Wrestling
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,727
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Wrestling
Title: Wrestling
Author: Ivory Wolf
Summary: youfic. you and glorfindel wrestling. have fun. *winks*
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Glorfindel and you
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Glorfindel, you
Betas: myself
Author’s notes: below
*Disclaimer: i don't own lord of the rings or the characters except for you. i don't make any money off of this.
To aCharmedOne. I took you’re review to heart and hope that you enjoy this one. ^_^ Please review.
Ivory Wolf
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You grunt as you push against the sword with your own. Sweat is sliding down your back and you’re sure your face is red after fighting for so long. Suddenly, you feel your legs get kicked out from under you and you fall onto your butt. You gulp when you feel the blade pressed lightly against your skin and look up to see Glorfindel looking down on you with a cocky grin on his face.
“I win,” he states.
You roll your eyes at the comment. “Of course you won, Nel, you were fighting against someone who’s never held a sword before, let alone fight with one.”
“Are you saying that you could take me down if it was hand to hand?”
“I’m saying that I’d have a better chance,” you state.
“I’ll take you up on your challenge.” He tosses his sword aside and helps you up as you toss yours aside as well.
“Fine. But just for you to know, I was raised with five brothers who loved to wrestle.”
“I’ll remember that when I have you underneath me.”
“Keep talking like that and I might purposely lose,” you joke. He gives you a wink before tackling you to the ground. You quickly flip him over so you are sitting on top of him. “You tried to cheat.”
“Yeah, but it didn’t work.” He tries to roll over, but you have a good hold on him so he stays in place. “It seems as though your brothers have taught you well.”
“Yes, but they didn’t enjoy it as much as you,” you tease.
He blushes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lies.
“Liar,” you grin, feeling the impressive bulge press against you as you remain on top.
“I don’t,” he repeats.
“Really?” you smile wickedly before rolling your hips, forcing a gasp from his lips. “Still don’t know what I’m talking about?” He shakes his head so you grind against him. He cries out and thrusts his hips up for more contact. You gasp and through your head back as you continue to rub yourself against him. You lean down and kiss him, enjoying the feel of his tongue probing your mouth.
It’s not until both of you are panting that you realize there’s only one thing separating you from being skin to skin with the god-like creature who is flushed underneath you. Clothes. You quickly pull away and rip off his shit, feeling the hard muscles underneath. He catches on and takes off your shirt. You lose contact but a moment to get off the boots, pants, and finally the underwear. With the garments finally gone, you push him back down and straddle him again.
“I take it you want to me on top,” he smiles.
“I think I’ve earned it,” you reply as you caress his member. “Don’t you?” He moans in response and closes his eyes, savoring your touch.
You position yourself above him and force yourself to slowly go down his member. When you finally reach his hilt, you release the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You look down on him and feel like you could cum then and there. His golden hair is spread about him, his cheeks are flushed, and his tongue keeps licking his bruised lips in such an erotic motion through his pants. His normally ocean blue eyes are nearly black with lust as he stares deeply into yours, making you whimper with need.
His hands caress your breasts, causing you to moan. “Please,” he begs. You begin to ride him hard, knowing that’s what both of you want. His moans encourage you until you’re slamming down as hard and fast as you can. Your moans fill the air as yoll tll the orgasm build up.
Suddenly, you feel yourself being rolled over so Glorfindel is on top. He hooks your legs in his arms and guides them over your shoulders. He then thrusts into you and you cry out. You grab hard onto his back and his continues his rhythm, going deeper into you than you could ever imagine. You don’t last long and hit your orgasm hard. You scream loudly and feel his lips upon yours, catching the sound in his mouth as he passionately kisses you. You feel his body tense up and he cries your name into your mouth.
He lays his head on your shoulder and kisses it as you stroke his hair affectionately. You are both content with laying on the grass, not caring about the fact that anyone could discovery you easily.
“You know what?” he asks.
“Hm…”
“I think we should wrestle more often.”
“Me too.”
The End.
Author: Ivory Wolf
Summary: youfic. you and glorfindel wrestling. have fun. *winks*
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Glorfindel and you
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Glorfindel, you
Betas: myself
Author’s notes: below
*Disclaimer: i don't own lord of the rings or the characters except for you. i don't make any money off of this.
To aCharmedOne. I took you’re review to heart and hope that you enjoy this one. ^_^ Please review.
Ivory Wolf
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You grunt as you push against the sword with your own. Sweat is sliding down your back and you’re sure your face is red after fighting for so long. Suddenly, you feel your legs get kicked out from under you and you fall onto your butt. You gulp when you feel the blade pressed lightly against your skin and look up to see Glorfindel looking down on you with a cocky grin on his face.
“I win,” he states.
You roll your eyes at the comment. “Of course you won, Nel, you were fighting against someone who’s never held a sword before, let alone fight with one.”
“Are you saying that you could take me down if it was hand to hand?”
“I’m saying that I’d have a better chance,” you state.
“I’ll take you up on your challenge.” He tosses his sword aside and helps you up as you toss yours aside as well.
“Fine. But just for you to know, I was raised with five brothers who loved to wrestle.”
“I’ll remember that when I have you underneath me.”
“Keep talking like that and I might purposely lose,” you joke. He gives you a wink before tackling you to the ground. You quickly flip him over so you are sitting on top of him. “You tried to cheat.”
“Yeah, but it didn’t work.” He tries to roll over, but you have a good hold on him so he stays in place. “It seems as though your brothers have taught you well.”
“Yes, but they didn’t enjoy it as much as you,” you tease.
He blushes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lies.
“Liar,” you grin, feeling the impressive bulge press against you as you remain on top.
“I don’t,” he repeats.
“Really?” you smile wickedly before rolling your hips, forcing a gasp from his lips. “Still don’t know what I’m talking about?” He shakes his head so you grind against him. He cries out and thrusts his hips up for more contact. You gasp and through your head back as you continue to rub yourself against him. You lean down and kiss him, enjoying the feel of his tongue probing your mouth.
It’s not until both of you are panting that you realize there’s only one thing separating you from being skin to skin with the god-like creature who is flushed underneath you. Clothes. You quickly pull away and rip off his shit, feeling the hard muscles underneath. He catches on and takes off your shirt. You lose contact but a moment to get off the boots, pants, and finally the underwear. With the garments finally gone, you push him back down and straddle him again.
“I take it you want to me on top,” he smiles.
“I think I’ve earned it,” you reply as you caress his member. “Don’t you?” He moans in response and closes his eyes, savoring your touch.
You position yourself above him and force yourself to slowly go down his member. When you finally reach his hilt, you release the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You look down on him and feel like you could cum then and there. His golden hair is spread about him, his cheeks are flushed, and his tongue keeps licking his bruised lips in such an erotic motion through his pants. His normally ocean blue eyes are nearly black with lust as he stares deeply into yours, making you whimper with need.
His hands caress your breasts, causing you to moan. “Please,” he begs. You begin to ride him hard, knowing that’s what both of you want. His moans encourage you until you’re slamming down as hard and fast as you can. Your moans fill the air as yoll tll the orgasm build up.
Suddenly, you feel yourself being rolled over so Glorfindel is on top. He hooks your legs in his arms and guides them over your shoulders. He then thrusts into you and you cry out. You grab hard onto his back and his continues his rhythm, going deeper into you than you could ever imagine. You don’t last long and hit your orgasm hard. You scream loudly and feel his lips upon yours, catching the sound in his mouth as he passionately kisses you. You feel his body tense up and he cries your name into your mouth.
He lays his head on your shoulder and kisses it as you stroke his hair affectionately. You are both content with laying on the grass, not caring about the fact that anyone could discovery you easily.
“You know what?” he asks.
“Hm…”
“I think we should wrestle more often.”
“Me too.”
The End.