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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
The Counselor woke early, as was his habit. He felt wonderfully warm in the seemingly chaos of tangled limbs. He couldn't tell whose leg applied that delicious pressure against his morning-erection or whose hand on his chest twitched rhythmically in some dream. One of his fingers had slipped into Lindir's mouth and the bard's tongue caressed it. His other hand laid flat on Daerdion's hard stomach, fingertips just grazing a bit of coarse hair below the navel. Erestor closed his eyes and simply relished the sensations that made him feel as if he was the Valar's most beloved elf.
Lindir woke first. Finding his lips already resting around Erestor's fingers, he smiled and sucked gently on the digits even before his eyes opened. "Morning," he whispered, voice husky with sleep, before letting his hand trail down and over Daer's to explore his lover's arousal.
"Good mo-mmmmmh..." his greeting ended in a pleased moan feeling Lindir's fingers teasing his hardness. His fingers curled against Lindir's neck.
The tickle of sensation woke Daer as well, and he blinked blearily in the morning light only to smile his approval of the quiet morning play. He pressed a kiss to the side of Erestor's neck. "Sleep well?"
"Perfectly fine. Though the wakeup seems even better." he tugged at Daer's hair to pull the warrior close enough to kiss him deeply while he was deliciously aware of Lindir's skilled hand. //ai, this is perfect! yet, we shouldn't. not now. Lindir's too weak...//
Apparently much less concerned on his own behalf than Erestor was for him, Lindir continued the slow, firm strokes as he watched the pair kiss. Jealousy no longer sparked at the sight. He knew his place now, knew that he would remain with them somehow. //And if the bond cannot be expanded?// Lindir felt a flash of worry, but after the previous night, it seemed impossible that he would be turned away.
As if picking up on Erestor's thoughts, though, Daer pulled back from the kiss to look at the youngest elf. "I am not sure you are up to the game you have begun, Lindir. We should perhaps wait-"
"Nay. I am well enough for some things, surely." Coyly, the bard looked to Erestor. "And you would not wish me to stop, would you?"
Erestor groaned "To use my own body against me!" tantalizing how sure Lindir sounded suddenly! Extremely seductive... And that hand on him.... so deliciously playing him, turning him into a willess puppet.... almost against his will the Counselor made short of Lindir's nightshirt and pulled the sweet young elf into a deep, hungry kiss. He still restrained himself, afraid to hurt or exert the injured youth. Ah, such sweet taste! So many possibilities! //i hope there will be love between them one day!//
One hand seeking out Daer's groin Erestor looked at Lindir "Would you kiss him?" he asked with a husky voice.
The bard smiled faintly. "Aye," he responded before looking up at Daer. There seemed more color in his cheeks, a spark in his eyes that had been missing before. "If you would have it?"
Daer nodded. "I would never refuse so sweet a gift." He tilted his head and leaned in toward the bard. Once their lips met, he proceeded to ravage the boy's lips until he heard a soft moan come from Lindir. //Ah, but he is responsive!//
Erestor moaned at the sight of his two lovers kissing each other deeply. "Beautiful..." he whispered. The hand not busy stroking Daer to full arousal caressed Lindir's back and then slid down between the young one's legs to find the bard's cock already straining hard. He wrapped his hand around the heated flesh, squeezed and pulled.
Lindir gasped and broke the kiss, though his forehead remained resting against Daer's. He looked down to see Erestor stroking them both, and the sight sent new fire singing through him. Holding tight to the headboard with his good arm, Lindir rocked into his lover's grip.
"Elbereth, I could wake to this every morning," Daerdion managed as he watched Erestor's hand moving over his flesh and Lindir's at once. "But, melda, what is it that you want for yourself?"
What he truly wanted was Lindir. To take the bard, to open him up and be received inside that delicious body and make Lindir his. But that would take time and it would exert the young one too much, or so he thought. He wouldn't do any harm to Lindir. Besides: to keep this up would certainly be his undoing!
But there were other ways to have all three of them involved and beautifully pleasured. "Mouths." he panted. "Feel a mouth on me and.... drink from one of you in turn. And watch... Ai!" they could form a wonderful triangle and he would be able to watch at the same time how his lovers would pleasure one another! The idea alone almost sent him over the edge.
"Aye," Daer agreed. He leaned in and pressed his lips harshly to Lindir's once more only to drift over and whisper into his ear, "Let him drink from you if you are willing to do the same for me."
The bard groaned and nodded. The positioning proved awkward at first, but soon he'd found a way to settle on his side, cock poised before Erestor's lips, and soon Daer's was nudging at his. He opened his mouth and welcomed the length. Blue eyes traveled up over Daer's body to where the warrior's mouth was stretched around the girth of Erestor's cock.
Erestor hungrily devoured the flesh offered, sucking Lindir deep into his throat, his hands alternating between guiding Daer - who wasn't really in such need - and caressing Lindir's lithe form, sneaking a hand between the firm buttocks.
Lindir eagerly responded to that touch. As he once more began to gain strength and control of his body, he felt the desire to be taken stirring with it. He wanted Erestor, desired him so terribly it ached.
Feeling the almost fierce reaction to his fingers touching Lindir's opening Erestor growled deep in his throat. He wanted to throw himself onto the bard and bury himself deep inside. A tremor shook his body as he fought back the urge and instead wettened his fingers, working two digits into the tight velvety heat and feeling for that special spot.
All his senses were occupied with lovemaking, tasting, feeling, hearing and smelling his lovers. He groaned around Lindir's cock while he watched Lindir work on Daer's. He guided one of Lindir's hands to Daer's balls and lightly squeezed Lindir's fingers shut, thus squeezing his husband's scrotum.
Daer groaned, and the sound vibrated through Erestor's cock. He knew it was Erestor guiding the movement, showing Lindir what he most enjoyed. The sense of his husband's influence and the bard's soft fingers were a heady combination. Determined not to cum without taking Erestor over the edge as well, Daer sucked harder and began to gently knead his husband's sack.
Since his position did not leave Erestor much room to move or react in any way, the Noldo found himself restrained by sucking and being sucked. Sweeter than any ties and more intoxicating by far! He tilted his hips and spread his legs farther to show Daerdion his approval while his hand fisted thick tresses of hair.
Overwhelmed by the intensity of sensations Erestor fell over the edge, his body tensing and trembling, his fingers involuntarily pressing harder against Lindir's sweet spot, groaning around the bard's length.
The vibration and the harsh stabbing at his prostate sent Lindir spiraling toward climax. He managed to keep ahold of himself enough not to stop suckling at Daerdion's cock. He looked up to see a thin trail of white escaping the seal between Dear's mouth and Erestor's cock, and a moment later, he tasted the same sweetly bitter fluid in his own mouth. The bard groaned and grabbed Daer's hips to hold him steady, instead working his head over the length.
Erestor swallowed greedily but did not manage to keep it all in. He only regretted that he had not been able to watch his lovers' faces. Slowly he let go of the softening member and then, very very carefully slid his fingers out of the bard's body.
Lindir sighed, feeling empty at the loss but too warm and sated to protest. Instead he allowed himself to be guided by Erestor into a more convenient position.
He felt boneless and wonderfully sated and was deeply moved. With a sheer act of will Erestor shifted enough to gather Lindir into his arms and tug at Daer's hair to have the warrior snuggle up.
He kissed them both and after a moment he managed to whisper "thank you. both of you."
"You say that as if we did not benefit as well, melda." Daerdion nipped at his husband's ear and then kissed his cheek.
Erestor swatted away his husband's face "Ai! Not the ear, not now!" he tried to look angry but failed. "It is because the two of you - I had not expected you to be willing to share like this."
"It was an intense experience... and one I very much look forward to repeating," Daer added with another kiss for Lindir.
The bard smiled almost shyly and let his head fall down again onto Erestor's shoulder. "When can we speak to Lord Elrond?"
Erestor couldn't help but laugh "My, you are supposed to be sick and weak and not so eager to get up! Bathroom, pen-neth! Once we're all clean we can seek out Elrond. Shooo!"
Erestor's bathroom was small and the three interrupted each other's cleansing with caresses and kisses; so it took a while until they were all dressed up properly to seek out the Lord's counsel.
TBC...
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