The Hands, The Hands

The Hands, The Hands
By Mieren

Warnings: Threesome. Slash. Bondage. Bestiality.
Dedicated to my friend Takilla for her birthday. This pairing was her request.

Glorfindel was out for a nice leisurely ride astride Asfalof when he was struck. Dressed in aqua blue robes and black leggings, the Peredhil twins rushed him from either side, appearing out of nowhere. Matching flying leaps had both of the brothers atop the stallion in an instant, one twin curled in front of and behind the assaulted blond. Helpless to stop the invasion of the hands, the balrog slayer held still while fingers streaked into locations he hadn’t known he possessed, let alone frequented on his own. It was not the first occasion they’d jumped him unawares and he doubted it would be the last, so he just remained motionless and allowed the events to occur.

Miffed at the suddenly tripled load, Asfalof huffed loudly and flattened his ears to his head, too highly trained to move further without a command.

Glorfindel held still while his tunnd vnd vest were pulled from his chest, smiling indulgently at the eager fingers playing along his skin. He was quite familiar with the lips that claimed both his mouth and his nipples. He leaned back helpfully, arching his hips into the air to allow the twin in front of him to pull his pants from his legs. Clothes were cast aside and Glorfindel waited for the inevitable. A hand from both in front of and behind him slid to his opening, two fingers sliding into his passage at once.

The double penetration was a little faster than he was prepared for and the blond arched up a little, trying to escape. The futility of the act was made clear when the form behind him bit his ear sharply, creating a good deal of pain and distracting him from the insertion of another two fingers. He was beginning to feel vaguely unsure at the sheer extent they were stretching him. Fingers scissorinillfillfully, another set came into play, bringing the number up to six. Glorfindel hissed in pain, not understanding what they had in mind for him.

Whatever they were doing involved bondage, he decided, eyeing a number of cords of rope hanging from the twins’ hips. He didn’t resist when one wrist was lashed masterfully, the raven elves lowering him from Asfalof’s back. Back pressed to the horse’s ribs, he was a little shocked when the rope was passed beneath his steed and tossed back around before his second wrist was taken. Glorfindel began to resist, a sinking feeling settling into the pit of his stomach. His feelings were comed med when the rope tightened, pulling him below his horse, his spine pressed tightly against the furry sternum. Arms held twisted back and outwards, he could not pull away when another loop of rope passed across his stomach, coiling four times around him and the stallion above. He had no choice but to splay his legs wide and try to support most of his weight on his legs. The blunted head of an enormous erection teased his entrance.

Panicking, he turned wide eyes to the twins, unable to believe they were so twisted. Grinning, one of the pair dropped to his knees and scooted underneath him, taking him into his mouth and suckling him expertly to erection. The second twin moved behind his brother and pierced him with a single thrust, arching backwards and twisting his head at a strange angle to push his lips against Glorfindel’s. Without directions being delivered to him, Asfalof remained still, though the scent of the three beneath him aroused him. Feeling a soft elf pressed to his erection, he experimentally rolled his hips forward, stilsuresure if he would be allowed to proceed.

Glorfindel felt a few inches of horse slide into him and he lurched against his bonds, crying out into his lover’s mouth. The twin sucking his length helpfully reached behind him, pouring a generous amount of oil over Asfalof’s slowly thrusting length. His way eased by a slicking of oil, the stallion increased his movements since he had yet to be discouraged. Glorfindel submitted to the inevitable and tried to push back towards his faithful steed. His horse took the invitation and rocked hard against his rider, filling him to the brim.

Below, a hand pressed firmly against his lower abdomen and the blond seneschal could feel the pressure against the massive erection filling him. The suckling elf played with the inside of his thighs and balls contentedly, while the twin taking his brother was content to claim Glorfindel’s mouth and stroke his chest. Asfalof continued to thrust into his bound rider, keeping his movements small and ge. H. He sensed that the blond was uncomfortable so he was careful not to hurt him more than he already was. With the triangular pattern of copulating elves beneath him, he felt like he was in danger of toppling the three if his movements became too forcefule kne knew that he was being given a very rare honor and he didn’t want to abuse it.

Glorfindel was beginning to wonder if he’d ever again be able to do even the most mundane tasks, such as taking a bath or riding his horse, without turning beet red. He was disturbed at how much pleasure he was drawing from the coupling, even with the addition of bondage and bestiality. Not that he’d admit it even upon pain of death, but the feeling of helplessness and forced submission were really turning him on.

It hit him hard then. Their movements had loosened the ropes just enough that Asfalof managed to get in a full-fledged thrust. He bucked and tightened, causing his steed to follow him after another thrust or two. Semen trickled down his legs and he became aware of the raven elf suckling him swallowing fiercely, all too eager to lap him clean. Mouth still on Glorfindel’s, the pumping twin seemed to be nearing his climax. Trying to help him get there, the blond rolled his head to the side and started sucking his ear, a sensitive location on any elf. With a grunt, he came into his brother’s depths. The feeling of heat searing his most sensitive area, the impaled elf shuddered and released onto the ground.

The twins got up quickly, unbinding the impaled seneschal and wiping him clean. They helped dress him and get him back atop Asfalof knowing that he probably wouldn’t be walking properly for a few days. They ran off, still fiddling with the ties to their own clothes. Shaking his head, Glorfindel made a mental note to mentio Elr Elrond the prospect of lacing their food with saltpeter.

End.
Yikes. I don’t know what brought that on, or rather I do and she’s a very scary person at times. O_O; Anywho, you know the drill by now. If you want fic, R&R! And please leave pairing suggestions. That’s how Asfalof ended up in here. Ye gods, you have my promise that no more animal pairings are going to appear in this. I even creeped myself out this time.