Knocking At Heaven's Door

Title: Knocking At Heaven's Door
Author: Emmess
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Everything I can think of without being overly gross and offensive.
Pairings: Almost every Elf in Arda
Disclaimer: I do not own anything even remotely associated with Tolkien's universe, and actually…very little of anything else.
Summery: Ever wonder what happens to fanfic writers after they die? Would heaven be heaven without Elves and sex? Um…no. No, it wouldn't.

Chapter 8
Who's Your Daddy?



My second day in Heaven had been a long, tiring one. After breakfast, I spent most of the day in the Galadhrim Gallaria running in and out of the stores like a total nutcase. It was a very good thing that Heaven had home delivery, or I would have needed to rent a U-Haul to schlep everything back to my talan. So completely involved in this shopping frenzy was I that I never even noticed when Legolas and Haldir slipped away, leaving me in the care of Elrohir.

Elrohir, for his part, divided his time between solicitously offering his opinion on my choices and trying to seduce me in every aisle of every store we entered. He succeeded quite often, most memorably in the battery-operated device aisle of the Sharper Image. I hadn't been aware that Black and Decker even made a dildo attachment for their hand-held drill, but Elrohir kindly showed me why no woman should be without one.

We had a late lunch in the Food Court, and it was nearing dark before he escorted me back to my talan.

"I enjoyed our day together," Elrohir said after he thoroughly kissed me goodnight. Being kissed goodnight by Elrohir is almost sex in and of itself, and I was a bit disappointed that he made no attempt to follow me into the elevator of my mallorn. I had been trying to send him all kinds of lewd mental pictures, but evidently he either wasn't plugged into my channel, or was really tired from the shopping excursion, because he made no mention of them. He merely smiled at me, waggling his fingers in farewell as the elevator door slid shut, bearing me up to my talan. Sighing, I made plans to take a hot bath and hit the hay.

As the elevator door opened, I paused, the sight of dozens of flickering candles meeting me eyes. There were candles on every surface - the table, the floor, the armoire…all flickering softly in the darkened room. Stepping out of the elevator, my eyes traveled to the bed, where a naked figure lay spread-eagled on top of the satin sheets, wrists and ankles tied firmly to the four posters, blindfolded. Waves of silver hair spilling over the satin covered pillows, his lips slightly parted, muscles twitching in anticipation, his Elfhood already beginning to rise from its nest of silver curls, Haldir lay waiting.

I felt myself grabbed from behind, a hand clapping roughly over my mouth. Stiffening, fright shooting up my spine like an electrical current, I tensed against the strong muscles of the arm that wrapped itself around me and the firm body pressed up to my back.

"Shh…do not make a sound." I recognized Legolas' voice as it whispered forcefully into my ear. I shivered as a tongue flicked my earlobe. "You will do exactly as I say, without speaking."

Nodding mutely, I felt his hands unlacing my dress. Pushing it off of my shoulders, he allowed his fingers to trail lightly against my skin, his lips at the base of my neck. I didn't protest as he steered me to one of the chairs at the table. Sitting me down, and I got my first good look at him. He was shirtless, the pale golden skin of his sculpted chest gleaming in the candlelight. His legs were encased in the soft black leather crotchless pants I had seen in the store window of Maelstrom's at the mall, a full, hard erection rising against his belly. I ached to reach out and touch it, run my finger along its pulsing length, lick each and every inch. He laughed softly, but there was an edge to his voice as his tilted my chin up to meet his eyes. "I will tell you when you can move. Do not test my patience by acting on your impulses…you will not enjoy the consequences. "Or, perhaps," he said, sliding his hand behind my head, threading his hand into my hair and yanking my head further back, " you will…"

He leaned down, plundering my mouth with his, bruising my lips in its ferocity. His mouth left mine without warning, the kiss alone enough to leave me squiggling and moaning in my chair. Without a word, he turned from me, diverting his attention to Haldir, who was beginning to pull at the bonds that held him secured to the bed.

"You are moving. Did I tell you to move, Elf?" Legolas growled, approaching the bed.

"Leave her. She has no experience in this, Greenleaf."

"You dare seek to order me, March Warden? Shall I show her how I punish those who speak out of turn?" Legolas reached to the floor next to the bed, picking up an odd device in his hand. It seemed to be a small looped thong attached by a thin chain to a thick, elongated, phallic shaped object.

Legolas straddled the Galadhrim, who appeared to be struggling harder against his bonds. Legolas' weight against his thighs held Haldir in place, as the Prince gripped the Elf's organ in a tight fist. Haldir moaned, his struggles forgotten as Legolas stroked him, leaning down to circle the head of his member with his pink tongue. When Haldir began to moan, Legolas grinned, tightening his grip and twisting Haldir's organ cruelly. Haldir's moan changed midstream into a yelp of pain, and he swore as he tried to twist away from Legolas' ministrations.

Laughing softly, Legolas rearranged himself to lie between Haldir's outstretched legs, supporting himself on his elbows. He bent his head, running his tongue up and down Haldir's shaft, until it stood to its full height again. Haldir moaned as Legolas took him fully into his mouth, sucking noisily on the other Elf's member.

Watching Haldir's organ disappear into Legolas' mouth forced a moan from my own lips, my hands wandering between my thighs. Legolas whipped his head around, seeing me seek to pleasure myself. In single bound he flew from the bed, grabbing my arms, holding them up over my head.

"Let this be your first lesson. Never move unless I order you to do so," he growled. "If you cannot behave yourself, you will be punished." He pulled me up from the chair, sat down, and pulled me over his lap. An involuntary cry tore from my throat as his hand stung my bottom in several fast, hard swats. The cry swiftly turned to a moan as his fingers massaged what, no doubt, was the reddened skin of my rump. I felt his fingers slip down, teasing at my wet opening, making me squirm on his lap.

Haldir roared from the bed, again pulling angrily at his bonds. "Leave her! This is our fantasy, not hers!"

"Really?" Legolas laughed, setting me down on the chair again as he stood, pointing a warning finger at me to be still. He strode to the bed, reaching to roughly grip Haldir's chin in his hand while he slid the fingers that had recently been fondling me into Haldir's mouth. "Taste her…does she taste as though she does not want this?" He hissed.

Haldir sucked on Legolas' fingers, a moan in his throat. His hips bucked as his erection grew to new heights, reddened and throbbing.

Pulling away from Haldir, Legolas laughed harshly, then returned to his position between Haldir's legs. Once again, he bent his head, flicking his tongue over Haldir's erection, licking the moisture that weeped from its tip. Picking up the thong and phallus contraption, he placed the looped thong over Haldir's organ, pulling it down to the base, just above Haldir's bloated sac. Pulling the cord, he tightened the loop, causing Haldir to moan anew. Gripping the dildo, Legolas slid it into his own mouth, wetting it, before pressing it between Haldir's clenching cheeks. From Haldir's moans, which grew louder and more insistent, I knew that Legolas was pushing that thick piece of latex deep with Haldir's channel. My moans joined Haldir's as I fervently wished to be a part of what I was witnessing.

As Legolas slid the dildo in and out of Haldir's slick opening, the motion repeatedly pulling at the loop around the base of Haldir's member, forcing groan after groan from the March Warden's lips, his head twisting from side to side.

Finally, leaving the phallus in place, shoved to the hilt within Haldir, Legolas crawled catlike up Haldir's body, to position himself within easy reach of Haldir's mouth.

He brushed his own erection against Haldir's lips, coating them with the pearly drops of precum that seeped from it's slit. Opening his mouth willingly, Haldir took in his entire length, his lips firmly pulling at the delicate skin. Legolas braced himself against the wall as he bucked into Haldir's mouth, grunting his pleasure.

I was nearly beside myself with desire, watching Legolas pump into Haldir's mouth, while Haldir's own organ bobbed against his stomach, his cheeks clenching and unclenching around the dildo still imbedded within him. Each movement of his member pulled the chain that attached the thong to the phallus, causing it to move within his channel. Moaning around Legolas' girth, his hips began to buck, futilely seeking release.

"Please," I whispered, unable to hold silent any longer, "please, Legolas…"

He turned his head, casting me a look with eyes that were darkened nearly black with his passion. Sliding himself from Haldir's mouth, he rose from the bed, walking slowly toward me, stroking himself. "You want me? Is that what you're asking? You want me take you, now?" He bent, rubbing himself against my breasts, leaving wet trails on my skin.

"Yes…please…" I whispered hoarsely, not daring to reach for him.

"Not yet."

Moaning, my breath ragged, I threw my head back against the chair in frustration. Legolas laughed, bending to bite at the soft flesh of my throat. Pulling me to my feet, he led me to the bed.

"Mount him. I wish to see you ride him," Legolas ordered, giving me a slight push in that direction.

Without hesitation, dripping with desire, I slid my leg over Haldir, settling myself over his throbbing erection. The low groan of pleasure that I heard was my own as I slid down over his length. My eyes turned to watch Legolas stroking himself, his own eyes riveted on Haldir's member sliding in and out of me.

His breath coming in ragged bursts, Legolas pulled me roughly from Haldir. He ripped the dildo from Haldir's ass, pulling the thong up and over his straining erection. Pulling me forward again, he positioned me so that my head was over Haldir's organ, my lips inches from tasting him, my body kneeling over Haldir's chest. I felt Legolas climb up behind me.

In a raspy voice, he ordered me take Haldir into my mouth and finish him. Just as my lips closed over the head of Haldir's organ, I felt Legolas ram his length into me. Moaning loudly, I swallowed Haldir whole.

Simultaneously, as I tasted Haldir's seed, I felt Legolas spill his deep within me, and my own orgasm ripped through me. Breathing hard, Legolas softly stroked the skin of my back, murmuring words that I couldn't really hear.

He turned, untying Haldir's hands, which fell numbly to the bed. Massaging Haldir's wrists, Legolas nodded at me to untie his legs. I complied, turning to sit cross-legged at the side of the bed, watching the two Elves. As the feeling returned to Haldir's hands, he moved them up to Legolas' face, pulling him down to claim his lips. The March Warden was back, taking control. He motioned for me to move up to the head of the bed, curling his arm around me, pulling me down to his chest. Legolas lay down, placing his golden head on Haldir's other shoulder, stretching his arm out to gently trace the contours of my face.

"Did he hurt you?" Haldir asked softly, caressing my hair.

"Are you kidding? That was incredible," I murmured into his chest, snuggling closer. I closed my eyes contentedly, and, before I knew it, morning had come.