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The Initiation
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
5,707
Reviews:
20
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.
First touch
Title: The Initiation
Author: Big Smirk
Beta: Mel A and Marie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/Elrond
Archived: Adultfanfiction.net & Library of Moria
Disclaimer: LOTR characters not mine.
Feedback: Gawd yes! bigsmirk4u@yahoo.com
Chapter 4 – First Touch
Elrond slowly died ted the young Elf. The removal of each garment was gentle and respectful so as not to alarm yet also to indicate the nature of the upcoming rituals. A flutter of excitement passed through Legolas as he realized that these were the opening moves of The Initiation he had long been waiting for. When Legolas stood naked before Elrond, the older Elf moved behind him.
“I will catch you,” Elrond said, signaling to Legolas what was expected.
Legolas let himself fall backwards, indicating his trust. Powerful arms caught him and swept him off his feet. Cradled in the secure hold, Legolas let himself be carried over to a mossy rock that also had several blankets laid out across it. Legolas had never seen that rock there before, but he let the question go. Elrond set him down carefully before sitting down beside him.
The Lord of Rivendell ran his fingers reassuringly through the soft, fair hair.
“Yes, I see that you are ready. Now I must turn you over,” he said quietly as he reached with both hands across to Legolas’ far shoulder and hip, pulling the Elf gently over toward him. Understanding what was required, Legolas assisted the turn until he was lying on his stomach. He folded his arms in front of him so he could rest his head on his hands.
Elrond ran two fingers down Legolas’ back, starting from the neck, slowly, methodically, moving down between the shoulders, down the small of his back, down, until he reached the valley of his buttocks. There he reversed direction, using the whole of the hand and increasing the pressure with the palm as he returned his stroke back up across the sacrum, stopping again at the small of the Elf’s back. With a lighter touch he ran his two fingers back down again before repeating the upward stroke with the palm. He performed the stroke on Legolas repeatedly and watched his response.
Legolas felt the gentle touch of Elrond on his neck and felt its downward journey. Pleasure radiated out along the corresponding nerves as Elrond passed each vertebra. It felt as though the older Elf had placed his hand directly within him, lighting fires of sensation. Legolas felt his breath catch as each new place was ignited. He gasped as the reverse of the stroke took him by surprise; never had he been touched in such a way. His thighs opened, his back arched, responding to the stroke, exposing more of his hidden flesh, inviting greater intimacy to the one who touched him.
Elrond took out a small phial of oil specially mixed for initiations. He always added in an herb that numbed a little to take some of the pain off the first entry without taking away the pleasure. Soothingly, he anointed the young Elf’s tender flesh. He took his time and paid careful attention to the most intimate area, giving time to let the herb work. Feeling the supple body open to his caress, Elrond slowly, insistently, slipped a finger in.
Legolas tightened as a whimper escaped his lips. His did not wish to displease Elrond, but his body, though desiring penetration, was unfamiliar with the feel of it.
“Shh…relax…breathe…” Elrond calmed the young Elf as he stilled his finger, waiting for the tension to dissipate. Slowly, he felt the acceptance he knew would come.
“That’s it. Relax for me,” Elrond said, sliding his slippery finger in deeper and gently moving it. When he could feel Legolas begin to enjoy the touch, he removed his finger and replaced it, slowly, with two. He rubbed the smooth white back with one hand as he accustomed the tight passage to the time crafted sensuous delights with the other. Legolas’ little quivers and soft moans told Elrond all he needed to know.
Yes, the young Elf was indeed ready.
Withdrawing his fingers, he turned the young Elf over onto his back.
TBC
Author: Big Smirk
Beta: Mel A and Marie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/Elrond
Archived: Adultfanfiction.net & Library of Moria
Disclaimer: LOTR characters not mine.
Feedback: Gawd yes! bigsmirk4u@yahoo.com
Chapter 4 – First Touch
Elrond slowly died ted the young Elf. The removal of each garment was gentle and respectful so as not to alarm yet also to indicate the nature of the upcoming rituals. A flutter of excitement passed through Legolas as he realized that these were the opening moves of The Initiation he had long been waiting for. When Legolas stood naked before Elrond, the older Elf moved behind him.
“I will catch you,” Elrond said, signaling to Legolas what was expected.
Legolas let himself fall backwards, indicating his trust. Powerful arms caught him and swept him off his feet. Cradled in the secure hold, Legolas let himself be carried over to a mossy rock that also had several blankets laid out across it. Legolas had never seen that rock there before, but he let the question go. Elrond set him down carefully before sitting down beside him.
The Lord of Rivendell ran his fingers reassuringly through the soft, fair hair.
“Yes, I see that you are ready. Now I must turn you over,” he said quietly as he reached with both hands across to Legolas’ far shoulder and hip, pulling the Elf gently over toward him. Understanding what was required, Legolas assisted the turn until he was lying on his stomach. He folded his arms in front of him so he could rest his head on his hands.
Elrond ran two fingers down Legolas’ back, starting from the neck, slowly, methodically, moving down between the shoulders, down the small of his back, down, until he reached the valley of his buttocks. There he reversed direction, using the whole of the hand and increasing the pressure with the palm as he returned his stroke back up across the sacrum, stopping again at the small of the Elf’s back. With a lighter touch he ran his two fingers back down again before repeating the upward stroke with the palm. He performed the stroke on Legolas repeatedly and watched his response.
Legolas felt the gentle touch of Elrond on his neck and felt its downward journey. Pleasure radiated out along the corresponding nerves as Elrond passed each vertebra. It felt as though the older Elf had placed his hand directly within him, lighting fires of sensation. Legolas felt his breath catch as each new place was ignited. He gasped as the reverse of the stroke took him by surprise; never had he been touched in such a way. His thighs opened, his back arched, responding to the stroke, exposing more of his hidden flesh, inviting greater intimacy to the one who touched him.
Elrond took out a small phial of oil specially mixed for initiations. He always added in an herb that numbed a little to take some of the pain off the first entry without taking away the pleasure. Soothingly, he anointed the young Elf’s tender flesh. He took his time and paid careful attention to the most intimate area, giving time to let the herb work. Feeling the supple body open to his caress, Elrond slowly, insistently, slipped a finger in.
Legolas tightened as a whimper escaped his lips. His did not wish to displease Elrond, but his body, though desiring penetration, was unfamiliar with the feel of it.
“Shh…relax…breathe…” Elrond calmed the young Elf as he stilled his finger, waiting for the tension to dissipate. Slowly, he felt the acceptance he knew would come.
“That’s it. Relax for me,” Elrond said, sliding his slippery finger in deeper and gently moving it. When he could feel Legolas begin to enjoy the touch, he removed his finger and replaced it, slowly, with two. He rubbed the smooth white back with one hand as he accustomed the tight passage to the time crafted sensuous delights with the other. Legolas’ little quivers and soft moans told Elrond all he needed to know.
Yes, the young Elf was indeed ready.
Withdrawing his fingers, he turned the young Elf over onto his back.
TBC