Title: Antatar: Prince of Death Part 4
Author: littlestkitten (kurabate@hotmail.com)
Series: Sequel to Kleine Taube, fourth chapter of Antatar: Prince of Death
Rating: A low R. Warning: Lime Feedback: Yes please. AN: It's been a long time since I've updated, hasn't it? Well, I'm updating now. This chapter may end up kind weird because I have a fever, which has been fluctuating between 100 degrees and 104 degrees. So be warned, I may start writing about pink bunnies. I've been toying with the idea of finishing Antatar for a while now. I just never seemed to be able to get motivated enough. But all I have to do is write this chapter and I'll be done. I finished the last chapter a year or so ago, I'll post it about a week after this one, or maybe sooner if enough people ask me too.
Pulling the brush through his long, golden hair Legolas contemplated the evening he had planned. Shivering a little in fear and excitement he quickly braided his hair in a sensual style. He sprayed himself with sweet smelling perfume and made his way to the royal chambers.
A servant was just leaving as he arrived and he smiled his thanks for her help. The room was decorated tastefully with the royal colors of Gondor prevalent throughout it. A dining table was situated in front of the fireplace and was overflowing with exotic delights to simple foods he knew the king enjoyed.
The only light in the room came from the brightly burning fire and the two elegant candles set in the middle of the table. A long-stemmed rose was placed in-between the candles as a final romantic touch. He smiled softly as he observed the preparations for the dinner.
Legolas poured some wine for himself and sipped it as he waited for Aragorn to come. Soon he heard the door open and greeted the man with wine flavored kiss. Aragorn laughed and pulled him close while deepening the kiss. Giggling playfully Legolas pushed him away and seated himself at the table.
Dinner went smoothly with both Legolas and Aragorn enjoying not only the food but watching each other enjoy the food. Desert was cherries dipped in cream and Legolas watched entranced as Aragorn slowly sucked the cream off and then chewed the cherry like it was the best tasting piece of food he'd ever had.
Shivering with arousal Legolas absentmindedly dipped one of the cherries in the pot of cream and ate it, all while watching Aragorn enjoy his desert. The King looked up suddenly and smirked at Legolas' enraptured look. Swirling the cherry around his mouth with his tongue he put on an even better show than before.
Practically pouncing on the man Legolas devoured his lips with his own while grinding their arousals together. Aragorn gasped in sensual delight at the unexpected attack and enthusiastically returned Legolas' fervent kisses. Situating the elf more firmly in his arms Aragorn stood and carried his prince to the bedchamber and tossing him on the bed.
Legolas glared indignantly at the rough treatment but Aragorn soon compensated for it by kissing him again. Tugging at Aragorn's tunic with clumsy fingers Legolas finally managed to bare the skin Aragorn had been rudely hiding behind cloth. He pressed his lips to Aragorn's chest and tasted with delight the unique taste of his lover.
Writhing on the bed Aragorn gasped and moaned as his lover caressed him with his silken tongue. Fondling a nipple with one hand and sucking on the other. Legolas continued with his exploration and soon they progressed to more strenuous loving. But that's a tale for another night.
* * *
Finally, he thought to himself, Legolas is mine. Nobody shall take you from me now. Stroking his hand down the curve of Legolas' back he shivered with the first signs of renewed arousal. Smirking he curled closer to his reclaimed possession and as the sun rose murmured in the pointed ear. "Sleep well, meine kleine taube."
TBC
AN: I'm done! I'm sorry that that wasn't very good. At the end I just didn't have much inspiration for the scene I was writing. Someday I might rewrite the lime scene into a lemon, but fir now you'll just have to take it as it is. I hope you liked it.=^.^=
Series: Sequel to Kleine Taube, fourth chapter of Antatar: Prince of Death
Rating: A low R. Warning: Lime Feedback: Yes please. AN: It's been a long time since I've updated, hasn't it? Well, I'm updating now. This chapter may end up kind weird because I have a fever, which has been fluctuating between 100 degrees and 104 degrees. So be warned, I may start writing about pink bunnies. I've been toying with the idea of finishing Antatar for a while now. I just never seemed to be able to get motivated enough. But all I have to do is write this chapter and I'll be done. I finished the last chapter a year or so ago, I'll post it about a week after this one, or maybe sooner if enough people ask me too.
Pulling the brush through his long, golden hair Legolas contemplated the evening he had planned. Shivering a little in fear and excitement he quickly braided his hair in a sensual style. He sprayed himself with sweet smelling perfume and made his way to the royal chambers.
A servant was just leaving as he arrived and he smiled his thanks for her help. The room was decorated tastefully with the royal colors of Gondor prevalent throughout it. A dining table was situated in front of the fireplace and was overflowing with exotic delights to simple foods he knew the king enjoyed.
The only light in the room came from the brightly burning fire and the two elegant candles set in the middle of the table. A long-stemmed rose was placed in-between the candles as a final romantic touch. He smiled softly as he observed the preparations for the dinner.
Legolas poured some wine for himself and sipped it as he waited for Aragorn to come. Soon he heard the door open and greeted the man with wine flavored kiss. Aragorn laughed and pulled him close while deepening the kiss. Giggling playfully Legolas pushed him away and seated himself at the table.
Dinner went smoothly with both Legolas and Aragorn enjoying not only the food but watching each other enjoy the food. Desert was cherries dipped in cream and Legolas watched entranced as Aragorn slowly sucked the cream off and then chewed the cherry like it was the best tasting piece of food he'd ever had.
Shivering with arousal Legolas absentmindedly dipped one of the cherries in the pot of cream and ate it, all while watching Aragorn enjoy his desert. The King looked up suddenly and smirked at Legolas' enraptured look. Swirling the cherry around his mouth with his tongue he put on an even better show than before.
Practically pouncing on the man Legolas devoured his lips with his own while grinding their arousals together. Aragorn gasped in sensual delight at the unexpected attack and enthusiastically returned Legolas' fervent kisses. Situating the elf more firmly in his arms Aragorn stood and carried his prince to the bedchamber and tossing him on the bed.
Legolas glared indignantly at the rough treatment but Aragorn soon compensated for it by kissing him again. Tugging at Aragorn's tunic with clumsy fingers Legolas finally managed to bare the skin Aragorn had been rudely hiding behind cloth. He pressed his lips to Aragorn's chest and tasted with delight the unique taste of his lover.
Writhing on the bed Aragorn gasped and moaned as his lover caressed him with his silken tongue. Fondling a nipple with one hand and sucking on the other. Legolas continued with his exploration and soon they progressed to more strenuous loving. But that's a tale for another night.
* * *
Finally, he thought to himself, Legolas is mine. Nobody shall take you from me now. Stroking his hand down the curve of Legolas' back he shivered with the first signs of renewed arousal. Smirking he curled closer to his reclaimed possession and as the sun rose murmured in the pointed ear. "Sleep well, meine kleine taube."
TBC
AN: I'm done! I'm sorry that that wasn't very good. At the end I just didn't have much inspiration for the scene I was writing. Someday I might rewrite the lime scene into a lemon, but fir now you'll just have to take it as it is. I hope you liked it.=^.^=