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Adult ++
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Chapter 8
Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 8/?
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Warnings: mpreg, d/s
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing with them and will give them back afterwards.
Summary: Legolas learns that despite the events told in "Anestel", life continues
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8
Legolas had spent only a few seconds lying on the cool silken coverlet when Glorfindel once more returned. The Noldo sat down next to him, one hand gliding over the smooth, pale skin of the youth’s back, traveling along the ridges of his spine, following the elegant line of his flanks down to where the perfect swell of his buttocks seemed to beg for his touch.
“You know why I’m doing this, do you?” he said gently. “It is not because you felt pleasure – I want you to feel pleasure. You are very beautiful to me when you are lost in passion like you were this noon. And it pleases me to see you become more active. Still, you should never forget one thing: You are mine. Everything we do is about my pleasure. It does not matter what you feel – if you do feel pleasure, be grateful that I allow it because it pleases me. Your situation could be much worse, little one, it would be very easy for me to make sure that there won’t be pleasure for you. So, remember this, remember your place and don’t try to play a game you do not understand. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, my lord,” Legolas said meekly. “I am sorry...” he added – not so much because he agreed with Glorfindel’s words but because he felt shame for his earlier behaviour. Was it any wonder that those Noldorin youths called him a slut? Today he had truly behaved like one, he should be happy that they had been alone and without any witnesses of his wanton behaviour. But at that moment it had felt so good, to know that he was not just something to use for Glorfindel, no, the Noldo wanted him, *him*... he could make him shudder, make him gasp and tremble if he wanted it. Glorfindel might try to deny it, but he did not only belong to Glorfindel, no, in turn the Noldo belonged to him as well.
Glorfindel smiled. “You are sorry? Don’t be... try to act as rebellious as you want, you know very well how I love punishing you. But I think that you are safe from my more creative methods today, after all Elrond awaits us in an hour. I’m sure that there will be another time though. Now come, lie over my knee for your punishment.”
Silently Legolas obeyed. So Glorfindel wanted to spank him again... he could feel the heat returning to his cheeks at that thought, and at the same time he also felt relief. This was not so bad, more humiliating than painful, at least when compared to feeling a belt or a cane. And perhaps Glorfindel would not be quite so forceful if he wanted him to accompany him later...
He flinched when he felt Glorfindel’s hand come into contact with his bottom. There was no force behind the slap though, all it did was to leave a tingling feeling behind. More of those not-quite-caresses landed on his skin, and to his humiliation Legolas felt how the situation affected him. Being totally at Glorfindel’s mercy like this, it should disgust him, but instead, he felt a spark of excitement in his belly.
“Come, spread your legs, child,” Glorfindel ordered and Legolas obeyed helplessly, shuddering when Glorfindel’s hand reached between his legs to grasp his slowly filling member. The Noldo sighed with appreciation when he was swollen and hard after just a few strokes, then his hands returned to caress the firm behind once more while he watched the youth wriggling, trying to find a comfortable position. When Legolas finally relaxed again, his member now hot dam damp against Glorfindel’s thigh, Glorfindel let another series of slaps follow. He was still holding back, using only enough force to turn the pristine white to a blushing rose colour and only when Legolas began to move, to rub his hardness against his thigh with each slap Glorfindel increased their strength.
Soft, keening sounds began to escape Legolas’ lips, his fingers trembling where he held them over his head, his body helplessly accepting whatever Glorfindel gave him. Ah, was this what Glorfindel wanted to teach him? That even if he could tempt Glorfindel, it would never matter because Glorfindel had complete power over him?
He gasped, moaning with every slap, pushing back against Glorfindel’s hand, then rocking against the hard muscles beneath him. “Please...” he begged, feeling no longer shame at his complete surrender as once more he was overtaken by sensation.
“Yes!” Glorfindel purred and let his hand come down with even more strength, delighting in the loud slap of skin against skin. Legolas gasped and moaned without restraint as Glorfindel’s hand covered his buttocks and the upper part of his thighs, the rose changing to a light red. “Come for me, roch-neth nín!”
Legolas sobbed and rubbed himself against Glorfindel’s thigh, crying out when he was finally allowed release. Glorfindel smiled with amusement, his hands gently rubbing circles on Legolas’ back to soothe him through the last shudders of his climax.
“Shh, do not cry, little one,” he said gently and pulled Legolas into his arms, allowing him to sob against his shoulder. “Your eyes will be all red later if you continue like this... and it was not that bad, was it?”
“No, my lord,” Legolas said, still sniffling against his chest. “I’m sorry...”
“Do you even know what you are sorry for, sweet one?” Glorfindel asked with a patient smile. “This did not happen because you made me angry... had I been angry, you would be in a lot of pain now. No, I had to do this so that you would not forget your place. Tell me, little one, what have I just taught you?”
“That I belong to you, my lord. That it is you who decides whether I feel pleasure or pain. And, that... that...”
“That I am your master in all things.”
“Yes, my lord...” Legolas whispered, bowing his head.
Glorfindel smiled and kissed him, delighting in the sweetness of the soft lips against his, the way Legolas was clinging to him, exhausted and pliant. For long moments Glorfindel kept tasting him without hunger; he did not want anything more right now than this submission Legolas offered. It was sweet, more so because he knew what Legolas had to feel right now. The youth had to be confused at this reaction, his reaction to a punishment like this which had caused his body to feel more pleasure than pain. And despite his confusion he still surrendered and accepted Glorfindel as his master.
Yes, this was sweeter than honey to Glorfindel. Legolas’ trust, his tender touches and his complete surrender... it made him feel a warmth inside which he had missed for a long time. “Sweet child...” he sighed, running his fingers through Legolas hair. And the youth leaned into his touch and pressed small kisses to his face, almost as if he could even now not stop to apologize and show his remorse.
Finally Glorfindel pushed him gently away so that he could look down. Legolas’ soft member was still resting against his thigh, trails of his silvery essence were scattered all over his leggings and tunic. The Noldo chuckled and shook his head. “Look what you have done,” he said with a smile, “now I have to change before we meet Elrond.”
Legolas blushed. “Shall I clean you, my lord?” he asked softly and lowered his head, his tongue lapping delicately at a spot at the inside of Glorfindel’s thigh. The Noldo grd, td, then shook his head.
“No, I would have had to change anyway, you know that Elrond prefers formal robes at his table.”
“Do you desire another thing from me?” Legolas breathed and pressed a gentle kiss to the bulge in Glorfindel’s leggings. “Tell me, my lord, whatever you want, my mouth, my hands...”
“Ai, you tempt me, sweet prince, but there is not enough time to truly enjoy you...” Glorfindel sighed, his eyes dark with passion. “I will wait, little one, wait until this evening to have you. There is one thing though you will do for me: I want you to use the time to think of how you will please me tonight. Think about what would give me the most pleasure and tell me tonight – make it worth to me that I have to wait so long!”
Legolas’ eyes grew wide as he thought about that challenge. What would Glorfindel like? It was a difficult assignment... but perhaps it would keep his thoughts off the stinging heat which now radiated from his buttocks. “I will try my best, my lord,” he answered and then carefully stood up to dress in a formal green robe while Glorfindel chose a light blue for himself.
Part: 8/?
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Warnings: mpreg, d/s
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing with them and will give them back afterwards.
Summary: Legolas learns that despite the events told in "Anestel", life continues
************************
8
Legolas had spent only a few seconds lying on the cool silken coverlet when Glorfindel once more returned. The Noldo sat down next to him, one hand gliding over the smooth, pale skin of the youth’s back, traveling along the ridges of his spine, following the elegant line of his flanks down to where the perfect swell of his buttocks seemed to beg for his touch.
“You know why I’m doing this, do you?” he said gently. “It is not because you felt pleasure – I want you to feel pleasure. You are very beautiful to me when you are lost in passion like you were this noon. And it pleases me to see you become more active. Still, you should never forget one thing: You are mine. Everything we do is about my pleasure. It does not matter what you feel – if you do feel pleasure, be grateful that I allow it because it pleases me. Your situation could be much worse, little one, it would be very easy for me to make sure that there won’t be pleasure for you. So, remember this, remember your place and don’t try to play a game you do not understand. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, my lord,” Legolas said meekly. “I am sorry...” he added – not so much because he agreed with Glorfindel’s words but because he felt shame for his earlier behaviour. Was it any wonder that those Noldorin youths called him a slut? Today he had truly behaved like one, he should be happy that they had been alone and without any witnesses of his wanton behaviour. But at that moment it had felt so good, to know that he was not just something to use for Glorfindel, no, the Noldo wanted him, *him*... he could make him shudder, make him gasp and tremble if he wanted it. Glorfindel might try to deny it, but he did not only belong to Glorfindel, no, in turn the Noldo belonged to him as well.
Glorfindel smiled. “You are sorry? Don’t be... try to act as rebellious as you want, you know very well how I love punishing you. But I think that you are safe from my more creative methods today, after all Elrond awaits us in an hour. I’m sure that there will be another time though. Now come, lie over my knee for your punishment.”
Silently Legolas obeyed. So Glorfindel wanted to spank him again... he could feel the heat returning to his cheeks at that thought, and at the same time he also felt relief. This was not so bad, more humiliating than painful, at least when compared to feeling a belt or a cane. And perhaps Glorfindel would not be quite so forceful if he wanted him to accompany him later...
He flinched when he felt Glorfindel’s hand come into contact with his bottom. There was no force behind the slap though, all it did was to leave a tingling feeling behind. More of those not-quite-caresses landed on his skin, and to his humiliation Legolas felt how the situation affected him. Being totally at Glorfindel’s mercy like this, it should disgust him, but instead, he felt a spark of excitement in his belly.
“Come, spread your legs, child,” Glorfindel ordered and Legolas obeyed helplessly, shuddering when Glorfindel’s hand reached between his legs to grasp his slowly filling member. The Noldo sighed with appreciation when he was swollen and hard after just a few strokes, then his hands returned to caress the firm behind once more while he watched the youth wriggling, trying to find a comfortable position. When Legolas finally relaxed again, his member now hot dam damp against Glorfindel’s thigh, Glorfindel let another series of slaps follow. He was still holding back, using only enough force to turn the pristine white to a blushing rose colour and only when Legolas began to move, to rub his hardness against his thigh with each slap Glorfindel increased their strength.
Soft, keening sounds began to escape Legolas’ lips, his fingers trembling where he held them over his head, his body helplessly accepting whatever Glorfindel gave him. Ah, was this what Glorfindel wanted to teach him? That even if he could tempt Glorfindel, it would never matter because Glorfindel had complete power over him?
He gasped, moaning with every slap, pushing back against Glorfindel’s hand, then rocking against the hard muscles beneath him. “Please...” he begged, feeling no longer shame at his complete surrender as once more he was overtaken by sensation.
“Yes!” Glorfindel purred and let his hand come down with even more strength, delighting in the loud slap of skin against skin. Legolas gasped and moaned without restraint as Glorfindel’s hand covered his buttocks and the upper part of his thighs, the rose changing to a light red. “Come for me, roch-neth nín!”
Legolas sobbed and rubbed himself against Glorfindel’s thigh, crying out when he was finally allowed release. Glorfindel smiled with amusement, his hands gently rubbing circles on Legolas’ back to soothe him through the last shudders of his climax.
“Shh, do not cry, little one,” he said gently and pulled Legolas into his arms, allowing him to sob against his shoulder. “Your eyes will be all red later if you continue like this... and it was not that bad, was it?”
“No, my lord,” Legolas said, still sniffling against his chest. “I’m sorry...”
“Do you even know what you are sorry for, sweet one?” Glorfindel asked with a patient smile. “This did not happen because you made me angry... had I been angry, you would be in a lot of pain now. No, I had to do this so that you would not forget your place. Tell me, little one, what have I just taught you?”
“That I belong to you, my lord. That it is you who decides whether I feel pleasure or pain. And, that... that...”
“That I am your master in all things.”
“Yes, my lord...” Legolas whispered, bowing his head.
Glorfindel smiled and kissed him, delighting in the sweetness of the soft lips against his, the way Legolas was clinging to him, exhausted and pliant. For long moments Glorfindel kept tasting him without hunger; he did not want anything more right now than this submission Legolas offered. It was sweet, more so because he knew what Legolas had to feel right now. The youth had to be confused at this reaction, his reaction to a punishment like this which had caused his body to feel more pleasure than pain. And despite his confusion he still surrendered and accepted Glorfindel as his master.
Yes, this was sweeter than honey to Glorfindel. Legolas’ trust, his tender touches and his complete surrender... it made him feel a warmth inside which he had missed for a long time. “Sweet child...” he sighed, running his fingers through Legolas hair. And the youth leaned into his touch and pressed small kisses to his face, almost as if he could even now not stop to apologize and show his remorse.
Finally Glorfindel pushed him gently away so that he could look down. Legolas’ soft member was still resting against his thigh, trails of his silvery essence were scattered all over his leggings and tunic. The Noldo chuckled and shook his head. “Look what you have done,” he said with a smile, “now I have to change before we meet Elrond.”
Legolas blushed. “Shall I clean you, my lord?” he asked softly and lowered his head, his tongue lapping delicately at a spot at the inside of Glorfindel’s thigh. The Noldo grd, td, then shook his head.
“No, I would have had to change anyway, you know that Elrond prefers formal robes at his table.”
“Do you desire another thing from me?” Legolas breathed and pressed a gentle kiss to the bulge in Glorfindel’s leggings. “Tell me, my lord, whatever you want, my mouth, my hands...”
“Ai, you tempt me, sweet prince, but there is not enough time to truly enjoy you...” Glorfindel sighed, his eyes dark with passion. “I will wait, little one, wait until this evening to have you. There is one thing though you will do for me: I want you to use the time to think of how you will please me tonight. Think about what would give me the most pleasure and tell me tonight – make it worth to me that I have to wait so long!”
Legolas’ eyes grew wide as he thought about that challenge. What would Glorfindel like? It was a difficult assignment... but perhaps it would keep his thoughts off the stinging heat which now radiated from his buttocks. “I will try my best, my lord,” he answered and then carefully stood up to dress in a formal green robe while Glorfindel chose a light blue for himself.