Dangerously Besotted
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
7,727
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings book series and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
4
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The first tentative lick to his entrance caused the elf to twitch in surprise and let out a most undignified squeak. No one had ever touched him in this manner before, nor had he ever considered it. The tongue was hot and wet against his flesh as it began exploring the crevice between his legs- tasting, licking the entire length of the crease between his buttocks and circling his tense hole until it was wet and quivering.
“Nnnnn…”
Legolas protested, attempting to wriggle his backside away, only to find the sting of clawed hands keeping him in place when he tried to move. The Orc chuckled against the smooth, parted cheeks, nipping at the tightly puckered ring in warning, then coaxing it open with slow, languid strokes of his tongue.
“Ah!” Legolas cried out. “Please no!”
“That’s it, little elf…” Boromir’s hated voice broke in, a reminder that the man was ever watchful throughout his debasement. “Open up for the nice Orc. Feel his tongue caress your little hole, that’s it…. it feels good, doesn’t it?”
The Orc paused, lifting his head with a relishing smile. “Ahh…his insides taste so good. Mmm…yes. Want to taste more.”
The elf’s eyes went wide when the beast finally bent down and closed his lips around the swollen hole, stabbing his thick tongue inside.
“Gods!”
Legolas instinctively bucked at the sensation, inadvertently driving it in deeper with a loud gasp. He clenched his eyes shut, opening them again when the tongue inside him moved.
The Orc buried his face between the smooth, fleshy mounds of the elf’s ass, inhaling that scent again, working his tongue in and out in a hard, persistent rhythm.
Legolas writhed beneath the Orc’s mouth as the sensations coursing through him made his body respond in ways he didn’t want it to. He tried to dislodge the probing muscle, but as his arms were bound and useless, could only dangle helplessly as the beast pillaged his most intimate of places.
The appendage was proportionate in size to what, by men’s standards, would have been an impressively large phallus. But this was no cock lodged inside him. It was a muscle, capable of twitching and turning in ways that made his body quiver and sing with wanton abandon.
His pride told him to not to give his captors the satisfaction of knowing how good it felt, but it was becoming increasingly harder to control his buttocks from wiggling, knees from trembling, or silence the little mewls of desire which leaked from his mouth with every thrust. The tongue inside him was doing such wonderfully wicked things, stabbing, twisting, and fluttering. It was maddeningly pleasurable, and he hated it.
He surprised himself by letting out a particularly wanton groan when the Orc’s tongue shifted in direction and clashed, solidly, with something deep inside his body in rapid succession.
Legolas moaned aloud at the insanely pleasurable onslaught. He was vaguely aware that he had come at some point, noticing the viscous, milky fluid spilled below him. Lust still raged like a fire through his veins as the unrelenting tongue within him plunged deeper and deeper, brushing over his prostate and causing him to shudder and cry with ecstasy.
Something warm and wet was dribbling down his cleft and over his thighs in vast amounts. With utter revulsion, he realized it was the Orcs’ saliva, serving as lubrication. Soft, wet, sucking sounds accompanied the Orc’s violation, as his tongue slid in and out of his moist, clenching tunnel.
Every so often, the tongue would retract and lave the spasming hole in a strangely tender gesture, run teasingly over the tense and quivering buttocks, and slam back into the warm cavern of the elf’s ass. The Orc murmured huskily in contentment as he did so, and it sickened Legolas to know how much enjoyment the monster was getting out of this.
Meanwhile, the sight before him captivated Boromir. The Orcs’ strength was absolutely astounding; he could swear that with each upward thrust of his tongue, the elf’s knees lifted slightly off the ground. Few men could accomplish that with their cocks, let alone tongues. Yes…he was definitely glad he chose to let these monsters play with his elf. It was turning out to be an incredibly erotic experience.
Another sweet moan was pulled from Legolas’ unwitting lips as another Orc came around to his side, and grasped his straining erection, dripping with pre-come, proof that his pet was indeed enjoying the attentions bestowed upon him.
“That’s enough.” Boromir ordered breathlessly with a gesture of his hand. The pressure building in his loins was becoming too much. He had to have the elf now.
TBC
The first tentative lick to his entrance caused the elf to twitch in surprise and let out a most undignified squeak. No one had ever touched him in this manner before, nor had he ever considered it. The tongue was hot and wet against his flesh as it began exploring the crevice between his legs- tasting, licking the entire length of the crease between his buttocks and circling his tense hole until it was wet and quivering.
“Nnnnn…”
Legolas protested, attempting to wriggle his backside away, only to find the sting of clawed hands keeping him in place when he tried to move. The Orc chuckled against the smooth, parted cheeks, nipping at the tightly puckered ring in warning, then coaxing it open with slow, languid strokes of his tongue.
“Ah!” Legolas cried out. “Please no!”
“That’s it, little elf…” Boromir’s hated voice broke in, a reminder that the man was ever watchful throughout his debasement. “Open up for the nice Orc. Feel his tongue caress your little hole, that’s it…. it feels good, doesn’t it?”
The Orc paused, lifting his head with a relishing smile. “Ahh…his insides taste so good. Mmm…yes. Want to taste more.”
The elf’s eyes went wide when the beast finally bent down and closed his lips around the swollen hole, stabbing his thick tongue inside.
“Gods!”
Legolas instinctively bucked at the sensation, inadvertently driving it in deeper with a loud gasp. He clenched his eyes shut, opening them again when the tongue inside him moved.
The Orc buried his face between the smooth, fleshy mounds of the elf’s ass, inhaling that scent again, working his tongue in and out in a hard, persistent rhythm.
Legolas writhed beneath the Orc’s mouth as the sensations coursing through him made his body respond in ways he didn’t want it to. He tried to dislodge the probing muscle, but as his arms were bound and useless, could only dangle helplessly as the beast pillaged his most intimate of places.
The appendage was proportionate in size to what, by men’s standards, would have been an impressively large phallus. But this was no cock lodged inside him. It was a muscle, capable of twitching and turning in ways that made his body quiver and sing with wanton abandon.
His pride told him to not to give his captors the satisfaction of knowing how good it felt, but it was becoming increasingly harder to control his buttocks from wiggling, knees from trembling, or silence the little mewls of desire which leaked from his mouth with every thrust. The tongue inside him was doing such wonderfully wicked things, stabbing, twisting, and fluttering. It was maddeningly pleasurable, and he hated it.
He surprised himself by letting out a particularly wanton groan when the Orc’s tongue shifted in direction and clashed, solidly, with something deep inside his body in rapid succession.
Legolas moaned aloud at the insanely pleasurable onslaught. He was vaguely aware that he had come at some point, noticing the viscous, milky fluid spilled below him. Lust still raged like a fire through his veins as the unrelenting tongue within him plunged deeper and deeper, brushing over his prostate and causing him to shudder and cry with ecstasy.
Something warm and wet was dribbling down his cleft and over his thighs in vast amounts. With utter revulsion, he realized it was the Orcs’ saliva, serving as lubrication. Soft, wet, sucking sounds accompanied the Orc’s violation, as his tongue slid in and out of his moist, clenching tunnel.
Every so often, the tongue would retract and lave the spasming hole in a strangely tender gesture, run teasingly over the tense and quivering buttocks, and slam back into the warm cavern of the elf’s ass. The Orc murmured huskily in contentment as he did so, and it sickened Legolas to know how much enjoyment the monster was getting out of this.
Meanwhile, the sight before him captivated Boromir. The Orcs’ strength was absolutely astounding; he could swear that with each upward thrust of his tongue, the elf’s knees lifted slightly off the ground. Few men could accomplish that with their cocks, let alone tongues. Yes…he was definitely glad he chose to let these monsters play with his elf. It was turning out to be an incredibly erotic experience.
Another sweet moan was pulled from Legolas’ unwitting lips as another Orc came around to his side, and grasped his straining erection, dripping with pre-come, proof that his pet was indeed enjoying the attentions bestowed upon him.
“That’s enough.” Boromir ordered breathlessly with a gesture of his hand. The pressure building in his loins was becoming too much. He had to have the elf now.
TBC