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Adult ++
Chapters:
27
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254
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Part 14
Title: Anestel
Part: 14/?
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Rating: R
Warnings: mpreg, bdsm
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing with them and will give them back afterwards.
Once again, thanks for all those wonderful comments! They really give me the incentive to spend my free time writing! :)
This is finally now the chapter in which Legolas' identity gets revealed. *g*
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Legolas moaned and slowly moved against the cool sheets. He was having a particularly good dream... hands were on him, tenderly caressing his skin, soft lips were kissing his neck, then one hand began to rub his swollen belly while a wet finger slowly slid into his unresisting passage...
He moaned again, louder this time, moaned Glorfindel's name and did not care because this was a dream and nothing to be ashamed of... until he heard a familiar voice chuckle close to his ear.
"Good morning, little one," Glorfindel purred and was answered by a soft gasp when he twisted his finger inside Legolas.
"I thought about taking you while you were asleep... You would like that, wouldn't you? The first thing you'd feel when you wake to be my hardness thrusting deep inside you, claiming you? But I had pity with your poor, red bottom..."
Legolas whimpered when one of Glorfindel's hands cupped a burning cheek. It still hurt, the red welts seemed to spring to life once again, painting red lines of fire over his bottom.
"Take me anyway, my Lord, I do not care," he gasped and pushed his hips back, trying to draw the slowly moving finger deeper into himself.
"Oh, I'd already be deep inside you, roch-neth nin, if it were not for the fact that Lord Elrond wants us to take our breakfast together with his guests... you would not be able to sit still. Although, I guess it would be amusing to see you squirm on your seat, everybody who saw you would know why you were flushed and breathless." He thrust his finger deep into Legolas' willing body once again and was rewarded with a loud, pleading moan, then a soft whimper when he pulled back and left Legolas trembling and hungry.
"Be good during dinner and I might reward you afterwards!"
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Legolas kept his head bowed and his eyes on the ground when they entered the hall. At the great table Elrond's family and friends and most of the guest were already seated, only two chairs close to Elrond were empty.
Legolas tried not to gasp when he sat down. Before they had left Glorfindel's chamber, the Noldo had rubbed a cooling lotion into his skin which numbed the burning pain down to a hot, throbbing sensation, but it was still very uncomfortable.
"Oh, he can sit down already? You must finally have lost your strength, after so many millenia," one of the Lórien elves on the other side of the table joked. Legolas blushed. He could feel the curious eyes on him, could feel their amusement at his punishment, their satisfaction at his pain. They knew, of course they knew, they had seen Glorfindel take him him outside, had heard his pained cries afterwards. They knew that Legolas was nothing more than a little slave here, a plaything for Glorfindel which was amusing and could at the same time give him children.
He tried to keep still on his seat. He could eat nothing of the offered food, only took some sips from his tea to fight of the nausea and hoped that this torment would soon be over.
"Will you not eat something, pen-neth?" Glorfindel frowned.
"Please, my Lord, I do not think I could keep it down," Legolas whispered and dared to raise his eyes to give Glorfindel a pleading look.
Glorfindel's frown deepened and for a moment, Legolas was afraid that he would think of his answer as another disobedience. Then he took a small, wild strawberry from his plate and raised it to Legolas' mouth.
"Come, just some of these strawberries to humor me, I know you must be hungry."
Legolas sighed, but he was too tired to protest. It would be easier to just take the food and hope his stomach wouldn't embarass him...
"No more, please," he begged softly after he had eaten the fifth strawberry from his Lord's fingers, and Glorfindel nodded, apparently satisfied with him.
Legolas drank some more of his tea, once again trying to be as small and attracting as little attention as possible. It did not seem to be successful, though, since he felt the gaze of one particular Lórien elf on him, studying him with curiosity and and a strange, malicious satisfaction. His eyes made Legolas' shiver when he dared to look up. There was hate in them, hate and twisted pleasure at the humiliation he had to endure.
Quickly Legolas lowered his gaze again and inched a little closer to Glorfindel, but apparently the Lórien elf had enough of just tormenting him with his eyes.
"My congratulations, Glorfindel," he smiled coldly. "I see that once more you have ensured your presence in songs and historybooks."
"Because our little Sindar here will finally give me an heir? Yes, indeed, this was a most fortunate incident," Glorfindel answered while he ran a possessive hand over Legolas' swollen belly. "Why, do I hear jealousy in your voice, Haldir of Lórien?"
"Oh no, 'tis simple admiration, my Lord. Tell me, what does it feel like to have the youngest prince of Mirkwood on his knees before you, to hear him beg to be allowed to pleasure you with his mouth?"
"What?" Glorfindel stared at him in speechless shock.
"I would like to see his father's face," Haldir continued, unaware of what his revelation did to Glorfindel. "To see his youngest like this, wearing your knots while there are still red welts on his bottom from your belt, his belly heavy with your child... how long did it take you to break him to your touch? I must admit that you are a master, Glorfindel, nobody would guess that this docile little slave is in fact the youngest prince of Mirkwood."
Glorfindel turned around, staring at Legolas who was shaking with fear.
"Is that true?" he asked, carefully keeping his voice emotionless. "Has Haldir told the truth, are you indeed the youngest son of Thranduil?"
tbc...
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roch-neth nin = my colt
pen-neth = young one
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Part: 14/?
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Rating: R
Warnings: mpreg, bdsm
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing with them and will give them back afterwards.
Once again, thanks for all those wonderful comments! They really give me the incentive to spend my free time writing! :)
This is finally now the chapter in which Legolas' identity gets revealed. *g*
~~~~~~~~~
Legolas moaned and slowly moved against the cool sheets. He was having a particularly good dream... hands were on him, tenderly caressing his skin, soft lips were kissing his neck, then one hand began to rub his swollen belly while a wet finger slowly slid into his unresisting passage...
He moaned again, louder this time, moaned Glorfindel's name and did not care because this was a dream and nothing to be ashamed of... until he heard a familiar voice chuckle close to his ear.
"Good morning, little one," Glorfindel purred and was answered by a soft gasp when he twisted his finger inside Legolas.
"I thought about taking you while you were asleep... You would like that, wouldn't you? The first thing you'd feel when you wake to be my hardness thrusting deep inside you, claiming you? But I had pity with your poor, red bottom..."
Legolas whimpered when one of Glorfindel's hands cupped a burning cheek. It still hurt, the red welts seemed to spring to life once again, painting red lines of fire over his bottom.
"Take me anyway, my Lord, I do not care," he gasped and pushed his hips back, trying to draw the slowly moving finger deeper into himself.
"Oh, I'd already be deep inside you, roch-neth nin, if it were not for the fact that Lord Elrond wants us to take our breakfast together with his guests... you would not be able to sit still. Although, I guess it would be amusing to see you squirm on your seat, everybody who saw you would know why you were flushed and breathless." He thrust his finger deep into Legolas' willing body once again and was rewarded with a loud, pleading moan, then a soft whimper when he pulled back and left Legolas trembling and hungry.
"Be good during dinner and I might reward you afterwards!"
~~~~~~~~~
Legolas kept his head bowed and his eyes on the ground when they entered the hall. At the great table Elrond's family and friends and most of the guest were already seated, only two chairs close to Elrond were empty.
Legolas tried not to gasp when he sat down. Before they had left Glorfindel's chamber, the Noldo had rubbed a cooling lotion into his skin which numbed the burning pain down to a hot, throbbing sensation, but it was still very uncomfortable.
"Oh, he can sit down already? You must finally have lost your strength, after so many millenia," one of the Lórien elves on the other side of the table joked. Legolas blushed. He could feel the curious eyes on him, could feel their amusement at his punishment, their satisfaction at his pain. They knew, of course they knew, they had seen Glorfindel take him him outside, had heard his pained cries afterwards. They knew that Legolas was nothing more than a little slave here, a plaything for Glorfindel which was amusing and could at the same time give him children.
He tried to keep still on his seat. He could eat nothing of the offered food, only took some sips from his tea to fight of the nausea and hoped that this torment would soon be over.
"Will you not eat something, pen-neth?" Glorfindel frowned.
"Please, my Lord, I do not think I could keep it down," Legolas whispered and dared to raise his eyes to give Glorfindel a pleading look.
Glorfindel's frown deepened and for a moment, Legolas was afraid that he would think of his answer as another disobedience. Then he took a small, wild strawberry from his plate and raised it to Legolas' mouth.
"Come, just some of these strawberries to humor me, I know you must be hungry."
Legolas sighed, but he was too tired to protest. It would be easier to just take the food and hope his stomach wouldn't embarass him...
"No more, please," he begged softly after he had eaten the fifth strawberry from his Lord's fingers, and Glorfindel nodded, apparently satisfied with him.
Legolas drank some more of his tea, once again trying to be as small and attracting as little attention as possible. It did not seem to be successful, though, since he felt the gaze of one particular Lórien elf on him, studying him with curiosity and and a strange, malicious satisfaction. His eyes made Legolas' shiver when he dared to look up. There was hate in them, hate and twisted pleasure at the humiliation he had to endure.
Quickly Legolas lowered his gaze again and inched a little closer to Glorfindel, but apparently the Lórien elf had enough of just tormenting him with his eyes.
"My congratulations, Glorfindel," he smiled coldly. "I see that once more you have ensured your presence in songs and historybooks."
"Because our little Sindar here will finally give me an heir? Yes, indeed, this was a most fortunate incident," Glorfindel answered while he ran a possessive hand over Legolas' swollen belly. "Why, do I hear jealousy in your voice, Haldir of Lórien?"
"Oh no, 'tis simple admiration, my Lord. Tell me, what does it feel like to have the youngest prince of Mirkwood on his knees before you, to hear him beg to be allowed to pleasure you with his mouth?"
"What?" Glorfindel stared at him in speechless shock.
"I would like to see his father's face," Haldir continued, unaware of what his revelation did to Glorfindel. "To see his youngest like this, wearing your knots while there are still red welts on his bottom from your belt, his belly heavy with your child... how long did it take you to break him to your touch? I must admit that you are a master, Glorfindel, nobody would guess that this docile little slave is in fact the youngest prince of Mirkwood."
Glorfindel turned around, staring at Legolas who was shaking with fear.
"Is that true?" he asked, carefully keeping his voice emotionless. "Has Haldir told the truth, are you indeed the youngest son of Thranduil?"
tbc...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
roch-neth nin = my colt
pen-neth = young one
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