A Healing Touch

See? I told you guys I'd have this next chapter up soon. Most of you will like this one, complete elf smut! Enjoy.

erobey: Happy you enjoyed it! I hope this chapter came quick enough for you.

Sian: lol, yes, I know I'm evil :) But here's the next chapter. My grandmother is doing fine, thanks. She came home yesterday, in fact.

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Legolas had almost forgotten how a kiss felt in his absence away from his lovers, short by elven standards, but to him seeming like almost an eternity. He gently nipped at Elrond’s lower lip, and made a small mewling noise in the back of his throat when the elf lord’s tongue poked out, brushing softly over his own moist lips, begging for entrance of the hot cavern.

Legolas complied, opening his moist lips so Elrond could dart his slippery, wet tongue in between them, brushing it up across the soft pallet, before caressing it against the younger elf’s own wet me. e.

As their tongues molded together in a slow, passionate embrace, Elrond slowly lowered his hand, unbuttoning Legolas’ long nightshirt and caressing pale skin as he went, causing a whimper of pleasure to escape the elfling’s mouth when he pinched a taut nipple, before showing the other the same treatment.

Breaking apart from the kiss, the elf lord gently raised the body underneath him to remove the rest of the nightgown, momentarily allowing the younger elf to catch his breath, before swiftly removing his own robes and shirt, leaving him clad only in grey leggings.

Lowering himself back down over the slighter elf, he replaced his lips back over his, and as their tongues mingled together in an erotic dance of passion, Elrond’s hand slowly wandered over the firm flesh of the prince’s pectoral and abdominal muscles, halting just below his navel and caressing the sensitive skin there, teasing Legolas’ long neglected member.

Glorfindel groaned as he watched the scene before him, his own aroused flesh throbbing beneath his garments, and as he watched the scene play before his eyes, he unconsciously began stroking himself through his tight leggings, having to spread his legs to compensate for the sudden restriction.

Legolas whimpered at the mocking hand and thrust his hips up, rutting against the elf lord’s thigh, his actions causing a barely contained groan to escape Elrond’s own lips as the prince’s cock brushed against his own hardened restricted membhrouhrough the material of his britches.

“Elrond,” the elfling whimpered. “Please…”

Gazing into pleading sky-coloured eyes, Elrond allowed himself a small smile as he relented in his cruel torment, and grasped the young one’s throbbing prick. Legolas gasped at the contact, and began to moan as the firm hand slid up and down, brushing over the tiny opening at the tip and spreading pre-cum across the head.

His head pressed back against the pillows as his eyes slippedt int in pure bliss, completely oblivious as Elrond shifted off him and slid off his own leggings, until he felt bare flesh upon his own, and Elrond’s cock was suddenly joined with his in his firm hand, rubbing together.

“Legolas,” the elf lord panted into a pointed ear, nipping at it playfully. “Are you ready for me, my love?”

“Yes!” he gasped. “Please, Elrond!”

“Glorfindel?”

At the unanswered question, the former lord of Gondolin halted in his self stimulation to fish through his robe pocket for the small bottle, and grasping it, tossed it to Elrond whom grabbed it with his quick elven reflexes. Glorfindel then untied his own leggings and freed his drizzling rod, returning to his ministrations and began stroking his heated flesh as he watched his two lovers continue in their play.

Elrond sat back on his haunches as he uncorked the bottle and coated his swollen shaft in the slippery liquid. Once every inch of his erect member was covered, he leaned back over the prince, staring at him lovingly as he positioned his fingers at his puckered muscle, and slowly breached the opening.

At first, Legolas tensed at the sensation. It had been quite a while since they had last done this, and it was as if the feeling was entirely new to him again. But with Elrond’s soft murmurs of consolation and gentle caresses upon his stiff penis, he slowly relaxed into the discomfort as he gazed into loving grey eyes, bre breath hitching when the elder elf’s fingers found the hidden prostate. Several more strokes of the inner trigger had him wriggling beneath Elrond, and moaning in pleasure.

Retracting his fingers once he was certain his younger lover was ready, Elrond positioned the head of his awaiting erection at his entrance, wrapping the firm legs around his waist as he hovered over him.

He linked his hands through the prince’s, and with a gentle look, he placed a chaste kiss on the prince’s own. “I love you.”

Elrond then slowly sheathed himself into the hot cavern, and Legolas gasped at the feeling of being so incredibly filled, a feeling he had long gone without. It hurt, the feeling of being impossibly stretched by Elrond’s blunt member. But it was also a feeling of possession, not one whom was cruelly dominated for the sake of causing one pain, but a feeling of one whom you loved enough to allow them to do such things to you, in such a state of vulnerability, and have all the trust in the world in them, knowing that they would cause you no harm. Knowing that they loved you.

Elrond’s loving eyes only intensified that feeling, and made Legolas truly believe those thoughts.

“I see pain in your eyes, penneth,” the loremaster whispered with concern, stilling himself to allow the prince to become reacquainted with the invasion.

Legolas reached up a hand to brush the strand of ebony hair behind a pointed ear. “I am alright, meleth. I just… it has been a while.”

“Yes, it has. But you are here, now. And we shall do this many times over. Would you like that, pen-tithen?” he asked in a husky voice.

“Yes!” the prince cried, and he gasped when Elrond pulled out, only to thrust back in and simultaneously strike his prostate.

“Mmm, like that, do you?” the elf lord growled, again thrusting his hips, resulting in another moan to escape the youngster’s mouth.

Glorfindel could feel a stirring in the pit of his stomach as he watched the two elves on the bed, and he knew that he would not be able to contain himself much longer. He moaned as he watched Elrond continually thrust into Legolas, and the whimpers and gasps of pleasure that immediately followed. His hand began to beat his cock faster as his other hand stroked his scrotum. He could tell by the expressions on the other elves faces that they were close to release, as well.

“Ai, Elrond!” Legolas cried, and as his back arched up off the bed, pearly white tendrils shot forth from his cock, splashing against his and Elrond’s abdomens, and a deep groan issued from the elf lord’s own mouth as he buried his head against the prince’s shoulder, holding him tightly.

Glorfindel then finally allowed his own release, a throaty moan escaping his mouth as his seed shot from his own member. There was naught but heavy panting for long minutes after.

Surprisingly, it was Legolas’ shuddering voice that broke the silence. “Was that… satisfactory, Glorfindel?”

The seneschal released a rasping chuckle, running the palm of his hand down his sweaty face. “More than satisfactory, love. You were both- oh, you were wonderful.”

“Well, do not relax yet, melethron-nin,” Elrond smirked. “You must still have your way with him.”

“Ai! Please, give me a moment to recover,” the prince moaned, laying an arm across his forehead and turned onto his stomach as he continued to pant. “I do not believe I could go another round so soon. I am so tired.”

“Aye, I agree, Legolas, I am no longer the wanton young buck I used to be.” Glorfindel concurred.

“For some reason I doubt that, Glorfindel,” the elf lord retorted with a grin, knowing full well that his lover’s statement was very well false. “Be quick, my loves, the re-bonding must be done promptly.”

“Is it even possible to achieve another erection in less than five minutes?” the seneschal exclaimed in exasperation.

“You should know, considering how often we used to couple in our younger days,” Elrond smoothly replied.

“How often?” The prince asked, curiosity masking his half obscured face.

“Every chance that presented itself,” Elrond smirked. “He once took me in broad daylight under the bridge in the courtyard.”

Legolas’ eyebrows arched up as he whirled his head around to stare at the Balrog slayer in shock, a smile spreading across his face at the look of Glorfindel’s smug grin.

“I am surprised that you allowed him to do such a thing in public, Elrond. Should someone have caught you, you most likely would have been mortified. The vision of being pressed up against a wall while moaning does not really become you.”

“I daresay I had not much choice in the matter. Glorfindel’s lips were upon mine before I had the chance to object.”

“He does have a tendency of getting carried away with himself,” the prince smirked.

“Yes,” the seneschal agreed as he stood from his chair, the barely audible sound of his boots clicking against the hard floor as he made his way to the bed. With a mischievous smirk, he then leaned his body over the prince’s, trapping him between his two muscular arms as he leaned down to murmur in Legolas’ ear. “And speaking of which, I now believe it is my turn to get carried away with you.”

He then snatched the younger elf’s lips with his own, the kiss desperate, and far more demanding then Elrond’s own. As he claimed the elfling’s lips, he easily undid the ties to his shirt, momentarily halting altogether to slip off both his robe and shirt, before plunging his tongue back into the moist, wet cavern of Legolas’ mouth.

As Glorfindel positioned himself over the youngling’s body, nudging one thigh in between the prince’s own while he used a hand to brush through the golden tresses, Elrond stood from the bed and took the seneschal’s former position in the chair, a smirk already playing upon his lips as he watched the scene with hungry eyes. Already, he could feel the stirring of arousal set in again, and he spread his naked legs to accommodate his growing hardness.

The mighty Balrog slayer left the elfling’s lips to nibble on his pale shoulder, resulting in a sigh of pleasure from the recipient, while the hand tangled in the golden mane removed its self and traveled down the firm pectoral muscles and abdomen.

Legolas gasped as the hand abruptly cupped the twin sacs between his legs, and Glorfindel chuckled as he felt his penis against his thigh stir to life again.

The hand continued its teasing and fondling, deliberately ignoring the swelling rod just slightly above, and the young wood elf buried his own hands in his lover’s thick golden mane as unconscious pleading whimpers left his pale lips.

“Yes, pen-tithen,” The seneschal purred as his mouth strayed to Legolas’ ear, nipping erotically at it, eliciting another light gasp from the slighter elf. “That’s it. Moan for me.”

Legolas’ fevered brow furrowed with half lidded eyes in pleasure, muttering in his native language, and was rewarded with a stroke of the hand along his pulsing shaft when he released a particularly loud groan when Glorfindel’s hot tongue grazed along his other ear, and the seneschal could clearly feel goose bumps rise on his naked flesh.

Finally, Glorfindel’s hand wrapped around the erect shaft and slowly slid up, and a grateful moan was released as the prince’ hips rose with the hand, almost afraid that if he were to lose contact with it, it would not come back.

“Glorfindel, please,” The elfling panted.

“Shh… patience, penneth,” the elder elf murmured, though he was having difficulty heading his own words, and the younger elf obviously noticed by the feel of the restrained bulge held firm by his britches.

“I find it unfair,” Legolas continued breathlessly. “That you should be clothed while I lay bared beneatu.” u.”

“Quite right, Legolas,” The warrior smirked. “Hold on…” Saying that, he pushed himself up and on to his back, rolling his lower half above his head as he easily slipped off his restricting leggings. He then crawled back to hover over the prince in all his naked glory with a grin. “Better?”

“Quite,” Legolas responded, eyeing the newly revealed flesh with parted lips. That innocent, longing look made Glorfindel grin, and he leaned in to suck that pouting lower lip between his own while a hand had replaced its self on the prince’s pulsing cock.

Legolas sighed at the pleasuring touch, and when Glorfindel aligned his body over his own, he felt his innards contract in arousal as the seneschal thrust his hips against his thigh, revealing his own throbbing prick.

Elrond’s own member was now standing fully erect, and as his flushed, nude body sat on the chair, he began fondling his rod with one hand and kneading his scrotum with the other as he continued to watch the heavenly sight before him.

All too soon, Glorfindel’s hand left his straining member, and Legolas whimpered in protest. The Balrog slayer merely chuckled in amusement as he grabbed the small bottle of oil from the edge of the bed, pulling the cork out with his teeth, before generously coating his fingers in it.

The seneschal stared at his young lover passionately, thrusting his hips against his thigh as he slowly breached the prince’s entrance. Leglas winced at the dull ache, but his look of pain was soon replaced with a gaze of passion as Glorfindel’s questing fingers stroked the hidden nub buried within him.

“Mmm, Legolas,” he growled. “I ache for you. Do you want to feel me? Would you like to feel me plunge myself deep within you?”

A sharp intake of breath left Legolas’ lips as the husky voice murmured arousing words into his ear, and he moaned as Glorfindel rutted against his thigh once more.

“Glorfindel!” the elfling cried.

“Oh, yes, pen-tithen, you are indeed ready,” Glorfindel grinned, and he carefully eased his fingers from the puckered flesh before quickly lathering his awaiting member with the oil, and replacing it at his digits previous spot.

Legolas’ arms linked themselves around the Balrog slayer’s neck as the swollen flesh was pressed against him, and as he was filled, the prince bit into the seneschal’s shoulder as tender murmurs were whispered in his ear. Glorfindel’s size was very generous, this even he knew, and so he stilled himself for a long moment to allow his lover’s body to adjust, fondling the prince’s own cock as he did so.

The young elf nodded against his shoulder when he had grown use to the invasion, and with barely contained restraint, Glorfindel slowly began to thrust his hips, moaning at the feeling of his cock being milked by the tight heat.

By now, Elrond was having difficulty of his own. Watching the two golden haired elves was truly a sight to be seen, and as Glorfindel’s growls, and Legolas’ whimpers filled the chamber as the seneschal slowly picked up his pace, the elf lord found his resolve slipping as he continued to fondle himself, smearing the tiny droplets of his seed over the smooth head of his cock, and unconsciously moving his hand at a faster pace.

The princeling’s flushed head lulled from side to side in pleasure as his lover’s engorged flesh rubbed against his prostate, eyes tightly clinched closed, and hands grasping Glorfindel’s shoulders for dear life. The hand wrapped around his aching prick only intensified the sensation, the teasing thumb brushing over the small slit, the warm palm along his shaft, the calloused fingers along the underside of the pulsing vein. It felt so incredibly intense, and he was not certain how much longer he could last.

“Legolas,” the seneschal panted. “Look at me, meleth.”

The pale eyelids snapped open, and the elfling gazed at Glorfindel’s flushed face, mentally noting that he, too, looked very close to his own release.

“Are you almost there, glaurohun?”

“Yes!” the prince cried, and released another yelp as the shaft buried within him pressed against his prostate again.

The seneschal now thrust desperately into him, feeling himself rise to his peek, reveling in Legolas’ whimpers with every thrust, and increasing his rhythm as he continued to milk the princeling’s own prick.

He felt Legolas tense beneath him then, as if trying to forestall his own release. “Come, Legolas. Come for me.”

At those words, Legolas felt a stirring in the pit of his groin, and crying out his lover’s name, he threw his head back as pearly white seed pulsed out of him. His release triggered Glorfindel’s own, and as the hot walls contracted around the seneschal’s cock, he too howled out in ecstasy as his seed shot within Legolas’ body.

That enchanting sight was all the elf lord needed, and as he watched his two lovers bodies shudder in blissful completion, he, too, gave in to his instinctual needs and stroked himself roughly once more before hot cum spurted his his pulsing tip.

Legolas’ eyes were closed as he struggled to maintain a normal breathing pattern, and he only opened his eyes when he felt a shift on the bed, hinting that extra weight adding itself onto the mattress. He slowly peeled open his eyes to gaze at the two faces of his lovers.

“It is done,” the loremaster sighed, passing a hand over his youngest lover’s cheek. “We are rebound. Sleep now, Legolas.”

Legolas was inclined to reject the idea after such exercise, but he found himself drifting off into a normal, peaceful sleep before he had any chance to object.

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meleth: love
melethron-nin: my beloved
glaurohun: golden heart
penneth: young one
pen-tithen: little one

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There you go, nice elf smut for the nice little readers. Speaking of which... where are you guys!?!

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