The Love Potion Series
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,813
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Love Potion No.33
Title: Love Potion No. 33
Author: BernsteinNixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.tolkiensnaughtyelves.com
List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orophin/Rúmil, Haldir/Legolas
Beta: Minuial Nuwing
Summary: Haldir was asked to escort Prince Legolas back to Mirkwood. Because Haldir was angry at having to journey on his birthday, Rúmil decides to whip up a surprise gift for his brother. Little did he know that the gift would turn out to be more than a lustful night with Legolas.
Warning: some incest
A/N: In this story, Legolas IS over his majority. However, I have pretended that elves are completely oblivious as to their sexuality until they are of age, just for the “cuteness” of it…
Love Potion No. 33
Rúmil struggled to remain focused as he measured out small volumes of various concoctions into miniature tubes. A tongue lapped at the tip of his ear relentlessly.
“Saes, Orophin. I need to concentrate.”
“You need not feed me any more potions, meleth nin. I have already lost my mind.” Orophin sucked Rúmil’s earlobe in between his lips.
“It is not for you. ‘Tis for Legolas, a birthday gift for Haldir.”
“Wicked,” Orophin whispered against his lover’s neck, before disappearing under the table.
Hands began to work on the laces of Rúmil’s leggings while he poured the contents of the numerous tubes into a small vial. The younger Elf clenched the edge of the table while Orophin’s skilled mouth swallowed his length. Somehow he managed, between pants, to chant the words that would seal the spell.
*****
Legolas shifted uncomfortably. Feeling Haldir’s eyes on his crotch, he pulled his tunic down to try to cover the bulge in his leggings. He did not understand what was happening to him; his cock ached. The Prince stared into the flames of the small fire, and took another sip of his water. Strangely, it had the delicate scent of wildflowers.
Haldir felt his own member begin to stir as he watched Legolas continue to shift in frustration. “Ai, Rúmil. What have you done this time?” he thought. The corners of his lips curved into a smile. He could not let his brother’s kindngo tgo to waste, now could he?
He m clo closer to the young Elf. “Do you need some help with that?”
“With what?” Legolas asked, turning to face Haldir.
The Galadhrim reached out his hand and cupped the Prince’s erection. “With this.”
Legolas grabbed Haldir’s hand, ready to push it away. But when Haldir began to rub his cock through his leggings he realized that it felt very good, and decided to let the Marchwarden continue whatever he was doing.
The Prince blushed furiously as he was touched where no other had ever touched him before. He was caught by surprise when Haldir’s lips brushed against his own. He parted his lips cautiously when the Galadhrim’s tongue began to push against them. Legolas had seen others do this before, but he was not sure what to do. He did not want to diointoint Haldir, so he tried as best as he could when he began to respond to the kiss, mimicking the motions of the Marchwarden’s tongue. Meanwhile, he laid his own hand on the other’s stiff cock, hoping it would please Haldir as it did him.
The Galadhrim moaned in response and rubbed himself against the slender hand. He turned his attention to Legolas’ ear: licking, sucking and nibbling on the tip.
“Valar! What are you doing to me?” Legolas cried, overwhelmed by Haldir’s ministrations.
“I can do other things, Legolas. But you would have to trust me.”
“What things?”
Haldir smiled. He found the Prince’s innocence to be ratheructiuctive. “Things that would make you feel even better than now.”
“I cannot imagine pleasure greater than this, Haldir, but if you can give it to me I am more than willing.”
“But you are wearing far too much clothing to do the things of which I speak.”
“So undress me.”
Haldir chuckled at the impatient remark and went to work pulling off the Prince’s tunic and undershirt. He laid Legolas back onto the large log upon which they sat and started kissing his neck.
Legolas squirmed while Haldir’s tongue drew patterns on the tender skin. He arched his back trying to rub his erection against Haldir, but the Marchwarden pushed him down. The Prince muttered incoherent pleas while Haldir continued to exploit his neck, fingers pinching his nipples. He felt as if he was on fire.
Haldir’s mouth soon replaced his fingers at one of Legolas’ nipples and his hands moved to the ties of the Prince’s leggings. Leg bec became flushed once more: no one, save for his parents when he was an Elfling, had ever seen that part of him before, and certainly not in its current state. Haldir placed butterfly kisses down the center of Legolas’ abdomen while he slid the leggings down his hips and thighs.
Legolas stared at his own cock, which rose proudly from his body, while Haldir pulled off his boots and leggings. He looked away, shyly, when the Galadhrim’s eyes met his own.
“Ai, Elbereth!” Legolas cried, caught unawares by the mouth which wrapped itself around the head of his cock, Haldir’s tongue savoring the sweetness that oozed from the tip. The Mirkwood Elf could not help but look with fascination as Haldir slowly swallowed his entire length.
Whilst pleasuring Legolas, Haldir directed a finger towards the Prince’s lips. Once again unsof wof what to do, Legolas took the digit into his mouth, doing to it what Haldir was doing to his flesh.
When the Marchwarden removed his finger from Legolas’ mouth, he placed it against the young Elf’s puckered opening. Lost in a sea of bliss, Legolas did not even notice the digit breaching his tight entrance. Haldir pushed in slowly while sucking Legolas’ cock attentively. The Prince cried out when the finger brushed against a certain spot inside him, sending delicioavesaves of pleasure through his body. But when Haldir added a second finger, he could take no more. He lost himself to a sensation he had never known before, one so delightful he would never have believed such ecstasy could be real.
As much as Haldir wanted to swallow Legolas’ sweet seed, he allowed the Prince to spill onto his own bare stomach. The slick fluid would be needed… the Galadhrim gave Legolas a gentle kiss, wiping away wet strands of hair from his face. “Did you like that?”
Legolas nodded, his lips formed into satisfied smile, even though he was still hard.
“Good, because we are not finished yet, lirimaer.”
Haldir divested himself of his own clothing as quickly as possible. Legolas stared, wide-eyed, at the Galadhrim’s menacing erection as Haldir sat back don ton the log. He gave the Marchwarding a curious look when he scooped up the shimmering seed and used it to coat his cock.
“Come, sit on my lap,” Haldir said.
Legolas shook his head, remembering where Haldir had put his fingers only moments earlier.
“You will not regret it,” the Marchwarden assured.
“Will it be painful?”
“Nay, I will not hurt you.”
Legolas approached the Galadrhim carefully, still unsure but trusting. He rested his hands upon Haldir’s muscular shoulders as his positioned himself above the leaking flesh. Haldir placed the tip of his cock against the virginal opening and gave Legolas a reassuring kiss.
“It will be best if you do it at your own pace,” he said.
Legolas nodded. Haldir wrapped his arms around the Mirkwood Elf and began kissing him as tenderly as if he was handling a rare treasure. ‘Legolas IS a rare treasure,’ he thought. As their loving kiss continued, Legolas slowly began to lower himself onto Haldir’s flesh. There was slight discomfort as the tip pushed past the tight ring of muscles; but then he gasped with pleasure as it slid in easily the rest of the way. Haldir caressed the Prince’s trembling body, stroked his hair until Legolas began to move.
“Am I doing it right?” Legolas asked, referring to his long, slow movements.
“Aye,” Haldir whispered, looking with awe at the beautiful form illuminated by the fading firelight. He closed his eyes, allowing Legolas to ride him according to his will while he stroked the Prince’s ever-present erection.
Legolas moaned softly, his pace becoming more frantic. It was not long before his body was wracked with orgasm once more. Haldir raised his cum-covered hand to the Prince’s lips, and watched as he lapped it up, hesitantly at first but with quickly increasing eagerness.
Thankfully, Haldir had not yet finished, for Legolas’ erection still refused to fade.
“Legolas, get on your hands and knees,” Haldir pleaded, his cock still throbbing with need within the confines of the Prince’s body.
Legolas did as he was told, coming to his fours upon the ground. Haldir positioned kneeled behind him, and both of them groaned as he sheathed himself inside of Legolas once more. “Tell me if it becomes too rough,” he said as he started a rhythm considerably faster than Legolas’ had been.
Legolas enjoyed the feeling of surrendering completely to Haldir. An occasional moan escaped his lips as between the steady smacking of skin against skin. It did hurt a little, but he enjoyed it thoroughly.
Haldir felt the Prince tighten once more while the pressure in his groin began to build.
“Again, lirimaer?” he asked, pounding harder into the young Elf.
“Aye,” Legolas managed to say before his breath stopped, his body convulsing with the intensity of yet another climax.
Haldir, too, had reached his peak. His cock pulsed and filled the tight channel with seed. He held the Prince as they collapsed to the floor.
“Did my body please you well, Haldir?” Legolas asked, hoping it was so, when he found the strength to speak again.
“YOU pleased me very well, pen neth,” the Galadhrim said, and pulled Legolas even closer as they drifted of into reverie.
*****
Legolas awoke to find Haldir’s arm wrapped securely around his waste. The memory of what had passed the previous night brought a scarlet tinge to his cheeks when he felt the dull ache in his backside.
“Good morning,” Haldir said, seeing that the Prince was awake. “Did you enjoy last night?”
“I liked what we did very much. I would do it again… but only with you.” Legolas spoke the truth, though he did not quite understand it.
Haldir raised himself on an elbow, and looked down at the Prince’s fair face. “Then you wish to become lovers?”
“If we were lovers, you would not have any other?”
“Nay, Legolas. Only you…”
“Then that is my wish.”
“And will you continue to blush every time I look at you?” Haldir teased.
Legolas started to answer but was cut off by supple lips pressing against his own.
“We must get continue on our way if we wish to reach Mirkwood when expected,” Haldir said, breaking the kiss.
“But I do not wish to reach Mirkwood too soon. I would rather do to you now what you did to me last night.” With that, the Prince straddled Haldir’s hips and honguongue began to explore the Marchwarden’s sculpted body.
They did not make it to Mirkwood for another month ;-)
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Author: BernsteinNixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.tolkiensnaughtyelves.com
List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orophin/Rúmil, Haldir/Legolas
Beta: Minuial Nuwing
Summary: Haldir was asked to escort Prince Legolas back to Mirkwood. Because Haldir was angry at having to journey on his birthday, Rúmil decides to whip up a surprise gift for his brother. Little did he know that the gift would turn out to be more than a lustful night with Legolas.
Warning: some incest
A/N: In this story, Legolas IS over his majority. However, I have pretended that elves are completely oblivious as to their sexuality until they are of age, just for the “cuteness” of it…
Love Potion No. 33
Rúmil struggled to remain focused as he measured out small volumes of various concoctions into miniature tubes. A tongue lapped at the tip of his ear relentlessly.
“Saes, Orophin. I need to concentrate.”
“You need not feed me any more potions, meleth nin. I have already lost my mind.” Orophin sucked Rúmil’s earlobe in between his lips.
“It is not for you. ‘Tis for Legolas, a birthday gift for Haldir.”
“Wicked,” Orophin whispered against his lover’s neck, before disappearing under the table.
Hands began to work on the laces of Rúmil’s leggings while he poured the contents of the numerous tubes into a small vial. The younger Elf clenched the edge of the table while Orophin’s skilled mouth swallowed his length. Somehow he managed, between pants, to chant the words that would seal the spell.
*****
Legolas shifted uncomfortably. Feeling Haldir’s eyes on his crotch, he pulled his tunic down to try to cover the bulge in his leggings. He did not understand what was happening to him; his cock ached. The Prince stared into the flames of the small fire, and took another sip of his water. Strangely, it had the delicate scent of wildflowers.
Haldir felt his own member begin to stir as he watched Legolas continue to shift in frustration. “Ai, Rúmil. What have you done this time?” he thought. The corners of his lips curved into a smile. He could not let his brother’s kindngo tgo to waste, now could he?
He m clo closer to the young Elf. “Do you need some help with that?”
“With what?” Legolas asked, turning to face Haldir.
The Galadhrim reached out his hand and cupped the Prince’s erection. “With this.”
Legolas grabbed Haldir’s hand, ready to push it away. But when Haldir began to rub his cock through his leggings he realized that it felt very good, and decided to let the Marchwarden continue whatever he was doing.
The Prince blushed furiously as he was touched where no other had ever touched him before. He was caught by surprise when Haldir’s lips brushed against his own. He parted his lips cautiously when the Galadhrim’s tongue began to push against them. Legolas had seen others do this before, but he was not sure what to do. He did not want to diointoint Haldir, so he tried as best as he could when he began to respond to the kiss, mimicking the motions of the Marchwarden’s tongue. Meanwhile, he laid his own hand on the other’s stiff cock, hoping it would please Haldir as it did him.
The Galadhrim moaned in response and rubbed himself against the slender hand. He turned his attention to Legolas’ ear: licking, sucking and nibbling on the tip.
“Valar! What are you doing to me?” Legolas cried, overwhelmed by Haldir’s ministrations.
“I can do other things, Legolas. But you would have to trust me.”
“What things?”
Haldir smiled. He found the Prince’s innocence to be ratheructiuctive. “Things that would make you feel even better than now.”
“I cannot imagine pleasure greater than this, Haldir, but if you can give it to me I am more than willing.”
“But you are wearing far too much clothing to do the things of which I speak.”
“So undress me.”
Haldir chuckled at the impatient remark and went to work pulling off the Prince’s tunic and undershirt. He laid Legolas back onto the large log upon which they sat and started kissing his neck.
Legolas squirmed while Haldir’s tongue drew patterns on the tender skin. He arched his back trying to rub his erection against Haldir, but the Marchwarden pushed him down. The Prince muttered incoherent pleas while Haldir continued to exploit his neck, fingers pinching his nipples. He felt as if he was on fire.
Haldir’s mouth soon replaced his fingers at one of Legolas’ nipples and his hands moved to the ties of the Prince’s leggings. Leg bec became flushed once more: no one, save for his parents when he was an Elfling, had ever seen that part of him before, and certainly not in its current state. Haldir placed butterfly kisses down the center of Legolas’ abdomen while he slid the leggings down his hips and thighs.
Legolas stared at his own cock, which rose proudly from his body, while Haldir pulled off his boots and leggings. He looked away, shyly, when the Galadhrim’s eyes met his own.
“Ai, Elbereth!” Legolas cried, caught unawares by the mouth which wrapped itself around the head of his cock, Haldir’s tongue savoring the sweetness that oozed from the tip. The Mirkwood Elf could not help but look with fascination as Haldir slowly swallowed his entire length.
Whilst pleasuring Legolas, Haldir directed a finger towards the Prince’s lips. Once again unsof wof what to do, Legolas took the digit into his mouth, doing to it what Haldir was doing to his flesh.
When the Marchwarden removed his finger from Legolas’ mouth, he placed it against the young Elf’s puckered opening. Lost in a sea of bliss, Legolas did not even notice the digit breaching his tight entrance. Haldir pushed in slowly while sucking Legolas’ cock attentively. The Prince cried out when the finger brushed against a certain spot inside him, sending delicioavesaves of pleasure through his body. But when Haldir added a second finger, he could take no more. He lost himself to a sensation he had never known before, one so delightful he would never have believed such ecstasy could be real.
As much as Haldir wanted to swallow Legolas’ sweet seed, he allowed the Prince to spill onto his own bare stomach. The slick fluid would be needed… the Galadhrim gave Legolas a gentle kiss, wiping away wet strands of hair from his face. “Did you like that?”
Legolas nodded, his lips formed into satisfied smile, even though he was still hard.
“Good, because we are not finished yet, lirimaer.”
Haldir divested himself of his own clothing as quickly as possible. Legolas stared, wide-eyed, at the Galadhrim’s menacing erection as Haldir sat back don ton the log. He gave the Marchwarding a curious look when he scooped up the shimmering seed and used it to coat his cock.
“Come, sit on my lap,” Haldir said.
Legolas shook his head, remembering where Haldir had put his fingers only moments earlier.
“You will not regret it,” the Marchwarden assured.
“Will it be painful?”
“Nay, I will not hurt you.”
Legolas approached the Galadrhim carefully, still unsure but trusting. He rested his hands upon Haldir’s muscular shoulders as his positioned himself above the leaking flesh. Haldir placed the tip of his cock against the virginal opening and gave Legolas a reassuring kiss.
“It will be best if you do it at your own pace,” he said.
Legolas nodded. Haldir wrapped his arms around the Mirkwood Elf and began kissing him as tenderly as if he was handling a rare treasure. ‘Legolas IS a rare treasure,’ he thought. As their loving kiss continued, Legolas slowly began to lower himself onto Haldir’s flesh. There was slight discomfort as the tip pushed past the tight ring of muscles; but then he gasped with pleasure as it slid in easily the rest of the way. Haldir caressed the Prince’s trembling body, stroked his hair until Legolas began to move.
“Am I doing it right?” Legolas asked, referring to his long, slow movements.
“Aye,” Haldir whispered, looking with awe at the beautiful form illuminated by the fading firelight. He closed his eyes, allowing Legolas to ride him according to his will while he stroked the Prince’s ever-present erection.
Legolas moaned softly, his pace becoming more frantic. It was not long before his body was wracked with orgasm once more. Haldir raised his cum-covered hand to the Prince’s lips, and watched as he lapped it up, hesitantly at first but with quickly increasing eagerness.
Thankfully, Haldir had not yet finished, for Legolas’ erection still refused to fade.
“Legolas, get on your hands and knees,” Haldir pleaded, his cock still throbbing with need within the confines of the Prince’s body.
Legolas did as he was told, coming to his fours upon the ground. Haldir positioned kneeled behind him, and both of them groaned as he sheathed himself inside of Legolas once more. “Tell me if it becomes too rough,” he said as he started a rhythm considerably faster than Legolas’ had been.
Legolas enjoyed the feeling of surrendering completely to Haldir. An occasional moan escaped his lips as between the steady smacking of skin against skin. It did hurt a little, but he enjoyed it thoroughly.
Haldir felt the Prince tighten once more while the pressure in his groin began to build.
“Again, lirimaer?” he asked, pounding harder into the young Elf.
“Aye,” Legolas managed to say before his breath stopped, his body convulsing with the intensity of yet another climax.
Haldir, too, had reached his peak. His cock pulsed and filled the tight channel with seed. He held the Prince as they collapsed to the floor.
“Did my body please you well, Haldir?” Legolas asked, hoping it was so, when he found the strength to speak again.
“YOU pleased me very well, pen neth,” the Galadhrim said, and pulled Legolas even closer as they drifted of into reverie.
*****
Legolas awoke to find Haldir’s arm wrapped securely around his waste. The memory of what had passed the previous night brought a scarlet tinge to his cheeks when he felt the dull ache in his backside.
“Good morning,” Haldir said, seeing that the Prince was awake. “Did you enjoy last night?”
“I liked what we did very much. I would do it again… but only with you.” Legolas spoke the truth, though he did not quite understand it.
Haldir raised himself on an elbow, and looked down at the Prince’s fair face. “Then you wish to become lovers?”
“If we were lovers, you would not have any other?”
“Nay, Legolas. Only you…”
“Then that is my wish.”
“And will you continue to blush every time I look at you?” Haldir teased.
Legolas started to answer but was cut off by supple lips pressing against his own.
“We must get continue on our way if we wish to reach Mirkwood when expected,” Haldir said, breaking the kiss.
“But I do not wish to reach Mirkwood too soon. I would rather do to you now what you did to me last night.” With that, the Prince straddled Haldir’s hips and honguongue began to explore the Marchwarden’s sculpted body.
They did not make it to Mirkwood for another month ;-)
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