Teaching Haldir

Gently, he grasped Haldir’s erection within his hands and began to slicken the throbbing flesh with slow, deliberate strokes, rolling Haldir’s hardness between his palms, causing him to groan involuntarily.

Vhaelvyrn wound one hand into the soft, silvery flaxen of Haldir’s hair and pulled his son towards him, kissing him once more with smoldering sensuality, eliciting a delicious shiver from the young Elf.

Faer watched with lust filled eyes as Vhaelvyrn ran his hands over Haldir’s erection, slickening the hardened shaft until it glistened in the moonlight, the March Warden teasing and stroking his son until he moaned with pleasure.


“Ah, my son. . . how wonderfully hard you make me,” Vhaelvyrn breathed, releasing Haldir from his grasp. “You shall make that one cry out your name with such sweet pleasure, Ithil Herself will be envious of your coupling.”

The sight of this father and son being so intimate should have caused Faer to turn away, but the touch was so sensuous. . .so natural and so very erotic that the Gypsy was unable to tear his eyes away, his own hand slipping between his legs to assuage his desperate need to be touched.

Vhaelvyrn then turned to Faer and smiled deviously. “On your knees, lirimaer,” he commanded.

As if in a dream, Faer followed Vhaelvyrn’s instructions, turning over and pulling himself to his hands and knees, his erection throbbing against his belly in anticipation of the pleasure sure to come.

“Mount him,” Vhaelvyrn said to Haldir.

Haldir need not have had the encouragement, for he desperately desired this one in ways he could have never imagined. Grasping Faer’s hips, Haldir pulled the rounded smoothness of the other’s buttocks to him, rubbing the oiled slickness of his erection between them.

“Take him slowly, my son. Allow him to recognize the feel of you and grasp it, for you are. . .quite a bit to take too quickly,” Vhaelvyrn chuckled, stroking himself with a smile. Haldir had not only inherited his handsome features, but other rather impressive assets as well.

Haldir eased the tip of his erection slowly into the Gypsy, feeling the hot tightness wrap instantly around his flesh in a grip far more snug than that of any maiden he had ever known.

Faer shuddered involuntarily as the tip of Haldir’s slickened arousal pressed against his entrance. Swaying on his hands and knees, the Gypsy Elf grasped tufts of greening grass in his fists in an effort not to lean back and impale himself upon the Elf’s shaft. Slowly and with care he was breached, the fof of Haldir’s desire filling him sending twinges of pre orgasmic pleasure pulsing through his body. Faer closed his eyes as Haldir found a slow rhythm, the exquisite friction undoing him quickly.

“Ah, good. . .” Vhaelvyrn’s voice rumbled near Haldir’s his ear.

The March Warden crept to Faer once more, leaving Haldir to his own devices and smiled provocatively, arching one silvered eyebrow impishly.
He rolled onto his back in the grass beneath Faer’s chin, licking the curve of the young Elf’s jaw line as he did so.

“Kiss me,” Vhaelvyrn commanded.

Faer needed only to hear those words once before abandoning his mouth to the sensuous delight that was the March Warden, his mouth working in a tandem rhythm with his hips, lost in the pleasure that father and son were bestowing upon him.

Vhaelvyrn broke the kiss abruptly, and then, catching and holding Faer’s gaze with a deviantly sly grin, he slid in a serpentine motion until he was partially beneath the Dark Elf, his mane of silver hair brushing Faer’s belly, the tip of his arousal slapping demandingly against the other’s chin as he snaked downward.

He grasped the Elf’s quivering hardness and closed his lips over the weeping shaft, sucking his entire length into his mouth in a powerful pull.

Faer’s mouth was abandoned again, a game he was quite getting used to and very much enjoying, Opening his glittering eyes, the Gypsy moved his hips back against Haldir, his gaze never leaving Vhaelvyrn, allowing the older Elf a chance to see how much he enjoyed what his son was doing to him.

The March Warden slipped past his line of sight, snaking his way to a destination that Faer could only dream of. The Gypsy gasped as a hot mouth took in his entire arousal , mastering him with such control that he was barely able to hold himself upright from the sensation. His mouth agape, the tip of Vhaelvyrn’s own hardened prowess pushed against his lips, and Faer took it greedily into his mouth, working the turgid flesh with an eager tongue, suckling and nipping with increasing pressure and speed, his own body filled to bursting, poised upon the edge of the abyss of ecstasy, but wanting. . . needing to take both his lovers with him.

“Aaaahh. . . yessss. . .” Vhaelvyrn breathed, flicking his tongue like an excited serpent over Faer’s hardness while arching his hips up to the warm mouth that sought to drink his essence. “Suck me, lirimaer,” he growled, thrusting into the young Elf’s intimate kiss.

Hearing his father’s demanding intent only increased his excitement. Haldir’s vision had become a blur, so lost was he in the intoxicating heat of Faer’s body as it wrapped his arousal in its potently inebriatgripgrip. He drove deeper into the Dark Elf with every thrust, his body shuddering and begging for release.

“Ah. . .aaaniirrron,” he breathed, fairly quivering with tension, unable to hold back for much longer.

Faer was lost in the sensation as Haldir drove himself further into his body, and he responded by thrusting back with equal force, a vessel needing to filled.

Vhaelvyrn’s hips came up to meet each pull of Faer’s mouth and the Elf doubled his efforts, taking the March Warden’s arousal deep in to his throat before letting his tongue spiral to the tip only to dip again grazing teeth along the throbbing hardness.

Haldir’s whimpers of passion washed over Faer, tightening the coil in his groin to the point of breaking and with a guttural moan of surrendered pleasure, the dark Elf allowed the pulsing hot sweetness of his release to overtake his control, jerking his hips closer to Vhaelvyrn’s suckling mouth, his orgasm rushing frd ard and pounding through his veins with such intensity that he lost the ability to see or hear anything except his own scream of pleasure.

As Faer’s lusty cry rent the air, Vhaelvyrn swallowed the fruits of his labor eagerly, feeling his own release drawing ever closer as the Gypsy Elf continued to stoke Vhaelvyrn’s passion with the fiery caress of his warm tongue. He could hear Haldir’s breath quickening to raging pant, could smell the heady scent of desire rising from his son’s sweating body, sensing the pinnacle of pleasure that threatened to sweep over them both. Vhaelvyrn threw his head back with a moan, arching his lithe body with the searing build of liquid fire roiling within his loins. He reached out to Haldir with his mind, locking into his son’s rising fervency, his body thrumming with excited tension as Haldir unleashed his passion with a strangled groan of ecstasy, body convulsing and shuddering, sending Vhaelvyrn tumbling into the abyss of shared regalement, his own voice singing out above that of his son in a primally lustful cry of release.

Faer collapsed onto Vhaelvyrn and Haldir atop of Faer, the trio spent and panting, a tangle of dark of and light amongst the verdant carpet of the hillside.

Vhaelvyrn slipped from beneath the panting Gypsy Elf and placed a gentle kiss upon his son’s lips.

“Lay with your lover, my son. Hold him until the sun rises, for never again shall you have this moment for you own,” Vhaelvyrn said, stroking the silken paleness of Haldir’s hair with one hand.

He had then slipped away into darkness with a rustle of crimson, leaving Haldir and Faer to bask in the afterglow of the experience. . .and of each other.

THE END