says in a cooing voice, and pulls me against him again.

Much better.

“He was just about to…”

“I saw, Carandol…From now on only I will touch you,” he says and then kisses my lips softly.

“Yes,” I snivel. I’m getting good at this…

“They strung me up and the big one struck at my winkle…” I say, plaintively. Steady, Carandol, don’t overdo it.

“Ohhhh….my poor darling,” he coos again. “I shall kiss it better later,” he says and smiles.

Result!

While the other warriors pile the Orc bodies in a heap and set fire to them, Legolas picks up my leggings and I put them on but can’t do them up at the top as the laces have been snapped. Then he leads me to the horses.

“You’d better ride with me,” he says, turning to make sure the others are ready to leave.

Mmmm…. arse rubbing….just what I need.

I mount up and hold my leggings together. Legolas mounts up behind me and puts an arm relyrely around my waist. I feel his firm body press into mine as we leave the camp and I can’t resist pressing my backside against him a bit closer. He wiggles against me and I sigh in contentment.

“Legolas?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Is that your knife?”

“No…”

“Oh.”

I let go of my leggings.

“Legolas?”

“Yes, my adorable one?”

“Would you hold the reins just a little bit lower?”

“Very well…….”

Perfect.

“Oh……er…Legolas?”

“Yes, Carandol?”

“Are we going to f…?”

His chuckles stop me in mid-vernacular.

“Oh.”

And then there’s really only one thing left for me to ask.

“Legolas…how is it you fought all those Orcs and still come out of it looking like you just spent a day at the Galadhrim’s beauty parlour?”

* * *

When we get back to the caves Legolas leads me to the infirmary and I stand just inside the door gazing into the large room. Actually, I’d wanted to come here since Lindir told me about Thranduil’s predilection for pickling small round objects, so I can’t resist looking for a jar or two, just to be sure…

There are bottles and jars everywhere all with strange and wonderful contents, but there doesn’t seem to be anything marinating, so I turn to the healer,it rit relieved. Then I spot a large jar of deep red, spherical objects near the door as Legolas introduces me.

“Maerloth, this is Carandol,” Legolas announces to the healer, then turns to me. “I’ll leave you for a few minutes, my sweet, while I go and check on the rest of the troop.” Then he leaves me at the tender mercies of the tall, lanky elf looking down at me.

“Is it urgent?”

I stand still, nervously, as he appraises me. “No, not at all.”

“Good, then I’ll just finish cleaning this equipment. I don’t like leaving it lying around.”

I watch him as he returns to his knives and pincers and other worryingly macabre utensils.

“Don’t tell me I’m to expect a steady stream of cadets who have shoved things up their backsides,” he says, and I’m taken completely off guard.

“No…I…”

“Or are you another soldier who’s got something stuck around his privates?”

“Er…”

“Well, cadet? Should I ask you to bend over or pull out your tackle? I must say I’m disappointed. Can’t you elves just play with each other normally? I mean, the poor blacksmith had his work cut out for him trying to get a metal band off a swollen dick, then I had to treat the swelling…”

He rattles on as I stand there looking bemused.

“…and then he asked me for a splint? Why on Arda would he want a seven inch long splint for his…”

As he’s talking, one of his young assistants comes in and grins delightedly, and he looks as if he’s preparing himself for another bizarre encounter.

“…I mean you can’t exactly put a tourniquet on it. And then he tells me that…”

The assistant nods at me and I smile weakly in discomfort as Maerloth drones on.

“…perhaps he thought I’d put it in a sling!”

I look at the assistant who shrugs his shoulders and smirks. Maerloth is still babbling away and I’m sure he must have changed the subject at least three times before I register what he’s saying.

“…buried almost up to my forearm in an elf’s bottom…”

Oh no! I gawp at him and the assistant giggles.

“…twice, for Eru’s sake. He actually came twice while I was trying to find them. Let me tell you, the condition of the sheets was…”

And I’m almost ready to run when Maerloth pauses and takes a deep breath.

“Well, then, Carandol. What’s it to be?” he says, wiping his hands on a clean cloth.

“Stomach,” I say quickly, thankful its nothing irregular.

“Ah, a real medical problem, eh? No metal bits, no baubles, no immovable harnesses…excellent.” Maerloth looks pleased with himself and rubs his hands together.

“Actually, its probably alright now,” I say and take a step backwards.

“Nonsense. Can’t be too careful. What’s the problem anyway?”

“I was punched, by an Orc.”

Maerloth takes in a noisy breath. “Ssss…nasty. Best have a look.”

“No, really…”

“Tunic off, Carandol. Lie on the couch.”

His peremptory tone is unnerving and I stand uncertainly beside the examination couch and glance towards the jar of red balls.

“Today please, Carandol,” he says, drumming his fingers on his ams. Then he peers at me. “You can help yourself to the jar of elfling’s sweeties on the way out.”

I sigh, then remove my top and lie down.

Maerloth breathes on his hands then feels all over my belly and pulls my leggings open a little more so he can feel a bit lower.

The assistant leans in and whispers confidentially, “Don’t take any notice of him, he really enjoys his work, you know.”

“He doesn’t enjoy it that much, does he?” I ask as I loown awn at my open leggings and feel him prodding at my navel.

The assistant laughs. “No, no. l hal have you right in a jiffy.”

“No permanent damage, cadet. You can get up now,” Maerloth announces and turns to wash his hands again.

Relieved, I stand and pull my leggings together a little too fast and I wince.

Maerloth turns quickly.

“No good hiding it, whatever it is. Let me see.”

“I’d rather not,” I say, going red.

At that moment, Legolas re-appears and puts a hand on my shoulder and prevents me from moving back any further.

“Come, Carandol, there’s no need to be bashful,” says Maerloth and I give in.

I undo my tattered leggings again and Maerloth leans forward, has a good look and pokes around.

“Oh dear,” says the healer, standing up. “Surely not another cadet who’s been bitten?”

I shudder. “Clawed,” I answer, knowing what he’s looking at.

“Orcs again?”

I nod and Legolas nuzzles my neck in reassurance.

“Mmmm…I’ll give you something to rub on it.”

“That’ll be fun,” whispers Legolas, and kisses me on the ear.

This time I tremble. “How long should I use it for?” I ask.

“Not sure,” answers Maerloth. “Just keep your eye on it. If it goes a funny colour, you’d better bring it back.”

I blanche. Legolas grins. “Then we’ll just have to suck it and see!”

I couldn’t have put it better myself.

And the jar of sweeties is left untouched as we leave.

* * *

“I need a bath,” I say to Legolas as we’re walking back to the main apartments and sniff at the stench of Orcs following behind us.

“We both do. And I know just the place,” says Legolas putting has arm around my waist. “There are underground pools beneath the palace caves fed by warm springs. There’s a smaller pool at the far end of the palace near the royal quarters. We’ll go there. It’s just the place to be alone.”

I look up and see Legolas’ eyes flash as he’s speaking. Gods…how I’d like him to flash the rest of himself.

He takes me by the hand and leads me through the passages and down a short staircase where he collects a torch and leads me inside the private cave.

Legolas lights some lamps and I see a small pool with sparkling, clear water, and strange rock formations around the cavern. He moves the lanterns and the shapes throw grotesque shadows against tallsalls. I jump and my goosebumps tingle.

“Silly elf,” I say, mainly to myself.

“Are you still a bit uneasy, my sweet?” Legolas asks and looks at me in sympathy.

“I must be,” I say, and look around me nervously. “I suppose it’ll wear off. All these shadows are making me jerk.”

“Perhaps I can distract you,” he says as he removes his clothes.

Mmm, that should do it…and I stare at the beauty and subtle strength of his body. And all thoughts of claws and slimy pricks vanish when his cock bounces free as he removes his pants, and I gaze at it longingly as it thickens under my lusting gaze.

“Come here and jerk my stalagmite instead,” he says and lifts his own glittering gem invitingly.

I stand in front of him and push him up against the cave wall and move in for a deep kiss as he grips hold of my buttocks and pulls me against him. Then his mouth is everywhere: my face, my neck, and my ears, while I start to undo my tunic. He runs his fingers over my bare torso and I look down and watch the blood engorge in my nipples as he rubs over them. He licks at a sensitive, stiff peak and I tremble as he pushes the tunic off and bends down to remove my boots and lower my leggings as I step out of them.

He fingers my cock gently. “I will have to be careful with your little stem,” he says, “he’s already had a nasty fright. Shall I kiss him better?” he asks and bends down to dab his tongue over the little nick in my foreskin.

You can dribble all over it if you like…if it doesn’t dribble all over you first.

My cock peeks out of its soft shell, realises the Orcs have gone and stretches out appreciatively, at which point Legolas sucks on the delighted tip and my moans echo throughout the cavern.

Legolas stops and raises himself up.

Oh…please…just a little more…I haven’t been feeling myself lately…but he moves us towards the edge of the pool and we slide in. The water is heavenly and I just stand and delight in the warmth as Legolas leans over the edge to fetch some soap.

“Let me,” he says, and proceeds to work the soap all over my chest.

I stand on tip-toe hoping he can reach a bit lower, then look around me.

“If I sit on that shelf over there, will you do the rest of me?” I ask, giving him my sweetest smile, and I’m already in a lather as I sit up on the stone seat.

The prince chuckles and gathers some frothy suds in his hands and wipes them all over my groin. Then he gently washes all over my penis, around it, under it and under my balls and I lean back against the stone and close my eyes.

All I need now is a little bit of spit and polish.

“Raise your knees,” he says, and I lift them up and move my bottom towards the edge of the seat as he rubs the soap up and down between my arse cheeks.

My mind drifts back to the infirmary and I begin to imagine what I’d say to Maerloth if he had to retrieve a bar of lavendar soap from my arse. Legolas suds his hands again and moves his fingers over my entrance.

Suddenly, a finger pokes its way just inside and I recoil.

“Legolas?!” I squeak.

“Yes, my sweet?”

“You choose the worst places. We can’t do this here!”

“Why not?”

“Its hard.”

“Mmmm, I know,” he says, and begins rubbing his froth-covered hands over my cock.

I wiggle around on the stone seat. “I mean…I’ll get a sore bottom,” I say, pathetically.

“I know that too,” he says and smirks.

“But…someone might come.”

“Isn’t that the idea?” he says, and starts to laugh.

“Legolas…!” I say in exasperation.

“Legolas…” says a deeper voice, which is definitely not mine.

“Good evening, Ada,” says the prince and I fall off the shelf and plummet into the water.

“Carandol,” I hear him say, as I shake the water out of my ears.

“My lord…”

I remain waist-deep in the water as Thranduil begins to remove his clothes.

I look at Legolas who continues to wash himself, so I pretend to remove the last of the Orc detritis from my hair.

Oh…alright…so I peek…wouldn’t you?

Off comes the outer robe and I steal a quick look. Off comes the tunic and I wipe soap from my wide eyes. Off come the leggings and I’m just about to spit the soap out of my open mouth when Legolas gives me a sharp jab.

When I look back, Thranduil is already in the water. Sod it.

“Recovered, Carandol?” asks the king.

“What?!…Oh…the Orcs…yes, thank you, my lord.”

“Are you expecting company Ada?” asks Legolas lifting his exquisite, wet body out of the water and retrieving a couple of drying cloths.

“Yes, I am, Legolas. They should be here shortly.”

They?

Legolas holds a cloth open for me as I quickly get out of the pool, then wraps it around my waist.

As we gather up our belongings, I hear voices approaching the cavern entrance…the twins?!!

No…this is all wrong…where is…

“Come, my sweet,” says Legolas, interrupting my thoughts and I reluctantly follow him through a small tunnel on the other side of the cave.

* * *

“I’m taking you somewhere more comfortable for our first time,” he says putting his arm around my waist and bringing my thoughts back to the evening’s activities. “My room’s not far away.”

Good, I’ve had a rough day and I’m in need of a little pampering. And let’s face it…being taken over a rock is about my least favourite venue after what I’ve been through. So its probably just as well we were interrupted.

Don’t bother calling me soft…and anyway, it wouldn’t be appropriate at the moment judging by the way my drying cloth has quickly been turned into a marquee…

And…in any case, when we get there Legolas’ large bed looks really comfortable and it’s calling to me… so there!

I sink onto it gratefully and Legolas lays down next to me and urges me to lift my bottom so he can pull the cloth away. I’m aware of him also ring ing his own and I open my eyes. He kisses my lips gently then runs his hand over my torso, rubbing around my belly button and running his fingers through my soft, red pubic curls.

“Mmmm…Carandol…” he says, coaxing me in expectation.

“Oh…Legolas,” I sigh, almost enthusiastically.

“I have longed for this,” he says, and begins to stroke leisurely between my thighs.

I mumble something unintelligible and decide that whatever he’s doing feels so relaxing that I might as well just lay there and languish.

“Carandol…?” He runs his hands upwards towards my shaft.

“Carandol…!”

I am aware of him moving to lie beside me and I hear him sigh.

Then my cock also gives up on me and collapses in boredom… while I…..

* * *

I wake up and turn onto my side where Legolas is sleeping soundly next to me, with one arm thrown over my waist.

Yeah…so you may think that I’m a Hobbit short of a birthday party,* but I was too exhausted to even appreciate a night of sexual depravity. When I do eventually get around to having my insides felt, I want to know what’s going on. At the very least, I want to be awake!

I lift up the covers and look down at my cock which is more of a morning person than I am, and then I turn and look into Legolas’ eyes. Gods…how can any elf be that gorgeous? Eyes of the deepest blue stare vacantly towards me and lips of a delicate pink pout seductively, even in slumber.

My cock swells even more so I turn back and move my hand inside the sheets. I’m just about to treat myself to a quick handshake, when my fingers are pressed by Legolas, urging me to stop.

I look over and smile at him and that’s all the encouragement he needs for he’s on me, laying full length along my body, as he covers my mouth with his, pressing his tongue inside for a full throatal attack.

He breaks away and looks down at me. “Feeling better?” he asks and wriggles his groin over mine.

“Much,” I reply, and he bends down and begins to nibble and suck on my neck.

“Am I breakfast?” I ask.

“Yes… I have quite a hunger this morning,” he answers, and then demonstrates his voracious appetite by moving down to my groin, rubbing his face over my penis, and licking it like an elfling with a lollipop. He rubs his nose into my curls and breathes in my scent, then moves up again and kisses all over my chest, nipping at my nipples and sucking on my abdomen.

Never has any elf feasted on my body as he is doing now. Stunned by his adoration, I pull his head up to me and gaze into his eyes as he smiles at me. But there’s something else there, apart from lust, that is, and I’ve never seen this before so I can’t make it out. And I’m not sure how I feel about the intensity of that look.

its its up to gaze at me and stares thoughtfully at my puzzled expression. Then he strokes his nipples as he looks at me and begins to rub his own erection. He runs his fingers slowly up and down his shaft and I lick my lips.

I’ve never watched a male pleasuring himself and it surprises me with its eroticism. I watch as his eyelids droop and he moans gently and I’m totally captivated, which I think must be the idea.

I look down at the mouth of his cock as it begins to glisten and it’s salivating almost as much as I am. He gently caresses his balls, and as they tighten, I know that I could come just by witnessing this.

In my excitement I reach towards him and he opens his eyes to look at me again. He takes hold of my hand, kisses it, then places it on his prick and we rub it together. He bends forward until we are only inches apart, staring into each other’s eyes, his warm breath sweet on my face.

Then he leans over towards the bedside table and the moment is gone. As he pulls back I see he has a jar of something. My prick ointment…!

Surely he’s not going to rub that on now…?!

“Legolas?”

“Mmmm?”

“Um…are you going to put that on my cock?”

“No,” he answers, smiling, “I’ing ing to put it on mine.”

I gulp.

“Oh.”

So, its going to happen, and I tell myself not to panic.

It doesn’t work.

I panic.

Let’s face it, I’m scared stiff, which is probably quite convenient.

“Legolas…I…”

“Shhh,” he says and strokes my face gently. “You will enjoy this.”

“But…”

“You will, I promise.”

“So, it hurts, right?”

He giggles. “You are a warrior now. What’s a little pain to you.”

Couldn’t he have lied?

“A ‘little’ pain?”

“Well, maybe not so little at first.”

He must have seen the colour drain from my face for he quickly adds, “Although, if I am careful in preparing you…take more time than you did with me at Imladris…”

“Did I hurt you then?”

“No, my adorable one, it was good,” he says, and kisses me lightly.

Now come the endearments. A sure sign he wants something. Don’t be an idiot, Carandol, of course he does. He wants your ass.

I panic some more.

“Legolas…”

“Come, sweet one, let me love you. You will enjoy this.”

Oh Elbereth…another endearment. He’s definitely trying to play down the pain angle. Why am I being such a wuss? I want this.

He kisses me softly, then I feel his fingers stroke along my length and I tremble. He moves down my body and places his lips gently around the end of my cock which by now is dripping like a salivating puppy. He licks his lips and engulfs my erection with his hot mouth. I moan to the morning and move my head to the side.

Then he lifts up and indicates for me turn face down and he moves in between my legs and opens them wide. I feel his mouth on my buttocks as he kisses and nibbles over each one then moves to my crack and licks at the top. He places his hands on my cheeks and pulls them apart with his thumbs,n run rubs at my inexperienced entrance with them. I feel his head pressing between my cheeks and something warm and wet swipes over my opening.

I gasp in surprise when I realise it’s his tongue and raise myself off the pillow.

“What the…?”

“You don’t like it?” he asks in surprise, and lifts his head to look at me.

“Well…yes…but…”

Gods I’m such a virgin! “Do you?”

“I wouldn’t do it otherwise.”

Fair enough. But don’t blame me if I fart…!

“You’ll have to try this yourself sometime,” he says, encouragingly.

I don’t answer.

“You’ll find it strangely arousing, my love.”

I’m not convinced.

He sighs. “Oh, my poor, darling. You have a lot to learn about how delicious another can taste, and how much enjoyment there is in giving this kind of pleasure to a mate.”

He’s right, of course, and I’m duly humbled. Then I wiggle my bottom to tell him to give himself some more enjoyment…

Legolas laughs then puts his head down again and pulls my entrance apart a little with what feels like his thumbs again. It stings a bit but then he rubs his tongue hard against my anal lips and I relax as I feel the warm, wet stimulation rubbing over me and his saliva running down my crack. He presses his tongue firmer against my opening then forces it inside. I jerk upwards but he presses me down with his hands and pushes his tongue in a bit further. He moves it in and out of me, licking, tormenting and making me almost impatient for a more substantial assault.

Then he pulls away and I hear him open the jar.

This is it. He’s really going to…

“Fuck me…Legolas…!”
gooegooey finger pushes inside me and my arse clamps up again.

“Ssh…my love, it will be good,” he says, massaging my buttocks with his other hand.

O.K…so all I can do is clench my jaw together and wait for it to hurt. Talk about spineless…

But then I realise it doesn’t hurt at all. Yes, it’s an unusual invasive sensation, but not painful, and as he moves his finger around inside me I start to enjoy the feeling and begin to calm down.

Then he removes his finger and pushes in two and I shoot upwards again and Legolas puts his hand in the small of my back to push me down.

This is different. This is a real offensive on my arse so I grip the pillow and push my face into it.

I’m stretched much more, and although its just on the edge of being painful, it is still not too unpleasant, and I can feel my anal muscles clenching on his fingers. He moves them in and out of me and opens them apart inside to widen my channel. Then he pauses and seems to be feeling about very gently.

“Mmolassss…?”

And I’m just starting to wonder at the reaction I got from him in Imladris when I rubbed over that little mound, when white lightning rushes through my body and I scream as my cock jerks in pleasure.

“Oh…Eru…Legolaaassss!” I say, as I turn my head in surprise.

I hear a deep chuckle and he does it again. I buck upwards and waggle my arse to get some more.

“Patience, Carandol…I don’t want you coming too soon.”

So, now I know. And this is pleasure of a kind I never felt before.
This stimulation is totally unexpected in its intensity, and then warms to a pulsating throb, and I know I could become addicted to this, and fast.

Legolas removes his fingers and I groan in disappointment then he urges me to turn onto my back again and smiles down at me.

“I…I…never knew…” I say, wide-eyed in revelation.

“How could you?” hks aks and looks supremely delighted with my reaction.

“Do it again…please?”

“I will, but not with my finger.”

“Oh…”

“Now, lift your bottom for me,” he says, and then he pushes a pillow under me as I lift my hips. He places my legs each side of his head on his shoulders and leans forward, bending my knees towards my chest.

Then I feel his cock moving into my crack and I can’t avoid going tense again.

“Loosen up, Carandol. This will be uncomfortable if you don’t.”

“Uncomfortable?” Is that an understatement, or what?

I feel the head of his penis press at my hole and I try to relax, but nothing happens. I start to get anxious.

Is there something wrong? Why won’t I open. Let him in…please…just get this over with…

“Legolas…?”

“You are just tight, Carandol,” he says, understanding my unease. “You need some persuasion to open wider.”

Then suddenly I feel my sphincter muscle pop and give way and he unexpectedly bores into me with a grunt. I squeeze my eyes shut in dread and grip the sheets as I am impaled on a red hot poker and my arse widens out to accept him.

I was expecting a fiercer pain, and, yes it bloody hurts, but, how do you say that a painful sensation is a good one? Because it is, for at the same time, my cock swells and I quiver with the raw thrill of it.

As I open my eyes cautiously and look at him, the force of the discomfort subsides as he remains motionless inside me, and my body accepts his penis and closes around it to welcome him.

Yes… I like this feeling, of being invaded, of feeling joined somehow. And as Legolas looks down at me with a contented smile upon his face, I remember what he said about giving pleasure, for I wouldn’t have missed seeing this look on his face for anything.

“How does it feel?” he asks.

“Completely stuffed.” I answer. What a romantic…!

He chuckles in satisfaction then pulls out slowly only to ram home again. This time he strikes my mound and I squeal in delight. Then he settles over me and begins to move in and out in earnest. And that’s when I really start to appreciate the sensations and I relax fully at last as he pounds his long shaft into my body, burrowing powerfully into my anal canal.

The friction is acute int intense and goes deep within my body fuelling the inferno which continues to smoulder within my groin. As the fire builds it spreads and moves down to my cock, burning and gripping me as it intensifies. My balls tighten, lift and swell to bursting, and I start to tremble with the intensity of my approaching orgasm. I won’t be able to hold off my climax for long, not the first time, and he seems to sense this as he thrusts harder and drives in and out of me relentlessly.

Legolas’ pounding becomes irregular and his breathing erratic as he bends down to my cock and looks at the swollen head and overflowing mouth, dripping as it prepares to burst forth.

“Legolas…I’m…”

He nods, and as I’m watching him I feel the firestorm rage through my groin and I tense and spasm as my seed shoots along my cock. It spurts out in great waves between us and I feel my anal muscles clamping onto his cock as I shriek out his name in pure ecstasy.

Legolas quickly leans forward, and my legs slip from his shoulders a bit as he bears down onto my body and grips the base of my neck with his teeth, pinning me hard into the mattress and groaning loudly. His body tremors as he thrusts fiercely into me and I feel his cock expand. His hot liquid pours into me and fills up my channel while he stops biting and calls out to me over and over until he lays still on top of me, panting and shaking as the explosion subsides. I run my hands over his back and feel the thin film of sweat on his skin as I hold him close.

I’m in a state of profound euphoria as we lay together, not wanting to break the closeness I feel to him right at this moment. His penis is still rammed up inside me and his breath is hot on my neck. He remains in that position for endless minutes as his breathing slows while he recovers.

Eventually, he pushes himself up and separates our sticky stomachs and carefully removes his semi-hard penis from my body. I feel quite a dollop of semen seep from my arse as he drags some out with his shaft, and realise the amount of fluid he’s just expended.

“Gods…” he says as he lays beside me, “I thought I’d never stop coming.”

I giggle. “More than usual then?” I ask.

“Oh yes,” he answers, still a bit breathlessly. “It felt like a gallon of fluid pumping out.”

I giggle again and he turns and looks at me with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Whereas, normally…I only come in pints!” ***


TBC…

Notes:

* Mandos – one of the Vala who keeps the Houses of the Dead, or Halls of Waiting in Valinor, which is part of Aman. This is where, among others, the spirits of dead elves spend their time in reflection before being released to live again in Aman. His real name is Námo, but his common name is Mandos, after the Halls where he lives.

N.B. Whether or not he is an epicure and fashion consultant… we’ll have to find out for ourselves.

** Reference to the Hobbits’ love of large parties where everyone is invited, especially for birthdays, as detailed in “The Fellowship of the Ring”.

*** Apologies to Pippin.

Sebastian