Dangerously Besotted
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
7,729
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings book series and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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A/N: I really am very sorry that I never update this. Things have been very busy with college and a full-time job. But I will try harder to get chapters out sooner, now that I know it’s gained some interest. I know what it’s like to be left hanging for months at a time, and I really do apologize for leaving this story on the backburner.
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Hot, putrid breath warmed his backside one last time as the beast removed his tongue, and pressed a wet, mocking kiss to the shuddering opening, laughing darkly. Legolas whimpered in relief and humiliation. As much as he loathed the creature’s touch, he could feel his body reacting to the absence of it.
Boromir felt himself almost reach his pinnacle when the beast retracted his tongue from the wet cavity with an audible, wet sound.
The elf was now alone, and his backside was upturned and exposed at a most indecent angle. The man stood from his seat and strode forward for a better view.
“Gods…” He gasped hoarsely at the sight presented to him. Legolas was shivering and panting, his leaking arousal strained against his stomach. The pale, perfect ass was still positioned in the air, small pink marks around his hips designated where the creature’s grip had been. Since the elf had not yet gained his second release, his sweet, needy little hole was clenching, open and closed spasmodically as a desperate entreaty to the man. And Boromir was more than happy to oblige.
Restraining his lust for the time being, the man edged closer to the elf, casually resting his weathered palm on the curved rear. Legolas tensed, quivered as Boromir’s thumb traced the outside of his convulsing anus. “How delightfully your little hole beckons to me…” he whispered teasingly, eliciting a miserable sob from his captive. A surprised gasp shortly followed, as the man slipped his finger easily inside and the clinging inner walls eagerly took the probing digit inside.
“It’s no use trying to deny it now, Legolas… I can feel how you tighten around me. So wonderfully, wonderfully tight…. I will enjoy taking you. But what would truly please me would be to hear you beg for me to conquer your gorgeous body.”
“N-never!” Legolas spoke with the last vestiges of dignity he had.
“Do it.”
“I w-will not.”
Boromir merely sighed in mock disappointment. Legolas gasped as the man’s fingers massaged his soft, inner channel with practiced skill, brushing against his prostate briefly, then deliberately avoiding it again.
“You know you want it, Legolas. You think my finger feels good up your ass? Just wait until I’ve got you impaled upon my cock.” With his other hand, Boromir ran a finger up and down the length of the elf’s slick, weeping member. “I can give you release.” His voice was a mere whisper now, breathing hotly into Legolas’ pointed ear. The man nibbled on the delicate tip, waiting for a response, continuing his leisurely prodding of the elf’s wet cavity.
“Ahh…”
“Yes…”
“Oh…oh gods. Please.”
“Please what, Legolas?”
“Please….please….ahh…oh, Boromir just d-do it…take me, oh!”
“Good enough.” Boromir grinned, removing his fingers. Legolas moaned at the loss.
“Patience, my pet.” He mockingly cooed, patting the elf’s rear affectionately.
With an arrogant grin, the Steward curtly nodded to the closest Uruk-hai, who, like all the others, was in the midst of fondling his arousal.
“Undo his bindings, and turn him on his back. I wish to see his face as I take him.”
The creature did as he was told, and positioned the complacent elf on his back. Legolas whimpered as his weeping arousal bobbed painfully against his belly and his stretched insides throbbed with need.
Boromir crawled forward, paying close attention to the elf’s reaction as he undid the ties to his breeches. He was almost taken back by the alarming, livid anger apparent across those fair features. It looked as though the elf would gut him like an animal, given the chance.
But all it took was to look down and see that rosy ring of flesh twitching in anticipation, and Boromir saw what the elf could not hide.
“That’s a good little elf…” Boromir eased a finger back into Legolas’ rear, crooking it to make contact with his prostate. The look of rage on the elf’s face was quickly replaced with helpless bliss.
“There love, just a few more moments…“He distracted the blond by sliding in and out of the slick channel, fingering him in time to the stroking of his own arousal, coating the impressive phallus with a slippery substance he had conveniently produced from within his boot.
After covering his hard, pulsing length, the man removed his fingers from their tight enclosure and tipped the remains of the vial directly into and around the elf’s entrance, smearing the lubricant until the pink little hole was more than sufficiently prepared; twitching and glistening with sweet oil, begging to be breached.
Draping himself over the lithe body, Boromir caressed Legolas’s flushed cheek tenderly. The elf gasped through moist, parted lips, eyes fluttering open slowly in response- and in those crystalline depths, the man saw for the first time, the expression he was waiting for.
Surrender.
“Boromir…seas…I burn.” Legolas mewled beseechingly, his slender back arching upwards to meet with the man’s hard chest. Boromir mouthed a silent prayer to the gods, clutching the writhing beauty by the hips, lifting them until the elf’s dripping socket was aligned with his rigid cock. He leaned forward, catching the elf’s lips with his own. Legolas responded eagerly, pouring out all of his need into the kiss.
The tip of Boromir’s shaft barely nudged the open ring when an angry, melodic voice rang through the air, disrupting his descent into the elf’s wet anus.
“Would you get up already you lazy dog!?”
TBC….
~*~*~*~
Hot, putrid breath warmed his backside one last time as the beast removed his tongue, and pressed a wet, mocking kiss to the shuddering opening, laughing darkly. Legolas whimpered in relief and humiliation. As much as he loathed the creature’s touch, he could feel his body reacting to the absence of it.
Boromir felt himself almost reach his pinnacle when the beast retracted his tongue from the wet cavity with an audible, wet sound.
The elf was now alone, and his backside was upturned and exposed at a most indecent angle. The man stood from his seat and strode forward for a better view.
“Gods…” He gasped hoarsely at the sight presented to him. Legolas was shivering and panting, his leaking arousal strained against his stomach. The pale, perfect ass was still positioned in the air, small pink marks around his hips designated where the creature’s grip had been. Since the elf had not yet gained his second release, his sweet, needy little hole was clenching, open and closed spasmodically as a desperate entreaty to the man. And Boromir was more than happy to oblige.
Restraining his lust for the time being, the man edged closer to the elf, casually resting his weathered palm on the curved rear. Legolas tensed, quivered as Boromir’s thumb traced the outside of his convulsing anus. “How delightfully your little hole beckons to me…” he whispered teasingly, eliciting a miserable sob from his captive. A surprised gasp shortly followed, as the man slipped his finger easily inside and the clinging inner walls eagerly took the probing digit inside.
“It’s no use trying to deny it now, Legolas… I can feel how you tighten around me. So wonderfully, wonderfully tight…. I will enjoy taking you. But what would truly please me would be to hear you beg for me to conquer your gorgeous body.”
“N-never!” Legolas spoke with the last vestiges of dignity he had.
“Do it.”
“I w-will not.”
Boromir merely sighed in mock disappointment. Legolas gasped as the man’s fingers massaged his soft, inner channel with practiced skill, brushing against his prostate briefly, then deliberately avoiding it again.
“You know you want it, Legolas. You think my finger feels good up your ass? Just wait until I’ve got you impaled upon my cock.” With his other hand, Boromir ran a finger up and down the length of the elf’s slick, weeping member. “I can give you release.” His voice was a mere whisper now, breathing hotly into Legolas’ pointed ear. The man nibbled on the delicate tip, waiting for a response, continuing his leisurely prodding of the elf’s wet cavity.
“Ahh…”
“Yes…”
“Oh…oh gods. Please.”
“Please what, Legolas?”
“Please….please….ahh…oh, Boromir just d-do it…take me, oh!”
“Good enough.” Boromir grinned, removing his fingers. Legolas moaned at the loss.
“Patience, my pet.” He mockingly cooed, patting the elf’s rear affectionately.
With an arrogant grin, the Steward curtly nodded to the closest Uruk-hai, who, like all the others, was in the midst of fondling his arousal.
“Undo his bindings, and turn him on his back. I wish to see his face as I take him.”
The creature did as he was told, and positioned the complacent elf on his back. Legolas whimpered as his weeping arousal bobbed painfully against his belly and his stretched insides throbbed with need.
Boromir crawled forward, paying close attention to the elf’s reaction as he undid the ties to his breeches. He was almost taken back by the alarming, livid anger apparent across those fair features. It looked as though the elf would gut him like an animal, given the chance.
But all it took was to look down and see that rosy ring of flesh twitching in anticipation, and Boromir saw what the elf could not hide.
“That’s a good little elf…” Boromir eased a finger back into Legolas’ rear, crooking it to make contact with his prostate. The look of rage on the elf’s face was quickly replaced with helpless bliss.
“There love, just a few more moments…“He distracted the blond by sliding in and out of the slick channel, fingering him in time to the stroking of his own arousal, coating the impressive phallus with a slippery substance he had conveniently produced from within his boot.
After covering his hard, pulsing length, the man removed his fingers from their tight enclosure and tipped the remains of the vial directly into and around the elf’s entrance, smearing the lubricant until the pink little hole was more than sufficiently prepared; twitching and glistening with sweet oil, begging to be breached.
Draping himself over the lithe body, Boromir caressed Legolas’s flushed cheek tenderly. The elf gasped through moist, parted lips, eyes fluttering open slowly in response- and in those crystalline depths, the man saw for the first time, the expression he was waiting for.
Surrender.
“Boromir…seas…I burn.” Legolas mewled beseechingly, his slender back arching upwards to meet with the man’s hard chest. Boromir mouthed a silent prayer to the gods, clutching the writhing beauty by the hips, lifting them until the elf’s dripping socket was aligned with his rigid cock. He leaned forward, catching the elf’s lips with his own. Legolas responded eagerly, pouring out all of his need into the kiss.
The tip of Boromir’s shaft barely nudged the open ring when an angry, melodic voice rang through the air, disrupting his descent into the elf’s wet anus.
“Would you get up already you lazy dog!?”
TBC….