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A Most Pressing Matter
Title: A Most Pressing Matter.
Author: MaelleConstance
Part: 1/1
Rating: R
Pairing: Erestor/his hand.
Disclaimer: No matter how hard I wish it, I do not own it nor do I make any profit.
Warning: silliness
Summary: Erestor must tend to a pressing need.
Feedback: If you feel like it.
A/N: I seriously don't know from where this stuff comes.
Erestor was writing a long letter for Lord Elrond when it happened. He felt it beginning slowly by a warmth in his belly. It concentrated in his groin, stirring. He felt his testicles draw closer to his body and his penis starting to hardened. It a matter of an instant and without being able to do something about it, Erestor found himself with a full-blown erection.
His formal robe was able to hide it, of course. He needed not to worry of being caught in an embarrassing position. However, the way his engorged member was trapped between his leggings and his abdomen proved to be most uncomfortable. Erestor tried shifting on his chair and pulling on his leggings but nothing worked. He felt...claustrophobic.
Erestor, being a few millennia old and experienced in all sort of domain should have known this was bound to happen. He was a hard working elf, after all; the title of "Lord Elrond's Chief Advisor" was not honorific in any way. He really was doing the job and being the perfectionist that he was, Erestor concentrated all his energies in his work. The result was that he had no time for the simpler aspects of life like hobbies and entertainment. Erestor barely took time to maintain his living status properly by eating and sleeping. You can imagine how low on his list the pursuit of the pleasures of the flesh was. It almost made him mad that his body would betray him by demanding food, sleep or release. The fact was that it did have demands and it was now asking for attention in a most spectacular way.
The Advisor sighed. He knew this erection was not going to go away by itself. He would have to make it go away. Sitting back in his chair, Erestor tried to remember the last time he had indulged in a little hand performance. Has it been that long? No wonder he felt he was about to explode. All he had to do was to find a discreet and quiet place and everything would be fine.
A noise caught his attention. Melpomaen was moving books around. Erestor wondered how his assistant was dealing with this kind of problem. Perhaps it was his aroused state but suddenly, the younger elf looked quite attractive. Erestor found himself wanting to touch his auburn hair, to feel if it was as soft as it looked. The Advisor thought about Mel's beautiful face and asked himself what expression it showed in the midst of passion. His cock twitched at the thoughts. Erestor realized he needed to retreat to his quarters, badly. Unless he wanted his assistant to give him a hand? Chuckling lightly, the dark hair elf got up and made for the door.
-Melpomaen, kindly tell Lord Elrond that I will be back shortly, if he asks for me.
-Yes, my Lord.
Erestor thought that he would be able to reach his chambers without anything interfering but he was wrong. It seemed that everybody had something to say to him. Somehow, as it did with Melpomaen, his painful erection gave those in his way an erotic aura he could not shake away. The first to interrupt his quest for release was Glorfindel.
-Erestor wait! Where are you going in such a hurry?
-Nowhere important, really. How may I help you?
-As you can see, I was just training with the guards when I realize that my report was due today.
Erestor could very well see. Glorfindel was glistening with sweat and his scent was driving the Advisor mad with desire. He could see a drop of perspiration rolling down the Balrog Slayer's collarbone and disappearing into his tunic. Erestor was almost overwhelmed with the desire to lick his friend clean.
-That is all right, Glorfindel; just bring it when it is finished. I really have to go now.
-Thank you!
Glorfindel had never thought to be dismissed so easily. He did not even get a lecture! The Golden Lord went his way with a big smile on his face. The second elf who crossed Erestor' path was Lindir.
-My Lord! he called; I was just thinking about you!
-Is that so? Please be quick, Lindir; I do not have much time.
-I am sorry to have to delay you, my Lord; I wanted to give to you a list of the songs I thought might be appropriate for Lady Arwen's return party.
Lindir was in fact holding a piece of parchment. When Erestor was about to take it, a gust of wind came by and the parchment flew over the railing.
-Oh! shouted Lindir.
Without hesitation, he bent over the railing trying to pick up the piece of paper which was now resting on a bed of flowers. He offered, unknowingly, a first grade view of his firm buttocks to an already overexcited Erestor. The Advisor almost whimpered at the sight. He wanted to touch the exquisite ass so bad it hurt. His hard-on was going nowhere, in fact, Erestor thought it went even harder. His raised hand had almost reached the delectable behind when Lindir turned around and shoved the parchment in it.
-There you go, my Lord.
-Thank you, I will look at it.
Lindir left, to Erestor's relief. Fondling other elves would not do well to his reputation. The Advisor wondered now if he could finally reach his quarters in peace. He started to walk, although a bit awkwardly. Each step sent a vibration to his already aching cock. He looked down at his robe to make sure there were no visible spot on it. That is how he walked right into Elrohir.
-Master Erestor! I am so sorry!
-Do not apologize, Elrohir I am at fault; I was not looking to where I was going.
-Me neither. In fact, I was in a hurry because I am already late. Elladan is waiting for me at the river. We are going swimming.
-Have a nice afternoon then.
-A good afternoon to you too, Master.
For a few seconds, Erestor was relieved that this encounter had not turned into more sexual frustration for him when the thoughts of naked twins, swimming, started to fill his head. Naked Elladan and Elrohir, their pale skin under the sun floating in the water, their wonderful attributes displayed for everyone to see... When he bumped into his chambers' door, Erestor was almost drooling. He tried to chastise himself: "You should not think of them that way; they once were your pupils! They are your Lord's sons! You are nothing but an old perverted goat" but that did not work very well. As soon as the door was closed behind him, he threw his clothes all over the place and finally took his aching member in hand.
Later, when he came back to his office, Melpomaen asked him:
-Are you all right, my Lord?
-I am fine, Mel. Everything is back to normal.
Melpomaen did not understand what Erestor meant. He raised his shoulders in that effect and passed by the Advisor to get more documents. Erestor noticed how good his young assistant smelled... and felt, once again, a stirring in his cock. Erestor of Imladris let his head hit the table in defeat.
La Fin.
Author: MaelleConstance
Part: 1/1
Rating: R
Pairing: Erestor/his hand.
Disclaimer: No matter how hard I wish it, I do not own it nor do I make any profit.
Warning: silliness
Summary: Erestor must tend to a pressing need.
Feedback: If you feel like it.
A/N: I seriously don't know from where this stuff comes.
Erestor was writing a long letter for Lord Elrond when it happened. He felt it beginning slowly by a warmth in his belly. It concentrated in his groin, stirring. He felt his testicles draw closer to his body and his penis starting to hardened. It a matter of an instant and without being able to do something about it, Erestor found himself with a full-blown erection.
His formal robe was able to hide it, of course. He needed not to worry of being caught in an embarrassing position. However, the way his engorged member was trapped between his leggings and his abdomen proved to be most uncomfortable. Erestor tried shifting on his chair and pulling on his leggings but nothing worked. He felt...claustrophobic.
Erestor, being a few millennia old and experienced in all sort of domain should have known this was bound to happen. He was a hard working elf, after all; the title of "Lord Elrond's Chief Advisor" was not honorific in any way. He really was doing the job and being the perfectionist that he was, Erestor concentrated all his energies in his work. The result was that he had no time for the simpler aspects of life like hobbies and entertainment. Erestor barely took time to maintain his living status properly by eating and sleeping. You can imagine how low on his list the pursuit of the pleasures of the flesh was. It almost made him mad that his body would betray him by demanding food, sleep or release. The fact was that it did have demands and it was now asking for attention in a most spectacular way.
The Advisor sighed. He knew this erection was not going to go away by itself. He would have to make it go away. Sitting back in his chair, Erestor tried to remember the last time he had indulged in a little hand performance. Has it been that long? No wonder he felt he was about to explode. All he had to do was to find a discreet and quiet place and everything would be fine.
A noise caught his attention. Melpomaen was moving books around. Erestor wondered how his assistant was dealing with this kind of problem. Perhaps it was his aroused state but suddenly, the younger elf looked quite attractive. Erestor found himself wanting to touch his auburn hair, to feel if it was as soft as it looked. The Advisor thought about Mel's beautiful face and asked himself what expression it showed in the midst of passion. His cock twitched at the thoughts. Erestor realized he needed to retreat to his quarters, badly. Unless he wanted his assistant to give him a hand? Chuckling lightly, the dark hair elf got up and made for the door.
-Melpomaen, kindly tell Lord Elrond that I will be back shortly, if he asks for me.
-Yes, my Lord.
Erestor thought that he would be able to reach his chambers without anything interfering but he was wrong. It seemed that everybody had something to say to him. Somehow, as it did with Melpomaen, his painful erection gave those in his way an erotic aura he could not shake away. The first to interrupt his quest for release was Glorfindel.
-Erestor wait! Where are you going in such a hurry?
-Nowhere important, really. How may I help you?
-As you can see, I was just training with the guards when I realize that my report was due today.
Erestor could very well see. Glorfindel was glistening with sweat and his scent was driving the Advisor mad with desire. He could see a drop of perspiration rolling down the Balrog Slayer's collarbone and disappearing into his tunic. Erestor was almost overwhelmed with the desire to lick his friend clean.
-That is all right, Glorfindel; just bring it when it is finished. I really have to go now.
-Thank you!
Glorfindel had never thought to be dismissed so easily. He did not even get a lecture! The Golden Lord went his way with a big smile on his face. The second elf who crossed Erestor' path was Lindir.
-My Lord! he called; I was just thinking about you!
-Is that so? Please be quick, Lindir; I do not have much time.
-I am sorry to have to delay you, my Lord; I wanted to give to you a list of the songs I thought might be appropriate for Lady Arwen's return party.
Lindir was in fact holding a piece of parchment. When Erestor was about to take it, a gust of wind came by and the parchment flew over the railing.
-Oh! shouted Lindir.
Without hesitation, he bent over the railing trying to pick up the piece of paper which was now resting on a bed of flowers. He offered, unknowingly, a first grade view of his firm buttocks to an already overexcited Erestor. The Advisor almost whimpered at the sight. He wanted to touch the exquisite ass so bad it hurt. His hard-on was going nowhere, in fact, Erestor thought it went even harder. His raised hand had almost reached the delectable behind when Lindir turned around and shoved the parchment in it.
-There you go, my Lord.
-Thank you, I will look at it.
Lindir left, to Erestor's relief. Fondling other elves would not do well to his reputation. The Advisor wondered now if he could finally reach his quarters in peace. He started to walk, although a bit awkwardly. Each step sent a vibration to his already aching cock. He looked down at his robe to make sure there were no visible spot on it. That is how he walked right into Elrohir.
-Master Erestor! I am so sorry!
-Do not apologize, Elrohir I am at fault; I was not looking to where I was going.
-Me neither. In fact, I was in a hurry because I am already late. Elladan is waiting for me at the river. We are going swimming.
-Have a nice afternoon then.
-A good afternoon to you too, Master.
For a few seconds, Erestor was relieved that this encounter had not turned into more sexual frustration for him when the thoughts of naked twins, swimming, started to fill his head. Naked Elladan and Elrohir, their pale skin under the sun floating in the water, their wonderful attributes displayed for everyone to see... When he bumped into his chambers' door, Erestor was almost drooling. He tried to chastise himself: "You should not think of them that way; they once were your pupils! They are your Lord's sons! You are nothing but an old perverted goat" but that did not work very well. As soon as the door was closed behind him, he threw his clothes all over the place and finally took his aching member in hand.
Later, when he came back to his office, Melpomaen asked him:
-Are you all right, my Lord?
-I am fine, Mel. Everything is back to normal.
Melpomaen did not understand what Erestor meant. He raised his shoulders in that effect and passed by the Advisor to get more documents. Erestor noticed how good his young assistant smelled... and felt, once again, a stirring in his cock. Erestor of Imladris let his head hit the table in defeat.
La Fin.