Anestel

Title: Anestel
Part: 13/?
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, bdsm
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing with them and will give them back afterwards.

Wow, thank you for the comments! I'm glad so many enjoy this story! :)
The evil little Glorfindel!muse in my head forces me to write, but feedback is such a more pleasurable fuel than Glorfindel's whip... ;)

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Once they were outside, Glorfindel pushed Legolas forward so that he was trapped between the railing of the balcony and Glorfindel's body. Legolas was trembling with fear, he felt the heat of the body behind him, the coldness of the stone in front of him -- he was imprisoned between the two extremes with nowhere to go.

"Are you afraid yet, pen-neth?" Glorfindel purred with dark delight. "You should be... I will enjoy hurting you. I will make you scream so loud that everybody inside will hear your voice!"

"I will not scream!" Legolas protested bravely although his voice was already shaking with terror.

"Oh, let us see then how brave you are, little Sindar..." Glorfindel hissed and then took hold of Legolas' robe, quickly tearing the thin fabric. Legolas gasped in shock when the cool night air hit his skin, but Glorfindel was not finished yet. With obvious impatience he unlaced Legolas' leggings, then yanked them down, exposing the backside of the youth to his touch.

"Such pretty pale skin -- I wonder how it will look when I decorate it with red welts," he breathed into Legolas' ear and smiled with cruel delight when the slender body shuddered against him.

"Now, bend forward and grip the railing. And if I see you move, you'll get a beating so hard that you won't be able to sit for a month!"

With a soft, choked sob Legolas obeyed. His face was red with shame at being punished in such a public place. It was dark already, but light spilled out of the ballroom behind him and silhouetted him against the dark sky. If somebody chanced to take a walk in the dark, they would be able to watch his humiliation... and for those in the room behind him, they only had to follow them out onto the balcony to serve as an audience and add to his shame.

No, Legolas thought wildly, no, he would not scream. He would not give Glorfindel that satisfaction, and he would not make the elves inside aware of what was happening to him here. No, he would be brave, he was a prince and would not shame his people thus...

And still, when the first hard blow hit him, he could not suppress an agonized whimper. It hurt, it hurt worse than anything he had ever felt! It was like a hot line of fire trailing over his bottom, burning deep lines of fiery pain into his skin. With the impact of the next blow, he began to sob openly, his fingers gripping the railing so hard that the iron decorations left deep, read imprints in his skin, and then there came another blow, and another, like flames dancing over his skin, scorching him, and hazily he asked himself if Glorfindel had felt such pain when he slew the balrog, and then there came more pain until there was no clear thought left in his head.

Glorfindel smiled grimly. He trailed the thin leather belt through his hand, then raised it and let it fall down again onto the pale, trembling buttocks. With delight he listened to the anguished sobs this produced. Inwardly, he had to admire Legolas' courage. By now he had to be in such pain that it had to cost him a tremendous effort to still keep quiet.

But not for much longer... again, Glorfindel raised his belt and let more blows rain down on Legolas' abused backside. "Cano!" he commanded hungrily, "Cano an nin!" and increased the force of his blows until Legolas' entire body was trembling from the force of his sobs and and each time the belt connected with his skin, loud and pained cries filled the air.

Then Glorfindel stopped and let the belt fall to the ground, his anger vanished when Legolas had finally surrendered to his punishment. "Is it enough now? Have you learnt, pen-neth?" he asked tenderly and wiped the tears from Legolas' cheeks. The Sindar sagged against him, too weak to stand without help, and immediately wrapped his arms around Glorfindel's neck and sobbed into his chest.

"Hush, roch-neth," Glorfindel continued to sooth him, "I am no longer angry with you, it is over now."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Legolas whimpered helplessly, repeated the words again and again like a prayer while Glorfindel gently stroked his back. When the sobs had finally quieted down and Legolas was only sniffling miserably, Glorfindel deliberately moved his hip forward to press his groin against Legolas.

"Can you feel how hard I am?" he purred, "You are so beautiful when you suffer, you make me want you so much!"

Legolas was trembling but did not move otherwise. "Have me then, my Lord," he whispered, his voice rough from crying.

"Oh, I will, little one... but I want to feel your mouth tonight. I know you have not done this before, but you want to please me, do you not?" Gently but insistently Glorfindel pried Legolas' fingers from his robe and pushed him down.

"Yes, my Lord," Legolas said softly and obediently knelt before him. He did not even realize that his fingers were trembling as he parted Glorfindel's robe, the only thing he could think of was that he desperately wanted to please Glorfindel, wanted Glorfindel to smile at him, wanted him to be gentle and caress him and hold him and not be angry at him anymore...

When he had reverently unlaced the leggings Glorfindel wore beneath his robe and freed the magnificent erection of the elven lord, he paused for a moment to rub his cheek against Glorfindel's thigh. He closed his eyes, breathed in the scent of arousal, of desire, of Glorfindel, then pressed a tentative kiss to the base of the hard shaft. Glorfindel's soft, appreciative moan encouraged him to go on, and he began to trail a path of little kisses and licks up to the tip. Small droplets of a pearly white liquid were already moistening the skin there and he lapped them up eagerly. His tongue teased the small slit from which more and more drops escaped. "Yes, that's good..." Glorfindel breathlessly moaned, and Legoas felt pride well up in him at the pleasure in his voice. Determinedly he took the tip into his mouth and began to suckle on it, drawing more and more of the bitter, musky taste into his mouth. When Glorfindel's hands grabbed his hair and began to pull him closer he tried to comply and take the hot flesh deeper, but his mouth seemed too small for it, and so he continued to suck at the tip while his hands massaged the base.

Glorfindel groaned. Legolas was not very skillfull, but his mouth was hot and soft and Glorfindel had been ready to spill his seed since the first time his belt connected with Legolas' white skin. He could not hold out much longer... and then Legolas again began to tease the sensitive glans with his tongue and Glorfindel tightened his grip of the golden hair, moaning loud in pleasure as orgasm took hold of his body.

Legolas whimpered deep in his throat when he felt the cock in his mouth swell even more before it began to pulsate and pour hot, bitter semen onto his tongue. He tried to swallow it but Glorfindel spilled more and more of it into his mouth until Legoldas' finally started to cough and drew back, the pearly white liquid dripping from his lips onto the floor.

He whimpered in dismay. When Glorfindel's hands pushed him down he obeyed once more, lapping at the spilled white drops hungrily, cleaning the cold stones with quick swipes of his tongue until no trace was left.

"Very nice..." Glorfindel sighed, "trow row I'll show you how to do this better, but this was already very nice."

He knelt down next to Legolas who quickly came into his arms, trembling against his body with desire and gratefulness at being allowed the comfort of Glorfindel's embrace again.

With a smile Glorfindel touched Legolas' erection. "Did you like what I made you do?" he asked tenderly, causing Legolas to moan with lust. "Yes, my Lord," he admitted breathlessly, his eyes closed as he arched into the touch.

"And why did you enjoy it?"

"Because I pleased you, my Lord..."

"Yes, you did," Glorfindel smiled and then released Legolas' hardness.

"Ú-delithach," he ordered while he smoothed a moist tendril back behind Legolas' ear. "I will go back inside for the rest of the feast, and you will wait here for me until I come for you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my Lord," Legolas answered submissively, which earned him another tender touch against his cheek before Glorfindel left the darkness of the balcony once more for the light and the laughter inside the hall.

Legolas sighed and laid down on the stones. The ground was cold and he was naked but he did not care. If somebody woud come out and see him, he would have to accept it astherther punishment from Glorfindel. Punishment he had deserved, he thought hazily, swimming in a glow of warm numbness. Feelings of pain, of arousal, of pride at having brought Glorfindel pleasure and of longing for more tenderness wove a strange net around him, tempting him to simply accept and relax into the pull of the heavy, slow waves, and once he closed his eyes, they pulled him down to rest in the dark embrace of their warmth.

He never saw the lithe figure of the elf who had watched them for the last minutes and who now left his place in the shadows to return to the festivities inside.

tbc...

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pen-neth = young one
roch-neth = colt
cano! = scream!
cano an nin = scream for me!
ú-delithach = you will not come
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