Tales from the Pleasure Talan

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the ideas and the OFC. Everything else belongs to JRR Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate, and/or Peter Jackson et al.

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She recognized the voice even before she felt Orophin pull out of her and turn over. The March Warden of Lorien, Haldir, was quite notorious---at least among the elleth. He was the best-known of the Wardens, as he was their leader; but he also kept himself at a distance---no one knew much about him. This lack of disclosure, however, only contributed to his mystery. When you added in his Elven beauty, his air of command---well, the speculation was rampant and juicy.

“I believe you will be quite content, brother.” Orophin leaned back, propped on his elbows as he addressed Haldir. “She is fresh and eager to learn.”

The March Warden raised an elegant brow. “Indeed? A novice, eh? I am sure your tender instruction has been much appreciated by the lady.” He noted her bottom showed evidence of his brother’s recent attentions. Nonetheless, she kept her face turned away and when he moved to the other side of the bed and looked down at her, she blushed prettily.

Laughing, he began removing his clothing, propping his Great Bow in the corner of the talan. His frame was muscular and strong, slightly more solid-looking than Orophin’s. His silky blonde hair was so fair as to be almost silver, and when she allowed her gaze to drop, she saw he was equal to his brother in size.

He reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind one of her delicately pointed ears. He could see something akin to fear in her eyes and he could not help but feel a hint of satisfaction---he had cultivated his reputation carefully and enjoyed seeing its effectiveness.

Smiling, he leaned close and whispered, “Do not fear, little elleth. You will be exhausted, perhaps a bit sore, but quite happy.”

Capturing her lips, he pulled her into his embrace as he lay next to her. Orophin, on her other side, moved to the head of the bed and propped against the pillows, watching his brother seduce what had been such an innocent young she-Elf until an hour or so ago.

Haldir’s kiss was different from his brother’s. It was harder, demanding she yield. Her mouth eagerly accepted his questing tongue and, remembering Orophin’s instruction, she caressed the March Warden’s tongue with her own before sucking it gently.

His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts and beautifully rounded buttocks, before he slid one between he thighs and teased her inner lips. She sighed into his mouth and spread her legs wider. He slipped his fingers inside of her, hooking them in order to press against her internal pleasure spot. She gasped at the sensation and when he lightly flicked his thumb over her clit, she squealed and squeezed her thighs together, pressing against his hand, trying to draw it in deep.

Her body stiffened as incredible pleasure washed over her. She was breathless when her legs finally relaxed and Haldir removed his hand.

“I believe you would have taken it all, would you not, little one?” he laughed. She looked at him with eyes bright with desire and nodded.

“That is for another time,” he told her. “For now, I wish to test your riding skills.” With that, he pulled her atop him, impaling her on his upright member. She sank onto him, forcing herself down until her rounded cheeks rested on his thighs.

Hi gripped her hips and lifted her a bit, then pulled her back down. She got the idea quickly and began to ride his shaft. She closed her eyes and let her head drop back as her orgasm built.

The March Warden was smiling at her when she opened her eyes and looked down at him. “Play with your nipples as you move,” he told her. Even though she felt a little embarrassed, especially with Orophin watching, she did as he said and was surprised that she enjoyed it so much. When she came she ground herself hard onto Haldir before collapsing onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and grasped her cheeks, thrusting up into her hard, holding himself deep inside as his cum flooded her womb.

They lay together for a moment, and he stroked her back gently before rolling her over, lying atop her and looking down into her pleasure-glazed eyes. He kissed her deeply and noted she opened her lips readily to accept his tongue. As he plundered her mouth, he pulled out of her and rose to his knees. Orophin handed him a pillow and he put it under her shoulders and neck, letting her head drop back a bit.

Haldir moved to the head of the bed, kneeling so he was looking back down along her body, his hardening cock resting against mouth. He did not need to speak. She opened her mouth and accepted his rod as he began using her mouth like had her body. He reached down and, grasping her breasts, squeezed them, using them as handholds as he rocked up and down inside her throat.

Orophin, his own cock once again at attention, moved down the bed to get between her legs. He spread them wide, pushing her knees up toward her chest and out. He entered her smoothly and soon the brothers had driven her to another blinding orgasm, her screams muffled by Haldir’s shaft.

“She is completely drenched, brother,” Orophin said with a suggestive look. Haldir looked down at where his rod was disappearing into her busy mouth. He did not wish to give up that sensation, but other delights waited. With a sigh, he pulled out and lifted her into Orophin’s arms.

His brother lay back, the elleth still impaled on his cock. He pulled her down all the way so she was flat against his chest and whispered, “Open your mouth and give me your tongue.” She was so inundated with desire she did not question him. He extended his own tongue to touch hers with just the lightest pressure, teasing it as he had her clit.

Meanwhile, Haldir knelt between his brother’s legs, the she-elf spread open before him, her thighs pulled tight up over Orophin’s hips. She was indeed quite wet, her juices dripping down, saturating his brother’s cock and balls. The March warden positioned his prick next to the other Elf’s, the head pressing against her already-filled opening.

Orophin felt his brother preparing to enter the elleth with him and so pulled her head down so his mouth distracted her. Seeing her drawn into the kiss, Haldir pressed into her and slid into her drenched and excited pussy, alongside his brother’s cock.

Her low moan was captured by Orophin’s mouth. She had thought it impossible to take more inside of her, but having both Elves lodged inside her cunt was almost too exquisite to bear. The pressure was incredible, verging on painful, but strangely exciting. She was afraid to move lest she be ripped apart. But a part of her urged her to test her limits. Orophin released their kiss and she pushed herself up a bit so she could control her movements.

To the brothers’ surprise, their companion began to rock back against the invading cocks, just a little at first and her grunts sounded somewhat pained. But she began to move faster, making longer thrusts until she was riding them both toward another shattering orgasm. Neither brother had to move as she took control of the pace. When she came, she collapsed against Orophin’s chest and felt as though she would never be able to move again.

Haldir had controlled his desire to once again come inside of the elleth and as she lay against his brother, he pulled his rigid member from her tightly grasping cunt and pressed it into her recently plundered backside.

Fortunately, she had already been taken in the rear by Orophin and so was able to take Haldir’s intrusion without discomfort. She was deliciously tight and with one Elf in front and one in back, she was completely filled. She thought she would die from the pleasure---surely, it was enough to send anyone to Mandos’ Halls.

Haldir reached around and, holding her breasts, began to tweak her nipples as he moved smoothly in and out of her ass. Orophin held onto her thighs, his thumbs teasing the sensitive area surrounding her clit as he thrust upward, filling her front. They could each feel the other moving inside of her, separated only by a thin membrane, and the presence of the other cock made each opening terrifically tight.

She could not breathe, her pleasure was so great and when her climax came, she had not the strength to cry out. The Wardens could feel her internal muscles spasm and almost simultaneously unleashed their own orgasms. Both of her openings were flooded with their seed. They collapsed into a weary pile and when the brothers each pulled out of her, the accumulated spendings trickled out, smearing the sheets both in front and behind her as she lay curled into an exhausted ball.

She drifted into sleep, barely aware when another of the Wardens came to the top of the steps and called to the brothers.

“A group of eight approaches the Golden wood. Two Men, Four Hobbits, an Elf---it appears to be a Mirkwood Elf---and a Dwarf.”

“Do not let them cross the border. We will be there immediately.” Haldir’s voice, so recently heavy with desire, was once again cold and commanding. She thought she felt a caress against her shoulder, a kiss to her forehead, but she could not rouse herself to notice.

Then, the talan was empty except for an exhausted, sore, but happy elleth.