The Hands, The Hands
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Adult ++
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12
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84
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Orgy!
The Hands, The Hands
By Mieren
Haldir had been following the Peredhil twins all day at Celeborn’s request. The golden-haired elf lord had been traumatized by something they had done and had ordered the twin menaces to be watched. Orophin and Rúmil joined him for his safety. If the twins could overcome Celeborn, Haldir was in very real danger. He hadn’t told them what the prank was, but he had left it with a number of first-degree burns and a wary look in his eyes that they couldn’t readily identify the cause of. The three March Wardens planned to get sreverevenge for whatever it was they had done.
The twins had been spied skinny-dipping in a small pond connected to a waterfall well outside city limits. It was a place that few new and even fewer visited. Cleaned and rested, they were climbing out of the water when the silver trio attacked. Haldir went after one, Rúmil and Orophin the other.
Outnumbered by the younger pair, one twin was pinned properly, the silver elves taking liberties with his already stripped form. They began groping their captive, shocked when he submitted instantly, arching his hips and moaning wantonly. They exchanged confused looks and turned to see how their older brother fared.
The single raven elf pitted against Halseemseemed to be holding his own. While Haldir strove to grope the nude elf, the nudist in turn seemed to be fighting to remove the eldest brother’s clothes. They both fell back at the absurd mutual interest.
Five sets of eyes exchanged looks, two silver and three green. Ravenous wanton looks reigned supreme.
From those that were still dressed, clothes flew. Haldir and his twin tackled the other three, countless sets of hands pressing in places they had no business going, but no one seemed to mind. One of the twins shot to the side and Rúmil ran after him, afraid he was escaping. The Lothlórien elf was stunned to find that twin win was merely rooting through his clothes for something, straightening triumphantly with a large vial of oil. All three elves watching them were suddenly sporting huge grins of their own.
Haldir claimed the vial viciously, pouring a palm full of oil before throwing the corked tube to his youngest brother Orophin. Slicking himself, Haldir wasted no time falling to a seated position and pulling the unnamed twin to his lap, angling for the raven elf’s back to meet his chest. The March Warden attempted to prepare him, but the twin was having none of it, raising his hips and impaling himself in one fluid motion.
The other two silver elves were trying to figure out how to best join in the forming orgy when the still free twin started pushing them where he wanted them, his perverse mind already coming up with numerous positions for them. He angled Orophin to his hands and knees, directing his face towards his twin’s lap. Flopping onto his back in the grass, he scooted to lie beneath the youngest brother nestled comfortably between his legs. He pulled willing hips down and took the awaiting erection into his mouth, sucking his length expertly. Orophin returned the favor, dropping his mouth onto the erection of the twin seated in Haldir’s lap.
Rúmil looked a little put out since he wasn’t included in the tangled group. The twin sucking on Orophin spread his legs in invitation and he was quick to take him up on his offer. Slipping between the spread thighs, he took the vial of oil from Haldir and slicked himself. He didn’t bother to attempt to prepare the prone twin, understanding that he probably would be frustrated by the effort. With a single forceful thrust, he sheathed himself in the tight heat.
The downed twin groaned, the vibrations causing Orophin to suck harshly on the twin he was pleasuring. The twin in Haldir’s lap responded by clenching tightly around the oldest brother, who responded with a sharp thrust of his hips. Not expecting the sudden movement, Orophin nearly choked. The twin beneath him was quick to distract him, slipping one hand to his rump and inserting one finger teasingly into his opening. Groaning again, he arched backwards, begging for more.
Rúmil started to reach for his youngest brother’s opening when a wicked idea crossed his mind and he leaned forward at a sharp angle, flicking his tongue across his younger brother’s entrance. Sucking in a harsh breath, Orophin pressed back to the new experience, barely a step away from begging. Still thrusting into the twin below him, he buried his face in his younger brother’s ass and stuck his tongue inside the tight ring of muscle, warring with the twin’s finger for supremacy as to who got to torment his prostrate. Their combined efforts were driving the youngest March Warden insane. Just to be mean, Haldir circled his arms forward and pinched both of his nipples.
The culmination of stimulation proved too great. With a wanton groan around the twin he was suckling, Orophin lost his resistance and came forcibly into the other twin’s mouth. His groan created vibrations that caused the twin to come as well, tensing violently around Haldir and dragging him to completion as well. The prone twin wanted to come as well, aroused by the sights above, but held off since Rúmil was still thrusting forcibly. To end the game, he waited until the middle brother was fully seated and tensed all of his anal muscles, using the shock of the force to coerce the silver elf to follow the others. He gave in himself and creamed his own abdomen.
Sticky and exhausted, they pulled apart and flopped into the grass, one twin spooning with Haldir and the other sandwiched between Orophin and Rúmil.
“Care to explain why you were following us?” the twin with Haldir asked.
“As soon as you tell us what you did to have Lord Celeborn order you watched,” Haldir returned.
“We just reenacted it for you,” the other twin chuckled.
“With a few revisions, of course,” the first raven elf added.
“I’m surprised that Lady Galadriel didn’t kill you both for that!” Rúmil said, stunned.
“I’d be surprised if she wasn’t watching,” Orophin contended.
* * *
“Indeed,” Galadriel said, her nose about an inch from the mirror’s waters. Celeborn stood a short distance from her, eyes trained to the same sights as hers.
“You know, I must agree with you,” the blond elf said, shaking his head. “It is rather fun to watch.”
“Isn’t it, though?” Galadriel answered distractedly. Anything else he may have said was completely tuned out when she saw the quintet move back towards the small pond to supposedly clean up.
End.
Kind of a short piece, I know, but it’s too easy when all members are cooperating and I couldn’t figure out how to do a five way with multiple unwilling parties. Still, R&R! And keep coming with pairings for me, even if they’ve come up before. I may do it! Requests for positions are taken as well, the kinkier the better! And I'd better start getting more reviews for these chapters or I may have to discontinue the series on the basis that it's not being read or appreciated. Now R&R!
By Mieren
Haldir had been following the Peredhil twins all day at Celeborn’s request. The golden-haired elf lord had been traumatized by something they had done and had ordered the twin menaces to be watched. Orophin and Rúmil joined him for his safety. If the twins could overcome Celeborn, Haldir was in very real danger. He hadn’t told them what the prank was, but he had left it with a number of first-degree burns and a wary look in his eyes that they couldn’t readily identify the cause of. The three March Wardens planned to get sreverevenge for whatever it was they had done.
The twins had been spied skinny-dipping in a small pond connected to a waterfall well outside city limits. It was a place that few new and even fewer visited. Cleaned and rested, they were climbing out of the water when the silver trio attacked. Haldir went after one, Rúmil and Orophin the other.
Outnumbered by the younger pair, one twin was pinned properly, the silver elves taking liberties with his already stripped form. They began groping their captive, shocked when he submitted instantly, arching his hips and moaning wantonly. They exchanged confused looks and turned to see how their older brother fared.
The single raven elf pitted against Halseemseemed to be holding his own. While Haldir strove to grope the nude elf, the nudist in turn seemed to be fighting to remove the eldest brother’s clothes. They both fell back at the absurd mutual interest.
Five sets of eyes exchanged looks, two silver and three green. Ravenous wanton looks reigned supreme.
From those that were still dressed, clothes flew. Haldir and his twin tackled the other three, countless sets of hands pressing in places they had no business going, but no one seemed to mind. One of the twins shot to the side and Rúmil ran after him, afraid he was escaping. The Lothlórien elf was stunned to find that twin win was merely rooting through his clothes for something, straightening triumphantly with a large vial of oil. All three elves watching them were suddenly sporting huge grins of their own.
Haldir claimed the vial viciously, pouring a palm full of oil before throwing the corked tube to his youngest brother Orophin. Slicking himself, Haldir wasted no time falling to a seated position and pulling the unnamed twin to his lap, angling for the raven elf’s back to meet his chest. The March Warden attempted to prepare him, but the twin was having none of it, raising his hips and impaling himself in one fluid motion.
The other two silver elves were trying to figure out how to best join in the forming orgy when the still free twin started pushing them where he wanted them, his perverse mind already coming up with numerous positions for them. He angled Orophin to his hands and knees, directing his face towards his twin’s lap. Flopping onto his back in the grass, he scooted to lie beneath the youngest brother nestled comfortably between his legs. He pulled willing hips down and took the awaiting erection into his mouth, sucking his length expertly. Orophin returned the favor, dropping his mouth onto the erection of the twin seated in Haldir’s lap.
Rúmil looked a little put out since he wasn’t included in the tangled group. The twin sucking on Orophin spread his legs in invitation and he was quick to take him up on his offer. Slipping between the spread thighs, he took the vial of oil from Haldir and slicked himself. He didn’t bother to attempt to prepare the prone twin, understanding that he probably would be frustrated by the effort. With a single forceful thrust, he sheathed himself in the tight heat.
The downed twin groaned, the vibrations causing Orophin to suck harshly on the twin he was pleasuring. The twin in Haldir’s lap responded by clenching tightly around the oldest brother, who responded with a sharp thrust of his hips. Not expecting the sudden movement, Orophin nearly choked. The twin beneath him was quick to distract him, slipping one hand to his rump and inserting one finger teasingly into his opening. Groaning again, he arched backwards, begging for more.
Rúmil started to reach for his youngest brother’s opening when a wicked idea crossed his mind and he leaned forward at a sharp angle, flicking his tongue across his younger brother’s entrance. Sucking in a harsh breath, Orophin pressed back to the new experience, barely a step away from begging. Still thrusting into the twin below him, he buried his face in his younger brother’s ass and stuck his tongue inside the tight ring of muscle, warring with the twin’s finger for supremacy as to who got to torment his prostrate. Their combined efforts were driving the youngest March Warden insane. Just to be mean, Haldir circled his arms forward and pinched both of his nipples.
The culmination of stimulation proved too great. With a wanton groan around the twin he was suckling, Orophin lost his resistance and came forcibly into the other twin’s mouth. His groan created vibrations that caused the twin to come as well, tensing violently around Haldir and dragging him to completion as well. The prone twin wanted to come as well, aroused by the sights above, but held off since Rúmil was still thrusting forcibly. To end the game, he waited until the middle brother was fully seated and tensed all of his anal muscles, using the shock of the force to coerce the silver elf to follow the others. He gave in himself and creamed his own abdomen.
Sticky and exhausted, they pulled apart and flopped into the grass, one twin spooning with Haldir and the other sandwiched between Orophin and Rúmil.
“Care to explain why you were following us?” the twin with Haldir asked.
“As soon as you tell us what you did to have Lord Celeborn order you watched,” Haldir returned.
“We just reenacted it for you,” the other twin chuckled.
“With a few revisions, of course,” the first raven elf added.
“I’m surprised that Lady Galadriel didn’t kill you both for that!” Rúmil said, stunned.
“I’d be surprised if she wasn’t watching,” Orophin contended.
* * *
“Indeed,” Galadriel said, her nose about an inch from the mirror’s waters. Celeborn stood a short distance from her, eyes trained to the same sights as hers.
“You know, I must agree with you,” the blond elf said, shaking his head. “It is rather fun to watch.”
“Isn’t it, though?” Galadriel answered distractedly. Anything else he may have said was completely tuned out when she saw the quintet move back towards the small pond to supposedly clean up.
End.
Kind of a short piece, I know, but it’s too easy when all members are cooperating and I couldn’t figure out how to do a five way with multiple unwilling parties. Still, R&R! And keep coming with pairings for me, even if they’ve come up before. I may do it! Requests for positions are taken as well, the kinkier the better! And I'd better start getting more reviews for these chapters or I may have to discontinue the series on the basis that it's not being read or appreciated. Now R&R!