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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,263
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Wanderlust
Author: TwistedAngel
Title: Wanderlust
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. We all know that they belong to Mr. Tolkien. Who some say would be spinning in his grave to see such things written of his characters. But then, most authors hold freedom of speech and expression highly. So I wonder.
Author's Notes: This is my first smutfic. It hasn't been beta'd, but I think I caught everything. Feel free to make suggestions... :)
***
Aragorn slipped stealthily through the darkness of the Last Homely House. His wife Arwen was still shut away with her father. They would speak together through the night. Parting from her people was always painful to her, though the choice had been hers and no others.
But this trip had not been brought about by his fair Queen. It had been he who had gently suggested it, knowing that it would be met with vocal agreement.
And so here they were. While Arwen saw to her father, Aragorn had a far more pleasant pursuit in mind.
Long had it been since he had been parted from Legolas. Making his way swiftly to the doorway, he paused at the sound of a breathy sigh coming from behind Legolas' door. Body tense, he listened. Though much evil had been routed from Middle-Earth, there were still dark works through out the land.
At the sound of another soft moan, with the name 'Estel' groaned throatily from beyond the door, all of the tension in his body drained to his cock. Taking another step forward, shuddering slightly at the shift of his pants over his now straining erection, Aragorn murmered, "'Hope', indeed." And pushed the door opened quietly.
He had no doubt that in other circumstances, Legolas would have noticed his intrusion immediately. Now, though, he was beyond taking notice of such worldly matters. Aragorn froze, just inside the doorway at the mere sight of his elven lover.
Clad only in the gentle light of the moon, Legolas lay sprawled over the bed. Covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his head thrown back to expose his throat. One hand cupped his scrotum, squeezing it gently as the other stroked with quickening pace his straining erection.
Without a sound, Aragorn slid into the room. Grabbing Legolas' hands, he thrust them away, holding both wrists in one of his own large hands above the elfs head.
Before Legolas had a chance to respond, Aragorn dipped his head, taking the entire length of his dripping cock into his mouth and swallowing around it. Continuing to swallow as, with a keening cry, Legolas came. Clenching his hands into useless fists, still held above his head.
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Legolas had known the visitors were coming for some time before they finally arrived. Glimpsing Aragorn riding at the head with Arwen, he'd slipped to his room, staying there instead of joining the banquet held below.
Hours later, when the man had failed to make his way to Legolas' chamber, the elf had slipped out of the thin robe he was rapped in. Falling onto the bed and closing his eyes. From there it seemed only ral ral to slide his hands down to caress his throbbing cock.
For some time, he toyed with himself. Taking himself to the brink of orgasm, and backing away. Telling himself that it was merely to make it last, draw it out. All the while knowing in his heart that he was waiting for Estel.
Finally, unable to take it any longer, he speeded his movements. Beyond hearing, thinking, seeing. Anything but feeling his growing pleasure. Hovering on the very brink, he'd been taken by complete surprise when a strong hand gripped his wrists, pulling them away. And unable to stop his cries as he bucked up into the unexpected warmth of the mouth surrounding him.
Coming slowly back to reality, he cracked his lids, staring hazily up at the man looming over him. Aware that his hands had been released, he stretched them back, gripping the headboard behind him.
Tan and lean, scars adding to rather than detracting from his powerful beauty, Aragorn stood before him. His own arousal clear. Legolas moaned softly as the man knelt between his legs. Running two fingers from the base of his throat to his navel, collecting the sweat that pooled there before drifting them down to press into him.
Groaning softly, as the fingers entered, scissoring inside him, preparing him, Legolas unconsciously tightened his grip on the bed frame. His moans becoming a wordless plea when the fingers pressed deeper and crooked slightly, the burst of pleasure centering in cockcock as it rose once more.
"Please!" He gasped finally, then gave a wordless protest as the fingers were removed, leaving him aching and empty.
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Aragorn looked down at the elf, his legs spread invitingly, staring up at him. "Beautiful." He murmured, almost to himself, before repositioning and sliding in. Pausing only a moment before thrusting gently. His own sighs rising to mingle with Legolas'.
He watched Legolas, the elf's face seeming so innocent, even in the midst of thrusting himself forcefully up to meet Aragorn's thrusts. Knuckles whitening as his fingers clutched at the wood behind him. Stretched out on the bed, his eyes pressed shut.
Striving faster, Aragorn reached down and wrapped his hand around Legolas' erection, pumping in time with his thrusts. Legolas cried out, back arching as he surged against Aragorn. His muscles clenching around the man, bringing him to completion as well. Aragorn's moan of release rising up and mingling with the elf's.
Slowly lowering himselfthe the bed beside Legolas, he collected the smaller man against him, burrowing his face into the clean blonde hair.
After a moment, Legolas turned his face up, kissing his lips gently. "That was far too long a wait, Estel."
Aragorn grinned, running his fingers lazily along Legolas' spine. Eyes drooping slowly shut, he murmured, "The next time wanderlust hits, turn not to Rivendell, but to Gondor." Sleepily adding, "We'll put that lust to good use." Before fallintointo sleep to the sound of his lovers musical laughter.
*******************
Arwen paused at the cries sounding from several floors above, her conversation tapering for a moment. Eyes unreadable, though her lips curled into the barest of secret smiles, she shook herself from her thoughts as the moans subsided, and turned her attention back to her father.
*******************
Miles away, a figure paused in the doorway of the Healing Houses of Gondor. Face turned to the darkness, Lady Eowyn looked toward the road to Rivendell. Waiting, anticipating the moment when her Queen would return to her once more.
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Title: Wanderlust
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. We all know that they belong to Mr. Tolkien. Who some say would be spinning in his grave to see such things written of his characters. But then, most authors hold freedom of speech and expression highly. So I wonder.
Author's Notes: This is my first smutfic. It hasn't been beta'd, but I think I caught everything. Feel free to make suggestions... :)
***
Aragorn slipped stealthily through the darkness of the Last Homely House. His wife Arwen was still shut away with her father. They would speak together through the night. Parting from her people was always painful to her, though the choice had been hers and no others.
But this trip had not been brought about by his fair Queen. It had been he who had gently suggested it, knowing that it would be met with vocal agreement.
And so here they were. While Arwen saw to her father, Aragorn had a far more pleasant pursuit in mind.
Long had it been since he had been parted from Legolas. Making his way swiftly to the doorway, he paused at the sound of a breathy sigh coming from behind Legolas' door. Body tense, he listened. Though much evil had been routed from Middle-Earth, there were still dark works through out the land.
At the sound of another soft moan, with the name 'Estel' groaned throatily from beyond the door, all of the tension in his body drained to his cock. Taking another step forward, shuddering slightly at the shift of his pants over his now straining erection, Aragorn murmered, "'Hope', indeed." And pushed the door opened quietly.
He had no doubt that in other circumstances, Legolas would have noticed his intrusion immediately. Now, though, he was beyond taking notice of such worldly matters. Aragorn froze, just inside the doorway at the mere sight of his elven lover.
Clad only in the gentle light of the moon, Legolas lay sprawled over the bed. Covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his head thrown back to expose his throat. One hand cupped his scrotum, squeezing it gently as the other stroked with quickening pace his straining erection.
Without a sound, Aragorn slid into the room. Grabbing Legolas' hands, he thrust them away, holding both wrists in one of his own large hands above the elfs head.
Before Legolas had a chance to respond, Aragorn dipped his head, taking the entire length of his dripping cock into his mouth and swallowing around it. Continuing to swallow as, with a keening cry, Legolas came. Clenching his hands into useless fists, still held above his head.
*******************
Legolas had known the visitors were coming for some time before they finally arrived. Glimpsing Aragorn riding at the head with Arwen, he'd slipped to his room, staying there instead of joining the banquet held below.
Hours later, when the man had failed to make his way to Legolas' chamber, the elf had slipped out of the thin robe he was rapped in. Falling onto the bed and closing his eyes. From there it seemed only ral ral to slide his hands down to caress his throbbing cock.
For some time, he toyed with himself. Taking himself to the brink of orgasm, and backing away. Telling himself that it was merely to make it last, draw it out. All the while knowing in his heart that he was waiting for Estel.
Finally, unable to take it any longer, he speeded his movements. Beyond hearing, thinking, seeing. Anything but feeling his growing pleasure. Hovering on the very brink, he'd been taken by complete surprise when a strong hand gripped his wrists, pulling them away. And unable to stop his cries as he bucked up into the unexpected warmth of the mouth surrounding him.
Coming slowly back to reality, he cracked his lids, staring hazily up at the man looming over him. Aware that his hands had been released, he stretched them back, gripping the headboard behind him.
Tan and lean, scars adding to rather than detracting from his powerful beauty, Aragorn stood before him. His own arousal clear. Legolas moaned softly as the man knelt between his legs. Running two fingers from the base of his throat to his navel, collecting the sweat that pooled there before drifting them down to press into him.
Groaning softly, as the fingers entered, scissoring inside him, preparing him, Legolas unconsciously tightened his grip on the bed frame. His moans becoming a wordless plea when the fingers pressed deeper and crooked slightly, the burst of pleasure centering in cockcock as it rose once more.
"Please!" He gasped finally, then gave a wordless protest as the fingers were removed, leaving him aching and empty.
*******************
Aragorn looked down at the elf, his legs spread invitingly, staring up at him. "Beautiful." He murmured, almost to himself, before repositioning and sliding in. Pausing only a moment before thrusting gently. His own sighs rising to mingle with Legolas'.
He watched Legolas, the elf's face seeming so innocent, even in the midst of thrusting himself forcefully up to meet Aragorn's thrusts. Knuckles whitening as his fingers clutched at the wood behind him. Stretched out on the bed, his eyes pressed shut.
Striving faster, Aragorn reached down and wrapped his hand around Legolas' erection, pumping in time with his thrusts. Legolas cried out, back arching as he surged against Aragorn. His muscles clenching around the man, bringing him to completion as well. Aragorn's moan of release rising up and mingling with the elf's.
Slowly lowering himselfthe the bed beside Legolas, he collected the smaller man against him, burrowing his face into the clean blonde hair.
After a moment, Legolas turned his face up, kissing his lips gently. "That was far too long a wait, Estel."
Aragorn grinned, running his fingers lazily along Legolas' spine. Eyes drooping slowly shut, he murmured, "The next time wanderlust hits, turn not to Rivendell, but to Gondor." Sleepily adding, "We'll put that lust to good use." Before fallintointo sleep to the sound of his lovers musical laughter.
*******************
Arwen paused at the cries sounding from several floors above, her conversation tapering for a moment. Eyes unreadable, though her lips curled into the barest of secret smiles, she shook herself from her thoughts as the moans subsided, and turned her attention back to her father.
*******************
Miles away, a figure paused in the doorway of the Healing Houses of Gondor. Face turned to the darkness, Lady Eowyn looked toward the road to Rivendell. Waiting, anticipating the moment when her Queen would return to her once more.
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