Meleth-nin

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Chapter four

“So, was there something special you wanted to talk about or did you just want to spend some time alone with me?” Aragorn inquired caressing Legolas’ cheek gently. They had retired to the King’s chambers shortly after dinner in order to have some privacy.

Legolas lifted his gaze and smiled nervously at his husband. “Actually both. I’ve missed you greatly during the past few weeks”, the Elf admitted softly. “And I have some news for you.”

“News?” Aragorn raised an eyebrow. Now this was interesting.

“Aye.” Legolas was very nervous now. How was he going to tell this? “Aragorn, you have told me many times how much you love children and would like to have one of your own as soon as possible.”

Aragorn nodded. He also knew that Legolas wasn’t as excited about the thought as he was. However now it was Legolas who brought the topic up. Why was that? Suddenly realization hit him and his heart clenched. Legolas was going to tell him that he didn’t want any children and suggest he should lay with a woman in order to produce an heir! “Legolas…” He started to say but his husband continued as if he hadn’t said anything.

“Therefore I’m glad to tell you that we are going to have a child. Aragorn, I’m pregnant.” Legolas fidgeted the hem of his tunic nervously. He looked at his husband pleadingly. Please be happy about this, love… for both of us.

“What? Love, that’s wonderful!” Aragorn exclaimed and hugged Legolas tight. He practically beamed. “Oh meleth, you have no idea how happy you’ve just made me. I love you”, he whispered huskily and kissed his slightly shorter husband gently on the lips.

“I love you too”, Legolas replied and surrendered to the feeling of utter love and acceptance. He felt tears form in his eyes and tried to blink them away. It was extremely irritating to be this emotional. Usually he was very restrained and mastered his emotions perfectly. Aragorn smiled at him and wiped the tears off his beautiful face.

“Hush, don’t cry meleth. We are going to have a baby. He’s going to be the most beautiful and the most skilled warrior who ever lived.”

Legolas backed away a bit so that he could meet his husband’s eyes. “I don’t want him to know war, Aragorn. I want him to grow up in peace – the luxury neither one of us had. And when it comes to his looks… I’d rather have a handsome son who resembles his Human father than a beautiful son who looks like his Elven Ada.”

Aragorn blinked, confused. Judging by what Legolas had just said he didn’t want his son to be anything like himself.

“I hope there’s never going to be another war but I want to have him trained nevertheless”, he said gently. “But pray tell why would you rather have him look like a Human than an Elf? We Humans lack the grace and elegance that’s natural to the Firstborn, not to mention your beauty.”

“Humans don’t trust Elves anymore, Estel”, Legolas said sadly. “It would be easier for them to accept him if he looked like one of them.”

Aragorn nodded. He accepted his husband’s reasoning for the time being and decided not to push the matter further. He settled for cuddling his beloved and whispering sweet endearments to his delicately pointed ear. Legolas relaxed in his husband’s arms and when Aragorn started to kiss him more demandingly he didn’t object in the slightest.

Aragorn lifted the smaller Elf and carried him to their bed. Luckily Legolas was wearing only a formal robe, leggings and a thin tunic which were easily discarded by the demanding hands of the King. He kissed every inch of the revealed skin worshipping his beloved’s slim form. He ceased his ministrations for a moment just to admire his husband’s ethereal beauty. Oh by the Gods Legolas was stunning! His golden hair was spread around his head like a halo and his delicate features and pointed ears were flushed. His azure eyes had darkened and his luscious pink lips were slightly parted as he panted.

The King lapped the skin around his nipples and suckled them in turns. Legolas couldn’t help whimpering at the sensation. Aragorn felt his member stiffen as a direct reaction to those wonderful sounds Legolas was making. Finally he reached Legolas’ erect elfhood and ran his thumb around the crowned ridge which was slippery with pre-cum and enjoyed the moans this provoked in his husband.

“Saes Estel… aniron…” Legolas whimpered wantonly. He lifted his hips trying to thrust into Aragorn’s hand.

It had been long since their last love-making and Legolas knew he wouldn’t last long if Aragorn continued like this. Aragorn felt the same and was more than willing to take this further. He reached for the phial of scented oil that was placed on the night drawer next to the bed. He coated his fingers thoroughly with the substance and reached for the cleft between his husband’s buttocks. He found the puckered entrance easily but didn’t breach it immediately. He circled the guardian muscle with his fingertips, teasing the starburst flesh. He longed to bury his length into the velvet depths of his elven beloved.

“Amin mela lle, ‘Las…” He whispered huskily as he pushed his middle finger inside Legolas. Legolas tight passage clenched around his finger and heightened his desire. By the Valar, he was so tight! Aragorn’s cock twitched enthusiastically.

Legolas whimpered and arched his back, silently begging him to push his finger further and find the sweet spot which would make him explode. Aragorn fisted Legolas’ cock firmly while he pushed another finger past Legolas’ guardian muscle. Legolas writhed on the bed and tangled his fingers in Aragorn’s dark hair.

“Saes, do not torment me so…” He pleaded in lust-filled voice. His blue eyes were glazed with desire and want.

Aragorn was more than glad to oblige his beautiful mate and lifted his knees to his shoulders after removing his fingers from Legolas’ tight opening. He grabbed his own so far neglected cock and guided it to Legolas’ entrance.

“Relax, love”, he whispered and slowly eased his considerable length into the hot tightness of Legolas’ ass. He couldn’t suppress a moan when the wet heat clenched around his cock. “Oh love, I’m not going to last long!”

Legolas felt utterly filled and stretched and relished the feeling of being claimed so intimately. It felt so immensely pleasurable that it almost bordered on pain. Legolas gritted his teeth and panted loudly. Aragorn had hit his sweet spot with his first thrust.

“Estel, meleth, harder”, he demanded panting heavily. He was ready to climax any second now. Aragorn thrust again, this time harder and deeper. Legolas mewled and thrust his hips upwards in order to get all of Aragorn’s length inside. Both of them were whimpering and whispering sweet nothings at this point – all coherency of thought had fled. Aragorn knew he was very close to his orgasm and took Legolas’ weeping member into his hand and gave it a few firm strokes in time with his thrusts. The head of his cock nudged Legolas’ pleasure spot with every thrust and that pushed Legolas over the edge. He spilled his seed between them moaning loudly his husband’s name.

Legolas’ passage clenched strongly around Aragorn and after some deep thrusts he climaxed and released his seed within Legolas with a low growl.