Title & Chapter Number: Teaching Haldir 1/1
Author(s): & - Author's Index
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Vhaelvyrn and Faer are ours. Steal them and we will kill you. The others are not. We don't make money off 'em, we don't mean to insult 'em. . .and if you don't like 'em, piss off.
Warnings: Mild incest (a bit of kissing and petting)
Betas: EmberVixen and Leanan
Cast: Haldir/Faer( a young Gypsy Elf)/Vhaelvyrn (Haldir's father)
Timeline: TA AU
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: It's Haldir's first time with a male. . . he's young, experienced with maidens of all kinds…but never…..with another of his sex. His father is the Warden of the Lorien March, a very experienced lover, legendary for his sexual prowess. . . Haldir gets a lesson from this. . .a very thorough and sensual one. . .from both new lover and his father. . .
Notes: Faer is written by Sandy, Vhaelvyrn and Haldir are written by myself, Vhaelvyrn is based on Lucius Malfoy - perfect, eh? Taken from a post a "Rivendell Reflections".
The rising flicker of the bonfire could been seen for miles, for many had gathered, drunk on the sensuality of the rituals of rebirth. The fire’s heat was not the only warmth felt by those clustered amongst the fire’s glow, for this was not only a time for celebration, it was oftentimes, something more.
Vhaelvyrn had chosen several on that night, being especially generous with himself to each of them, giving more than he had taken. They emerged from the beneath the blankets giggling from his wanton embrace, faces flushed from his wildly sensual lovemaking. Now, sitting cross-legged and clad only in breeches, he watched as his son scanned the circle, a mischievous smirk adorning Haldir’s lips. Many wished to lie with his son, but one in particular had caught Vhaelvyrn’s eye. A young male... a Dark Elf. The Elf was staring luridly at Haldir, his eyes glittering like the dew from new green leaves, his gaze smoldering and lustful. Had he not been watching his son so closely, Vhaelvyrn might have invited the splendid youngling into his own embrace, but rather, he waited, for he knew that Haldir had yet to lie with a male and perhaps tonight, he might get that chance.
Vhaelvyrn leaned close to Orophin, for it was his first circle as well and nodded towards the Dark Elf youth.
“Do you know of that one, my son?” he asked.
Orophin followed his father’s gaze before responding. “Yes. I know of him. They call him Faer, I believe. He is from the Northern tribe of Dark Gypsy Elves. I have often seen him near our borders.”
Vhaelvyrn arched one gracefully curved brow. “Oh?” he said simply.
A Gypsy Elf. How lovely! Yes, this one would do...
Vhaelvyrn looked on as the Elf now known as Faer rose, catching and holding Haldir’s gaze. He almost laughed, for his son looked so utterly startled yet oddly pleased. Settling himself comfortably against the trunk of a tree, he watched... waiting to see what Haldir would do.
Faer stared into those clear blue eyes from across the circle. None had dared to hold his gaze this eve, and the dark Elf was finding himself most glad of the situation, for this pale beauty was warming him with his fair blush, more than even the fire could account for.
This Elf had chosen no one so far this night, which meant either he was very particular or very inexperienced. The thought either option made Faer burn even more. Perhaps he should claim the Elf himself, he thought, his tongue darting out to wet his lips absently.
And why not? He was fair... and willing...
Faer pulled himself to his feet, and locked his eyes upon the golden Elf, his body beginning to respond before he even stepped towards his chosen quarry.
Crossing behind the circle, the Gypsy made his way slowly to stand beside Haldir, and when the young Elf turned up his face to look upon him, he reached down and gently stroked the curve of his jaw, a gentle smile crossing his lips. Holding the azure gaze, Faer made his invitation.
"Are you willing, lirimaer?"
Haldir swallowed nervously, for never had he been with another male before, and the prospect both thrilled and thoroughly unnerved him, for he was well known for his conquest of maidens. But never with a male...
The Dark Elf was lovely, ethereally so, his ebon hair reaching far beyond his shoulders with eyes the color of summer foliage. The strange tattooed markings of the Gypsy Elf clan marked his dusky flesh, but only served to further enhance his beauty. Never had he been one to shy away from a challenge, especially when all eyes were upon him. He was, after all, the son of the Warden of the March!
He steeled himself and stared back into the luminous verdancy of the pair of eyes that held his gaze.
“Aye,” he said simply, and offered his hand, hoping the fingers did not tremble visibly within the orange light of the fire.
Faer's heart beat just a bit faster with the acceptance of his offer. Extending his hand, he wrapped his fingers around the pale flesh of the Elf at his feet and pulled him gently to stand before him. He stood eye to eye with this fair creature, matched in height and build, a child of day to his night.
Bringing the pale hand to his mouth, he kissed it gently, brushing his lips across delicate knuckles. Still locked within the pale blue eyes, Faer spoke softly, his breath warming Haldir’s fingers. "I am Faer... and what is your name meleth-nin?"
“Haldir of Lorien,” the March Warden’s son responded softly, feeling quite lucky that he had even remembered his name, for the touch of this Dark One, this “Faer” as he called himself, made his mind tremble with a heated desire he had never felt for any maiden.
Faer nodded, for now he had name for this beauty and he wasted no time letting it fall from his lips. "Ahh... Haldir... I am honored."
Cupping the Elf’s face in his hand, he traced his thumb across the swell of Haldir’s lips trailing his touch across his chin and gently tipping up his face. Moving in slowly, Faer whispered against the Elf’s parted lips. "No doubt you would like a taste before you dine, meleth... "
Closing the distance, the dark Elf slanted his mouth across Haldir’s, parting his own lips as he pressed closer, inviting the young Elf to taste of his body.
A shudder of melting delight poured sensuously over Haldir as the Gypsy claimed his lips in a hotly wanton kiss, Faer’s tongue probing his mouth with a teasing flicker. Haldir moaned deep within his throat, feeling his body meld with that of the lithe form that held him. Faer’s lips were softer than that of any maiden and far sweeter. Desire welled within him, yet he knew not even where to begin, especially not with so many pairs of eyes upon him.
Vhaelvyrn watched as his son partook of the dark beauty who had solicited his affections for the evening. He could see the way Haldir fairly trembled within the other’s embrace, giving over his sense of control.
No, this would not do! Had they not been standing amongst the watchful gazes of so many, Vhaelvyrn would have stepped forward and shown this brazen Gypsy Elf just what it meant to kiss a Lorien native. If the youngling had any sense, he would take Haldir away from the fire soon, away from the lustful glances and into the woods where he could attempt to master him amongst the grasses. And then... perhaps Vhaelvyrn could...
Faer felt Haldir respond to his advance, returning the kiss with such passion, that the darkling was hard pressed to control himself. This Lorien Elf tasted sweeter than any honey he had ever sampled, and fairly melted in his embrace, Faer had not expected such surrender or he would have taken this Elf away from the fire before touching his lips to the eager mouth.
Faer broke the kiss with a small moan, his breathing quickening, and his heart beating in his ears. Taking Haldir firmly by the hand he brought it to his lips once more, a seductive smile curling his mouth. "Let us find somewhere quiet, meleth-nin, far away from the eyes and ears of the fire, where we can enjoy each other without interruption."
Not waiting for a reply, Faer led Haldir away from the glowing circle, pulling him into the darkened more private areas of the Lorien Woods. Once beneath the canopy of the trees, Faer turned quickly and pulled Haldir hard against his body, his pressing arousal showing the Elf that he was no doubt desired. Breathing into his ear, Faer deferred to Haldir as to the choice of location. "I am sure meleth-nin," He purred, "that you are far more familiar with these woods than I.”
Haldir could barely find his voice, so enraptured was he with the other’s touch. The feel of Faer’s hardness pressed against his thigh, and he nearly jumped, for it was a pleasantly curious sensation. Never had the felt the arousal of another male so close to his own skin and it both excited and frightened him beyond words.
Taking Faer’s hand, he led him further into the woods and into the moonlit hills within the forest’s embrace until the sound of merriment was little more than a dim roar occasionally punctuated by the melodic flitter of pipes.
The tall grasses waved nimbly within the cool fingers of night’s stroking hand, swaying invitingly. Here, Haldir decided, he would bring his inquisitiveness to a culminating peak.
Certainly a male could be no different from a female, for both responded to caress and kiss alike, but it was the art of lovemaking that baffled him in this instance. Not wanting to ask, but praying to Ithil for guidance, he stood with the light of Her glowing radiance, awaiting Faer’s next advance.
Finding himself atop a grassy hillock, bathed in moonlight, Faer shivered, the light breeze stirring his ebon hair, and riffling the light silk of his shirt. Haldir could not have found a more perfect spot in all of Arda to make love, and being so far way from the festival, all but guaranteed them privacy.
The Gypsy moved closer and turned Haldir in his embrace to face the moonlight, holding him firmly from behind. Faer breathed in the soft green scent that permeated this Elf, burying his face in the fragrant flaxen hair, and snaking his arms about Haldir’s waist he pressed him ever so gently against his need. Nuzzling the silver creature’s neck and whispering in his ear, Faer let his hands roam across Haldir’s abdomen, to brush lightly across his groin. Pleased with the moan that escaped the other’s lips, he stroked more firmly.
"I desire you Haldir of Lorien... will you lie with me upon this grassy hillock and share your desire beneath Ithil’s gaze?"
Haldir shuddered as the hand rubbed him in a luridly passionate caress, feeling his arousal swell to its full stiffened hardness, straining through the leather of his breeches. He whirled around and pulled Faer against him, crushing his mouth with a desperately plundering kiss, not quite knowing what to do with his hands, unsure of where to touch the Elf next. Burning need pulsed through his veins, searing him with a desire he knew not how to quench, but knowing that this Dark Elf held the key to his undoing.
Faer thought that Haldir would relax against his touch, but instead he twisted in his embrace, and pressed himself desperately against Faer's body, the Elf’s mouth moving quickly, devouring lips and flesh in its heated path. Faer needed this one to touch him, but his hands hovered inches from his flesh, close but not enough. At this rate, thought the dark Gypsy, Haldir would finish before he even got started.
Pulling away from Haldir’s breath stealing kiss, Faer took the Lorien archer’s hand in his and stilled their movement. Smiling in the darkness, the dark Elf removed his shirt, letting it flutter to the grass as he reached over and divested Haldir of his tunic. Pushing his body close to the young Galadhrim’s, he brought Haldir’s hands to the laces of his breeches and covered them with his own, moving both their hands over his arousal in long strokes. Letting his head fall back, his raven hair tumbling over his shoulders, Faer wound his hands around Haldir’s back, allowing the other to continue his exploration.
This was far different from stroking his own flesh and Haldir shivered with delight, his fingers exploring the curves and ridges beneath the soft leather, unable to restrain himself, hand slipping beneath the band of Faer’s breeches, aching to touch the supple flesh of the Elf’s arousal. The tips of his fingers brushed the heated flesh and he nearly jumped in surprise when Faer’s hardness twitched on its own accord.
Faer closed his eyes, his body responding quickly to Haldir’s tentative strokes, the leather of his breeches straining with every caress. Steadying himself on the archer’s shoulders, Faer moaned softly as Haldir boldly slipped his hand below the stretched fabric, teasing the rigid flesh beneath, his hand halting its exploration at the Dark Elf’s response . Faer opened his eyes and brought his hands to the laces of this breeches and upon loosening them slid Haldir’s hands lower, whispering breathily.
"Do not stop, meleth-nin....it feels wonderful."
Haldir swallowed a bit nervously and stroked the Gypsy’s ever growing hardness before partially curving his fingers around it. His own arousal flared to bold attention at the forbidden caress, and he moaned, snaking his free hand down his own breeches almost unconsciously, seeking to touch himself in the same manner... needing to feel the touch of something... somewhere... and not quite knowing how to stoke the fire.
Faer felt Haldir stiffen slightly and moan, pleasured by his own touch. Leaning over slightly, he nuzzled the young Galadhrim’s neck nibbling on his earlobe and nimbly untied the laces that trapped Haldir’s growing arousal. Slipping below the waistband, he covered Haldir’s hand with his own, allowing the Elf’s own rhythmic stroke to guide his movement. Tracing his tongue along Haldir’s jaw, he searched through heavy lidded eyes until he found the sensuous curve of the softly parted lips and covered them with his own, suckling and exploring the pliant flesh thoroughly.
Hooking his free hand beneath the folds of the loosened breeches, Faer slid them over Haldir’s slender hips, exposing the curve of a well muscled backside.
Haldir pressed himself into Faer’s touch as his breeches slipped suddenly from his body, pooling in a ripple of black leather around his ankles. He stepped out of them, placing his hands almost shyly over his exposed skin, feeling somewhat awkward being nude in front of another male... yet being aroused even further by the sight of Faer’s obvious excitement.
Breaking the kiss, his breath ragged, Faer quickly tugged his own breeches over his hips, freeing his straining member, the cool air pricking his heated skin into gooseflesh. Kicking the garment off to lay with his shirt, Faer closed the distance between them letting his hands softly trail down the length of Haldir’s body, his hands memorizing the soft curve of his back and coming to rest on the cusp of his hips. This Elf was exquisite, the mere feel of his soft skin and gentle trembling testing Faer's self control. Slowly, he traced heated kissed down the archer’s pale throat, nuzzling at the base, before sliding down the creamy fleshed chest to dart his tongue around Haldir’s navel, his hands cupping the rounded backside as he descended.
Haldir wound his fingers in the dark hair before him and gasped at the touch of Faer’s lips upon his cool skin, there heated kiss searing his flesh with desire. Slender hands gripped his buttocks and squeezed gently, so different from the manner of any maiden... and far more exciting. Haldir arched his hips to Faer’s caress, wanting... needing...
“Ah, lirimaer...” he panted desperately, “Aniron... a-aaaniron...”
But he did not know what it was exactly that his body needed, only that is must have it soon or he would certainly burn into cinders of unspent passion upon this very ground.
Haldir’s words of passion sent a shiver of desire through Faer's body so strong that he almost lost his balance, his body swaying slightly. Recovering, the Dark Gypsy brought his hand around to stroke the Lorien’s erection, his breath fanning the tip as he whispered, "Aniron lle, sui mae, Haldir... meleth-nin."
Flicking the tip of Haldir’s arousal with his tongue, Faer guided the throbbing flesh into his mouth sealing his lips about the length and sliding them from base to tip, the fullness of the erection tickling the back of his throat with every pull of the rigid flesh.
“Aiiiiyaaa!” Haldir cried, unable to keep from thrusting into the heated mouth that threatened to suckle the pleasure from his trembling body before he had even begun to enjoy the sensuous slickness of Faer’s tongue.
Searingly hot need boiled within him and his body began to shudder against his will, unable to restrain himself as Faer’s tongue swirled and licked, teasing him into a nearly thrashing pleasure. He gripped the Gypsy’s hair within his fist and plunged into the warm mouth, feeling his desire surge forward, unable to stop as his balance suddenly betrayed him and sent him crashing to his knees with a raw cry of lust, his hot seed spurting forth in a rush of pleasure so intense, that he nearly lost consciousness from its ferocity.
Faer fell to his hand and knees, Haldir’s excitement making it difficult to keep full contact with his thrusting shaft. He felt the shudder of the other’s eminent release and leaned forward, not wanting to lose the moment.
As Haldir collapsed to the ground, the force of his orgasm pulsing though his body, Faer wrapped his arm around the small of the Elf’s back steadying him and swallowed quickly, not wanting to spill one drop of Haldir’s precious essence.
~*~*~*~
From the cover of dark foliage, Vhaelvyrn watched his son collapse from the mere touch of the Gypsy Elf’s lips and he shook his head with a smirk. Haldir was capable of far more than such surrender, especially in such haste! Still naked from his most recent excursion save the crimson cloak of the Warden of the March, he strolled casually from the edge of the clearing, cape billowing behind him in the breeze.
“You do realize that there is more to it than this, my son,” he called out in his sensuously melodic purr, startling Haldir out of his revelry with a gasp.
Haldir was used to his father coming upon him during sexual acts, for the two often shared maidens as if they were goblets of fine wine, each drinking his fill and passing the cup to the other, but never had his father seen him with a male.
What would he think? Had his father ever...?
Haldir glanced up a Faer, who had twisted his head to see who had dared interrupt them, dark green eyes glossed with a look of annoyance until they lighted upon the lithely muscled form Vhaelvyrn, his nearly waist length hair lifting in flowing strands of silver as he approached the couple, an air of supremely carnal confidence radiating from his naked form.
Faer heard the voice upon the breeze and immediately thought that Haldir had found his tongue rather quickly. Releasing the still throbbing organ, the dark Elf followed the drawl of the sensuous purr and turned, the vision before him knocking him to his backside.
He should have been terribly infuriated by this most inconvenient intrusion, but he found himself unable to breathe let alone complain. Steps away and closing, stood the most magnificent Elf that Faer had ever laid eyes upon, his well muscled and utterly naked body shimmering in the moonlight.
Pale luxuriant hair lifted across broad shoulders that were cloaked in crimson, and from Faer's position on the ground this creature utterly towered over him, unnerving the Gypsy just a bit. Scrambling to his feet, Faer stood in front of Haldir in an awkward show of protection.
Finding his tongue he squeaked most oddly, sorry he had no weapon, and trembling just slightly. "State your business.”
“Oh, come now. Do calm yourself, young one,” Vhaelvyrn said smoothly, a low chuckle rising from his throat. “You seek to seduce my son and I simply cannot allow him to fall to your mercy so easily.”
Haldir touched Faer’s leg, the Gypsy Elf’s display of valor before his father warming him. “It is all right, meleth. He is my father, March Warden of Lothlorien. He will not harm you.”
A myriad number of thoughts battled about in Faer’s mind, ranging from bolting the scene, visions of himself being skewered by a Galadhrim arrow, to falling to the ground and licking the pale flesh of this God until he had no skin left upon his tongue.
Haldir’s soft touch brought him back to reality, as the words...
My father... registered in Faer’s addled brain.
Haldir’s father... March Warden?! Oh my... and very naked... Faer cocked his head... and very... large. .
Stumbling over his words and glad that Haldir had his back, the Gypsy covered himself modestly and proceeded to embarrass himself fully.
"Yes... well, sir... what can I do for you?"
Vhaelvyrn arched one eyebrow, arms folded most imposingly across his chest as the wind continued to rake its fingers through his silver hair.
“Sir?” Vhaelvyrn almost laughed. “Yes... yes, indeed!”
He came to stand before the couple and dropped to one knee beside Haldir who sat upon the grass, glancing up at Faer.
“Do join us, morier. There is something I need to discuss with my son... and you shall help me.”
Faer balked as the March Warden approached, his impressive form even more glorious at closer inspection. The Gypsy had thought him to be threatening, but stood surprised as the large Elf, kneeled down beside his son and beckoned him to join them to discuss something.
Despite his better judgement, and perhaps due to the irresistible scent rising off the March Warden, Faer sat down next to them, a look of utter confusion on his face.
Vhaelvyrn reached to stroke the dark skin of Faer’s cheek with the back of one hand. “My, but you are a lovely one,” he purred. “A most perfect choice for my son. Ah, Haldir,” he said, “I fear I must confess your lack of experience with males to this beauty so that he shall know of my intent.”
Although slightly embarrassed by his father’s abrupt broaching of the subject, Haldir did not object, for never would the March Warden do anything to break his pride, for he had always sought to make it equal to that of his own, a most daunting task.
“I am called Vhaelvyrn,” the March Warden said to the still wary Faer, rolling the “r” sound of his name with his tongue in a most pleasant manner. “And you are...?”
Faer swallowed, the heat of the March Warden’s touch making him shiver. Indeed, the Dark Elf had assumed that Haldir was not experienced in this type of lovemaking, but he expected that he would just take it slowly. Faer then looked over to Haldir, who shifted a bit nervously, but was somehow not visibly taken aback by his father's intimate declaration.
Vhaelvyrn...
Faer swallowed again and took in a shaky breath. Even his name was seductive!
"Faer" the Gypsy tried to hold the March Warden’s gaze. “I am Faer.”
“Ah, Faerrrrrr,” Vhaelvyrn repeated, his voice a silken rumble. “What a lovely name. You shall help me teach my son what it means to pleasure a male properly, lirimaer,” he said, trailing a finger down the dusky skin of Faer’s chest. “I do think you will find me to be an... excellent teacher...”
Vhaelvyrn let the cloak fall from his shoulders, nudging it aside with his foot as he stroked Faer’s jaw line with the tip of one finger, raking the soft flesh gently with his nail.
“Come to me... Faer,” he commanded, cupping the Dark Elf’s chin, his voice low and seductively vibrant.
Faer could not move, his breath had caught in his chest, and he struggled to not to let his mouth gape at what the March Warden was suggesting.
His mind told him back away, but his body was betraying him, pushing down all rational thought, responding to the new touch with tingling desire.
A firm, but gentle hand, cupped his face drawing him forward and Faer had not the presence of mind or body to resist.
“Mmm... very good,” Vhaelvyrn breathed huskily into the youngling’s ear, feeling him shudder beneath his touch. “Let us see how you taste, shall we?”
Vhaelvyrn slipped his tongue between Faer’s lips with a wickedly taunting swipe, seducing his mouth with a generously brazen kiss, wresting a quivering moan from the Dark Elf. As Faer leaned eagerly into the kiss, Vhaelvyrn pulled away, smiling with a suggestively lofty sneer.
“Ah, very nice,” he said, “very nice, indeed. Haldir?”
“Yes?” Haldir asked, feeling his lust rise from watching his father and his lover.
“You must make him beg for your touch as you have yearned for his.” Vhaelvyrn leaned forward, silvery tresses shining in the glimmering moonlight and tipped Haldir’s chin to his gaze. “Let me show you, my son,” he purred, his tongue sliding wickedly between his slightly parted lips. “Kiss me...”
Haldir eyed his father warily for only a moment, but found that he could not resist the command any more than he could resist Faer’s mouth upon his arousal. Slowly, he brought his lips to Vhaelvyrn’s mouth, and nearly gasped as the March Warden began to probe his mouth with his tongue in a seductively teasing dance, softly at first... and then demanding a response. Haldir moaned softly and Vhaelvyrn slid his hand beneath the thick mane of hair, leaning Haldir back further still, tasting the sweet innocence of his son’s mouth, guiding every movement of his lips with practiced ease.
His hand curled around Haldir’s softened member and the organ suddenly hardened within his grasp as Vhaelvyrn thumbed the ridge beneath the tip with hard little persistent flicks. He grasped the base of the shaft, gathering within his hand the soft flesh of Haldir’s scrotum and stroking, fingers rolling nimbly over the rounded masses contained there.
Haldir groaned openly, for the touch of his father’s hand upon him was easily the most exquisite torture he had ever known. The swell of need rose quickly within him once again, and his hips shifted against Vhaelvyrn’s fondling grip, arching upward with each lurid caress of his fingers.
Suddenly, Vhaelvyrn released his lips and Haldir was left dazed and panting, feeling as if his father had suctioned the desire upward into his chest where it burned and flared brilliantly.
Vhaelvyrn smiled crookedly, noting with satisfaction that his touch had elicited the desired response. He motioned to Faer who had been watching with wide eyed disbelief mixed with ardent lust.
“And now... show him what you have learned, my son.”
Haldir nodded, a devious grin spreading over his lips as he crept upon hands and knees to Faer, hips slinking seductively with each movement, pushing the Gypsy into the grass with one hand and climbing atop of the lean body.
He gazed deeply into the fresh greenery of Faer’s eyes, bringing his face closer... closer... until the tip of his nose nearly touched that of the Gypsy Elf, his breath warm upon Faer’s cheek, golden hair falling in a flaxen curtain around Faer’s still startled visage.
He nibbled the Elf’s chin... nuzzled his pointed ear... nipped the lobe gently and traced a heated path up and down his neck with his hot tongue, feeling Faer suddenly shudder from his touch as he had from that of his father. Leaning closer still, he teased Faer’s lips open with a flick of his tongue and pressed his mouth to that of the Dark Elf in a breath-stealing kiss.
Haldir’s breath upon his face, and the desire that burned clearly within the Elf’s eyes, set Faer's blood to pound within his ears, Never before had he felt this taken by mere touch.
Surrendering to the Elf’s heated tongue, Faer rested his hands upon Haldir's hips in an attempt to pull him closer to his growing need, shuddering at the desire that spiraled up from his groin. Soft lips claimed his own, the flesh still tingling from Vhaelvyrn’s previously ardent touch, and Faer melted completely into the kiss, his lips pulling at Haldir’s in an attempt to draw him closer, but Haldir released him and withdrew, licking the taste of the Gypsy from his lips.
“Impressive,” Vhaelvyrn said, smiling with approval. “And now, my son... do to his elfhood that which you did with his lips.”
Haldir needed no further urging as he slid his fingers over Faer’s arousal, grasping him gently yet firmly as he bent his head, nibbling the underside of Faer’s swollen shaft teasingly before slipping his lips over the swollen flesh, swirling his tongue around the head as Faer had done to him.
Faer leaned forward as Haldir withdrew his lips, his breathing ragged, his mouth and body begging for more. Before the panting Elf could verbalize his desire, Haldir, at his father's instruction wrapped his fingers around the Gypsy’s throbbing erection, the once timid fingers now firm and confident in their embrace. Faer's hips thrust forward as warm lips traveled his swollen shaft, taking the length into a warm cave of pleasure. His hand flew forward to tangle in the pale hair that draped his belly, guiding the Elf’s bobbing head with his movement. A shuddering moan escaped the Gypsy’s lips as Haldir’s tongue bathed his erection with flickering variety, teasing him, and pleasuring him to higher plateaus of desire.
"Ayia... meleth nin... aniron..."
Faer squeezed his eyes shut, his hips rising to meet each slide of Haldir’s supple mouth, his movement becoming less controlled with each pass of the Galadhrim’s lips.
Vhaelvyrn tapped his son’s shoulder lightly and Haldir paused, glancing over his shoulder. The March Warden held up his hand in a signal to stop, his lip curving into a devious half-smile. Haldir cast him a curious gaze, for he was certain if he had continued, the Gypsy would have shortly reached a shuddering climax.
Moving towards Faer, Vhaelvyrn gently nudged Haldir aside and climbed atop the Dark Elf, rubbing his own heated arousal against Faer’s thigh and nuzzling his neck.
“My son gives you pleasure, yes?” Vhaelvyrn murmured, giving Faer’s ear a sharp nip.
Faer shuddered and arched his back trying to maintain contact as the cool breeze replaced the warm undulating mouth of the young Elf. Wincing at the sudden withdrawal, Faer opened heavy lidded eyes expecting see the fair visage of Haldir hovering over him. In his stead was the March Warden himself, his erection pressed tightly to Faer's leg, his long, unbound silver hair framing chiseled features. Faer rolled his head against the grass as soft lips and warm breath teased at his ear, culminating in sharp pleasure as teeth bit into his tender flesh. Pleasure? Oh, by Elbereth...! Yes! Faer managed only a few breathy words through ragged breaths....
"Aye, yes... such pleasure..."
“Mmm... so very pretty,” Vhaelvyrn purred, stroking Faer’s cheek with the back of one hand, the other wrapping around the Gypsy’s still slick hardness, stroking him with a twisting motion of his wrist, rubbing the swollen tip between his fingers. “My, but you are ready, are you not?” Vhaelvyrn chuckled, plunging his tongue between Faer’s parted lips briefly, teasingly, before rolling away. “Haldir...” he called, “bring me that oil I gave you.”
Haldir picked up his sword belt, which had been discarded earlier and withdrew the small vial of amber oil, passing it to his father.
“Come here, my son... let me ready you, for we do not want to injure this dark beauty. The only cries we wish to hear shall be those of lust and not of pain,” Vhaelvyrn said as Haldir came to kneel before him once more.
“Relax, my son... you shall enjoy this,” Vhaelvyrn said, palming a generous portion of the warmly scented oil and rubbing it between his hands.
Gently, he grasped Haldir’s erection within his hands and began to slicken the throbbing flesh with slow, deliberate strokes, rolling Haldir’s hardness between his palms, causing him to groan involuntarily.
Vhaelvyrn wound one hand into the soft, silvery flaxen of Haldir’s hair and pulled his son towards him, kissing him once more with smoldering sensuality, eliciting a delicious shiver from the young Elf.
Faer watched with lust filled eyes as Vhaelvyrn ran his hands over Haldir’s erection, slickening the hardened shaft until it glistened in the moonlight, the March Warden teasing and stroking his son until he moaned with pleasure.
“Ah, my son... how wonderfully hard you make me,” Vhaelvyrn breathed, releasing Haldir from his grasp. “You shall make that one cry out your name with such sweet pleasure, Ithil Herself will be envious of your coupling.”
The sight of this father and son being so intimate should have caused Faer to turn away, but the touch was so sensuous... so natural and so very erotic that the Gypsy was unable to tear his eyes away, his own hand slipping between his legs to assuage his desperate need to be touched.
Vhaelvyrn then turned to Faer and smiled deviously. “On your knees, lirimaer,” he commanded.
As if in a dream, Faer followed Vhaelvyrn’s instructions, turning over and pulling himself to his hands and knees, his erection throbbing against his belly in anticipation of the pleasure sure to come.
“Mount him,” Vhaelvyrn said to Haldir.
Haldir need not have had the encouragement, for he desperately desired this one in ways he could have never imagined. Grasping Faer’s hips, Haldir pulled the rounded smoothness of the other’s buttocks to him, rubbing the oiled slickness of his erection between them.
“Take him slowly, my son. Allow him to recognize the feel of you and grasp it, for you are... quite a bit to take too quickly,” Vhaelvyrn chuckled, stroking himself with a smile. Haldir had not only inherited his handsome features, but other rather impressive assets as well.
Haldir eased the tip of his erection slowly into the Gypsy, feeling the hot tightness wrap instantly around his flesh in a grip far more snug than that of any maiden he had ever known.
Faer shuddered involuntarily as the tip of Haldir’s slickened arousal pressed against his entrance. Swaying on his hands and knees, the Gypsy Elf grasped tufts of greening grass in his fists in an effort not to lean back and impale himself upon the Elf’s shaft. Slowly and with care he was breached, the feel of Haldir’s desire filling him sending twinges of pre orgasmic pleasure pulsing through his body. Faer closed his eyes as Haldir found a slow rhythm, the exquisite friction undoing him quickly.
“Ah, good...” Vhaelvyrn’s voice rumbled near Haldir’s his ear.
The March Warden crept to Faer once more, leaving Haldir to his own devices and smiled provocatively, arching one silvered eyebrow impishly.
He rolled onto his back in the grass beneath Faer’s chin, licking the curve of the young Elf’s jaw line as he did so.
“Kiss me,” Vhaelvyrn commanded.
Faer needed only to hear those words once before abandoning his mouth to the sensuous delight that was the March Warden, his mouth working in a tandem rhythm with his hips, lost in the pleasure that father and son were bestowing upon him.
Vhaelvyrn broke the kiss abruptly, and then, catching and holding Faer’s gaze with a deviantly sly grin, he slid in a serpentine motion until he was partially beneath the Dark Elf, his mane of silver hair brushing Faer’s belly, the tip of his arousal slapping demandingly against the other’s chin as he snaked downward.
He grasped the Elf’s quivering hardness and closed his lips over the weeping shaft, sucking his entire length into his mouth in a powerful pull.
Faer’s mouth was abandoned again, a game he was quite getting used to and very much enjoying, Opening his glittering eyes, the Gypsy moved his hips back against Haldir, his gaze never leaving Vhaelvyrn, allowing the older Elf a chance to see how much he enjoyed what his son was doing to him.
The March Warden slipped past his line of sight, snaking his way to a destination that Faer could only dream of. The Gypsy gasped as a hot mouth took in his entire arousal, mastering him with such control that he was barely able to hold himself upright from the sensation. His mouth agape, the tip of Vhaelvyrn’s own hardened prowess pushed against his lips, and Faer took it greedily into his mouth, working the turgid flesh with an eager tongue, suckling and nipping with increasing pressure and speed, his own body filled to bursting, poised upon the edge of the abyss of ecstasy, but wanting... needing to take both his lovers with him.
“Aaaahh... yessss...” Vhaelvyrn breathed, flicking his tongue like an excited serpent over Faer’s hardness while arching his hips up to the warm mouth that sought to drink his essence. “Suck me, lirimaer,” he growled, thrusting into the young Elf’s intimate kiss.
Hearing his father’s demanding intent only increased his excitement. Haldir’s vision had become a blur, so lost was he in the intoxicating heat of Faer’s body as it wrapped his arousal in its potently inebriating grip. He drove deeper into the Dark Elf with every thrust, his body shuddering and begging for release.
“Ah... aaaniirrron,” he breathed, fairly quivering with tension, unable to hold back for much longer.
Faer was lost in the sensation as Haldir drove himself further into his body, and he responded by thrusting back with equal force, a vessel needing to filled.
Vhaelvyrn’s hips came up to meet each pull of Faer’s mouth and the Elf doubled his efforts, taking the March Warden’s arousal deep in to his throat before letting his tongue spiral to the tip only to dip again grazing teeth along the throbbing hardness.
Haldir’s whimpers of passion washed over Faer, tightening the coil in his groin to the point of breaking and with a guttural moan of surrendered pleasure, the dark Elf allowed the pulsing hot sweetness of his release to overtake his control, jerking his hips closer to Vhaelvyrn’s suckling mouth, his orgasm rushing forward and pounding through his veins with such intensity that he lost the ability to see or hear anything except his own scream of pleasure.
As Faer’s lusty cry rent the air, Vhaelvyrn swallowed the fruits of his labor eagerly, feeling his own release drawing ever closer as the Gypsy Elf continued to stoke Vhaelvyrn’s passion with the fiery caress of his warm tongue. He could hear Haldir’s breath quickening to raging pant, could smell the heady scent of desire rising from his son’s sweating body, sensing the pinnacle of pleasure that threatened to sweep over them both. Vhaelvyrn threw his head back with a moan, arching his lithe body with the searing build of liquid fire roiling within his loins. He reached out to Haldir with his mind, locking into his son’s rising fervency, his body thrumming with excited tension as Haldir unleashed his passion with a strangled groan of ecstasy, body convulsing and shuddering, sending Vhaelvyrn tumbling into the abyss of shared regalement, his own voice singing out above that of his son in a primally lustful cry of release.
Faer collapsed onto Vhaelvyrn and Haldir atop of Faer, the trio spent and panting, a tangle of dark of and light amongst the verdant carpet of the hillside.
Vhaelvyrn slipped from beneath the panting Gypsy Elf and placed a gentle kiss upon his son’s lips.
“Lay with your lover, my son. Hold him until the sun rises, for never again shall you have this moment for you own,” Vhaelvyrn said, stroking the silken paleness of Haldir’s hair with one hand.
He had then slipped away into darkness with a rustle of crimson, leaving Haldir and Faer to bask in the afterglow of the experience... and of each other.
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