Elrond moaned as warm hands caressed his body from shoulder to thigh and back, pausing long enough to stroke the cleft between his buttocks. Elrond's body arched at the erotic touch and he moaned again. His cock grew harder still as the gentle assault on his body continued. A calloused hand reached for his dripping cock and gently stroked the length from tip to root and back, sweeping a thumb over the head and smearing the clear fluid leaking from the slit. Elrond's mouth opened in a harsh gasp and a tongue quickly filled the opening.
With a start, Elrond awoke from the erotic dream
and sat up wearily. His deep gray eyes scanned the darkness as he panted and
tried to fathom what had just happened to him. He was far too old for erotic
dreams, and yet, the presence of his stiff and aching cock was evidence to the
contrary. As he breathed deeply, he detected the scent of someone else and his
spine stiffened. Had someone been in his chambers? Ignoring his body's needs,
he rose from the bed and wrapped the satin sheet around him before making his
way to the open window.
An autumn breeze blew the sheer curtains and Elrond stepped on to the balcony overlooking the stream and waterfall near his chambers. He'd taken to leaving the window open of late to catch the cool breezes that signaled the end of summer in Rivendell. He glanced left and right but did not see anyone near his balcony or rooms. Elrond blew out a frustrated sigh and returned inside. Obviously his imagination had gotten the better of him. He chalked the incident up to the stress of having the one ring in Rivendell and the coming meeting with the members of the assembled council. After yesterday's conversation with Gandalf and the dredging up of memories long buried, though never truly forgotten, his dreams were bound to be troubled and strange. He flung himself back on the bed and tried to sleep.
Elrond rubbed his temples as he walked away from the Council Meeting. Though
the issue of what to do with the ring had been resolved, Elrond felt grave misgivings
about the fellowship and the mission's success. He tried to dismiss his misgivings
as fatigue. After the erotic dream, Elrond had spent a long, lonely night tossing
and turning in his bed and trying to find some relief from the longings he thought
his body had long ago forgotten.
He tried to remain optimistic, but the ache in his temples, not to mention his groin, kept his temper short and the muscles between his shoulders tense. Deciding to retire early, he left instructions to his servants to see to his guests, leaving word with Gandalf that he was tired and had retired to his rooms. Servants came and lit candles and filled the tub with hot water. Gratefully, Elrond poured scented oils in the water before stripping and immersing himself up to his shoulders in the relaxing bath. The scented oil smelled of deep woods and spring evenings and it did not take long for Elrond to drift off to sleep in the tub.
Just like the previous evening, his dreams took on an erotic turn and he imagined calloused fingers stroking him. The hands stroked down his chest, across the flat planes of his stomach and to the juncture at his thighs. His cock, long neglected by the studious lord, instantly came alive at the sudden attention. The long fingers slipped between his cheeks and gently rubbed his entrance. Elrond moaned and opened his thighs wider even as his mind struggled from sleep. Thrashing his head from side to side, he struggled in the water to regain control over his body and his mind. The hands stroking and loving him so gently suddenly ceased.
He awoke with a start and glared around, half expecting to see someone standing over him. Noises from beyond told him he was not alone in his chambers and he rose angrily from the bathtub, intend on catching what he thought was a prankster. Instead, he blundered into a startled servant laying out a supper of cold salads and fruits on a small round table.
"My lord," the servant bowed hastily.
"I did not mean to disturb your bath."
Feeling somewhat foolish, Elrond smiled ruefully at the servant, trying his
best to ignore his own naked and dripping body. "The fault is mine. Please
continue." He hastily retreated to the bathing room and retrieved a robe.
When he heard the servant leave Elrond ventured into his sitting room and looked
around. A faint breeze brought to him the smell of woods and spring flowers
and he frowned. The scent was similar to the one he'd used in his bath, but
with subtle differences. In fact, the more he concentrated, the more he realized
the smell was exactly like what he'd smelled the previous evening. There remained
on the air a musky spice, as intoxicating as wine to his senses and he prowled
his rooms in frustration trying to find the source.
At last, Elrond gave up his wanderings and returned to his dinner. A few glasses of wine and a full belly later, Elrond felt relaxed and refreshed. He wandered out on to his balcony and listened to the sounds of his guests enjoying the dying rays of the autumn sun and the hospitality of his house. The merry sound of hobbit laughter, so like that of human children, echoed on the air and brought with it a bitter-sweet longing that had Elrond blinking tears from his eyes before he realized he was even in the grip of such a powerful emotion. Celibacy had suited him well enough over the years as his studies and memories occupied his time. However, with the return of the ring, Elrond found himself remembering the past and realizing the depths of his own loneliness. Nor was the need purely physical and made his erotic dreams more disturbing, and in some ways, far more difficult to bear. He quietly reentered his chambers and closed the windows to his rooms.
While he had been outside a servant had removed
the remains of his meal and Elrond smiled at the efficiency of his servants
as they came and went about their business without ever disturbing him. Thinking
about that, he wondered how it was that servant had managed to startle him so
and he thought back to his dream. Did he dream it or had there been an element
of reality to the fondling? He shook his head in dismissal. There was no way
someone had sneaked into his room and fondled him while he slept. No one in
his household would dare. But how about one of the guests? His mind whispered.
This thought made him laugh out loud as he disrobed and climbed between the
satin sheets of his bed. Still chuckling over his own wayward musing, Elrond
fell asleep wrapped around his pillow.
Light fingers traced patterns on his palms and trailed to his wrists. Gentle
hands tied his hands to the headboard with a leather thong. Elrond gasped, realizing
he wasn't asleep and he wasn't alone. Without warning the satin sheet lifted
free of his hips and covered his whole body from head to toe. A long, lean body
pressed against Elrond and he opened his mouth in protest.
"What is the meaning of this?" He demanded. Fear, outrage, and desire warred inside him and turned his voice into a harsh whisper. "Release me." His breath stirred the sheet covering his head.
"Ssshh." A hot mouth covered his and a wet tongue probed his lips behind the satin sheet. The body pressing against Elrond shifted until he could feel the erection pressing against his hip. Elrond moaned softly against the mouth holding his captive. The mouth pressed harder against Elrond, forcing open his lips and invading his mouth with a tongue that did not know there was a satin sheet in way. Tongue met tongue through a thin wall of white satin.
The cool feel of the satin pressed against his body by the warm length of the person holding him captive had Elrond in a near frantic state of arousal. The smooth material provided only the flimsiest of barriers between Elrond and his intruder. The leather thongs binding his hands frustrated Elrond and he tugged frantically, trying to get free. To do what, he did not know. Part of him wanted to push the intruder away, to demand to know who had dared to violate not only his chambers, but also his person. A totally different part of him, the one twitching against his belly, wanted to free his hands to that he could yank away the sheet and devour the lips holding his whole.
The male holding Elrond so still moved slowly, sensuously down his body, creating a delicious friction between Elrond and the sheet. Light kisses left warm imprints on the satin, barely penetrating to Elrond's flushed skin. Hands, long fingered and calloused like a warrior's, caressed every inch of Elrond from his sensitive ears to the soles of his feet. The Elf Lord twisted and bucked against the bonds and the intruder.
"Do you want me, my lord?" The voice whispered softly in his ear.
Breath ruffled Elrond's hair and tickled his ear. The voice, he knew it. To whom did it belong? His fevered brain tried to recall the identity of that silken voice even as he tried to formulate a reply. Yes. Screamed his mind. "No," said his voice.
A soft sigh escaped his lover's lips before they moved away from Elrond's ear. Elrond could feel the other's erection as the man's cock was dragged lightly across the sheet, down the length of Elrond's body. The mouth that had been so invasive minutes before displayed a wanton curiosity as it fastened on Elrond's cock. Elrond found himself sheathed in heat and cool softness all at once and arched against the bonds holding his hands. His fingers curled against his palms, sharp nails digging in to the tender flesh. He pulled air into his lungs and the sheet clung to his lips with each breath.
A smooth tongue twirled around Elrond's cock and slid slowly up and down, pulling the satin along the length with each stroke. Hands gently squeezed the sac at the base of Elrond's cock, pushing the satin against the tender flesh. The Lord of Rivendell thrashed his head from side to side as tension built within his body. The tongue gave way to teeth that lightly nipped and grazed the sensitive underside of his cock while a single finger slowly pushed into Elrond's tight entrance through the cloth. At first the penetration stung and Elrond grunted at the roughness. The finger slowly curled and brushed Elrond's tender spot and the stinging vanished to be replaced by sweet ecstasy. Elrond's hips found their own rhythm and his cock slid easily in and out of the sweet mouth as the finger slid in and out of Elrond's ass.
Elrond felt himself on the verge of coming when
the finger paused and the lips disengaged from his cock. "Do you want me,
my lord?" The voice whispered.
"Yes," Elrond panted harshly through the cloth covering his face.
"Say it, my lord," the voice whispered.
"I want you," Elrond hissed.
In the darkness a mouth found Elrond's as hands raised the satin sheet covering the master of Rivendell's lower body. Finely muscled legs settled between Elrond's thighs and he opened himself as wide as he could and waited expectantly for the invasion he wanted. Needed. He tensed slightly as the head of a cock was pressed against his ass, and then forced himself to relax. With that unspoken invitation the cock pushed all then way inside Elrond's body, stretching him and filling him until Elrond screamed with pleasure. The cock sliding in and out of his ass set a punishing pace that Elrond could barely meet. The satin pressing against him created all the friction Elrond's weeping cock needed and within minutes Elrond was close to the edge.
"Come for me, my lord," the voice whispered
against the satin before nipping lightly at the top of Elrond's ear. Elrond
needed no more encouragement as he found his release, spilling his seed into
the soft satin of his bed sheets while the cock in his ass filled him full of
warm liquid.
Elrond woke the next day tangled in his semen stiffened bed sheets and wrinkled his nose in disgust. He was far too old to be having such erotic dreams. As he rolled over to get out of bed, he felt an unaccountable soreness in his ass and paused. Gingerly he reached between his legs and felt the dried stickiness on his cheeks and blinked in surprise. Thinking back to the dream, he vaguely remembered asking the intruder his name as he lay, still bound by leather ropes.
Staring at the slight marks around his wrist, Elrond remembered the reply fondly. "Your dream, my lord."