Musings of Muse by Haldir of Lorien

Musing of a Muse

By Haldir of Lorien


As I sit here, watching her type. . . I cannot help but wonder just what she is doing to me this time with her words. Perhaps something obscenely sexual. . .

Mmmmm. . . sexual. . .

I could certainly do with something sexual at this moment. I do believe my hand is wandering. . .

Indeed. . .it is.

She is not even watching me. . .silly mortal. Ah, but Orophin is. . .

Brother dearest. . . would you care to join me? Perhaps even. . .help me? I need not have spoken. It is in my eyes.

And it is mirrored in his. . .

Did I ever mention that Orophin has the loveliest of mouths, absolutely perfect for doing obscene things to my. . .

Oh my. . .

Brother. . .what a naughty hand you have! I dare say that is almost as naughty as my own.

“Haldir. . .”

His voice is much like my own. . .smooth yet pebbled with a darkened roughness, just enough of a purrrrrr. . . .

Mmmmm. . .

“Ori. . .”

His name is little more than a silken moan from my lips. Oh, how those nimble fingers do tease me. . . stroking, fondling, caressing…

I do believe a return favor is in order. . .

“Little brother. . .come closer, meleth nin. . .closer. . .”

The outline of his arousal is vastly apparent through those snug fitting breeches which look suspiciously like they may belong to Rumil. . .

Ah, Rumil. . .how he does love to show off his tight arse. . .

So much like my own. . .

And so much. . .like. . .

My hand slides beneath the waistband, down the supple skin of Orophin’s rounded backside, catching a firm grip.

“Closer. . .”

He kneels before me, my hand slipping from his breeches. His eyes are so blue. . . lighter than my own. . . crystalline. . .shimmering. . .impish. . .

By the Valar, how I want. . .

A hand upon my thigh. . .traveling. . .searching. . .

“Closer?”

His voice, like rippling silk. . .

“Closer.”

Laces manipulated in those dexterous, capable fingers. . .untying. . .

He leans forward. . .the warmth of his breath is upon me, mingling with the heat of my desire.

Closerrrr……

A finger sliding beneath the source of my lust. . . prying. . .loosening. . .

“Hal. . .dear me!”

His eyes follow the bob and sway of my ever stiffening arousal as it is freed from its leather prison. . .

Mmmm. . .I see that he is most impressed. . .

I cannot resist a chuckle.

“Brother. . .” he purrs. . .

“Aye. . .?”

A devious smile parts his lips, contrasting with the knowing smirk upon my own.

He knows. . .

Slinking with cat-like grace, he snakes up my body, his own breeches falling to the floor. . .that alluring backside resting upon my lap.

I wet my lips with a seductive flick of my tongue, hinting just where I would like his affections to turn. . .

And then, his mouth is upon my own, gently at first and then with increasing hunger. My lips capture his questing tongue, suckling it with relish.

A nibble. . .

A nip. . .

He moans softly into my mouth, his lips sliding away to kiss my chin. . .my neck. . . trailing down my chest. . .further. . .searching. . .

“Ooooohhh………”

Warm lips envelop me in the most intimate of kisses and I arch my hips, driving deeper into the suckling mouth. His tongue swirls around the swollen tip of my desire. . .making me harder.

Making me want him even more. . .

My fingers wind through his silvery hair. . .so much like my own. . .pushing his head down further.

“Suck me. . .” I growl. “Harder. . . “

He is all too thrilled to comply. And very well. . .

By the Valar. . .my pulse is surging. . .pounding. . .

I am so close. . .so very close. . .

His mouth. . .so hot. . .so wanton. . .so perfectly made just for my hard flesh. . .

And then. . .he releases me. My arousal slaps against my stomach with a moist plop. He grins. So devious.

My hand ensnares a fistful of flaxen silver.

“Brother. . .I want you. . .”

Eyes the color of afternoon’s brilliant clarity gaze into my own, a slow smile parting the dangerously curved lips.

My grip intensifies.

“Now.”

I do believe he likes it when I command him. In fact, I know he does.

He climbs into my lap, wiggling his backside just enough to make me twitch and sits facing me, straddling my powerful thighs with his own. I grasp his slender hips as he writhes against me. . . teasing. . .

No more. . .I cannot bear the feel of his smooth flesh upon the heat of my desire for him. . .

With a snarl, I grip his hips harder.

“Impale yourself upon me.”

His gaze is obediently seductive. “Yes, my brother. . .”

I cannot resist the urge to moan as he does exactly as I bid. . . the tight hotness of his lithe body enveloping the swollen pillar of my flesh within himself so completely, it is as if we are one being.

He knows exactly what to do. . .

Slowly, he leans back. . .slowly. . .he takes me. . .

Slowly, I begin to burn for him. . .

His movements are controlled…precise. . .deliberately grinding against me in the most erotic ways. . .

Penetrating. . .

Intensifying . . .

The tingling crescendo of want within me swells. . .

Higher. .

Faster. . .

The melody of release trills within my ears. . .pounds within my veins until I fear that I may die from the aching sweetness of his impassioned fervency….

“Ooooh. .Ori. . .I-I….I cannot. . .oooooooh…..!”

Waves of blissful pleasure pulse through my body, my hips arching to his every whim. . .

I gasp. . .

The root of my desire spasms with the intensity of my climax as I clutch him fiercely to my chest, the faintest whisper of his name leaving my lips in a shuddering gasp of pleasure.

For a moment, no words are exchanged. There is no need. Unspoken sentiment is heard louder than any voice.

My fingers creep along his thigh, fingers curling around a familiar hardness that now demands my attention. . .

A sly smile curves my lips. . .

“My turn. . .”

~Finis