Cuil Eden

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With one hard thrust, Glorfindel sheathed himself inside the yielding body of the youth, groaning with lust even while Legolas cried out at being used so roughly. Tears ran down his face, and every move of Glorfindel inside him was accompanied by the tinkling of the bells – yet he was almost unbearably hard himself, and the pain of being put to such hard usage, the ache from his tortured nipples, only fanned his need to new heights, so that he spread his legs even further, offering himself up to his Lord's cruel lusts. He panted, crying out softly every time one of Glorfindel's thrusts hit the small spot inside him that made him press back against his Lord in a breathless demand for more – yet his Lord's movements were not designed to give him pleasure this time. The thrusts were angled in such a way that each hot burst of ecstasy was mere accident, and the knowledge that his body was used to give pleasure to his Lord alone excited him, so that he moaned at each hard thrust, loving the burning friction of the huge shaft moving inside him.

"Yes, take it," Glorfindel groaned. "It is what you begged for... My cock is all you will get today. Be grateful for it..."

"I am!" Legolas moaned, only wanting more of it, more of the ache, more of his Lord's terrible, exciting words. The bells swung on their chains beneath his chest, jingling merrily so that the pain of the tight clamps was ever-present, and he whimpered, squirming a little even though Glorfindel's strong body held him tightly pinned to the desk. He had held himself up by his elbows, so that his tortured nipples would not be pressed against the desk, but now he arched up as much as was possible, reaching blindly back to tug on his Lord's hands.

"Please..." he breathed, "oh please, touch me..."

He pulled them to his chest, whimpering in fearful expectation of the pain that he knew would come but still pressed himself demandingly forward, so that his Lord's fingers brushed against his aching nipples. As anticipated, there was pain that made him cry out, yet it was exactly what he had needed, and he sobbed gratefully when Glorfindel gave him another hard thrust while simultaneously rubbing over his nipples with no regard for the pain he was causing.

"Please..." Legolas whimpered again, not quite certain what it was he wanted, and Glorfindel chuckled to hear him so needy.

"Oh, I know what you need, roch neth," he threatened, and then his fingers tightened the clamps even more so that Legolas moaned with excited pain, new tears running down his cheeks at the exquisite ache, knowing all of his body fully owned by his Lord.

Glorfindel once again fisted a handful of his hair and used it to ruthlessly press him down onto the desk, chuckling with dark amusement when Legolas sobbed at the way his aching, squeezed nipples scraped across the hard surface.

"Stop whimpering and take what I have to give you," he growled. "It is what you wanted!" He slapped Legolas' thigh once, with enough force to leave behind a red imprint, and the youth moaned breathlessly and indeed stopped moving, resting his head on the desk in humiliation as his Lord continued to use and abuse his yielding body in whichever way he desired.

Glorfindel used him just as roughly as before, if not even more so, so that Legolas softly sobbed at each hard thrust that filled him to bursting. Yet his tears only served to provide his Lord amusement, and every now and then, his efforts got him another slap that made him moan and instinctively tighten around the hard shaft deep inside him.

Finally Glorfindel groaned and bent low over Legolas, muffling his shout of release in his hair while his fingers gripped the youth's hips so tightly that Legolas gasped in pain.

"Mmh... good, roch neth," Glorfindel sighed at last, ungently rubbing the reddened thighs that were trembling now with the youth's frustrated need. "You always feel so good!"

He moaned again as he withdrew, groaning with lust when he watched the small muscle stretching so tightly around him, providing almost unbearable friction. "Ahh, Haldir is right, I truly am a vain man, but I love this sight!"

Legolas had whimpered softly at feeling his Lord withdraw, but he was too far gone with need to even think of protesting. "You have every right to be vain..." he breathed, his voice hoarse from crying and frustrated desire. "I told Haldir so, too..."

Glorfindel chuckled at that and patted his bottom. "I see you have at last learned to flatter me," he said with a smirk. "It is to no avail, though... I will make you suffer some more for me tonight.” He once again grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the youth over to the settee by it, laughing a little at his despair. “Poor Legolas... You want to come, do you not? But before I let you, I will take off one of the clamps...”

“Thank you, my Lord,” Legolas breathed in relief, giving Glorfindel a look of worship despite the rough way he was being handled. Glorfindel smirked again at the way the youth clung to him when he pulled him onto his lap – just as he liked him best, sweet and yielding and needy, despite the pain and the unfulfilled desire.

“Ah, roch neth, I think I forgot to tell you that taking them off is going to hurt much more than putting them on,” he whispered into Legolas' ear, pressing the pad of his thumb against the sensitive tip of a nipple so that Legolas whimpered once more but helplessly leaned into the touch, ready to take anything his Lord gave him, whether it was pleasure or pain.

Then, finally, Glorfindel loosened the clamp and took it off, his other arm firmly wrapped about the youth's waist to hold him close, and as soon as the blood was finally allowed to return to the abused flesh, Legolas cried out once more, his fingers clenching around Glorfindel's arms.

“Yes... cry for me!” Glorfindel said hungrily and feasted on the youth's mouth, bruising his lips with the force of his kiss while his fingers tugged and rolled the small, abused nub of sensitive flesh without mercy, swallowing the youth's sobs with cruel delight. And when he finally broke the kiss, it was only to ruthlessly push Legolas down onto his back, closing his lips around the nipple to suck and tug on it while he wrapped his fingers around the prince's desperately hard length, demandingly milking his orgasm from him while he listened to his broken sobs.

“Well? Did you like that?” he asked at the end, when he finally released the swollen nub. Legolas' sobs had quieted to little whimpers and his shaft was soft and sensitive, although Glorfindel was still stroking him slowly, enjoying how the youth quivered and gasped at the overstimulation. “I did... You look so lovely like this!” He moaned in appreciation as he looked down at the youth spread out before him like a feast, disheveled, hair mussed, and glistening with sweat. “You look truly well used now, roch neth... You feel well used, too!”

He groaned with sudden lust as he effortlessly penetrated the youth with two fingers, the trembling body relaxed now and slick inside with his own seed, so that he added a third finger and groaned again when he watched the small muscle stretch around him.

“Valar!” he breathed, his blood rushing through his veins with sudden excitement. “If I used my whole hand, you would just take it, would you not?”

Legolas made a soft sound, shuddering around him, and gave him a look of such submissive devotion that Glorfindel swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry as he imagined taking possession of the youth's body in such a way. How Legolas would react to him, the sheer depth of surrender he could demand which the youth would as always trustingly yield to him...

“One day I will do it,” he said, the words promise and threat at the same time, his fingers still moving inside the heat of the youth's body solely for the pleasure of hearing his breathless little gasps. “One day soon, when we will not have to worry about Gîl... I will demand that surrender of you, and you will give it to me, unquestioningly, unhesitatingly, even though you are afraid. Image it, roch neth... At that moment, you will truly know that you belong to me completely."

They both moaned, and Glorfindel knew at once that if he asked it of him now, Legolas would let him do it, would surrender and trust himself to his Lord, as he always did...

"But not today," he said more gently. "There is Gîl, and while he is not yet big enough to reach up to the door handle on his own, I still think that kind of game had best be reserved for an evening we have all to ourselves. Also, you have been through enough for today. You will be quite sore tomorrow as it is... You had my cock two times today, and the flogger as well, you insatiable little thing! You are going to wear me out very soon, and I shall return to Imladris exhausted and weary, but a shadow of my former self!"

Spent, sated and still in pain from the remaining clamp, Legolas nevertheless giggled softly at the teasing words, then sighed in regret when his Lord's fingers finally slipped out of him.

With half-lidded eyes, he watched as Glorfindel wiped his fingers onto his belly, feeling strangely aroused by the sight and sensation of his skin smeared with glistening streaks of their mingled seed. He groaned and stretched a little, his chest pressed forward like an offer so that Glorfindel chuckled and playfully tugged on the remaining bell. The tinkling was accompanied by one of Legolas' whimpers, and when Glorfindel let go of the chain to instead encircle the ripe, red nipple with a fingertip, the youth shuddered and gasped.

"Do you want me to take off the clamp?" Glorfindel asked wickedly. "Beg me for it, and I will do it."

Legolas moaned and gave him a pleading look, shivering under Glorfindel's hands as he thought about how it would hurt.

"Please," he whispered, "please take it off, my Lord."

He trembled, his eyes following Glorfindel's fingers as they settled on the gleaming metal that so cruelly encased the aching little nub, yet even so he arched towards his Lord's hand, wanting to please far more than he feared the pain.

"So eager, roch neth?" Glorfindel murmured and smiled at the way his voice made the youth tremble once more. "One last time I will make you shed those pretty tears for me... But I promise I will kiss it better again."

Legolas moaned a little at what they both knew to be a threat, yet when Glorfindel's fingers finally began to open the clamp, he closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, surrendering himself to whatever his Lord desired to do to him.

It was just one short moment of reprieve, and then, quick as a flash of lightning in the sky, pain hit and made him gasp once more, tears spilling down his face as hot blood rushed back into the tormented flesh. He whimpered, pressing his chest helplessly against his Lord's fingers, and when finally lips closed around the abused nub once more he groaned in terrible relief at the hard, demanding suction.

He did not know how long his Lord's mouth tortured him in such a way – all sense of time had gone as he writhed and whimpered beneath Glorfindel, knowing nothing but pain and need, and a strange, looming breathlessness almost like fainting.

He had not truly lost consciousness, but it was much like regaining his senses when the strange feeling finally left him. He found himself resting in his Lord's arms, soothed by strong, warm hands that ran possessively over his body.

He sighed deeply and turned his head to rest his cheek against Glorfindel's chest, listening to his Lord's heartbeat. There were no words adequate to express what he was feeling, yet words were not needed between them now, for Glorfindel's eyes shone with an amused tenderness and Legolas knew himself safe, and loved.

"Shall I have to carry you back to bed now, sweet one?" Glorfindel murmured, and Legolas sighed languidly, moving an arm around his Lord's neck to be able to snuggle closer against him.

Glorfindel laughed softly. "Exhausted at last, hmm? And a good thing it is too... I am too tired to entertain you again this night."

"You did not let me taste you," Legolas sighed in complaint, his eyes still hazy with the remnants of the strange tranquility he had found.

"And you so wanted to, roch neth," Glorfindel teased, making Legolas sigh again with languorous longing.

"I did... I do," he moaned and closed his eyes, deeply breathing his Lord's scent of sweat and their drying seed – finding lust and love and safety in those arms all at once, as always.

"Then I am certain you will get a chance to do so tomorrow," Glorfindel said tenderly, cradling the youth's body in his arms as he stood. "But for now our bed, I think... and maybe a washcloth before, lest we be stuck to each other when we wake."

Legolas murmured a sleepy assent, contentedly burying his head in the crook of Glorfindel's neck as he was carried over to their bed. Once Glorfindel had wiped them both down, Legolas came readily into his Lord's arms.

"You have to do that again," he mumbled, his eyes growing unfocused as reverie crept up on him. "I like it when you pretend to be so evil and rough with me..."

Glorfindel laughed at that, although the look he gave Legolas was one of love and tenderness, and when he saw that the youth had already fallen into a deep sleep, he kissed his brow, sighing himself as he thought about what joy he would know, always, from now until the end of all things.


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You can also find a tiny extra ficlet for Cuil Eden at my LJ here:
http://esteliel.livejournal.com/241720.html
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