Elfpunzel

For many weeks, Erestor would finish the negotiations with Lord Celeborn, then sneak away to meet with Glorfindel in his tree. Each time, as promised, he brought a little more yarn with him. The Galadhrim of the forest took note of the stranger who joined the Lady’s ‘pet elf’ as they referred to Glorfindel, but said nothing. For the most part, they were loyal to Celeborn and simply humored the Lady when needed. She was a witch, you know, she could have made their lives hell.

Sometimes the march wardens would be standing right near the base of the tree when Erestor climbed up or down, on occasion they even waved, but none of them turned him in. There was even a time when Lord Celeborn passed by as Erestor struggled to climb with the heavy load of yarn he had brought, and the Lorien Lord helped him get a foot up. What it really came down to was not letting Galadriel know what was going on.

As the days passed, the rope that Glorfindel wove became longer and longer, for each night Erestor took the new piece back to the guest tree he was in and tied it to the previous lengths. Glorfindel was proud of his progress, and as something of a reward, Erestor would always sneak him something new to try each night. The first day it was simply an apple, which Glorfindel devoured after his first dainty bite. Next was a bunch of carrots, which delighted Glorfindel immensely. Cupcakes, cookies, smoked fish, roast duck, and mushrooms all made it to the list. And then came the glorious day that the cheesecake arrived.

Erestor presented it with a flourish, and Glorfindel’s mouth watered at the sight. Covered in plump, red strawberries and smelling heavenly, Glorfindel frowned when he realized that there were no plates and no forks for them to use.

With a wicked grin, Erestor dipped his finger into the cheesecake, lifting up a dollop of the dessert. He brought it up to Glorfindel’s lips, and the golden-haired ellon innocently wrapped his lips around Erestor’s finger and sucked the decadent dessert from it.

“Mmmm...” Glorfindel closed his eyes as his tongue darted out to lick the few remaining crumbs from Erestor’s digit, and then his eyes flashed open. There was a tingling sensation inside of his tummy, but he doubted it was from the cheesecake. Erestor must have not noticed, for he was lifting one of the juicy strawberries from the cake and offering it to Glorfindel.

“Oh... dear Erestor,” groaned Glorfindel as he chewed the bit of strawberry in his mouth, “this is simply... blissful.”

“Is it?” Erestor dipped his finger back into the dessert, waiting until Glorfindel had swallowed before pressing it past Glorfindel’s lips. “I hadn’t noticed.”

Glorfindel continued to suckle and lick the exquisite treat that Erestor fed him until suddenly he had a funny look on his face. “Dear Erestor, I must stop. My clothing has become quite tight- I must have overindulged!” He gasped when he looked down to find it was not his stomach that was bulging. “Sweet Eru, what is happening to me?”

“Relax, dear Glorfindel,” comforted Erestor, setting aside the cheesecake. “It has happened not only to you, but to me as well,” he said, taking Glorfindel’s hand and placing it over his own erection. “Remove your clothing,” Erestor whispered, tracing his tongue along Glorfindel’s jawline.

With a gasp, Glorfindel shuddered and drew back a little. “But it isn’t summer!” he reminded Erestor.

“It doesn’t need to be,” growled Erestor, but it was a nice growl, not the sort of growl that Lady Galadriel made when she was upset, but a growl that Glorfindel wanted to hear again. A growl that made whatever was in his pants try to jump, or so it seemed.

“Alright,” stuttered Glorfindel, carefully removing his clothes. He began to fold them neatly, but found himself suddenly pinned to the floor. “Dear Erestor, I must- oh!” Glorfindel’s eyes got wider as Erestor pressed his own naked body close. “Oh!” Glorfindel gasped as something delightfully hard rubbed against... well, what do you know! He had one, too! Something was making him want to touch it, but he also wanted Erestor to touch it, and there were other things he wanted that he could not explain, but it seemed Erestor could tell without him saying, so he rested on the floor as Erestor used his hands and tongue and his really hard thing to work Glorfindel into a panting frenzy.

“I hope I haven’t frightened you,” apologized Erestor between nips and kisses to Glorfindel’s throat.

“Lower,” he moaned, and Erestor laughed warmly and complied to dear Glorfindel’s wishes. The blond curled his toes and clenched his fists as he felt Erestor’s tongue descend upon his own hardness and cried out when he felt something slippery near his rear. “What... what are you doing?” he frantically asked as he sat up.

Erestor kissed the tip of Glorfindel’s erection and nuzzled his nose against his thigh before kissing that as well. “I have to prepare you, dear, sweet Glorfindel. If I am to make love to you, your entrance must be stretched and oiled.”

“Entrance? I always thought it was an exit,” mused Glorfindel as Erestor coated his fingers with more oil from a vial he had brought with him (and had been bringing with him for some time in hopes of this). Glorfindel saw the look of askance on Erestor’s face, and he nodded, trying to keep an eye on what was happening. This lasted only until he was breached, for moments later, it was as if the stars themselves were exploding all around him.

“More?” questioned Erestor.

“Yes!” Glorfindel writhed upon the floor until Erestor had deemed him well-prepared.

Positioning himself over Glorfindel, Erestor asked, “Are you ready for me?”

Panting a little and quite excited, Glorfindel nodded and asked, “Now do we get to try the sex?”

“Yes,” purred Erestor, leaning in to kiss Glorfindel. “I think now would be the perfect time for that...”