The Love Potion Series

Title: Love Potion No.9
Type: FPS
Author: Bernsteinnixe;
Author’s email: Bernsteinnixe@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rúmil/Orophin
Warning: Incest!
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Summary: Rúmil tries using magic to win his brother’s love.

Disclaimer: Don't own it. No money made.

Love Potion No.9

Do you think I amwareware of what it is you are giving me? I saw you, my
brother, deep in the woods… I saw you pick the forbidden flower,
enchanted by the god of love himself. I watched you as you squeezed the
juice from the petals into the otherwise pale concoction; turning it a cherry
red. Oh, what a charming sorcerer you are…

I have loved you as more than a brother long before you started to work
your magic on me. Only I’ve been too shy to tell you… too ashamed of
my feelings. Why do you continue to feed me your potions and burn your
herbs as I sleep when all I’ve wanted for so long is to feel your touch? A
lover’s touch: seductive and dirty. I should have told you… I should tell
you now.

It pains me to know that you, the most beautiful elf on Middle Earth, think
you need magic to win my love; that you would accept affection that was
given to you only as a result of sorcery. You deserve so much more than
that… so much more than me.

I take the glass from your hand and set it down. I will drink your potion,
but not now. Not before I let you know how I already feel. I cannot find
the words. I take your hand, rubbing my cheek against it and then kiss
every one of your fingertips, never letting my eyes leave youYou You
shudder at the touch while staring at me in amazement. I lean in to kiss
your soft, supple lips. I slip my tongue into your willing mouth. Your kiss
is shy, light, and playful. The butterflies in my stomach dance to the
rhythm of your tongue. Our kiss is over. You look at me, confusion
apparent in your eyes and so I kiss you again, making sure you
understand.

We hold each other’s gaze as I slowly pull away, reaching for the glass
that holds the nectar of the gods. It smells deliciously of tropical fruit and I
realize it tastes so as well as I swallow about half of it. I have barely put
the glass down as you lunge at me, licking the remaining drops of the red
potion off my lips. Suddenly I am overcome with sheer lust.I feel my
leggings becoming unbearably tight as I watch you swallow the remaining
contents of the glass I just drank from, licking your lips seductively once
you are finished.

I fear that I may not be able to control myself much longer. I pick you up
and carry you, finally laying you down on your bed. I lie down on top of
you and kiss you again. Our kisses are no longer light and playful, but
fiery and passionate. The potion strengthens every desire, amplifies every
sensation. You place your right hand on the back of my head, pulling me
deeper into your mouth. Your other hand is running up and down my
back. I have dreamed of this for centuries. We grind our hips together
slowly, yet forcefully… hard, swollen cocks rubbing against each other
underneath the clothes. I can hardly breathe. I’m not sure I even remember
how to.

I move from your lips to your neck. The scent of vanilla fills my nostrils.
You are absolutely intoxicating. I take off your tunic and then mine and
slide my hands over the smooth skin of your chest and abdomen, feeling
the perfectly toned muscles under that soft skin.

You whimper as fingers tease your nipples… tickling and pinching. I
replace my fingers with my mouth and lick and nibble and you begin to
moan. Gods, even the sounds you make are perfect. I begin a trail of kisses
down your stomach; you arch your back in anticipation. With my hand I
caress your arousal through the smooth fabric. I must say I am quite
impressed, young brother. I would let you have me… or would you prefer
to be had? I rub my face against your hardness and struggle to untie your
leggings with my teeth. Slowly I pull them off and watch as your erection
is freed. My own cock is on fire, aching and burning with desire.

My tongue touches the slit at the tip of your flesh, licking off the pearl of
glistening fluid that has formed there. YOU are the most delightful potion
there is. You whisper something completely inaudible as you look at me,
your aqua eyes glazed with untamed passion. I trace the underside of your
cock from the base to the tip and then swirl my tongue around the head.
You clench at the sheets and moan loudly. I would love to just rip the rest
of my clothes off and take you now, slamming myself into you again and
again, making you scream until the pressure ingroigroin was finally
released. But I won’t do that. You have been saving yourself for me, so I
must be slow and gentle.

I take you in my mouth, swallowing your entire length Taking my time
and increasing the pace gradually. It does not take you very long. You
reach for me. I let my hand take over as I move back up to kiss your lips.
You cry into my mouth and dig your fingers into my shoulders as your
hips buck wildly and you spill yourself all over my hand and your
stomach.

I hold you, stroking your hair as your breath slowly returns to normal.
Suddenly you push me violently down on the bed and rip off my leggings,
your eyes wild.You grab the base of my erection firmly and start napping
at the tip with your tongue. “Rúmil,” the sound escapes my mouth like a
whisper in the wind. Gods, how I would love to come into that sweet,
talented mouth of yours right now as you suck and lick and nibble,
threatening to bring me over the edge.

I turn you over so that I am on top of you again, sucking on your lower lip
as I press the tip of my flesh against your tight, untouched opening. I gaze
into your trusting face for the final ok before gently pushing into you.
Feeling you tense and whimper, I stop until I feel you relax. Then I push a
little deeper, repeating the process until I am fully inside you, showering
you with reassuring kisses all the while. We lie there a while, devouring
each other’s mouths until I start to move... slowly…not wanting to cause
you any pain. A wave of relief comes over me as you begin to moan with
pleasure. Your tightness around me is almost too muchbearbear. I turn my
attention to your ear, licking and nibbling at the tip as I increase the pace.
Your moans steadily become louder and you begin pushing against me as I
thrust into you, your warm, hard cock rubbing against our bodies with
every movement.

I become aware of the force with which I am now pounding into you,
much harder than I would, this being your first time, were I not under the
influence of your cursed potion. I am drowning in pleasure better than any
orgasm I ever had, and yet I’m still not there. Desperately seeking release
I continue pushing harder and faster, making the feeling even more
intense, but still I do not come.

You begin to quiver beneath me, arching your spine, throwing your head
back, digging your nails into my skin. With every thrust you cry out
louder and louder, fueling the raging fire in me. The pleasure-driven
screams... the hot, slick fluid spurting between our bodies... the strong
fingers digging painfully into my back... the clenching of the already tight
muscles around my aching flesh… I can’t take it. Ecstasy engulfs me,
coming in waves of pure bliss which hit me again and again, making me
shudder with the intensity of it.

After what seems like an eternity, I begin to regain my senses. You are
now cradling me in your arms, stroking my hair, whispering soothing
words and I fall asleep, still inside you.

The End