Alagos Oraearon (Storm over the Ocean)

Part Nine


Legolas broke from the cover of the trees in a dead run, sprinting with every ounce of energy he could force from his weary muscles, willing them to carry him across the open meadow to the wild tangle of hardwoods defining its boundary on the opposite side. Just a few metres more, but he had been running for hours, sometimes on ground and sometimes mid the branches when he could find any, splashing through streams and stumbling over rocks and through brambles, desperate to get away. He heard them, the pounding of their horses' hooves easy to track, and knew they were closing. A loud whoop of triumph sounded as they cleared the tree line and spotted him and now he raced with feverish frenzy, glancing behind to see the trio galloping hard toward him, knowing they would be upon him in seconds.

So it happened and they captured him, Elrohir throwing a weighted sling that wrapped around Legolas' ankles and brought him crashing to the earth. Almost as one they leaped from their horses and caught his hands, busy trying to break the binding, and bound him despite his wild struggles. Then the one who had thrown the bolo claimed winner's rights and cut the clothing from him, exposing him naked and vulnerable for the delight of the other two. Elrohir teased and played with the captive's penis, laughing to see it already hardening before he even touched it, and bound a tight cord around its base.

He did not bother to undress himself, merely opening his leggings and drawing forth his cock, stroking it to rigid hardness for Legolas to see. Then he turned him over and propped him on his knees, spreading the naked thighs and positioning his penis where a red wet slit begged for penetration, lunging into motion with the initial thrust and riding the sylvan until he spilled. He pulled out and flipped Legolas over, showing him that he was not depleted but would have need of him again after his kin had taken their pleasure as well.

One after the other Elrond and Elladan took him, each spilling deep inside the bound elf as the other two watched and offered encouragement and suggested alterations in position and pace. Only then did they untie his legs and turn him on his back, grinning to see Legolas' cock still rigid and dark. Elladan bent to suckle it, rending soft cries and pleas for release from the captive, which were ignored. They spread his legs wide and staked them down.

Then they stood and stripped and settled around their captive. The twins went to kneel side by side one to the right and left of his head. In unison they dipped their heads and seated their mouths over the two rigid teats presented there upon the archer's rising and falling chest. Deeply they suckled and moaned in pleasure, for the captive elf began to imitate what they were doing, alternating between the long red penises that fairly brushed against his cheeks. First the left he took within his mouth and teased, using teeth and tongue until he had Elladan rocking into him. Then he would turn to the right and find Elrohir's identical cock waiting there, and he would give it the same attention.

Watching this, Elrond was not content. He settled between the fettered legs and fucked the prize they had captured, alternating between the soft wet heat of one hole and the tight, squeezing compression of the other, switching each time the captive switched cocks. Even that was not enough and he stroked and pumped the hard organ between Legolas' thighs, tormenting him into cries that excited the two whose cocks he was worshipping with such avid adoration.

The mouths came away from the elf's chest, meeting above the pectorals to share a long kiss, revealing the wet nipples from which pearls of clear fluid welled and cascaded down his skin. Legolas' child had long been weaned, but none of his three mates were willing to let him dry up. Elrond lurched forward as he fucked the paired holes and lapped the sticky trails, stealing a quick sip from each node as his sons egged him on. Then he relented and let them have their sweet treat again, increasing his pace and watching as he struck the core of their captive's body repeatedly, all the while fondling the hot shaft and directing the other two to bite if the nectar was too slow to flow.

Legolas brought the twin cocks to spurting orgasm first, sucking the juices alternately and receiving no small amount of semen across his neck and in his hair. Then he felt Elrond come, driving deep inside him and spilling hot seed, adding to the mix already seeping into the grass beneath his arse.

They all withdrew and rested for a time, though not long. Elrond crawled up and kissed his mate, turning aside and spitting as he encountered the residue of his sons seed. Then he moved lower and nuzzled the tender pink buds, licking over the nipples delicately.

"Did you save me any?" he demanded of the others, working the flesh beneath his mouth gently, not sucking yet but tickling and teasing the sensitive peaks until they were high and hard.

"I think so," this answer came from Elrohir, who rolled to the side and propped himself on an elbow to watch as his father began to take small quick bites at the nipples that had Legolas' body jerking off the ground. "Ai Valar, you torture him," he whispered in husky tones, his cock growing hard as he saw Elrond's fingers delving into the sylvan's anal opening.

Without realising it he was pumping his shaft and when Elrond simultaneously plunged his cock in that tight hole and clamped down on a teat, he was himself breached by Elladan. The elder twin drilled into him, groaning loudly, matching his father's pace as Elrond rocked into Legolas. All the while Elrond swapped between breasts, pinching the one he could not suck, sometimes lapping the fragrant beads of milk his fingers squeezed from them, sometimes offering the free teat to Elrohir. It was long before they could achieve orgasm and the three of them came together: Elrohir spilling into his hand, Elladan pumping his semen into his brother's arse, Elrond doing the same to Legolas, their gratified cries loud and exultant.

After that, the twins took Legolas together, one in each hole, while he sucked their father, the Elven Lord worrying his nipples and his ears and the Twins teasing his restrained penis until he would have begged for release except that a huge cock was thrusting in and out of his mouth.

Then the mania was over and they were sated, except for Legolas who had all this time been denied his pleasure's fulfilment. The twins wandered a little apart and curled together to rest, while Elrond untied Legolas and unbound his cock, finally relenting and sucking him to completion. Then he gathered his mate close and held him while they recovered. After a time, the three Noldorin Lords feigned sleep, and seeing his cue Legolas extricated himself from Elrond's hold, slipping away at the run, wondering how much of a head start they would give him and whether he should permit them to catch him again or teach them a lesson about the length of time he had been made to wait for his release.

He grinned in wicked delight and signalled for the horses, instructing them to return to the Last Homely House. Before he let them go, however, Legolas gathered the slings and ropes and chains stored in the packs they bore. Racing away, he laid plans to trap the hunters and truss them up securely, images of claiming the three of them, plunging into their upturned arses one by one, making him smile.

~ The End ~