A Hunting We Will Go

Erestor stared at a spot on the wall just left of Lord Elrond’s ear. His infamous blank mask was firmly in place. “They have taken Prince Faramir where?”

“Hunting,” Lord Elrond glanced at the mural over his shoulder, wondering what could have his advisor’s undivided attention in the ancient pigment. “My sons thought that Prince Faramir would enjoy the outing.”

“Lord Elrond,” Erestor said with his eyes still fixed on the wall, “is it wise to send the Prince out into the wilds unescorted?”

Elrond picked up a book off his desk and put it into a box being readied for the trip to the Gray Havens. “I assure you that my sons are capable of handling one human prince.”

“Yes, I’m sure they are,” Erestor avoided thinking about how the young Peredhel would ‘handle’ Prince Faramir. “When do you anticipate their return?”

“Oh, I’d give it a day or two. It shouldn’t take them long to run a few game to ground.”

Erestor developed a mental image of Faramir tied hand to foot with the Peredhil twins leaning over him and blinked. “I look forward to seeing what they bring back. Is there anything else, Lord Elrond?”

*~*

Faramir rode between Elrohir and Elladan. He’d become accustomed to sitting between them, sleeping between them, bathing between them. They’d become like extensions of himself in the past few days. He felt oddly at peace with the constant companionship. He didn’t feel crowded or rushed, rather he felt completed and comforted by their continuous presence. For one who’d spent his life longing for true companionship and love, the twins were god-sent.

The ancient forest created a dappled canopy over their heads and to west a deep ravine sheered away several hundred feet before becoming a stream bed.  The air thrummed with the sound of birdsong and insects. Sweet smells of woods and wildflowers filled their nostrils. Faramir had learned that Lord Elrond’s powers protected the valley for many centuries, but that with the destruction of the One Ring, the power that had kept Rivendell and the elves hidden was fading.

As the sun sank below the horizon, Elladan pointed to a low, stone shelter. “That is where we will camp tonight.”

Elrohir added his own information. “It is comfortable, well stocked with firewood and bedding. Raiding parties used to use it when we were trying to keep the orcs out of the valley.”

They dismounted in front of the building and placed their horses in separate shelter. Afterwards, they gathered fresh water and took their limited provisions inside. The building was a one-room affair with a large stone fireplace taking up the back wall. Wooden bunks and a large table with benches took up two walls and the center of the room.

Elladan went around lighting lanterns while his brother got a fire started in the fireplace. Faramir unloaded their light packs. “It is very cozy here.”

“We elves do like our comforts, even when hunting,” Elladan smiled.

With the fire blazing merrily, the twins drew out a bottle of wine and some prepared venison that they placed in caldron of water along with dried herbs and root vegetables. The heavy cast iron pot was pushed over the fire to simmer.

“Now,” said Elrohir as he knelt before Faramir, who leaned with one hip on the table, and placed his elegant hands on the strong thighs. “We should see to our other comforts while dinner is cooking.”

Faramir glanced down at the elf kneeling before him and offered a smile of genuine pleasure. “By all means, my love.” His hands came down into Elrohir’s dark hair and he pressed the elf’s face into his crotch.

Elladan swirled his fingertip in his wine goblet. “Greedy elfling,” he said as he licked the sweet red wine from his finger.

Faramir lifted his eyes and gave Elladan a measured stare. “Have you not learned that there is enough of me to share?”

Elladan set aside his wine and move to kneel next to his brother. “Move,” he ordered as he snuggled his way closer. Elrohir obeyed and in no time they had Faramir’s breeches shoved down around his booted ankles and his semi-erect cock in their palms.

Using the table for support, Faramir watched in utter fascination as the twins lowered their mouths to him. His own mouth opened in a surprised and delighted ‘o’ as two tongues began licking his cock, caressing it with their wet heat, sliding up and down the stiffening length. Elrohir buried his face against the light brown curls surrounding Faramir’s cock and inhaled the musky scent before swiping his tongue over cherry-red and swollen balls. Elladan ran his tongue over Faramir’s slit, as he knew the man liked it. While Elladan held Faramir’s rigid cock, Elrohir’s hands roamed over Faramir’s lower belly, mussing the fine hairs.

Faramir stared in wonder as the twins sucked and licked him. The sensation of duel tongues sent his mind and body reeling with the pleasure of it. His toes curled inside his boots as Elrohir sucked his balls into his mouth and Elladan flicked his tongue roughly over the slit, gathering droplets of pre-cum onto his tongue. He heard the little mewling sounds coming from the twins and he began to pant even more, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his desire grew.

At last Elladan looked up. “Come down here, beautiful, so that we may worship you properly.”

A boneless Faramir slid away from the table and down to the floor at the elf’s command. Clothes were removed; boots kicked aside. The three lay tangled, naked and aroused, in each others’ arms while they kissed and nipped at exposed flesh. Bite marks overlaid bite marks and flush skin still showed faint bruising from previous love-making. Each mark was touched, caressed, loved. Nipples were taken into eager mouths and sucked to sensitive pebbles or twisted and pinched until the recipient writhed and moaned. Slowly the tangle of limbs sorted itself out so that Faramir lay on his side with Elladan’s cock in his mouth. He opened his mouth wide, taking Elladan as far as he could while his tongue worked furiously on the underside, pressing against the pulsing blue vein. Elladan lay with his leg propped up and licked Elrohir’s cock from tip to base in long, languid strokes while Elrohir greedily sucked Faramir’s balls and stroked the weeping cock with his free hand.

Firelight and lamplight played over their flushed skin as they lay on the cold floor. The smell of venison stew mingled with the musky smell of sex and sweat. The hiss and crackle of the fire was accompanied by little sighs and moans.

At last Elladan allowed Elrohir’s cock to slip from his mouth and glanced at Faramir. He smiled as he watched the beautiful human pleasure him. The red-gold hair glowed in the light and sweat matted the sensuous hairs on his chest. Muscles rippled beneath pale skin. He shifted, pulling from Faramir’s mouth. “Much more of that, beautiful, and I will spend myself on your lips.”

“We couldn’t have that, now could we?” Faramir teased as he held fast to Elladan’s ankle. “Come, let me show you the other uses for my tongue.”

Quickly, Elladan positioned himself over Faramir’s face and found himself firmly grasped around his hips and pulled down until he could feel the man’s breath on his entrance. He whimpered in anticipation and his whimpers quickly turned to delighted moans as Faramir’s tongue circled the ridged muscles of his opening. When a wriggling, wet tongue plunged into him, Elladan arched his back and pressed down until teeth scraped his tender skin.

Elrohir climbed up Faramir’s body so that their cocks were aligned atop the man’s stomach. He lowered his head and took his brother fully then, engulfing him in moist heat. Hands tangled in his hair, holding him firmly in place as Elladan began rocking slowly. He rubbed his cock against Faramir’s and both muscles twitched in response.

The equal sensation of penetration and delightful sucking elicited sharp cries from Elladan. His head dropped back and his glossy hair fell down around his hips and trailed over Faramir’s fingers. The tension built within him and he keened louder and louder as Faramir plunged in and out of his opening, pausing long enough to roll and swirl his tongue before withdrawing it again. When he could take no more of the sweet torture, he pulled roughly on his brother’s hair. “Enough, the both of you, enough, I pray.” The words spilled from his lips in a gasping rush.

Elrohir lifted his head. “Then I pray you move, bossy elfling. ‘Tis my turn to sample the talents of our beautiful one.”

Faramir couldn’t help laughing as the brothers switched places. The game between them--part competition and part teasing--never ceased to amuse him. Their love for each other was obvious, clearly as obvious as their love for him. Somehow, knowing how they felt about each other only made what they shared with him all the more special. “Come, Elrohir,” he held open his hands. “I would not see you deprived.”

Elrohir took his brother’s place and settled comfortably on his folded legs. With the first touch of Faramir’s tongue, the elf threw back his head with a delighted hiss. Meanwhile, Elladan settled himself between Faramir’s legs and pushed the man’s knees up. He knelt there, with Faramir’s legs over his shoulders and his hands holding the firm mounds open, and stared at the puckered opening for a moment, remembering the times he’d plunged his tongue or his fingers or his cock into the tight passage. He licked his lips once and then lowered his head and placed his tongue on the ring. He felt it clench at the invasion and then relax as he thrust past the barrier. He rolled and flexed his tongue and then withdrew it to roughly graze the outer ring again and Faramir’s heels dug against his shoulder blades. The tip of his cock grated against the floor as he knelt, but he hardly noticed as he concentrated on his ministrations.

After a few moments, Faramir pinched Elrohir’s buttocks. “I would put more inside you than my tongue.”

Elrohir needed no other invitation and climbed away from the man’s face only to straddle his hips, forcing Elladan to give up his coveted position. Reaching behind him, he steadied Faramir’s cock and slowly lowered himself onto it. His muscles, relaxed and well slicked from Faramir’s tongue, gave reluctantly. They stretched wider and wider to accommodate Faramir’s girth. Elrohir moaned as he was breached. He felt hands grab his waist and he leaned back with his eyes closed, knowing that it was Elladan who steadied him. He pushed down, allowing his body to grow comfortable with the intrusion. He felt his muscles clenching and unclenching around Faramir’s cock, as if milking it.

Elladan stared down at the joined bodies and licked his lips. The sight of his brother impaled on Faramir’s cock was tantalizing. The barrier ring was stretched tight and smooth. The vein of the man’s cock throbbed faintly. With his hands still holding his brother steady, he scooted forward and nudged his own cock against the opening.

Elrohir felt his brother nudging his hole and he hissed and cried out as the muscle was again breached. His hands dug into Faramir’s shoulders as he fell forward. His back arched and his jaw clenched.

Faramir felt it, too, and he held himself still and crooned to Elrohir. He wasn’t at all sure such a thing was possible, but even so, he found the though doubly arousing. Dark hair flowed into his face and onto his chest as he stroked his hands down Elrohir’s lower back. “Breathe, Elrohir, just breath and relax.”

“Aye, brother, relax,” Elladan encouraged as his cock slid slowly into the tight passage. It ground against Faramir’s and the elf gritted his own teeth. The passage was impossibly tight and hot. He could feel Faramir’s cock throbbing next to his and it was all he could do to remain patient as he sank to the hilt inside his brother. “Tis done, Elrohir.”

Faramir splayed his legs wider for leverage and bounced his hips upward. When Elrohir arched his back and cried out he knew he’d hit the mark he’d been aiming for. The elf’s cock slapped against his belly as he did it again. This time, he was joined by Elladan. As Faramir lowered his hips, Elladan thrust in. In this way, Elrohir’s inner nub was rubbed twice in rapid succession and the elf screamed with the pleasure of it.

However, after only a few thrusts, Elladan withdrew. Kneeling behind his brother, he lapped gently at the abused opening, running his tongue around the edges and over Faramir’s cock. Faramir pushed at Elrohir, encouraging him to roll away and the elf reluctantly complied.

“I think I remember an unusual use for the table,” Faramir said as he climbed to his feet.

The twins also stood and grinned back at Faramir. Reaching out, the man grabbed Elrohir by the shoulders and pushed him backwards toward the table. Elrohir did not resist and soon found himself on his back with his legs over Faramir’s shoulders and his opening once more stretched around a thick cock. Faramir moved slowly, almost imperceptibly as he rocked against Elrohir.

Elladan knelt behind his beautiful lover and spread the taut cheeks open. He moistened his fingers and inserted two all the way up to the last knuckle. He made a ‘v’ of his fingers, encouraging Faramir to open for him.

The Steward groaned and leaned further over Elrohir as Elladan pushed his fingers deeper, striking the bundled nerves inside Faramir’s body. He shuddered as the long fingers brushed them repeatedly, making the nub overly sensitive to every stroke. His muscles trembled and sweat trickled from his forehead to Elrohir’s chest. “Ah, Elladan, that is most cruel of you,” he panted. “Teasing me so.”

Elladan withdrew his fingers and took his cock in his hand. “Let it not be said that elves are cruel.” He held his cock against Faramir’s opening and pushed forward, breaching the man with one, fluid thrust.

Faramir breathed out with a groan as Elladan penetrated him. The force of Elladan’s thrust pushed him deeper into Elrohir and the elf beneath him thrashed his head from side to side.

“Set the pace, beautiful. Ease our need.” Elladan whispered against Faramir’s back.

Experimentally, Faramir withdrew from Elrohir, forcing Elladan to withdraw from him. His body felt the lack and he quickly thrust back into Elrohir’s warmth.

“Yes, beautiful, that’s it. Quicken the pace,” Elladan said as he held tightly to Faramir’s hips.

After a few more experimental thrusts, Faramir got the hang of it. Each withdrawal from Elrohir filled him with Elladan. Soon, he was plunging in and out of the elf on the table, thrusting hard and fast even as Elladan impaled him.  The table shook with the force of their combined thrusts. Elrohir’s body was slammed harder and harder into the table and his legs kicked at Faramir’s back with every thrust. His nails dug furrows into Faramir’s forearms as he clutched the man and his breath whistled in his throat as his cries subsided into one long, moan.

It was all Elladan could to do hold on to Faramir’s waist as the man set a punishing pace. The passage became slick and the delicious friction had the elf gritting his teeth. “Hurry, beautiful,” he pleaded loudly.

Faramir complied as best he could and reached down between his and Elrohir’s body to grasp the elf’s cock in his fist. At the first touch of Faramir on his cock, Elrohir arched his hips and his channel tightened around Faramir’s cock. White, creamy fluid coated Faramir’s fist and Elrohir’s chest as the elf climaxed.

The tightening of Elrohir’s body was Faramir’s undoing and he thrust once more and his body shook with the force of his climax. Behind him, he could hear Elladan also finding his release and felt hot cum filling his passage as he fell forward on top of Elrohir.

Later, as they were eating the venison stew and talking about the next day’s hunt, Faramir put aside his spoon and stared seriously at the twins. “Now I know why you two go out hunting so much.”