Dangerously Besotted

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“…Alright.”

Eight pairs of eyes turned toward him.

“You may have some…fun…with my elf. But only for a few minutes, and only because it will amuse me.”

The beasts grinned maliciously, tossing knowing gazes amongst each other.

“However,” Boromir broke in sternly, “You inflict any sort of physical hurt on his flawless body, and you will be dead before you can blink. Understand?”

Nodding wordlessly, and running into each other in their overly eager haste, the Uruk-hai made to fetch the elf, while Boromir chose a comfortable rock to recline on where he could get a suitable view of the proceedings. He found himself grow eager at the thought of what kind of delightful torment the foul ones where going to put Legolas through.

Within moments, said elf was lying on his back in front of him, lean, muscled arms tied securely to tree-roots behind his head. He was still very much unconscious, but probably not for long.

“Now isn’t that a lovely sight…” The man breathed, “Splendid job, boys. Now you may begin- and go slow.” He added quickly, leaning back comfortably.

To his surprise, instead of going straight for the generously laid out elf, the Uruk-hai began circling each other, while a series of grunting and baring of teeth was exchanged. It took a moment for Boromir to realize that they were competing; much like animals would in the wild.

Moments later, the largest, and most aggressive of the group howled victoriously. Boromir noted that, not surprisingly, this was the same one who was eyeing the elf earlier. It stalked forward, and raked lust-gleaming, predatory eyes over the sleeping form, drinking in the sight of its helpless prey before gripping the front of Legolas’ tunic with its claws, tearing the garment clean off his body.

Boromir’s breath caught in his throat at the ferocity of the action. This Uruk-hai certainly wasn’t wasting any time. The elf’s lifeless frame had lifted up with the jerky movement, and fell back down with a dull thump, golden head falling to one side. A large, bestial tongue flicked out to briefly indulge in a small sampling of the supple, exposed neck, before repeating the process with thf’s f’s under-tunic, and leggings.

The clumsy brute had some trouble removing the more difficult items, like the elf’s arm bracers and boots, but soon, had the First Born displayed, completely nudo tho the ravenous gazes of man and Uruk-hai.

Boromir didn’t even attempt to quell the strained moan that rose from within his chest. The elf was the epitome of desirability, especially in such a vulnerable state. Nothing he had ever laid eyes upon compared to the beauty of the creature before him. It was if the gods themselves crafted this creature out of his own fantasies.

The Uruk-hai appeared to share his sentiment; letting out a deep, rumbling growl the moment his eyes drank in the sight of glowing, milky-white flesh. The others let out their own sounds of approval, many idly rubbing themselves through their armor.

Resting on its haunches, the beast leant over the prone form, taking a few curious sniffs of the elf’s face, neck and hair. Sniffs that soon evolved into deep, lingering inhalations of that delectably intoxicating sceThe The elf smelled of something mysterious, heady and deliciously sweet.

It quirked his head inquisitively when Legolas made a small, barely perceptible sound resembling a moan, low in his throat, the first sign that he was regaining consciousness.

Encouraged by the tiny whimpers and slight writhing motions, it started to nuzzle and lick the pale skin in front of him, starting at the elf’s face, moving down his chest, and lingering at the flat plane of his stomach. Every inch was savored like a luscious feast.

When a large tongue delved into the delicate dip of the blond’s naval, Legolas gasped quietly, and his eyelids fluttered open.

Body still tingling and mind still muddled by the affects of the drug, Legolas tried, dazedly, to process what was going on around him, just as the beast grabbed a hold of his slender ankles and started to caress the underside of his calves with rough, meaty paws.

Turning his head side to side upon the ground, Legolas moaned, dizziness washing over him at the bombardment of regaining senses. Those same hands presently began to move back toward his thighs, lifting his body higher in the air. His back arched, vision swam, and tongue swept out to wet parched lips.

A few more deep breaths and the world slowly came back into focus. Above, clouds were sweeping across the sky between gaps in the foliated canopy of lush green. Legolas exhaled. His body still felt weak and detached, like a distant extension of himself, which he had little control over.

It was then that he registered the touches upon his body.

More specifically, hands groping at his thighs, reaching around and grabbing a hold of his pert, rounded cheeks and spreading them apart to reveal the hidden opening between them.

“M…uh….” His voice came out as a croak, as he lifted his head. “Wha…no!” A huge, monstrous Uruk-hai was behind him, sniffing experimentally at his hole.

The creature looked down at the elf, now staring at him with wide, horror-stricken eyes.

“Ah, awake. Good.”

“No!” Legolas choked out. “No! Release me-umph!” He felt the breath rush out of his lungs as the Uruk-hai unceremoniously unhooked the elf’s knees from his strong forearms, and let the his legs fall to the ground.

Now that some of his strength was back, Legolas uselessly twisted in his bounds, shouting curses and feebly kicking out his legs when the Uruk-hai attempted to touch him.

The beast looked questioningly to Boromir, who simply lowered his eyes and nodded once.

A resounded smack echoed through the area as a forceful slap landed on Legolas’ cheek, causing his blond head to snap to one side, effectively ceasing his struggles.

At the sound of the pitiful groan that followed, Boromirned ned forward in his chair and addressed the elf patronizingly. “None of that, Legolas. You’ll find this will be far less unbearable if you behave.” He smirked at the elf, now motionless, lying on the ground. A flushed area of pink stood out on his once pale cheek from where he’d been slapped.

Before recovering from the jolt of the strike long enough to respond, Legolas felt the bindings at his wrists being untied. He was then flipped onto his stomach, hands bound above his head in the same fashion they were previously.

Worst of all, through the ordeal, he found himself completely unable to fight back. The strange, immobilizing sensation he felt when he lost consciousness before still lingered in his senses. Legolas moaned pitifully, sickened and mortified at his own helplessness.

“Not so brave and valiant anymore, are you Legolas?” Boromir taunted in the background. “I always knew without that fancy bow you were nothing but a helpless, vulnerable elfling.”

“Ah…no, please…” Legolas begged, feeling his knees brought up until he was at last kneeling upon the ground. An unyielding grip on his hair forced his head down, his cheek rested on the soft soil.

“Oh, but if only you could see how sweet a sight you are right now…. gods, Legolas…. I daresay no man could ever resist the sight of your proffered bottom. If I weren’t in such a voyeuristic mood, I would play with your pretty pink hole right now.”

“Stop…do not say these things….” Legolas whimpered, broken and degraded by the man’s words. A tear slipped between clenched eyelids as his attacker finally took hold of each of his legs, and spread them apart.

With his buttocks positioned high in the air, and legs spread wide, Legolas had never felt so exposed. The chill caress of the air brushed across the sensitized flesh of his lax genitals and tensed anus. Time stood still. He trembled, wondering what the Uruk-hai behind him was planning to do.

TBC….