Title & Chapter Number: Royal Flush 7/7
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me `cept the carpal tunnel... and various bizarre action figures. No elves were harmed during this Fic... and I do not test on animals.
Warnings: Voyeurism, blatant randiness mild incest ( not really..hmmmmm maybe) (snirk)
Betas: The Wicked March Warden aka Ember Vixen
Cast: Thranduil/OFC, Glorfindel/Legolas, and more to come
Timeline: TA AU
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: Thranduil is used to getting what he wants...until the seneschal of Imladris arrives and the rules of the game are changed. Will the king get what he wants? Does he KNOW what he wants???? Or what he deserves?
Notes:
Legolas tried to struggle, but his movement only managed to earn him a firmer grip upon mouth and the press of knee to his groin. Deciding that his resistance was getting him nowhere, the young Prince ceased his fighting and relaxed against the cool wall, his eyes beginning to adjust to the shadowed gloom.
The silken touch of luminous golden hair brushed lightly against his cheek as warm breaths drifted along his jaw to hover just above his ear. The familiar scent of jasmine filled Legolas' senses as a powerful, naked, and very much aroused ,body pinned him firmly against the wall.
"Ada," whispered the Prince, his body shuddering at the close press of the King's heated desire.
Despite his initial shock at his father's intimate embrace he found his hand slipping to the small of Thranduil's back to caress the soft flesh of his sire. Many times he had watched as Beran languished under the King's touch, and he had on occasion fantasized that the powerful ruler would make him tremble with need as well, but that was all it had been ….a fantasy. He did not desire his father…. he could not…
"Legolas…. why are you here?" Thranduil's soft purr hummed against the sensitive tip of the youngling's ear, making him shiver and whimper softly in the fragrant cascade of golden hair that gleamed in the darkness so much like his own.
"I…. I…I want…" A moan rumbled from the Prince's chest as Thranduil's beautiful mouth drew a tender ear lobe between his teeth and nipped the pink flesh.
"What do you want, onya? (my son) The King's light touch skimmed the Prince's side, lingering upon a leanly muscled thigh. He had not given much thought to possessing Legolas, but the Princeling's responding body and breathless moans were stirring something in him that he had not previously allowed conscious admission.
Legolas' blood pounded in his ears, his father's touch igniting a flame that he wished not to see spark so bright and hot. This would surely burn him.
" I want to watch," he managed, his rasping reply all but lost against the press of Thranduil's hard body to his. He could not lose control, he needed to keep his mind focused. But as the Kings fingers traced his slender hips ,the Prince's body betrayed his better judgment and he rolled into the cupping hand, surprising them both with his wantonness.
Within a moment Thranduil had covered the Prince's mouth with his own stifling the plaintive moans that would surely give them away. The first touch of his son's soft lips against his almost brought him to his knees and for a moment he envied anyone who would possess the sweet flesh that trembled so divinely beneath him.
Legolas stiffened at his father's abrupt kiss, his mind battling with his body for control, but as the embrace lengthened and a seeking tongue pressed open his pursed lips, he softened into the heated advance responding with a passion that both shocked and disgusted him at the same time.
His hands slipped to cup Thranduil's backside, pulling the King closer to rub against his tenting breeches, his body ignoring his mind's pleas to stop and reconsider his actions. His father's mouth was as exquisite as it looked, soft and pliant yet demanding and powerful and he found himself moaning and sighing loudly with the overwhelming need to surrender himself.
~*~*~*~
Beran arched into Glorfindel's touch, his arousal purpled with denied release. So caught up was he within the seneschals' lovemaking that he didn't harken immediately to the hushed moans that floated into the room from beyond the tapestries.
Glorfindel's slick hand slipped deftly to the base of the secretary's erection and stroked slowly before squeezing the weeping flesh firmly between his fingers.
" Ayia….mahtar ( warrior)," hissed Beran his backside leaving the floor to thrust against the Elven Lords fist, " You would leave me thus again?"
" I quite like you like this, " chuckled Glorfindel, thumbing a pearlescent drop that leaked onto his fingertip and slipping it between the secretaries parted lips.
Beran eagerly suckled the seneschal's sticky digit, savoring the sweet taste of his own desire that clung to the tip.
` MMmmmmmm, Heru…" he moaned between suckles," Let me taste you…."
" Ohhhhh all in good time…. lirimaer, " replied the golden Lord his ear cocked towards the far tapestried wall, a knowing smirk flashing across his swollen cherry lips.
Beran arched his brow and pulled Glorfindel hard against him, rubbing their arousals together with slippery need.
" They watch… " he inquired, his fingers finding the cleft of the seneschal's back side and slipping two inside without preamble.
" Ohhhhh…., " moaned Glorfindel, pushing back against the secretaries hand. " I believe they do more than watch…."
A shudder rippled through Beran's body, and he drew in a gasping breath as his release overtook him without warning. Warm seed spilled onto his taught belly, the mere thought of Thranduil and Legolas together flushing him intensely. Glorfindel slid his aching arousal through the milky pool upon the darkling's abdomen, coating it with the other's release and lifting Beran's legs over his shoulders he leaned down and murmured against the secretary's mouth.
" Shall we give them something to watch, " he breathed as he buried himself in the darkling's tight heat.
Beran could only moan and squirm in reply.
Thranduil was quite lost, his fingers firmly entangled within Legolas' flaxen hair, his jutting arousal rock hard and throbbing. If he had not pulled away to fill his burning lungs with air, he would have missed Glorfindel's lusty growl of release.
" By the Valar no…! " The King stalked over to the heavy draperies and peered into the room, the sight of a spent Glorfindel collapsed atop a panting Beran causing him to slump down into a nearby chair with a disappointed sigh.
Legolas brought his fingers to his lips and ran a pad over the tingling surface. His father's kiss had left him bruised, swollen and entirely unsatisfied, and perhaps now he had even missed what he had come here to see. Pushing himself away from the wall he padded towards the break in the draperies hoping to catch at least a glimpse of the two lovers. Glorfindel's sexual appetite was not usually sated this easily and Legolas had a hard time convincing himself that the Golden Lord was indeed spent for the evening.
True to his reputation Glorfindel had rolled Beran over and stroked him to writhing need within a few minutes, leaving Legolas to chuckle softly against the wall, his own desire puckering the laces of his breeches as he watched.
The Elven Lord raised himself to his hands and knees and presented his backside to the flushed secretary rocking gently as he stroked himself.
" Beran, morier, take me…" he growled, as he raised his eyes towards the tapestry.
" Take me hard!"
Legolas shuddered, as Glorfindel's gaze seemed to lock upon his in the shadows, and gasped at the rush of excitement that percolated through his body.
Thranduil removed his hand from his eyes at his son's sigh and watched as the Prince fumbled with the laces of his breeches, his gaze intent upon the golden Lord's room.
" What do you see, Legolas? " Thranduil's question was edged with anticipation, and he found himself rising before the Prince could even reply.
Edging in front of his son, Thranduil was just in time to see Beran impale the Imladris emmisary with one fluid thrust, his mouth open in sensual pleasure.
" Ohhhhhh, Beran," Glorfindel moaned, his eyes never leaving the tapestry, " Harder take me harder…."
The dark secretary wrapped his arm around Glorfindel's waist and pushed deep, his thighs slapping against the seneschal's backside with every rocking thrust of his body.
`Ayia…Saes…"
Legolas's arms suddenly snaked around Thranduil's waist and pulled him hard against him, his freed arousal trapped tightly against the King's back.
" Watch him…" rasped the Prince into his father's ear as Thranduil shuddered in his embrace, his eyes never leaving the impaled Lord.
Glorfindel arched his back and Beran wrapped his fingers around the Lord's golden mane and pulled back hard as a trio of gasps echoed throughout the room.
" Do you like that slayer?" Growled the darkling as he slammed the seneschal hard enough to almost knock him over.
Glorfindel's breathing increased and his fingers bunched the throw rug on the floor into his fists.
" Answer me… demanded Beran, his own body shaking with the effort of his movements.
" Ayyyeeeee!!!!!!" shouted Glorfindel as the first pricks of his impending release crawled up his tiring thighs.
Legolas' callused fingers brushed over Thranduil's chest teasing the King's sensitive flesh to pebble and peak against the roughened touch and his back to arch in response. Keeping his eyes locked onto the rocking seneschal, the Prince of Mirkwood ground his hips against the smooth of his father's back, timing his release for the exact moment of Glorfindel's surrender.
Thranduil's palm slipped between his legs as he watched Beran's dark eyes glaze over with passion. He never really took the time before to see how beautiful and erotic his secretary was, usually taking him quickly and without care, but now he saw the raw carnality that smoldered in that dark gaze and he could not tear his eyes away. In fact, he swore that the darkling looked directly at him as he plunged deep within Glorfindel.
White hot sparks of heat coiled from the seneschal's belly as his entire body shuddered at his powerful release, his pulsing erection jetting against his rippling belly as he forced himself to face the tapestry, his eyes wide with ecstasy. With a groan of completion he felt the secretary stiffen and gasp as streams of warmth flooded his exhausted body and relaxing his legs he rolled them both to the solid support of the floor to bask in the pleasure they had both given and received.
Legolas could hold off no longer and as the flush of climax pinked the seneschals undulating body he buried his face within the soft waves of Thranduil's' luxuriant hair and gave his body over to the release it craved, the warmth of his desire spilling upon the creamy softness of the King's back.
Thranduil breathed deep as his desire washed over him in sweet pulsing wave of warmth. He had come to watch Glorfindel and found himself mesmerized by the one who freely gave his body and soul to him without reservation. The legendary Lord paled in comparison to the lithe darkling that he was seeing for the first time tonight in a new light, one that touched him in a place he once thought dead and abandoned. Beran's named name fell from his lips as Legolas held him in his release.
" Ada…, "murmured Legolas, as he placed a gentle kiss on his fathers neck before pulling way. " Are you alright?"
" Aye," replied the King with a soft smile, as he retrieved his robe from the chair and wrapped it about him.
Boldly Thranduil stepped through the tapestry and crossed to where Beran lay curled on the floor with Glorfindel. Kneeling, the King kissed the seneschals palm and pulled the wide -eyed secretary into his embrace pressing a gentle but passionate kiss upon his lips.
" Come meleth," he murmured, nuzzling the darkling's ear, " We have much to talk about."
Glorfindel nodded to the secretary and lay flat on his back upon the floor, as they departed quietly.
Legolas did not know what to make of the situation. He had quite expected Thranduil to scoop Glorfindel up and cart him off to his chambers and now he was at a loss of what to do.
" Are you going to lurk there all evening, " came a slightly annoyed voice from the guest chambers." Or do I have to come and fetch you?"
Legolas smirked and padded into the room only to have his ankle grabbed as he passed by the prone Lord on the floor pulling him into a giggling heap on the rug.
" Now meleth-nin…" Glorfindel growled as he pinned the somewhat feebly struggling archer to the ground.
" You do not want a guest going home unsatisfied do you?"
" Indeed not, " grinned the Prince as he wrapped his long legs around the seneschal's waist.
" Indeed not…"
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