Royal Flush

Legolas tried to struggle, but his movement only managed to earn him
a firmer grip upon mouth and the press of knee to his groin.
Deciding that his resistance was getting him nowhere, the young
Prince ceased his fighting and relaxed against the cool wall, his
eyes beginning to adjust to the shadowed gloom.

The silken touch of luminous golden hair brushed lightly against his
cheek as warm breaths drifted along his jaw to hover just above his
ear. The familiar scent of jasmine filled Legolas' senses as a
powerful, naked, and very much aroused ,body pinned him firmly
against the wall.

" Ada," whispered the Prince, his body shuddering at the close press
of the King's heated desire.

Despite his initial shock at his father's intimate embrace he found
his hand slipping to the small of Thranduil's back to caress the soft
flesh of his sire. Many times he had watched as Beran languished
under the King's touch, and he had on occasion fantasized that the
powerful ruler would make him tremble with need as well, but that was
all it had been ….a fantasy. He did not desire his father…. he could
not…

" Legolas…. why are you here?" Thranduil's soft purr humagaiagainst
the sensitive tip of the youngling's ear, making him shiver and
whimper softly in the fragrant cascade of golden hair that gleamed in
the darkness so much like his own.

" I…. I…I want…" A moan rumbled from the Prince's chest as
Thranduil's beautiful mouth drew a tender ear lobe between his teeth
and nipped the pink flesh.

"What do you want, onyay soy son) The King's light touch skimmed the
Prince's side, lingering upon a leanly muscled thigh. He had not
given much thought to possessing Legolas, but the Princeling's
responding body and breathless moans were stirring something in him
that he had not previously allowed conscious admission.

Legolas' blood pounded in his ears, his father's touch igniting a
flame that he wished not to see spark so bright and hot. This would
surely burn him.

" I want to watch," he managed, his rasping reply all but lost
against the press of Thranduil's hard body to his. He could not lose
control, he needed to keep his mind focused. But as the Kings fingers
traced his slender hips ,the Prince's body betrayed his better
judgment and he rolled into the cupping hand, surprising them both
with his wantonness.

Within a moment Thranduil had covered the Prince's mouth with his own
stifling the plaintive moans thatld sld surely give them away. The
first touch of his son's soft lips against his almost brought him to
his knees and for a moment he envied anyone who would possess the
sweet flesh that trembled so divinely beneath him.

Legolas stiffened at his father's abrupt kiss, his mind battling with
his body for control, but as the embrace lengthened and a seeking
tongue pressed open his pursed lips, he softened into the heated
advance responding with a passion that both shocked and disgusted him
at the same time.

His hands slipped to cup Thranduil's backside, pulling the King
closer to rub against his tenting breeches, his body ignoring his
mind's pleas to stop and reconsider his actions. His father's mouth
was as exquisite as it looked, soft and pliant yet demanding and
powerful and he found himself moaning and sighing loudly with the
overwhelming need to surrender himself.


Beran arched into Glorfindel's touch, his arousal purpled with denied
release. So caught up was he within the seneschals' lovemaking that
he didn't harken immediately to the hushed moans that floated into
the room from beyond the tapestries.

Glorfindel's slick hand slipped deftly to the base of the secretary's
erection and stroked slowly before squeezing the weeping flesh firmly
between his fingers.

" Ayia….mahtar ( warrior)," hissed Beran his backside leaving the
floor to thrust against the Elven Lords fist, " You would leave me
thus again?"

" I quite like you like this, " chuckled Glorfindel, thumbing a
pearlescent drop that leaked onto his fingertip and slipping it
between the secretaries parted lips.

Beran eagerly suckled the seneschal's sticky digit, savoring the
sweet taste of his own desire that clung to the tip.

` MMmmmmmm, Heru…" he moaned between suckles," Let me taste you…."

" Ohhhhh all in good time…. lirimaer, " replied the golden Lord his
ear cocked towards the far tapestried wall, a knowing smirk flashing
across his swollen cherry lips.

Beran arched his brow and pulled Glorfindel hard against him, rubbing
their arousals together with slippery need.

" They watch… " he inquired, his fingers finding the cleft of the
seneschal's back side and slipping two inside without preamble.

" Ohhhhh…., " moaned Glorfindel, pushing back against the secretaries
hand. " I believe they do more than watch…."

A shudder rippled through Beran's body, and he drew in a gasping
breath as his release overtook him without warning. Warm seed spilled
onto his taught belly, the mere thought of Thranduil and Legolas
together flushing him intensely.
Glorfindel slid his aching arousal through the milky pool upon the
darkling's abdomen, coating it with the other's release and lifting
Beran's legs over his shoulders he leaned down and murmured against
the secretary's mouth.

" Shall we give them something to watch, " he breathed as he buried
himself in the darkling's tight heat.

Beran could only moan and squirm in reply.


Thranduil was quite lost, his fingers firmly entangled within
Legolas' flaxen hair, his jutting arousal rock hard and throbbing. If
he had not pulled away to fill his burning lungs with air, he would
have missed Glorfindel's lusty growl of release.

" By the Valar no…! " The King stalked over to the heavy draperies
and peered into the room, the sight of a spent Glorfindel collapsed
atop a panting Beran causing him to slump down into a nearby chair
with a disappointed sigh.

Legolas brought his fingers to his lips and ran a pad over the
tingling surface. His father's kiss had left him bruised, swollen and
entirely unsatisfied, and perhaps now he had even missed what he had
come here to see. Pushing himself away from the wall he padded
towards the break in the draperies hoping to catch at least a glimpse
of the two lovers. Glorfindel's sexual appetite was not usually sated
this easily and Legolas had a hard time convincing himself that the
Golden Lord was indeed spent for the evening.


True to his reputation Glorfindel had rolled Beran over and stroked
him to writhing need within a few minutes, leaving Legolas to chuckle
softly against the wall, his own desire puckering the laces of his
breeches as he watched.

The Elven Lord raised himself to his hands and knees and presented
his backside to the flushed secretary rocking gently as he stroked
himself.

" Beran, morier, take me…" howleowled, as he raised his eyes towards
the tapestry.

" Take me hard!"

Legolas shuddered, as Glorfindel's gaze seemed to lock upon his in
the shadows, and gasped at the rush of excitement that percolated
through his body.

Thranduil removed his hand from his eyes at his son's sigh and
watched as the Prince fumbled with the laces of his breeches, his
gaze intent upon the golden Lord's room.

" What do you see, Legolas? " Thranduil's question was edged with
anticipation, and he found himself rising before the Prince could
even reply.

Edging in front of his son, Thranduil was just in time to see Beran
impale the Imladris emmisary with one fluid thrust, his mouth open in
sensual pleasure.

" Ohhhhhh, Beran," Glorfindel moaned, his eyes never leaving the
tapestry, " Harder take me harder…."

The dark secretary wrapped his arm around Glorfindel's waist and
pushed deep, his thighs slapping against the seneschal's backside
with every rocking thrust of his body.

`Ayia…Saes…"


Legolas's arms suddenly snaked around Thranduil's waist and pulled
him hard against him, his freed arousal trapped tightly against the
King's back.

" Watch him…" rasped the Prince into his father's ear as Thranduil
shuddered in his embrace, his eyes never leaving the impaled Lord.

Glorfindel arched his back and Beran wrapped his fingers around the
Lord's golden mane and pulled back hard as a trio of gasps echoed
throughout the room.

" Do you like that slayer?" Growled the darkling as he slammed the
seneschal hard enough to almost knock him over.

Glorfindel's breathing increased and his fingers bunched the throw
rug on the floor into his fists.

" Answer me… demanded Beran, his own body shaking with the effort of
his movements.

" Ayyyeeeee!!!!!!" shouted Glorfindel as the first pricks of his
impending release crawled up his tiring thighs.


Legolas\llusllused fingers brushed over Thranduil's chest teasing the
King's sensitive flesh to pebble and peak against the roughened touch
and his back to arch in response. Keeping his eyes locked onto the
rocking seneschal, the Prince of Mirkwood ground his hips against the
smooth of his father's back, timing his release for the exact moment
of Glorfindel's surrender.

Thranduil's palm slipped between his legs as he watched Beran's dark
eyes glaze over with passion. He never really took the time before to
see how beautiful and erotic his secretary was, usually taking him
quickly and without care, but now he saw the raw carnality that
smoldered in that dark gaze and he could not tear his eyes away. In
fact, he swore that the darkling looked directly at him as he plunged
deep within Glorfindel.

White hot sparks of heat coiled from the seneschal's belly as his
entire body shuddered at his powerful release, his pulsing erection
jetting against his rippling belly as he forced himself to face the
tapestry, his eyes wide with ecstasy. With a groan of completion he
felt the secretary stiffen and gasp as streams of warmth flooded his
exhausted body and relaxing his legs he rolled them both to the solid
support of the floor to bask in the pleasure they had both given and
received.

Legolas could hold off no longer and as the flush of climax pinked
the seneschals undulating body he buried his face within the soft
waves of Thranduil's' luxuriant hair and gave his body over to the
release it craved, the warmth of his desire spilling upon the creamy
softness of the King's back.

Thranduil breathed deep as his desire washed over him in sweet
pulsing wave of warmth. He had come to watch Glorfindel and found
himself mesmerized by the one who freely gave his body and soul to
him without reservation. The legendary Lord paled in comparison to
the lithe darkling that he was seeing for the first time tonight in a
new light, one that touched him in a place he once thought dead and
abandoned. Beran's named name fell from his lips as Legolas held him
in his release.

" Ada…, "murmured Legolas, as he placed a gentle kiss on his fathers
neck before pulling way. " Are you alright?"

" Aye," replied the King with a soft smile, as he retrieved his robe
from the chair and wrapped it about him.

Boldly Thranduil stepped through the tapestry and crossed to where
Beran lay curled on the floor with Glorfindel. Kneeling, the King
kissed the seneschals palm and pulled the wide -eyed secretary into
his embrace pressing a gentle but passionate kiss upon his lips.

" Come meleth," he murmured, nuzzling the darkling's ear, " We have
much to talk about."

Glorfindel nodded to the secretary and lay flat on his back upon the
floor, as they departed quietly.

Legolas did not know what to make of the situation. He had quite
expected Thranduil to scoop Glorfindel up and cart him off to his
chambers and now he was at a loss of what to do.

" Are you going to lurk there all evening, " came a slightly annoyed
voice from the guest chambers." Or do I have to come and fetch you?"

Legolas smirked and padded into the room only to have his ankle
grabbed as he passed by the prone Lord on the floor pulling him into
a giggling heap on the rug.

" Now meleth-nin…" Glorfindel growled as he pinned the somewhat
feebly struggling archer to the ground.

" You do not want a guest going home unsatisfied do you?"

" Indeed not, " grinned the Prince as he wrapped his long legs around
the seneschal's waist.

" Indeed not…"

Fin