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Feline Delights II
Title: Feline Delights II
Author: Aglarien
Type: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, except for the cat. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: AU. Fluff.
Beta: Patricia/Slayer9649. All remaining mistakes are mine, mine, mine!
//In here be mindspeak//
Summary: While the elflings nap, the cats play.
*****
Erestor laid the sleeping infant in his cradle and pressed a kiss on his golden head as Glorfindel carried in their other two elflings. Taking Amdiriel from his mate, Erestor held her close. “Tired, princess?”
Amdiriel yawned hugely and nodded. “I had fun today, Ada, but I want to sleep now. I love you, Ada,” she said, kissing Erestor’s cheek.
“I love you, my little one,” Erestor whispered as he tucked her into bed. He kissed her brow and said, “Sleep well, sweetheart. After your nap we will read a story, all right?”
“All right, Ada.”
Their children tucked into bed for a nap, the two adas left the room, closing the door behind them. Putting the elflings into bed, whether it was for the night or only for a nap, always touched Erestor deeply. That these adorable little elflings were his and Glorfindel’s seemed almost a beautiful dream at times. That the children loved them in return was a precious gift, and his heart overflowed. “I love them so much that sometimes it almost hurts, Glorfindel,” Erestor said, leaning into his husband. “They are all so wrapped up in how much I love you.”
“I know, love. It is the same for me. I love you and them so much that sometimes I cannot think of anything else.” Glorfindel drew Erestor closer as they entered their bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. “And right now, all I want to do is to show you how much I love you.”
Erestor purred as Glorfindel’s lips moved across his neck, and then giggled as he was lifted in his husband’s arms and dumped unceremoniously on the bed. “Oh, dear! The lion has caught me - I am about to be eaten alive! Help!”
“There is no help for you, my sleek panther,” Glorfindel growled, trying not to laugh as he crawled over Erestor and bit gently at his mate through the thin black shirt. Erestor smelled of the garden, sunshine, the elflings, and his own unique scent….and grass mixed with garden soil. And his clothes tasted of it. He rested his head on his husband’s stomach and laughed.
“What?”
“I have just gotten a mouthful of garden dirt. However do lions manage?”
Erestor chuckled. “I suppose they do not care – or the only thing that matters is getting to what lies beneath all that dirty fur.”
Glorfindel twisted his head to look at Erestor, and then raised his eyebrows up and down comically. “Prepare to be skinned alive, panther!”
In a flash, Erestor twisted around, and Glorfindel suddenly found their positions reversed as his mate landed on top of him and whispered seductively, “Not if I skin my lion alive first.”
Glorfindel lay back with a smirk on his face. “You caught me. Do with me what you will, panther. I am but clay between your quick and mighty paws.”
Stretching languidly like a large cat, Erestor ran his fingernails lightly down Glorfindel’s chest, a low, deep purr rumbling in the panther’s chest.
“I love it when you make that sound,” Glorfindel whispered. “Just like a cat purring.”
Erestor leaned over and licked an ear, as his nimble fingers quickly unfastened the clasps to Glorfindel’s tunic and shirt. Another purr rumbled in Glorfindel’s ear.
“Oh, and he has such clever paws too,” the lion rumbled.
“All the better to skin you with, my love,” Erestor whispered, running his fingernails gently up and down the now bared chest beneath him.
Glorfindel shivered. His fingers curled around the neckline of Erestor’s shirt and pulled. “Oh dear, look what the bad lion has done,” he said as the shirt tore, buttons flew across the room, and he subjected Erestor’s chest to the same treatment he was receiving.
Feeling Glorfindel’s large hands grip the top of his leggings, Erestor was on his feet in a flash. “Oh no. Not these leggings, Sir Lion. My husband likes them on me, and I would hate for them to be damaged.” He quickly unlaced the leggings and pushed them to the floor. What was left of his shirt was next removed and tossed aside. Crawling back on top of the bed, he pulled the warrior’s boots off and dropped them over the side of the bed. “Coming to bed with your boots on. Tsk, tsk. Bad lion again,” he grinned, starting to work on Glorfindel’s leggings.
Glorfindel growled as Erestor jumped up and sprang to the floor, then smiled as he watched the tight black leggings fall to the floor. He really did love those leggings on Erestor, so it was probably a good thing that his beloved mate didn’t let him rip them. Before he knew it, his boots were on the floor, Erestor was making quick work of his leggings, and he lifted his hips to facilitate their removal. “Hmmm….I rather like you undressing me.”
“It does save you ripping your own clothes off,” Erestor giggled again. For someone who had never giggled in his life before Glorfindel, he seemed to do it all the time now – as long as they were alone and no one else could hear him. Glorfindel’s tunic and shirt soon joined the rest of their clothes on the floor. Stretching over his mate, Erestor lay on top of the heavily muscled body beneath him and sighed happily as strong arms held him close. “I love it when my lion holds me,” he purred.
“As I love to hold my panther,” Glorfindel rumbled softly, rubbing his cheek against Erestor’s soft hair. His broad hands caressed his mate’s firm buttocks.
Erestor chuckled as he felt the vibrations of Glorfindel’s rumble in his chest. Reaching under the pillow, he pulled out a small phial and held it up for Glorfindel to see. “Oh, look what I found! I wonder whatever shall I do with it?”
Glorfindel growled, and then simultaneously grabbed the phial out of Erestor’s hand and rolled them over, pinning his husband beneath him. “Oh, I know exactly what to do with it, my lovely panther.” Popping the cork out with his thumb, he emptied the phial over Erestor’s thick arousal, tossed the vial across the room, and growled deep in his chest as he gripped his mate’s shaft and spread the oil smoothly over it.
Erestor gasped as Glorfindel poured the oil over his arousal. It had been several months since he had been the one taking, not that he was adverse to it once in a while – not at all. It was just unexpected. As his shaft was grasped in his mate’s broad hand and stroked, he moaned and bucked his hips.
“Impatient, my panther?” Glorfindel asked huskily. Rising, he slowly impaled himself on Erestor’s erection, and a moan at the exquisite sensation which coursed through his body escaped his parted lips. Once fully seated, he carefully rolled Erestor over on top of him, and wrapped his long legs around his lithe mate’s waist. “Make me purr,” he whispered.
Erestor needed no further urging. Setting a slow but forceful pace, he soon had Glorfindel begging for more. Lowering his mouth over his mate’s, his tongue delved deeply, and a growl reverberated from his throat.
Glorfindel shivered in delight as Erestor’s growl ran through him, and his hips rose to meet every powerful thrust. //Oh, Valar….you growled.// Reaching up, he grasped his husband’s tight mounds in his hands, and pulled him in deeper, urging him to move faster. Another growl rumbled through Erestor. //Oh, please, love...more.//
Erestor finally tore his mouth away, panting for breath, and buried his head in Glorfindel’s neck. He could feel his mate’s passion, and adjusted his angle until he was hitting Glorfindel’s sweet spot squarely with every thrust, reveling in the delight that emanated from spouse.
A soft, vibrating moan started from deep within Glorfindel, as he abandoned himself to his mate’s loving. Erestor was surrounding him, within him, a part of him, and they were no longer two, but one. No longer two souls, no longer two hearts, but one soul, one heart. And another growl reverberated in his ear – and was answered with a soft purr.
And when they had found their completion together, the sleek panther curled around the powerful, sated lion, as the golden cat, purring his love, drifted off into reverie.
*****
THE END
Author: Aglarien
Type: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, except for the cat. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: AU. Fluff.
Beta: Patricia/Slayer9649. All remaining mistakes are mine, mine, mine!
//In here be mindspeak//
Summary: While the elflings nap, the cats play.
*****
Erestor laid the sleeping infant in his cradle and pressed a kiss on his golden head as Glorfindel carried in their other two elflings. Taking Amdiriel from his mate, Erestor held her close. “Tired, princess?”
Amdiriel yawned hugely and nodded. “I had fun today, Ada, but I want to sleep now. I love you, Ada,” she said, kissing Erestor’s cheek.
“I love you, my little one,” Erestor whispered as he tucked her into bed. He kissed her brow and said, “Sleep well, sweetheart. After your nap we will read a story, all right?”
“All right, Ada.”
Their children tucked into bed for a nap, the two adas left the room, closing the door behind them. Putting the elflings into bed, whether it was for the night or only for a nap, always touched Erestor deeply. That these adorable little elflings were his and Glorfindel’s seemed almost a beautiful dream at times. That the children loved them in return was a precious gift, and his heart overflowed. “I love them so much that sometimes it almost hurts, Glorfindel,” Erestor said, leaning into his husband. “They are all so wrapped up in how much I love you.”
“I know, love. It is the same for me. I love you and them so much that sometimes I cannot think of anything else.” Glorfindel drew Erestor closer as they entered their bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. “And right now, all I want to do is to show you how much I love you.”
Erestor purred as Glorfindel’s lips moved across his neck, and then giggled as he was lifted in his husband’s arms and dumped unceremoniously on the bed. “Oh, dear! The lion has caught me - I am about to be eaten alive! Help!”
“There is no help for you, my sleek panther,” Glorfindel growled, trying not to laugh as he crawled over Erestor and bit gently at his mate through the thin black shirt. Erestor smelled of the garden, sunshine, the elflings, and his own unique scent….and grass mixed with garden soil. And his clothes tasted of it. He rested his head on his husband’s stomach and laughed.
“What?”
“I have just gotten a mouthful of garden dirt. However do lions manage?”
Erestor chuckled. “I suppose they do not care – or the only thing that matters is getting to what lies beneath all that dirty fur.”
Glorfindel twisted his head to look at Erestor, and then raised his eyebrows up and down comically. “Prepare to be skinned alive, panther!”
In a flash, Erestor twisted around, and Glorfindel suddenly found their positions reversed as his mate landed on top of him and whispered seductively, “Not if I skin my lion alive first.”
Glorfindel lay back with a smirk on his face. “You caught me. Do with me what you will, panther. I am but clay between your quick and mighty paws.”
Stretching languidly like a large cat, Erestor ran his fingernails lightly down Glorfindel’s chest, a low, deep purr rumbling in the panther’s chest.
“I love it when you make that sound,” Glorfindel whispered. “Just like a cat purring.”
Erestor leaned over and licked an ear, as his nimble fingers quickly unfastened the clasps to Glorfindel’s tunic and shirt. Another purr rumbled in Glorfindel’s ear.
“Oh, and he has such clever paws too,” the lion rumbled.
“All the better to skin you with, my love,” Erestor whispered, running his fingernails gently up and down the now bared chest beneath him.
Glorfindel shivered. His fingers curled around the neckline of Erestor’s shirt and pulled. “Oh dear, look what the bad lion has done,” he said as the shirt tore, buttons flew across the room, and he subjected Erestor’s chest to the same treatment he was receiving.
Feeling Glorfindel’s large hands grip the top of his leggings, Erestor was on his feet in a flash. “Oh no. Not these leggings, Sir Lion. My husband likes them on me, and I would hate for them to be damaged.” He quickly unlaced the leggings and pushed them to the floor. What was left of his shirt was next removed and tossed aside. Crawling back on top of the bed, he pulled the warrior’s boots off and dropped them over the side of the bed. “Coming to bed with your boots on. Tsk, tsk. Bad lion again,” he grinned, starting to work on Glorfindel’s leggings.
Glorfindel growled as Erestor jumped up and sprang to the floor, then smiled as he watched the tight black leggings fall to the floor. He really did love those leggings on Erestor, so it was probably a good thing that his beloved mate didn’t let him rip them. Before he knew it, his boots were on the floor, Erestor was making quick work of his leggings, and he lifted his hips to facilitate their removal. “Hmmm….I rather like you undressing me.”
“It does save you ripping your own clothes off,” Erestor giggled again. For someone who had never giggled in his life before Glorfindel, he seemed to do it all the time now – as long as they were alone and no one else could hear him. Glorfindel’s tunic and shirt soon joined the rest of their clothes on the floor. Stretching over his mate, Erestor lay on top of the heavily muscled body beneath him and sighed happily as strong arms held him close. “I love it when my lion holds me,” he purred.
“As I love to hold my panther,” Glorfindel rumbled softly, rubbing his cheek against Erestor’s soft hair. His broad hands caressed his mate’s firm buttocks.
Erestor chuckled as he felt the vibrations of Glorfindel’s rumble in his chest. Reaching under the pillow, he pulled out a small phial and held it up for Glorfindel to see. “Oh, look what I found! I wonder whatever shall I do with it?”
Glorfindel growled, and then simultaneously grabbed the phial out of Erestor’s hand and rolled them over, pinning his husband beneath him. “Oh, I know exactly what to do with it, my lovely panther.” Popping the cork out with his thumb, he emptied the phial over Erestor’s thick arousal, tossed the vial across the room, and growled deep in his chest as he gripped his mate’s shaft and spread the oil smoothly over it.
Erestor gasped as Glorfindel poured the oil over his arousal. It had been several months since he had been the one taking, not that he was adverse to it once in a while – not at all. It was just unexpected. As his shaft was grasped in his mate’s broad hand and stroked, he moaned and bucked his hips.
“Impatient, my panther?” Glorfindel asked huskily. Rising, he slowly impaled himself on Erestor’s erection, and a moan at the exquisite sensation which coursed through his body escaped his parted lips. Once fully seated, he carefully rolled Erestor over on top of him, and wrapped his long legs around his lithe mate’s waist. “Make me purr,” he whispered.
Erestor needed no further urging. Setting a slow but forceful pace, he soon had Glorfindel begging for more. Lowering his mouth over his mate’s, his tongue delved deeply, and a growl reverberated from his throat.
Glorfindel shivered in delight as Erestor’s growl ran through him, and his hips rose to meet every powerful thrust. //Oh, Valar….you growled.// Reaching up, he grasped his husband’s tight mounds in his hands, and pulled him in deeper, urging him to move faster. Another growl rumbled through Erestor. //Oh, please, love...more.//
Erestor finally tore his mouth away, panting for breath, and buried his head in Glorfindel’s neck. He could feel his mate’s passion, and adjusted his angle until he was hitting Glorfindel’s sweet spot squarely with every thrust, reveling in the delight that emanated from spouse.
A soft, vibrating moan started from deep within Glorfindel, as he abandoned himself to his mate’s loving. Erestor was surrounding him, within him, a part of him, and they were no longer two, but one. No longer two souls, no longer two hearts, but one soul, one heart. And another growl reverberated in his ear – and was answered with a soft purr.
And when they had found their completion together, the sleek panther curled around the powerful, sated lion, as the golden cat, purring his love, drifted off into reverie.
*****
THE END