Deflowering an Elf

Title: Deflowering an Elf
Author: Blueorchidfairy2000
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters
Summary: Helm's Deep: Legolas doesn't want to die a virgin, and he
has always had a thing for men…...

"What is it, Legolas?" Aragorn asked, as the prince closed the door
behind them, leaving the tiny room pitch black. No response
came, "Legolas, what is it?"

After another short moment of silence Legolas finally spoke, "Do you
find me attractive, Aragorn?"

"When I can actually see you, yes. Is this what you needed to speak
to me about so urgently?"

"Would you have me?" the prince continued, not responding.

"Yes," the ranger replied in an almost husky whisper when he was
able to breathe again. He wondered where this was leading; yes he
had desired Legolas since he had first laid eyes on him, but he
never imagined it going even as far as this very conversation.

Aragorn shuddered at the feel of arms gently embracing him, pulling
himse. se. A pair of soft lips pressed against his. Legolas' kiss
was short and shy. The prince had pulled away before the ranger even
realized he'd been kissed.

"Then take me, Aragorn, for I do not wish to die an Age old virgin."

`You will not die…' he wished to tell the elf, but he couldn't
speak. The prince's words echoed in his brain, `Take me, Aragorn.'
He never dreamed he'd hear those words coming from Legolas' lips. He
grabbed the elf, pulling him even closer and kissed him, invading
his mouththe the most feral and hungry fashion. The prince pulled
away instantly

"Be gentle with me!" he protested, "I am afraid…"

"Have no fear, Legolas, I would never hurt you," the man loosed his
grip, kissing the elf again. He struggled to contain his lust,
making the kiss as tender as he could so as not to scare Legolas
away.

Legolas brought his hand up to the ranger's face. He had long
desired to feel the short bristles on Aragorn's unshaved skin. He
loved the ruggedness of men. He wanted to be held by strong arms,
caressed by rough, callused hands. He moaned just at the thought,
and yet again when he felt the man's beard scratch against the soft
skin of his neck. Aragorn's hands were all over his body, moving up
and down his sides, his back, and his buttocks. It wasn't long
before Legolas became e ofe of something hard pressing against him,
near his hip. He quivered at the thought, both from fear and desire.
He had heard that men's cocks were larger than elves', and from what
he could feel, this seemed to prove true. Though he was shy to do
so, he wanted to test it, to wrap his hand around it and get a feel
for what was coming.

Slowly the elf slid down onto his knees, dragging his hand down the
man's body along with him. He searched for the laces on Aragorn's
leggings, slowly untying them with some difficulty because of the
shaking of his hands.

Legolas felt the hair around the man's cock; it was thicker, coarser
than his own. He wrapped his hand around Aragorn's member. It was
even thicker than he had expected, and as he stroked it along its
length, he realized it was also longer than he expected. `This will
hurt,' he thought, but he wasn't going to run away now. He continued
to stroke its length and felt it twitch when he tightened his grip.

"Legolas…" came the hoarse whisper from a. Th. The prince wrapped
his lips around the ranger's throbbing member and took it in,
slowly. What he could not get in his mouth he wrapped his palm
around and moved it to the rhythm of his mouth.

The man hissed when he felt Legolas' tongue circling around the head
of his cock. He pushed in and out between the elf's lips. Just the
thought of an elf pleasuring him seemed so erotic; he had to
struggle to refrain from spilling himself into that sweet
mouth. "Legolas, pull off your leggings. Turn around." The ranger
winced at how commanding he had sounded. "If you're ready…" he added.

"I am ready." The prince felt as if his heart were going to break
open his chest. He took off his leggings as Aragorn had told him to,
leaving the rest of his attire on, for it would be too difficult and
time consuming to put everything back on in the dark. Shivered when
a hand was placed on his left buttock, gently massaging as a finger
probed his entrance. Legolas tensed as Aragorn began pushing his
finger inside him.

"Shhh….relax. It will hurt more if you're tense."

Legolas tried to relax, stroking himself to counteract the pain with
pleasure. He gasped when the finger inside him struck a spot that
made his head spin. "Do that again…." he urged, breathless. Aragorn
chuckled and went to massage the spot a little more before pulling
the finger out, ignoring the Prince's whimper of disaval,val, and
reentering him, this time with two fingers. "Yess…" Legolas managed,
no longer feeling any pain. He moaned as the fingers slid in and out
of him. "I want to feel you inside me…. please."

The man pulled his fingers from the Prince's body one last time and
brought the hand to his cock, lubricating it with the pre-cum that
had gathered at the tip. He pressed his throbbing flesh against
Legolas' tight opening. Hearing the virgin whimper his consent he
began to push himself into that beautiful body, cursing the darkness
for not letting him see it.

Legolas wrapped his hand tighter around his cock. He did feel pain
again, but a feeling of indescribable pleasure at being so utterly
stretched and filled overwhelmed his senses too much to pay
attention to any discomfort. All his previous fear subsided as he
lost himself in the bliss of the moment.

Once fully inside him, the man stilled, allowing him time to adjust
to the new feeling. "Ai, gods Aragorn. Move… please." The ranger
pulled out until he was almost completely withdrawn before slowly
pushing back in. He wanted to go slow, to make this feeling last,
but the tightness around his cock and the sweet moans coming from
the Prince stole his patience. He placed his hands on those slender
hips, steadily increasing the pace until he was ramming himself
furiously into the elven body. He would have stopped at the first
sign of Legolas' displeasure, but he never received such a sign,
only scream after scream of pained pleasure.

The Prince writhed and quivered in ecstasy, spitting elvish curses
between his screams. He wondered how he would be able to fight after
such brutal treatment of his body, but the immense pleasure
resulting from it would not allow him to complain. He only managed a
long, low moan as he came, no longer having the strength to scream.

The repetitive clenching of already tight muscles around his
sensitive cock made Aragorn spill himself deep inside of his lover.
He thrust a few last times, wanting to enjoy the feeling as long as
possible before pulling out.

"Thank you, Aragorn," came a soft whisper, "I will not die a virgin."

"You shall not die tonight, " the man protested, and then a sly
smile formed upon his face, "but you are definitely no longer a
virgin."