Two Too Much to Handle?
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-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,880
Reviews:
55
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Unexpected Visitors
Disclaimer: (In the spirit of Crimson Starlight)
Jan: *whaps Shana on back of head*
Shana: OW! WTF???
Jan: *points*
Shana: It's another spin-off, so what? I'm the one doing all the work!
Jan: Pervert.
Shana: That's how I like my elves… nice and perverted. *points at shirt*
T-shirt: *reads "Pervy Elf Fancier"*
Glorfindel: *walks in, spots shirt, smirks*
Shana: Just like that.
Jan: Oh brother. Shanastay owns nothing and no one.
Shana and Glorfindel: *making out*
Jan: That's just… eeeewwwww!!!!
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Chapter 1: Unexpected Visitors
Janessa entered her room, closing the door behind her with a flick of her steel-toed boot, satisfied at the "click" indicating the door was shut. She moved forward into her darkened chambers, the only light filtering through the cracks in the drawn curtains.
Not having turned around when she entered the redhead missed the two identical forms on either side of the doorway that clung to the shadows. Fatigued by her exercises with Glorfindel she failed to sense the two sets of grey eyes burning with desire that studied her every movement, taking in every curve revealed by her tight leather attire.
Her heels clicked as she walked, reaching up with her right hand to rub at her sore shoulder muscles. She arched her neck to the left simultaneously twisting her chin to the right, the heel of her hand pressing up against her chin resulting in a loud "POP" echoing through the room as some of the tension in her neck was released.
The shadow on the right winced at the sound, the one on the left shaking its head.
Janessa sighed loudly at the release, shaking her head at herself. Jimmy would laugh his ass off at me still "twisting my head off" as he called it, but damn that felt good. She walked over to a chair, placing her bow on it, her left hand trailing down the wooden limbs in a gentle caress before reaching up with both hands to undo the straps holding her quiver and katana to her back.
The redhead swung the weight around, carefully catching the altered quiver between her hands, placing it next to her bow on the chair. Freed of the weight she laced her fingers together, twisting her wrists so her palms faced out and reached up over her head, stretching. She was rewarded by a sequence of pops along her upper back.
Both shadows held their breath as Janessa's movements caused more of her skin to be exposed, the lean muscles of her shoulders and back standing in bass relief to her black attire.
If the opportunity ever arises I'm gonna beat the tar out of Glory for this. Damn elf seems to purposely ignore the fact that I am NOT an elf. Still feeling tension along her lower back the woman let her arms drop to her sides, shaking them out before bringing her hands to her backside, the heels of her hands resting at the base of her spine, fingers pointing toward the ground. She set her feet shoulder-width apart, closed her eyes and leaned backwards, arching her spine, head falling back as she bent almost in half. Another series of pops emanated from her compressed vertebrae.
Air hissed silently between two sets of clenched teeth. Janessa had unwittingly given her two watchers a glorious view straight down her halter top, the dwindling light of the sunset filtering through the curtains making her skin appear to glow with a bronze cast.
Janessa stood back up, finally satisfied that she had released enough pressure from her joints to move without pain. She took two steps forward before her left hip seized up. "Shit," she hissed.
Clenching her teeth she balanced on her right foot, bringing her left knee up toward her chest. She caught the inside of her knee with her left hand. With her leg still bent she rotated her knee outward. She heard the joint pop, but the pressure did not release. Cursing again under her breath she twisted, still holding onto the inside of her knee, extending her leg up and behind her, toe pointed, right arm out in front of her counterbalancing. Both hips popped as she reached full extension, a loud sigh of relief escaping her lips as she released her leg, foot hitting the floor with a soft thump.
The shadow on the right banged its head against the wall softly as it watched Janessa extend her leg high over her head, the leather of her pants clinging enticingly to her legs, the lines of muscle clearly visible to its keen eyes. The shadow on the left licked its lips, one hand straying downward to the front of its increasingly uncomfortable leggings.
Much better. Gods I am SORE! I really should stretch more but I just can't seem to bring myself to do so. The redhead stepped toward the curtains, drawing them open to expose the doors to the balcony, the remaining rays of the sunset forming a fiery crown around her head. She reached forward, taking a doorknob in each hand.
As the woman moved forward the two forms by the door detached themselves from the shadows, revealing the lithe forms of Elrond's twin sons. They glided on silent bare feet toward the still unaware woman, each twin clad in only a pair of form-fitting leggings. They moved to stand just behind Janessa on either side. With a unity of motion borne of long years knowing the other's thoughts and working as one, together they reached past her to cover her hands with one of their own.
Startled, Janessa snatched her hands to her chest as if she had been burned, instinctively adopting a defensive posture. Reacting on pure instinct she registered two adversaries on either side of her and pivoted, turning on her left foot as she launched a kick with her right at the body that had been standing to her left, hands raised defensively to ward off an attack from her right.
The kick never landed. Janessa found herself immobilized, looking back and forth between the identically grinning faces of Elladan and Elrohir. The twins had anticipated the redhead's reaction to being surprised so and been prepared to fend off her attacks.
Elladan held her right foot in his palms while Elrohir had captured her wrists in his hands. The two released the woman as they perceived recognition in her eyes. They stood firm against the onslaught of unintelligible curses falling from Janessa's lips, their eyes sparkling with mischief.
Uttering curses in three different languages the twins had never heard before Janessa finally returned to Westron, looking from one twin to the other demanding, "What is your major malfunction? I would've thought you two would know better than to sneak up on me!" Despite having ascertained the identities of her intruders Janessa's posture remained wary.
The two elves laughed simultaneously, Elladan speaking up, "You are not a threat to us. We took into account how you would react and were prepared for it. You would not have hurt us."
Elrohir continued, "We did not wish to frighten you but instead intended to surprise you. We had hoped you had come to realize there are no threats to you here."
Annoyance crossing Janessa's face she pointed out, "It is one thing to understand something intellectually," she tapped her forehead with a finger, "I know I am safe here," she dropped her hand, "but it is another thing to undo years of instinctive distrust. I can believe one thing while my body has been conditioned through experience to respond in a different manner." She shrugged. "I'll not apologize for my own self-preservation instincts."
"We don't expect you to," Elladan responded, bringing his hand forward to trail his fingertips lightly up her bare arm to her shoulder.
Elrohir mimicked his brother's actions on her other arm, "We had simply hoped you had unwound enough to look first and lash out second."
Janessa's eyes narrowed as she finally registered the twins' state of undress and the thinly veiled desire burning in both sets of grey eyes. She had no time to react as Elladan swiftly stepped forward, his hand sliding into her hair as he dropped his head to claim her lips.
Elrohir moved behind her, one hand sliding over her hip, the other capturing one wrist, his bare chest pressed against her back. Elladan caught her other wrist as she brought her hand up to push him away, pushing forward until the length of his body was flush with hers, effectively trapping Janessa between the twins' bodies.
Confused by the sudden twist of events Janessa's mind reeled. She had flirted shamelessly with both twins for months, never believing anything would come of the bantering from both sides. She had heard rumors of the two Perendhils' prowess in bed, but had never believed they would ever be interested in her like THAT. That was all just teasing. Harmless flirtation. Right?
Wrong! They're serious. Janessa resisted Elladan's lips on hers, leaning her head back. Instead of releasing her, the older twin leaned with her. The movement placed her head against Elrohir's shoulder, baring her neck to the younger twin who immediately took advantage of the positioning to trail kisses along the column of her exposed skin.
Janessa gasped as she felt Elrohir's lips on her neck, unwittingly granting Elladan access to her mouth which he proceeded to plunder with wanton abandon. She couldn't hold back a groan as she felt their identical arousals pressing against her from before and behind her.
Oh gods! Not one but two very turned on elves in my room. Her body responding to the twins' proximity, sudden insight struck her. I'm sandwiched between two of the hottest elves in all of Middle Earth. Why am I fighting this? At that thought Janessa reacted, returning Elladan's kiss, her tongue dueling with his.
The elder twin moaned as Janessa kissed him back, intensifying his actions and releasing her wrist to rest his hand on her waist, rotating his hips against hers, his leggings growing noticeably tighter.
Elrohir heard his brother's moan and perceived the tension leaving Janessa's body. He released the wrist he held, sliding his hand to her waist, moving his other hand to rest just beneath her breasts, pressing his hips forward for the barest moment. He kissed his way up her neck to trace the curve of her ear with the tip of his tongue.
A shiver ran up Janessa's spine as Elrohir teased her ear and Elladan's hand tightened in her hair. Her hands free she reached up and back, sliding her fingers through Elrohir's unbound hair to find the sensitive tip of his ear as her other hand snaked its way around Elladan's back, sliding over his lean muscles.
Both twins moaned audibly as they felt her hands on their bodies, shudders running through them as both realized their desire was returned. The two had been biding their time for months to put this seduction into motion, knowing if they made their move too soon she would recoil from them, permanently damaging their budding friendship.
So they had waited patiently until they could restrain themselves no more. Their self-imposed celibacy during that time had sent rumors flying about the Last Homely House with speculation raging about what or perhaps who could have brought about such a change in the two. Some had offered that the human redhead was the cause, but that explanation was quickly discarded as the three constantly bickered and teased in a manner the twins never adopted with prospective bed-mates.
There was only one who recognized the word-play as more than just that. He had sought to keep the woman unaware and away from the notorious twins, immersing her in endless archery practice and weapons drills. The twins were seldom serious in their conquests, having broken numerous hearts through the years. He endeavored to keep the already oft-hurt woman from further heartache.
In this pursuit however, the twins were different. Always determined before in having what they sought, never before had the two denied themselves release in others' arms while stalking another's attention. Perceiving the seriousness with which the two Peredhil endeavored to catch her attention he had to admit that perhaps, truly this time would be different.
Glorfindel stood outside Janessa's room, eyes closed, hearing focused on the faint sounds within. Once confident that she was a willing participant, the seneschal opened his eyes and turned away from the room. As he moved away he sent a silent plea to the heavens. Valar, if they hurt her, they will have to deal with my wrath. She is not just some elleth they can toy with and push aside. Please let this turn out alright. With that Glorfindel returned to his own quarters.
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Jan: *whaps Shana on back of head*
Shana: OW! WTF???
Jan: *points*
Shana: It's another spin-off, so what? I'm the one doing all the work!
Jan: Pervert.
Shana: That's how I like my elves… nice and perverted. *points at shirt*
T-shirt: *reads "Pervy Elf Fancier"*
Glorfindel: *walks in, spots shirt, smirks*
Shana: Just like that.
Jan: Oh brother. Shanastay owns nothing and no one.
Shana and Glorfindel: *making out*
Jan: That's just… eeeewwwww!!!!
***********
Chapter 1: Unexpected Visitors
Janessa entered her room, closing the door behind her with a flick of her steel-toed boot, satisfied at the "click" indicating the door was shut. She moved forward into her darkened chambers, the only light filtering through the cracks in the drawn curtains.
Not having turned around when she entered the redhead missed the two identical forms on either side of the doorway that clung to the shadows. Fatigued by her exercises with Glorfindel she failed to sense the two sets of grey eyes burning with desire that studied her every movement, taking in every curve revealed by her tight leather attire.
Her heels clicked as she walked, reaching up with her right hand to rub at her sore shoulder muscles. She arched her neck to the left simultaneously twisting her chin to the right, the heel of her hand pressing up against her chin resulting in a loud "POP" echoing through the room as some of the tension in her neck was released.
The shadow on the right winced at the sound, the one on the left shaking its head.
Janessa sighed loudly at the release, shaking her head at herself. Jimmy would laugh his ass off at me still "twisting my head off" as he called it, but damn that felt good. She walked over to a chair, placing her bow on it, her left hand trailing down the wooden limbs in a gentle caress before reaching up with both hands to undo the straps holding her quiver and katana to her back.
The redhead swung the weight around, carefully catching the altered quiver between her hands, placing it next to her bow on the chair. Freed of the weight she laced her fingers together, twisting her wrists so her palms faced out and reached up over her head, stretching. She was rewarded by a sequence of pops along her upper back.
Both shadows held their breath as Janessa's movements caused more of her skin to be exposed, the lean muscles of her shoulders and back standing in bass relief to her black attire.
If the opportunity ever arises I'm gonna beat the tar out of Glory for this. Damn elf seems to purposely ignore the fact that I am NOT an elf. Still feeling tension along her lower back the woman let her arms drop to her sides, shaking them out before bringing her hands to her backside, the heels of her hands resting at the base of her spine, fingers pointing toward the ground. She set her feet shoulder-width apart, closed her eyes and leaned backwards, arching her spine, head falling back as she bent almost in half. Another series of pops emanated from her compressed vertebrae.
Air hissed silently between two sets of clenched teeth. Janessa had unwittingly given her two watchers a glorious view straight down her halter top, the dwindling light of the sunset filtering through the curtains making her skin appear to glow with a bronze cast.
Janessa stood back up, finally satisfied that she had released enough pressure from her joints to move without pain. She took two steps forward before her left hip seized up. "Shit," she hissed.
Clenching her teeth she balanced on her right foot, bringing her left knee up toward her chest. She caught the inside of her knee with her left hand. With her leg still bent she rotated her knee outward. She heard the joint pop, but the pressure did not release. Cursing again under her breath she twisted, still holding onto the inside of her knee, extending her leg up and behind her, toe pointed, right arm out in front of her counterbalancing. Both hips popped as she reached full extension, a loud sigh of relief escaping her lips as she released her leg, foot hitting the floor with a soft thump.
The shadow on the right banged its head against the wall softly as it watched Janessa extend her leg high over her head, the leather of her pants clinging enticingly to her legs, the lines of muscle clearly visible to its keen eyes. The shadow on the left licked its lips, one hand straying downward to the front of its increasingly uncomfortable leggings.
Much better. Gods I am SORE! I really should stretch more but I just can't seem to bring myself to do so. The redhead stepped toward the curtains, drawing them open to expose the doors to the balcony, the remaining rays of the sunset forming a fiery crown around her head. She reached forward, taking a doorknob in each hand.
As the woman moved forward the two forms by the door detached themselves from the shadows, revealing the lithe forms of Elrond's twin sons. They glided on silent bare feet toward the still unaware woman, each twin clad in only a pair of form-fitting leggings. They moved to stand just behind Janessa on either side. With a unity of motion borne of long years knowing the other's thoughts and working as one, together they reached past her to cover her hands with one of their own.
Startled, Janessa snatched her hands to her chest as if she had been burned, instinctively adopting a defensive posture. Reacting on pure instinct she registered two adversaries on either side of her and pivoted, turning on her left foot as she launched a kick with her right at the body that had been standing to her left, hands raised defensively to ward off an attack from her right.
The kick never landed. Janessa found herself immobilized, looking back and forth between the identically grinning faces of Elladan and Elrohir. The twins had anticipated the redhead's reaction to being surprised so and been prepared to fend off her attacks.
Elladan held her right foot in his palms while Elrohir had captured her wrists in his hands. The two released the woman as they perceived recognition in her eyes. They stood firm against the onslaught of unintelligible curses falling from Janessa's lips, their eyes sparkling with mischief.
Uttering curses in three different languages the twins had never heard before Janessa finally returned to Westron, looking from one twin to the other demanding, "What is your major malfunction? I would've thought you two would know better than to sneak up on me!" Despite having ascertained the identities of her intruders Janessa's posture remained wary.
The two elves laughed simultaneously, Elladan speaking up, "You are not a threat to us. We took into account how you would react and were prepared for it. You would not have hurt us."
Elrohir continued, "We did not wish to frighten you but instead intended to surprise you. We had hoped you had come to realize there are no threats to you here."
Annoyance crossing Janessa's face she pointed out, "It is one thing to understand something intellectually," she tapped her forehead with a finger, "I know I am safe here," she dropped her hand, "but it is another thing to undo years of instinctive distrust. I can believe one thing while my body has been conditioned through experience to respond in a different manner." She shrugged. "I'll not apologize for my own self-preservation instincts."
"We don't expect you to," Elladan responded, bringing his hand forward to trail his fingertips lightly up her bare arm to her shoulder.
Elrohir mimicked his brother's actions on her other arm, "We had simply hoped you had unwound enough to look first and lash out second."
Janessa's eyes narrowed as she finally registered the twins' state of undress and the thinly veiled desire burning in both sets of grey eyes. She had no time to react as Elladan swiftly stepped forward, his hand sliding into her hair as he dropped his head to claim her lips.
Elrohir moved behind her, one hand sliding over her hip, the other capturing one wrist, his bare chest pressed against her back. Elladan caught her other wrist as she brought her hand up to push him away, pushing forward until the length of his body was flush with hers, effectively trapping Janessa between the twins' bodies.
Confused by the sudden twist of events Janessa's mind reeled. She had flirted shamelessly with both twins for months, never believing anything would come of the bantering from both sides. She had heard rumors of the two Perendhils' prowess in bed, but had never believed they would ever be interested in her like THAT. That was all just teasing. Harmless flirtation. Right?
Wrong! They're serious. Janessa resisted Elladan's lips on hers, leaning her head back. Instead of releasing her, the older twin leaned with her. The movement placed her head against Elrohir's shoulder, baring her neck to the younger twin who immediately took advantage of the positioning to trail kisses along the column of her exposed skin.
Janessa gasped as she felt Elrohir's lips on her neck, unwittingly granting Elladan access to her mouth which he proceeded to plunder with wanton abandon. She couldn't hold back a groan as she felt their identical arousals pressing against her from before and behind her.
Oh gods! Not one but two very turned on elves in my room. Her body responding to the twins' proximity, sudden insight struck her. I'm sandwiched between two of the hottest elves in all of Middle Earth. Why am I fighting this? At that thought Janessa reacted, returning Elladan's kiss, her tongue dueling with his.
The elder twin moaned as Janessa kissed him back, intensifying his actions and releasing her wrist to rest his hand on her waist, rotating his hips against hers, his leggings growing noticeably tighter.
Elrohir heard his brother's moan and perceived the tension leaving Janessa's body. He released the wrist he held, sliding his hand to her waist, moving his other hand to rest just beneath her breasts, pressing his hips forward for the barest moment. He kissed his way up her neck to trace the curve of her ear with the tip of his tongue.
A shiver ran up Janessa's spine as Elrohir teased her ear and Elladan's hand tightened in her hair. Her hands free she reached up and back, sliding her fingers through Elrohir's unbound hair to find the sensitive tip of his ear as her other hand snaked its way around Elladan's back, sliding over his lean muscles.
Both twins moaned audibly as they felt her hands on their bodies, shudders running through them as both realized their desire was returned. The two had been biding their time for months to put this seduction into motion, knowing if they made their move too soon she would recoil from them, permanently damaging their budding friendship.
So they had waited patiently until they could restrain themselves no more. Their self-imposed celibacy during that time had sent rumors flying about the Last Homely House with speculation raging about what or perhaps who could have brought about such a change in the two. Some had offered that the human redhead was the cause, but that explanation was quickly discarded as the three constantly bickered and teased in a manner the twins never adopted with prospective bed-mates.
There was only one who recognized the word-play as more than just that. He had sought to keep the woman unaware and away from the notorious twins, immersing her in endless archery practice and weapons drills. The twins were seldom serious in their conquests, having broken numerous hearts through the years. He endeavored to keep the already oft-hurt woman from further heartache.
In this pursuit however, the twins were different. Always determined before in having what they sought, never before had the two denied themselves release in others' arms while stalking another's attention. Perceiving the seriousness with which the two Peredhil endeavored to catch her attention he had to admit that perhaps, truly this time would be different.
Glorfindel stood outside Janessa's room, eyes closed, hearing focused on the faint sounds within. Once confident that she was a willing participant, the seneschal opened his eyes and turned away from the room. As he moved away he sent a silent plea to the heavens. Valar, if they hurt her, they will have to deal with my wrath. She is not just some elleth they can toy with and push aside. Please let this turn out alright. With that Glorfindel returned to his own quarters.
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