Title & Chapter Number: Mistaken Identity 1/1
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Usual mumbo-jumbo - this is Tolkien's world - I'm just turning things upside down, and inside out - without getting paid for it... -damn. ;)
Warnings: Incest - *obviously*! And BDMS - almost non-con.
Betas: Aliaself
Cast: Thranduil/Legolas
Timeline: TA
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: Legolas seeks out his father's company, but later realises that he should have perhaps turned on a light - or worn a name-tag!
Notes: Another PWP. - Okay, this one is sick. *Really* sick. -Don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this. But I have. So if you don't like it - deal with it. ;p Also, Legolas is 46 - For the purposes of this story I say that that would roughly translate into about 17 human years, give or take. - In other words, still practically a child. Also, the character referred to as 'Malthenfin' is my own invention - the name pretty much translates to "golden hair". Other elvish translations can be found at the end of the story.
Legolas lay in his bed, starring up at the ceiling, and feeling absolutely miserable.
His two elder brothers had been gone from Mirkwood for close to a week now, and he was missing their company terribly. He had hoped that his father would provide adequate company in their stead, after all, Legolas was only 46 years old (still an elfling), and he was lonely without his brothers. Thranduil had been busy doing all the paperwork that his elder sons had usually helped out with, and the king had had little time to spare for his youngest.
But now Legolas was in sore need of some company. He wanted to feel loved and protected as he usually did. Making up his mind, Legolas decided that he would go to his father's room at once.
The prince eagerly climbed out of bed, but didn't bother getting dressed any further as he already wore a pair of leggings. It was late at night, yet Legolas suspected that his father would still be up, and would only be too happy to welcome his son.
The prince left his quarters, feeling happier with each step that brought him closer to his beloved Ada. It took mere moments before he reached Thranduil's bedroom, as it wasn't far from his own.
Legolas tapped lightly but firmly on the door. "Ada?"
There was no reply, and so Legolas tried again. When he was met with more silence, Legolas tried the handle, and found that it was unlocked.
The young prince cautiously opened the door and peeked inside his sire's room. The fire was blazing cheerily, but the room was otherwise empty. Sighing, and feeling a little rejected, Legolas began to close the door shut.
But then a thought struck him - if the fire was going, then that meant his father was surely going to be back soon.
Legolas decided he would wait. Stepping inside, he already felt better than when he had been in his room all by himself. Simply being in his father's room made him begin to forget his melancholy.
Legolas walked over to the large, ornate bed, and sat down on its edge, jumping on it slightly to test the mattress. He had always liked his father's bed. It was big and warm and *very* comfortable. Legolas remembered how he would run to his father's rooms whenever he was scared, and would sleep cuddled up to his Ada in this nice, big bed. The prince's lip twitched ironically as he realised that he was pretty much doing the same thing now. He hoped that his father wouldn't sternly turn him away when he returned. After all, while Legolas hadn't yet reached his majority, he was still too old to be running to his father for comfort.
Nevertheless, Legolas didn't really care. As the minutes ticked passed, he decided to make himself more comfortable. It was possible that Thranduil wouldn't return for another hour or so yet.
Legolas pulled back the richly ornate quilts that covered the bed, and snuggled down underneath them. He almost felt normal again - being here, and knowing that his Ada would come soon and be with him. Legolas stifled a yawn, but he couldn't fend off sleep for much longer.
Several minutes passed, and Legolas drifted off...
~*~*~*~
A couple hours later, the King of Mirkwood turned the handle of his bedroom door, and silently entered his suite.
The fire had nearly burnt down to red-hot embers, but it still provided adequate warmth, and just enough light for Thranduil to navigate about the room. He sighed contentedly as he began to undress. He was glad that he had finally finished all the paperwork on his desk. Now he was looking forward to nothing more than slipping under his sheets, and having a long, relaxing...
All thoughts of sleep quickly fled his mind as he saw a mysterious figure lying in his bed. At first, Thranduil was a little surprised. He didn't remember inviting any of his numerous, casual lovers to his bed this night. But his surprise quickly turned into a pleased, mischievous grin. While a long sleep would have been welcomed, making love with a beautiful elf was just as appealing.
Thranduil took a few more steps towards his bed to try and determine who the elf was, as the room was very dark. The sleeper's face was buried in the pillow, but when Thranduil saw the long, blond hair, and delicate frame, there was only one elf it could be.
Malthenfin.
Only this elf, of all of Thranduil's occasional lovers, had such beautiful, golden hair, and such a lithe body.
Thranduil smiled predatorily. The king always liked it when Malthenfin came to visit. This elf was young, only a century old, but he was always very adventurous in the bedroom. What made Malthenfin particularly special was that he was rather restrictive with who he slept with. Because of this, Malthenfin was always deliciously tight, almost like a virgin.
Thranduil stood over his lover, watching possessively as he slept, and wondered briefly why Malthenfin made this uninvited visit. It wasn't usual for Malthenfin to be this assuming, but then again, did he really care? Thranduil decided that he didn't.
Pondering how he would wake his lover, Thranduil was suddenly struck with a very wicked idea.
He walked over to his desk, where he kept a few odds and ends, and after finding several strips of thick cloth, he soundlessly walked back to his bed and temporary lover.
Thranduil sat down by the end of the bed, and took a few moments to simply drink in the site of the beautiful creature before him. Malthenfin lay on his stomach, with his head turned away from the king, and his arms tucked under the pillow. The quilt only covered the younger elf's lower half, allowing Thranduil full view of the soft, creamy skin of Malthenfin's back. Thranduil reached out a hand and gently brushed aside the long, fine, golden locks, revealing the slender neck beneath. The king felt a strong surge of desire begin to pool in his loins as he looked at his sleeping lover. He would claim Malthenfin tonight - and this graceful neck before him would sport a passion mark as proof that he belonged to Thranduil.
Trying hard not to wake the blonde elf, Thranduil leant over and with a thick strip of cloth he had gathered from his desk, carefully pulled the material under the elf's concealed face, and proceeded to gag him.
Legolas, who had been sleeping quite comfortably, was rudely awakened when he felt something being wedged into his mouth. At first he was rather confused and disorientated, and only weakly resisted as he tried to comprehend what was happening to him. Before he could gather his bearings, something obscured his vision, and he suddenly realised that someone was blindfolding him, and that they had already gagged him as well.
Legolas began to panic. He now became aware that someone was sitting astride his back, pining him down and tying him up. His attacker. Legolas tried to push himself up using his arms, but the weight on his back was too much for him to overcome. He tried screaming, but the sound only came out as a muffled noise against the gag and pillow. Legolas could feel the attacker trying to tie the blindfold behind his head, and he reached up to fight the hands off. But he was too late. The knot was pulled tight, and the attacker grabbed hold of Legolas' wrists, leaning over to whisper hotly in his ear.
"My, aren't we *lively* tonight?"
It was Thranduil. It was his father.
Legolas' first reaction was that of shock, and then relief. It was only his Ada. There was no attacker, only Thranduil.
But then a sudden hollow, loathsome feeling began to grow very quickly in his stomach. What was his father doing gagging and blindfolding him like this?
Legolas managed to free his hands, and reached up to pull the pieces of cloth from his face so that he could tell his father that he didn't like this game much, but Thranduil grabbed his wrists firmly. "No, melethron. Leave them on - I want to take you like this tonight. Let me possess you Malthenfin, like you know you want to be possessed."
Legolas' whole body froze in shock and disbelief. This couldn't be happening! His father thought he was one of his bed-partners!
Legolas was so shocked, that for the first few minutes, he could only lay there motionless. When he became conscious of his father kissing and nuzzling his neck, Legolas realised that he had to fight his father off before this went any further.
He began wrestling as though for his very life. Legolas was desperate to turn onto his back, in the hopes that his father would see his face and recognise him for who he was. When that didn't work, he tried calling out. "Ada! Ada! It's me! It's Legolas! Your son!" But the words only came out as muffled, desperate moans.
Thranduil laughed darkly, misinterpreting the sounds his lover made. "We *are* eager tonight, aren't we? Calm down, nin-lend. You shall have what you want all in good time. But tonight I'm going to make you scream for your release. And only then will I consider granting you mercy..."
Legolas shuddered in fear and disgust. Of course he knew that his father had lovers, but he had never imagined exactly *what* his father and his partners had gotten up to in the bedroom. These dirty things that his own father was whispering hotly in his ear was something Legolas had never wished to know about his Ada.
Tears of frustration and despair began to fall from his eyes, but were immediately soaked up by the thick blindfold. Legolas realised it was futile to get Thranduil to see his face. The blindfold and gag covered enough of his head that he would remain unidentifiable. His father thought he was Malthenfin, and there was nothing Legolas could do to enlighten him of the truth.
Legolas jerked when Thranduil began to pull his arms up over his head, and then he felt more coarse material wrap itself around his wrists. His father was tying him to the bedposts.
Realising that his position was growing increasingly desperate, Legolas tried to resist, hoping that his father would get the hint that his 'lover' was not accepting this kind of foreplay. But Thranduil seemed to think it was all part of the game.
"If you keep this up, lirimaer, I may have to spank you into submission."
Legolas whimpered, and it was all he could do to prevent himself from throwing up in terror and disgust.
"Please," he groaned, but his entreaty only sounded like a moan of permission for Thranduil to continue.
"Oh, you make the sweetest sounds, ascar. I will work hard to produce more such sounds from your sweet lips."
Legolas began sobbing, but either his father could not tell, or thought the noises were only those of pleasure and desire. When Legolas felt his father roll him onto his back, he took in a shaky breath, afraid of what was going to happen.
"Ah, it is a shame that these cloths must cover up your handsome face, lirimaer. I would like to watch your eyes as I fill your tight passage with my seed; watch you scream my name as you come..."
Legolas moaned in despair. He tried rubbing his body against his father to persuade him to take off the blindfold. Then Thranduil would see who it *really* was he was seducing. But Thranduil only laughed at his captive's seeming wantonness.
"Patience, nin-melme. I want to see how long it takes me to drive you insane with need."
Legolas felt burning bile rise up in his throat again, as his father's - his own *father's* hands - began to trace hot patterns down his naked chest. Legolas' breath hitched when Thranduil began to run tight circles with his fingernail around one of his nipples.
"You have not visited me in a while, Malthenfin," Thranduil purred as he continued to tease the tightening rosebud. "I was beginning to think you had lost interest. But I will make sure that tonight I give you something *very* pleasant to remember me by..." and with that said, Thranduil bent down and took the hard nipple into his hot mouth.
Legolas gasped, and tried to twist away, but both the hand-ties and his own father's weight kept him securely in place. He continued crying, unable to think of a way out of this situation, and feeling very panicky when he realised that his body was liking what his father was doing to him. His gasp had not purely been of shock, but of unimagined pleasure as well.
Thranduil continued to play with the nub, sucking on it while he rubbed the lower part of his body against Legolas, and then gently grazed the nipple with his teeth. The king could hear pants and muffled sounds coming from his lover, and was pleased with the reaction he was getting.
After a while, Thranduil released the nipple, and then blew maddeningly against the wet, sensitive flesh. Legolas yelped, and his back arched up of its own accord.
"Did you like that, ascar?" Thranduil asked, whispering into the neat shell of Legolas' ear.
Legolas shook his head side to side, but Thranduil wasn't put off.
"No? Really? You mean I wasn't driving you mad?"
Legolas shook his head again, wanting to tell his father to stop, even though every word his Ada spoke was true. And it scared him deeply.
"Well then. If my mouth didn't bother you, I guess it shall not bother you if I do it again, hmmm?"
Legolas whimpered, and Thranduil smirked with satisfaction, before moving back down to lavish the other neglected nipple. Legolas arched up into his father's hot, wet lips, his body urging Thranduil on, even as his mind begged for his Ada to stop.
But it was only the body which Thranduil was tuned in to. He abandoned the nub and began to run his tongue down Legolas' chest, leaving wet trails that seemed to sting the young prince's flesh. Thranduil continued downward until he reached Legolas' navel, plunging his tongue in. Legolas moaned and shivered, and felt a strange heat pooling between his legs.
("This isn't fair,") thought Legolas, being too young to really understand what was happening to him. He was only just coming into his majority years; his body was only just starting to wake up. But now his father was teaching him the ways of adult-hood very quickly!
Thranduil finished teasing his lover's bellybutton, and continued to move further down. Eventually Legolas stiffened and drew in a sharp breath, as he realised what would happen next.
Thranduil stopped as he reached the top of Legolas' leggings. He frowned slightly when he noticed that there was no distinguishable bulge to prove his lover's appreciation of what was happening. Resolving to try and work harder to bring his lover pleasure, Thranduil smirked and began to place gentle teasing kisses on his lover's cock through the clothing.
Legolas kept very still, biting the gag hard in both fear, and to prevent himself from moaning in growing desire. He could feel his cheeks blush brightly as he realised that his body was beginning to respond to his father's ministrations. Thranduil laughed softly when he felt the flesh beneath him twitch with pleasure.
Slowly, maddeningly, Thranduil began to pull open the ties to his lover's leggings, and draw the pants down slowly. Legolas was panting by the time the clothing had been pulled past his slender hips, and his semi-hard arousal bobbed free of the material. Thranduil then wasted no more time in whipping the rest of the clothing off his lover's body, and threw them to the side. He then bent back down, and began to apply tiny, teasing licks along the length of Legolas' member.
Legolas gasped and jerked, feeling the warmth in his loins grow significantly. Thranduil then began to tease the little slit at the head with the tip of his tongue, and was greatly satisfied when he heard Legolas groan, and felt the member swell and stiffen further.
Thranduil brushed the hardening flesh with the tips of his fingers; whisper-light touches up and down the length that drove Legolas insane, and made him short of breath. The prince was quickly losing his grip over his mind. He was starting to sink beneath waves of strange emotions and feelings that were overriding his earlier fear and desolation.
"That's it, my love," Thranduil purred seductively, rubbing his cheek against the half-erect flesh. "Lose yourself to me. Let me take you - control you - use you..."
Legolas moaned, and surprised himself when his hips jerked upward in supplication. Thranduil laughed, and then set to running his tongue in long, leisurely strokes up the throbbing flesh.
Legolas whimpered as the exquisite feeling completely overpowered him. His organ was now fully erect and throbbed unbearably, demanding attention, while the head wept its pleasure. Thranduil continued to lavish it with his very talented tongue, licking up the pearly drops, before he suddenly sucked the entire length into his mouth.
Legolas cried out, the experience both unfamiliar, and yet disturbingly welcomed. "Ai!" He called out, but the sound was still only heard as a muffled exclamation.
Thranduil began to suck hard and furiously, and Legolas was utterly lost, and began to jerk into his father's mouth. The pressure that built in his loins was near to unbearable, and he could feel himself hurtling towards some kind of wonderful end.
But then his father unexpectedly stopped, and Legolas moaned long and hard in consternation.
"Shhh, my love," Thranduil soothed, though he could not hide the amusement in his voice. "I said I wanted to play with you tonight. You shall not get off that easily."
Legolas sobbed in frustration, and thrashed his head from side to side, tugging pitifully at his bonds, as his arousal throbbed achingly, begging for attention. He raised his hips and moaned, trying to urge his father to take him again; bring him the release he so badly needed, though didn't understand. And all the while, a dark voice in the back of his head whispered how dirty and wrong all this was.
But Legolas was beyond caring now. All that mattered was that this strange and consuming sensation of burning need be satisfied.
Thranduil pulled himself up over his lover's body, still wearing his leggings, and his half unbuttoned shirt. He quickly divested himself of his top, and threw it to the side with Legolas' pants. Then, laying himself out on his partner's body, he rubbed himself against Legolas' leaking erection.
Legolas groaned and rubbed his hips against his fathers, delighting in the coarse fabric of his father's pants as he grazed the underside of his oh-so sensitive flesh. But the stimulation wasn't quite enough, and Legolas' moans grew louder in his frustration.
"Ah, my poor little elf," Thranduil crooned naughtily. "Do you not find this pleasing enough?" And he dragged himself heavily up and down over his lover's arousal.
Legolas whimpered and bucked, trying to rub himself harder and faster against his father, but to little avail.
"I see," Thranduil said, as if he had been answered. "Is it that you would like me to remove my offending piece of clothing?"
Legolas moaned and rocked his hips harder.
"Do I take that as a yes, pen-dilthen? Do you want me to take off my leggings? Release my aching member for you?"
Legolas stilled, suddenly realising what he was asking of his father; what Thranduil was offering. No! This was wrong! He couldn't do this, it wasn't right.
"What say you, ascar? Does your body ache to feel me inside you? Pushing in and out of that tight passage of yours? Ravaging your body as you are tied to my bed? Finding my pleasure in you, with you absolutely helpless to do anything about it?"
Legolas sobbed and shook his head, but at the same time, his father's words incited him, and his hips thrust upward of their own accord. A soft moan was torn from his throat as his burning flesh was pressed and rubbed tightly against his father's body.
Thranduil's lips curled into an indulging smile which Legolas couldn't see, and the king obligingly reached an arm down between their bodies, and took Legolas' arousal in his steady hand, pumping it slowly. Legolas moaned deliriously, and thrust with wanton abandon into his father's warm and encompassing palm.
Thranduil leaned over and began to suckle Legolas' ear lobe at the same time. "You shake your head at my offer, pen-lend," Thranduil murmured hotly into his lover's ear. "And yet your body clearly wants what I propose. I think in this case, your body knows more than what your mind does... Let me reward your body, melethron... let me make your scream my name!"
Legolas sighed and turned his head away form his father, but his back arched enthusiastically against his Ada. Thranduil sucked on the delicate exposed flesh of Legolas' creamy throat, and began to pump the younger elf faster.
Legolas bit down into the gag and raised his hips to match the rhythm of his father's hand, once again feeling some great, impending conclusion hurtle towards him. Thranduil fisted Legolas until he felt his lover come to the brink of orgasm, and then he stopped, pinching the root of his son's erection cruelly to stop him from coming.
Legolas yelped, and then cried out his irritation. Thranduil only laughed darkly, and pulled himself off of his lover's body. Legolas suddenly felt very cold and forlorn. His body began to tremble as he waited for what his father would do next, blinded as he was by the cloth over his eyes.
Thranduil climbed off the bed and swiftly removed his leggings, allowing his aching length to spring free from its confines. A soft moan escaped his lips as it did so, and the king indulged himself momentarily by stroking his throbbing shaft with a few long firm strokes, as he watched his lover writhe and tremble on his bed. Blindfolded, gagged, and bound - naked and very erect. Utterly beautiful...
Thranduil felt his member twitch unbearably, and he groaned again. He quickly stopped touching himself, realising that he was getting close to the edge himself. He went to his nightstand and fished out the vial of oil he always kept there and placed it next to the bed in preparation. He then searched the disordered bed for two strips of strong fabric he had fetched earlier.
Legolas could hear his father moving things about on the bedside-table beside him, and then feel his weight as he climbed back onto the bed. He gasped slightly when his father unexpectedly ran a finger up the underside of his burning member, obviously ensuring that he didn't lose interest in what was about to happen next.
He shivered slightly when he felt his father move back over him, and with almost tender hands placed on either side of his slender waist, he was rolled back over onto his stomach. Legolas would have thought that he'd prefer this position, as his front was now virtually inaccessible to his father's eyes, hands and mouth. But now he realised that he felt very vulnerable and completely helpless on his stomach. Tremors of fear began to wrack his body again.
"Hush, lirimaer," Thranduil crooned seductively. "It wont be long now, I will have you seeing stars..."
Thranduil began to stroke the long, delicate back of his lover, marvelling at the soft and creamy skin that was all his for the taking. He then moved down the bed a bit more, and firmly took hold of one his lover's ankles.
Legolas started as he felt his left leg being pulled out towards the side. With his hands tied above him, and his blindfold obscuring his vision, he was terribly apprehensive about what was going on. But when he felt heavy cloth wrap itself about his ankle, and being firmly tied to the bedpost, Legolas' heart started thrumming hard and fast in his chest. His father was completely tying him down to the bed!
When Thranduil reached for the other leg, Legolas was not so accommodating. He started whimpering again and tried to pull his last, free limb out from his father's grip, but Thranduil was in a far better position than Legolas, and he soon had the leg securely tied and pulled open to the right.
Legolas sobbed at the indecency of being so completely exposed to his father's purposes. Thranduil moved back up the bed and laid himself out again over his son's slender and trembling body. Legolas gasped as he felt his Ada's bare erection press hotly against his exposed backside, and tried to keep as still as possible so as to not excite his father further.
The king began to place light kisses and nips along his lover's back and shoulders, and then ran his tongue up along one of Legolas' delicate ears. When he pulled the tip into his mouth and began to suck lazily upon it, Legolas hi-coughed and then moaned, as he felt the heat and aching in his loins reawaken. He started to rub himself against the bed sheets, trying to find the desired friction his swollen member craved.
"Ahh, stop that, melme," Thranduil admonished, placing firm hands on Legolas' hips and preventing him from moving. "Tonight, only *I* will give you your pleasure, if I choose to."
Legolas moaned and ignored his father, trying to move his hips again, but found it was an impossible struggle with the strength and weight of his father against him, as well as the bonds about his legs and arms severely hampering movement. He gave up eventually, exhausted, collapsing back into the soft mattress with a small, pitiful sob.
Thranduil wrapped his arms around Legolas' waist, and then went back to suckling the younger elf's ear. Legolas moaned and trembled in his father's arms, his throbbing need driving him insane, but he was helpless to do anything about it. For all the world, it seemed that Thranduil was perfectly content to simply suck on the tip of his ear, and do nothing more.
After a time, Legolas couldn't stand it anymore. He cried out and began to writhe imploringly beneath his father. When he unintentionally pushed himself back against his father, obviously rubbing Thranduil in a certain way that made the king hiss in pleasure, Legolas suddenly had an idea.
Pushing back again, he tried to rub his backside against his father's hard length in the same manner as he had just before. He was gratified when he heard his Ada moan slightly, and squeeze his waist tightly in suppressed pleasure. Legolas pushed back again, this time firmer and with more accuracy. Thranduil cried out, and thrust his own hips forward to prolong and intensify the feeling. Legolas tried not to flinch when he felt his Ada's weeping head slide up his cleft, but instead rocked his hips so that he rubbed his father's burning organ up and down.
Thranduil allowed the reversal of control to slip for a few moments, as he sought to satisfy his own pleasure. The king began to speed up the pace a little, and rubbed himself harder against his lover's backside. Ai, this felt so good!
And then he changed his position slightly, and with the next thrust, the head of his cock was brought against the tight muscle of his lover, and he began to push against the ring to gain access.
Legolas stiffened and instantly froze as he felt something threaten to enter him. Something huge, hot, and slightly wet. Legolas gave a shrill cry in panic, and even though he was gagged, there was no way the sound could be interpreted as anything but an unwilling scream.
Thranduil stopped moving as he heard his lover cry out in alarm. For a moment, he briefly wondered what was wrong, before remembering that this was Malthenfin he was dealing with, and the slender, blonde elf did not like to be so brutally taken without being prepared properly. Trying to suppress his own aching need, Thranduil pulled back slightly, and reached for the oil by the side of the bed.
Legolas' whole body was trembling in shock. For a moment, during the mad thrusting and panting, he had found himself enjoying what he and his father were doing, but had felt that there was something lacking, that he was somehow unfulfilled. However, when his father's erection had begun to press unexpectedly into his body... It was the first time Legolas really understood how males made love to one another, never having really thought much about it until now. And it scared him anew.
He didn't know what his father was doing now. His father had stopped, but why? Did Thranduil still believe he was Malthenfin? Was he just going to leave him there, aching and bound?
He had his answer soon enough when he felt his father reach underneath and grab his burning erection. Legolas moaned, surprised, and soon his questions and worries began to melt away again in a sea of passion and pleasure as his burning length was stroked.
Thranduil pumped his lover's arousal lazily, just to ensure that Malthenfin was still on edge, and to apologise somewhat for his momentary lapse of concentration. Legolas moaned and shivered, and began to push himself harder into his father's hand. When Thranduil felt his lover's eagerness, he pulled his hand away, ignoring the pained moan with a satisfied smile.
He then settled himself down between his lover's legs, and with a gentle hand, ran his palm and fingers admiringly over the exposed backside before him.
Legolas trembled and tried to pull away, but the ties kept him firmly in place. It was with stunned amazement that Legolas then felt a warm breath coat the skin of his bottom, and when he felt a hot, wet tongue dart out and lick one of his cheeks, a small yelp escaped his throat.
Thranduil trailed his tongue over the ripe, soft flesh before him, and eventually travelled down that secret valley towards the dark, puckered hole. Legolas gritted his teeth when he felt his Ada's tongue tease the outside of his ring, and tried to ignore the sickly giddy feeling that flittered in his stomach.
With little warning, Thranduil pushed his entire tongue as far into his lover's passage as was possible. Legolas gasped and bucked, trying to get away from the unfamiliar intrusion, but his father had a firm grip on his hips, and kept him still.
Thranduil plunged his tongue deeper inside his lover over and over, relishing how the muscles contracted about him, and how he felt his partner quiver in pleasure. When he could hear soft mewls of ecstasy fall from his lover's lips, Thranduil pulled his tongue out with a teasing slowness, and then gave the backside one long, final lap, before sitting back up on his heels.
Legolas groaned as the abandoned feeling of his passage felt more uncomfortable than when his father's talented tongue had been there. His hands were curled into taught fists against the fabric that held them, and he could feel his member weeping profusely and pleading to be touched.
Thranduil admired the way the body before him was drawn tight like a bowstring, balancing on edge for the ultimate climax. The lord unstoppered the vial, and poured a liberal amount of oil onto his fingers. He placed the vial out of harms way, and then moved back over his lover's body, and took the point of Legolas' ear back into the warm heat of his mouth.
Legolas practically purred as he felt his sensitive ear being reclaimed again, and the comforting heat of his father's body as it lay back down on his own, trembling frame. With his legs already spread wide open, with his mind distracted by the attention being laid on his ear, and the ache between his legs, Legolas did not at first feel his father's oiled finger press against his hole.
Suddenly a strange, sharp burning overrode all other feelings, as Legolas felt one of Thranduil's fingers push past his muscled entrance, and slide in with aid of oil into his passage. Thranduil slowly, experimentally began to move the one finger in and out, and Legolas, after accepting the fact that this was going to happen, tried to will himself to relax around the probing digit.
Thranduil frowned slightly as he moved his middle finger inside his lover. Malthenfin was exceptionally tight, even more so than usual. Was it possible the blonde elf had not been taken by another since his last time with his king? That seemed the most likely explanation. No wonder Malthenfin had protested so much a few moments ago when his lord had been about to take him unprepared. Thranduil would have to ensure he loosened up his lover well tonight, to ensure no pain or damage was caused. If Malthenfn had saved himself for his liege, then Thranduil was not about to abuse this rare gift.
"Ai, you are so tight tonight, melethron," Thranduil whispered huskily into Legolas' ear. "I shall treasure this gift you give me, and I will try not to abuse it." With that said, Thranduil carefully pulled his finger almost all the way out, and as he slowly pushed in again, he added his index finger.
Legolas whimpered at the tight pain of having the two fingers move inside him. He was being stretched unbearably, and wondered how anyone could find such pleasure in this. His father continued to stroke him inside, and Legolas tried to become accustomed to the gentle, rocking motion.
Finding that his lover was not relaxing as easily as hoped, Thranduil reached down with his other hand and began to slowly stroke Legolas' erection in time with his thrusting fingers. *That* certainly got a positive reaction. Legolas began to moan and move against his father's hand, and in so doing helped to impale himself further on his father's fingers. Legolas noticed with some amazement that his feelings of desire were intensified as he was taken from both front and back.
Thranduil grinned smugly as he felt his lover relax around his fingers. Adding more oil he slipped in a third finger, and was careful to take his time sliding them in and out of his partner. Legolas, however, did not much appreciate the slow pace. He tried to thrust faster, but Thranduil if anything, only slowed down, drawing his slender fingers up and down his son's shaft with gentle teasing strokes, and slipping his fingers in and out of the passage maddeningly.
Suddenly Legolas jerked forward as something deep inside him was touched; something that sent a bolt of burning heat all throughout his body. He cried out, and his member jerked approvingly, and swelled and tightened even further against his abdomen. Legolas moaned incoherently against his gag and started to push back against his father's fingers to try and enjoy that sensation again.
Thranduil chuckled and asked, "Did you like that, pen-lend?" And he sought out the pleasure spot again, stroking it. Legolas cried out and quivered from need. "I can do this again," Thranduil murmured, and again he stroked the hidden gland, eliciting another delirious moan from the young elf. "But only if you are good," and Thranduil resumed sliding his fingers in and out, purposely ignoring his lover's sweet spot.
Legolas moaned imploringly, and wriggled against the fingers inside him, but he had little success getting the fingers to rub that magic area.
Thranduil placed his lips alongside Legolas' ear, and as he stroked his lover's arousal, and fingered his lover's passage, the king began to whisper dirtily. "Do you feel me moving inside of you, ascar? Feel me push in - and out... in - and out..." Legolas groaned and panted, writhing in unimaginable ecstasy. "Do you feel my hand on your throbbing length? Feel me stroking your aching flesh? How do you want me to take you? In one hard thrust. Or inching in, bit, by bit, by bit...?"
Legolas sobbed as his father pulled his fingers out from him. "Hush, ascar," Thranduil said wickedly. "You have been a good boy. Now, comes your reward."
Thranduil sat back on his heels between Legolas' widespread limbs, and retrieved the oil vial for the last time. He coated his aching member with all that remained, knowing that his lover was still wonderfully tight, and would need all the aid possible.
Thranduil positioned himself behind his lover, and for a moment teased his partner by rubbing the head of his erection against his widespread entrance.
Legolas moaned, and wondered briefly if the whole household could not hear his groans, or even the wild thudding of his heart, or his blood as it all seemed to surge and pool and pulse painfully in his groin.
Thranduil wrapped his arms beneath his lover and pulled him close against his chest, as much as the binds would allow. Then, with his lover securely held in his embrace, Thranduil gripped Legolas' hip in one hand, and began to gently push his way inside.
Legolas felt remarkably calm at first, cradled as he was in his father's arms. After all, wasn't this what he had come for in the first place? Some comfort? A small, dark voice told him that he didn't - and shouldn't - want this, but he ignored it. Besides, there was nothing he could do now.
He bit hard into the gag however, as he felt his father's huge length breech his entrance. This was far bigger than three fingers, and certainly more uncomfortable, but he didn't panic, and tried to will himself to take his father inside him.
Thranduil groaned as he eased his way in, panting hard as his length was swallowed by his lover's warm, and oh-so tight heat. He paused half-way, sensing that his lover was finding it difficult to take all of him in. When he felt that Malthenfin had adjusted enough, he pushed himself all the way inside, completely sheathing himself up to the hilt.
Legolas whimpered slightly as he felt utterly filled and stretched, but the burning sensation wasn't as bad as he first feared. For long moments, Thranduil lay on top of him without moving, clinging tightly to his small frame, and panting heavily.
"Valar," he swore eventually. "You are so tight I can barely breathe!"
Had the situation been slightly different, and somewhat less painful, Legolas would have laughed. But then his father moved slightly, and the head of his erection brushed that gland within Legolas, and the young prince cried out as heat flushed through him, and his hips jerked forward in eagerness for more.
It was enough of a signal for Thranduil. Carefully, he pulled out of his lover slightly, and then, after a short pause, pushed back in with a small, tight thrust. Both elves groaned deliriously.
Thranduil started up a rhythm, pulling almost all the way out until only the head of his pulsing erection remained inside Legolas, and then with great control, he slowly pushed back inside the delirious heat of his lover.
Legolas moaned feverishly as his father pushed in and out with long, luxurious strokes. The slow pace was maddening, but also deliciously sweet because of that torment. Thranduil kept up the steady pace, relishing in the tight muscles that enveloped his weeping member. He made sure to hit his lover's hidden gland with every other stroke, not wanting his lover to come too soon; delighting in the power he held over him, and wanting his partner to exhaust himself from torturous, unsatisfied want.
Legolas already felt as though he was about to die from the indescribable pleasure that was coursing through his flesh. His member ached painfully, crying out to be touched, and Legolas went to pull his arms down to touch himself, only to be reminded that they were tied above his head. The fact that his father took him like this - tied wide spread on his bed, with him helpless to do anything as he was ravaged, only seemed to add to the excitement of the situation.
Thranduil, unable to resist his animal instincts any longer, began to push slightly harder into his son. Legolas moaned his approval, and pushed back as best he could to meet every one of his father's thrusts. Speeding up even faster, Thranduil began to thrust into Legolas with great force.
Legolas felt himself building up for completion, but he didn't want this to end. However, it seemed Thranduil had other plans in mind, for the king reached out with one hand and began to pump Legolas' member hard again in time with his own rough thrusts. Legolas whimpered and groaned as he felt the attack from both inside and from the front.
Thranduil leaned his head down and through his pants whispered into Legolas' ear, "You are mine, pen-lend. Come for me now, I want to feel you tremble about me as I pump my seed into you."
Legolas gasped as he felt Thranduil mercilessly rub his sweet spot over and over with the head of his cock, while at the same time stroking his burning erection. Legolas tensed and screamed out as an explosion seemed to rock through his body, and he poured white cream all over his father's hand. His whole body trembled in great shuddering shocks, and Legolas momentarily blacked out at the intensity of his orgasm.
Thranduil groaned loudly as he felt the already impossibly tight passage squeeze and contract about him. As he pumped inside his son a few more times, he bent down and bit his lover's flesh hard on the base of the neck as he buried himself for the final time and shot his seed inside his lover's body.
Legolas whimpered as he felt the burning liquid fill him, and his father mark him. When Thranduil started to come down from his climax, he realised that he was lying heavily on his lover's body, who was still trembling and whimpering slightly. He carefully pulled out, and then went about undoing the ties. His lover didn't move after he was released, and Thranduil wondered if he had perhaps been too rough.
He crawled up and gently turned his lover onto his side, so that he could undo the knots of the gag on the back of Legolas' head. When he pulled the gag off, Legolas moaned slightly, as his chaffed mouth began to ache. "Hush, lirimaer," Thranduil said gently, and then bent down and kissed Legolas deeply.
Legolas moaned again, too weak and exhausted to resist, and allowed his father to chase his shy tongue and explore his yielding mouth. The kiss was possessive and passionate, but lazy, and Legolas was quite breathless when his father pulled away. Legolas hesitantly licked his lips in dulled amazement, still tasting Thranduil on them.
Thranduil smiled sedately, and then went about untying the blindfold. He was behind his son when he did this, and when he pulled the fabric away, he settled himself on his side behind Legolas, and spooned up behind his son's body, pulling him into a comfortable, possessive embrace.
Legolas snuggled back against his father's body, trying to find comfort in his Ada's arms over what had just happened, even though it was his Ada who had done it. He felt Thranduil stroke his stomach, and then kiss the nape of his neck, where a large, dark passion mark now bloomed. Legolas closed his eyes and allowed his father to cuddle him, until he could hear Thranduil's breathing slow and deepen in sleep.
Legolas lay there for a few more moments, starring into space with a hollow, empty feeling consuming him. He could turn around now. Face his father and let Thranduil know what he had done. But what would that accomplish? Thranduil would be horrified and appalled, and both father and son would be greatly ashamed and blame themselves for what had happened. Nothing could be undone. It would be better if Thranduil went on believing that he had made love to Malthenfin this night. That way only Legolas would know of this black secret, and only he would bare the shame of it. His father would remain innocent of the crime.
Resolving that this was his best course of action, Legolas carefully managed to disentangle himself from his father without waking the sleeping king. He winced slightly as he felt a dull pain shoot through his backside, but he ignored it as he quickly and quietly dressed and left the room. When he got back to his own quarters, he felt more lonely and miserable than before he had gone to seek his father's comfort. And now Legolas would be more alone than ever. No one could suspect what had happened. He would have to hide for a few days, so that no one would see the passion mark on his neck. And he would have to distance himself from the man he loved the most. His Ada. Thranduil could never be allowed to learn the truth.
Legolas felt tears prickling his eyes as he realised how bleak his future sounded. Collapsing on the cold dark floor where he stood, Legolas doubled over and began to weep for his Ada, their future, and his lost innocence.
The end
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[once again, I know this whole concept was really sick. But I'm gathering if you've gotten this far, you were able to keep your stomach down and enjoy some good elf slash - even if it was father/son. *Please* write to me and tell me what you think - just so I know I've not completely lost my mind (I'm tentatively considering a sequel - ahhh!). - I always reply back. ;) ]
Ada = Father
Melethron = lover
nin-lend = my sweet
lirimaer = lovely one
ascar = wild one
nin-melme = my love
pen-dilthen = little one
pen-lend = sweet one~*~*~*~
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