TITLE: Another Heaviness of Soul! - Sequel to ‘Majority’ [N.B. It’s not terribly necessary to read ‘Majority’ before this story. However, I suggest that if you like this, then you’ll find ‘Majority’ just as enjoyable, and some of the references in this story might make a bit more sense then!] AUTHOR: Bone Fauna (check out my author’s page at http://arcticfox42.phpwebhosting.com/opm/authors/bonefauna.htm ) PARING/S: Glorfindel/Elrohir(+Elladan) (also a bit of Glorfindel/Elladan which comes from ‘Majority’) RATING: NC-17 SUMMARY: It is the day of the twins’ majority, and Glorfindel has already given Elladan his birthday present. However, there is now the pressing matter of Elrohir.... WARNINGS: Nothing I can really think of – For the more delicate of you, I’ve actually tried to keep incest *out* of this, if that’s possible in a threesome involving the twins! Otherwise, this is an NC-17 – so I think that’s pretty self-explanatory! DISCLAIMER: Usual stuff – not mine but Tolkien’s, though I think he’d let me keep them after what I’ve done to them! AUTHOR’S NOTES: Okay. This was not what I originally had in mind for how ‘Majority’ would develop – but I’ve just had too many requests for a sequel which would depict Glorfindel giving Elrohir his birthday present and hell, I couldn’t refuse the challenge of writing a good bit of filthy slash between two/three beautiful elves . This is my first threesome – so please be kind! Anyway, here you are, hot from the press – I now need some time to recollect myself and come to grips with the horrifying fact that I actually wrote this! Love always to my friend and fellow fanfic writer, Weed Flora, who hopefully doesn’t think any less of me for having given in to popular demand and written this ‘story’! Thanx also to everyone who wrote back in response to ‘Majority’ – it was your input that persuaded me to write this! AND PLEASE EVERYONE, WRITE ME AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! ; ) Another Heaviness of Soul! Elladan stretched out on the bed, and realised that his bed-partner was no longer there next to him. A little alarmed, he lifted his head, and with relief saw that Glorfindel was still in the room. However, he was starting to get dressed, and he had a rather no-nonsense, determined look on his face. “Glorfindel?” He asked, a little uncertain how he was meant to act around his friend and mentor, now that they had made love. “Ahh – you are awake,” the blonde said, his cool face broken with a radiant smile. Elladan smiled back shyly. “I didn’t realise I had drifted off. How long have I been asleep?” “Barely half an hour,” the lord replied, walking over and giving Elladan a kiss. Elladan greedily welcomed the blonde’s lips, and parted his mouth to encourage Glorfindel to take him more fully. With a soft laugh, Glorfindel willing obeyed, and took complete possession of the young lordling’s mouth. He explored the boy’s mouth with his tongue, and then began sucking and chewing lusciously on Elladan’s bottom lip and tongue. Elladan moaned into the kiss, feeling utterly overwhelmed by it. After a few passionate moments, Glorfindel pulled back. “Ai, no!” Elladan cried in dismay. “I’m sorry, little one, but I do not have time for this at the moment.” Glorfindel gave Elladan another quick, chaste kiss, and then went back to the vanity table, where he began to brush his hair back into a semblance of decorum. Elladan pouted, but after a few moments, realised that the blonde was not going to give in. Sighing, Elladan began to search the room for wherever Glorfindel had thrown his robe. “What is so important that you cannot even indulge me on my birthday?” Elladan said, somewhat sulkily. Glorfindel looked at the raven-haired elf in the mirror. “Indulging another boy on his birthday.” Elladan looked over at the blonde and raised an eyebrow. “Elrohir? Are you serious?” “Of course,” Glorfindel said, his gaze returning back to his own reflection. “After all, he was my first intention.... Would you like to come?” This was the last thing Elladan had expected. He stared with disbelief at the back of Glorfindel’s head, his robe hanging forgotten in his hand. “Wh-.... you... that’s....no!” Glorfindel put down the brush and half turned around in his seat to look at Elladan properly. “Are you sure? I may find myself able to indulge you at the same time....” He left the statement hanging suggestively. Elladan swallowed, feeling himself becoming slightly aroused again. Before his body could betray him, he quickly pulled on his robes. “I – but – I could *never* touch my brother in that manner! That’s just – so....so....” He couldn’t find the right words to describe his feelings. Glorfindel smiled understandingly. “I didn’t mean you had to participate with Elrohir. Though, I fancy you may find *watching* me and your brother somewhat..... stimulating. But like I said, I may be able to lavish some attention on *you* at the same time. You would like that, would you not?” Elladan blushed, and Glorfindel had his answer. “I can’t believe you’re suggesting this,” Elladan said, but even he knew that the tone of his voice revealed that he was giving in. The possibility of making love to the blonde again so soon was too good to refuse (even though he still felt a little tender) – and the thought of watching Glorfindel making love to his brother was oddly exciting. “Come, my little prince,” Glorfindel said as he stood up, and walked over to Elladan until their bodies were pressed tightly together. “Do you not want to wish your brother a happy birthday?” The warrior elf leaned his head down and allowed his lips to brush over the boy’s ear. He then flicked his tongue out, and began to suckle on the tip of Elladan’s ear. Elladan moaned and leaned into the warm, wet heat of Glorfindel’s mouth. “Ai,” he whispered breathlessly as the blonde rubbed his groin against his. Glorfindel then abruptly stepped back. “Let’s go then. We don’t want to risk your brother getting up yet.” Glorfindel grabbed onto Elladan’s wrist, and pulled the slightly dazed boy after him and they left the bedroom. Elladan made a small noise of protest, but didn’t resist Glorfindel’s pull. It took all but seconds to reach Elrohir’s bedroom as it was just nearby. “You knock,” Glorfindel said, placing his hands on either side of Elladan’s waist. Elladan felt a shiver run up his spine at the touch, and obediently knocked on the door. “Brother?” He called out. There seemed to be a slight hesitation from inside, and then a weak and slightly shaky voice called back. “Elladan?” “Aye, it is me.” Elladan looked back and up into Glorfindel’s eyes to see if the lord wanted to be announced as well. Glorfindel shook his head, a small, mischievous smile spreading on his lips. Elladan had the urge to claim those lips in another kiss, but resisted. “Can I come in?” “Um... yes. Hang on, though. I’ve locked the door.” Elladan felt a knowing smile tugging at his lips. Elrohir had locked the door? Whatever for? What could he *possibly* be doing that would require privacy? Elladan had to suppress a laugh. It seemed Glorfindel had been right. Elrohir needed the lord’s expert ministrations. After a few moments – longer than was necessary to get out of bed and simply open the door – Glorfindel and Elladan heard the sound of the lock clicking open. Glorfindel discreetly removed his hands from their possessive clasp against the elder twin’s waist. The door was pulled open, and Elrohir stood in what appeared to be a hastily thrown on robe, and looking slightly bed-rumpled. “Glorfindel!” Elrohir said in surprise, not having expected the blonde to be there. “Hello, Elrohir. Happy birthday.” “Aye. Happy birthday, brother. Did you sleep well?” Elrohir, who still seemed unable to take his eyes off the blonde lord, dumbly nodded his head. “Ummm – would you two like to come in?” Elrohir asked, clearly nervous. He flashed his twin a questioning look, but Elladan simply shrugged his shoulders, as though saying he had no idea why the lord was there either. As Elrohir turned aside to let the two enter, Glorfindel discreetly pushed Elladan before him with a hand on the twin’s backside, caressing the cleft between the younger elf’s cheeks suggestively as he did so. Elladan stiffened by tried not to react in case his brother turned around and saw. Glorfindel indicated for Elladan to sit in a chair against the wall, and then the blonde wrapped his arm around Elrohir, who started at the contact. The lord drew the younger elf over to sit with him on the bed. Elrohir flashed his brother another glance, this time his expression clearly showing his confusion, and even a little fear. Elladan simply shrugged again, and gave his brother an encouraging smile. Elrohir relaxed a little, knowing that his brother was there in the same room with him. “So,” Glorfindel said, in a friendly, bright tone. “What do you have planned for your birthday?” Elrohir shrugged, still nervous, especially since the blonde hadn’t removed his arm about his shoulder, and he was now currently pressed uncomfortably close against this legendary elf on his own bed. Elrohir’s mind was whirring. What was the blonde doing here? And why was he acting so strange? And why was Elladan sitting in the room like some unobtrusive spectator? Something was obviously up. And it didn’t make things easier considering the situation he had been in only a few moments ago when his brother had knocked on the door. Elrohir had woken up late this morning, as he had for the past few weeks – or was it longer? – with the most agonising and blissful ache between his legs. He was mortified to have found himself completely hard after having had a particularly erotic dream. He couldn’t quite remember what the dream was about – only that it had ended *too* soon, and had left him painfully unsatisfied. And so, sick of waking up, moaning with lust, he had at last decided to rectify the situation this day of his majority. He had got out of bed, locked the door, and then eagerly snuggled back onto the mattress. Even now he could remember how but a few minutes ago he had nervously moved his hand beneath the sheet. He had never touched himself before – it had always felt wrong. But, with today’s special significance and everything, he had finally found the resolve to bring that relief he so desperately wanted. It was easier when he closed his eyes, and imagined it was someone else’s hand that reached out to stroke him. Apprehensive and a little self-conscious at first, his inexperienced fingers had lightly whispered over the head of his cock, and such electrifying shockwaves thrashed through him with just that barest of contact, he momentarily saw burning white light. After that, his need had driven his hand. He stroked up and down his arousal in long, languid strokes, taking delight in driving himself mad with want. If he had not been so overwhelmed with desire, he would have been surprised at how brazenly his hips bucked into his hands, demanding more attention. After a time, it became too difficult to tease, and he had given into his needs, rubbing himself harder and faster. And then, as he felt something wonderful and inexplicable build up within him, he had heard the fatal blow – the knocking at his door – and then the voice of his brother, asking to come in. Elrohir suddenly came back to himself as he realised that both Glorfindel and his brother were waiting for an answer to the blonde’s question. He felt a slow blush creep onto his cheeks, and fervently hoped that neither of them knew what he had been thinking – or doing. His sex gave him an unpleasant warning throb that, although the shock of his brother’s arrival had dulled it for the time being, the slightest provocation would make it beg for attention yet again. It was best that he did not reflect on his actions this morning, unless he had some death wish to completely humiliate himself in front of his twin and mentor by becoming aroused in front of them. “Nothing in particular planned today, Glorfindel,” he said, trying to sound casual. “Though, I expect Elladan and I will be putting our heads together, to think of some kind of performance for tonight’s feast.” He looked over to his brother, who grinned mischievously at this suggestion, but otherwise said nothing. Elrohir found this slightly perplexing. His brother was never one to be shy of putting in his two cents. Why was Elladan determined to act slightly aloof this morning? Glorfindel squeezed his shoulder, consequently pulling the raven-haired elf deeper against him. Elrohir barely managed to suppress a slight squeak in protest. His attention was now back on the blonde, and already he was forgetting his brother as the imposing presence of the warrior elf took hold of all his senses. “Well, it should have been obvious you had nothing pressing on this morning, little one, else I would not have found you still lazing in bed. Tell me, what do you find so pleasurable in your bed that you cannot leave it, even when it is mid-morning!” Elrohir couldn’t help but blushing furiously, and he hated himself when he heard his voice stammer in reply. “I – I just like the warmth. It-it’s nice to take things easy, one in a while.” “Mmmm, I see.” Glorfindel replied softly – almost a purr. Elrohir swallowed a slight lump in his throat. Why did he feel like a startled animal, trapped by the gaze of a predator? Glorfindel’s arm was still wrapped tightly about him, but Elrohir didn’t want to seem childish in shrugging off the embrace. Surely Glorfindel was just being friendly, because it was his birthday..... “Did you know,” Glorfindel said suddenly in a very matter- of-fact sort of way, “that my closet is right next to your bedroom wall?” Elrohir, who was completely baffled by this sudden statement, did not have the foggiest clue of what to say. Over by the far side of the room, he thought he heard Elladan snort. “Sometimes – when I go in there - I hear the strangest noises coming from your room.....” Elrohir suddenly went very pale and very still. He instantly knew that the blonde must be referring to his moans when he woke up, aroused and in torment. But did Glorfindel know what those sounds were? Oh Valar, oh Valar, oh Valar! Please don’t let him suspect! Elrohir suddenly realised that slight tremors were running through his body, and Glorfindel, who seemed to sense the young boy’s panic, reached up a hand and gently stroked his face. “Shhh, little prince. Do not worry so. I am not here to judge you.” Oh no! Elrohir thought, trapped as he was by the blonde’s mesmerising stare and that oh-so tender hand on his cheek. What did he mean by ‘I am not here to judge you’? Did he know? If so, why was he here? What was he doing? Elrohir tried to pull back from Glorfindel’s embrace, but the arm about him – which had now moved down around his lower back – kept him firmly in place. “I went to talk to Elladan about you,” Glorfindel said, still stroking the boy’s face. Elrohir’s eyes fluttered, and his mind moved slowly as though there were a fog building. “What about me?” “You seem to have been troubled of late, little one. It was quite remarkable, however, because when I went to Elladan, I discovered he suffered the same problem.” The lord’s voice was soft and soothing, as though he talked about nothing more troublesome that the weather. “Elladan...?....what problem?” Oh, why was Glorfindel touching him so gently? It felt so good to be held and stroked like that. Elrohir’s mind started to drift into an almost slumber-like state. “He suffered from a ‘heaviness of soul’ – a desperate need to be satisfied and enlightened. I relieved him of that. It was my birthday present to him.” Elrohir’s eyes flickered opened and stared with confusion and a bit of suspicion into the blonde’s gaze. Glorfindel smiled down warmly at him. “Would you like your birthday present too?” Elrohir’s mind whirled. He still wasn’t sure what Glorfindel was getting at – though a horrible inkling of the blonde’s meaning nagged in his mind. But – surely not...! “I....” Elrohir couldn’t communicate his conflicting emotions. He felt torn and utterly lost. Part of him wanted to push the lord away. Another part of him wanted to turn his head slightly so that he would be able to take those slender and powerful fingers into his mouth and suck them. With that thought in mind, he felt his sex between his legs pulse approvingly, and a slight moan escaped his lips. It was too much for Glorfindel to refuse. He lowered his head slightly and pressed his lips gently against Elrohir’s. There was barely more involved than that, but the soft touch sent spirals of numbing heat all throughout Elrohir’s body. After a moment, he moved his own lips against Glorfindel’s in order to kiss him and taste the blonde better. It was what Glorfindel was waiting for. He allowed Elrohir his moment of experimentation, and then, moving his hand up behind the raven-haired’s head, he pressed his mouth more firmly and passionately against the boy. At first Elrohir panicked, but he was too completely enclosed within the blonde’s comforting embrace, and Glorfindel did not push him too hard. Eventually, Elrohir allowed himself to slump into the warrior elf, and be totally consumed by him. Glorfindel ran the tip of his moist, hot tongue between the boy’s lips, and Elrohir’s parted instinctively with a soft moan. Glorfindel didn’t allow Elrohir the time to think. He pushed his tongue into the younger elf’s mouth, and began to kiss him fervently and heatedly. The blonde then began to undo Elrohir’s robe. Before the younger elf knew what had happened, he found that the upper half of his body was completely divested of any cloth. A slight shiver ran up his spine, even though the room was fairly warm. Glorfindel broke the kiss, and stared for long moments into Elrohir’s eyes. Then, with a slightly wicked grin, Glorfindel bent down and began to lick and suck the soft, sensitive flesh of the boy’s throat and neck. Elrohir arched into the touch, hundreds of tiny shocks of pleasure which made him weak and yearning, coursed throughout his body. It wasn’t until Glorfindel started to bear down upon him more fully – slowly pushing him against the bed – that Elrohir realised he had become fully aroused. As his erection pressed against Glorfindel’s hip, Elrohir suddenly gasped and tried to wriggle out of the way before the blonde could notice. This was so humiliating! But Glorfindel simply laughed and pulled the squirming Elrohir back down under him on the bed. The blonde now towered over the lordling, a smug, predatory gaze glowing from his face as he looked down at Elrohir. “This is nothing to be ashamed of,” he said quietly, and Elrohir cried out in shock when he felt a finger run up the length of his shaft. A tremor ran through his body, and though he wanted to hide in shame, his hips actually bucked for more attention. “Glorfindel, please!” He chocked out. “Please? Please what? Do you want more, or do you want me to stop?” Elrohir barely held back a sob, and shook his head. “I – I don’t know! Just – I..... I don’t understand!” “Shhh,” the blonde crooned, and lowered himself down to lie next to the young elf. He then pulled Elrohir onto his side by his waist so that they could look at each other eye to eye, body pressed against body. “What do you not understand, little one?” Elrohir looked miserably into Glorfindel’s eyes, the confusion and fear showing clearly in his eyes. “What – what are you doing here? What are you *doing* to me?” Glorfindel smiled sympathetically, and brought up his hand to begin stroking the boy’s cheek again. “I know that you and your brother are inexperienced, and that you have lately been suffering because of that. I simply want to relieve you of your burdens – to make you more comfortable with yourselves and this whole business of making love. I want to ease your ‘heaviness of soul’.” Glorfindel’s hand suddenly stopped stroking him. “ Do you not like what I am doing to you?” He then leant forward and gave the boy a sweet, lingering kiss. While Elrohir was so distracted, he moved his hand down to gently rub the tip of the raven-haired’s erection through his robe. Elrohir moaned at the touch – breaking the kiss. However, he did not pull away; simply laid there with his eyes closed in bliss as he allowed himself to be consumed by the golden lord’s ministrations. “Oh Valar!” he whispered hoarsely as his hips began to thrust towards the blonde, but Glorfindel continued to simply tease, lightly rubbing only the tip of Elrohir’s arousal over the slightly-coarse material. Elrohir’s hands wound up and gripped onto the front of Glorfindel’s robe, and he buried his head against the lord’s collar bone. “Ai, Glorfindel!” He moaned as his desire mounted to peaks which were almost unbearable. His sex cried out for rougher, more consuming contact, but the elder elf did not see fit to oblige, continuing to tease drops of fluid from the covered length, which were soaked up by the robe. “Tell me what you desire,” Glorfindel whispered seductively against the boy’s cheek. Elrohir moaned in tormented agony, trying to push his hips more deeply against his mentor, so that he might be able to gain the contact and friction which he so powerfully needed. But Glorfindel was skilled in denying him this. Glorfindel laughed softly, cruelly. “You have not answered me, little prince.” Elrohir sobbed. “I – I want you to touch me....” he said between gasps and clenched teeth. “But I *am* touching you,” Glorfindel answered with a wicked grin, flicking his fingertips over the head of Elrohir’s arousal. Elrohir groaned frustratedly. “Ai! Please Glorfindel....!” Glorfindel bent over and kissed Elrohir teasingly – flicking his tongue inside the boy’s mouth, but never really claiming him. “Please what?” He said maliciously when Elrohir was quite breathless. Elrohir moaned pitifully when Glorfindel stilled his hand to await for the boy’s answer. Burning for release, Elrohir found it hard to formulate words in his passion-glazed mind. “Please more....” he breathed out, so quietly and desperate that it barely reached even Glorfindel’s ears. “As you wish, little prince,” he crooned, and then his hands moved down and started to remove the rest of the robe from Elrohir’s lower half. Elrohir drew in a sharp breath and held it, clearly afraid and nervous of being naked before the warrior elf. Glorfindel seemed to sense this, and so before he had revealed Elrohir, he leant back on his knees and pulled off his tunic in one, fluid sweep of his crossed, muscular arms. Elrohir couldn’t help but look with awe and appreciation at the well muscled chest of the golden lord. Then Glorfindel stepped off the bed, and efficiently divested himself of his leggings. Elrohir didn’t know where to look – he was curious to see Glorfindel fully naked, but also too self-conscious too. “Elrohir,” the blonde’s voice softly called to him. “Look at me, dear one. Do not be ashamed.” Elrohir fearfully raised his eyes and took in the great magnificence of the golden lord. It was both strange and oddly erotic to see Glorfindel thus standing before him – naked and obviously finding as much pleasure from this as Elrohir’s own body was. Glorfindel approached the bed again and crawled over the top of Elrohir. He carefully pulled the robe back from the raven-haired’s waist. Elrohir began to shake slightly in trepidation, but he still found the courage enough to coyly lift his hips, in order to aid the lord in removing the gown from beneath him. When that was done, Glorfindel laid himself out on top of the naked elf. He tried to wrap as much of himself as he could about the boy, to try and stop the nervous tremors that ran through his body. Elrohir made a soft, half-sigh, half-moan as he felt the comforting weight of the other lie atop of him. He felt as though his skin were burning where it touched the lord’s – which was almost everywhere. Glorfindel smiled affectionately at the boy. He ran his fingertips over Elrohir’s soft lips, marvelling in their shape and texture. “Do not be afraid,” he whispered softly. Elrohir’s wide, tentative eyes looked up into Glorfindel’s, which were calm, controlled and affectionate. Elrohir realised that there was no one better he could trust himself with for this task than the blonde. He nodded his head slightly, and his heart warmed when Glorfindel gave him an approving smile. The lord then reached down and gently kissed Elrohir on this lips. Elrohir arched into the kiss, and found his hands moving up to cling onto the lord, in a desperate attempt to anchor himself to reality. Glorfindel slowly, voluptuously, deepened the kiss, until Elrohir was actually mewling. Glorfindel tenderly pulled back, and looked at Elrohir with sparkling, laughing eyes. “You make the sweetest sounds, little one.” Elrohir blushed, and Glorfindel grinned in pleasure. “I shall take great delight in pulling more sounds from your beautiful mouth, little prince.” Elrohir darkened further and looked like he was about to reply when suddenly a small, startled cry was ripped from his throat, as Glorfindel rubbed himself against him. Elrohir was suddenly reminded of the aching need between his thighs, and he began to rub himself against the lord in turn. Soon his breath was coming in short, sharp pants, as the fire pooled and built up in his loins. “Glorfindel, ai! How you tease me!” Glorfindel grinned, and positioned himself so that both their erections came into contact. Elrohir gasped and bucked his hips against the lord, trying to find the friction he needed for release. “I have not even *begun* to tease you yet, little one,” Glorfindel purred. “This is your first time, so I think it necessary that I take things slow, and make your birthday present last for as long as possible.” Elrohir trembled at these words, both fearing and delighting to be brought to the brink of his sanity as the blonde made lingering, torturous love to him. Glorfindel pushed himself up off the half-elf, and straddled the boy’s thighs. Elrohir moaned at the loss of the heavy, warm contact of the blonde from atop of him, and also at the fact that he now had nothing to rub against his throbbing, weeping arousal. The lord then bent over Elrohir and began to tease the soft flesh of his neck with tongue, teeth and mouth. Elrohir’s back arched as the blonde’s mouth travelled down his chest, leaving wet trails and burning sensations in his wake as he slowly made his way towards one of the lordling’s nipples. Elrohir cried out as Glorfindel took the aching, erect nipple into his mouth and began to maul and suck upon it. The boy’s hands flew up and entangled themselves in the deliciously silky blond hair, and he raised his hips in the hopes of being able to rub himself against Glorfindel, but he was unsuccessful. When Glorfindel finally released Elrohir’s nipple, he looked up into the raven-haired elf’s dilated eyes with a dark, predatory grin. Elrohir’s want and desire was so strong, that his whole body was shaking rather violently now. “Glorfindel,” he whispered imploring, and lifted his hips in a desperate plea for release. Glorfindel’s grin widened. “Nay, my little prince. Not yet – be patient. I do not want to rush this.” Elrohir threw his head back against the bed in frustration, and then he moaned again as he felt Glorfindel’s tongue wetly exploring his torso and stomach – cruelly disregarded his other nipple, which ached almost as much as the ignored flesh burning between his thighs. Glorfindel then dipped his tongue into Elrohir’s navel, and Elrohir cried out sharply, a few words of elvish falling randomly from his tongue, which was sweet music to the lord’s ears. Glorfindel continued to lap and plunge his tongue into Elrohir’s belly-button, perfectly aware that but a few inches below, the boy’s need twitched with delight and desire, begging for the same attention. With a sinister smile, he abandoned the navel, and then traced his tongue further down Elrohir’s abdomen. When he was but a fraction from Elrohir’s erection, he changed directions, and began to lick the top of the boy’s thighs. He heard Elrohir release a shaky, exasperated moan, which only made him grin wider. He stopped the ministrations of his tongue, and moved his mouth just over Elorhir’s hard, throbbing flesh. He opened his lips, and exhaled a gentle, warm breath over the flesh. Elrohir moaned and his hips jerked. Pearly drops leaked out from the tip of the lordling’s arousal, and Glorfindel had to control himself to not yet lick them up. Knowing that Elrohir was anticipating to be taking into his mouth at any moment, Glorfindel simply lay with amusement on top of the boy’s legs, his mouth hovering inches above the erection. After a while, Elrohir became impatient, and tried to lift his head to see what Glorfindel was doing. At that moment, Glorfindel blew out a long, cold stream of air over the top of Elrohir’s elfhood. Elrohir’s head fell back in torment, and he was panting again. Glorfindel tilted his head so that his long hair brushed over the erection, tickling it awfully. Elrohir moaned and shivered, but it was growing too much for him. “Glorfindel....please....I cannot....it’s....it’s too much...!” Glorfindel laughed and slid himself up to be face to face with the younger elf again, ensuring that no part of him rubbed against Elrohir’s cock. “That’s right, little one. I want to hear your sweet voice. I want to hear you *beg*.” Elrohir gasped as one of the blonde’s hands came up and began to run circles around his nipple. “*Beg* for me, Elrohir. Tell me what you want.” The hand traced lower in hot, teasing circles about the boy’s stomach, going lower and lower until Elrohir thought he would go mad. Elrohir drew in a shaky breath, and stared with uncertainty up into Glorfindel’s dark, sparkling eyes. “I....” “Yes?” The hand was so close to his arousal now – oh, so agonisingly close, that Elrohir felt tears welling in his eyes for the burning, tormented need he felt boiling within him. “Ai, Glorfindel!....touch me...!” “Where?” Glorfindel purred maddeningly in his ear, never ceasing the torturous circles of his fingertip. Elrohir closed his eyes, feeling rather abashed that he was being made to spell everything out for the lord. “Please....you know where!” Glorfindel laughed softly, and flicked his tongue briefly into the boy’s ear. Elrohir gasped again, and felt the hot tears begin to run down his face. “How do you want me to touch you,” the blonde asked darkly. Elrohir turned his head and looked with confusion into Glorfindel’s eyes, not understanding the question. “With my hand....” Glorfindel elaborated, flicking his fingers lightly over the inside of a soft thigh. “Or, with my mouth?” And he bent his head and began to lavish Elrohir’s ear, sticking his hot, wet tongue inside; sucking, licking, nibbling, kissing.... “Well?” Elrohir whimpered, and felt himself blush as he parted his dry lips to answer. “With – with your mouth....” Glorfindel grinned, and gave Elrohir a rough, approving kiss, before sliding back down to face Elrohir’s sex. Glorfindel spent only a moment more in teasing; running his fingers lightly over the soft flesh of Elrohir’s inner thighs, and coming up to rest them around the root of the boy’s erect sex. He then leant his head forward slightly, and blew teasingly against Elrohir’s tip for a final time. Elrohir cried out loudly again, and more clear fluid oozed out of the tiny hole that lay there. Glorfindel then gently placed his lips over the head of the cock, and ran his tongue over the top. Elrohir’s moan vibrated deeply throughout the room. Glorfindel continued to gently suckle the head of the erection for a few more moments, and then he pulled his mouth back, and trailed the tip of his tongue lightly down the underside of Elrohir’s sex. Elrohir gasped and moaned, his hips buckling and his fists curled up tightly in the sheets on the bed. “Oh Valar! Oh Valar! It hurts!” It was true – the pleasure Glorfindel caused was so intense it was painful – but it was a pain so sweet that Elrohir couldn’t believe he had lived without it for so long. Glorfindel began to slowly run his tongue back up his length. “Ai...AI! Glorfindel, more, harder!” Glorfindel flicked his tongue out to encourage more precious drops from the head of the needy flesh, and then suddenly he sucked the entire erection into his mouth. Elrohir nearly came then with the sudden overwhelming wet, constricting heat of the blonde’s mouth as it covered his length. Glorfindel began to suck slowly but powerfully, lavishing the length with his talented tongue at the same time. Elrohir couldn’t breathe – couldn’t see. His whole world was focused on what Glorfindel was doing to him with his mouth. Glorfindel then began to slowly, loosely, pull back until his lips slid of Elrohir’s sex completely, and then he blew a current of air against the wet, throbbing flesh. Elrohir actually screamed with the sensation. Glorfindel grinned, pleased that he was having such an effect on the young elf. He waited a moment, and then suddenly took the entire shaft in his mouth again, and began sucking hard and greedily. Glorfindel hummed, and the soft vibrations were nearly too much for the boy. Elrohir whimpered as everything grew too overwhelming. Glorfindel sucked intensely, before suddenly stopping as he began that slow, cruel, tortures withdrawal – pulling back softly so as to drive Elrohir simply mad with the want for firmer contact. And then Glorfindel blew on Elrohir’s cock again, making his entire body quiver. Glorfindel continued to lavish Elrohir in this manner, over and over, until Elrohir sobbed, “Please, Glorfindel! I c- cannot take any more! It’s t-too much!” Glorfindel released Elorhir’s needy flesh from the velvety prison of his mouth, and looked up at the raven-haired elf with bright, loving eyes. He rubbed his cheek against the boy’s wet arousal, and then lithely slipped off the bed, and began to rummage about his pile of clothes on the floor. He found what he was looking for in a pocket – a small, blue jar. Coming back to the bed with a pleased smile on his face, Glorfindel unscrewed the lid to the jar and dipped his fingers into the slick ointment inside. Putting the jar out of harms way, Glorfindel settled on his knees over the young elf. “Put your legs about my waist, here,” Glorfindel directed, and Elrohir meekly obeyed, hesitantly watching Glorfindel’s oiled hand. When Elrohir was settled, Glorfindel bent forwards and claimed Elrohir’s lips in a powerful kiss. Elrohir felt his unease melt away as his mind was thus distracted, until suddenly he felt one of Glorfindel’s slicked fingers rubbing against the entrance in his backside. His body tensed slightly, but Glorfindel continued to kiss him lavishly, and gently began rocking his body forward slightly, so that Elrohir became soothed by the motion. After a few moments, he forgot about the finger, until it started pushing its way into his opening. Elrohir stiffened again, but tried to relax when Glorfindel whispered to do so in his ear. Glorfindel slowly slid his long middle finger up and down, in and out of Elrohir, and after a time, Elrohir became accustomed to it. Then Glorfindel added another finger, and Elrohir had to bite down on his bottom lip to not whimper at the slight pain there. “Shhh, you are doing so well, my little prince,” Glorfindel murmured soothingly. “It will be a bit strange and uncomfortable at first, but then it will be so pleasurable.... I will completely undo you....” Elrohir moaned slightly at this, and Glorfindel felt the tight ring of muscle relax somewhat more about him. By Valar – was the boy ever tight! It would probably be rather painful for him at first, and Glorfindel knew he’d have to be careful. But he would make sure that Elrohir was ranting with ecstasy before he was done. “That’s right, Elrohir,” Glorfindel whispered hotly. “Give yourself to me. Feel me move inside of you. Taste me,” and he bent down and gave the boy a deep, moist kiss, and pulled back only when the lordling was quite breathless. “Let me love you. Let me fill you and give you release. Let me make love to you, little one.” Elrohir moaned, and gave a pathetic whimper when Glorfindel pulled his fingers out from him – not wanting to lose that contact which he now found he craved. Glorfindel reached for the jar again and began to stroke the gel onto himself in readiness for what they were about to do next, and was a bit surprised when he felt his own body tremble at his ministrations, having been so cruelly disregarded this entire time. Glorfindel then lent over the young elf, and scooped the boy up under him in his arms. He looked directly into Elrohir’s eyes, and then he bent his head forwards to plant a lingering, blissful kiss on the boy’s lips. At the same time, he slowly began to press his erection into Elrohir’s opening. Elrohir tensed, and cried out softly when he was first breached. Glorfindel paused to allow him to adjust, and then gently sheathed the rest of himself inside of the raven-haired elf. Glorfindel then stilled again, and Elrohir looked up with wide, shocked eyes into the blonde, not quite believing what they had done. Glorfindel was panting softly – Ai! The boy was even tighter than his brother! – but he made sure that he pulled out slowly and gently. Elrohir moaned in a mixture of discomfort and mild contentment. It was such a lovely, overpowering feeling to be so intimately connected with the blond. Glorfindel moved slowly, experimentally, inside and out of Elrohir, trying to loosen him up a bit and let him adjust. Suddenly Elrohir bucked against the lord and cried out. Glorfindel looked into his eyes, and saw that Elrohir’s stare was glazed over with intense pleasure. “Ai – again!” He said weakly, and Glorfindel laughed, knowing he had hit Elrohir’s pleasure spot. Glorfindel angled his next stroke so that it hit the same place, and Elrohir moaned intensely again, and Glorfindel finally felt the boy totally relax within his embrace. At last satisfied that Elrohir was comfortable with what was happening, Glorfindel moved a hand down to enclose the hard, throbbing flesh straining above Elrohir’s groin. “Do you want to know what it feels like for me to be inside of your tight body?” Glorfindel asked huskily. Without waiting for an answer, he pushed down very firmly with his encircled fingers, trying to mimic the tightness his own penis was being treated to. Elrohir groaned and arched his hips into the lord’s hand. Glorfindel then pulled his hand back up the boy’s shaft just as tightly, and Elrohir’s body shuddered in appreciation. Glorfindel kept up the strokes in time with his own thrusting hips. Elrohir moaned and thrashed his head from side to say. “Ai....Glorfindel!....Faster, please! Needs....to be....faster!” If anything, Glorfindel cruelly slowed down, inching himself inside Elrohir bit by bit by bit, and then withdrawing achingly slowly. He matched the slow action with his hand over the boy’s throbbing cock. Elrohir tried gasping for air, but he couldn’t seem to breathe with the intense feelings of being slowly penetrated and stretched by Glorfindel’s huge member, while his own was being unimaginably squeezed and stroked. Glorfindel slowed down even further, and abandoned stroking Elrohir’s sex altogether. Elrohir writhed beneath the incredible torture the blonde was giving him, and screamed for the lord to bring him release. “Aiii! Please, Glorfindel! Harder.....! Deeper....! Ai!” Glorfindel held onto the boy’s hips as he slowly sheathed himself inside Elrohir’s body, and then pulled out again. Each time he was careful to rub the head of his cock against that spot of pleasure deep inside which would make the raven-haired lordling convulse in spirals of ecstasy. But he continued to deny Elrohir’s pleas to be taken faster. The desire to be taken roughly by the blond was nearly overwhelming Elrohir. He felt deep within his loins a painfully tight build up of energy, and knew that he was about to find the release he so desperately wanted. And then he stared up at himself, and cried out in shock. Glorfindel heard the strangled note in the boy’s voice and stilled. He realised that Elrohir was looking passed him, and so Glorfindel turned his head to see what the distraction was. He was mildly surprised when he saw that it was Elladan, who had obviously left his discreet seat by the wall, and was now standing behind the two as they made love. From the expression on the younger twins’ face, it was clear that Elrohir had forgotten that his brother was also in the room with them. “Something I can... do for you?” Glorfindel panted, noticing with amusement that Elladan’s eyes shone with lust, and a clear bulge stood up from beneath his robes. “Aye,” Elladan said with a sly look on his face. “I know what you are doing.” “And what is that?” Glorfindel asked interestedly. “I’ve been watching how you’ve teased my brother almost beyond endurance, and I know that you’ve been doing this as much for me as for him. I saw you flash your eyes in my direction a few times to see the effect you were having on me.” Glorfindel grinned evilly, not denying what the youth was saying. “Indeed. And from what I could see, you were enjoying the show as much as your brother.” Elladan blushed a little, but the predatory look in his eyes didn’t go. He shrugged slightly and continued. “I also know what you have planned for my brother. You plan to bring him to the brink over and over, only to deny him time and again.” Glorfindel’s smile broadened even further. “Aye,” he said with dark promise in his voice, and he turned his head back to look at the boy beneath him. Elrohir whimpered, and so the blonde granted him with a hard, deep kiss, that left Elrohir gasping for air when he came back up. “I think I enjoy torturing the Peredhel twins,” Glorfindel declared smugly. “Not any more,” Elladan said. Glorfindel looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. “Excuse me?” “No more teasing. I cannot let my brother go through that. You have tortured him enough already, and me as well.” “Oh really,” Glorfindel replied, not in the least put off, but almost intrigued. “And what are you going to do to stop me?” “This,” Elladan growled, and suddenly he pushed an already greased finger into the tight hole of the blonde. A small gust of air was forced from the lord’s lips in surprise as he was entered, and his hips jerked forward instinctively. Consequently, he drove himself suddenly inside Elrohir’s body, and the younger twin moaned at the sudden pleasure. Glorfindel tried to turn his head to look at Elladan, but just then he felt the finger inside of him brush against his prostate, and he cried out as spasms of pleasure took him. Elrohir’s voice joined the blonde’s as Glorfindel’s hips jerked forward again. Elladan leant over Glorfindel. “Do you like this my friend?” He asked darkly, and stroked the blonde’s pleasure spot again. Glorfindel moaned, and when he could breathe replied, “Aye, I like that very much. Take off your clothes.” Elladan contemplated teasing the blonde for loner – after all, it would only be fair. But he looked down at his brother and saw that Elrohir was desperate for release, as he knew himself to be, and so he decided to obey the lord’s command this time. Elladan quickly stripped, and applied some oil onto his painfully hard member. Carefully climbing onto the bed, he balanced himself behind the lord, and pressed his length against Glorfindel’s backside. Glorfindel groaned, and looked behind him to the older twin. “Ready when you are, little prince.” And he gave Elladan a great, wicked smile. Elladan almost came then, but before he could, he grabbed the lord’s hips, and pushed himself deep inside. All three elves cried out in unison – Elladan with the slick heat enveloping him, Glorfindel at being entered, and Elrohir who found himself being entered again as Glorfindel lunged forward. Glorfindel expected Elladan to pause within him, but was slightly surprised when Elladan quickly set a hard pace. He could feel the young elf moving deep within him in hard, energetic thrusts, and each time he rammed forward, Glorfindel was forced hard and tight into Elrohir, who raised his hips eagerly to meet each thrust. It was the most extraordinary feeling, and none of them could last long. Elrohir stared with wide, amazed eyes up at Glorfindel as he took him hard and fast, who was consequently being taken by his brother. Elrohir could feel Glorfindel inside him, stretching his walls which could barely adjust to the blonde’s swelling member, pumping with such overwhelming force that Elrohir could hardly draw enough air though all his panting and groaning. Elrohir’s sex was throbbing unbearably, and so at last he raised his hand and began stroking himself in time with Glorfindel’s and Elladan’s brutal thrust. Glorfindel looked down at him with a lopsided smile, and then leant forwards to deliver a powerful kiss. It was too much. As the blonde leant forward, Glorfindel’s next thrust pushed inside impossibly deep into him, and the kiss plus his own hand on his arousal finally sent Elrohir over the edge. Elrohir moaned loudly into Glorfindel’s mouth as he came in hot, juddering gusts. The muscles in his backside trembled and contorted with the orgasm, and Glorfindel soon found himself being milked of his own climax. He moaned back in turn into the kiss, which Elrohir greedily drank up as he felt the lord’s hot seed spill inside him. Elladan came soon after, and collapsed on top of the lord, who collapsed onto Elrohir. Elrohir moaned, dazed and panting, and tried to push the two off of him, but he was too weak. Glorfindel, however, did not want to crush the twin, and managed to roll himself off. He then collected Elrohir into his arms, and spooned up behind the youth. He reached behind him and indicated for Elladan to snuggle up against him, which the raven- haired lazily did, considerately pulling up a sheet over all of them at the same time. All three elves were exhausted and extremely satiated. “That was a cruel trick to play on your brother,” Glorfindel murmured into Elrohir’s hair, although the comment was directed to the other brother behind him. “His birthday present didn’t last nearly as long as I had planned for it too.” Elladan laughed openly, and was about to defend himself when his brother answered sleepily for him. “It’s okay, Glorfindel. I liked it that you started to make love to me faster because of Elladan.” Glorfindel smiled and pulled the younger twin closer against him, and kissed his tangled, silken head. “Such a wanton little prince I have hear,” he admonished playfully. “Just like his brother. I simply do not think the likes of me could keep up with the both of you for long.” Elrohir giggled and Elladan laughed. “We shall see,” Elladan said mischievously. “Oh? Shall we just,” Glorfindel laughed at the boy’s brashness. “Aye, we shall,” Elladan replied firmly, wrapping an arm about he blonde’s waist almost possessively. Glorfindel sighed, but was saved making any comment when Elrohir yawned and muttered, “but not yet.... ” “Nay, not yet, little one,” Glorfindel soothed, kissing Elrohir’s hair again affectionately. “Go to sleep. You are both exhausted.” Elladan snorted and would have made some rude comment about Glorfindel’s own physical state, but sleep had already claimed its grip on him, and he and the two others soon fell into a blissful slumber. - None of them, suffering from a heaviness of soul...! THE END I think. ; ) [all messages, suggestions, criticisms, ideas, (maybe even requests? –big emphasis on ‘maybe’ however!) and bits of praise are greatly welcomed. So write me now! : ) ]