Wonderland

Author: Bein Aranel
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I know he’s watching me. I can feel his eyes on my back.

Watching me sleeping, but I am really waiting for him.

I can smell his scent on the breeze that floats in from early summer afternoon. Warm and intoxicating.

I hear him sigh as he realizes I am awake.

“How long have you been awake?”

“How long have you been watching me?” I say and I hear the smile in his voice, matching my own.

“Too long.” I can barely hear his feet quietly making their way to the bed on which I have currently claimed as my own.

The bed shifts under his weight and gravity brings my body closer to his. His hands spread across my body and over the blanket until his body is pressed against my back and his head is on my shoulder.

“Roll over.”

“I do not wish to.”

“Why?” He laughs as I bury my face further into the pillow. He buries one hand in my hair and wraps, unwraps, the golden strands around his fingers.

“I am content. I am warm. I am spent.”

At this he truly laughs as I glare at him over my shoulder.

“The mighty Glorfindel? Seneschal of Imladris? Lord of the Golden Flower? And Balrog Slayer to boot, is spent?”

I had to laugh. “Aye, he is.”

“Nay, I doubt that highly.” His lips are soft as a feather ghosting across my shoulder. “For you, hir-nîn, are never spent, just overly comfortable. That, I believe I can remedy.”

The seductiveness in his voice would be evident to an elfling and is far from lost on me. I desire.

Though I would not admit it, yet.

“And how, may I ask, would you achieve this task, lirimaer?”

No response other than a warm hand that traces light patterns on my arm as the other graces its way down my ribs causing me to squirm out of harms way all the while and my dark one laughs at my giggles. Who would have ever thought ‘Glorfindel, the Balrog Slayer’ **I cringe** could giggle? Only a quiet councilor, who would of course be the cause of them.

“Erestor… do you find my giggling amusing?” Sarcastically spat but even I cannot contain my laughter at the mirth in his eyes all at my expense.

“Oh, terribly, Glorfindel.” His hand has not completed its search.

Said wondering hand skims over my chest and finds the soft nub for which it was questing. He purrs in my ear as my laughter is silenced by a sharp intake of breath.

Light pinches to the nub and soft strokes and my desire is quickly rising. My heart has quickened as he licks my neck, blowing softly against the moistened skin sending a chill through me. The things to come.

“Are you still comfortable, melamin?” He whispers into my ear.

“Yes, very.” Such a lie. He knows it.

“Mmm, I may have to try harder then.”

“Aye, perhaps.”

“Aye, Glorfindel,” he sighs as he slips off the bed, much to my disappointment. He crosses in front of my vision, he wears naught but a slim robe, so much to be seen, so little to cover it.

He does not glance at me as he lays himself across the lounge near the balcony. He lazily runs his fingers across the ‘v’ the robe has left open to his touch. His eyes close as his fingers graze lower and his breath quickens ever slightly while his fingers manipulate the tiny nubs hidden to my gaze. Such a shame.

His other hand comes from behind the back of the lounge and is placed on pale a thigh, feather light touches cause him to smile lightly. The smile fades as his hand has found its target. The fabric of the robe is slowly shifting from side to side, but never removed. His breathing has become ever the more shallow while his hand lazily pumps his shaft.

My breathing has quickened in time with his. A fire lit within my veins at the merest site of watching my lover pleasuring himself, all for my benefit. Or is it his own? I care not.

A hand steals itself across my member as I imagine it is my hand around him, not his own. I can feel his pleasure in my head. In all our years together, the sight of him pleasing himself, even if not for my benefit, never ceases to entrance.

I can feel his eyes on me, I hadn’t realized I had shut mine.

“Still comfortable?” His beautiful face is slightly pink and his breathing is quickened. His eyes have become near black. A site in which my member responds willingly to.

“Aye.” Such a lie.

Gracefully, as if nothing is impairing him, much to my awe, he steps toward the bed without revealing anymore of that enticing skin which the robe still expertly conceals. I have to roll on to my back to keep eye contact with him, something I could not turn away from if I wished to.

“These,” he says as he places a hand on my blankets, “could be what is making you so uncomfortable.”

My brow furrows as I stare at my mate. “Uncomfortable? I am n--,” the words do not come as he strips the blanket from the bed in an easy motion, leaving my body bare to his hungry eyes.

“I am very uncomfortable.” He smiles slyly at my comment.

“I think I can remedy that,” he says as his voice has become husky and glint of mischief can be seen in his eyes. Oh, how I desire.

“And how, may I ask, would you achieve this task?” My own voice as husky, my body stirs under his gaze.

The dark beauty prowls on to the bed, he reminds me of a hunting cat, sitting on his heels as he places a warm hand on my feet. Leaning forward he kisses the top of my foot, lightly flicking his tongue as his kisses venture further upwards. One hand has become preoccupied by flowing up and down the inside of my thigh. I can feel the flush coming to my face and the blood rushing through my limbs. His tongue leaves a hot trail in its wake as I spread my thighs, inviting more of that tongue to take what it wishes.

“Eager are we?” He laughs lightly as he kisses the inside of my thigh.

“I wasn’t, but you have a way of getting what you want.” How I wish that mouth would travel a little higher.

“Aye, I do.” His voice is enough to undo me at this point. Oh yes, he always gets what he wants.

He lifts himself gently away from my legs and in an instant his hands are on either side of my head, he hovers over me while a satisfied grin.

“Uncomfortable?”

I raise my hips in desperate need of contact, none comes. “Terribly.”

“Good.”

“Eres—,” My lips are captured in a rough kiss which sets my mouth afire. My hands are buried in his raven mane as his gently trace my ear. I release a deep moan at the fingers which are gently kneading the sensitive tip, a moan which is echoed by my lover. A questing tongue forces my lips apart, matching his eagerness, my tongue delving into the warm crevasses of his mouth. My lover always tastes sweet, like warm honeyed almonds. The sweetness goes to my head as my hips inadvertently raise and encounter a warm hip. I now notice the erection pressing against my thigh.

I smile into the kiss and raise my leg enough to rub my lover. He moans deeply into the kiss, half thrusting against my leg. The sound of his moan has broken me, I can hold back no longer. I need to feel.

Before he can register my actions, I have slipped my arms around his waist and turned him onto his back, leveling my weight on my arms so as not to crush him. His eyes clearly show the surprise, but he smiles and pulls me down onto him, kissing me deeply once more.

I break our kiss, much to his dismay, but I quickly make it up to him and I run my tongue across his lips. I leave light kisses across his smooth jaw and neck as my hands toy with his soft nipples. His hands have become fists in the sheets, knuckles pale pink.

I lean down and capture one rosey bud with my lips, he arches slightly at the sudden heat. “Aiya, ner.”

My teeth lightly graze the nub causing him to hiss in both pleasure and pain. My hand seeks the other nub, pulling and pinching it causing him to whimper. He can feel the grin he has caused to form on my face.

“Laugh it up,” he replies in a deep voice which sends shivers of pleasure through shoulders, “I’ll get you yet.” I devour the other nub, effectively silencing his taunts yet pulling a startled yelp from his rose-red lips. My hand toys with the other over sensitized nub which causes him to thrust onto my stomach. “Saes, Glorfindel.”

He glares at me as I pull away completely, but nearly screams as I suck the tip of his weeping member into my mouth. His hands are buried deep in my hair in an effort to keep himself grounded. I won’t let that happen.

I run my tongue around the tip, swirling and lapping at the weeping slit, he tastes of strong honey, my favorite. My mouth is released to run my tongue up the shaft, tracing the throbbing vein underneath, the moans coming from my lover grow exceedingly louder causing my erection to throb. I cannot stop the moan that escapes my lips which causes him to arch higher, placing my hands on alabaster thighs to still their movement as I relax my throat and swallow him whole.

The hands that are in my hair pull hard but this only increases my need. Closing my eyes to the precious sounds he makes I pull back and thrust my lips back down, sucking hard with each outward motion. His moans have become clearer and louder, yet suddenly he pulls my hair a little harder than necessary causing me to stop.

I glance up to see what I may have done wrong but those eyes are blacker than his hair and engulfed in lust. “Nay, inside me.” I can deny him nothing.

My hand bolted to the nightstand drawer at his command, fishing out the small bottle of oil, our best friend. Lifting his legs onto my shoulders I uncap the bottle and I pour some on my fingers reaching out and lightly touch his body’s entrance. I stare at his face as my circling fingers probe deeper past the guardian ring. His face flushes a deeper shade of rose and his breathing quickens as his eyes shut but I can feel him relax. I add a second and scissor my fingers while his body relaxes to the intrusion. A third and he is pushing back on my fingers. I bend my finger slightly and he gasps suddenly as his legs stiffen. The ecstasy he is experiencing causes me to moan as I continue to rub the soft gland.

“Now, Glorfindel, saes,” his pleas have become desperate.

Only to happy to comply, I pour more oil into my hand and languorously stroke my member, with the combination of his pants and my need of him, any harder and I would be undone. Positioning myself carefully I breech his entrance and wait for the ring to relax. I push in slowly, sheathing myself to the hilt, holding myself up fully on my hands. His hands are my shoulders and holding me in place, the tight velvet heat surrounding every crevice of myself.

He reaches up pulling my head down and kisses my bruised lips as his hips thrust of their own accord. I pull back slowly, nearly leaving his body and thrust in brutally as his teeth graze my lower lip. He yelps and throws his head back while I groan loudly.

A pale neck is exposed and I cannot keep myself from attaching my mouth to it as I pull out and thrust deeply once more. His groan causes me to thrust ever the faster. The bliss I feel emanates throughout my body. He wraps his long legs around my waist and my next thrust reaches his sweet spot causing him to yell and his hands grasp tightly at my shoulders.

I aim for the spot with every other thrust, yet I know neither of us will last long even if I try to avoid the gland. Our breathing has become ragged and thrusts harsh, I reach between our bodies and take him in hand, pumping in time with my thrusts. His lips capture mine and I can feel myself loosing control, the wave begins in my lower belly and spreads to my legs.

He rips his mouth from mine as his back arches off the bed, his body spasms around my member pulling my orgasm from me and warmth spreads over my hand. I fall over the edge as the wave crashes onto my body so powerfully I collapsed into my forearms as my body shudders violently and fills my lover with my essence.

“Glorfindel!”

“Ai, Erestor!”

I rest my head against his sweaty brow as his legs fall from my waist and warm hands rub up and down my back. I slowly pull out and can immediately feel a loss from the other half of me. Rolling onto my back I open my arms which are filled with warm elf and a raven head takes it familiar place under my chin. I wrap my arms around my beloved as a sleepy voice is heard from my beautiful lover.

“Comfortable?”

“Always, ind nîn.”

“Mmm…. amin mela lle, Glorfindel.”

“Ar’ amin lle, Erestor,” I reply, pressing a soft kiss to the ebony strands of an elf who’s passionate and loving fire would put a Balrog to shame.

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Elven translations:

hir nîn = my lord
lirimaer = lovely one
melamin = my love
aiya = oh
ner = more
saes = please
ind-nîn = my heart
amin mela lle = i love you
ar’ amin lle = and i you