Boromir opened his eyes and stared at the cave ceiling. He was alone and he frowned. Lifting his head, he saw that the fire had been stoked and water boiled gently in the small kettle. Boromir rose and located his breeches. After brushing down his dark blond hair, he stepped out of the small cave and onto the ledge over looking the valley. He saw, sitting there with his back to the cave, Elladan and went up to him as quietly as possible. Kneeling down, Boromir engulfed the elf with his strong arms and nipped at his ear.
"I wondered where you had taken yourself off to," he whispered as his beard grazed smooth skin.
The body in front of him stiffened for a fraction and then leaned back. "Did you think I would run off and leave you to fend for yourself?"
Boromir licked along Elladan's pulse. "I find that elves are elusive creatures, subject to only their own whims."
The elf sighed and with a twist of his head, studied Boromir carefully. "Men always think we are whimsical or fanciful, but we are flesh and blood, the same as you." He kissed the bearded lips and crinkled his nose at the roughness.
Boromir laughed. "You liked my beard well enough last night."
"I still like it," said the other. "But it takes some getting used to."Deep gray eyes twinkled with mischief. "If you keep nuzzling me as though I were a maiden, you shall never reach father."
"I cannot get enough of you and wonder if this is not of what my dreams warned," he answered as he lifted the thick black hair and kissed along the long neck. "Warning me against the taste of elves."
"So, you have developed a taste for us have
you?" The voice purred
silkily. "Mayhaps we have a taste for you, as well." So saying,
the elf twisted around so that he was nose to nose with Boromir and they
stared at each other for a long moment. "Now that we have agreed that
we like one another's taste, what shall we do?"
"Drink our fill, of course," Boromir captured the full lips with his own and dipped his tongue inside the warmth.
Opening his mouth wide, the elf allowed Boromir
to explore to his heart's content. His hands raised and went about Boromir's
neck to
tangle in the thick golden hair. Pulling his mouth away from the
searing kiss, he whispered. "Let us retire to the cave."
Boromir rose and pulled his lover to his feet. Unable to remember the last time he had a lover so willing or that he had so desired such a lover, Boromir remained torn between duty and pleasure. Long had it been since he'd found such sweetness in the arms of another and to have pleasure with two of the beautiful elves since leaving Gondor was a boon he'd not expected. He led the way back to the bedroll and immediately began undressing his elf. Boromir started with the tunic, unlacing it with deliberate care and lowering his head to kiss and suck the cream colored skin. Hands on his shoulders encouraged his exploration and he slid down, dropping to his knees before the elf and rolling his tongue around a small belly button. The stomach before him drew in and he chased after it, pushing his tongue in as deep as he could. Then he kissed down further, nuzzling the hardening shaft beneath the tightly laced leggings. He opened his mouth wide and gently bit the firm muscle and laughed as his lover groaned.
Hands moved in front of his face and slowly dragged
at the laces,
revealing inch by delicious inch, the object of his affection. When at
last the long cock bobbed free, Boromir instantly took it into his
mouth and sucked it as deep as he could. He delighted in the rigid
length pushing towards the back of his throat, the way it twitched in his
mouth and stretched his jaw wide. He gulped and groaned as he tried to swallow
his lover.
"Had I known you were this eager, I'd have
awakened you earlier,"
moaned the elf. He grasped fistfuls of hair and tugged Boromir closer.
Boromir sucked harder as he stripped down the
leggings and placed his hands on firm round butt cheeks. He kneaded the flesh,
digging his hands into the muscles. Before he could consider his actions,
he
inserted a finger into the tight hole and grunted as his lover rocked
forward with a surprised gasp. Boromir pushed his finger in deeper and felt
the muscles tighten around him as the cock in his mouth twitched. He felt
the body pressed against his tremble and he pulled away.
"Come, take off the rest of your clothes and lay down." He said, as he tugged on the high boots.
Eagerly, the elf complied, and stripped away his leggings and boots and tossed them beside his discarded tunic. Then he sank to his knees in front of Boromir and drew him close for a kiss. He could taste himself on the man and he moaned as his tongue was sucked into the cavity in the same manner as his cock.
Boromir pushed him backwards so that he lay sprawled
atop the cloaks and bedrolls. Then he began kissing downwards, scrubbing his
face against sweet smelling skin as he licked and kissed over chest and stomach.
Hands dug into his shoulders and he smiled as he pleasured his lover. At last,
he reached the juncture between long thighs and he ran his tongue lightly
up the length of the straining cock before dipping his head lower and taking
the heavy sac into his mouth. The legs on either side of his head spread wider
and the elf arched himself from the cave floor with a loud cry.
Lifting his head, Boromir studied the flushed face and heaving chest as he
carefully considered the wicked thought that flitted through his mind. He
had never contemplated such a thing before and part of him was completely
repulsed by the idea; and yet, the idea of something so intimate set his blood
to racing. He wondered how elves felt about such things and if he should ask
first. He considered as his hands roamed over thighs and belly and then mentally
shrugged. If he did not like it, he could always stop.
"Turn over, please," he said, as he slid back a little.
Eyes widened at the request, but the elf complied willingly enough. He lay face down, wondering if he was in the position Boromir wanted. He found out soon enough as hands spread him open and warm breath fanned his ass. Groaning and wriggling, he indicated his pleasure as lips danced lightly over his skin. The beard scraped and tickled and he did not know which he preferred.
Taking a deep breath, Boromir spread the cheeks as wide as he could and buried his face between them. Hesitantly, he poked his tongue against the puckered hole hidden between the firm mounds and felt immediate resistance. He stopped, uncertain as to whether or not to continue. His question was answered as he felt his lover wriggle against his face. This time, when he prodded the opening, he used more force and the muscle instantly gave way. The strong muscles pulled at his tongue and he pushed it in as far as he could, before slowly pulling it back out. He heard a soft moan and he pushed his tongue back inside. This time, however, he pulled it out much faster and then plunged it in again. The body beneath his jerked and the cries became louder. Groaning softly, Boromir buried his face deeply and quickly pushed his tongue in and out of the tiny hole.
"Elrohir!"
Boromir leapt in surprise and quickly scooted away from the elf on the floor and stared at an identical image looming at the cave mouth.
Bereft of the wicked tongue delving so greedily
into his inner
recesses, Elrohir raised his head, and gave his brother a baleful
glare. "Elladan."
"What do you think you are doing?" Elladan moved farther into the cave.
"Who –What?" Boromir's face flamed crimson as he stared from one elf to the other. At first, he thought he was seeing double, but then he remembered Elladan mentioning a 'twin'. Was this, then, the twin? But of course, it must be. Boromir's embarrassment reached new levels.
"I am discovering why you had such a secretive
smile on your face this morn when I arrived," Elrohir answered as he
rolled on to his back. "Your lover thought I was you and I saw no reason
to tell him
otherwise."
"Oh, Elrohir," Elladan flopped down
beside the blushing Boromir and
smiled engagingly. "I apologize for my brother. Sometimes he gets carried
away."
"The fault is mine," stammered Boromir. "I presumed. Forgive me."
"You have no need to beg forgiveness, Lord General," spoke Elrohir as he scooted closer to Boromir. "I should apologize for tricking you. But your kisses were so sweet that I could not resist them."
"As for me, I do not mind if you take pleasure
in my brother." Said
Elladan, "so long as you do not leave me wanting." He rubbed his
jaw
along Boromir's and his tongue flickered over an earlobe as he spoke.
Boromir swallowed hard as Elladan pressed against
him and Elrohir
slithered along his body. Before he knew it, Elladan's arms were around his
neck and the elf kissed and nuzzled along his beard while Elrohir tilted his
head and took a pale nipple into his mouth and sucked greedily. Boromir groaned
and his head fell back. Firm hands pushed him backwards and he lay, trapped
between two gorgeous elves, who sucked and kissed and nipped his chest and
neck. He draped his arms over the twins, holding them close to his body as
their wicked tongues and curious hands licked, and sucked, and stroked and
petted. He thrashed his head from side to side.
Elrohir moved down, took Boromir's thick cock into his mouth, and began swirling his tongue over it. Boromir arched his hips, forcing himself to the back of Elrohir's throat. Meanwhile, Elladan stripped off his clothing and straddled Boromir, offering his cock to the mortal while he kissed along his hairy stomach. Boromir opened his mouth wide and accepted what Elladan offered, nuzzling his nose against the swollen sac. Above him, Elladan shifted and before Boromir could react, two tongues licked up and down his rigid member, each going in opposite directions, so while one swirled around the base, the other swirled around the purpled head. Boromir moaned his pleasure as clasped Elladan's firm buttocks. For several long minutes there was only the sound of sucking and moaning filling the chamber and, when Boromir thought he could stand no more, shifted Elladan's hips.
"Let me…I can't.." he gasped.
The twins released their captive mortal and moved around so that they sat on their knees looking at him.
Boromir struggled for control and sat up, propping
his body on his
arms. His gray-green eyes stared from one delectable morsel to the
other. "I have tasted one of you, now I would like to taste the other,"
he managed at last.
They grinned in unison. "I guess, then,
it is my turn," said Elladan
and he turned so that his ass was to Boromir.
The mortal immediately got to his knees behind
Elladan, and with
infinite care parted the pale mounds and blew lightly on the puckered entrance.
Elladan jerked and laughed a little. Boromir also chuckled as he lowered his
face, taking great care to brush his beard and mustache against the tender
inner skin. This elicited a growl from Elladan and his rocked back, pushing
hard against Boromir's face. He shoved his tongue deep and rolled it inside
the tight passage. He pushed deeply until his teeth scraped the delicate entrance
and was rewarded with a deep-throated moan. Feeling hair brush him, Boromir
glanced down and saw Elrohir lying between his brother's thighs with the head
of his brother's cock brushing his lips. The Gondorian shoved Elladan's hips
down until the elf was sheathed in his brother's mouth and smiled at the little
grunts and groans of pleasure coming from them. He could tell by the way Elrohir
squirmed that Elladan's mouth was also on his brother and Boromir considered
the erotic nature of the images as he again tucked his face between the perfect
globes. His assault on Elladan's opening was thorough and rough, as he shoved
his tongue in and out as quickly as he could. He felt the strong muscles clamp
around
his tongue as Elladan tried vainly to hold the slick muscle inside his aching
body.
The body beneath his began to jerk and twitch with increasing violence and Boromir was forced to use his weight to hold the elf still. He withdrew his tongue, flickered it roughly over the opening, and was rewarded with a high-pitched keening sound and Elladan bucked his ass against his face. Boromir growled and his hand connected sharply with the tight mound before he realized what he'd done. He paused, stunned, as he saw his handprint appear on the creamy backside. Never before had he struck a lover, even in play and he was not certain what to make of the feelings surging through him. He lifted his head and glanced at Elladan.
The elf's head was turned so that he stared at Boromir over his shoulder. His dark eyes smoldered with want. His tongue flickered over his lips. Impulsively, Boromir again smacked his hand down on the tight ass and he watched Elladan twitch. He kneaded the reddened area and then placed a light kiss on the mark. Heat met his lips and tongue as traced his handprint and he groaned. Teeth nipped his thigh and he jumped and glanced between his legs.
Elrohir glared up at him. "You did not pleasure me so thoroughly."
Boromir sat back on his heels and patted his thighs. "Come, then,
Elrohir, I would not want one to be jealous of the other."
Elladan and Elrohir quickly scrambled away from each other and Elladan settled back to watch as Elrohir placed himself face down over Boromir's strong thighs. Boromir, unsettled by the turn of events paused for a moment, wondering what to do next. He glanced at Elladan and received a faint nod. He lifted his hand and brought it down sharply on Elrohir's backside. The elf on his lap moaned. He repeated his actions, and watched the firm muscles beneath his hand jerk in response. His eyes shifted again to Elladan and watched as the other twin licked his lips as he stroked his cock. Boromir did not know which sight was more intoxicating. He assaulted Elrohir's tight ass a few more times, making sure the skin was tender and reddened by his rough hand.
Smoothly, Elladan rose to his feet and came forwards to stand directly in front of Boromir. He slowly stroked himself as he stared into the mortal's gray-green eyes. Boromir leaned forward and flicked his tongue over the purpled head, tasting Elladan's essence. Elladan trembled and Boromir smiled wickedly. He touched his finger to Elladan's slit and smoothed some of the pearly fluid on the end of his digit. Gently pulling Elrohir open, he inserted his finger and slowly twisted it inside the elf's body.
Elrohir arched into Boromir's hand, trying to
force the strong finger
deeper. He moaned as his cock brushed over the rough hairs on Boromir's thighs.
He could feel Boromir's member against his hip as he slowly moved back and
forth, creating delicious friction. Boromir slammed his left hand down on
Elrohir's buttocks, stilling him.
"Patience," he murmured as he stared deeply into Elladan's dark eyes.
Elladan began stroking himself faster, his hand rough on his cock as he jerked his hand from base to tip and back. His breathing grew ragged and his knees shook. With one hand braced on Boromir's head, he thrust his hips forward into his own palm and tilted back his head. A long moan came from his parted lips as his hips hitched one final time and white cum spurted from his cock. Little drops of Elladan's essence splattered Boromir's lips and dripped through the soft curling hair of his chest.
"Come prepare him for me," Boromir extracted his finger from Elrohir and pulled open the cheeks for Elladan to slip his cum-slicked fingers inside.
Elladan quickly coated Elrohir's passage with his own essence and shivered as he witnessed Boromir's large cock twitch in anticipation along Elrohir's hip. When Boromir was convinced that the passage was thoroughly lubricated, he shifted Elrohir off his lap and rose to his knees.
"Hold him up for me."
Elrohir got on his knees and draped his arms
around his brother's
shoulders and hung on tightly. He felt the warrior's rough hands on his backside
pulling him open and then he felt the nudge of Boromir's cock at his hole.
He hissed as his muscles were shoved open and the cock inexorably slid deep
into him. Elladan sucked his tender ear tip as Boromir shifted. Pleasure washed
over Elrohir as Boromir grazed his pleasure spot and he sank his teeth into
his brother's shoulder.
The tightness pulled Boromir deeper as the muscles massaged his swollen member. He ground his teeth, holding himself still as the muscles rippled along his shaft. Bracing both hands on Elrohir's hips, he began to push forward. He kept pushing, driving Elrohir against Elladan.
Elrohir whimpered and still Boromir pushed. Elladan reached round his brother and pulled his cheeks open and Boromir wriggled, brushing the inner skin with the soft curls at the base of his cock.
Elrohir shook, holding tenuously to his self-control. He felt deliciously full, like he had never felt before. The man's cock was thick and heavy and penetrated him so fully that he could not longer think clearly. He mumbled incoherently against his brother's shoulder.
Boromir began to slowly rock, bouncing on his knees so that he jerked roughly into Elrohir without ever pulling completely from him. He stared into Elladan's eyes as the elf massaged his brother's ass. Boromir began to move faster, slamming in and out of Elrohir with increasing urgency as he own climax approached. He heard Elrohir keening and saw Elladan's eyes growing darker and his face flushing pink, as he became aroused again. Boromir blinked the sweat from his eyes and reached around in front of Elrohir and began stroking him in time to his thrusts. The aching sweet pressure built and Boromir did not try to withhold it, instead, he arched his back and spilled himself deep inside Elrohir, all the while holding his thumb firmly over the slit. Elrohir jerked and twitched and wriggled as his climax was denied and he clawed at Elladan's back mercilessly as the thumb against the head of his cock pressed harder against his slit.
Boromir fell forward, panting as though he'd run all the way from Gondor's borders. His member softened and slipped from the still wriggling ass. Settling back with his legs spread wide and braced on his arms, he looked at Elladan. "Lick my essence from him," he ordered.
Elladan did not hesitate to obey, in fact never thought about it at all. Rather, he pushed his brother away from him so that he lay face down against Boromir's crotch. Then kneeling behind, he greedily lapped the swollen hole. Elrohir opened his mouth and sucked Boromir's flaccid member, feeling it begin to grow hard again as tongue slithered along its length. He tasted Boromir and he mixed. Behind him, Elladan's tongue danced in and out of his hole, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through him. At last, Boromir grasped handfuls of Elrohir's hair and tugged him away from his now erect cock.
He hooked his legs over Elrohir's shoulders,
silently inviting the elf
to enter him. At first, Elrohir hesitated, knowing that the general was not
prepared for such an invasion. Quickly, he slicked his fingers on is own saliva
then pushed them inside Boromir. The man hissed and tensed and then relaxed
as his fingers snaked deeper, flexing and twisting. After a moment, he removed
his fingers and positioned his weeping cock at the tight entrance and pushed.
The muscles resisted and he watched grimly as Boromir clenched his teeth and
held his breath. He paused, uncertain whether to continue or withdraw. Elladan
decided for him as he shifted behind Elrohir and buried himself deeply and
without warning. Elrohir grunted in surprise and fell forward, burying himself
inside Boromir.
Boromir gave a strangled cry and then clutched
Elrohir's shoulders. Shoving his knees under the warrior's body, Elrohir began
pulling in
and out in short, quick thrusts. Behind him, Elladan met his tempo. Every
time Elrohir withdrew from Boromir, he impaled himself on his brother. He
placed his hand between him and Boromir and massaged the heavy sac before
stroking up and down his cock. Boromir groaned loudly and arched his hips.
His muscles tightened around Elrohir and the elf lost all sense of control.
He thrust hard and deep, riding the waves of pleasure that seemed to go on
and on. He shook violently as he orgasm rushed through him and he felt Elladan
behind him, spilling his hot seed deep. Warmth splashed over his hand and
glanced down at Boromir's cock. Sticky, salty semen covered his fist. Spent
and boneless, Elrohir collapsed atop Boromir with Elladan atop him.
They lay like that, gently locked around one another and on top of one another for a long while, saying nothing. Their heartbeats slowly returned to normal and their limbs lost some of their languor. Their breathing became easier.
At last, Boromir roused himself and pulled Elladan's hair. "Come here."
Elladan heaved himself off his brother and lay
next to Boromir. The man immediately wrapped both twins in his arms and snuggled
them close. He kissed the top of Elladan's head and the Elrohir's.
"How long till we reach your father's house?"
Elrohir and Elladan stared at each other over Boromir's hairy chest for a moment. Then Elrohir smiled wickedly.
Elladan lifted his head. "Another week, at least."
Gray-green eyes lit with amusement. "Excellent.
I will have more time to enjoy the beauteous wonders of this magical valley.
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