Spices from Khand

Title: Spices from Khand
Author: Esteliel
Email: esteliel@gmx.de
Homepage: http://www.loes-valthen.de.vu
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel/Elrond/Elladan/Elrohir
Scenario: Erestor gets Pregnant
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: incest, mpreg, OOC

Yes, this is really both without plot and without any sense, but it was the only thing I could come up with for the pairing and scenario Lessien wished for... *blush*
It was written for the Secret Santa challenge (http://santa.crickhollow.net/) where you can find a lot of others fics as well. :)


Merry Christmas Lessien, I hope you like this... :)

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It all started with the merchant who sold them spices from Khand.

Elrond had breathed in the exotic fragrance and had immediately paid the exorbitant sum the merchant had asked for. Then the cook’s eyes had started to gleam as he wondered about what new creations he could try with these unknown spices. And somehow, some sprinkling of the exotic herbs must have found its way into the mulled wine which had been served to Elrond’s family and close friends in his rooms that evening. At least Erestor found no better explanation for what had happened.

He still blushed when he thought about that night, and blushing was something he had thought long behind him, especially since he shared his bed with Glorfindel whose creativity seemed to know no bounds. Still, what happened that night had been... the most erotic encounter he had ever had. Or rather encounters... Yes, he had not been taken only once but at least five times, if he remembered correctly. And it was hard to remember with the haze of that sgelygely spiced wine inside his blood....

How had it all started? They had been sitting in Elrond’s room, comfortable on an array of rugs and furs close to the fire over which the wine was heated. And then, after the first few cups, they had all felt it... a warmth spreading through their bodies, a feeling of relaxation, the need for the warmth of another body...

Erestor could not remember how it had happened but he suddenly found himself in Glorfindel’s lap, arching into his touch and purring when Glorfindel’s hands moved up and down underneath his robe, caressing his skin. Usually he was very shy and did not show his feelings as long as there were others around them, but all of a sudden he no longer cared. Gorfindel’s fingers felt simply too good on his skin and so he did not even protest when the same experienced fingers opened his robes and bared his chest. Again he was caressed until his purring changed to sighs and soft moans, and then Glorfindel became even more daring and moved his hand further down to gently massage the bulge in Erestor’s breeches. The advisor’s eyes flew open and he found himself eye to eye with Elladan who kneeled directly in front of him, his usually grey eyes now almost black with hunger. Never had Erestor harboured any improper feelings for his erstwhile student, but now he found himself hungry for the taste of Elladan’s lips. And the young peredhel seemed to feel the same... soon they were kissing passionately, breathless little sounds escaping them each time they had to part for air. Glorfindel was still holding Erestor against his chest, although his hand was now busy with unlacing the younger elf’s leggings. When he had freed the stiff member from its confines and held it in its hand, Elladan groaned and leaned forward to take Glorfindel’s mouth in a short and deep kiss.

“Come on,” he begged, “take Erestor, I know that you want to... I want to watch you, please!”

“You want to watch?” Glorfindel asked and then slowly licked along the rim of Erestor’s ear, grinning when the advisor began to shudder and rub himself shamelessly against the bodies behind and in front of him. “Yes, I think I will like that... having you watch while I claim what is mine – while I make you scream with lust, beloved!”

“Yes...” Elladan whispered and then moved to strip Erestor of his remaining clothes, finally kneeling between the advisor’s spread legs. “Let me prepare him for you!” He grinned at Erestor and then gripped his thighs, forcing them even further apart, then he bent down and without any preamble began to tease Erestor’s opening with his tongue. The advisor moaned loudly and Glorfindel chuckled, aroused and amused by the fact that his austere lover could behave so wantonly, and in front of his lord at that!

But then, their lord was busy as well...

Glorfindel’s suprised gasp startled Erestor and he turned his head, greeted by a sight he had least expected: there was Elrohir, resting against his father’s chest with opened tunic, his leggings tugged down, and while Elrond was slowly playing with his son’s erection Elrohir trembled against his chest, his eyes closed as breathless little sighs and moans escaped him.

It should have disgusted him, it sould feel sick, but instead... instead Erestor found himself aroused. Yes... they looked good together. Elrohir’s sounds, the way he moved into Elrond’s caresses, and most of all, the utter adoration that could be seen in his eyes when he once more opened them to gaze at his father...

Erestor groaned and reached down to grasp his aching erection but his hand was playfully swatted away by a grinning Elladan. “Yes, look at my twin,” the peredhel purred, “see how he adores it to be touched by our ada... Shall I tell you Elrohir’s biggest secret? Ever since we felt the first stirrings of desire in our body, there was only ever one person for whose touches he has been yearning...”

Erestor gasped, both because of the erotic vision in front of him when Elrond pulled the clothes completely from Elrohir’s body and also because Elladan had now pushed two of his fingers into his passage, thrusting them deep into him while he kept up his narrative.

“Yes, imagine your sweet little innocent Elrohir, dreaming of his ada whenever he touched himself beneath his blankets at night... would you have thought it of him? All those long years, and he never let anybody touch him, he rejected every offer because he yearned for our ada’s love... yes, sweet Elrohir, rodwen Elrohir... but I think he forgot to tell ada that he is still untouched?”

There was a smirk on Elladan’s face and when Erestor turned his head he could see that Elrond had pulled his son down onto his hardness, had impaled him and now used his hands to push him up and down, forcing him to ride him. And Elrohir did what his father wanted, he moved up and down, his head thrown back as he was moaning and gasping with lust and pain, tears glittering on his lashes. Erestor knew that there had been no preparation and Elladan himself had just told him that his twin was still a virgin – yes, the young one had to be in pain right now. Yet he nevertheless did not cease his movements, he kept taking his father’s swollen member deep into his body, moaning and crying out as his deareish ish was finally fulfilled.

“I think there has been enough talk now,” Glorfindel growled and all of a sudden Erestor found himself impaled as well. Glorfindel was not only long but also very thick; Erestor whimpered as he was breached, and then began to cry out just like Elrohir when his golden lover quickly established a fast, punishing rhythm, driving himself deeper into his body than Erestor had thought possible.

And when it was over and they rested in a sweaty tangle on the rugs, Elladan joined them once again to claim more of those deep, hungry kisses which sparked the fire anew. Two more times Erestor came while Elladan claimed him, and another time while he watched his lover take their former student. And then Glorfindel crawled over to where Elrond had just spent his lust inside Elrohir’s trembling body for the third time and managed to wake their lords interest once more...

When morning finally broke Erestor was so sore that he could hardly move, but that was no surprise to him. Somehow during that night he had been taken by all of the others, even Elrohir had used him, cajoled both by his father and twin who wanted to see him lose that part of his virginity as well.

Yes, there was no innocence left, not for any of them, not after that night. That night had changed many things... Glorfindel and Erestor now often invited Elladan into their bed for the night, or sometimes used their bodies to serve their lord in a more personal way. Although Elrond no longer was alone... Elrohir was always close to him now and had spent every single night after the incident curled up in Elrond’s bed, waiting for his father to turn in for the night so he could surrender himself to his embrace.

Yes, a lot of things had changed, but a few weeks after that night, Erestor became aware that another thing had changed as well: he had changed. Yes, that night had affected him in a most strange and exciting way: he was pregnant.

Pregnant.

Erestor was shocked. Not as shocked as most male elves would have been – this by now rather rare trait had always been characteristic of his lineage. Still he was baffled that it would happen to him, and at that exact time! After all nothing had happened during his long years with Glorfindel! Nevertheless, he was sure that it must have happened that night; if he thought back, there had been a strange feeling in the morning of that night, a feeling which had grown and grown until it was the sparkling, wonderful presence inside him which he had by now identified as his son.

And now the only thing left for him to do was to tell the child’s father, but – there was the problem. Erestor did not know who the father was. For centuries he had belonged only to Glorfindel, but that night, not only his beloved warrior had taken him, no, he had been claimed by Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir as well. Although he sincerely hoped that it wasn’t Elrohir’s child, the young one adored his ada with all his heart and still blushed if one of the others reminded him of that night. If it was his child, he would surely see it as a betrayal of his father, of his love for him.

What was Erestor supposed to do? Soon he would show and then there would be no way to continue to hide this from his lover. No, he had to tell him before, he had to tell him in the next few days or Glorfindel would feel betrayed, even if the child was his. But how was he supposed to know who the babe’s father was? He could not go to one of the healers and ask if there was a way to know, the rumour would soon reach Lórien and Mirkwood.

On the other hand... wasn’t Elrond a healer as well? If there was a way to find out then Elrond had to know it!


Erestor finally found Elrond where he had not thought him to be, at least not at this time of the day – in his bedroom. And the reason why he spent his time there instead of at his desk with his paperwork was very obvious in the exhausted and content figure next to him: Elrohir, almost purring in sleepy bliss while his belly and thighs were covered by slowly drying semen.

Elrond seemed satisfied as well since he did not even raise an eyebrow at Erestor’s unanounced presence in his bedroom.
“Can I do something for you?” he chuckled, “ if you wanted to join in you are too late.”

“Yes, you can do something... tell me whose child I carry!” Erestor said and sat down next to Elrond, taking his hand and pressing it against his still taut stomach.

“You... you are pregnant, Erestor?” Elrond asked, his eyes wide as he took in the still unchanged body of his advisor.

“Yes, I am pregnant! And it happened that night when I lay with all of you... so tell me, Elrond, herehere a way to find out who the father is? I love all of you, you know that, but still I do not want to break Glorfindel’s heart. I know that he always wanted children, it would mean so much to him!”

“It would mean much to me as well...” Elrond said softly, then shook his head. No, he hoped the child was Glorfindel’s... he had finally found happiness again with Elrohir in his bed, now his seneschal should have his wish come true. Although it could be just as well the child of Elladan, or of his sweet Elrohir...

He concentrated on the hand on Erestor’s body, tried to feel his way inside, to see the tiny spirit with his mind’s eye. Yes, there it was... a strong spirit, a male one! Dark night and golden sun intermingled...

“I see the stars in dark eyes, moonlight caressing pale skin... and I see flowers in the grass, white clouds in a blue sky, the sun shining on golden hair... Yes, Erestor, there are traces of you in that spirit, and also traces of gold... it is Glorfindel, I am sure, your little son will have golden hair.”

Erestor began to cry with joy and flung his arms around Elrond, sobbing with relief and also with love for the tiny being inside him. Shyly Elrohir embraced him from behind, trying to soothe him, and soon they were all three asleep on Elrond’s bed, Erestor still with a happy smile on his lips.

~The End~

rodwen = virgin