Title: Love Potion No.9
Type: FPS
Author: Bernsteinnixe;
Author’s email: Bernsteinnixe@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rúmil/Orophin 
Warning: Incest!
Feedback: Please!
Summary: Rúmil tries using magic to win his brother’s love.

Love Potion No.9

Do you think I am unaware of what it is you are giving me? I saw you, my 
brother, deep in the woods… I saw you pick the forbidden flower, 
enchanted by the god of love himself. I watched you as you squeezed the 
juice from the petals into the otherwise pale concoction; turning it a cherry 
red. Oh, what a charming sorcerer you are…

I have loved you as more than a brother long before you started to work 
your magic on me. Only I’ve been too shy to tell you… too ashamed of 
my feelings. Why do you continue to feed me your potions and burn your 
herbs as I sleep when all I’ve wanted for so long is to feel your touch? A 
lover’s touch: seductive and dirty.  I should have told you… I should tell 
you now.

It pains me to know that you, the most beautiful elf on Middle Earth, think 
you need magic to win my love; that you would accept affection that was 
given to you only as a result of sorcery. You deserve so much more than 
that… so much more than me. 

I take the glass from your hand and set it down. I will drink your potion, 
but not now. Not before I let you know how I already feel. I cannot find 
the words. I take your hand, rubbing my cheek against it and then kiss 
every one of your fingertips, never letting my eyes leave yours. You 
shudder at the touch while staring at me in amazement. I lean in to kiss 
your soft, supple lips. I slip my tongue into your willing mouth. Your kiss 
is shy, light, and playful. The butterflies in my stomach dance to the 
rhythm of your tongue. Our kiss is over. You look at me, confusion 
apparent in your eyes and so I kiss you again, making sure you 
understand.

We hold each other’s gaze as I slowly pull away, reaching for the glass 
that holds the nectar of the gods. It smells deliciously of tropical fruit and I 
realize it tastes so as well as I swallow about half of it. I have barely put 
the glass down as you lunge at me, licking the remaining drops of the red 
potion off my lips. Suddenly I am overcome with sheer lust.I feel my 
leggings becoming unbearably tight as I watch you swallow the remaining 
contents of the glass I just drank from, licking your lips seductively once 
you are finished.
      
I fear that I may not be able to control myself much longer. I pick you up 
and carry you, finally laying you down on your bed. I lie down on top of 
you and kiss you again. Our kisses are no longer light and playful, but 
fiery and passionate. The potion strengthens every desire, amplifies every 
sensation. You place your right hand on the back of my head, pulling me 
deeper into your mouth. Your other hand is running up and down my 
back. I have dreamed of this for centuries. We grind our hips together 
slowly, yet forcefully… hard, swollen cocks rubbing against each other 
underneath the clothes. I can hardly breathe. I’m not sure I even remember 
how to. 
      
I move from your lips to your neck. The scent of vanilla fills my nostrils. 
You are absolutely intoxicating. I take off your tunic and then mine and 
slide my hands over the smooth skin of your chest and abdomen, feeling 
the perfectly toned muscles under that soft skin.
      
 You whimper as fingers tease your nipples… tickling and pinching. I 
replace my fingers with my mouth and lick and nibble and you begin to 
moan. Gods, even the sounds you make are perfect. I begin a trail of kisses 
down your stomach; you arch your back in anticipation. With my hand I 
caress your arousal through the smooth fabric. I must say I am quite 
impressed, young brother. I would let you have me… or would you prefer 
to be had? I rub my face against your hardness and struggle to untie your 
leggings with my teeth. Slowly I pull them off and watch as your erection 
is freed. My own cock is on fire, aching and burning with desire.
      
My tongue touches the slit at the tip of your flesh, licking off the pearl of 
glistening fluid that has formed there. YOU are the most delightful potion 
there is. You whisper something completely inaudible as you look at me, 
your aqua eyes glazed with untamed passion. I trace the underside of your 
cock from the base to the tip and then swirl my tongue around the head. 
You clench at the sheets and moan loudly. I would love to just rip the rest 
of my clothes off and take you now, slamming myself into you again and 
again, making you scream until the pressure in my groin was finally 
released. But I won’t do that. You have been saving yourself for me, so I 
must be slow and gentle.
      
I take you in my mouth, swallowing your entire length Taking my time 
and increasing the pace gradually. It does not take you very long. You 
reach for me. I let my hand take over as I move back up to kiss your lips. 
You cry into my mouth and dig your fingers into my shoulders as your 
hips buck wildly and you spill yourself all over my hand and your 
stomach.
      
I hold you, stroking your hair as your breath slowly returns to normal. 
Suddenly you push me violently down on the bed and rip off my leggings, 
your eyes wild.You grab the base of my erection firmly and start napping 
at the tip with your tongue. “Rúmil,” the sound escapes my mouth like a 
whisper in the wind. Gods, how I would love to come into that sweet, 
talented mouth of yours right now as you suck and lick and nibble, 
threatening to bring me over the edge.
      
I turn you over so that I am on top of you again, sucking on your lower lip 
as I press the tip of my flesh against your tight, untouched opening. I gaze 
into your trusting face for the final ok before gently pushing into you. 
Feeling you tense and whimper, I stop until I feel you relax. Then I push a 
little deeper, repeating the process until I am fully inside you, showering 
you with reassuring kisses all the while. We lie there a while, devouring 
each other’s mouths until I start to move... slowly…not wanting to cause 
you any pain. A wave of relief comes over me as you begin to moan with 
pleasure. Your tightness around me is almost too much to bear. I turn my 
attention to your ear, licking and nibbling at the tip as I increase the pace. 
Your moans steadily become louder and you begin pushing against me as I 
thrust into you, your warm, hard cock rubbing against our bodies with 
every movement. 
      
I become aware of the force with which I am now pounding into you, 
much harder than I would, this being your first time, were I not under the 
influence of your cursed potion. I am drowning in pleasure better than any 
orgasm I ever had, and yet I’m still not there. Desperately seeking release 
I continue pushing harder and faster, making the feeling even more 
intense, but still I do not come.
      
You begin to quiver beneath me, arching your spine, throwing your head 
back, digging your nails into my skin. With every thrust you cry out 
louder and louder, fueling the raging fire in me. The pleasure-driven 
screams... the hot, slick fluid spurting between our bodies... the strong 
fingers digging painfully into my back... the clenching of the already tight 
muscles around my aching flesh… I can’t take it. Ecstasy engulfs me, 
coming in waves of pure bliss which hit me again and again, making me 
shudder with the intensity of it. 

After what seems like an eternity, I begin to regain my senses. You are 
now cradling me in your arms, stroking my hair, whispering soothing 
words and I fall asleep, still inside you.

The End