Never Offend the Lady

Title: Never Offend the Lady (9/9) NC17 mpreg
Author/Email: sandyg writearts2@e...
Pairing: Elrond/Legolas, Elladan/Elrohir/Glorfindel

Rating: NC17 mpreg

Summary: Elrond 1st person POV. Elrond impatiently deals with the new horde of children. Sweet Legolas has the last word.

Feedback: If you wish.

Content: Finally our boys enjoy a little sex... or do they?

Disclaimer: Yep, all fiction, all the time. Right.

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Ahh.

How blissful to feel like a hard sexy male again.

And how blissful that those demanding children had finally calmed down after receiving their final nourishment. We had arranged it that when and if the infants needed a late night snack one of their wet nurses slipped from their own room, formerly my study, to tend them. I was all for having the children and their wet nurses in an entirely separate suite, but for now my impossible to refuse Legolas begged to keep the nursery in the room adjoining mine. Yes, Legolas had stolen both my sitting room and my study from me. Harumph, the things I did for these children!

Now the five perfect children cuddled in their hanging sleep nests. The odd cradles were gifts from the Hobbits. The babies adored their suspended, rocking hammock-like contraptions, or at least they acted like they did, since usually once they snuggled in the soft confines they drifted into satisfied slumber. Clever little folks, those Halflings. I felt confident they’d soon be selling these contraptions across Middle Earth.

Yes, aside from the nursing and constant diaper changing Legolas had taken total charge of all the babies. His intense paternal or... maternal instincts, I should say, continued to amaze me. Actually Legolas frightened me. Why did he love these babies so much? Granted I thought they were lovely but I also viewed them as an odd conclusion to a sordid life chapter. I thought perhaps after Legolas’ intense pregnancy emotions had faded away that my lover might back down from his obsession with the infants.

No such miracle occurred. My giving Legolas still adored all the children. I also felt he prized my Estel above all. Why? Why did Legolas love the child from my body more than his own daughters?

Ah, who cared? The longer I was with Legolas the more I noticed he didn’t follow any normal conventions. Like I said, I felt my young lover was a touch mad; perfectly harmless but a little off center. Ha, growing up with his wicked cruel father was enough to make anyone a little insane.

As I stretched out in bed my strong fingers slid across my flat hard belly. Yes, after a few weeks my birth-swollen middle looked normal again. The scar from my birthing incision was almost gone. Wily old Mithrandir proved himself right. Nothing damaging, and now we had these so-called gifts to watch blossom into fair maturity.

I realized I actually looked forward to guiding these new children into immortal maturity. To my surprise I wasn’t as leery of them as I had been at first. I was also pleased to see that my Elrohir had enjoyed a change of heart, he taking a sudden interest in the fascinating children. Their sweetness was hard to ignore.

Elladan clung to acting indifferently but when he held one of the shimmering girls I saw a strange pride cross his face. Hmm, maybe he was also changing. Maybe merry Glorfindel was a good influence on them b He He certainly thought the babies were a great lark. I think my old lover had appointed himself as uncle. Perfect.

But of course Elladan never reacted lovingly toward my son. Elladan knew he had nothing to do with my son’s creation so he could care less about him. That surprised me; given Elladan’s devoted attraction to males I thought he’d be interested in his new brother. Ha, that might develop much later.

I often wondered why Estel was so dark and strong. Perhaps during the frantic lovemaking I somehow impregnated myself.

Come now, it wasn’t impossible, right?

Or was it?

Oh enough thinking. My eager cock was ready to take over from my sharp mind. But where was my lover? "Legolas? What are you doing in there?"

His soft voice drifted toward me. "I’m just making sure our little Estel is comfortable."

Shaking my head I rolled my eyes. Why of course. That was going to be one spoiled child. Shutting my eyes I stretched, impatiently drumming my fingers on the bed. To my delighted surprise ripe soft lips attacked me. Now my fingers gripped a slender lively body close to mine. "Hold on, my love, how did you sneak up on me?"

Legolas filled my eyes with his smiling radiance. "Ha, my lover, you forget I trained under Galadriel."

Gaah, I didn’t want to hear that bitch’s name ever again, especially not in my bedroom. "Under who?"

"Oh, don’t worry; perhaps now I want to train under you." Legolas squirmed against me, he pushing his slender hips toward mine.

Laughing seductively I gripped his narrow hips; yes, what bliss to explore him without our round bellies hindering us! Rolling over I pinned Legolas against the bed, covering his sweet warm flesh with my lean body. Our lips merged, mingled, created sparkling new worlds. My tongue savored Legolas’ cool minty taste; ahh, sucking on his tasty tongue threatened my very sanity.

As I continued adoring his tongue Legolas pressed harder against me, his long fingers artfully massaging my back and ass. Mmm yes, aah, when his clever fingers pressed into a patch of flesh just about my waist I shivered in deeper pleasure. My talented lover never would tell me how he did that to me. Oh yes, Legolas was full of sly sexy tricks. I wondered if my sons had really taught him all these skills?

Well, I had a few tricks of my own. Slowly releasing Legolas’ tongue I began nibbling at his ripe lower lip. I knew my lover adored this subtle trick. As I teased him his breathy sexy little squeaking teetered on the edge of his silvery song. Rubbing my cock against Legolas’ stiff slender hardness I groaned in pleasure; oh, how I loved adoring this perfect beauty.

I turned my attention to savoring Legolas’ lean muscular chest, my lips slowly, carefully, wantonly abusing his straining pink nipples. Yes,I weI were a baby I would love accepting nourishment from these perfect pebbly peaks. Alternating between my tongue and teeth I drew out my teasing, feeling Legolas’s frantic fingers grip my long hair. Yes, now his squeaks began to merge into his first heady notes. For some reason after his pregnancy Legolas’ sexy tonal range had expanded. Enchanting.

My own taut body tightened in burning anticipation. Yes, sometimes before we completely merged I licked this glorious firm flesh for hours but tonight I needed to be inside my lover. Yes, it was time.

Just as I prepared to enter sheer intoxication a loud cranky wail shattered the air.

No! By the Old God’s Blood no, no, no! Not again!

Gasping in paternal distress Legolas skillfully evaded my grasping hands, he racing back to the nursery.

Snarling in frustration I slammed my face into my pillow, my fists pounding the bed. This was ridiculous! Count to ten. Twenty. Fifty. Bah, I wanted to toss those demanding brats into the...

No. You wretched old bastard, you did not.

After calming down I slid from the bed, padding over to the nursery. Ha, my still potent erection acted like it led the way. When I entered I viewed the four lovely young ladies snoozing placidly in their hammocks. My Legolas quietly soothed a cranky Estel.

I almost started laughing. Ha, I knew that calculated wail came from crafty Estel. I swear my demanding new son knew exactly how to capture all of Legolas’ sweet attention for himself. This was the sixth time that my son had pulled such an obnoxious stunt during our lovemaking. He somehow knew exactly when I was going to demand Legolas for myself. What a clever brat.

Murmuring little nonsense sounds Legolas bounced a whimpering Estel against his slender chest. A simmering resentment built in me. Admit it, child, you were just seeking attention. You weren’t suffering from anything except lack of sweet Legolas.

As I gazed at them Legolas hiked Estel up to his shoulder. My son looked me straight in the eye.

A brief wondering look crossed Estel’s chubby face until he gurgled merrily at me. Oh. How precious. Bah, I was becoming an old fool.

So what? Giving into my new wonderful kindness I smiled at the enchanting sight. Moving behind Legolas I wrapped my strong arms around them, I kissing Estel’s nose. "Ah, yes, my two favorite males."

Legolas glanced back at me. The sweet, adoring look Legolas bestowed upon me made everything worth it. Plus my erection enjoyed nuzzling against Legolas’ taut round ass.

The minute Estel went back in his hammock I was taking control of my pretty Elf. I was not waiting.

Ha, I shouldn’t be so impatient. I had eons to enjoy my lover’s precious flesh.

Yes, when I thought in those terms I felt even calmer.


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TWO YEARS LATER

What in Mordor’s black name was Legolas doing now? He wasn’t fussing over the children; in a surprising move Legolas himself asked if the children could stay in another bedroom with their two nannies. My lover claimed he wanted this night to be perfect, without any possible distractions.

Hearing the news I almost wept in delight. No distractions? What bliss. Perhaps it was time to petition to have my sitting room back. Was Legolas’ baby obsession finally waning?

So where was he?

Raising my voice I called out. "My Elf, if you don’t come out here soon I am going to pleasure myself."

Merry laughter answered me. "Oh my pres grs gray-eyed glory exert some control! I have created a special treat for us!"

Legolas entered our bedroom, his sweet, slim naked body dazzling my ancient eyes. The sight of Legolas naked always made me tight with heady lust. I saw that he held a silver tray in his strong hands. Two goblets rested upon the metal. Oh, what was this treat?

Offering me his extra special seductive smile Legolas held a shining goblet toward me. My right hand accepted the smooth weight.

Legolas hefted his goblet toward me. Oh by the Valar. My throat instantly tightened in shock. Hmm, not only was the liquid in Legolas’ goblet smoking but it actually bubbled a bit, bright blue orbs breaking the smooth black surface.

My suddenly dry throat constricted into a knot. No, now it seemed like Legolas’ obsession with babies had just reached a new level.

Well, as long as it wasn’t me doing the carrying work... smiling shakily I tapped my goblet against that smoking silver vessel. "And where did you find this familiar old treat?"

Legolas playfully winked at me. "That last day at Lorien while you were off with Arwen and while Celeborn and Galadriel were battling like wild Orcs I stole it from her potion closet. I knew exactly where she’d hide something like this. The Lady always makes extra of everything."

Oh. Well. My brain shuddered. "My dear love, are you sure you want to go through this again so soon?" Even more importantly, was I ready to deal with a demanding new baby?

Purring in delight Legolas cast his radiant smile into my ancient soul, his long fingers teasing my cheek. His huge blue gaze urgently bore into my eyes. "Absolutely. My precious love, this time I want your perfect strong child in me."

My eyes read my strange young lover’s aching need. Ha, who was I to argue with my slightly mad, perfect, shimmering beauty? I only prayed that I could find the rest of this wicked mead and dump it into a dark pit. I was willing to please my dear lover’s heartfelt wish but enough was enough.

Sighing in pained acceptance I smiled, holding my goblet up. Legolas’ intoxicating smile lovingly thanked me over and over again. Yes, I know, I’m so wonderfully kind. Bah, I knew that in ten months I’d be banging my foolish wonderful head against any convenient wall.

We toasted again. As I sipped Legolas drank his goblet’s contents in one heroic gulp before attacking me with his ripe lips. As I slammed back onto the bed my own goblet went flying to the floor.

Yes, I was too old for all this baby nonsense. But my ancient age certainly didn’t deter me from savoring wild wanton sex with a sweet, generous, slightly mad beauty!

FIN