Black Robes
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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Chapter 6
Authors Note:
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Lavinia - *Blinks* Awww thank you very much! Thats really cool of you to say! I will try and keep the updates swift but Im uesing a new beta on this one and in RL my Mom is really not doing well. But I will try!...:)
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Lioncourt - Yeah his father was bacicaly *Head/desk* "Get up there!"...heheh...:)
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Nikkiling - Yes, a pet Turkey Vulture named Bitsy...you feed it Bits of meat after all! Yes Findel is odd *Snort*...:)
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Kuragari - Ill try and speed up on the updates...Im glad your enjoying it so far!...:)
~DarkDreamer
Title: Black Robes
Part: 6/?
Author: DarkDreamer
Contact: DarkDreamer@wi.rr.com
Rating: R
Pairings: Glorfindel/Erestor, Others...
Beta: Athos
Disclaimer: I do not own any elves, I make no money off this
Warnings: AU, Slash, Mild Het, Bond, D/s, N/C, Slave, Voy, WIP
Summery: Ever wonder why Erestor always wore those black robes?
Authors Note:
Capital "Pets" = Elven slave, used for pleasure and/or companionship
Lower case "pets" = actual animals
Black Robes
Ch6
Jenda led Lanthir to the bed chamber, and then stopped him when he nervously headed for the frighteningly large bed.
She shook her head. “Nay Lanthir. Not his bed.”
The young Pet furrowed his brow, confused. “But that is where I was told I would be placed during my training.”
Jenda slowly led him over to a small nook to the right of the fire. “Trust me Lanthir, he will not be pleased to find you in his bed. This is where I am to place you.”
Lanthir looked into the little cove and noticed a nice sized stuffed matress, a few blankets, pillows and a covered chamber pot. “I…I have my own space? Ohh…Master Glorfindel is most gracious!”
Jenda nodded, and then attached a leather cuff to his ankle, the chain of which was attached to the wall above his little nook. “I need for you to try and reach Master’s bed.”
Lanthir slowly walked toward the bed, the chain finally pulling taunt causing the ring to swivel some. Reaching out, he shook his head. “I am still a good arms length from even being able to touch it. Is this good or bad?”
“Tis good. Now, see the large chair before the fire?”
“Aye”
“Go to the chair.”
The young Pet slowly made his way over, the chain long enough that he was almost able to round the chair. “Is this good Jenda?”
She smiled. “Aye, tis perfect,” she then tilted her head. “You are still limping some. Go to your space, and I will apply more salve.”
As she rubbed the bottom of his feet, Lanthir bit his lip, then nervously asked. “Why uh…”
“Aye, Lanthir?”
“Why do you not wear dresses and why are your nails so short and…”
Jenda held up her hand and giggled. “Oh well see now…Master prefers ellyn…” she glanced down to her ample breasts, then looked back up and smirked, “…of which I most certainly am not. The first day I arrived here, he had me wear his underlay. It reached my calves. He had clothing tailor made for me. By midday the next day, I had on leggings, an underlay and over tunic.”
Lanthir nodded. “Yet your beauty still shines through your dulled down attire.”
Jenda giggled and lightly smacked his leg. “Oh what a thing to say…that’s very sweet. Was your whole family this charming?” She then blinked and sighed. “Oh I am sorry, I should not have mentioned family. I am sure you miss them.”
Lanthir sighed and shook his head. “Aye. I do miss them, especially my little brother. Thank the Valar that he was to young when the Miasma came and took me. My…my Naneth cried when they rode off with me.”
Jenda gasped and looked around as she covered his mouth with her hand. “Do not call them that! Never call them that!”
Lanthir pulled away, his eyes hurt and angry. “But that’s what they are!”
“I agree of course! But you are here now, and calling them that is a punishable offence. I do not think you want to be publicly whipped, Lanthir! If you must speak of them, you will call them “The Gatherers” as they are named.”
Jenda then sighed, thinking of her own Nana…who she had not seen in 23 years. She then took a deep breath. “I need to tidy the room. Then I will go and get Master Glorfindel.”
~*~*~
Back down in the library….
Glorfindel rolled his eyes as his father grinned from ear to ear. “Not in the way I would expect ay? So how did you have fair Jenda?”
Glorfindels mind, again, fell back to that evening…..
****
Jenda took a deep breath and averted her gaze as her new master stared down at her.
Glorfindel tilted his head, his voice calm. “Get on your hands and knees Pet.”
Jenda quickly did as told, her eyes widening when Glorfindel stood, let his leggings fall to the floor …
“M…Master?”
“Quiet.”
She trembled slightly when Glorfindel knelt down behind her, and then gasped when she felt his hand caress her firm cheek…
“Master?”
“Quiet, Jenda”
“Bu…but Master I have not taken the preventative draft!”
Glorfindel shook his head as he dipped his fingers into a jar of oil “Calm yourself, Pet. There will never be a need for you to take the draft. Now quiet down.” He then slowly inserted an oiled finger into her backside.
Jenda startled, then dropped her jaw when he added another finger.
“Relax your body for me Jenda, or this will hurt more then necessary.”
Jenda bit her lower lip and took several shaky breaths…
“Aye…that’s it now…relax for me.”
She shuddered when the fingers withdrew, then stilled when something much larger pressed against her hidden entrance “Master?”
Glorfindel gave her a warning spank to her right cheek, his voice eerily devoid of feeling. “I said quiet, Jenda. Do not think that I will hesitate to put you over my knee and redden your backside. And once done, we will be as we are right now.”
Jenda squirmed. “Forgive me Master but…but you are at the wrong spot! That is not the correct uh…spot! The spot you want is…is not That spot!”
Glorfindel griped her hips and slowly eased in and then stilled, waiting for her to adjust. “Jenda, trust me. I know which “spot” I am playing with, and it Is the desired spot. I have absolutely no interest in your birthing “spot”. I do not want to feel it, see it, or even think about it. You are not a elleth. You are…you are my…my Jenda and that is that.”
Jenda blinked in shock, partly from his comment, and partly because her master had begun to slowly thrust into her. She tried to remain calm, this was not how she was trained. The male Pets would have been taught this kind of touch.
Glorfindel closed his eyes and thrust with a steady rhythm, his hand absently caressing his new Pets lower back.
He did not make a sound.
****
Delereth watched as a tiny smile creped onto his son’s lips. “Well Ion? Are you going to share the details with me?”
Glorfindel slowly looked over at his father. “Nay.”
TBC…………………….
Translations:
Ada/Adar ---------------------------- Dad/Father
Nana/Naneth ------------------------ Mom/Mother
Ellon/Ellyn -------------------------- Male Elf/Male Elves
Elleth/Ellith ------------------------- Female Elf/Female Elves
((Miasma: An influence or atmosphere that tends to deplete or corrupt
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Lavinia - *Blinks* Awww thank you very much! Thats really cool of you to say! I will try and keep the updates swift but Im uesing a new beta on this one and in RL my Mom is really not doing well. But I will try!...:)
-----
Lioncourt - Yeah his father was bacicaly *Head/desk* "Get up there!"...heheh...:)
-----
Nikkiling - Yes, a pet Turkey Vulture named Bitsy...you feed it Bits of meat after all! Yes Findel is odd *Snort*...:)
-----
Kuragari - Ill try and speed up on the updates...Im glad your enjoying it so far!...:)
~DarkDreamer
Title: Black Robes
Part: 6/?
Author: DarkDreamer
Contact: DarkDreamer@wi.rr.com
Rating: R
Pairings: Glorfindel/Erestor, Others...
Beta: Athos
Disclaimer: I do not own any elves, I make no money off this
Warnings: AU, Slash, Mild Het, Bond, D/s, N/C, Slave, Voy, WIP
Summery: Ever wonder why Erestor always wore those black robes?
Authors Note:
Capital "Pets" = Elven slave, used for pleasure and/or companionship
Lower case "pets" = actual animals
Black Robes
Ch6
Jenda led Lanthir to the bed chamber, and then stopped him when he nervously headed for the frighteningly large bed.
She shook her head. “Nay Lanthir. Not his bed.”
The young Pet furrowed his brow, confused. “But that is where I was told I would be placed during my training.”
Jenda slowly led him over to a small nook to the right of the fire. “Trust me Lanthir, he will not be pleased to find you in his bed. This is where I am to place you.”
Lanthir looked into the little cove and noticed a nice sized stuffed matress, a few blankets, pillows and a covered chamber pot. “I…I have my own space? Ohh…Master Glorfindel is most gracious!”
Jenda nodded, and then attached a leather cuff to his ankle, the chain of which was attached to the wall above his little nook. “I need for you to try and reach Master’s bed.”
Lanthir slowly walked toward the bed, the chain finally pulling taunt causing the ring to swivel some. Reaching out, he shook his head. “I am still a good arms length from even being able to touch it. Is this good or bad?”
“Tis good. Now, see the large chair before the fire?”
“Aye”
“Go to the chair.”
The young Pet slowly made his way over, the chain long enough that he was almost able to round the chair. “Is this good Jenda?”
She smiled. “Aye, tis perfect,” she then tilted her head. “You are still limping some. Go to your space, and I will apply more salve.”
As she rubbed the bottom of his feet, Lanthir bit his lip, then nervously asked. “Why uh…”
“Aye, Lanthir?”
“Why do you not wear dresses and why are your nails so short and…”
Jenda held up her hand and giggled. “Oh well see now…Master prefers ellyn…” she glanced down to her ample breasts, then looked back up and smirked, “…of which I most certainly am not. The first day I arrived here, he had me wear his underlay. It reached my calves. He had clothing tailor made for me. By midday the next day, I had on leggings, an underlay and over tunic.”
Lanthir nodded. “Yet your beauty still shines through your dulled down attire.”
Jenda giggled and lightly smacked his leg. “Oh what a thing to say…that’s very sweet. Was your whole family this charming?” She then blinked and sighed. “Oh I am sorry, I should not have mentioned family. I am sure you miss them.”
Lanthir sighed and shook his head. “Aye. I do miss them, especially my little brother. Thank the Valar that he was to young when the Miasma came and took me. My…my Naneth cried when they rode off with me.”
Jenda gasped and looked around as she covered his mouth with her hand. “Do not call them that! Never call them that!”
Lanthir pulled away, his eyes hurt and angry. “But that’s what they are!”
“I agree of course! But you are here now, and calling them that is a punishable offence. I do not think you want to be publicly whipped, Lanthir! If you must speak of them, you will call them “The Gatherers” as they are named.”
Jenda then sighed, thinking of her own Nana…who she had not seen in 23 years. She then took a deep breath. “I need to tidy the room. Then I will go and get Master Glorfindel.”
~*~*~
Back down in the library….
Glorfindel rolled his eyes as his father grinned from ear to ear. “Not in the way I would expect ay? So how did you have fair Jenda?”
Glorfindels mind, again, fell back to that evening…..
****
Jenda took a deep breath and averted her gaze as her new master stared down at her.
Glorfindel tilted his head, his voice calm. “Get on your hands and knees Pet.”
Jenda quickly did as told, her eyes widening when Glorfindel stood, let his leggings fall to the floor …
“M…Master?”
“Quiet.”
She trembled slightly when Glorfindel knelt down behind her, and then gasped when she felt his hand caress her firm cheek…
“Master?”
“Quiet, Jenda”
“Bu…but Master I have not taken the preventative draft!”
Glorfindel shook his head as he dipped his fingers into a jar of oil “Calm yourself, Pet. There will never be a need for you to take the draft. Now quiet down.” He then slowly inserted an oiled finger into her backside.
Jenda startled, then dropped her jaw when he added another finger.
“Relax your body for me Jenda, or this will hurt more then necessary.”
Jenda bit her lower lip and took several shaky breaths…
“Aye…that’s it now…relax for me.”
She shuddered when the fingers withdrew, then stilled when something much larger pressed against her hidden entrance “Master?”
Glorfindel gave her a warning spank to her right cheek, his voice eerily devoid of feeling. “I said quiet, Jenda. Do not think that I will hesitate to put you over my knee and redden your backside. And once done, we will be as we are right now.”
Jenda squirmed. “Forgive me Master but…but you are at the wrong spot! That is not the correct uh…spot! The spot you want is…is not That spot!”
Glorfindel griped her hips and slowly eased in and then stilled, waiting for her to adjust. “Jenda, trust me. I know which “spot” I am playing with, and it Is the desired spot. I have absolutely no interest in your birthing “spot”. I do not want to feel it, see it, or even think about it. You are not a elleth. You are…you are my…my Jenda and that is that.”
Jenda blinked in shock, partly from his comment, and partly because her master had begun to slowly thrust into her. She tried to remain calm, this was not how she was trained. The male Pets would have been taught this kind of touch.
Glorfindel closed his eyes and thrust with a steady rhythm, his hand absently caressing his new Pets lower back.
He did not make a sound.
****
Delereth watched as a tiny smile creped onto his son’s lips. “Well Ion? Are you going to share the details with me?”
Glorfindel slowly looked over at his father. “Nay.”
TBC…………………….
Translations:
Ada/Adar ---------------------------- Dad/Father
Nana/Naneth ------------------------ Mom/Mother
Ellon/Ellyn -------------------------- Male Elf/Male Elves
Elleth/Ellith ------------------------- Female Elf/Female Elves
((Miasma: An influence or atmosphere that tends to deplete or corrupt