Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: OB/VM

Summary: Fulfilling an Elven fantasy. 

Archive: Mirrormere, VOLA. All others please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: Role-playing, bondage, simulated non-con. 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened.  The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within. 

Author´s Notes: Sorry about the delay again.  RL was harsh, and I couldn´t get Viggo to shut up.  :) Also, this chapter is filled with smutty goodness to make up for the smut-free chapters. 

Many thanks to Salix for her suggestions and help.  And a big huzzah to Elizabeth.  Hope this chapter provides a nice welcome back present sweetie!

Posted Aug.  22, 2005

"Surrender to me," Legolas purrs as his lips ghost over my naked, spread-eagled body. His sapphire blue eyes are scintillating with an unearthly glow, burning my soul with the cold fire flickering within the depths of his gaze. 

"No, stop..." I whimper, struggling against the ropes binding my wrists. 

His melodious chuckle causes a shiver to travel through me. "Your body betrays you," he purrs, running a finger up the seam of my dripping cock. 

Shocks course through my nervous system, and I try to shamelessly beg him to take me, but my voice won´t work. Cursing, I thrust my hips upward to gain more friction....

Orlando´s loud moan wakes me up, and after a bit of disorientation, I realize that I´m spooned up against him in our bed. I have hazy memories of being woken up sometime during the night and being coaxed into relocating by a very persistent Orli. It makes sense...he never sleeps very well if I´m not there, and he´s been staying at his house for the past few days. 

Of course, if I keep molesting him like this, he´s never going get any shuteye. It looks like my dream was so intense that I pushed my throbbing dick into the cleft of his ass and started grinding against him. I should pull back, but he feels so good. Too good. Unable to resist the temptation, I rub against him and he groans again at twice his normal volume. Shit, he´ll wake Henry up at this rate. 

"Quiet," I whisper into his ear. 

He murmurs something and pushes his ass back, his arms flailing around as he does so. I growl in frustration -- he´s still asleep and I´m horny as hell. It would be really unfair of me to wake him up, so I guess I´ll either have to whack off or find some way to kill my erection. 

Masturbating is the easier option, especially since Orlando can get me hard by just breathing the right way. I try to roll to the side to take care of my problem, but Orli stops me by grabbing my hand in a death grip. 

"Stay, d´mnit," he mumbles before he presses my palm against his chest, bringing my fingers in contact with his very hard nipple. 

My cock jumps as soon as my fingers brush across the nub. Great, I either lie here until I die from blue balls or I go to Plan B. I´d really rather not think about Nancy Reagan giving blowjobs, but I guess it´ll have to do...

That scheme immediately goes out the window when Orli starts rotating his ass in small circles against my shaft. My eyes roll back into my head as he rubs against me, letting out sleepy murmurs of pleasure. As he continues to grind, his tongue flicks over his lips and he moans as his head lolls back to rest on my shoulder. I rock into him, and when he whimpers in response, his voice is so thick with lust that all thoughts of letting him doze away just snap. 

I yank open the nightstand drawer, almost pulling it out all the way while I fumble for the lube. Once I have the bottle in my hand, I slick myself up with a couple of hasty swipes. Meanwhile, Orli has drifted back to sleep, a tiny smile ghosting across his lips while he makes light snuffling noises. 

Let´s see if we can change that a bit...I position myself and push my cock slowly inside of him. I hiss as I slide in -- it´s a constant source of wonder to me that he´s always so tight. God, he feels wonderful... His eyelashes flutter as I bury myself in his warmth and I can see that he´s about to cry out. Working fast, I clap my hand over his mouth, containing his moans. 

He arches against me, every inch of him quivering, clenching his ass around my erection. That´s all the acknowledgement I need before I start pounding, watching him claw the sheets as I bury myself inside him over and over again. His muscles ripple along my dick, and I can´t hold it in any longer. I drive into him one final time, burying my face in his shoulder as my orgasm crashes through my body. I hear Orli responding with a scream that would have been ear-splitting if my hand wasn´t there to muffle it. He slams back, every muscle quivering as hot liquid spurts out of his cock. 

I fly high for who knows how long before I come back to reality. When I can focus, I see that Orli has a languid, content smile on his face. His face is covered in a light sheen of perspiration, and his mohawk is ruffled in a dozen places. I can´t wait for his hair to grow out again, because I´d love to see what his curls look like after he´s been well-fucked. 

"Wow," is all I have the brain cells to say. 

He stretches and purrs, "Yeah, that was fantastic. I love being woken up with a nice shag." 

I´m about to nuzzle his damp neck, but I pause when I see a reddish spot on his shoulder. What in the...crap, it looks like I bit him while I was coming; and I did it hard enough to break the skin. "Fuck! I´m sorry." 

Orli looks confused. "Hmm? For what?"  he replies. 

"This," I say, pointing to the wound. 

He squints at it and giggles. "Don´t be daft. Why do you think I came harder than a freight train?" 

What? I think my jaw must be hanging open because Orli giggles again. "Come on, Vig. You can´t think that I bottomed without getting into some kind of pain, yeah?" 

I shiver at the thought. "Sorry...that´s just something I still can´t get into." 

Orli twists around so that he can reach over and caress my cheek. "Don´t worry about it. But you made me remember an important bit -- just to avoid crossed wires; I´m thinking that we should set aside some time each day to talk about your fantasies. That way, I can figure out how far I can push you, instead of blundering ahead." 

As soon as Orli finishes his sentence, he begins to twitch nervously. I cuddle him closer. "It sounds good, and you really haven´t been that bad." 

I´m rewarded with a megawatt smile. "Really, really?" 

"Really, Elf Boy." 

He beams again and presses a kiss to my hand. "Have a time in mind?" 

"Maybe after dinner? That´ll give us some space to mellow out after work and settle in." 

"Sounds fantastic," he replies before his nose crinkles. "Ew, we´re getting kind of sticky. We should probably clean up before I start itching." 

Orli´s clean-freak attack makes me chuckle, and the vibrations cause my soft cock to flop out of his ass with a none too elegant squelch. He giggles at the noise and says, "Christ, now you´ve left a wet spot, filthy human." 

"*I* left a wet spot?"  I reply with mock indignation. 

He turns his head and cranes his neck around so that he can look behind him. "Well...that´s your come, lube, and general ranger ick there, isn´t it?" 

I point at the damp patch in front of his crotch. "As if you didn´t make a mess, too. What do you call that?" 

Orli nibbles his lip and then replies in a serious voice, "Dainty Elven fluid. It´ll disappear in a tick without leaving a mark, and it´s as clean as water." 

Okay, we´ve now both officially gone insane. I could say something witty, but instead I decide to smack Orli with a pillow. He girly-shrieks and retaliates in kind. We´re soon beaning each other vigorously, yelping and cursing until Henry shouts through the wall, "Hey! *Some* of us are trying to sleep before our flight out tomorrow!" 

"Sleep on the plane!"  Orli yells back before he gets a face full of pillow. 

He sputters before he pounces on me, howling like a gorilla. I start wrestling with him, grinning as I hear the Smashing Pumpkins blasting from Henry´s room. So much for sleeping. We don´t have to be up for a few more hours, which is more than enough time for another round or three. 

****

Henry is pretty surly in the morning, muttering about "needing some serious therapy" after we woke him up. Orli responds by planting a sloppy kiss on my lips. 

Henry´s face scrunches up and he grumbles, "Great, there´s no way I´m going to eat breakfast now." 

I snort as I pull out a frying pan. "I know that´s going to last for all of two seconds. You never could turn down my bacon." 

"You made bacon?"  Henry says eagerly. He pouts when I chuckle at him. "Okay, fine. You win." 

Orli pats him on the shoulder, "Don´t worry about it. Viggo´s fish always gets me. He knows the way to everyone´s stomach in the Fellowship." 

"Everyone´s?"  Henry says. 

Orli rubs his chin. "Hmmm, maybe not BK´s, come to think about it."  He then proceeds to tell Henry about the time BK and I cooked up a salmon that I had caught. He´s not as good as Dom is with imitating accents, but he still manages to capture BK´s rapid fire orders, along with the wild gestures he makes. 

Henry laughs until tears pour from his eyes, and he prods Orli for more stories. To my embarrassment, Orli does his best to fulfill Henry´s request, even detailing the time Kiran scared the shit out of me when he told me that he couldn´t swim. 

Once that last story is told, I notice the time. "We should get moving if you´re going to catch your plane." 

Henry jumps up and Orli says, "I´ll help your Dad clean up while you finish packing." 

"Thanks!"  Henry replies before he scurries back to his bedroom. 

I must have looked annoyed, because Orli winds his arms around my midriff from behind. "I´m sorry, did I go too far?"  he says with concern. 

I turn my head around so that I can kiss him briefly. "No...besides, I´m sure Henry loved seeing you torture me like that." 

"And I´m sure you were willing to endure it if it meant some more bonding time." 

"You know me too well," I reply, touching my forehead to his. 

***

We see Henry off with very little fanfare, and then it´s back to work for us. The months just fly by after that; we have a lot to film, and Peter keeps us hideously busy. However, no matter how tired we are, we always take time out to discuss my comfort level with our playing. Things are pretty slow at first -- we just do plain bondage for a while, but eventually I start opening up. 

I can´t describe how powerful it feels to know that I can set our limits, and that if I want to be pushed a certain week, I can let Orli know about it. As time goes on, it dawns on me that the bottom is really the controlling person in a BDSM relationship. The top may be giving the orders, but the bottom sets the brakes. That, and the bottom has it easy. Yes, you may be put into uncomfortable positions during playtime, but you don´t have to do all of the prep work of setting the scene and playing it out. 

When I tell Orli this, he gives me a slight smile and says, "I knew you´d figure it out eventually." 

I shake my head. "And I can see now why things just went so fast...I wish I had figured out that diving in headlong wasn´t working." 

"And I think that this wouldn´t have happened if I wasn´t such a wanker. I assumed that after our first discussion, you would pick up that you could always talk about what didn´t work. I usually have a chat up with my subs after a scene, but since we were in a relationship, I thought that we´d naturally do that during the day or something."  He sighs. "Fuck, I´m such a twat." 

I wrap my arm around his waist and pull him against me as we continue to walk across the parking lot. There´s a long break between shots today, so we´ve decided that we need to get some more sword training in. "Stop blaming yourself. We´re fixing everything now, and that´s what´s important." 

He beams at me. "You always know just what to say. Come on...it´s time for us to get our arses kicked by orcs." 

I give him another kiss before we enter the building, knowing that I won´t have a chance to get affectionate once Bob gets his hands on us. Sure enough, he keeps both of us busy all afternoon, and I´m tired as hell when Bob has the stunties ease off. 

He nods and says, "Good! All of you can have a break and we´ll try those routines again!" 

Karl and Dave are there too, and they groan as they flop down in a corner. I give them both a sympathetic glance before I stumble over to the fountain to get a drink, stretching my arms to ease the mild soreness. Orli intercepts me midway and holds out his water bottle. 

"I don´t know why you insist on drinking out of that thing. The water´s tepid and tastes like arse." 

I gratefully take it from him. The water´s ice cold, which I could use right now. Before I tilt the bottle back, I purr under my breath, "I thought I was the expert on what a butt tastes like. Especially yours." 

He blushes a bright red and lowers his eyes. Okay, I´ll admit that I´m slightly evil, because I love doing that to him. "You know, some tops would tan your hide for a comment like that," he growls. 

"Uh huh. Tell me a new one," I say. 

"Cheeky," Orli replies, sticking his tongue out at me. 

Bob looks like he´s ready to start up, so I give Orli a brief peck on the lips. "Bob´s got to torture me again." 

"Well, that makes two of us," Orli says. He picks up his knives, winking at me as he twirls them. "All right! Bring it on, you poncy orcs!"  he yells as he bounces up to the stunties. 

I can´t help breaking into a wide smile at his enthusiasm. It buoys me up as I resume practice, repeating each routine so that it can embed itself in my muscle memory. 

At the next break, Orli gives me a peck and says, "I´m done for today, how about you?" 

I shake my head. "I have the choreography down, but I want to stay a bit longer so that I can refine my moves. Go on ahead without me." 

"You´ll still have enough energy for tonight?"  Orli asks. 

There´s no way I´m going to miss out on tonight´s discussion. "I will, don´t worry about it." 

"Fantastic. What do you fancy for dinner?" 

"You can just pick up my usual from the Parrot." 

"Will do. See ya later," Orli says before he kisses me and bounces off. 

I watch the motion of his luscious ass as I walk back over to where Bob is waiting, feeling like the luckiest man in the world. My happiness chases away the last of my exhaustion, and I´m practically bouncing around when we´re finally dismissed. 

Karl and Dave are moaning about needing a stiff drink or three to take the ache out of their muscles. I´m concerned about getting home so that Orli and I can have enough playtime tonight, so I politely turn them down while I pack everything up. Once I´m done, I sprint for the car, which makes Dave and Karl shake their heads in disbelief. 

"Where in fuck do you get your energy, Viggo?"  Karl calls out. 

"I picked it up from Orli," I yell back before I leave. I hear Dave say something about "elven spunk being a fountain of youth" before I drive off. 

That´s an interesting thought, and I´m sure Aragorn would be very interested in exploring that theory. There were plenty of times during film one where he and Legolas could have sneaked off, and I´m sure that Aragorn would be more than willing to drop to his knees and suck Legolas´ cock. A shudder passes through me as I picture Legolas forcing Aragorn to the ground and twining his long fingers in the ranger´s hair, demanding to be brought to orgasm. Shit, that´s it...I need to talk to Orli about that tonight. 

It seems like forever before I make it home, and dinner is waiting for me, just as Orli promised. I eat fast, ignoring Orli´s teasing about being too eager about "getting shagged good and hard tonight".

After I clean up, Orli sits down and says, "So, has anything tickled your fancy this week?" 

I try to answer him, but this is more difficult than I thought. Orli doesn´t pressure me, he just waits, knowing that I need patience. It seems like forever before I finally spit it out. "Um, I don´t know how to say this...but I´ve been having these...interesting dreams." 

His eyes dance with mischief. "Oh really? Care to go into more detail?" 

I feel my face burning. "Uh...well, Legolas is in them." 

The words freeze in my throat, and I stumble over my next few words. Orli pats my hand and says, "It´s okay. Take all the time you need." 

He sits still and continues to wait, without any sign of exasperation. That helps me relax enough to tell him what happened in my Legolas dreams in graphic detail. Orli listens to every word, and he occasionally quizzes me on what turned me on about a specific scenario. 

When I finish, I notice that I´m not the only one who finds them incredibly hot -- Orli´s pupils are dilated and his breath is hitching. Not I´m not doing much better; memories of Legolas ravishing me causes all of the blood to pool in my groin, and my cock is steadily leaking when I finish. 

He stalks over to me, and I can see the need thrumming in his body. "Well, that explains why you´ve been moaning out Legolas´ name in your sleep. So, what do you want to do about them, Vig?"  he asks in a low growl. 

Oh great, I´ve been talking out loud when I was dreaming. Still...that doesn´t seem to concern Orli and I feel encouraged to put forth my next question. "Could...could we act them out?" 

"Are you sure?" 

I nod. "I´m sure. God, I wake up so fucking hard after I have them." 

Orli´s brow furrows for a second, and then he says, "I can´t exactly do what you dreamed of. Is some modification okay?" 

"That´s perfectly fine, babe." 

"And do you want me to be as rough as Legolas was? How much do you want me to fight you?" 

I chuckle at the thought. Even though I´m not exactly buff, I still outweigh Orli by a good amount. "As much as your skinny body can handle. I´m more afraid of accidentally overpowering you." 

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Orli gives me a devilish smile. "That´s something you actually won´t have to worry about. Feel free to struggle." 

My cock twitches at the suggestion. "Are you sure about that?" 

He kisses me gently. "I´m sure. Come to the bedroom and let me get some supplies. Wait... fill a bowl with some oil first and bring it back. They didn´t really have lube in Middle Earth." 

"All right," I say as he retreats down the hallway. 

I stroll into the kitchen, selecting a bowl that doesn´t look too modern. After I dump the oil into it, I come into the bedroom, grinning when I see that Orli is bent over at the hips, rummaging in the bottom drawer of his dresser. 

I´m still admiring the view when Orli lets out a cry of triumph and produces a t-shirt that his aunt had bought for him. He´s never liked the way it fits, so I wound up borrowing it. It´s a little tight on me, but Orli gets very turned on if I lift weights in it, so it´s become my work-out shirt. 

I still associate that article of clothing with a great afternoon we had. I was wearing it during an extremely hot day and I had been sweating up a storm -- my clothes were plastered to my body, and I couldn´t move without having something stick to my nuts or my ass. Then I made the mistake of having Orli spot me on the bench press. 

According to Orli, he could see every single muscle in my chest and arms flexing while I did my reps, which got him worked up. In retaliation, he positioned himself so that I could look straight up his shorts; giving me a prime view of the effect I was having on him. I have no idea how I managed it, but I somehow kept myself focused enough to do the rest of my set. After I was done, Orli yanked down my shorts and demanded that I fuck him before he exploded from frustration. 

I still remember how sexy Orli looked as he straddled my hips -- head tilted back as he impaled himself on my cock, tongue flickering over his parted lips...it´s a good thing no one was around, because he was exceptionally loud that day, screaming his lungs out until we both collapsed in a sticky, sweaty heap. 

I hear a snipping noise, and it pulls me back to the present. Orli´s using scissors to cut the threads on the seams of the t-shirt, and he gazes at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he does so. He then produces a pair of shorts that I permanently loaned to him -- I threw them in the dryer on too high a setting, and they shrunk to the point where I can´t wear them in public without getting arrested. I think a third of his wardrobe is byproducts of my laundry accidents. 

He gives the shorts the same treatment and then he hands them over along with the t-shirt. I whistle when I glance at the seams -- there is literally only a few threads holding the cloth together, and one false move will rip them open. Which I´m sure was the intention. While I´m admiring his handiwork, Orli pulls open a drawer in the nightstand and retrieves my collar. I shudder as he wraps it around my neck and locks it in place. 

He says, "I can´t nick your costume for role-playing, so you´ll have to use your imagination. Put these clothes on." 

I snort at the inside joke. Everyone in the Fellowship wore something underneath their costumes, so t-shirts and shorts could be passable sleep gear if you stretch your brain a little. Well, everyone except Orli and myself. We decided to go commando on a regular basis after the Misty Mountains scene, since having that itchy fake snow trapped in our boxers gave both of us a slight rash. Anyway, I thought it was more authentic for Aragorn to go without underwear, and Orli didn´t like the way "those fucking leggings show unsightly panty lines." 

Orli´s busy now, fishing inside his closet for his own outfit; after a lot of muttering, he settles for leather pants and a loose, peasant-style white shirt. I´m lagging behind because I have a hell of a time getting the t-shirt over my head. It was always a bitch to put on, and I have to go slowly or I´ll tear the seams open. While I´m fumbling around, Orli retrieves several lengths of rope from our toybox. 

I´m too busy struggling into the shorts to react. Once I stuff myself in, I see Orli coiling the rope and stashing it inside his pocket, looking at me with a predatory grin. My cock hardens even further, straining the material almost to the breaking point. 

Orlando´s eyes flick down to my blatantly outlined erection and he runs his tongue over his lips. His voice lowers an octave and he says, "Okay, here´s the scoop -- Legolas fancies Aragorn quite a bit, but the ranger´s pretty thick. He keeps seeing Leggy as a friend and just indulges in manly hugs with him. Leggy tolerates this until he sees Aragorn kissing Arwen on the bridge and then he goes completely apeshit. He decides to find Aragorn, who´s retiring for the night, and show him exactly what he´s missing." 

The deep growl in his words causes me to shiver. "Sounds good..."

"Get into position by the window, Vig. Keep your back to me." 

I nod and I stroll over to the spot Orli indicated, thinking about the enormous sacrifice that Arwen has performed for me. I feel both elated and distressed that the love of my life is giving up her immortality for me. 

A hand on my shoulder startles me out of my reverie, and I grab it, intending to deal with the intruder. There´s a blur of movement, and I´m slammed to the ground before I can react. I spot a familiar braid of blond hair in my peripheral vision, and I snicker. I have no idea why Legolas decided to start a wrestling match, but the elves are quite playful. I don´t mind indulging in a small tussle, so I don´t offer any resistance when he rolls me onto my back. 

The laughter dies in my throat when I see Legolas´ face. His eyes are blazing with raw fury. Odd, I´ve known Legolas since I came of age, and he´s always been calm and composed. He´s also using his full weight to pin me down, immobilizing me. 

"Your senses are weak, human," he hisses in a voice as cold as the winter. 

This doesn´t make any sense whatsoever; he was overjoyed to see me just a few hours ago. Have I offended him somehow? "What angers you, mellon-nin?" 

He lowers his face down to mine and growls, "I saw you on the bridge today. With Arwen." 

"You were spying on me??? How dare you?"  I flex my arms to push him off, but he shifts and prevents me from moving. 

"Are you blind, Aragorn? We have fought and bled together...how could you cast me aside like common refuse?"  He looks at me, and I see the pain of several decades mirrored in his eyes. 

This can´t be possible...I refuse to believe it. The ring must have ensnared him. "Release me, mellon-nin," I say quietly, trying to placate my friend. 

That was the wrong response. His gaze turns dark again. "Do not feign ignorance. I have seen how you look at me when we bathe in the river." 

Now I know he´s gone mad, and I try to dislodge him with all of my strength. It´s futile -- Legolas skillfully immobilizes me, and he presses the length of his body against mine. 

Oh, no...he´s hard. Does that mean...no, that´s impossible. I´m still frozen in shock when Legolas snarls, "Since you insist on denying me, I will have to open your eyes."  He seizes the collar of my tunic and jerks down, ripping the cloth apart with ease and baring my torso. 

"No!"  I cry out, fighting as much as I can. My struggles are in vain -- the prowess of the elves is legendary, and I can´t break his hold. 

Fire leaps in my veins as he bites my neck. No! I cannot...I am not interested in him in a carnal fashion. "Legolas... stop this." 

The feral glint in his eyes is not comforting, and I´m disturbed by the pulse I feel in my groin as he rakes his eyes over my chest. 

"Nay. You have denied me for far too long," he purrs. He produces a length of rope and binds my wrists with one end. I spit curses at him, but he pays them no heed, dragging me across the floor until I´m close to the bed. In moments, he´s secured the other end of the rope to the footboard. 

Realizing that he intends to fully restrain me, I try to use my legs to flip him off my body. He´s too swift, though. Before I can get any leverage, he shifts his weight onto my thighs, holding me in place. He pulls out more rope, and my ankles are tied, leaving me in a spread-eagled position. 

"Now...I can do as I wish to you. Your torment will be extensive, mellon-nin. I have no intention of ceasing until you beg me for release," Legolas murmurs. 

The lust in his deep voice reverberates through every inch of me, and I shiver at the caressing tones, sinful images forming unbidden in my mind. I try to squelch them, trying to keep my traitorous body from responding and failing utterly. My cock swells, pushing against my breeches until the cloth strains to its breaking point. 

Legolas chuckles and runs a finger along the outline of my hard shaft; his lips curling up in an amused grin when I squirm. "You want me," he coos. "Do not fight it." 

"No," I reply feebly, trying to ignore the urgent throbbing between my legs which is sapping my will to fight. Desperation flares within me, and I thrash against the cotton rope. "Let me go." 

"You forget...*I* am in control here," he replies before he swoops down and captures one of my nipples in his mouth. I cry out, arching against the wet heat lapping along my sensitive skin. 

"Stop!"  I protest, but it trails off into a low moan when he traces his tongue over the area in small circles, coaxing my flesh into a stiff peak. I let out a choked gasp when his hand skates down, cupping and massaging the bulge between my legs. 

"That´s it...let your body speak for you," he says in a low voice, his fingers caressing me until I feel like I´m going to go mad. The material of my breeches rubs against my aching cock and I can´t stop my hips from pushing upward. Legolas grins predatorily at my reaction, increasing the pressure until I´m twisting against my bonds. 

"Is something troubling you?"  he says with amusement. 

I can´t...this is wrong...I need to retain my self-control. "Release me," I croak out. 

"Nay," he replies. "I see that you require stronger persuasion."  Before I can reason with him, his fingers latch onto the waistband of my breeches and he tears them off with a swift yank. 

I have to stop him. "Legolas! Don´t...unggh..." I start to say, but it turns into a gurgle when he dips his head down and flicks his tongue across the tip of my erection. He rubs his lips in the moisture beading out and pulls back slowly, drawing out a long thread of fluid between us. All reason has fled my mind at this decadent sight, and all I can do is gape in wonder. 

"What were you saying?"  he purrs before he licks a hot stripe down the seam of my cock. I let out another breathy cry, and he travels back up my shaft, alternating between languid swipes from his clever tongue and light suckling. Desire courses through me, and I pull on my bindings and whimper, knowing that I´m helpless and at his complete mercy. 

My head´s thrashing from side to side...I´m drowning in sensation, and the breath in my lungs is coming out in ragged pants. He drives me into a sheer frenzy, and I flex as hard as I can against the unyielding rope, trying to do something, anything to get more contact. 

The touch of his fingers against my entrance shocks me back to reality. I can´t let him do this. "Stop!"  I cry out, renewing my struggles. 

With a smirk, Legolas dips his hand into the bowl of oil nearby. Without any warning, he pushes a finger into me, causing me to quiver. 

"I expected more resistance, Aragorn," he says. "Perhaps you want this?" 

"Never!"  I spit, but the venom in my words dissolves into a needy moan when Legolas brushes something inside of me, causing shocks to electrify my body. I have no idea what he´s touched, but it is nothing like I´ve felt before. 

"I´m sorry, but my hearing appears to be defective. What do you wish me to do?"  he purrs, before stroking the spot again. 

I moan, the power of speech robbed by his skillful, light caresses. He continues rubbing that area inside of me until I´m pushing down on his fingers, panting heavily. My body is heated beyond belief, and I still crave more. 

Getting too hard to think...I ache so much... I´m still in a fog when Legolas abruptly stops. My eyes are closed, and I hear the creak of leather and the scrape of clay along the floor. I mumble something incoherent when he unties one of my ankles and pushes my knee up to my chest. But then I feel his slick cock nudging me -- is he going to...

"No!" 

"It is futile to resist," Legolas says before he slides in. 

I writhe when Legolas impales me. I try to get away, but any backward motion is thwarted by the ropes. His hand caresses my hip, as if he were gentling a panicked animal. "Give in to your passion, melamin," he coos. "Can you not feel my hunger for you?" 

"Stop," I protest weakly, but he pulls back until just the head of his cock rests inside of me and then pushes back in, dragging his hard flesh over that sensitive spot deep within me. Sparks explode behind my eyes, and I throw my head back, voicing my pleasure. Legolas smiles as he continues to thrust, stealing away my reason again as blinding pleasure courses through every inch of my body. 

"That´s it...surrender to me," he purrs. His voice is a low rumble, dripping with barely restrained need, and the sound of it almost makes me climax then and there. He latches onto my chest, sucking and nibbling my skin until I´m on fire. His strong hands caress every inch of my exposed flesh, stoking my lust even higher. 

"Legolas," I choke out, arching against him. 

He doesn´t reply, but he continues to touch me, inside and out. The pleasure builds until I feel as if I´m bursting at the seams. I arch up, straining against my bonds as I try to get some contact. Legolas moans as his pace increases, pushing me across the carpet. 

I feel a touch between my legs, and my eyes widen as I realize that he´s gently easing a finger into my entrance, alongside his thrusting shaft. Pure ecstasy floods my system, overloading my senses and sending the world spinning out of control. Legolas crooks his finger inside of me and I spasm upward, gurgling incoherently. 

Smirking, he says, "Do you surrender now?"  His finger rubs my sensitive spot, destroying the last of my sanity. 

"Yes," I moan. "Make me yours..." I push down, pleading with my eyes to be released from my torment. 

Legolas pulls his finger out without replying. Before I can complain, he slams into me, filling me until I feel the echo of his thrust in the back of my throat. The shocks haven´t died down when Legolas grabs my hips and pounds into me, pumping inside until all conscious thought is destroyed, and all I can do is drown in sensation. 

I´m melting, dissolving under the sweet assault; I´m his...his plaything for however long he will have me. Every time his hips meet my flesh, I beg without shame for more, chanting out his name as if it was an obscene prayer. 

"Fuck..." he moans, "Getting close...oh God!"  He throws his head back and his lips part as he slams into me one final time, wailing as he fills me with his release. The sight of him in complete ecstasy drives me to the edge, and I´m trembling as he drifts back down, craving relief. 

He grabs my cock and tugs on it. "You can come now," he purrs, twisting his hand along the length. The world turns to white light as I scream out his name, splattering hot liquid over my chest and stomach. I drift in a pleasant haze for what seems like an eternity, reveling in the buzzing glow blanketing everything. 

Orli´s voice brings me crashing back. 

"Shite, I need to pull out so that I can clean off my trousers," he mutters while he unlocks my collar. "Why can´t they make teflon-coated leather or something? Lube stains are hell to get out." 

I´m still in Aragorn´s headspace, so I briefly think that it´s Legolas swearing his pretty little head off in a Canterbury accent. The dichotomy is both strange and fucking funny, and I just lose it, giggling like a madman. 

"What? They do stain," Orli whines before he pulls out, which makes me laugh even more. Every time I try to stop, something else sets me off, and it just snowballs until tears are leaking from my eyes. 

By the time I can finally compose myself, Orli has stripped off his outfit and untied my limbs. He´s sitting cross-legged by my side, head cocked as he watches me. "You´re completely insane." 

I kill a snuffle of laughter rising up. "Sorry...I think it´s the endorphins." 

"Or else you´re just mad." 

"And who made me that way?"  I ask, waggling my eyebrows. 

He giggles and kisses me on the tip of my nose. "Okay, I guess I should share a tiny bit of the blame... but only a little." 

I snuggle up to him and whisper, "Mmmm, do you know that you overemphasize your glottal stops when you´re really relaxed?" 

Orli sighs, "Vig, could you speak English?" 

"Your accent is stronger right after you give me a good fucking." 

Orli rolls his eyes. "I changed my mind; your insanity is completely your own fault. Should I leave the room before you start spouting dirty limericks in Elvish?" 

Uh oh...I know that edge in his voice. He´s starting to get really annoyed. Orli sometimes gets a little tweaked after an intense scene, and I can see that he doesn´t want to be messed with right now. 

I force myself to sit up and kiss his pouting lips. "Sorry, I think I´m just punchy. Everything was perfect, baby...I´m impressed that you stayed in character throughout the whole scene." 

Orli lowers his eyes and blushes. "I wanted to make it good for you, yeah?" 

"It was more than good," I murmur before I press a kiss to the side of his jaw. I´m tempted to ask him how he tossed me around so easily during our role-playing, but that can wait. "I love you." 

He cups my face in his hands before he gives me a toe-curling kiss. "I love you, too." 

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end part 18

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