The Librarian 10/
LotR
NC17
Summery: Erestor = Erestor! w/ Glorfindel & Melpomean
Warnings: BDSM, kink, angst
Disclaimer: All LotR characters and settings are the exclusive property of
the Tolkien estate. I do not have permission to use them.
Summery: Sex. And jealousy, but mostly sex.
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AN Jealousy is at play here. Just saying.
For Kharessa and Machiavellian
*Krale Dun has taken my slave! He has taken him from my very Library! I saw slaves face as he left, fear, certainly but something else too... anticipation? Am I too soft on you wretched creature? [large piece missing] Where is he? What can be taking so long? Has Slave decided to stay? Is he lost to me forever, choosing Krale's brutal strength over my measured cruelties? Was he ever mine? *
Erestor laid the scroll down with trembling hands. Then setting aside his work he left the library. The walkways in Imladris were light and open, without evidence of military fortification or defense. Open and free, in its own way a rebellion against the dark forces ever lurking. It had never bothered Erestor before, but as he walked the corridors he now felt exposed and vulnerable. There was evil everywhere, creeping, scheming waiting for an opening. If they ever breached the outer defenses the city would fall quickly. How unfair that the entire population of a city should be forced to depend so heavily on the guard. If only the rest of the population was trained, if only he had continued further beyond the obligatory bowmanship and weaponry training.
"If only I were a warrior, then perhaps Slave wouldn't have left me for Krale Dun"
Erestor stopped walking abruptly, and realizing he was shaking, stilled his body. He waited a few more moments then entered Melpomaen's chambers as if he owned them.
Melpomaen was waiting as he had asked. The sight of him, pale trembling flesh, light bruises healing on his chest and arms, his neck arched while his eyes lowered teasing Erestor's senses. This was what he wanted, why they were here. His skin positively glowed in anticipation. Quiet, only a slight shiver in Melpomaen's wrist betrayed his need. Almost perfect, almost here with him.
Standing behind Melpomaen, Erestor allowed himself the luxury of admiration, to appreciate the beauty of this gift. He traced his finger along the ridges of his spine, watching goose bumps rise and a rosy blush darken Melpomaen's skin. Then a harder scratch and Erestor couldn't help but be fascinated by the way Melpomaen's cock jumped in time to the digging of his nails. Melpomaen was perfect, and therefore the lacking, this distance and fog of unmet desire must lie with him. Clearing his head, suppressing nervousness and uncertainties, Erestor leaned down and bit Melpomaen's shoulder.
"Mine"
Melpomaen moaned, pitching forward slightly then steadied himself. Erestor lapped at the indentations left by his teeth, tasting the sweet bitterness of Melpomaen's bath oils, the vaguest residue of lavender and primrose. Licking up his neck, tasting the sweat that had broken out in beads along Mel's hairline, then allowing his breath to cool the heated flesh. His assistant's nipples had hardened into sharp little points, his cock harder still. Erestor had no intention of touching either. Not yet, anyway. Licking flatly across Melpomaen's jaw Erestor could feel as the muscles clenched and unclenched against his tongue. Then without warning he bit hard on Melpomaen's jugular.
"Mine" he repeated.
Melpomaen gasped, his jaw hanging but no answer was vocalized. Erestor's tongue continued its gentle exploration of Mel's body, nibbling down his back where the sweetness of skin gave way to a darker flavor. Erestor held Melpomaen by the neck, and as his lips touched lower he forced Mel's neck down towards the floor so that at no time was the younger elf's head above his own. Now, neck flush on the floor he delved with his lips into the one part of Melpomaen's body he hadn't yet tasted.
"Mine"
And he swirled his tongue wetly around the tight bundle of nerve and muscle that marked the entrance to Melpomaen's body. Melpomaen was panting now, maintaining his pressed-to-the-floor position that Erestor had left him in, his knees struggling to widen to give Erestor more access. This was all new for Erestor. He had never tasted this place with any of his admittedly short list of lovers. The decadence of it was delicious and he rolled his mouth around the pucker, savoring the mystery of new flavor. Pushing his tongue forward he wondered if he could fuck him like that, and how it would feel. Downy hair brushed hot against his lips and he couldn't resist, tongue thrusting forward, meeting resistance, unable to penetrate.
"Let me in"
Melpomaen whimpered, shaking limbs straining towards the vibrating command of Erestor's voice. Erestor tried to push his tongue into him again, and again the muscles clenched too tight to break through. Frustrated he wet his thumb and pressed it past the first knuckle into Melpomaen. The broken whimpers emitting from Mel drove him deeper, and with his other hand he spread the elf's cheeks wide giving his tongue and mouth access to every side of his plunging thumb and the pink ring of flesh around it.
"Mine"
Winding his tongue around the hot musk on his skin as his thumb withdrew, then watching mesmerized as he forced it back in to the hilt of his hand. Filling, twisting craving the response Melpomaen gave him; the keening moans of need, the lost shudders wracking him, the almost incoherent sobs that seemed to come straight from his gut. He felt omnipotent, fearless free and, by the Valar he craved more.
Testing lower he found a smooth spot of skin, a small patch hidden between his buried thumb and the sensitive sacs swinging below. Tender skin, so he bit it, then, still teething, sucked hard bringing the throbbing blood to the surface.
"Please..."
A response then, but not enough and Erestor bit harder, letting his untapped savagery show for the first time. He jabbed another finger into Melpomaen, gratified by the sharp squealing answer. Three fingers, followed quickly by four and five, almost to the knuckle stretching virgin muscle brutally wide.
"Take me, hurt me. Please hurt me"
And it was too much for Erestor. Intoxicated by the need of Melpomaen he was barely cognizant of his actions. It was almost like watching another elf pulling his fingers free, then spitting into the trembling void they left. Fumbling with his robes, pulling his weeping cock roughly from its binding and barely remembering to slick the glistening moisture on his head before he was in the straining heat of Melpomaen. Lucidity returned and Erestor struggled to control him self to still himself while Melpomaen adjusted to the invasion. Erestor spit again, a glistening globule of saliva striking the split peach of Mel's buttocks thin slipping down, sliding onto the base of Erestor's rigid cock.
Impaled, shuddering, tears welling and Melpomaen slowly slid forward, allowing Erestor's cock to slide out of him. Guilt and lust mingled as Erestor tried not to move, tried not to hurt him further. He had been too tight, too dry and all the omnipotence and power Erestor had felt ebbed from him. Then Melpomaen took a trembling breath and slammed himself hard against Erestor, driving his cock deep inside him.
And clarity returned like a cold switch buried deep in his mind, and grasping Mel's hips Erestor plunged into him. Grabbing one shoulder for leverage, slamming hard enough so that flesh slapped loudly against flesh and –Ai- it still wasn't hard enough. Mel was struggling a little, then a lot –his hands curled into claws scrabbling at the floor.
"Stroke yourself"
And incredibly Melpomaen did, reaching down he grasped his cock and squeezed hard.
"Come for me, my little slave" Melpomaen's hand was fast and erratic on his flesh. Erestor could feel it, feel the tightening, the milking of his own cock as Melpomaen's flesh knotted around him. Melpomaen's violent shuddering orgasm was too much and with a heavy groan Erestor stiffened, thrusting once, twice then holding Melpomaen still as he burst into him.
"Mine" Erestor though, feeling the after shudders tremor though them both. But even in the giddy glow of after sex, he knew Melpomaen hadn't answered.
*Krale Dun has taken my slave! He has taken him from my very Library! I saw slaves face as he left, fear, certainly but something else too... anticipation? Am I too soft on you wretched creature? [large piece missing] Where is he? What can be taking so long? Has Slave decided to stay? Is he lost to me forever, choosing Krale's brutal strength over my measured cruelties? Was he ever mine? *
Erestor laid the scroll down with trembling hands. Then setting aside his work he left the library. The walkways in Imladris were light and open, without evidence of military fortification or defense. Open and free, in its own way a rebellion against the dark forces ever lurking. It had never bothered Erestor before, but as he walked the corridors he now felt exposed and vulnerable. There was evil everywhere, creeping, scheming waiting for an opening. If they ever breached the outer defenses the city would fall quickly. How unfair that the entire population of a city should be forced to depend so heavily on the guard. If only the rest of the population was trained, if only he had continued further beyond the obligatory bowmanship and weaponry training.
"If only I were a warrior, then perhaps Slave wouldn't have left me for Krale Dun"
Erestor stopped walking abruptly, and realizing he was shaking, stilled his body. He waited a few more moments then entered Melpomaen's chambers as if he owned them.
Melpomaen was waiting as he had asked. The sight of him, pale trembling flesh, light bruises healing on his chest and arms, his neck arched while his eyes lowered teasing Erestor's senses. This was what he wanted, why they were here. His skin positively glowed in anticipation. Quiet, only a slight shiver in Melpomaen's wrist betrayed his need. Almost perfect, almost here with him.
Standing behind Melpomaen, Erestor allowed himself the luxury of admiration, to appreciate the beauty of this gift. He traced his finger along the ridges of his spine, watching goose bumps rise and a rosy blush darken Melpomaen's skin. Then a harder scratch and Erestor couldn't help but be fascinated by the way Melpomaen's cock jumped in time to the digging of his nails. Melpomaen was perfect, and therefore the lacking, this distance and fog of unmet desire must lie with him. Clearing his head, suppressing nervousness and uncertainties, Erestor leaned down and bit Melpomaen's shoulder.
"Mine"
Melpomaen moaned, pitching forward slightly then steadied himself. Erestor lapped at the indentations left by his teeth, tasting the sweet bitterness of Melpomaen's bath oils, the vaguest residue of lavender and primrose. Licking up his neck, tasting the sweat that had broken out in beads along Mel's hairline, then allowing his breath to cool the heated flesh. His assistant's nipples had hardened into sharp little points, his cock harder still. Erestor had no intention of touching either. Not yet, anyway. Licking flatly across Melpomaen's jaw Erestor could feel as the muscles clenched and unclenched against his tongue. Then without warning he bit hard on Melpomaen's jugular.
"Mine" he repeated.
Melpomaen gasped, his jaw hanging but no answer was vocalized. Erestor's tongue continued its gentle exploration of Mel's body, nibbling down his back where the sweetness of skin gave way to a darker flavor. Erestor held Melpomaen by the neck, and as his lips touched lower he forced Mel's neck down towards the floor so that at no time was the younger elf's head above his own. Now, neck flush on the floor he delved with his lips into the one part of Melpomaen's body he hadn't yet tasted.
"Mine"
And he swirled his tongue wetly around the tight bundle of nerve and muscle that marked the entrance to Melpomaen's body. Melpomaen was panting now, maintaining his pressed-to-the-floor position that Erestor had left him in, his knees struggling to widen to give Erestor more access. This was all new for Erestor. He had never tasted this place with any of his admittedly short list of lovers. The decadence of it was delicious and he rolled his mouth around the pucker, savoring the mystery of new flavor. Pushing his tongue forward he wondered if he could fuck him like that, and how it would feel. Downy hair brushed hot against his lips and he couldn't resist, tongue thrusting forward, meeting resistance, unable to penetrate.
"Let me in"
Melpomaen whimpered, shaking limbs straining towards the vibrating command of Erestor's voice. Erestor tried to push his tongue into him again, and again the muscles clenched too tight to break through. Frustrated he wet his thumb and pressed it past the first knuckle into Melpomaen. The broken whimpers emitting from Mel drove him deeper, and with his other hand he spread the elf's cheeks wide giving his tongue and mouth access to every side of his plunging thumb and the pink ring of flesh around it.
"Mine"
Winding his tongue around the hot musk on his skin as his thumb withdrew, then watching mesmerized as he forced it back in to the hilt of his hand. Filling, twisting craving the response Melpomaen gave him; the keening moans of need, the lost shudders wracking him, the almost incoherent sobs that seemed to come straight from his gut. He felt omnipotent, fearless free and, by the Valar he craved more.
Testing lower he found a smooth spot of skin, a small patch hidden between his buried thumb and the sensitive sacs swinging below. Tender skin, so he bit it, then, still teething, sucked hard bringing the throbbing blood to the surface.
"Please..."
A response then, but not enough and Erestor bit harder, letting his untapped savagery show for the first time. He jabbed another finger into Melpomaen, gratified by the sharp squealing answer. Three fingers, followed quickly by four and five, almost to the knuckle stretching virgin muscle brutally wide.
"Take me, hurt me. Please hurt me"
And it was too much for Erestor. Intoxicated by the need of Melpomaen he was barely cognizant of his actions. It was almost like watching another elf pulling his fingers free, then spitting into the trembling void they left. Fumbling with his robes, pulling his weeping cock roughly from its binding and barely remembering to slick the glistening moisture on his head before he was in the straining heat of Melpomaen. Lucidity returned and Erestor struggled to control him self to still himself while Melpomaen adjusted to the invasion. Erestor spit again, a glistening globule of saliva striking the split peach of Mel's buttocks thin slipping down, sliding onto the base of Erestor's rigid cock.
Impaled, shuddering, tears welling and Melpomaen slowly slid forward, allowing Erestor's cock to slide out of him. Guilt and lust mingled as Erestor tried not to move, tried not to hurt him further. He had been too tight, too dry and all the omnipotence and power Erestor had felt ebbed from him. Then Melpomaen took a trembling breath and slammed himself hard against Erestor, driving his cock deep inside him.
And clarity returned like a cold switch buried deep in his mind, and grasping Mel's hips Erestor plunged into him. Grabbing one shoulder for leverage, slamming hard enough so that flesh slapped loudly against flesh and –Ai- it still wasn't hard enough. Mel was struggling a little, then a lot –his hands curled into claws scrabbling at the floor.
"Stroke yourself"
And incredibly Melpomaen did, reaching down he grasped his cock and squeezed hard.
"Come for me, my little slave" Melpomaen's hand was fast and erratic on his flesh. Erestor could feel it, feel the tightening, the milking of his own cock as Melpomaen's flesh knotted around him. Melpomaen's violent shuddering orgasm was too much and with a heavy groan Erestor stiffened, thrusting once, twice then holding Melpomaen still as he burst into him.
"Mine" Erestor though, feeling the after shudders tremor though them both. But even in the giddy glow of after sex, he knew Melpomaen hadn't answered.