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The Discord
Author: Phytha
Beta: FaeryFlora
Email: [email protected]
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/Lindir; Lindir/Thranduilion (implied)
Warnings: Kidnapping, bondage non-con, angst
Request: Bondage, non-con, Legolas kidnapped, autumn or winter
Written For: IgnobleBard
Legolas strolled through the wide garden of Imladris, enjoying the last rays of the still warm autumn sun. Around him the treetops shone in all beautiful shades of reds and yellows. The young prince happily giggled at the sudden thought of him being the only �Greenleaf� all around. For the first time since he had reached his majority just a couple of years ago he was allowed to take part in the great annual harvest festival of Imladris. He had been here once as a little elfling but then he had been chaperoned all day and brought to bed after dinner before the festivities truly started. Now he was here again, a grown up elf, free to come and go and do whatever he just liked. And there were a lot of things he liked to do in this whole week of celebration, of dining and storytelling, of singing and dancing. Ah - the singing and the dancing, this was the best. Legolas really loved it when Lindir, the master of all minstrels, sang the ballads of old time, but what he could die for was the time Lindir ceased singing and only played his harp or lute. Then the prince just couldn�t stay seated any longer, he had to get up and move his body to the breathtaking rhythms and tunes, all the while keeping his eyes on the nimble fingers of the minstrel, dancing over the strings. But he never stayed until the final cheers but went to bed while the music still echoed in his ears in order to repeat it in his mind until he fell asleep.
The subject of Legolas� cheerful thoughts wasn�t happy at all. Lindir sat in his room and felt himself growing more and more uncomfortable as the evening approached. He had always liked the time of the feast, to sing and play his wonderful music, always able to choose a willing partner for the night among a lot of eager admirers. But this time it was different. Oh yes, there still were the charming elves, ready to be bedded, but the minstrel was too distracted to pay them any attention. Every single night temptation itself in the person of young prince Legolas Thranduilion of Mirkwood, barely of age and beautiful beyond measures had been dancing just in front of his eyes, disappearing like a ghost as soon as the music was over. The minstrel�s mouth went dry as he thought of the willowy swaying body, the rolling hips and the flying hair. All the while the eyes of the prince stayed focused on his hands, as if he would beg them to move over him instead of the instrument. And how Lindir would want to fulfil this wish if only he could corner his teasing nemesis before he was gone again. But he could not just storm out of the hall while everyone was still cheering and congratulating him for the wonderful evening. Sighing deeply Lindir buried his head in his hands. He really dreaded the coming evening. How could he, an elf of quite some millennia act like an elfling just because someone was dancing? Lots of elves had danced before him in his long years as minstrel, he should be used to this. Only that this time he wasn�t and something had to be done about it.
The great hall of Imladris was bathed in the light of hundreds of candles, the tables were loaded with plate upon plate of the most delicious dishes and fruits and the whole room was humming with the cheerful chatting and laughter of a great number of elves, enjoying the hospitality of Lord Elrond�s realm. Legolas wandered through the crowd, a piece of sweet cake in one hand and a cup of Imladris� famous spicy wine in the other. All around him he could see happy faces and he himself was almost bursting with joy. Soon the best part of the evening would begin, the part he had been waiting for almost impatiently. Just now the musicians started to tune their instruments and Lindir took his place in front of them. Quickly swallowing the rest of his cake down with the last drops of wine the young prince made his way towards his favourite place, facing the great minstrel. He reached it just in time as the music started and at once began to dance to the spellbinding chords, his eyes as ever fixed on the agile hands of the bard. In next to no time he fell into a trance, his body moving unconsciously of his own accord, his mind lost in a universe of rhythm, tune and nimble fingers moving over strings.
Lindir sighed miserably. Something inside him had hoped in vain that maybe this evening he would be save from his nightly torment. How was he supposed to concentrate on his music, when this gorgeous body was swaying mere inches away from his eyes? How could he keep his fingers on the strings, when he just had to reach out to be able to run them over this beautifully sculptured chest down to the slender hips as the wide blue eyes seemed to beg him? What kind of play was this youngling up to, making him burn with desire just to disappear, never to fulfil his unspoken promises, leaving him unable to still the fire in his groin? The first couple of nights the minstrel had chosen at random among his admirers to find short relief of his tension, but every time this had left him with an unpleasant and empty feeling. He wasn�t the man to use others only for his own purpose and so the only thing left had been his own hand. And every attempt to ignore the enticing woodland elf and to avoid looking at him failed miserably. The mere knowledge that he was there dancing was enough to draw Lindir�s gaze almost magnetically towards his lithe frame. - Just like right now; the bard�s heart seemed to skip a beat as he saw a pink tongue dart out of the slightly opened mouth to lick swiftly over full red lips.
And not only his heart, the whole world seemed to come to a halt when a finger slipped over a string and a sharp discord shattered the harmony of the universe. - A dissonance, hard and loud, bouncing back from the walls and filling all of Lindir�s awareness. Never in all the centuries of being a minstrel, never since he had held his first lute in his hand as a toddler had Lindir slipped a note. And now with Lord Elrond and all the others listening, this absolutely unspeakable incident had happened, he had lost his reputation as the greatest minstrel just because of the provocations of a silly smug brat. But he would have him pay for it, oh how he would have him pay! Time to give his secret orders to his waiting friends.
It took the bard some time to realise that the world hadn�t ceased to be and that his hands had been gliding over the strings of their own, intuitively finding back to melody and rhythm. It seemed that nobody of the audience had noticed anything out of order.
Softly humming to himself Legolas wandered through the empty corridors. The evening had been overwhelming as always, although while moving in a trance he seemed to have felt a slight disturbance, only for the fraction of a second, just like the skipping of a heartbeat. And had there been a slight faltering in the glide of Lindir�s fingers? But as everything had gone back to normal almost instantly maybe it had just been his imagination. Or maybe his own heart had skipped a beat out of the sheer bliss of dancing. Repeating the wonderful music in his mind over and over again the prince paid no attention to his surroundings.
Suddenly something dark was thrown over his head large enough to cover his whole body. The young elf gasped in shock and tried to flee but his feet got tangled in thick fabric and he fell heavily, hitting his head on the marble floor and knocking himself almost unconscious. In a daze he felt that four strong arms lifted him from the ground, holding his hands and feet in a firm grip so that he couldn�t have moved them, even if he had been able to. The heavy cloth muffled his frantic cries for help and made it almost impossible to breathe. It seemed to be an eternity that he was carried through a maze of paths, and he didn�t know if they where still in Lord Elrond�s castle. Somehow it felt like his capturers would carry him along outside. Finally he heard the faint creaking of a wooden door and was laid carefully to the ground.
One of his tormentors was sitting on his chest, pinning his arms and feet down with his body while the other removed the nearly suffocating blanket and the prince was almost grateful to be able to breathe again. But as soon as he opened his mouth for the first gulp of air something was shoved in, gagging him to silence. Desperately he tried to get a glimpse at where they had brought him to, but his eyes were blinded by the light of a strong lantern and before he could get accustomed to it a blindfold was bound securely over his face. Without being able to put up any resistance, the heir of the Woodland realm had to endure that the two villains removed all of his clothes and dragged him naked to what seemed to be the middle of the room, where they swiftly bound his wrists and ankles to some nooses and hooks which seemed to be there only for this purpose, leaving him spread-eagled and naked in the darkness. During all the time since the kidnapping neither of the two sombre elves had spoken a single word.
In his shocked and dazed mind it took the young elf some time to fully realize the terrifying state he was in. It had all happened so quickly. One moment he was wandering through the castle of Imladris his head spinning with joy and music and the other he found himself bound, gagged, blindfolded and above all stark naked in some godforsaken unknown place. But why? What had he done to deserve a fate like this? For what purpose had he been brought here, he, the son of king Thranduilion, a guest of honour at these festivities? And what was going to happen to him further on?
There was not a sound to be heard except his own breathing. Had his kidnappers left or were they still around staring at his naked body and delighting themselves at his fear? Had they just brought him here to leave him to die unnoticed by everyone? Or what else were they up to do to him, things maybe even worse than death? This time Legolas was almost glad that the rug in his mouth muffled his sobs and the blindfold kept his tears from running down his cheeks. If the bastards were still here he would not give them such a display of his feelings. He was a prince after all and he would bear his fate as it was expected from him. If only it wouldn�t be this embarrassing to be bound naked like this, if only he would know what the next minutes would bring. Or was he even better off not knowing? Pictures of torture, of pain and humiliation drifted through his brain and he tried in vain to bite back a sob while the fabric of the blindfold was soaked with his tears as his body struggled and squirmed against his bonds.
Gradually Lindir crossed the room, drinking in the sight before him with lustdarkened eyes. He had arrived at his secret hut just by the time his friends, who had helped him to carry out this little plan of revenge, instructed by a veiled code of music, had left, finding everything prepared for his liking. And yes, a great sight it was, this sinfully gorgeous body of the young elf bound up with a dark cloth over his eyes, his head bowed in defeat and the silky hair hanging loose over his face, all of this making him beautiful beyond any measure. Here he finally was, his tempting dancer, totally at his mercy. And he would have him begging for mercy ere the night was over; begging him for mercy and release as he would have his way with him as he ever wanted to do since the first evening. No disappearing this time, no running away, this time the young one would have to stand up to everything his body had promised. The boy would never forget the consequences of making a master minstrel slip a chord. The bard felt the blood rush to his groin and his cock twitched in anticipation as he slowly approached his breathtaking captive.
The lithe body now moved in another sort of dance as he sought to fight his restraints, a dance even more enticing than anything else. And if the whole thing went according to plan there would still be another dance to be performed, one of wanton lust and pleasure.
Lindir drew in a deep breath and let his gaze wander one more time over the stunning picture in order to be able to memorize this splendor for ever after. He was highly aroused and slightly amused by the way the young prince tried to fight back his sobs. The youngling must be scared halfway to death, not knowing what was about to happen. - Time to give him a clue and start the game in earnest. But not with this gag in his mouth; being a musician Lindir didn�t want to play an instrument with a muffled sound and his instrument the boy would be, his fine tuned instrument, chanting every single tone he�d choose him to.
�Ah, have the evil elves gagged you, poor little one. Oh how nasty of them to stuff something into this pretty mouth of yours, making me unable to hear your voice. Let me help you with this!�
Legolas was so distracted by his futile struggle to gain any kind of composure that he hadn�t paid any attention to his surroundings, so he startled in shock when a deep rumbling voice spoke right beside his ear. Valar, someone was here and this someone had seen him, had seen him like this, naked, bound and sobbing. This was so humiliating, he only wanted to drop dead to the floor, not caring if this someone had come to rescue or to torment him further. And now there were hands reaching out to remove the gag. The prince tried to tilt his head away, but restrained as he was there was not enough room for him to move. As good as it was to have the nasty thing out of his mouth - what would help him now to keep down his sobs! The last thing he wanted to do was to embarrass himself further with sobbing out loud in the face of a stranger.
�Please�what�.where�.why?� he finally managed to stammer and was ashamed how fearful and barely audible his voice sounded. And the amused chuckle of the intruder told him his weakness had been noticed. Taking a deep breath he continued in a just slightly stronger tone of voice, �Who are you? What have I done to you to deserve this treatment?�
�So you don�t have any idea who I might be and what you have done? You don�t remember teasing me every single evening to an almost unbearable limit? Well, maybe I should help your memory a bit and let you have a look at me.� With these words the blindfold was rudely removed and Legolas stared in terror at the slender figure of Lindir. For a small moment the shock was big enough to let the young elf forget his awkward situation.
�You! But what have I done to you, how could I tease you? I�ve never done you any harm! We have never even spoken! I just listened to your music!� Suddenly the prince became aware again that he was still naked and bound and that the eyes of the minstrel were roaming shamelessly over his body. His couldn�t keep the tears from rolling down his cheeks and his voice broke again as he whispered, �I - I never thought you could do something mean like this.�
Lindir wasn�t able to hide his amusement. Not a trace was left of the pride and self-confidence of the young woodland elf. And how endearing he looked with his quivering lips, all dissolved into tears. The bard couldn�t remember to have ever seen something as sweet and arousing and could barely wait to let his hands glide over the fresh young body. But the youngling wanted to play the innocent, wanted answers. Well, answers he would get.
�Done no harm?� he growled with the most callous voice he could manage. �No harm? You, you little brat made me do the worst thing ever! You made me play a discord, a dissonance in front of all of Imladris. You have done this to me, seducing me with the swaying of your hips, the wiggling of your ass every single evening, just to disappear and leave me back aroused and frustrated. Now you will pay for it! Ere the night is over you will be my instrument and believe me, I�ll play you well.�
Legolas stared at the minstrel, his eyes wide with shock. �Seduce you? Leave you aroused? But how could I? You are male! Male like me! How could you be aroused by me as I�m not a maiden?�
Lindir drew in a sharp breath. Valar! - A virgin! The young one didn�t play the innocent - he was innocent! For a short moment the bard was tempted to release his prisoner and ask him for forgiveness for his mistake. But then he let his gaze wander once again over the enticing figure and knew that he would never be able to withstand the temptation. The minstrel had always been so proud to be able to read even the faintest hint of body language - and if there ever had been a body calling out �Take me!� in capital letters it was the body of the prince of Mirkwood. There couldn�t be any mistake. Maybe the young one just didn�t realize what he really wanted. Well now there was someone to show him. Just a slight change of the process of the game and everything would be perfect. Lindir had planned to take his captive hard and fast, in order to punish him for his behavior, but now, knowing he would be the first to touch this virginal body he would seduce him slowly and gently to make it as pleasurable as possible for the young beauty. Maybe, just maybe he would like it enough to want more; Lindir really would give his best to see to it.
�So you didn�t know a male would react to another male?� A deep chuckle filled the voice of the bard. �It�s true then, all the rumors about woodland elves jumping from tree to tree humping knotholes. Well, seems to be your lucky day today, princling. I�ll show you something far more pleasurable.� Slowly he traced just the tips of his fingers in a tender movement over the tearstained cheeks down to the chaw line, a bolt of lightning moving straight down to his groin at the first long desired touch. �Don�t be afraid, little one; I won�t do you any harm. You�ll like it, I promise! I know, you want it as much as I. Don�t tell me you didn�t secretly wish my fingers would glide over your body instead of my lute. I�ve noticed how you watched me.� The voice was now as soft as the caressing hands, as the minstrel stepped closer until he could feel the heat radiating from the trembling bound body.
Legolas struggled to flinch back; the restraints held him unmercifully in place and there was no chance to avoid the unwanted touch. Fresh tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down his face only to be gently wiped away by tender hands. He had heard rumors about males joining with other males, but he had always thought them to be a kind of an abomination. He had never thought that Lindir, the great minstrel, his idol, could be one of them, the elf with the nimble fingers moving like magic over his lute. And now these fingers were touching ---.
For a short moment the shaking body was only held upright by the ropes around his wrists as the knees of the prince gave way at the onslaught of contradicting emotions. He had dreamed - but these had been forbidden dreams which left him mortified beyond measure. In some way it felt nice to have those hands moving over his body even in this awkward situation, in some way he really had dreamed about them, wanted them to touch him, but it was wrong, an abomination, he was an abomination for his sinful desires. Even now the young prince could feel his treacherous body respond to the disturbing caresses and tried to fight the unwanted reaction with utter embarrassment.
�Please�please�Master Lindir please�let me go! Don�t�don�t do this to me! I�m a guest of Lord Elrond and you will be in trouble when he hears about it.� He was ashamed at how pleading his stammering voice came out of his mouth.
�Ah little one,� even in these whispered words the amusement was clearly audible, �all of Imladris noticed how you tried to seduce me every single evening. Who would blame me, when I take what you offered? And I can see that you like it!� All the while the hands of the minstrel continued to roam over his beautiful captive and he smiled gently when he noticed the slight change of the ragged breathing. This promised to be a great evening; he only had to keep the right balance between pushing and holding back.
Legolas felt like a hole was opening beyond his feet; he would have fallen were it not for the restraints. The elves at Lord Elrond�s hall, all the noble elves thought � this of him? They thought he would--? How could he ever look into their faces again? Unimportant what happened today, how could he ever again meet their eyes? The only thing he could do now was to run home and hide in his father�s woodland realm like a small elfling. And like a small whining elfling he blurted out his last desperate line of defense: �I�ll tell my father what you did to me. You know who I am! �
�Your father, Legolas Thranduilion,� now the bard could not suppress a loud laughter, �your father would be very delighted to hear that it had been me to introduce you to the pleasures of males. King Thranduil always used to be very fond of my skills.�
�My father!? - You!? - You - you did - this - with - with my father!? And - he liked it!? But - but this is disgusting - it�s wrong - an abomination! How can my father like this!?� The whole universe seemed to crash down on the head of the young prince. His father, the honorable and severe king of Mirkwood! Lindir must be lying; his father would never do such a thing. - Or - hadn�t there been some times when Legolas had seen his father coming out of his office together with his counselor, a faint satisfied smile on his lips? - And all the time there were those lively hands of the minstrel drawing tender circles over the chest of the bound elf, spreading unwelcomed tingling heat through his body straight down to his loins. In utter desperation he lowered his head and tried to hide his face behind his hair.
Lindir watched with fascinated delight how the body of his exquisite prisoner slowly started to react to his ministrations. There was fire and passion in the young one and he couldn�t wait to set it free. Almost touching the lovely ear with his lips he whispered: �Disgusting? Wrong? An abomination? Ah, none of these, my sweet one! It�s all about love and lust and pleasure, and how can these be wrong? Your body knows, although your mind still tries to deny it. Give in to your body, let me show you pleasures you never even could imagine. Don�t hide your pretty face from me; I want to see it melt in lust.�
The chin of the young elf was lifted in a gentle but firm grip and nimble fingers brushed his hair out of his face, moving deliberately over the pointed tip of an ear. The young prince drew in a sharp breath at the unexpected caress and his whole body shivered as a warm wave of delight washed through him. Burning shame colored his cheeks at the forbidden sensation and he bit his lip in embarrassment as new tears of humiliation slowly trickled out of his eyes.
The minstrel moaned low in his throat. As enthralling as it was to drink in the sight of the young elf with the awkward expression in his tearful eyes, the semi erect member betraying his arousal - the almost unbearable tightness in his own leggings and the growing wet spot seeping through the fabric made it crucial for him to make the next move. He caught one of the clear teardrops with his tongue, savoring the salty taste. Brushing his mouth slightly over the hot skin he whispered: �Don�t fight it, sweet one. There�s nothing wrong in it. Don�t deny yourself the needs of your body. Give yourself over to absolute pleasure. Let me show you how good it is. Let me taste not only your tears, sweet though they may be.�
Placing a soft kiss on trembling lips his hands moved again over the now heavily panting chest, finding a tiny nipple and stroking it to hardness. The bard traced his lips over the tender throat, caressing every inch of skin with his tongue and smiled delightedly when he heard the first blissful moan as he gently sucked on the sensitive flesh.
Legolas tried in vain to fight back the needful sounds coming out of his mouth. Lindir�s hot wet tongue gliding over his skin felt too good and involuntarily he tilted his head back to let it gain better access. And the lively fingers on his nipples sent bolts of lightning to his now fully aroused member with every gentle twist and pull. This felt too good to be wrong, maybe the minstrel was right and he should really let his body take over and just enjoy the heavenly sensations. There couldn�t be anything wrong in something as wonderful as this. And now the mouth joined the hands and the sensation of hot suction and gentle nibbling teeth on the swollen nubs was almost beyond any endurance. His whole body shook violently as the hands glided lower, circling his navel and tracing tender patterns over his abdomen.
Lindir placed soft kisses all over the trembling body, enchanted by the soft moans and strangled gasps he was able to bring forth from his beautiful prince. This was even better than he had dreamed. A part of him wanted to hear these heavenly sounds forever, but another part was eager to be able to listen to an even more intense kind of music. Carefully avoiding the straining erection he plunged his tongue deep into the tiny navel and was rewarded with a ragged cry and an almost forceful flexion of muscles which sent a shiver down his own spine and made him fight the urge to touch his own almost hurting hardness.
�Yes, that�s my boy,� he groaned hoarsely against the sweatcovered skin, �Sing it out to me! Let me hear how you like what I do to you. Do you like what I do to you? Tell me what you want me to do, my beautiful one!�
For a long moment Legolas was unable to form his moans into coherent words. �Ah - Lindir -Valar - Lindir -� he was finally able to breathe, � please � stop � please � Lindir � it�s � ah Valar � it�s so good � please stop � please I need � ah Lindir � please do � do something!�
�And what would that be, my sweet one?� Lindir also was barely able to speak. �Would it be this?� He cupped the heavy balls of the prince gently in his hand and moved his nimble fingers over them like he used to move them over his lute. A sharp intake of breath followed by a shuddering moan was the only answer.
�Or would you rather have this?� His agile tongue traced the pulsating member from the root to the tip, circling the tiny slit and savoring the sweet taste of the pearls of precum already leaking out, before he swallowed the velvety length deep down his throat.
Legolas screamed. He had never expected something like this to happen. It was heaven, pure heaven and he lost himself in the sensation of the hot wet mouth moving around his engorged member. When something gently pressed against the opening between his legs he was tempted to flinch away, but this soft pressure too felt fantastic and just added to the overwhelming pleasure. Feverishly he tried to rock his hips, not knowing what he needed more - the moist cavern surrounding his hardness and the nimble tongue swirling over the sensitive tip and the pulsating vein on the underside, or the insistent finger caressing his tight opening - but the restraints made it almost impossible for him to move and all he could do was to thrash around his head uttering needful whimpers and moans. Never ever had the young prince felt like this, his few experiences with maidens always leaving him unfulfilled. But this was � this was like it should be. The sweet suction drew sobbing cries out of his lungs and he felt his body tightening in the approach of his climax. Grateful he clung to the supportive ropes as his knees gave way and his legs refused to support him any longer. But he could not come like this; he just could not spill his seed into the mouth of the master bard of Imladris. Desperately he tried to hold back.
�Aah � Lindir � I can�t � aah � Valar - stop � so good � aah - - I�ll - -!�
Noticing that the young elf was about to come undone Lindir increased his sucking motions and swallowed round the twitching head. His mouth and tongue moved in a daze. Never had he experienced such bliss in pleasuring another. He had noticed the slight hesitation when he touched the secret opening of his captive, but soon was rewarded with an increase of sweet lustful sounds, filling his ears more enchanting than the most delicious music. As he looked up he was almost shocked to see the beautiful face torn in an expression of ultimate rapture.
The minstrel nearly came in his leggings which felt much too tight over his painful hardness. As he let his own moan vibrate through the velvety steel, all Legolas could do was to throw back his head in ecstasy and cry out his release in a long keening wail, as he spilled his hot liquid deep down Lindir�s throat who swallowed eagerly like it was the essence of life itself.
Licking the prince gently through the aftermaths of his orgasm the bard quickly untied the bonds around the ankles and stood up in a swift movement to hold the shivering body, which hung almost unconscious, only held upright by the ropes binding his wrists, in a firm embrace. Reaching upwards to open the last knots he caught the limp frame in his strong arms and cradled the heavily panting elf soothingly to his chest.
�Ah, my sweet one, that�s been good for you,� he murmured, placing tender kisses all over the sweatcovered face, �So good to see your pleasure, so good to hear your sweet voice sing out your bliss. Ah, how much you liked it! Let me make you comfortable and then let me show you more. I promise you�ll like everything I do to you.�
Carefully Lindir guided the stumbling elf to the bed and helped him to lie down comfortably before he swiftly removed his clothes and stretched out besides his sweet captive, pulling him again into a tight embrace, hissing as his straining erection came into contact with the hot skin.
�I�m sorry,� Legolas mumbled, looking with drowsy eyes at the bard, �I didn�t want to��
�But I wanted it, my gorgeous one; I wanted to drink everything you had to give. And how sweet you taste. Kiss me and taste your sweetness in my mouth!�
Covering the luscious mouth with his own Lindir encouragingly licked over the closed lips demanding entrance and groaned in pleasure when Legolas opened up to him and tentatively answered the kiss just with the tip of his tongue, tasting himself for the first time in the mouth of another. After a short moment of hesitation the prince decided that he liked the taste and soon the two tongues moved around another in a deep and blissful dance, leaving both elves heavily panting and moaning.
Lindir frantically rubbed his aching hardness against a slender hip. The way the young elf responded to his kiss, coyly at first, but soon bolder, mirroring every move of his tongue, eager to learn and experiment, made him more aroused than he had ever thought possible. All he wanted to do was to drive his swollen length deep into the willowy body. He had to find his release soon or he would not be able to give the young one all the time and tenderness he needed for his first experience.
�My sweet one,� he whispered feverishly, reluctantly breaking the kiss,� I need you so badly! If you liked what I did to you, please return me the favor, I want so badly to feel your sweet mouth on me!�
Legolas stared at him in shock. He had noticed the needful state of the bard but he had never done a thing like this. Yes it had been wonderful, the most blissful thing he had ever experienced, when Lindir had done it to him, but he just didn�t know if he would be able to fulfill this task. What if he would choke or get sick. As much as he wanted to help the minstrel, he was too afraid to do as requested.
�But - but,� the prince finally managed to stammer, �I don�t know � I�ve never � I mean I really liked it � but � I don�t know.�
�Ah my sweet, beautiful prince, just look at me, see how much I need you. I know you would make it so good for me. Please, do it for me. It would make me so very happy; it would give me so much pleasure. Don�t be afraid, I promise I�ll not come in your mouth.�
Gradually Legolas approached the throbbing arousal with his mouth and traced his tongue tentatively over the pulsating tip. At once he was rewarded with a shuddering gasp. Slowly tasting he drew his lips and tongue over the straining shaft, placing soft kisses all over the hard length. The combination of soft skin and hard flesh felt incredibly good and the increasing moans of the bard sounded even more exquisite than the most beautiful ballads. Cupping the thick head with his lips he took as much as he could manage into his mouth, delighted by the answering cry of pure lust.
�Ah Valar � ah my sweet one � what you do to me - so good � so very good � ah what you do to me � ah Valar � so good!�
Tangling his hands into the sheets Lindir fought hard not to thrust deep into the hot cavern. Never ever had he felt such bliss. Every hesitant touch, betraying the inexperience of the young elf, sent bolts of almost unbearable pleasure up and down his spine directly to the center of his need. His breath came in loud moans out of his heavily panting chest and his whole body writhed and shook in fiery sensations of agonizing lust. He would not be able to last much longer; even now he felt his body tense in the approach of a mind-blowing climax.
Proud that he was able to give the minstrel so much pleasure Legolas tried to memorize everything that was done to him earlier. He wanted so much to hear more of the sweet sounds that brought his own arousal back to full hardness. Greedily he swirled his tongue over the soft skin, tipped it rapidly into the tiny slit and traced it firmly over the swollen vein while he sucked the rigid flesh as deep as he could into his mouth. Lightheaded he noticed the increase of shameless groans and whimpers, accompanied by a shuddering flexion of taut belly muscles. Suddenly his head was pushed back by a trembling hand.
�Ah � enough � ah Valar � too close � can�t � Valar - - ahh - - -!�
Lindir�s back arched from the bed in a perfect bow as hot wave after hot wave of his release flashed through his body and with a hoarse cry he spilled his creamy fluid in heavy spurts all over the chest of the young prince who stared at him wide-eyed and trembling in stunned appreciation.
�My sweet one, my lovely little prince, thank you so very much! That was so wonderful.� The minstrel sighed, slowly regaining his breath, �You made me so very, very happy. So good what you did to me! Thank you so very much! Come to me and let me hold you.�
�So you were pleased by what I did? I�m so happy you liked it! You know, I�ve � I�ve never done this before, I didn�t know � I liked so much to make you happy, so glad to please you like this!� Babbling, still flabbergasted by the awesome reactions of the bard, Legolas allowed his chest to be cleaned gently with a soft rug and snuggled close to the warm awaiting body.
Quietly smiling Lindir pulled the prattling elf in a tight embrace, silencing him with tender kisses. For the next time the room was filled with the soft sounds of doting kisses, muffled moans and endearments and the enticing reverberation of hot skin gliding over hot skin, sounds that got more ardent and passionate by every passing minute.
Entrancing his young prince with a deep and scorching kiss Lindir drew hot circles over his back, slowly reaching lower until his fingers dived into the delicate cleft and deliberately stroked over the taut opening. First all the answer he got was an increase of needful groans but suddenly Legolas broke the kiss and stared in shock at the minstrel.
�Sh, my gorgeous one, relax! You liked it, when I touched you like this before. You�ll even enjoy it more this time. Just relax and let me take care of you; let me show you the most exquisite pleasure. Trust me and relax.�
�Yes, I liked it, - feels good � but I don�t know, - I don�t know, I�ve heard it hurts so much.� The young elf stammered, shamefully turning his head away, but his body still moved unconsciously into the arousing caress, eager to gain more of the sweet sensation.
�Don�t be afraid my little one�, the bard�s voice was all tender encouragement, �I won�t hurt you, I promise. I�ll be all gentle and slow, give you all the time you need. And I promise, I�ll stop whenever you ask me to. Don�t be afraid, just relax, it won�t hurt when you�re relaxed. You�ll see, you�ll like it, you�ll feel so much pleasure. Look, I�ll take some oil to ease the way. Now lay back, relax and open up for me, it�ll be so good for you.�
Obediently Legolas spread his legs, all reassured by the minstrel�s calming words and keen to experience all of the promised ecstasy, and allowed Lindir to kneel between them and trace an oiled finger over his hidden entrance. Almost instantly he was caught again in the blissful realm of outmost rapture. The slick finger slowly circling his tiny opening, gently pushing in and out, breaching the inexperienced muscle further, demanding deeper entrance with each careful glide sent shuddering waves of unbelievable pleasure through his whole twisting body with every divine move. Valar � this was � this was incredible � this was ecstasy beyond any measure. The young prince rocked his hips to impale himself deeper on the miraculous finger and sobbed out his lust in needful moans and cries.
�Ah, my sweet one, my lovely little prince, that�s so good for you! Ah yes, you love it so very much! Yes, sing it out for me, sing out your pleasure! Let me hear, how much you like it! So good to hear you sing out your lust!� The low sensual purr was immediately answered by an increase of quivering moans.
Lindir drank in the enticing sight in utter amazement. He had felt the fire in the young one but never imagined him to be this responsive. How could someone like this deny the longings of his body for so long? The bard felt delighted and highly aroused to be the one who set this passion free. That it was him who showed the prince the bliss of his true nature. Gently he pushed a second finger into the tight channel, stretching the firm muscle and deliberately searched for the tiny nub that would lead his sweet lover to staggering delight.
Legolas arched his back with a breath-taking cry when something deep within his body was touched which sent bolts of fiery pleasure all through his body. His hands almost tore the sheets when his body twisted and shook at the onslaught of mind-boggling sensations and feverishly he plunged his hips down, desperately in need for more of the heavenly friction.
�Aah Valar! � What you do! � So good! � Aah -so good! - Aah Valar - -!�
�Ah, you like this so much! It�s what you need so much! So good, so very good for you! This, my amazing one is the magic center of lust, your sweet spot, hidden deep within your body. Ah, you can�t imagine how gorgeous you look all wanton and abandoned in lust! Ah yes, impale yourself deep on my fingers! Ah how much you love it, how good it makes you feel! And your voice, your sweet voice singing out your pleasure for me! Ah � can�t wait any longer! � Need to take you now! � Need to be in you now! � Please let me in!�
The prince murmured in disapprovement when the nimble fingers were pulled out. It had been too delightful to feel them moving inside his body and he didn�t want them to stop. He wanted this blissful feeling to go on forever. When the thick head of the bard�s member nudged his opening and gently started to push in, his body tightened involuntarily, all his fears of a hurtful intrusion rushing back into his mind. Instinctively he flinched away, gasping in pain.
With a heavy sight of frustration the bard stopped his movements when he felt the young elf tense up. He had barely breached the well-stretched muscle. Fighting the urge to force his throbbing length into the lithe body, he took the young one into his arms and placed soothing kisses all over his face.
�Calm down little one! Everything will be fine if you relax. It only hurts when you are tense. Loosen up for me! Remember the pleasure I could give you with my fingers, imagine how much more pleasure I will be able to give you with my cock. And I�d love so very much to feel you around me, it would make me so very happy.�
�Can�t, I really try to, but � but � just can�t relax.� Legolas was almost crying, hot tears of shame running down his cheeks. He too had wanted to feel the minstrel inside him and was utterly embarrassed by the mortifying reaction of his body. �I really want you to do it, but � but it will hurt so much. You�re � it�s so big, it will never fit in, it will rip me open. I really like to make you happy and I really liked what you did before and I want you to do more. Maybe � maybe if you distract me - ?�
�Don�t cry, my precious one, everything will be fine, just trust me. I won�t hurt you, I won�t tear you open, just trust me, everything will be fine. Let me distract you! You liked my fingers; do you want my fingers again? Do you want me to make you completely relaxed? Do you want me to do this for you?� Comforted by the calming words and kisses the young elf leaned back and nodded shyly his agreement.
Still murmuring encouraging endearments the minstrel gently pushed his fingers back into the tight channel and soon was rewarded with another outburst of needful moans. Speeding up the pace, every time searching deliberately for the spot of outmost pleasure, he reached with his free hand for the long neglected member of his alluring lover, stroking it firmly in the rhythm of his thrusts. Soon Legolas arched his back, wailing out his bliss as he spilled his seed in heavy spurts.
Feeling the young prince going limp in the aftermaths of his climax, Lindir carefully pulled his fingers almost all the way out. Only leaving the tips in the quivering tunnel to spread the now completely relaxed muscle, he gradually replaced them with his still oil-glistening hardness, all the time watching out for any signs of tension or pain. But all he could notice in the peaceful face was a little frown of discomfort, which after an instant made place for an entranced smile. Catching the lust-swollen lips in a passionate kiss he slowly pushed engorged shaft into the taut channel until he was fully sheathed, groaning in pleasure when his pulsating length was swallowed inch by inch by the hot tightness.
�Ah my precious prince � so good to be inside you � so hot � so tight!� the minstrel breathed, heavily panting, �Tell me how you feel! You�re still in pain? Tell me that you feel fine!�
Legolas felt a slight trace of discomfort at the first intrusion of the engorged member into his untrained body, but soon the sensation of being filled like this sent heavenly shivers of pure lust up and down his spine and brought his spent member back to full arousal. It felt so good, so very right to feel the velvety hardness slowly glide deep into him, opening the most secret part of his body to the most delightful stimulation. How could he ever have thought this bliss to be awful and wrong? How could he have lived without it for so long, even dreading this divine experience? The deep groans of the bard as he entered him completely added to his pleasure in an unimaginable measure. The young elf rolled his head from side to side and sighed elatedly, a dreamy smile spreading all over his face.
�No pain � just strange, full. � Feels good to be filled by you like this, good to have you in me! Please stay like this � feels so good � stay in me like this!�
Gritting his teeth against the urge to plunge deep into the sweat-glistening body Lindir draw a deep breath and managed with an almost unbearable effort to do as he was asked. He had to give the young one time to get accustomed to this new sensation. His needful throbbing member felt ready to burst at any second. It was torture to stay motionless like this, when all he wanted to do was to slide his length passionately all the way through the shivering channel; but the bard had never experienced a more heavenly kind of torture. When he felt a tentative movement of the slender hips he knew he couldn�t hold on any longer and answered with the slightest thrusts he could manage.
�Ah � please � have to move � ah so good � let me move � need it so very much � ah Valar � so good!�
Pushing back encouragingly Legolas let out a ragged gasp. It felt so incredibly good when Lindir started to move with gentle thrusts, answering each one of his moans with a groan of his own. Once the minstrel felt the need of his body take over he slowly increased the pace until he plunged deep into his eager lover, each movement answered by a lustful moan.
As soon as the steely length drove over the magic nub of lust the prince cried out his pleasure in a breathless, trembling wail. He slung his legs tightly around the fervently thrusting hips and carved his fingers deep into the broad shoulders of the minstrel, eager to counter the ardent rhythm. Soon the two elves moved like one in the eternal passionate dance of lust, their feverish growls and groans filling the room with the most heavenly music straight from the beginning of time.
When Lindir felt that he wouldn�t last any longer he reached for the dripping member of his lover and firmly stroked it in time with his thrusts,
�Aah Valar! � So close! � Aah - Can�t hold back! � Come with me! � Aah Valar! - Need you to come with me now!�
A bolt of lightning rushed through Legolas and his whole body shook as he wailed out his mind-blowing release at the same time as Lindir spilled his hot seed deep inside him with a staggering howl.
Exhausted by the burning force of their climax the two lovers sunk in back to the sheets in a boneless heap. Slowly regaining their breath they cuddled close together and their lips met in a long, contented kiss. Finally pulling his mouth free Legolas looked with still drowsy eyes at the minstrel, a satisfied smile on his lips.
�Lindir, may I dance for you again tomorrow?�
The End
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