The Pact
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,362
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Courting Commences
A/N: This will be the last chapter for a while, it's taking my fun out of writing it anymore, so perhaps, in a while, I'll be interested in writing more of this story
Chapter six: The courting commences
Legolas blushed as Haldir told him he was beautiful, the attraction he felt for the elder warden confused him, scared him slightly. He felt so compelled to act o it, but wasn’t sure if he should, after all Haldir had said to wait…
He smiled then, “I shall ask my father if he thinks it alright if I spend my evenings with you, though I don’t think it will be a problem, not just yet”
Haldir smiled and kissed the prince again, his tongue tracing the younger’s lips, seeking entrance. Receiving it, he delved in his tongue, tasting the Mirkwood elf, enveloping him in his arms before breaking the kiss with a smile, “I hope so my prince, I would be saddened otherwise. Now, I shall leave you my prince, the hour grows late and I know not what your father has in store for me in the morrow”
Legolas nodded and smiled, pressing a swift quick kiss to the warden’s lips, “I shall ask him as soon as the opportunity to do so arises, rest well, Haldir”
The Lothlorien elf smiled, then nodded, “May the Valar watch over you as you sleep my prince”
A low bow before the elder elf walked to the door, smiling before exiting.
Legolas watched as he left, a blush moving unto his cheeks as he sat down on his bed, groaning uncomfortably as he looked down at the hard cock in his pants, he whimpered soft, “What’s one more time alone?”
Meanwhile, in the king’s quarters…
“Yes, please my king, I’m sure. Saes*, I want this”
Thranduil smiled, softly kissing the younger’s neck, “So beautiful” He proceeded, his hand searching the nightstand for the oil he’d need while smothering the elf below him with kisses.
Finding and grasping the vial the king smiled, sitting up lightly, “Often it is said that this won’t hurt…I will not tell you such, because it will hurt, only the hurt will soon be overrun by pleasure. The more you relax, the better it will be”
Rumil nodded in understanding, then watched as Thranduil poured some oil over his fingers. He gasped and blushed as he felt a finger teasing his entrance, unconsciously tensing. Thranduil smiled, moving his other hand to play with the Lothlorien elf’s hair, soothingly.
Slowly, Rumil found himself relaxing again, this time gasping with mild pleasure as Thranduil teased his hole with his fingers, scissoring, teasing, preparing before withdrawing, “I will take you now, after I do, there’s no way to regain the gift of your virginity, I’ll ask you a last time, are you certain this is what you want?”
Again, Rumil nodded his certainty, his eyes darkened with desire, his cheeks flushed with want, “Please…”
Thranduil couldn’t help but smile as he coated his shaft with oil, wanting to make it as pleasing for Rumil as he possibly could, “Very well, I’m honoured to be your first”
Rumil gasped, tears springing to his eyes as Thranduil slowly pressed his length in, the king hesitated, but moved on, kissing the tears away, “It will get better soon, I promise” Pressing fully into the inexperienced elf, Thranduil waited, allowing Rumil the time now to get accustomed to his length, when he saw the look of pain ebbing away from the younger’s face, he smiled, lightly kissing his lips, “You shouldn’t feel the pain anymore, but if you do, tell me…and I will cease.”
Rumil nodded and smiled gratefully, finding that as the king started moving again, the pain he’d initially felt was barely existent, and indeed, it felt pleasant, the pain steadily replaced by pleasure.
As the warden gasped loudly, arching off the bed, Thranduil paused, stopping his movements afraid that it was still hurting the younger elf, but when he looked at his face he saw only pleasure, and no pain, he smiled, kissing Rumil again as he drove himself into the lithe form with a steady pace, controlled, so that he would not be lost in his own pleasure and become too rough.
Soon, cries of mutual pleasure filled the room and Thranduil found it hard to contain himself, using every ounce of his willpower to remain gentle and in control of his desires, moaning softly, he looked down at Rumil, “Stay with me”
Rumil looked up, releasing a loud cry as he found his release, succumbing to the throws of passion, arching into the king, who released a low growl as he found release, pushed over the edge by Rumil’s passionate cry, as well as the muscles clenching around his length, collapsing half on top of the younger elf, stroking his face lovingly.
Rumil panted heavily, cuddling up into the king’s muscular arms.
Thranduil smiled, holding him close, running his fingers through Rumil’s hair, “Will you?”
Rumil raised an eyebrow, then recalled Thranduil’s words a moment before climax, blushing, “You meant it?”
A nod came from the Mirkwood king, “You’ve returned a happiness, a peace, to me that I haven’t felt since my wife, Legolas’ mother, passed away… I’d like to love you, but you’ll have to let me”
Rumil looked into the king’s eyes, surprised, confused, unsure to believe the words that were spoken, Thranduil looked at him, into his eyes, “Will you, Rumil?”
TBC…
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*saes = please
Chapter six: The courting commences
Legolas blushed as Haldir told him he was beautiful, the attraction he felt for the elder warden confused him, scared him slightly. He felt so compelled to act o it, but wasn’t sure if he should, after all Haldir had said to wait…
He smiled then, “I shall ask my father if he thinks it alright if I spend my evenings with you, though I don’t think it will be a problem, not just yet”
Haldir smiled and kissed the prince again, his tongue tracing the younger’s lips, seeking entrance. Receiving it, he delved in his tongue, tasting the Mirkwood elf, enveloping him in his arms before breaking the kiss with a smile, “I hope so my prince, I would be saddened otherwise. Now, I shall leave you my prince, the hour grows late and I know not what your father has in store for me in the morrow”
Legolas nodded and smiled, pressing a swift quick kiss to the warden’s lips, “I shall ask him as soon as the opportunity to do so arises, rest well, Haldir”
The Lothlorien elf smiled, then nodded, “May the Valar watch over you as you sleep my prince”
A low bow before the elder elf walked to the door, smiling before exiting.
Legolas watched as he left, a blush moving unto his cheeks as he sat down on his bed, groaning uncomfortably as he looked down at the hard cock in his pants, he whimpered soft, “What’s one more time alone?”
Meanwhile, in the king’s quarters…
“Yes, please my king, I’m sure. Saes*, I want this”
Thranduil smiled, softly kissing the younger’s neck, “So beautiful” He proceeded, his hand searching the nightstand for the oil he’d need while smothering the elf below him with kisses.
Finding and grasping the vial the king smiled, sitting up lightly, “Often it is said that this won’t hurt…I will not tell you such, because it will hurt, only the hurt will soon be overrun by pleasure. The more you relax, the better it will be”
Rumil nodded in understanding, then watched as Thranduil poured some oil over his fingers. He gasped and blushed as he felt a finger teasing his entrance, unconsciously tensing. Thranduil smiled, moving his other hand to play with the Lothlorien elf’s hair, soothingly.
Slowly, Rumil found himself relaxing again, this time gasping with mild pleasure as Thranduil teased his hole with his fingers, scissoring, teasing, preparing before withdrawing, “I will take you now, after I do, there’s no way to regain the gift of your virginity, I’ll ask you a last time, are you certain this is what you want?”
Again, Rumil nodded his certainty, his eyes darkened with desire, his cheeks flushed with want, “Please…”
Thranduil couldn’t help but smile as he coated his shaft with oil, wanting to make it as pleasing for Rumil as he possibly could, “Very well, I’m honoured to be your first”
Rumil gasped, tears springing to his eyes as Thranduil slowly pressed his length in, the king hesitated, but moved on, kissing the tears away, “It will get better soon, I promise” Pressing fully into the inexperienced elf, Thranduil waited, allowing Rumil the time now to get accustomed to his length, when he saw the look of pain ebbing away from the younger’s face, he smiled, lightly kissing his lips, “You shouldn’t feel the pain anymore, but if you do, tell me…and I will cease.”
Rumil nodded and smiled gratefully, finding that as the king started moving again, the pain he’d initially felt was barely existent, and indeed, it felt pleasant, the pain steadily replaced by pleasure.
As the warden gasped loudly, arching off the bed, Thranduil paused, stopping his movements afraid that it was still hurting the younger elf, but when he looked at his face he saw only pleasure, and no pain, he smiled, kissing Rumil again as he drove himself into the lithe form with a steady pace, controlled, so that he would not be lost in his own pleasure and become too rough.
Soon, cries of mutual pleasure filled the room and Thranduil found it hard to contain himself, using every ounce of his willpower to remain gentle and in control of his desires, moaning softly, he looked down at Rumil, “Stay with me”
Rumil looked up, releasing a loud cry as he found his release, succumbing to the throws of passion, arching into the king, who released a low growl as he found release, pushed over the edge by Rumil’s passionate cry, as well as the muscles clenching around his length, collapsing half on top of the younger elf, stroking his face lovingly.
Rumil panted heavily, cuddling up into the king’s muscular arms.
Thranduil smiled, holding him close, running his fingers through Rumil’s hair, “Will you?”
Rumil raised an eyebrow, then recalled Thranduil’s words a moment before climax, blushing, “You meant it?”
A nod came from the Mirkwood king, “You’ve returned a happiness, a peace, to me that I haven’t felt since my wife, Legolas’ mother, passed away… I’d like to love you, but you’ll have to let me”
Rumil looked into the king’s eyes, surprised, confused, unsure to believe the words that were spoken, Thranduil looked at him, into his eyes, “Will you, Rumil?”
TBC…
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*saes = please