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Too Much
Disclaimer: this installment is for the sole purpose of entertainment both the author and the readers.
I do not intent to make money of it, so please don't sue me.
All characters unless noted otherwise are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien.
It's Tolkien's fault. Had he given us more female Elves to work on....
As it is we must deal with what we have - not that we care. :-))
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: In the wake of Elrond's council solitary Erestor finds a new love ....and an old one returns unexpectedly.
Slight SM, lots of drama and some sex. Be warned and prepared...
Author's note: this is the result of an RPG, so not solely written by me but by Lady Phoenix as well.
Archieve: as long as we know: yes.
Feedback: YESSSSSS! It keeps us going!
Pairing: Erestor/Lindir, Erestor/OMC
slight S&M warning for this chapter!
Opening the connecting door that led back to his own rooms, Erestor stopped and drank in the sight of his husband reclining on a settee. "I could get used to this view - it has a domestic quality we haven't had the chance to know earlier."
Daerdion smiled and nodded. "Aye, we have lost time... but I think that we will find it pleasant catching up on what we may have missed." The elf closed his book and set it aside before venturing, "I have been thinking this evening about our situation. Things cannot go on as they are, obviously. Lindir needs the strength that a bonding might afford him. We should speak to Elrond. Perhaps new bonds can indeed be forged without the breaking of old. Perhaps there is a way to simply include him in ours..."
Erestor's heart missed a beat, so surprised was he at the suggestion. He sat down beside his husband. "That would.... after all that would only be acceptable if there was love between all of us.... I would be happy if there were good feelings between the two of you, but I'm afraid that is still some distance to go." That his two loved ones should discover love between them was more than Erestor had ever hoped for.
"Aye..." Daer sounded almost wistful. "I think he does not yet even trust me with you. It may be long before he would trust me with him." The elf shook his head and regarded Erestor quietly.
"Do you then trust yourself with him?" Erestor asked quietly. "I wouldn't be jealous, indeed t'would make me even happier."
"Have you come back to work, then? I know you have neglected your duties to pass the time with us."
"Aye. There is important correspondence that needs proof-reading and underwriting. I hope Celefin did a good job, I then may be finished rather quickly."
A glance at his desk made him grimace. "The punishment for laziness comes swiftly. My assistant has been busy this afternoon." he sat down and scanned the three orderly piles of parchment. Celefin had already sorted the urgent and unimportant correspondence, Erestor noticed with satisfaction as he picked up the first letter to proof-read it. //well done, Celefin.//
He signed and sealed it.
Thus he fared with most others. Two had to be re-written - of course correspondence with Thranduil. That done, Erestor put down the quill and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He stood, legs making hard contact with the table and his quill rolled and fell to the ground. //it is late, indeed. I should call it a night.// Erestor's body was tense and his nerves strung ever so tight.
Erestor knelt to pick up the quill, his eyes falling onto Daer's lazily outstretched feet. A long forgotten way to get rid of all his tension was suddenly again at hand. All he had to do was....to kiss that foot!
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Soon after Daer and he had gotten together they had discovered how pain and control - or the complete relinquishing of it - seemed to perfectly blend at times with their sex.
With their knowledge from the rituals they agreed upon a initial gesture, a safeword and the rule that no injury would be inflicted that would not heal within a day or two. The session would be started any time wordlessly by the one requiring domination kneeling at the feet of the other and kissing the shoe or foot. The kiss was crucial because there were too many reasons to kneel - be it quickly stolen blow job or the caring for sores or injuries on the other elf's lower body.
They hardly ever had the time or privacy to do it at all, but that made it only the more special, more desirable.
More often than not it was Erestor assuming that kneeling position for the always tightly controlled and restrained Noldo found immense pleasure and liberation in completely handing over control to Daerdion.
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Erestor leant in and kissed Daer's foot only to remain in that position, eyes fixed on the ground, waiting with a trembling heart, wondering if his husband remembered.
Daerdion started at the gentle touch and then smiled faintly. "I suppose I should have known you would not forget so special a bond, melda," he purred to the other elf. Rising to enhance the difference of stature between them visually, Daerdion ordered. "Strip your clothes off. I shouldn't have to tell you to do so," he added in a tone of definite reprimand.
Without waiting to see if Erestor would comply, Daer stalked past the other elf and stood beside the bed to watch. "Hurry."
Erestor rose swiftly and dropped his clothes as quickly as he could. Stepping over to the bed, he gathered his hair in a twisted know so it would be out of the way. He shivered with anticipation as he stood, eyes downcast, beside Daer, awaiting the next command.
"Very good. So lovely..." Daerdion reached out to trail his fingers down Erestor's body. He gripped a bit of hair on the elf's inner thigh and tugged, a sharp, quick pain. "And you flinch so nicely, melda. You always have." After a few moments of thought, Daerdion rose and urged his lover to step closer to the bed. "Lean forward. Rest your head on your arms."
Tempted though Daerdion was to take Erestor over his lap and spank him, the rubbing of their most intimate areas tended to bring him off more quickly than he wanted. //This should last...//
Without a word Erestor assumed the desired position that left him rather exposed. It was the one thing he'd rather forgo but Dear knew that exactly and had probably chosen this for exactly that reason. So he tensely waited for his husband's next move.
Though he knew that leather or wood might give more of a jolt, Daerdion preferred his hand. The elf brought it back and then down again with a resounding slap of flesh on flesh.
Erestor all but growled at the first burning slap. It took willpower not to spin around and stop the action. But he wouldn't. This was what he needed to let go.
He continued the assault until Erestor's flesh was a bright pink. The same hand which had doled out pain gently caressed the bruised flesh.
Erestor shuddered with the sudden gentility bestowed upon him. He had slowly surrendered and his mind now was in a state of acceptance, his body showing signs of arousal and stress that came from the pain.
"Does it hurt much, melda?" Daerdion purred as he applied more pressure to the affected area.
"Aye..." he whispered, suppressing a whimper. He had grown soft in those past three millennia!
"Hush... there's nothing to fear." Daer whispered the words while at the same time letting his fingers dip into the cleft of Erestor's ass.
The Counselor sighed, pushing slightly backwards though his position left not much room to move.
"And do you think that you might enjoy this more than the beating? Answer quickly," Daer warned, his hand tangling in his lover's hair and pulling his head back just a bit.
He was slightly surprised that there came no new pain, wondering what Daer had in mind and so he delayed his answer dangerously long "Whatever you do, beloved." Erestor panted.
Daerdion smiled at the answer and jerked Erestor backward until his spine was bowed and their lips could meet. He could still feel the heat of the bruised flesh beneath his fingers, and Daer plunged his tongue deep into his lover's mouth. //Hardly have the patience for it tonight.// Before he could make another move, though, the door creaked open.
TBC...
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