Title: Enslaved by your desire (3/6). 
Author:	Lorien@ofir.dk 
Pairings: Haldir/Aragorn/Legolas, Legolas/Haldir, Legolas/Aragorn.
Rating: NC17
Summary: To keep Aragorn’s hands off the ladies in Minas Tirith, Celeborn 
gifts him with a body slave. Haldir has spent his first night with 
his new lord, and his friend Legolas, and though he feared the 
worst, he doesn’t feel quite so bad about the situation anymore. 
But Legolas intends for Haldir to undergo some specialized 
training. 
Disclaimer: Did not invent them, think of them, or have any claim 
to them. They are wholly owned by Tolkien. I only play with 
them. Ok, ok, I’ll also put them back again when I’m done with 
them.
Warning: There’s one slap in the face, that’s all. 
Authors Note: Still more smut than plot, but I promise, there will be more plot 
along the way too. Feedback? Yes please. Just don’t call me 
Haldir obsessed. I hate people who state the obvious!  
Archive: If you want it, you can have it, just let me know where.

Chapter 3
‘Top of the morning’

Haldir woke to the odd sensation of warm flesh against his body, and his pillow 
seemed to be moving and… hairy? And as he noticed the lack of open air around 
him, he sleepily wondered what had happened to the woods. Then his memories 
started knocking on his brain, and his eyes flew open, startled at what he had just 
remembered. His suspicion was confirmed when the sight that met him was 
Aragorn’s chest, heaving up and down in sleep, while Haldir himself was nestled 
on it, and cradled in his arm. He looked down, and saw another arm around his 
waist, coming from behind him, and remembered Legolas’s presence. 

All of a sudden he was inundated in a river of memories that left him gasping, 
and he blushed to realise that his member was lying hard and flat against his 
stomach, obviously delighted with the recollections. The little gasp woke Aragorn 
who opened his eyes, and broke into a big smile when he saw Haldir’s shocked 
face and immediately placed a kiss on his forehead.

“Good Morning love, I trust you’ve spent a pleasant night?” Aragorn whispered to 
Haldir. 

“Well… yes I guess..” Haldir began tentatively, and remembering more and more 
details added a quick “my Lord.”

“That’s nice to hear. I’ve slept wonderfully well, you make a sweet bed 
companion, you know. Did you enjoy last night? As I did?” Aragorn continued, 
and Haldir blushed becomingly. 

Haldir whispered his answer, afraid to speak it loud, as if that would confirm once 
and for all his submission to the sensations that had taken control of him the 
night before. “I… I guess. It was very strange to me. I have never spent my 
nights thus or been touched in that manner by a male. But it was not unpleasant, 
my Lord.”  he finally admitted.

Aragorn’s smile broadened and he used his free arm to lift Haldir’s chin up, and 
bent down to kiss him on the lips. He let his tongue play over Haldir’s lips, tasting 
the syrupy elven scent. “You are a delight march warden, and our lives together 
shall be filled with nights like last night. I know you liked it, I can feel your 
‘enthusiasm’ cradled against my thigh right now.” And with that remark he turned 
to fully face Haldir and let his arm slip under the cover to grab Haldir’s straining 
member that so wanted to reach up and greet the morning sun.

Haldir gasped and grabbed Aragorn’s shoulder for support. Aragorn sighed with 
pleasure at the reaction and started moving his hand up and down Haldir’s shaft, 
making Haldir clutch even harder at the broad shoulder. 

The movement woke Legolas, who yawned as he opened his eyes. Quickly 
observing the proceedings he then moved a bit away from his close contact with 
Haldir’s backside, and pulled at Haldir’s shoulder till he was lying flat on his back 
between them, Aragorn still working his hand up and down the shaft. 

Legolas kissed Haldir lightly on the lips and said, “Garo aur vaer, meldir. I see 
you are well rested, and ready to renew your training gwador. Ah, but it will be a 
joy to teach you with the eagerness your body is displaying.” 

Haldir cleared his throat to answer, but Legolas then curled his hand around 
Haldir’s sack, kneading gently while dipping his head to engulf one of Haldir’s 
hard nipples. Haldir abandoned any attempt of speech at that point and instead 
started moaning helplessly. Not knowing where to put his hands he put one on 
the back of Legolas’s head stroking the cool silken hair, albeit somewhat 
desperately, and the other one he tucked under Aragorn and up his back trying to 
hold and caress him at the same time. 

It was all too soon, Haldir thought, that he felt the sensations he’d already come 
to associate with the end being near. His skin started tingling, his legs were 
shaking slightly and the fire started up again in his groin. Aragorn fisted him 
faster and harder while encouraging him to come, and Legolas frantically 
massaged his balls while apparently trying to make a meal out of Haldir’s nipples. 

“Come on Haldir. Let me have your essence. Spill it for us,” Aragorn purred in a 
low voice that inexorably drove Haldir across the edge and into a warm pool of 
ecstasy, enveloping every pore of his body. With a prolonged cry he shot his 
fluids across his stomach, while Legolas drew his head back and looked 
wantonly at the writhing guardian next to him. Aragorn milked him till every drop 
was spent and Haldir was reduced to a panting boneless puddle on the bed. 

“Ouch, can I have my hair back now?” Legolas chuckled, as he reached back to 
loosen Haldirs clenching fingers from the back of his head. 

Haldir was shocked to realise that he had clutched so at Legolas’s hair, and his 
other arm…, dear Valar! His other arm… His head whipped around to look at 
Aragorn. “My lord! Did I hurt you?” Haldir asked, worried since he knew not yet 
how sturdy these mortals were, his voice trembling as he belatedly relaxed his 
death grip on Aragorn’s back. 

“No! No, you did not hurt me, my pet, my love.” Aragorn whispered and bent to 
give the guardian a deep loving kiss. He was heartened to know that Haldir 
already worried about his wellbeing, and although his back actually hurt like 
Angband where Haldir’s nails had raked it, he’d rather not make Haldir feel guilty 
about it. After all, he was as much the guilty party for awakening such desires in 
an unsuspecting body, he thought. 

“Gods Aragorn, I am starved” Legolas uttered, which made Aragorn break off the 
kiss and look up.

“Oh, I am sorry! What kind of host must you think me. We didn’t even have 
dinner. Aragorn jumped out of bed, and went over to the big fruit bowl on his 
dresser and rummaged through it. Having made a fair selection of fresh fruit he 
brought it back to the bed, along with a little knife.

He emptied the contents of his arms onto the bed, and Legolas picked a peach 
and set to work on it, while Aragorn looked appreciatively at a big apple.

“Would you share an apple with me, Haldir?” he asked. Haldir nodded, so hungry 
now that food was mentioned, that his stomach growled. 

Aragorn sliced the apple into neat boats and fed the first one to Haldir by 
pinching it between two fingers and holding it down to Haldirs mouth. “Now, small 
bites and remember to chew” he teased as Haldir took a bite of the succulent 
fruit. Aragorn then took a piece for himself, but rather than eat it right away he 
ran it through the scattered semen cooling on Haldirs stomach. Then he bit into 
the apple. “Ah, elf sauce, nothing like it!” he exclaimed, as Haldir looked at him 
with dismay and Legolas laughed merrily at the king. 

Aragorn hand-fed Haldir a little while longer, and then told him to just take what 
he wanted. While they ate Aragorn and Legolas chatted about Aragorn’s duties 
for the day. 

“And I?” Haldir enquired, “What shall be my duties in Gondor, my Lord?”

“You have already fulfilled your duty to me last night fair Galadhrim. During the 
days you shall rest up, for I shall surely require your services every night.”

“You mean, all I shall do here is lie in a bed?” Haldir looked disgusted with the 
idea.

“Not just lie in it,” Aragorn laughed. “I expect you to acquire some proficiency in 
the art of love and be very active indeed in how you go about pleasing me. And I 
shall also wish to frolic with you other places than in the bed. Fear not.” he 
finished with a broad smile. 

“Speaking of which,” Legolas inserted, “I have some training planned for you 
today, so you shall be quite busy, I assure you.”  Legolas’s smile rivalled 
Aragorn’s in anticipation of the day ahead of him. 

“Well, I have better join the queen for breakfast, lest she come looking for me.” 
Aragorn got out of bed and started dressing. He promised to have some lunch 
sent up later for the two elves, and readied to leave. Just as he was leaving 
Legolas called him back.

“Oh Aragorn. Would you stay till I have tied Haldir up again, in case he gives me 
any trouble?”

“WHAT?” Haldir exclaimed. “That hardly seems necessary. I shall not flee, have 
you not seen that much yet?”

Legolas’s blow fell so fast that Haldir didn’t see it coming till it was too late. 
“Quiet!” he shouted at Haldir, who clutched his aching jaw. “You forget yourself 
slave! And thus prove my point. I have no intention of spending the day alone 
with you without you being restrained; I know your fighting skills too well.”

“Now, I shall tie your hands in your front, so you’ll have some mobility, but cross 
me again and I’ll fasten the ropes to the bed. Now hold your arms out, wrists 
together.” Legolas commanded.

Haldir reluctantly moved his hand from his smarting face and held his arms out in 
front of him, while Legolas threaded a rope between the loops on the wrist 
restraints. He then tied Haldirs ankles together with another piece of rope. 
Satisfied that Haldir was sufficiently restrained he turned to Aragorn. “Thanks for 
waiting. When you return tonight I’ll make sure that Haldir has some new skills to 
show you.”

Aragorn’s breath hitched, and he tried not to think too hard about what those 
skills might be, he had a long day ahead of him after all. One of his tasks would 
be to find a suitable present for Celeborn in return for Haldir, and convince Arwen 
to take it to him. 

“I shall return as soon as humanly possible” he assured Haldir and Legolas, and 
quickly turned on his heels to leave the room.

“I don’t doubt it!” Legolas shouted laughingly after him.

As soon as the door closed Legolas turned to Haldir with a feral smile. “Now I do 
believe you had some problems swallowing the king’s semen last night. Let’s see 
if you fare any better with mine. Get up on your knees and take me in your 
mouth.”

Legolas sat against the headboard and arranged the pillows behind his back, till 
he felt comfortable. Then he spread his legs and motioned Haldir forward. It was 
difficult for Haldir to move with his ankles tied so tightly together, but he managed 
to get into position between Legolas’s legs, however inelegantly it was achieved. 
He looked at Legolas who pointedly looked down at his own hardening member 
and told Haldir to get started. With a surrendering sigh Haldir dipped his head to 
Legolas’s elfhood as ordered. He closed his eyes to brace himself, and opening 
his mouth he slowly moved his lips down over the shaft. He kept moving down till 
he felt the gag-effect starting, and then moved back up, still at a slow pace. 

“Not a bad beginning. Not bad at all,” Legolas said, his voice a little shaky. “But 
now try to lick your tongue across the head while you continue to move up and 
down. Yes, like that. Oh yes, exactly like that. My, you learn fast.” Legolas looked 
at Haldirs bobbing head with something akin to respect. “Next time you lick 
across the tip find the little hole in the centre and dip your tongue into it. No… 
gently! Gently! Ah… aaah, that’s better.” Legolas’s breath was coming fast now, 
and he leaned back into the pillows, closing his eyes. 

“Now bring your hands forward a little bit and cup my sack in them, and be *very* 
gentle, please. Now massage the balls between your fingers. No, a little harder 
than that will do, umm… a little harder still. Yes. Oh yes! Oh Haldir, that feels so 
good. Softly now, or I shall come too quickly.” Legolas relaxed completely into 
the pillows, concentrating on the warm, moist cave circling and devouring him, 
and the eager fingers fondling his sack. Haldir was coming along nicely, he dimly 
thought while giving himself over to the pleasant sensations in his groin. 

Legolas opened his eyes and focused them on Haldir’s head. The golden hair 
was hanging as a curtain concealing the guardian’s face. More’s the pity, Legolas 
thought, and reached out to scoop the hair away. Oh yes, that was a sight! 
Haldir’s mouth moving up and down on his shaft, his eyes firmly shut in 
concentration. This would be over soon, too soon, he knew.  

He continued his instructions. “Let’s make it a little more difficult. Continue the 
movement of your lips and your tongue, but start sucking as well, like you would 
suck moisture from a leaf in a summer’s drought.”  

Legolas saw how Haldir sucked his cheeks in as he moved his lips down over the 
swollen cock in his mouth, and Legolas gasped for air for a second before be 
shouted, “NO! Haldir! Haldir? Not that hard. Not… ouch. Ease up. S-so-softer! 
Softer still, Ha-aldir. Please n-not so… unnggghhh”. Legolas nearly doubled 
completely over as he came, sucked into Haldir’s throat without a chance of 
escape, his arms grabbing frantically at Haldir’s shoulders and back, torn 
between pushing him away and holding on tight.  Haldir mercilessly sucked and 
swallowed, while he felt Legolas’s balls moving in his hands, and Legolas’s 
hands clawing at his back. 

He had no problem swallowing this time. He knew what to expect and Legolas 
tasted sweet, not nearly as salty as Aragorn. Haldir greedily lapped at the head 
of Legolas’s cock while he stroked the last drops out of him, while Legolas 
muttered incoherently, still doubled down over Haldir’s back, his head resting on 
Haldir’s shoulder blade.

When the last drop was gone, and Legolas had stopped shivering Haldir used his 
head to nudge Legolas up, and back into the pillows where he lay gasping. Haldir 
afforded himself a smile, while he took a little pride in the state he had reduced 
the other elf to. 

Eventually Legolas regained control of his breathing and opened his eyes. He 
saw Haldir still sitting between his legs, his head cocked to one side, and the 
cheekiest smile on his face. Legolas could not help but smile back. 

“Oh, just you wait my fair-haired friend,” Legolas muttered, “I’ll get you for this…” 
He laughed while he lunged out for Haldir and easily threw the bound elf back on 
the bed. He gave him a light kiss, tasting himself for a moment while quickly and 
unceremoniously moving down Haldir’s body to hover over his cock.

“Now watch, feel and learn! Pleasure intensifies many times over when the 
experience is prolonged – it’s not a race to come first, you know.” And with those 
words he bent his head and proceeded to send Haldir to heaven.

Half an hour later Legolas had to tie Haldir’s hands to the bed to stop him from 
continually grasping Legolas’s head. Even then, he had trouble controlling the 
writhing body while he alternately licked, lapped, sucked, and caressed Haldir to 
the point of near madness, always pulling back just in time before he came, 
keeping him on the edge, begging for release.

By the time Legolas was ready to relent Haldir had begged, cursed, and 
threatened him to stop the heavenly torture, and was back to begging again. His 
member was so hard that Legolas faintly wondered if he’d break a tooth if he 
ventured to bite it – it was tempting to try, but he refrained. Instead he swallowed 
the head and most of the shaft, while pumping hard on the remainder of the shaft 
with his hand. 

With his other hand he experimentally probed at Haldir’s tight opening, and 
finding it both relaxed and slick with sweat could not resist pushing two fingers 
into him, wriggling them around. That had the same effect as loosening the string 
of a bow has on the arrow. Haldir’s hip shot in the air into Legolas’s mouth and 
with a scream he came, thrashing about so hard that Legolas had to clench his 
legs tight around Haldir’s to stay on top of him.

He greedily drank of the elven juices that flowed into his mouth, and relished the 
deep moans that were only slowly abating. Finally there were no more emissions, 
and Haldir lay relatively still, only a slight ripple running through his muscles. 

He lay down next to Haldir, and moved the other elf’s sweaty hair out of his face, 
and watched him slowly came back into himself, breathing normally again. Only 
then did Legolas loosen the hands from the bed, but let them remain tied in front 
of Haldir.

“So, you see what I mean now?” Legolas asked.

“Oh indeed hîr nin, I see your point. And you think the King would prefer it thus?”

“Oh, I think the King will like it both ways, but we’ll try that on him tonight, shall 
we?”

Haldir nodded his assent, and blushed when his stomach growled.

“Ah yes, it must be nearly lunch time. I’ll go and see what’s keeping the page. 
And this afternoon I think we’ll spend bathing and grooming. Aragorn will expect 
you to look pretty and smell good when he returns.”

And thus they spent the afternoon, first eating a rather substantial lunch, and 
then bathing and grooming for the remainder of that day, while Legolas talked to 
Haldir about how to properly address the king, when to take the initiative, and 
when to let Aragorn take the lead, and other helpful tips. Legolas dried Haldir’s 
hair for him, and braided it, in a pretty Mirkwood pattern that Haldir a little sourly 
remarked was only for girls, but Legolas told him it was for male pleasure slaves 
as well. It offered whoever wanted a “ride” something to hold on to. Haldir 
blushed again, and Legolas laughed, wondering how long it would be before that 
charming trait disappeared from the elf. Legolas hoped it would be a long time; 
the innocence causing it endeared Haldir to him.

Just before dinner time Aragorn returned to his chambers, with a tow of pages 
carrying trays of food and wine. They quickly prepared his quarters for the meal, 
and left the three alone.

As they sat down to enjoy the scrumptious meal Aragorn complimented Haldir’s 
hair, and Legolas laughed out loud as the expected reaction from Haldir was yet 
another blush. Aragorn looked enquiringly at Legolas, but he just shook his head 
with mirth and reaching for the wine, pored them all a cup full. 

They enjoyed the wonderful food as Aragorn talked about his day. He had picked 
3 of his finest horses, two mares and one stallion, as a gift for Celeborn. He had 
been quite honest with Arwen about the gift he had received, and what Haldir 
was to be to him. He had then asked her to take the gift to Celeborn, as that 
would give him some time with Haldir, breaking him in so to speak. She 
complied, glad for a chance to visit her grandparents, and understood why 
Aragorn was loath to let her meet Haldir until he was fully settled in, in his new 
role. During this part of Aragorn’s tale Haldir stared stiffly at his food, wondering 
what it would be like to come to terms with the life of a slave, knowing that it was 
a feeling he must soon embrace whole heartedly. For the rest of the meal they 
talked of lighter subjects, all three of them adding to the conversation.

When Aragorn had eaten his fill, he leant back and looked expectantly at the two 
elves. “So, what have you done to pass the time this fine day?”

Legolas looked at Haldir, who nodded and got up from his chair to kneel in front 
of the king. “Will you permit me to show you?” he asked Aragorn.

Aragorn looked down at the blond face and his heart skipped a beat at the new 
spark of sensuality he saw in the eyes. “Please do, love” he whispered, and 
leaned back in his chair as Haldir moved the kingly robes out of the way and 
undid the laces on Aragorn’s leggings, baring his member. With no further 
preamble Haldir bent his head and engulfed it fully, letting his tongue roam 
around the shaft as he felt it harden in his mouth. He heard Aragorn’s breathing 
turn heavy and felt fingers tangling in his hair, ever so gently. 

Soon the king was so hard that Haldir could not hold it in without choking, so he 
started to move his head up and down, swirling his tongue and nipping very 
lightly at the head. He used both his hands to massage the root of the cock, and 
was rewarded with deep moans from Aragorn. 

The fingers in Haldir’s hair started kneading the back of his head, and he felt 
Aragorn buck his hips looking for closer contact. He picked that moment to start 
the intense suction that had driven Legolas over the edge earlier that day. 
Aragorn’s reaction was even more prompt and violent. He shouted Haldir’s name 
as he rammed his cock deep into his mouth, using his hands to keep the elf’s 
head in place. Haldir felt the warm, salty stream flow into his mouth and kept up 
the suction, relishing Aragorn’s screams. Soon Aragorn stilled his motion, holding 
Haldir’s head perfectly still while a slight shudder ran through his body. He pulled 
out of the warm mouth, very slowly, still fighting to control his breath and looked 
lovingly at the golden guardian. 

“That was… oh, so very intense love. Thank you.” Aragorn said as he let a hand 
trail the contours of Haldir’s face. He looked sated and a bit dishevelled as he sat 
in his royal robes with his flaccid member lying out on his thigh, and sweat on his 
brow. 

“Thank you, my lord,” Haldir responded. “May I undress you now, and help you to 
your bed, or do you have other wishes?”

Aragorn’s head snapped up at those words. “Oh, Haldir. You two have been busy 
today, huh?” Aragorn didn’t wait for a response, but answered Haldir’s question 
“… and yes, please disrobe me, I grow weary in these heavy garments, and long 
to feel your skin against mine.” Aragorn stood to give Haldir better access, and 
enjoyed how the nimble Elven fingers unhooked clasps and untied laces quickly 
and efficiently, neatly folding his clothes away, and finally leading the naked king 
to his bed. Haldir bid Aragorn lie down on top of the covers, and then stood by 
the side of the bed as he disrobed himself. 

Legolas had not moved from his chair, but now he too got up and divested 
himself of his light garments, and crawled on to the bed, naked and aroused, 
waiting for Haldir to join them.

“My lord Legolas,” Haldir said, as he kneeled on the bed next to Aragorn, “could 
you perhaps help me restrain the kings’ movements for this next… massage of 
his intimate parts?”

Legolas answered Haldir, in a voice so husky that Aragorn audibly whimpered 
hearing it. “I think that might be prudent. If you will allow me your Majesty, then 
please lie back against my chest, and I shall support you through this.”

Legolas moved to sit against the headboard and directed Aragorn to lie between 
his legs, his back resting against Legolas’s chest, and his head lolling back on to 
the Mirkwood elf’s shoulder. Legolas then took hold of Aragorns hands, holding 
them fondly, but firmly, making sure he could not move.

Aragorn looked at Haldir through a haze. He would have thought it impossible 
that he could be so aroused so soon after he’d come, but he was already 
labouring to breathe, his member standing tall and proud between his legs, and 
Haldir had not even touched him yet.

Haldir smiled at the anticipatory look on the king’s face and moved between 
Aragorn’s legs. With a cheeky smile he bent his head to the beckoning cock and 
stuck his tongue out, lapping at the head. Small licks, quick and darting, just 
enough to get Aragorn to buck his hips up, but not enough to create any friction. 
Aragorn made a frustrated sound and tried to grab Haldir’s head, but found his 
movement restrained by Legolas’s suddenly very forceful hands. 

Haldir placed his hands on the king’s hips, and held them down, as he continued 
the small licks, and every now and then dipped his mouth down over the shaft, 
quickly moving up again, returning to the licks. 

Aragorn was moaning loudly, writhing against Legolas’s chest, and Haldir was 
having problems holding the hips down. He stopped his ministrations, and looked 
up at Legolas. Aragorn protested this action with a groan.

“Lord Legolas. He is moving too much about. Is there any further way in which 
you can restrain him? Could you anchor him to your body, perhaps?”

Aragorn sharply drew in his breath at the question and held it waiting for 
Legolas’s response. “Ah yes, Haldir. I think I have just the instrument needed to 
hold the king in place. I’m pretty sure I can stop him wriggling around so much if 
he is impaled on me, don’t you think so?”

Aragorn suddenly noticed the hard shaft that he was lying on, and knew it for 
what it was. “Legolas, please…” he whimpered.

“Please what?” Legolas whispered in his ear. ”Please do, or please don’t? What 
is your pleasure my friend. This night is for you, only you.”
“Yes, oh… yes, please do.” Aragorn stammered out, not believing what the two 
elves were doing to him. He could not remember ever feeling so aroused and 
wanted them to take him in every way possible.

“You honor me, my friend” Legolas said to Aragorn, while he reached for the 
bottle of oil, conveniently placed next to the bed. To Haldir he said “Please help 
me, lift his hips, and give me some room to move”.

Haldir complied by suspending Aragorn in midair, unable to resist the cock that 
was thereby standing straight in to the air, pointing right at Haldir’s mouth. So 
Haldir engulfed if, taking care to keep his suction to a minimum, not wanting to 
catapult the king over the edge. Meanwhile Legolas covered his elfhood in a 
generous layer of oil, and smeared some over Aragorn’s opening. Feeling that, 
Aragorn shivered and mumbled some incoherent sentence that neither Elf could 
understand.

“I’m ready” Legolas said to them both, and to Haldir he continued “Please lower 
him slowly onto me.” Legolas then placed his member at the tight opening 
grabbing a hold of Aragorn’s hips, helping Haldir to guide him down over it. 

Aragorn howled with pain, pleasure and unbelievable arousal as he felt Legolas 
enter him. As he was completely impaled Legolas drew him back against his 
chest, and once more grabbed a hold of his hands. Aragorn let his head fall back 
on Legolas’s shoulder and gasped for air.

In the next instant he forgot about breathing completely as he felt Haldir’s mouth 
on his cock again, licking and biting the head, and his hands kneading the flesh 
at the base of the member and Aragorn’s sack. It was too much, Aragorn wanted 
it to end and continue forever, the conflicting feelings addling his brain, making it 
impossible for him to speak, even though his mouth kept emitting words. 

Legolas did not move inside him, just kept him still and utterly, utterly impaled 
giving Haldir a free roam of his body, and Haldir took full advantage of this. He let 
Aragorn’s cock slide out of his mouth, but replaced it with his hand as he moved 
up a bit to lick and gnaw at Aragorn’s left nipple. He then repeated the process 
on the right nipple, keeping an eye on the king’s reaction. Aragorn was still 
muttering nonsense words, his eyes firmly shut, his head thrashing about on 
Legolas’s shoulder. 

Haldir returned his attention to the weeping manhood between Aragorn’s legs, 
and once more started gently lapping at it, causing Aragorn to cry out in 
frustration. His words became more coherent as he fought for breath to beg 
Haldir for release. When his pleas fell on deaf ears he tried another tactic. “Let 
me come. Now! It’s an order! Do you hear me? Legolas, make him do it… 
please.” Aragorn whimpered with frustration when neither elf acknowledged his 
‘order’. “Legolas? Legolas, please? Haldiiiir, I can’t…” Aragorn lost the fight to 
form sentences and reverted to emitting deep moans. 

Legolas smiled at the disheveled king in his arms, and prepared to further the 
torture by slowly rotating his hips, making his elfhood bump against Aragorn’s 
sensitive inside, every now and then hitting the prostate, which elicited a howl 
from the man. 

Finally Haldir dared not continue the gentle teasing, fearing for Aragorn’s health if 
the kept it up, so he opened his mouth wide and dipped his mouth down over the 
manhood that was so begging for it’s release. He moved up and down while 
applying suction and letting his tongue roam the tip of the cock, lapping at the 
fluids emitting from it. Legolas held on tighter to Aragorn’s hands while bucking 
his hips and driving his cock deep into Aragorn. 

Aragorn turned his head and buried his face in Legolas’s neck, screaming and 
panting. He felt his orgasm approach finally and as it hit him he yelled a 
triumphant “yeeaahhh….” that echoed in the room. The shout suddenly echoed 
in Legolas as well, as he came along with the king when Aragorns’ muscles 
contracted around the elfhood in him, milking Legolas, who emptied himself deep 
into Aragorn, while Haldir slurped and drank of the king’s essence.

Legolas let go of Aragorn’s hands and wrapped his arms around his chest 
instead, hugging the king to him. As Haldir lifted his head Aragorn reached out 
for him, drawing him into a close embrace, kissing him lovingly while whispering 
thanks over and over. He hugged Haldir to him, making him lie on top of him, 
holding on tightly as post-orgasmic shudders ran through his body.

Legolas enjoyed the weight of the king and Haldir on top of him, and relaxed into 
the pillows, while caressing Aragorn’s chest, enjoying the feeling of Haldir’s warm 
chest pressing against his fingers as well.

Aragorn fell asleep between them, his head on Legolas’s shoulder, and Haldir’s 
head on Aragorn’s, and soon only even breathing and slight snores were heard 
in the room as all three entered the realm of blissful, sated sleep.

TBC





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