Elf Nest 2

It would help to read Elf Nest first to get some background on this Elven sex ritual, but this quickie fickie should make you Smirk on its own if you can't wait.

Disclaimer: LOTR characters not mine
Beta reader: none - more interested in the penetration than the punctuation this time.
Summary: The call of the Elven group sex ritual known as the Elf Nest sends Legolas’ blood racing again. Previously, Legolas chose to be blinded for play. This time he chooses to participate sighted. Sequel to Elf Nest 1.
Elf Nest 2 - At it Again.

Legolas stood lazily leaning on one of the smooth, wooden rails that ran along the outdoor passageways of Rivendell. The gently curving deck overlooked the forest. Many an Elf would linger there on warm summer days to enjoy the tranquility. Long fingers would stroke along the grain of the ancient tree that had been transformed into a new life within the Elven architecture. The life, length and smoothness oe woe wood often sent minds drifting to memories of other firm lengths upon which Elven fingers ached to grasp and stroke. It was designed for that, and on this day, too, the ancient call of the wood drew Legolas’ mind along the path that all who stood there were helpless but to follow.

The wood was not alone, for the wind also spoke that day. The morning harvest had been completed. The building excitement for the upcoming feast that evening increased until it seemed that even the leaves on the trees trembled with anticipation. Large tables were being set out in the open. The joyous thanksgiving songs of those who had volunteered for the preparations drifted in the air. Everyone else was free to enjoy the rest of the afternoon in whatever idle manner they pleased. Idleness this day, however, yielded to the whispering fingers of excitement that rode the air and beckoned resting Elves from their glades.

A sudden flash of movement caught Legolas' eye and propelled him from his daydreams. A large group of Elves baring their weapons raced urgently into the green depths. Such an armed and rapid departure would be cause for alarm were it not for the other items they carried. A plethora of cushions, blankets, and other bedding materials was also being carried off into the woods.

Elf nest!

Legolas nearly tripped over in his haste to gather his things. In a flash, the Elf's presence on the deck had turned into empty air as if nobody had ever been there.

Legolas raced into the forest and to the outer marker of the nest. He handed over his weapons. He still carried his cushions and blankets as he trotted over to the inner marker. His decision was requested by the voice of the unseen guardian concealed behind green leaves.

"Sighted or blind?"

Legolas quickly put down his bundle, removed his clothes, and gave them to the hand now protruding out of the greenery. Then he picked up the bedding again and gave his answer.

"Sighted."

As a sighted participant, he was permitted to enter the nest unescorted. He added his bedding to the collection that was being spread out in a circle on the forest floor. The last of the Elves was arriving. The drum would sound y noy now and then to signal that an escort was required for an Elf who had chosen to enter the nest blind.

They settled down for the sleep that would strip them of all lingering cares, for their full attention would be demanded by what was to come when they awoke. Legolas was already quite rested and so he was the last one to settle; the more tired Elves had already drifted into their gentle worlds of dreaming. Others wriggled themselves into final positions. Legolas roamed around the group, checking that everyone was comfortable. One of the blinded Elves wiggled a little uneasily, seeking a more comfortable place but was unable to see where he wanted to go. Legolas walked over and shifted him back a little, so that he rested closer to one of the other Elves. As he positioned them together, the sighted one stirred a little and reached an arm over the blinded one, drawing him into a soothing hug. Legolas waited until they had both drifted off comfortably to sleep before looking around at the group one more time. He marveled at what he saw. Backs and chests fit snugly together; long limbs entwined in their own embraces with others. Heat flowed across the entire group, holding them in comforting warmth. Everything fit like a sacred puzzle that came together to create a magnificence that magnified the beauty of all individuals within it.

Satisfied that all were well settled, Legolas walked out to the inner marker of the nest and placed three rocks in the center of the path. No others would be permitted to enter. He walked back to the group and snuggled in next to an Elf on the outskirts of the sleepers. The warmth of the group wrapped itself around him until he became one with it. Pleasant dreams wound their way into his mind and took him into their world.

---Later that Afternoon---

Leafy shadows cast by the late afternoon sun fingered their way across rested bodies as the first members stirred. Elegant hands caressed graceful limbs as the world of dreams was slowly exchanged for the gentle awakening to the sounds of the forest, and the building heat of the nest.

The steady breathing of sleep grew into the heated groans of passion as the last of the sleepers was awakened and drawn into the erotic world of touch. Someone gave Legolas a One Shot. A cheeky hand sneaked quickly in for one inflaming stroke of Legolas' penis. The hand was gone again before Legolas finished his inward breath of surprise and delight. Left abruptly with nobody touching him, Legolas' blue eyes looked intently around the group as he sought something visual to excite him further. Not even the targets of his arrows would ever know the intensity of gaze by which his eyes swept across the flesh writhing before him.

Legolas saw a pair of creamy white thighs spread wide while a blood engorged penis pumped into the welcoming heat of the other's body. The bright pink twin sacs pushed against the soft white skin of the one being taken. The contrast in color was erotically riveting. The hard, pink shaft ared red as it withdrew and then disappeared back in again on the inward plunge, leaving the plump balls dabbing gently against the skin on the outside at the completion of each inward thrust. Dab, dab, dab...

Drawn by the hypnotic dance of intimacy, Legolas started walking over to them.

Suddenly an arm came from behind, wrapped itself around his neck and forced him back to the ground. Legolas wanted to howl in protest at being caught. But he had no choice but to submit. Legolas knew it was one of Elrond's twin sons. Those wicked twins deliberately shared their sexual knowledge in the greatest of detail so that nobody would know which one of them had made the Capture until it was all over. His inattention to the Elves around him had left him open to a Capture. They would have know he was vulnerable to that. Strong but gentle arms sat him between two long legs. He was deftly positioned with his back to the chest of his captor. The captor's determined hands pulled Legolas' legs apart and rested them over his own bent legs to keep them in place while the hands sought access to his intimate parts – already inflamed by the earlier sight. Legolas groaned as he tried to watch the two Elves that had excited him before he was captured. The hands kept working intimately and the protest was soon stroked out of him and they stroked his concentration from what he was seeing to what his body was feeling.

Legolas was torn between continuing to watch the thrusting p nea nearby and letting his head fall back onto the shoulder of his captor as the expert hands turned his body to liquid helplessness. The hands made the decision for him as the final strokes left him arching and bucking with release. The hand on his chest gave him a couple of comforting pats as he recovered.

The two Elves Legolas had been watching had finished and moved on to other partners. He felt captcaptor's arm wrap around his neck again and sensitive lips brush the auricle of his ear. The lips gave his ear a last kiss as the arm released him, signaling the conclusion of the Capture. Legolas was free to go. He looked back as he stood up to see who had caught him. Elrohir!

Legolas had recognized the limbs, but it was not until he saw the face that he knew which one of them it had been. He always bested them in archery, but they got their targets more readily in the nests. Smiling, Legolas wandered off elsewhere into the group.

Legolas had not gone but a few steps when he saw Haldir lying on his back and preparing a blinded Elf sprawled on top of him. The marchwarden's eyes locked onto Legolas' and he raised a questioning eyebrow. It was the opening move of a Sacrifice. He tempted Legolas by pulling apart the buttock cheeks and revealing the glistening, well-oiled entrance of the Elf lying on him. Legolas stood transfixed at the sight.

Haldir moved his hands slowly under the belly of the Elf he held and pushed its penis gently down between its legs so that Legolas could see the slick, oiled, firm shaft. The sacrificial Elf seemed to realize he was being offered to someone and arched his back, giving the watcher an even better view. Legolas' lips parted hungrily.

Haldir returned his hands back to massage the Elf's buttocks again. With tantalizing slowness he squeezed one cheek and then the other, back and forth. Mesmerizing fingers slide over oiled rounds of flesh, stoking, kneading, squeezing and spreading. He raised an eyebrow again while holding the now quivering offering. Legolas' tongue traveled across his top lip as he nodded his acceptance of the Sacrifice as his hands wandered down to slowly stroke his own throbbing stiffness.

Haldir smacked one of the cheeks and grinned wickedly. Legolas was now bound to the offer and wasble ble to leave to take pleasure with any other until the Sacrifice had been taken. Haldir took advantage of Legolas' situation and performed the most erotic torment. Legolas realized the sexual trap he had been led into, but nobody could refuse a sacrifice so delectably prepared by Haldir.

Making Legolas wait and watch, Haldir worked with calculated slowness on the sacrificial Elf. He slipped a well-oiled finger in and out of him. The Elf quivered again in unfulfilled desire, desperate to be taken. As the oiled opening relaxed, Haldir slid in another fingnd snd slowly sunk them inside before drawing them out again. He repeated the action again and again with deliberately baiting strokes. Then he did it all again with three fingers. Legolas' face contorted into suffering as little gasps of need involuntarily escaped his lips. Not finished with his torment, Haldir gently brushed aside the tussled hair from the ear of the sacrificial Elf and whispered the name of the one who would soon claim him. The poor Elf cried out in unrestrained desire. Haldir whispered for the Elf to be patient as oiled fingers traveled back down to continue their work.

Haldir grinned again at the picture of sexual tension he had created in the one watching and in the one on his chest. Two Elves in desperate need, and neither one able to do anything about it until he gave permission. Haldir was already erect with the thrill of it. He withdrew his fingers from the dilated opening, letting Legolas see the inviting tl ofl of heat. To add one final torment, he stroked the delicate skin at the entrance with olendlender finger. Legolas sank to his knees with a helpless groan.

Haldir withdrew his hands completely from the intimate areas of the sacrificial Elf and placed them on the upper back to steady him for what was to come. Silently, he nodded at Legolas.

Legolas sprang to his feet and leapt forward. His long fingered hands grasped the waist of the sacrificial Elf a mere moment before his penis slammed into the waiting entrance. Both Elves expelled loud grunts of relief with the contact. They became motionless for a moment as they savored the heat of each other, then Legolas started thrusting hard into the willing recipient. Haldir lay happily beneath the two of them, being rocked by the motion of Legolas' thrusts into the sacrificial Elf still lying on him.

One final shunt signaled Legolas' release. Haldir could feel the seed of the sacrificial Elf running doesideside his own penis. They all rested momentarily, smiling at the consummate skill Haldir had used to taunt them so deliciously. Haldir and Legolas completed their responsibility to the blinded Elf by finding him another position within the group.

They gave the blinded Elf to another blinded Elf whose outstretched arms reached out asking for new company. They guided them together. The Elf who had been reaching out had held his palms out flat in a silent request for a Moonless Night, an experience that required two blinded Elves. The two Elves lay there contentedly starting to explore each other. Haldir grinned as he watched the two of them enjoy the delights of their mutual blinded darkness. The thrill of groping in the dark was like making love on a cloud covered, moonless night.

Legolas took a silent step backwards and came in behind Haldir. With a sweep of his arm he Captured Haldir and dragged him to the ground. Haldir's body tensed with shock. Legolas grinned as he busied himself with positioning Haldir where he wanted him. The body relaxed in eager submission as Legolas pushed him over onto his belly. Thus Haldir lay on the soft bedding, legs spread, while Legolas crouched behind him. Legolas gathered up some cushions and placed those under Haldir's hips, raising his rear end for the forthcoming enjoyment. He made sure that Haldir was comfortable before he started leisurely oiling the star of flesh.

Legolas revengefully took his time. He slipped in one finger, as he had seen Haldir bait him with earlier. Then he did it with two and then three. Slowly rubbing in and out. Tickling sensitive places within and making Haldir tremble. Any words of protest were forbidden in the nest. Haldir was forced to wait. Legolas started to circle the outside of the expanding star with a single fingertip. Haldir let out a whimper of delighted frustration. Before Legolas decided that Haldir had suffered enough, he performed one last torment. He bent over and whispered in Haldir’s ear, “I shall have you.” Haldir convulsed with need; he respected those who could best him in battled or in the nest – Legolas was one of the very few who could. It sent the blood pulsing to Haldir’s groin, and Legolas knew it.

Oiling his own shaft that had grown hard at the helpless sight arranged before him, Legolas entered Haldir. He pushed in slowly and deeply, massaging them both. Wave upon wave of erotic smoothness pushed them both to a satisfying orgasm as Legolas completed his conquest.

Legolas rolled Haldir onto his side and removed the cushions. He wrapped his arm around Haldir's neck and kissed his ear before releasing him. Haldir stayed where he was, content to lie beside Legolas. They had both been sated for the day. They closed their eyes to signal that they no longer required further attentions. A blinded Elf would slide the knot of his blindfolds around to the side of his face to signal the conclusion of his activities.

They rested for a while as the group settled down to its concluding doze. Heavy breathing lightened and slowed until it was once again replaced by the gentle breath of the forest. As night fell, a call to feast was sounded. The sighted Elves left the nest first and retrieved their weapons and clothes. Then the guardians came in for the blinded ones and escorted them outside the nest. Weapons were returned and the guardians took the bedding back to the main halls. The groups of Elves headed back for the eagerly anticipated meal.

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