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Extra Lessons

Elrond x reader

Kinktober 2022: Student/Teacher

A/N: Another interestingly written fic for all you Elrond simps.

Warnings: fembod, student-teacher dynamics, hints of multiple orgasms, soft dom! Elrond

Word Count: 2.6k

Synopsis: Elrond easily gives in to his favourite student when they request extra study time.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, and all the air was knocked out of your chest from your current situation. Fighting to catch your breath, your hands attempted to push against the contenting force which refused to give a win. Your body had undergone multiple contortions of emotions and positions in the last hour, and you weren’t entirely sure if you could handle another round of twists and turns – the game was exhausting yet fascinating. Your adrenaline was pumping ferociously bringing your heart rate up another level and if any higher, you would pass out, but you were strong and relentless just like the unmovable force that kept pushing. For every push was an equal yet opposite reaction that brought unlimited satisfaction.

Another round of breathless encounters and your eyes couldn’t help but flutter at the receiving pain and pleasure at the same time. Your body was aching and begging for you to cry out to cease the onslaughter, but your determination to set things right and prove your point cried back to continue and never give up. How long were you at it, you’d like to think an hour but in reality, it was more. Hours your back had bowed off the table, contorting your body as it riddled in pleasure and ecstasy, hours your legs had trembled endlessly at the cramps from the confounding positions they rested, and hours your throat tired from crying and screaming for more because you wanted and desired it, you needed what he gave so freely.

His pleasure was the least of his concerns especially when he had the object of his greatest desire spread on like a meal on his table before him for the easiest taking. Every cry, every moan and groan, every squeal, every mewl and mostly, every call of his name sent him into overdrive. A session of only an hour extended to two, three, maybe four? Elrond knew he lost count the moment you asked him to give you further guidance practically and not theoretically until he was sure you understood. Question after question rolled from his tongue until they ceased and changed directions. They became cries of your name and whispers of how good you were being for him, how much of a good student you were for wanting to ace your studies and become wise like him.

Your dedication was a beautiful aspect about you he adored and as long as he could be the driving force behind its destination, Elrond would continue to assist in the endgame. If it meant he had to fuck you into oblivion so that you could keep your focus, he would do it again and again. He would teach you about being focused and abreast of your aspirations as he laid his body atop yours, naked chest against chest. He had no concern for others becoming aware of his intentions, it was only he who saw your potential and understood you best. Once he could whisper all the secrets to great success as his cock brushed your soft spot over and over again with precision, Elrond would never stop.

His hands would tenderly trace your body, mapping out your features and comparing them to the ethereal aspects of life. From the stars to the flowers to nature herself, you deserved to be worshipped like the Goddess you were laying beneath him. The cries of pleasure as tears streamed down your face were kissed away and compared to a waterfall in full bloom during spring. It’s sweet honeysuckle waters melting away the sufferings of life and bringing fought life. His kisses would trail lower until they captured your lips, nibbling and biting the gentlest petals Elrond had ever touched. Delicate care despite his hips telling another story, his lips would open yours to meet your tongue.

With a roll of his hips, it would successfully pry your mouth open to have a proper taste he was hooked on from the first kiss. You tasted like the strawberries of spring in the ripest stage. The richest flavours just poured down his throat and he eagerly swallowed, moaning into your mouth about the sweetness. The hands that gripped your thighs gave a firm squeeze in response to your taste before travelling upwards to cup your breast. Soon after, Elrond’s mouth left your lips to encase your overly sensitive bud, chuckling as you whined about it being too much and sending the vibration coursing through your body. A fresh flow of juices trickled onto his cock.

“My dear, I thought you wanted me to teach you? Too much is always a good thing.” His voice was muffled by your breast as he sucked into the fat of it, but your hearing was beyond your haze.

"S-Sir, fuck, please..." your voice trailed off into a loud moan when he rocked his hips forward and pierced your spongy soft spot. Your nails couldn't help but dig into his skin, leaving behind reddened moon crescents.

"It pays to have extra knowledge my dear....fuck, you s-should be grateful I'm giving it; I c-care deeply for my student after all," his caring and nurturing voice tickled your soul as he continued to speak into the fat of your breast. Whispering phrases about how he wanted you to be wise like him thus, it required him fucking you the way he did, all slipped past his lips. Never expected for your 'kind as summer' Lord to spout filth the way he did.

"T-Then you should fuck me h-harder please, oh," Elrond took your reply as a challenge to prove to his favourite student. If you wanted him to pleasure you harder, he was more than capable of doing such.

Switching to the other breast and repeating the same as the other, he hummed his response once again into your skin, "As you wish darling."

The mewl was your response while his mouth never ceased or gave up their actions. Tongue swirling and flicking the sensitive nub and more babblings tumbled past your lips to express your pleasure. The Lord of Imladris was never someone to disappoint when it came to pleasing others, far more than you expected him to deliver given his loyalty to his previous companion.

You would have never expected him to show such delightfulness when it came to indulging in frivolous affairs, and with his student. But you understood the matter as well, he was alone for years and filled with pent-up frustrations, any source of output he could find he would take it. You just never thought that it would be you of all people, the one person who his eyes fell on and watched with adoration from a distance for years and fearful of approaching.

But here you were having your senses being lost by the experienced hips of your Lord driving into your heat to get you to climax. Elrond was loving the sensation of your walls clamping down on his cock and he missed it. He missed being tangled up in the sheets for hours making love and hearing the cries of his name tumbling past the most beautiful lips in existence. He lost that moment to experience another beautiful encounter, but he was being given another chance, which was why he didn’t hesitate to act when you presented yourself as a gift. Your nectarine voice that called his name now cried out at the immense pleasure, ‘My Lord, My Lord, My Lord’, as if you weren’t aware of what it did to him.

The power you gave him made his cock ache with the urge to fill you up, but he refused, choosing to release on your lower abdomen because he wasn’t sure if you’d be pleased with his choice of location.

“My Lord, I’m close, I can feel it.” you cried.

“I know, and I want you to cum for me. Can you do that again, or must we stop our lesson?” he asked with delicate concern as if he wasn’t going to make you cum whether you were able to or not.

Leaning down to press his chest against yours, your abused nipples rubbed deliciously as his body rocked with every slap of his hips against your thighs. Wrapped around his waist and your heel pressing into his back, you pushed him into your body to keep him from moving. You had the pleasure of feeling his muscles rippling under your touch as your fingers danced along his back searching for the right spot to sink your nails into.

The way his hips pumped into yours made his cock drag deliriously through your walls and it was making your head spin. Your Lord was pushing you to lose every ounce of knowledge he implemented earlier with each glide of his cock through your walls. His experience was his greatest weapon and his ability to locate your soft spot right off the bat. From the beginning of the entire session, his cock continuously abused it and made you spiral into ecstasy.

“Uh huh, please I-I’m cumming, please sir – ah.” Your pleading was cut off at the mention of ‘sir’ which pleased Elrond and urged him to speed up the motion of his hips. The slapping grew alongside the lewd squelching of his length sliding in and out, wetting itself in your essence as your juices flowed endlessly. His eyes flashed to where you two were connected and groaned at the sight of your puffy lips sucking him in every time he attempted to escape – it was enticing. 

He was growing hotter with each passing second his cock scraped along your walls. Your heat was growing exponentially alongside his and it scared him, he didn’t want to pull out, he wanted to remain buried and sink his cum deep within your womb and mark you as his. On natural instinct, he felt your heel sink deeper into his back and press him closer to you making his eyes widen at your actions and his hips stuttered.

“I want you to cum in me sir, please, I want you to fill me up.”

It was as if your words did something to Elrond because in no time, his hips faltered, and he felt himself tumbling into a spiral of flames. The core of the pit of flames burned him and as he cascaded into ecstasy, grunting and groaning your name in a series of shouts. The heat was outed by your cool waters bursting from your dams, melting the flames and bringing a higher euphoric infatuation within his chest. His hips twitched and shook as he released himself, clinging onto you for dear life with his head buried in between your breast, listening to your heartbeat.

Silence filled the room saved for your ragged breathing. Your hands on his back ran up and down, drawing patterns into his skin as he remained lodged in your heat, listening to your heart beating. The deep thump-thump of your heart calmed his erratic heartbeat and spoke a different tune. He was familiar with the melody; he’d heard it a thousand times before and knew its meaning. He was a healer after all.

No one said a thing, not you or him, even though he had a million questions racing through his head. His hands that once held your breast now wrapped themselves around your waist wanting to keep you close to him as possible. Lifting his head from your bosom, he looked up to meet your concerned stare, it was full of worry and fright. Retracting himself from your hold, he looked down and lifted his lips to smile and then drop them before you could notice. Reaching out his hand, he took yours and raised you upright before removing himself from your heat. There was a soft sigh that fell from both your lips as he withdrew from your heat followed by a grimace from you when you felt his release trickling out. You didn’t think it would feel that uncomfortable despite how euphoric it was when inside.

Sitting on the edge of his table, you watched as Elrond silently fluttered around the room, grabbing his clothes and yours while his lips moved rapidly. You couldn’t make out what he was saying, it was beyond your hearing capacities as an elf. Though, the frown on his face told you that he wasn’t pleased with today’s events. Elrond returned to your side to assist you off the table and clean yourself up before redressing your clothes onto your body. His hands flitted about the place, ensuring that not a hair was out of place to prevent raising alarms, but many were aware of the activities their Lord was conducting.

“Have I done something wrong my Lord, you’re not speaking to me which means I have?” your eyes trailed his body nervously waiting for some outburst from him, instead, he only cast you a soft smile.

“You’ve done nothing wrong, my dear.” He responded.

“You regret it don’t you? Is it because I’m your student and you, my Lord?” you inquired. Your eyes were filled with water, and you did everything you could to blink them away not wanting him to notice.

“…regret? Not at all my dear, I’m just amazed by your performance, that’s all. You’re excelling well, do you not think so?” his voice was still gentle as he questioned you while redressing himself.

Casting your eyes over to him, you paused to watch as he threw on his shirt and tunic before dusting off his robe and layering it over his body. He remained silent the entire time you observed him, waiting for your response. He had enough time to completely tidy up himself including his hair and reposition his circlet before he returned his focus to you standing near his desk. Your face held confusion as the question repeated in your head and you struggled to obtain a suitable answer to please him, but Elrond was able to see.

“You’re not sure, aren’t you? It’s alright my dear, it means I get to continue my teaching with you if that’s alright.” He spoke with a smile in his voice. He understood that not everyone understood their potential easily and it just so happened to be like that for you. Fortunately, you had an excellent teacher who wished for your success; thus, he would continue his special teaching lessons as you return daily.

“I’m sorry, it’s just all too confusing…I felt I forgot everything already.” You replied.

His hands were currently cupping your pillowy cheeks, rubbing his thumb over the expanse and when he was done, he took advantage of the situation and leaned in to give you another breathless kiss. His body pressed into yours where you could have sworn to have felt his erection grazing your lower abdomen. From your cheeks, his hands travelled lower to your waist, gripping it firmly and tugging your body closer than ever. His lips broke free from yours leaving a string of saliva hanging between you two. As you look into his eyes, you were surprised by the dark look his eyes conveyed.

“I’m not pleased that you’ve forgotten what I thought you student. I’m almost attempted to bend you over this table and reteach…however, I’ll see you tomorrow for lessons bright and early.” He whispered with a hint of excitement as a hand trailed upwards to rest around your throat and give a light warning squeeze.

Widening your eyes as the new course of pleasure surged through your body, you couldn’t help but rub your legs together as if you weren’t oversensitive from the previous encounter. This was exactly the response Elrond wanted, riling you up and then making his move.

“Sir…” you whimpered.

“Or…why don’t you return to your chambers, and I’ll be there shortly to quiz you. Let’s see what you forgot so I'll know how to approach tomorrow, fifteen minutes. On your way.” He released you and stepped away allowing you to run out of the room and straight to your chambers knowing fully well that he was going to have a blast quizzing with a few more rounds.

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A Bond That Keeps Us

Eonwe x reader

Kinktober 2022: Breeding Kink

A/N: I have been recently obsessed with the idea of Eonwe having Avian traits which are obviously shown in this fic. Heads up on the overly long plot before the smut.

Warnings: fembod, breeding/impregnation kink (the entire fic is about breeding; it’s heavy), pinning, manhandling, predatory instincts, heat, mating ritual, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, passing out, knotting, cockwarming

Word Count: 8.1k

Synopsis: Eonwe's usual request to travel south during springtime was rejected leaving him with no other choice but to avoid you. Terrified of having you learn the truth, the Elder King wasn't having any of his behaviour and decided to intervene on your behalf.

You noticed the change in his behaviour the moment he returned from one of his meetings with his Lord Manwe. There was a foul stench in the atmosphere as his presence ghosted through the doors and flew up the staircase into his room. It was unusual given that he’d always walk directly to your form, no matter where you were sitting, and bring you in for a hug encasing his ethereal white wings around you both to form a cocoon before rubbing noses against each other to bring you in for the gentlest kiss. His lips always felt like kissing clouds, not quite there but tender and soft, before he deepened it as he lifted you off the surface your body was perched upon. But not today, or tomorrow, or the day after – Eonwe had dematerialised from your sight without granting you some form of a hint of his whereabouts.

It wasn’t exactly strange behaviour from him, you understood there were times when the boisterous and exuberant herald of the King of the Valar suffered his mood swings and refused to be within your personal spacings to tarnish your high-spirited aura. He would make himself vanish from your sight until you stumble upon him in the highest room of the palace, perched on the railings with his wings ruffled to signify he wasn’t pleasant. There were times when his mood was caused by his Lord's directive orders that would keep him away from you for months. In the beginning, Eonwe had never found the separation heart-wrenching as you would describe it, but in the later years, as time flew and physical affections were introduced, Eonwe took his words back in a heartbeat. He would cling to you for dear life whenever he returned from trips complaining about never leaving your side for so long ever again.

Could it be that his Lord gave him a directive order that had him sulking? You didn’t bother him for three days despite wanting to break down his doors and demand to know the cause of his mood, instead, you left him alone constantly staring at his door as you return to yours every night. There weren’t any signs of him on the grounds or with Thorondor or even with Illmare. He was nowhere to be seen flying high above and throwing flower petals from the sky as he once saw in a play – he was determined to re-enact that sequence with you. As the days turned into a week, you were considering his lack of appearance to be him disappearing on one of his missions and just refusing to inform you because of his displeasure.

Sitting near the fountains of the palace grounds, your back was pressed against the bark of the cherry blossoms to ease the coldness of the spring breeze. Their petals fell everywhere around you, and your hands made quick work to gather them into your lap as you busied yourself with making another floral realistic artwork. Placing all your focus into lining the petals onto the board, your thoughts were broken by the angelic voice of your lover’s Lord, Manwe. Lifting your head to follow the sound, you observed as he stepped out of the shade and into Arien’s rays, blinding your eyes as her light enhanced the whites and blues he wore.

“Little one, why do you appear sullen?” his voice was as gentle as soft rose petals that trailed upon your skin as he spoke. His words were companied by a concerned smile which overshadowed a teasing smile as if he knew why you were upset.

Scrambling in the most unfashionable manner, you dropped your artwork and bowed before the Lord of the Airs and greeted him with much enthusiasm you were able to muster, “My Lord, forgive for appearing displeased. I was just…thinking.”

You ended your response with a nod as though you were reassuring yourself instead of your Lord, but Manwe was able to see through your façade and knew that it was Eonwe troubling your soul. After all, it was he who had the final say in his herald’s current mission and knew that Eonwe was not entirely pleased with his Lord’s decision. Knowing his herald, the poor bird hadn’t informed you on anything and left to bubble in his displeasure. Offering you a smile, Manwe raised his hand to alert you that you should not have to apologize for your sullen mood.

“Little one, there is no need for you to apologize for your down aura, everyone is allowed to be sad at a time in their life.”

“I know my Lord, but it does not – it’s just…it’s Eonwe.” You weren’t going to make mention of him to his Lord, but he was on your mind and the lack of knowledge was bothering. Perhaps if you were to inquire with his Lord, some information might be dispelled, and your gloomy mood would lift. Keeping your head cast downwards, you twiddled with your fingers and bit your lip as you awaited Manwe’s response, hoping that you did not anger him. The wind was still blowing gingerly, with no increase in its pace thus it was safe to say that he was still in a responsive and pleasant mood.  

“My herald? My herald done something to make you tremendously upset? Not something he would do – come.” He opened his arms at the end of his response, allowing his robes to lift from the ground and widened as he spoke. One hand reached outwards and waited for your smaller ones to rest within his so he could guide you to an answer.

Leaving your artwork behind, you walked alongside Manwe as his hand held yours and he guided you through the halls. You both passed numerous rooms as he took you to the far west wing of the palace, the half with the empty rooms which served no purpose besides collecting dust. You didn’t understand where he was taking you, maybe to sit and have tea with him and talk your problems out – he once did so when you and Eonwe experienced your first argument. However, the elegant King flew over the ground and eased you along with him through grand ballrooms and staircases and past many corridors until he stopped at the end of the hallway that lead to one door in the end.

“He is in there, but I must inform you, he is not the same as you knew him to be.” Looking at you as he spoke, there was a musical chuckle at the end when your face contorted into pure confusion.

“I-I don’t understand what you mean my Lord. What do you mean by ‘he is not the same as I knew him to be’? Had something happened to him?”

“Yes, something did happen to him, and I administered him a cure, however, he refuses to acknowledge my help.”

A gasp had escaped your mouth as you stared horrified at Manwe and then cast your head to Eonwe’s door. Immediately, your body moved to cover the distance to approach his room before Manwe’s voice rang out again, “I must urge you to proceed with caution. This is no ordinary condition he has obtained, though, it is one commonly found among birds.”

“Birds?” you puzzled, only to be ignored by Manwe as he simply casted a mischievous smile.

Dipping his head to express his departure, Manwe waved his hand out to you and retreated down the halls from where you came. Staring at his departing figure, your brain was hurting from the bare minimal information that your Lord had provided – nothing made sense. There were times he would speak and even your lover had complained about his lack of coherent speeches; almost every phrase that slipped past his lip was a parable. Your hands had risen to rub at your temples at the oncoming pain the more you attempted to unscramble his parables, but when you realized at you weren’t going to get anywhere, your body turned to face Eonwe’s door and bound towards it.

Your palms were sweaty, and your body was trembling, not from nervousness but out of fear of his condition. What if you couldn’t get him to take the cure, that meant he would die, and you refused to let that happen? Taking a deep breath from your stomach, you exhaled and lifted your right hand to knock thrice, calling out to him while your left was twisting the doorknob and pushing the door open. What you saw when your head peeked through the crack was beyond bewildering – the room was a mess. Feathers were strewn across the floors, the sofas were overturned, and all dragged to the corner of the room where the floor-length windows were wide opened, and sheets were thrown over the sofas and some scattered on the floor. The room appeared as though a storm had ripped through the peaceful ambience and torn it apart with violent intentions.

Shutting the door with a soft click, your light pitter-patter of footsteps was silence across the room but not for your lover who sat perched on the opposite end, hidden from your line of sight and watched in great desire as you presented yourself for his taking. There were large feathers among the miniatured-sized ones that spoke volumes – they were Eonwe’s feathers. Was he shedding, though you don’t recall him shedding his feathers this time of the year since you would help care for them as an act of affection as his mate? Your footsteps ceased their motion when you came to stand directly before what seemed to be a makeshift bed. Now that you were up close, you noticed pillows were lined around the sides, almost as if it was encasing the warmth. It reminded you of the forts you would build with him during thunderstorms.

“You reek of him?”

Jumping out of your skin, the deep voice that most certainly did not belong to your lover echoed behind you from the dark. Turning your head first, your body following after, your eyes fell upon the darkened portion of the room and were only able to make out the faint outline of a figure sitting on a high piece of furniture – Eonwe. Ushering to move closer, his voice rang out again, this time, stopping you in your tracks completely.

“Stay where you are, do not come closer for your safety.” His voice was like honey as he spoke, and it stirred your insides. You didn’t know his voice could have gone that deep.

“E-Eonwe, my sweet songbird, what is going on? Why is the room like this? Why are you hiding from me? Have…Have I made you upset?” at the last question, his eyes widened at the hurt in your voice. His intentions were to never hurt you, only to keep you safe from his turmoil. He knew you would be scared for life if ever you found out about his condition, and so, he kept his distance. But when he smelt you down the corridor coming his way, his bird brain kicked into overdrive and forced him to create this masterpiece in hopes of impressing his mate. Everything had to be perfect for you to accept should he succeed in with his plan, there was no mistake in you denying.

It was an immense struggle for him to focus and think straight with you standing less than eight feet away. It was easy for him to swoop in and throw you onto the bed, ravishing you and curing his condition, but he didn’t want to suffer the backlash, it would scar him for life.

“I’m…unwell.”

“I know this, your Lord Manwe informed me that you refused to take a cure. Why? Don’t you want to become better; you could die?”

“Oh, my sweet little dove. My sweet little confused dove…” he drifted off into tantalizing laughter. You were so innocent of the changes in his behaviour that you forgot he had multiple bird-like tendencies and the most important one. The question on his mind was to either break the truth to you or let you discover on your own. The longer you stayed, your scent permeated the room soaking every fabric and filling his senses with honeysuckle. He could feel his chest reverberating as he anticipated your moves, wanting to bury his nose in every crack and crevice.

“Eonwe, just please tell me what’s going on.” you cried with great fear in your voice because he was taking it for a joke.

Continuing to chuckle, his bird side enjoyed toying with you like predator and prey. You were absolutely divine and delicious; how could he not play with his meal, “You…You know that I’m a bird right?”

“…yes.”

“And that I have bird-like traits and behaviour?”

“Where are you going with his?”

“I’m a bird darling, I do everything a bird does. From singing and dancing to attract you, puffing my feathers up to…spring. What do birds in spring?”

Cocking your head to the side in confusion, you understood that he had numerous bird-like traits but were not entirely sure what he was getting at. Yes, he sang and brought you colourful stones and items he found while flying as gifts and he gets jealous whenever other birds are flocking to you, but what was so special about spring? What did spring and birds have so greatly in common? “Don't you all return from migration after winter and build homes and such?”

“Yes, but not exactly, we…ugh…how do I put this dove. Fuck. We fuck during springtime and like a bird, I experience my heat and the urge to mate with you since you are my mate. However, it has never come on like this…it’s stronger than before. Maybe it’s because I’ve been ignoring it…” Eonwe wanted to flop after having to tediously explain his natural phenomenon to you. This could have been avoided had his Lord just allowed him to make his usual trip every year, but no, the Elder King just had to intervene and force him to stop running.

Your cheeks were flushed with fever as your lover spoke about what he wanted to do to you every spring. You were his mate and he wanted to seal the bond with you once and for all. To lock you together until the end of time, for eternity. You found it sweet and endearing that he desired you but was upset about him not coming forth.

“You’ve been ignoring your heat...for years? All those times you've disappeared during spring... was because of your heat. Why didn’t you just tell me you needed to mate instead of running away Eonwe, I would have helped – wait, the cure and the condition that Lord Manwe spoke of was…”

“Yes dove, you’re the cure to my condition. If I mate with you, the pain will subdue until my heat wears off.”

“How long?”

Did you really want to know just how long he was going into heat? “How long do I disappear during spring?”

Widening your eyes in horror at the dawn of the time frame, you were setting yourself up if you really and truly wished to provide assistance to your bird lover, “Like a whole month.”

“Not exactly, I just stay away for that long for extra security, but it’s for two weeks. So far, a week has passed and…I’ve been alone dealing with it…” you could hear the rise in his breathing as his words trailed off. He was struggling to maintain his composure because he’d been fucking his hand for over a week to reduce the fire raging within but for the worse reason, it wasn’t sedating his hunger; he needed you to out the fire.

“T-Two weeks! You spend two weeks alone when you could have asked me for help Eonwe. I would have done something instead of letting you torture yourself.” Your voice quivered at the realization of his suffering himself to sedate his heat in the most unnatural manner.

“It’s – It’s not as easy as you make it out to be little birdie, it’s much worse. Just two weeks – two weeks of me fucking yo – me fucking and wanting to mate, breed.” His voice was growing ragged and he was losing his consciousness the longer he sat there explaining himself. You were wide open for him to snatch and ravish and he wasn’t happy with just talking, he wanted to be fucking and filling you up.

“Oh – huh w-wait, breed as in children? You want to have a family?” you asked with a bit of hope and fear in your voice. You and Eonwe had been together for five years and you were patiently waiting for him to advance with marriage and perhaps children. If this was his way of indirectly stating that he wanted, then you’d be happy to oblige.

“W-Well not exactly – err yes, in a sense but not as well…it’s just my body’s natural urge, to breed you in hopes of conceiving.”

Twiddling with your thumbs as the conversation diminished, you found yourself being turned on by the idea of being bred until you had conceived. The thought prompted you to nervously cast your eyes on Eonwe’s figure hoping that he was able to read the signs you conveyed, and he did. Your pheromones were a beacon to his following movements and mixed with your arousal was the unmistakable scent of another male. His chest reverberated with a growl of dissatisfaction and possessiveness. Eonwe’s possessiveness wanted him to not just bred you for the sake of breeding, but to erase the scent of the other male, so they would know their place.  

Staring at you with slithered eyes, from where you stood his eyes appeared predatory as if he was planning his next move with precision and accuracy. Your question pushed his mind into convincing him that you wanted to mate, you wanted him to breed you till you were filled with his cum until you couldn’t take anymore. Feeling himself grow in excitement, he flew off the furniture and landed with grace, keeping his wings expanded as an act of his mating ritual – to make himself appear bigger and charming to lure you into him. Stepping out of the shadows and stalking over to you, your gasp reached his ear knowing that his little mate was impressed with his physique and features. Following up, the faint scent of your arousal was waffling through the air the longer you stared at his naked form.

Eonwe stood taller and stockier than previously, and his feathers glistened in the light. Shining in hues of silver, starting with white at the edges and growing darker as they neared his spine, they were puffier and larger. He appeared to your eyes as a feral wild bird – his tamed and well-kept hair was bed-ragged, and his electric eyes were a raging storm. His breathing was heavy-burdened and laborious as little fragments of Eonwe were still holding back from scaring you. Your eyes roamed his body in exquisite delight, taking in the changes in the noticeable aspects you were familiar with, except his cock. It dangled between his leg as if it were a third leg and his balls were heavy and filled with his seed. You had never seen his cock before so you couldn’t give a before and after comparison but all you knew was that it must have grown in size with his urge to mate.

“Have I impressed you mate of mine?” his voice pulled your eyes away from his cock with an obvious smirk at the edges.

“Hmph.”

Stepping closer, he was able to breathe in your arousal as it permeated the air; it was sweet and rich with want and need to be bred to perfection. Your womb was calling out to him to fill you up until you couldn’t move, to milk his cock and empty him for all that he was worth and Eonwe was more than happy to oblige. If his mate wanted his seed, he’d give it. Lifting a hand to brush your hair away from your neck, he felt the heat radiating from your body and the little trembles. He wanted to lean in and taste your skin, but he still had some control over what little remnants of his consciousness remained. He wanted to hear you give the order that he could have you to himself.

“Do you like the nest I made for us?” his eyes darted over to the makeshift bed he was planning to mate with you on.

“Nest?” at your reply, you saw how his wings deflated at the tone of voice you used. It was as if you had rejected his offer to mate with him, which was exactly what he presumed.

“I-It reminds me of the forts we would build during storms. I like it.” Giving a little chuckle that signifies you found it cute to get him to smile, his response was a series of light chirping and the flutter of his wings. You had never heard him chirp before, this was new from him, and you were guessing that it only came out during heat.

Returning your gaze onto him to already meet his eyes boring into your body, roaming over every covered hip and dip, you continued to gaze at his cock. It appeared painfully hard and in need of being put out of misery and you knew he was going to fuck you with it. You were hoping that it would fit because it looked far bigger than what you knew the size of the male genitals should appear like. Sizing it up, your insides were stirring and tickling at the idea of his cock being nestled deep within your womb, filling you up with his seed. The little fuzzy sensation growing between your legs urged you to shift on your feet to subdue the pain and it was your actions that caught Eonwe’s eyes along with the rise in arousal.

“I’m going to mate with you now…” you could hear the lighter tone of voice telling you that Eonwe was still around and fighting to prevent going feral on you, but it was what you would want.

Still fighting with his inner self, it won for a moment and caused Eonwe to waste no time in lifting his hands to the front of your dress and tearing it perfectly in half, shredding the garment. His hands eagerly tore the rest of your body as he struggled to remove it and wandered to the waistband of your underwear and did the same. Flinging the flimsy material across the room and complaining about the unnecessary need for clothes when you’re in his presence, his arms came from under and threw you over his shoulder as he strolled over to the bed. Dropping you onto the sheets, you realized that there were multiple mattresses resting on the joint sofas to make your coupling more pleasurable and comfortable. Your body bounced in great delight before Eonwe snatched your legs and tugged you down to the edge, knocking the wind out your chest before pushing your legs wide apart.

His movements were animalistic and feral, there was no gentleness or affection behind his touch, it was all with the urge to breed. Pushing your legs wide apart and into your chest, he was calculating how to go about his next moves. He could tell you were unblemished as he stared at your soft and delightful pink petals and diving in would bring you great pain given his new size. Holding your legs and pushing them further into your chest, you scrambled to find your grip in the sheets as he lifted your lower body into the air to meet his hot tongue. Squeals erupted from your lips as his warm tongue lapped up your essences like a thirsty dog drinking water for the first time in years. His tongue ran up and down your cunt, pressing long flicks into your clit to get you to produce more juices for him to consume. Eonwe’s face was buried in your cunt and stained with your arousal across his cheeks and chin.

He was wordlessly devouring your cunt, switching between long flicks to short rapid-paced flicks that made you convulsed in his hold. Your eyes rolled back into your head when his pacing changed dramatically. His tongue danced around your clit, his mouth clapped down on the entire bud and gave it the suck of a lifetime as though it were a pacifier. Shaking his head left and right and sucking away, you could openly testify and say that this was the best oral you were to ever receive in your life. His tongue was sending you into a frenzy and he was eating it up. All the noises you made, urged your mate to continue pleasuring you as he was. That was his second major concern, being able to satisfy you beyond your wildest dream.

“Ah, Eonwe – ngghh – fuck.” Your squeals were cut off when his lips released your clit and dragged themselves lower to dip his tongue into your entrance to collect all the juices you had stored in you still. He was going to drain you dry.

Hardening his tongue, he thrust the wet muscle into your cunt with vigour, wiggling it around once it was buried to listen to your gasps and cries of his name. The more sounds you made, the heavier his balls became with seed to breed you. It was becoming painfully heavy, and he had to release at least thrice before there was some sense of relief, but you came first, he had to deal with your situation at hand so you could take him with ease. Calculating his sequence of actions, he pushed his face even deeper into your cunt, taking in your scent and growling and grunting against it – you didn’t smell like anyone else. He was rutting his hips into the bed as his mouth was busy with sucking the life out of you, desperate the gain satisfaction, but he knew it was incomparable to the warmth his mate’s cunt would provide.

Images of his cock sinking into your tight, cunt and filling your womb until your child-bearing hips were widened to accommodate his child flashed vividly across his mind. All he wanted to breed you till you gave him a child; it was all his feral bird brain was chanting for him to achieve – not to let you leave his bed until he was sure you were caring his child. You were completely lost in ecstasy to understand the full purpose of his actions; it wasn’t to relieve his pain, but Eonwe would let your thoughts run wild until he was pounding away into your womb.

Feeling the fire in the pit of your abdomen growing wildly and spreading across your body, consuming you until nothing was left, Eonwe refused to let up his actions and tongue-fucked you through your orgasm and into another one, sending you into oversensitivity. Your legs were fighting in his grip to break free, but his grasp was firm and left floral indents on the fat of your thighs. Your back had bowed off the bed multiple times, and you were surprised that it wasn't broken from the onslaughter your feral lover was gifting you. No amount of cries of his name or pleas for him to ease up was enough to get him to pull away, he was doing so when he believed enough was enough.

Listening to the disgustingly pleasant sounds of him eating away at your cunt, you heard the unmistakable flaps of his wings as they stretched out, his plumes glistening in the golden sunset and casting a shadow over you. It stayed outstretched, trembling and fluttering as ripples of iridescent silver and gold danced across his large feathers. You were confused by what had taken place that would cause that reaction and your curiosity was rewarded when Eonwe finally decided to release your cunt from the restraints of his mouth and stood to tower above. Standing at the foot of the bed, his chest heaved as your juices dripped from his chin and fell onto the bed. A quick lick of his lips and his tongue lapped up all your juices, refusing to waste a drop. Panting just as tiredly as him, your eyes trailed lower and lower until you saw a white creamy substance coating his cock – he came while eating you out. Having a moment of revelation as you observed the condition of his cock, you became aware of what caused his wings to react the way they had.

Forcibly lifting your body off the bed to meet him, he crawled onto the bed and pushed you down with a firm shove, keeping his hand resting on your chest and growling. You thought he was threatening you, but his mating instincts assumed you were about to leave the nest he built for you both. He wasn’t fond of you leaving when he hadn’t even started.

“You’re not going anywhere until I say you can,” his electric blue eyes that you adore gazing into were gone and all that bored into yours were the depths of thunderous storms, “and we’re far from finished little dove. Your cunt needs to be filled with my seed.”

Running his hand down your chest to rest on your hips, he dug his fingers into them and flipped you over to lie on your stomach repositioning his hand on your back to keep you still. From where you lay, you could see the golden sunset casting its streaks of orange and golden rays across the sky and some filtering through the opened window to illuminate the spacious room. Those that fell into the room landed on your lover who towered behind you with his wingspan extended, enacting some sign of dominance, but to you it made him appear angelic – like some transcendent being. The shadow cast from his wings fell perfectly onto your figure and gave the impression of you have shadowed wings, compared to his light-coloured one.

As his hands press into your back, pushing you into the mattress, Eonwe raked his other hand from your waist down to your calves, running his nails that were practically talons across your skin. He was careful to not scratch you or draw blood because it was the last thing he wanted to do to his mate during his heat. Dragging his talons across your skin and watching with slanted eyes how you squirmed under his touch, he brought his left hand up to graze his nails over your heat. Just brushing the tip of his nails against your cunt made your body jerk in under his restraints from oversensitivity. Bringing a finger to your entrance, he retracted his nails as they dipped past your folds and slipped into your cunt, pushing his thick calloused finger deeper with every squeal you released. He didn’t thrust it or wiggle, he simply kept it there to bask in the pulsing sensation your walls emanated around his finger, using it as a tactic to make his balls grow even heavier than before to keep you in bed longer.

Once he was sure you were ready, ignoring the whimpering you released, he climbed onto the bed and sat between your legs with cock in hand and ran it up and down your folds. He was furiously biting his lips hard enough to draw blood and did when he leaned down to press his weight atop yours and sunk you into the mattress. His larger and much bulkier body lay atop yours, breathing in your scent as his nose nuzzled your neck and left bite marks across your skin. You had dropped your head into the mattress to suppress a moan when his hips shifted and his bulbous cock rubbed against your cunt, but Eonwe was quicker. He refused to let you hide your sounds of pleasure from him and bound a hand into your hair, tangling your strands into a chaotic bunch and tugging your head upwards for you to release your melodious mewls.

“Why hide your pretty noises from me dove? Don’t you know your mate wants to hear them? I want you to sing for me dove…loudly. Let everyone know that your mate was taking care of you well.” Whispering his seductive words into your ear, Eonwe’s other hand had wedged itself between you both to slip his cock into your soaked cunt.

The heavy silence echoed throughout the room as you both held your breaths when his cock slipped past your tight muscles, breaching your walls and opening you up further and further the more his cock travelled deeper. Your cunt contracted and relaxed around him in an attempt to adjust to his massive size, but no matter how much your walls fluttered around him, his cock was just overly large for your virgin cunt to handle. Eonwe wasn’t even completely buried, just a few inches in and your cunt was already stuffed, should he push the rest of himself in, he’d tear you in half, and he was desperate to completely fit. Clutching your hips and digging his talons into your flesh as he ground his teeth from the fluttering of your walls and twitching of your hips, Eonwe resounded a deep growl from his chest and it echoed off the walls, stopping you in your tracks.

His wings were constantly flapping as they felt the immense pleasure he was experiencing and slightly lifted his body off the bed causing his cock to slide out your heat. The loud whine that was emitted from your throat at the loss of his warmth made Eonwe’s hands scramble to pull your body off the bed to swallow his cock once more. He knelt behind you with your ass propped in the air by his hands and your upper half planted into the mattress face down. Biting back a hiss as he dragged his hips back to watch how your lips gripped his cock, Eonwe never thought that he would be blessed with such a magnificent sight. You were greedily sucking his cock and refusing to let him go which made perfect sense, your cunt recognized that it was your mate fucking you and wanted him to remain buried in your womb to give you his seed.

Laying there with tears slipping from your eyes, the burn from the stretch was too much for you to handle but it was delicious when his tip pressed against your soft spot. Your nails were digging into the sheets, clawing at the material without a care in the world on whether it ripped or not, right now you were being fucked good by a god. The rutting of his hips against yours as his cock finally drove its full length into your heat and wiggling it to push it deeper made you see the universe. The Lady Varda’s creation was more visible than ever for the first time as he drove into you like a mad man. With every slap of his hips against yours, you lurched forward only for him to pull you back onto his cock.

“Running from me dove, you should know better than to run from your mate. You can't run from my cock, you're going to take all that I'm giving.” His fried bird brain was reading everything out of portion and believing that you couldn’t take his thrusts – it was far from that. His thrusts were rearranging your insides and turning them into jelly. You weren’t sure if your guts would be intact when he was through with you.

The pita-patter of his heavy balls slapping against your clit as his cock drove and nudged its way against your walls had your eyes crossing. The mewls and cries of his name as his pounding increased were all motivation, ensuring him that he was pleasuring his mate well and that you wanted to be bred. The sounds of the sheet tearing beneath your nails fell deaf on his ears as the only sounds he was concerned with was your cries and his cock slipping in and out of your slippery cunt. The beautiful ring of cream had already formed at the base of his cock, and he made the pleasurable mistake off looking down to where you were connected and noticed it.

The sight was heavenly, and it made his hips stutter and twitch before you felt the first delivery of his cum flooding your walls. The volume of cum he released along with the sheer size of his cock sent you into a frenzy and your body spasmed around his length, clit untouched, and climaxed. Your own release mixed with his and coated his cock in white and a glistening glaze while your cunt was coated in his cum that spewed from your hole as his cock continued to drive in and out your cunt. How was he still hard?

“E-Eonwe, y-you’re still hard…ahh.” Your words were cut off by the harsh slap of his hips, making you collapse onto the bed and plant your face in the mattress.

“We'll finish when I say we can finish, and you’re not leaving until you're carrying my child,” he growled into your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

Before you had a chance to respond to his obscenely filthy words, he gripped your neck and pushed it into the sheets as he laid his entire body on yours and resumed dicking you down. He was going to sloppy fuck you into the nest he made until you were both rolling around in your essences and sweat. His goal was to have you smelling like him to ward off any unnecessary males – you belonged to him.

Pounding away at your mushy walls, you felt the flex of his muscles in his thighs as his hips moved and heard the feral grunts in your ear as his lips hovered nearby. So close to the shell of your ear, his hot breath was scolding the tip of your ear as he rested his head atop yours. Nudging his nose into your head to sniff your natural aroma, his head rubbed against yours affectionately while marking you with his scent. The pants he’d release were harmonic and it prompted fresh flows of juices to flow which increased the indelicate squelching from his cock pumping into you. You couldn’t help but drop your head into one of the nearby pillows and bite into it as your moans increasing grew so that you were sure the entire vicinity was aware of what you and Eonwe were up to, however, Eonwe didn’t appreciate your actions.

Stopping his hips, you screamed into the pillow from where his cock nestled itself in your walls as he ceased his thrusting. His cock was heavy and pressed itself against your soft spot, grazing against it as his body moved to snatch the pillow and throw it on the other side of the bed. Instead of resuming his thrusts, his head dropped to push the hair on your back out the way so he could litter your skin in nibbles and kisses. It was the first time he was tasting your honeysuckle skin since the entire session, and he swore under his breath at his lack of attention and care. Your skin was delicious, far sweeter than the fresh nectar from flowers or honey from beehives. The crisp spring waters from heaven could not compare to the saccharine on your skin.

The sensation of his mouth on your skin was driving you insane and you couldn’t take it anymore. If only you were given some manual to warn you beforehand of all the substantial pleasure you were going to receive, you would have spent at least a week in preparation. You couldn’t even tell which round you were on given that he came quickly due to his urgent desire to breed and retained his hardness. Your lips were coated in a heavy residue of cum as it gushed from your hole as his hips regained their momentum.

“Eonwe, please don’t stop,” you squealed as his hand on your neck yanked your head upwards and arched it to meet his hungry glare. His lips came down to capture yours in a dirty, salacious kiss, swallowing your moans and lips in one go. Tongue pushed past your lip with ease as his hips pounded away, jolting your body forward. Your tongues battled against each other or more like Eonwe dominated your tongue easily and pried your mouth open to suck on the muscle. His other hand trailed to your grope your ass, squeezing the fatness and mapping out the exquisite flesh before bringing a hand down to slap it. Breaking the kiss to let you gasp for air from his incessant pounding and spanking, Eonwe kept your head tilted upwards and locked his eyes with your doe eyes – the little starry and distance look he observed swelled his pride as your mate, he was doing an excellent job.

“I’m not stopping anytime soon darling, not when your pussy feels so good. All mine. Gonna fuck you for hours, dove, till you fucking beg me to stop. Gonna fill you up till you give me a baby. Isn’t that so dove?” he breathed out.

“Uh-huh, yes, fuck a baby in me Eonwe, please. Please, fill me up, fill me fucking up.” You didn’t care how whiney you sounded at that point. All that mattered what that you were being fucked into oblivion by a god-like being, and you were being fuck to perfection. You’d whine all day in his ear if it meant being given what you desired, and it would seem that Eonwe’s heat was making your brain delirious because you’d never spout half of the filth that came tumbling out your mouth.

Flinging your free hands to grab the edge of the sofa as his hips placement became erratic and faster as another high was approaching him, his hands shifted off your body to grip your hands as he pounded you into the sheets. Your mouth was hanging open and chanting incomprehensible mumblings that made his movements increase. His mouth was still hovering above your head, and you were able to listen to every climatic sound he made, especially your name. He was chanting your name especially, and it made butterflies erupt in the pit of your stomach. Your name tumbled from his mouth like God’s nectar, heavenly and sinfully delightful.

“I know you’re close, I can feel you. Gonna cum all over my cock for me dove. Gonna let me stuff you up.” he groaned.

Whimpering like you were the one in heat, his name fell continuously from your lips like prayers as you felt the fire tumbling and coursing throughout your body as his poundings twitched and stuttered. His hips stilled and remaining balls deep inside your cunt, the moan angelic moan Eonwe released as his cum spilt past your walls and flooded your womb. Your eyes rolled back at the extra sensation and prompted you to tremble under his larger body, convulsing into the mattress as you felt his cock swell and widen your walls to form some sort of plug to prevent his cum from slipping out. The expanding of your muscles forced you to cry out in pain which gained Eonwe’s attention and moved him to provide comfort to his mate.

“Shh, I know, I know dove, it hurts and I’m sorry – but it’s to ensure my seed remains.” He spoke tenderly as he nuzzled his face against yours, brushing his lips along your jaw and littering kisses into the flesh with some nibbles to distract you from the still swelling of his cock. Proportionally to his swelling, you could still feel ropes of his cum being dispelled into your womb, giving your lower abdomen a chubby punch.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Eonwe…” you cried in distress.

He hated seeing you in pain because he knew that his swelling wasn’t going to reduce anytime soon, thus you were going to be uncomfortable for a long while. Releasing his hold on your hands, he wrapped them around your waist and rolled over so you could both lie on your sides comfortably. Keeping his hands on your waist firmly, he grounded his hips into yours, grinding his cock to assist with reducing the burning pain where his cock was swollen. It was the most he could do while stroking your hair and whispering sweet nothings into your ear to calm your erratic breathing. You were too distressed, and it was fretting him.

“It’ll go away soon, the pain would stop soon dove, it’s only short.” He attempted to soothe you and himself because it was the first time he laid with anyone, so he wasn’t exactly sure how his heat was to occur.

Tracing patterns into your skin, his fingers danced intricately along your arms and travelled to your lower abdomen where his cock and cum were nestled. Running his fingers lightly across the bulging skin, an ears-splitting grin could not help but stretch across his face at the volume of his seed lodged within your womb, the chances of you bearing his child were even higher. He knew that his heat was far from finished and if he were to keep up his heavy flow of release, he was for certain that you would conceive at the end. His excitement couldn't help but draw chirping from his throat as he revelled in the endless possibilities.

“What has you so happy?” you inquired.

Not wanting to reveal the fact unto you yet, Eonwe opted to hum and give a nonchalant reply, “Nothing really, just pleased that I’ve finally engaged with you after many years.” And he was not lying about that. It was no dream of his to mate with you for the five years you’ve been courting, and now that his dream became a reality, Eonwe wasn’t ready to wake up for it yet. He desired to have more and more until his body crumpled and gave out.

“I love you.” It was spoken by you both before Eonwe watched as you shifted within his arms to fall asleep – he was content.

Before the night was over, Eonwe had dragged the bed closer to the window so he could press your body against the glass and spread you open to his liking. With ease, he was able to lift you up and down his cock with your back against his chest and your thighs resting in the crook of his elbows. Lips attached to your skin and violating it in a series of violent purple bruised appeared most beautiful artwork on your skin in Eonwe’s eyes. The bulge your stomach held was impossible to miss from the incessant volume of cum Eonwe’s body was able to produce.

You had passed out from the back-to-back fucking as his heat came on hotter during the night and demanded him to go for hours. Unable to keep up, you had a blackout while he was still finishing up to find his release, only to awake to the feeling of a feathery touch dancing across your skin. It was Eonwe’s feathers encasing your body and his like a cocoon to protect you from the rest of the world – his form of protection during mating. You were now facing him head-on, guessing that he had turned you round after your most previous round if when you passed out was the previous round. His talons were curled away from your face as his knuckles stroked your cheek apologetically.

“I would seem that I have overdone it dove. Forgive me, I forgot that you couldn’t keep up.” he chuckled with tones of teasing underlying.

Blinking away the sleep and still hazy, the most you were able to mumble before returning to dreamland was, “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m glad that I was able to help.”

Feeling touched by your sentimental words, all Eonwe could do was hope that you won’t go running when you learned that today was just day one of sedating his heat and that he had six more days to go…of breeding you to perfection.

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Choose Me, Not Him

Finrod x reader

Kinktober 2022: Jealous Sex/Bathtub Sex

Warnings: fembod, Celegorm being all flirty, males of the house of Finwe being their typical possessive selves, bathtub sex, soft dom! Finrod, calling Finrod King, aftercare

Word Count: 6.2k

Synopsis: The King of Nargothrond never thought that he would confess to you in such an unruly (pleasurable) manner.

Glancing above the rim of his wine glass as he rose it to his lips for a deep swig, Finrod glared at the ongoing interactions between you and his infamous kinslaying cousin, Celegorm. Of all the people you could associate yourself with on such a fine and excitement-filled night, the Feanorian. You could have chosen to spend it with him, which is what you were supposed to be doing given that he extended the invitation personally to you at your bedroom door. Instead, you’ve ignored his presence and sat alongside his silver-haired cousin who constantly gazed at you with the unmistakable lust swimming in his orbs as the conversation grew and the proximity between you both shrunk. Tightening his grip on his glass as he continued to look on, he observed how Celegorm would lean into your personal space every time he spoke, and your response was a broken smile as your brain short-circuited at the handiwork (so he assumed).

Breathing heavily, Finrod could feel his blood pressure rising with each passing minute despite being the least favourable jealous cousin. Not one for experiencing jealousy due to his friendly, cheery nature, anyone monitoring the King would notice the sullen look crossing his face as his direction of focus was solely on you both.

Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, his temper slowly rose at a snail’s pace as Celegorm leaned in to whisper into your ear, brushing a few strands of hair away from your neck in the process. The little shiver that racked through your body which signalled to Finrod that you enjoyed his touch, made him grind his perfect pearly whites. The little signs of his blue-green coloured orbs were retracting with each passing second and being replaced by midnight blue. The depths of the ocean could be seen should one gazed into his eyes and surely they would drown. Continuing to look on, he saw you throwing your head back, laughing at some sexual joke Celegorm spouted to you while licking his lips at the clear view of your throat. No longer able to take the torture playing out before him, Finrod rose from his seat almost gracefully and departed from the table wordlessly.

With every step that he took, his hands fisted his robes itching to tear at them, but he was aware of the time and effort his seamstresses placed into creating his garment. That would be unpleasant for them. Instead, his hands curled into fists at the sides of his robes, and he stood tall and rigid, muscles tense and swollen from the anger and praying that he didn’t perform any impulsive acts after the spectacular show. Finrod wanted nothing more than to march back inside and rip you out of Celegorm’s hold and into his own. For too long he’s been attempting to make advances and it would seem that tonight, his cousin would be successful before he ever got the chance to admit his feelings. Why weren’t you chatting with him and laughing at his jokes? Why weren’t you looking at him with that hazy look you gave Celegorm, or shivered at any contact he gave?

He didn’t want to give you up so quickly. What happened to the brave and daring Finrod who feared nothing, not even his own cousins? Would he allow tonight to be the last and final act which would determine the outcome between you both?

As if on instinct, the mahogany doors flung open to reveal you with rose-coloured cheeks and starry eyes searching the room and looking for your favourite elf. Standing near the staircase with his back turned, your footsteps quickened once you recognized the familiar outline but were cut short by the tug of a hand in the opposite direction. The grip held on your dainty wrist was rough and calloused and spoke in great volumes – possessiveness. You weren’t able to put up much of a fight against the pull, but you shrieked once the grip tightened and dragged you closer. Stumbling over your feet and crashing into the firm, muscular chest, the other arm trailed upwards to hold you firmly against them and press you into their embrace.

Looking up, you came face to face with Celegorm who bore a pouty look plastering his handsome features. The light from the chandelier cast five o’clock shadows and made him appear all the more dangerous but alluring. However, as much as you were drawn in by his rugged features and presence from earlier interactions, you still yearned for the company of your King. You wanted the soft presence, angelic presence of Finrod. The warm and bubbly smiles, intoxicating laughter and golden sunshine.

“Let Y/N go Tyelko.” And so your knight in shining armour came to rescue you. You turned your neck stiffly to view the source of the voice behind you and watched as he stood upright with a frown marring his face.

“Why should I, they were in the presence of my company all night and they should continue to do so. We were just about to leave to have some fun.” The gleam of lust was dancing like flames in his pupils. Bright flames that required no spark or fuel, they could light themselves whenever they pleased, like now. The grip around your waist tightened uncomfortably as if to prove his point and rub the meaning in the King’s face, but Finrod stood righteous without backing down. Taking great stride across the room, he before Celegorm, shorter than the other male and less bulky but in no way fearful of him. He was standing on his grounds, in his own Kingdom.

“I think you should let Y/N decide that for themselves, furthermore, you are in the presence of the King. You ought to watch how you speak to me, Tyelko.” And so, a great silence fell over them both. Two alpha males, one whom you knew excluded the aura and the other unsure off, stood baring their teeth to one another. It was only a matter of time before one was declared victor, but who. You knew Celegorm was of that calibre to upstage anyone who didn’t agree or disturbed him, but this was Finrod’s Kingdom, and he was King. Would the king allow his cousin to easily upstage him through embarrassment?

“Y-Your Majesty –”

“– Finrod. It’s Finrod and…are you – do you wish to spend the night with Celegorm?” and so, his pensive stare flashed to you but changes into a softened gaze you held. You could see the sadness swimming in his beautiful eyes with anger in the mix. It was a strange sight to behold considering Finrod was never someone who openly expressed his displeasure. Whenever you were in his presence, it was always a silver lining in grey clouds.

Holding his gaze for some time, you missed the taunting smile that Celegorm flashed at Finrod at the lack of your silence. Believing that he had won the decision, he wasted no time in making the attempt to walk away with you in his arms only for you to protest.

“No, wait! I-I want to stay the night with him, I came looking for him because he left…” your voice fell but the silence was loud enough to irritate Celegorm and plaster Finrod’s face with a smile. Wiggling out of Celegorm’s reluctant grasp, Finrod had stepped forward to pry you out of his hold and take you into his warm and soft arms.

You couldn’t help but melt as soon as he had his arms around your body and learn that the King was not as timid and weak as he appeared. The layer of muscles that rested under his robes, moved like silk as he flexed his muscles around your waist, firmly keeping you close to him and away from his dangerous cousin. It felt relieving to have you in his arms, long has he wished to hold you close and cherish you the way he would like to if you would give him the chance to propose. But tonight, he held you for different reasons that caused his blood to boil.

“Dear cousin, you should understand that Y/N wishes to spend their time with me and respect their request. Now, if you will excuse us, we have elsewhere to be.” Giving Celegorm a gentle smile that said more behind his eyes, Finrod turned with you in his arms and placed you before him, giving you a small nug to take lead. You didn’t wish to be out of his arms, but he was the King and there were behaviours that would be frowned upon should anyone notice you draping about him. Choosing to remain close, you walked almost glued to his skin, side by side and followed his movements as he moved towards the staircase.

“Tsk, bastard,” Celegorm’s whisper was way beyond the hearing capacity of Finrod, but his voice raised for the next words to ring out clearly to rile the swan-like King, “Y/N, I’ll see you later. Ensure that she reaches her room in one piece your Majesty.”

The sneer behind his tone was conniving enough for Finrod to hold his footings at the base of the staircase and swirl around to stare daggers at his cousin. Pulling away from you and briskly strolling over to the silver-haired feral male, for once, Finrod appeared as though he towered above his cousin as he spoke lowly and down at him. Dropping his voice an octave, you couldn’t make out anything that was being spoken between the two, but all you know what that Celegorm’s smirk dropped, and his face morphed into seriousness.

“Let me make something clear cousin, you are living under my roof, my Kingdom – you ought to be very careful with your word choices. As easily as I welcomed you, I can dismiss you if you prove to be a problem. What I do with Y/N is our business, she chose me.”

For the first time in Celegorm’s life, he felt some level of fear exuding from the threat his soft and chirpy cousin was dishing out. Staring him in his eyes to test the waters and attempt to dissuade Finrod, Celegorm was met with emptiness, there wasn’t anything he could use to defend himself. Not waiting for any response, Finrod spun on his heels aggressively, hair whirling dramatically and robes flaring up and returned to you. Holding his hand out, an action he would never perform boldly, you took it and allowed him to drag you up the staircase, leaving an angered Celegorm.

Trailing behind the King, you marvelled at the hand you were holding and how much larger it was than yours. There were little callouses to them but other than that, they were smooth and soft – a feeling you would love to become acquainted with more often. Bending the corners hastily and pulling you along, you weren’t aware of where he was taking you until you heard the twisting of a knob and the scent of vanilla waffling through your nose – your room. Finrod walked himself into your room as though it were his and he’d traversed it many times before gingerly tugging you along to follow him. As soon as the door was shut, Finrod spun around to brace you against the cold wood, cornering you like an injured animal. There was so much confusion swirling in the midnight blue of his pupils, you opened your mouth to question him before he could.

“Are you alright? Your eyes, they’re different.” You sounded so shy yet concerned for his well-being as you inched your face closer to his as you spoke.

“Yes, I’m fine. It’s just…earlier I-I didn’t like how close – do you like my cousin? I didn’t…interrupt something between you two?” the sadness that left his voice and the sorrow and heartbreak that reflected in his eyes made you wish that the floor could open up and swallow. You weren’t aware of your interaction with Celegorm earlier would cause Finrod to become dull. He had lost the light that shone in his eyes and hair and was seeking reassurance. You knew the King liked you, but you never realized how far your actions would have pushed him to feel.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you; it was never my intention. I – that’s why I came looking for you, I wanted to spend time with you, but you were gone, and he just came out from nowhere –” lifting his hand up to cut you off, you watched as the corners of his lips lifted to show a fragment of a smile. He was somewhat pleased with your response, but it didn’t stop the fact that Celegorm still didn’t understand his place.

“ – I just want to ask one thing, if that’s alright with you,” taking a step back, he straightened his posture and dropped his hands to his side, “Do you – do you like me?”

Nodding your head while beaming at him brightly despite his face appearing sullen, you stepped close to him, quick to reach out to take him softer hands in yours. “I do, I do like you a lot Finrod. I don’t like your cousin if that’s what you think.”

Staring at the hand you were holding and listening to your reply, the words took some time to reach his brain since his focus was on the hand you were holding. He watched as you picked it up and gave it a light squeeze before bringing it to your lips for a peck. It was then, your words resounded in his head, ‘I like you a lot’ and a smile of realization grew upon his face. His lips stretched until they formed a blinding smile and you saw his eyes and hair and aura shining through. Taking the same hand that you held, he encased his fingers around yours and used it as leverage to pull you into his arms for a hug, squeezing his happiness into you.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you so much. I love you as well, though, I thought I was too late after…tonight.”

“I’m truly sorry about that, it’s just that his jokes were really funny that I couldn’t help but laugh.” You spoke sheepishly while fidgeting with the fabric of your dress, but to Finrod, the memory of Celegorm didn’t sit well with him. It caused a flame to burn in his chest – jealousy – and it was the least expected emotion he believed he would suffer. Allowing his mood to be soured by Celegorm’s actions, he heaved and unwind his arms from around your figure.

“Will you inform him that you are taken?”

“I will, he’s passing by later as he announced, so I’ll let him know.”

Passing by later. Passing by later not to speak with you, but an attempt to have you himself. If only you knew how dangerously charming the Feanorian was, you would never open your door to him. You would never invite him inside to speak, you would avoid him because when his mind was set, he accomplished all he desired.

Finrod's thoughts were loud enough for you to see them written across his face and before you could act, his mouth moved on its own as a thought evaded the gentle King’s mind.

“I have a better idea how to announce to him that you are taken.”

If you had known the predicament you were going to get yourself into after the King sent a playful smile in your direction when he dropped his idea, you still would have agreed. You didn’t know how the innocent and sweet-tongued King was able to convince you, but somehow he did and complaining was the least of your worries from the way he had you. There was no better place you would consider yourself to be than in the arms of the King in your grandiose bathtub, flushed and naked against his chest while one arm was holding your face to lock lips with him, and the other was busy fondling your cunt. His delicate and nimble fingers opened you up like you were a fragile flower, taking his time to toy with your fold and running a finger through it until it stopped at your clit to give your bud light touches. His fingers ghosted over your clit, teasingly brushing against it and provoking whines to escape your throat which his lips devoured greedily.

He couldn’t help but kiss your inviting lips, in fact, he couldn’t help himself from kissing you at all. Your dainty lips were calling out to him for the years that he loved you and he had found himself attached to the softer petals upon your face that he spent a good ten minutes kissing you until they were swollen and flushed with fever. Despite the redden, swollen image they portrayed, it most certainly did not stop Finrod from capturing them into another delicate kiss that made butterflies form in your stomach. His kisses as you’ve learned were always mild even if he was eagerly undressing and excitedly roaming his hands across your body. Waiting for the right moment as if he had already mapped out your body, Finrod chose the rightest moment to press his finger against your clit earning a series of gasps from you to then slip his tongue into your mouth.

You found it hard to focus with the skilful finger on your clit, rubbing your nub with accuracy, and the proficient tongue dancing with yours. He easily danced with yours, nothing overly forceful or possessive as you would have assumed since jealousy was the force driving his motives. His kiss was feathery and graceful, and you could not help but sigh into his mouth every time his tongue would touch yours. As for his fingers, with precision they rubbed your clit, taking it between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it around making your body arch. You buckled off him and had it not been for his arm secured around your waist you would have slipped out of his grasp.

“Does it feel good nin lóth?” he inquired as he looked upon your ethereal form shaking and gasping in his arms from the pleasure he so freely gave.

Unable to form any coherent words, all you were able to do was nod with a whine slipping past your lips when his finger left your clit and encircled your entrance. He was testing the waters and teasing you at the same time and was still able to keep himself calm despite the rigid erection pressing into your lower back. He was patiently building the intensity of your pleasure before staking his claim on you before his menacing cousin did. The famous jealousy among the males of the House of Finwe. Finrod had all the time in the world with you as it was just you and him and should Celegorm decide to pay you a visit now, at least his silver-haired cousin would understand the message. You were taken and off-limits.

Breaking the kiss, Finrod gave you the opportunity to catch your breath but was naughty at the same time to slip his finger into your cunt, snatching the air right away. Freezing upon entry, an alleviating sigh was sung by you when his finger travelled deeper and crooked to find your soft spot. A series of his name fell from your lips, and it made his cock twitch in delight at how pleasant it sounded. His name had never sounded so charming falling from the lips of another except yours; you made it sound like a prayer. He was spellbound and it drove him to add another finger alongside the other, crooking them both to find your soft spot.

He started off with slow thrusts, listening to the slosh of the water against your cunt, squelching as his fingers dived back into your heat with a flick of his wrist and then gradually increased his motion, scraping along your walls. Your insides were hot and soft, clamping down on his fingers and refusing to allow him to leave. Your lips gripped with all their might to keep him buried deep, wanting his fingers to continue its abuse and Finrod was most happy to oblige knowing that you loved his touch. It was a miracle that you found yourself loving the musically skilful prince whose elegant fingers were gifted with the harp and plucking their strings apart because that’s exactly what he was doing. Knuckles deep, two fingers twisted and crooked their way to aim for your soft spot living for every squeal and cry that was produced. Only he could make those melodious melodies spring forth from your lips.

Gazing at how your face contorted in ecstasy, his eyes soften and smiled when he noticed the lagging in your responses. You took too long to act on the pleasure as your brain was becoming mush and rewiring itself – you were in too much pleasure to focus on a response, all your body was able to do was cry out his name and take pleasure. Finrod did not seem to mind, for it was his actions that were making you lose your mind.

“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now, for me. I know he wishes he could have you like this...” His voice was like the sweet spring breeze, carrying millions of sweet, scented flowers across a field and into your senses calming you.

You had never known the King to be competitive since he always portrayed himself above pettiness, unlike his two infamous cousins. Never one to indulge in drama or problems but rather the problem solver, thus, this was a first. Finrod continued to watch you in awe as your head fell onto his shoulder, tossing and turning about as your pleasure increased. From two fingers, your King now had three buried deep within your cunt, stretching you out and enjoying the obscene squelching. His mind was filled with hot flashes of having you on your back while he wrapped you in his arms while gave you eternal pleasure. Speeding up the pace of his fingers and flicking his thumb to rub your clit, Finrod’s cock twitched and smeared his cum across your back your body moved in sync with his thrusts.

His grinding against his fingers, Finrod was receiving pleasure from your body rubbing against his cock and could not prevent his own moans from escaping his mouth. His moans were equally angelic as his voice, and it stirred your insides with greater desire and anticipation of the oncoming sequence of events. Resting his mouth near your ear and releasing a string of heavenly groans, Finrod gleamed delightfully at the clenching of your walls around his fingers and noting that his voice had an effect on you while he continued his vigorous ace. Your back bowed off his chest and your nails dug into his biceps, which wasn’t painful to him at all when your cunt began to spasm around his nimble digits. Finrod was finding it difficult to pull his fingers out and gave a deep chuckle when the tightness increased. Keeping his thumbs on your clit and rolling it around, it wasn’t long before he felt your body going stiff under him before collapsing into his embrace.

“F-Finrod!” You shrieked his name before your body collapsed into his chest.

Your legs were ready to give out and collapse onto the floor had it not been for his quick guidance of walking you over to the benches and sitting you on his lap. It was then Finrod who decided to remove his fingers and rest them on your waist, rubbing small circles into your skin. His touch was tranquillizing and easily brought you back down to earth.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

Taking a moment to regain your senses and focus on your surroundings, you were sitting on one of his benches as the water sloshed around your waist in his grandiose bathtub. His arms were clinging to your waist for dear life as you were pressed against his chest. Lifting your head to gaze at him, he was already observing you with quiet eyes and a tiny smile at the corners of his lips as if he already knew your response. Always with the mind reading.

“I’m sorry, it’s not always my intention to make you uncomfortable meleth. Forgive me.” he consoled. Just like you said, he already knew how you were feeling, responding was just re-iterating.

“You already know how I feel my King.” You responded with a hazed smile.

“Then you would not mind if we continued?” he asked with the most dazzling smile he could muster as though he was attempting to seduce you despite not needing to. Finrod could have asked anything of you, and you would have given it.

Wordlessly, you pried yourself out of his hold by lifting his vice grip arms off you and resitting yourself onto his lap, but this time facing him. With your legs resting on either side of his waist and your arms around his neck, Finrod’s own arms lifted to press you closer to his body, guiding you to sit above his excited cock. His tip was pressing into your entrance and providing unintentional teasing like its owner. The little gleam in Finrod’s eyes told you that it was on purpose and right on cue to make matters escalate, he shifted his hips upwards allowing for his tip to just slip into your entrance and nestle. Scrambling in his lap and clutching his famed golden curls, you tugged his hair in retaliation as his hips grind his cock into your heat.

The both of you were competing against each other in a moaning match from the strings of musical notes that left both your throats, though you would say Finrod won from the throaty groan he released. It was your hand that snuggled its way into his hair and dug into his scalp that make him a moaning mess. His chest heaved as his moans easily slipped past his lips with a grind of his hips against your heat which prompted you to tug. The hands on your waist were working their magic to guide your hips against his cock to increase the pleasure. Finrod was enjoying this more than he believed he would and never thought that finding himself in this situation would be this beneficial.

Oh, how his silver-haired cousin would love to be in this situation.

At the flash of memory, Finrod’s grip around your waist tightened drastically and tugged your body against his chest, latching his mouth to your neck for proof. If his cousin was audaciously brave to visit later, then he should get the message when you greeted him. Your neck was going to be littered with iridescent flowers as if you were a priceless painting. The way his tongue ran across your skin left butterflies in your cunt and made you run juices onto his cock like crazy. Finrod felt the trickle of your flow onto his cock and grinned into the hickey he was placed at the base of your throat – a very risky place to leave one when everyone knew you were with the King.

Nibbling on your skin like candy and it was to Finrod, he was beginning to get impatient and slipped on hand between you both to rest on his cock to guide it into your heat. Freezing your hip motions, there was silence between you both – his lips stilling on your neck and your panting ceased – as his hands pushed the rest of his cock into your cunt. The loud intake of breath as he sunk further and further until he could go no further ripped its way across the room from you both. You felt overly heavenly, there was no better feeling than being welcomed by your snuggly heat the longer his cock nestled without moving. Hiss after hiss flew through his teeth as he ground them when your walls began to contract around him, attempting to adjust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re killing me here meleth.” His voice was forced through his teeth as they remained clenched.

The grip on your waist was strained as he made the first move to rock your hips back and forth along his length. There was slick pop that resounded from your cunt as his length glided through your walls. Your juices had perfectly coated his length; however, it was washed away by the bathwater and Finrod strained his eyes as his head hung between you both to observe. He had long forgotten about marking your skin and wanted to watch the union between you both in action. It was a beautiful sight that he wished his eyes would be granted but the water was blocking his line of sight.

The hands in Finrod’s hair tightened with each roll of your hip along his cock and your panting grew high-pitched and whiney. You had reached a stage where you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded; all you knew was that you were being on the receiving end of excellent pleasure that you wouldn’t pass up.

“My King.” You praised him as he guided your hips faster on his cock.

It was the way his title rolled off your tongue exquisitely that made his hips stutter. He didn’t expect his title to slip past your lips, he expected his name to be called like honey falling from your delicate tongue. His cock twitched as his title tumbled from your lips again and again and again like summer rain from the heavens and it was driving him mad. Finrod planted his feet firmly into the ground and stilled your hips to pump his vigorously into your heat. The water sloshed aggressively around you both, splashing across your naked bodies as Finrod held onto you for dare life pumping his hips into yours and enjoying your whiney cries for more.

“Please, please, please, my King, don’t stop. More please.” You cried in a whiney voice.

“As you wish my love, whatever you desire.” He replies breathlessly.

His head had finally decided to lift from where you two were connected to meet your closed eyes and tossed back his head. Your mouth was wide open releasing desperate moans, loving the way his cock kissed your cunt and how your clit rubbed against his lower abdomen. Gazing at you through hazy eyes, Finrod could not help but think about how he was lucky to have met and had you in his life. You were a gift from the Valar and one that he had to cherish for eternity. He hated the idea of having to fight for your love and attention, especially from his kinslaying cousin. Your eyes should never have landed on him, he didn’t deserve your affectionate stares.

Travelling his right hand from your hip to entangle it into your hair, he tugged your head down to meet his impatient lips. He was quick to swallow your lips in a passionate kiss, moaning into your mouth deliciously, wanting you to know how well you were also pleasuring him. The kiss was filled with breathless sighs and struggles to catch your breaths. Teeth and tongue collided with every upthrust from his hips and bumped your noses together and it made you chuckle. Knocking noses and foreheads together was humorous to you as it proved how hungrily you desired each other without a care in the world. Breaking apart for air, it was Finrod who pulled back to lock eyes with you and bore a soft smile on his face.

“W-Will you be m-mine, forever?” there was sincerity in his voice and eyes as he proposed the question.

Without a second to waste, you didn’t hesitate to nod your head as tears were forming in your eyes, “Y-Yes, thousand t-times yes.”

This was the moment he waited for, to hear you accept him. Finrod didn’t need to be told what was required next because his fingers were eagerly rubbing away at your sensitive nub causing you to convulse in his arms. Your body was shaking, and your eyes crossed at the vigorous speed he rubbed your clit. Nails scraping his scalp and tugging his hair aggressively Finrod returned to favour by placing more pressure on your clit as he gave little tugs. Perfectly times thrusts to match the onslaughter on your clit and the dangerous whisperings in your ear about how much he loved you, Finrod could feel your walls spasming around his length, tightening their grip around him and refusing to let him easily slide out.

It increased his own pleasure and made his hips stutter. His groans turned into grunts with every new thrust he threw, pushing you over your high and allowing it to easily tumble over your body, coursing through your veins and burning every fibre of your being. Finrod followed you soon after with the pulsing of your heat around him which pushed him into overdrive and stilled his hips. A deep grunt reverberated through the room as he held you tightly to his chest with each pump of his cum into you. It was a euphoric bliss that washed over you both while embracing each other, sweaty and cum-filled, but overcome with love. The grip he had on you felt right, it felt safe, just where you belonged.

“I’m tempted to stay like this, but we must clean up meleth-nin.” Finrod’s voice was the first to break the long silence between you two.

“I am also tempted to stay like this, it feels too good, too right.” You responded.

Leaning into your face, he nuzzled your nose against his before giving it a playful nibble. He couldn’t help but wish to stay with you like this, but he was aware that soon, Celegorm would be passing to check, thus, you needed to be in the best condition for his observation. Pushing a lock of hair out your face, Finrod spoke with a twinkle in his eye, “I have another idea that would satisfy us both.”

Aftercare with Finrod was quick but thorough, he didn’t hesitate to wipe up his release and give your thighs massages as he washed your tired body off. Tenderly touching all the sore areas and giving little rubs to the area until his hands travelled south and cupped your heat once again. Your King was on a roll tonight and did not stop with one round believing that there was not enough proof to reveal until his cousin that you were taken. From cupping your heat and staring into your eyes with want, Finrod had your legs wrapped around his waist once again but this time, pressed against the stone walls driving his cock deliciously into your heat once again. His lips were everywhere at once wanting to sample your honeydew skin like he did earlier.

By the time you and the King were finished, you had both collapsed on his bed with the sheets around your waist and his arms wrapped around your smaller body. Your skin was littered with the perfect amount of hickeys for his cousin to capture the perfect view since he loved to wander his eyes inappropriately. Looking down at your fast asleep state, he felt pride welding in his chest knowing that you were officially his and he yours. Continuing to observe your tired state, a soft knock on your door broke him out of his revere and alerted him of the intruder, his cousin, finally coming to check up on you. Throwing himself out of his bed and grabbing a robe, he marched over to the door with a triumphant grin on his face as he opened the door slightly to reveal Celegorm.

“Ah cousin, how may I help you?” he beamed overly joyous.

Celegorm had said nothing as he observed his cousin's features and recognized a difference in them. He appeared far too giddy and glowing brighter for a matter of fact. Celegorm knew from the start what was up with the King, and he was late to the game, he’d lost, but still wanting to check for you in the room his head attempted to gain visual around the King’s large golden mop of curls.

“Y/N is resting, quite tired if I might say so myself and unavailable…from now on.” his voice had deepened at the end of his little warning to make himself clear, however, it made Celegorm chuckle.

“Well played cousin, I didn’t know you had it in you. Congratulations.” And with that, Celegorm departed with a sour look on his face.

Staring at his retreating figure, Finrod waited until he was out of sight before shutting the door and returning to your side. Quick to snuggle you, he planted a chaste kiss on your forehead and gleamed as you leaned into his warmth. Finrod was pleased with his efforts and it had sent him to sleep with the most pleasant smile on his face.

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Can't Help It I Want You

Glorfindel x reader

Kinktober 2022: Blowjob

Request: "think you can warm me up" Reader x Glorfindel - anon

A/N: This was originally intended to be a cockwarming fic but I dunno why I changed it.

Warnings: fembod, blowjob, dirty talking, slight public sex

Word Count: 1.6k

Synopsis: The most popular activity at a ball was never dancing, it was getting on your knees for your favourite Lord and worshipping him.

Prompt: "think you can warm me up"

If Glorfindel could come up with a proper word or words to describe the emotions that were flowing through his body that that given moment, he’d be lying on the grave of his fallen soldiers. Eyes closed and hands fisting the material of his robes, the golden threads on the hem were already shredded from his tugging. It was beyond difficult for the beloved Lord of the House of the Golden Flower, the most loved house of them all and Lord, to form some comprehensible coherent syllable.

Instead, all that escaped his throat were airy sights and broken sobs that echoed into the empty hallways of the King’s palace where anyone, servant, friend and brother included, could stumble upon the spectacular sight of their Lord and Lady engaging in such frivolous affairs. Some might think that their Lord was adventurous and daring, kinky and would attempt to have a night with him, but a certain other would attempt to swear and strangle the living daylight out of his corpse.

The gurgling echoed so easily off the walls of the corridors and wooden doors he was pressed against. His circlet was digging into his scalp as his head banged against the solid wood in the greatest attempt at swallowing his moans and groans because fuck, you were far beyond any dream or fantasy of his he could conjure. The quick work of your mouth and wrist on his cock, switching between his length and balls to fondle and wanting to grant him unlimited pleasure, your cheeks would hallow to take him deeply till he reached that back of your throat. You would keep him there, swallowing around him before pulling over to suck on just the tip, swirling your tongue around as if he was candy.

You would admit, he was sweet, a delectable, salted caramel that you wouldn’t mind having down your throat very often if only your brother would stop hovering nearby whenever you were around his friends. You had eyes for Glorfindel since your days in Valinor, always staring at the young handsome noble Lord that make eyes follow everywhere he went. Anyone would have questioned if he was a prince for his beauty was unmatched and rivalled many of the real princes of the House of Finwe. His soft rich silky golden curl, lusciously bouncing in the wind as he rode on his horse and chased his friend Ecthelion while you would still from a distance and just stare because you weren’t permitted to engage with him. You were a young Lady and were not ready to mingle with the males.

The main reason why you disliked your brother’s behaviour towards you was when it came to males asking for your hand in courtship. He took after your mother and believed that it was his right to prevent you from falling in love because no one was perfect for his baby sister. This obviously leads to the situation as of now, Lord Glorfindel’s perfect cock was buried down your throat and being pleasured by you, his best friend’s sister. For too long you’ve wanted him, and it was only a matter of time before you took control of your own plans in life.

Flashing your eyes up to gaze at him, his jaded eyes were shut, and his lips were mumbling mouthless mutters. It looked as if he was mumbling a prayer to the Valar because he felt as if his soul was being snatched by the gifted mouth of yours. Had he only known the vixen Ecthelion’s sister was capable of being, Glorfindel would not have wasted any time in taking you to bed, but he wasn’t going to let that opportunity pass after you were finished with him, a reward was necessary.

“Ay, is your mouth always this good kitten? Fuck, I could have called you to pleasure me when I was stressed – ah.” His voice waivered as he spoke when your lips attached themselves to his balls to suck. Taking one of his sacks into your mouth, you slipped it into your mouth to suck, tickling him with your tongue.

One of his hands that were forever stuck in his robes had finally moved to rest atop your head, not wanting to disrupt your hairstyle to raise suspicion. He was sure your brother was looking for you and the fact that he too was not around would ring the alarms in his head. But part of Glorfindel didn’t care, he was being pleasured far beyond any fantasy could conjure or his hand donned. This was a once-in-a-lifetime moment that he was not about to let slip through his fingers.

Bucking his hips into your mouth which caused you to gag, he opened his eyes to apologize and was met with yours gazing back at him with his cock still in your mouth. Your hand that was gripping his length stroked him off, swiping your thumb against his tip and then slapping his cock against your tongue. Flashing a doe-eyed look, crossing them, you stuck your tongue out for Glorfindel to get a good image of how you’d look if he were to ever fantasize fucking you after this. Feeling like he was in heaven by the grand treatment you were giving him, he couldn’t help but dip his head to meet your lips and bring you in for a filthy kiss.

Glorfindel was quick to draw your tongue out for him to play with, twirling and sucking on the delicate muscle, tasting himself off your lips. Locking lips with him brought butterflies to flutter in your cunt. It was the way his skilful tongue danced with yours that made you wonder if it was just as proficient when having to eat you out. His tongue danced professionally around yours, licking your wet cavern with delicate care as his free hand rose to wrap around your throat to cut off your air supply as the kiss escalated. Glorfindel was sucking at the air from your chest as though he had a dire need for it instead of you.

“If only your brother could see you like this, on your knees before me, with my cock down your throat. You like sucking my cock, don’t you princess?” he questioned you seductively as his hand still kept its hold around your throat. The other hand that was resting on your head travelled to grip your chin and tug your head to meet his dexterous gaze.

“Open your mouth wide for me princess, let me use you a bit to warm up so I can return the favour.” He commanded as he freed your chin to guide his leaking cock into your mouth, poking your cheeks with his tip and thrusting into your mouth.

It was then he allowed for all the pent-up moans he was withholding earlier to escape and rip through the hallways. His hold on your head as his hips pumped their way into your mouth was vicious, he refused to relinquish hold, not when your mouth was a gift from the Valar. Slacking your jaw and giving him access to plunge deeper and travel down your throat, he would slowly retract his cock and take his time to sink it down your throat so he could feel your throat muscle swallowing around him. The tightness was driving him insane, he almost felt like he was fucking your cunt.

Tears were pouring down your face and to Glorfindel, you looked beautiful as ever. He stared at your tear-stained cheeks, rosy and flushed with desire for him to claim you. Chanting your name like a prayer as his high was approaching, you were shocked as it fell from his lips. Your name. Your name he was singing like a prayer to the Valar for mercy to be released and flood your mouth with his cum. It sounded queer but bewitching. You wanted to hear more of your name escaping his gorgeous plump lips. You wanted to hear your name fall from his lips as he lost his mind from the pleasure you were giving him. You wanted your name to fall from his lips because of you.

In no time, his hips began to stutter as his orgasm was approaching. Grunting deeply with a cry of your name upon his lips, Glorfindel’s buried his length down your throat and spilt his release. No being a messy person and hating to destroy your fabulous gown, he would also love to see you swallowing his cum delightfully since you were a little minx, and he was blessed with the sight of you sputtering some of his cum from your mouth since not all were able to fit. Dribbles ran past the corners of your lips and streamed down your chin, and he observed as your fingers scooped it up and plopped it back into your mouth to savour his taste. The best part was that you held eye contact with him to make his knees buckle.

“I don’t think I can let you go so easily darling, there’s so much to do with you, but first you deserve a reward. I want to be between your legs. Inside now.” He commanded with great persuasion despite still being in the hallways with his cock sprung from his breeches.

“But my brother would be looking for me, I should return – ”

“ – Now you wish to be concerned about him? I said, get inside or no reward at all.”

That was all Glorfindel needed to command before you scrambled to your feet eagerly awaiting your return of pleasure.

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Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Welcome to Doodle-pops smutfest aka Kinktober 2022. This is my first attempt at the famous NSFW event during the October period. Below I've placed some guidelines and the schedule for those who wish to follow me during the event as the weeks roll on.

⚘Kinktober Taglist⚘

Guidelines:

Fandom: The Silmarillion

The Kinktober Masterlist (this one) will be updated after each posting, and will be added to the main masterlist for easy findings, also under the respective characters who the contents were created for.

Fics ranges from 1.5k to 8k words.

Over the course of October, four posts will be released every week. (Sunday, Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 12:00 pm EST)

Some content would contain more than one kink.

Two out of the four posts will be the NSFW requests via the previous requesting period and the other two will be bonuses - my personal writings (*).

All work will be tagged under #silm smut and #mina_kinktober2022 for easier findings.

Schedule:

[Completed: Closed]

Week One

Somnophilia | Galdor ↬ Dreaming

Sixty-nine | Celegorm ↬ My Shy, Shy Kitten

Role Playing | Caranthir* ↬ Don't Make It A Habit

Student/Teacher | Elrond* ↬ Extra Lessons

Week Two

Best Friend Siblings AU | Egalmoth ↬ Don't Let Them Hear

Blowjob | Glorfindel ↬ Can't Help It I Want You

Jealous/Bathtub sex | Finrod* ↬ Choose Me, Not Him

Bondage | Lorien/Irmo* ↬ Automatic

Week Three

Mutual Masturbating/First-time | Ecthelion ↬ Need to Know

Thigh Riding | Glorfindel ↬ Impress Me

Daddy Kink | Fingolfin* ↬ Burning Desires

Asphyxiation (Breath-play)/Oral | Feanor* ↬ Dare to Dance with Fire

Week Four

Threesome | Fingon + Maedhros ↬ Game Set Match

Humiliation/Brat-taming | Ecthelion ↬ Obedience

Sex Pollen | Fingon* ↬ Flower Shower

Breeding | Eonwe* ↬ A Bond that Keeps Us

Week Five

Kinktober Wild Card | Manwe + Melkor* ↬ Careful What You Summon

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My Shy, Shy Kitten

Celegorm x reader

Kinktober 2022: Sixty-nine/First-Time

Request: Hi! I love your writing and your blog💕 Can I requests prompt 62 from the 3rd list with Celegorm please?

A/N: I hope I didn't make him appear OC in this, but here's everyone's favourite feral elf.

Warnings: fembod, sixty-nine, handjob, oral (m and f receiving), first-time intimacy, fingering (f receiving)

Word Count: 5k

Synopsis: A camping trip with your beloved and his dog in the wood during a full moon; what could possibly go wrong? Apparently, many (good) things.

Prompt: “I-I’ve never done this before, so I’m afraid you’d have to guide me”

Stepping out of the shared tent that Celegorm had built, you walked into the cleared area he made earlier for the bonfire. The rocks were already neatly arranged in a circle, all that was left were the firewood that your lover had insisted on fetching over an hour ago. Huan had remained at your side to keep your company since he had grown very fond of you from the first meetings and always defended you as Celegorm dished out his little bullying.

The fluffy oversized hound had floppy to the cool ground and refused to move given that the summer heat was killing you both. You could only hope that the night wouldn’t make overly hot, it was your first camping trip, and to back out on the first night because of the heat would be embarrassing – to you and not Celegorm.

Sitting criss-cross beside Huan, you threaded your fingers through his fur and listened to his purring as you observed the birds singing in the canopy. The sun was setting, casting an orange fire blazing the sky and splitting through the forest trees in its array of colours. To your left, you were able to glimpse the moon semi-visible in the blue sky, distant and round as ever, waiting patiently to glow to its fullest tonight. Celegorm had told you that tonight was a full moon, and it was going to be at its fullest and closest in years. However, his statement couldn’t help but spark a question in your heart since you’ve heard about particular creatures existing.

“Tyelko, wouldn’t there be werewolves in the forest during the full moon?”

Your question had made his neck swerve so hard, you heard about five cracks as he stared flabbergasted at you and your question, “Werewolves? Oh ho, don’t tell me my little kitten is terrified of the big bad wolf? Are you afraid of him eating you up? You do look rather appetizing my dear, and I would love to have a taste – ”

He never got to finish his teasing because you had already known from his response that it wasn’t true, and he was only teasing. He received quite the number of smacks to his head before being shoved off the sofa as he boisterously laughed. Thinking back on the memory, you let loose a few tinkering laughter and shook your head at your foolishness. Funny how silly people were when in love – the crazy things that make the time spent memorable.

“Now, now, what has you so glad kitten? It couldn’t be Huan? I told him that you were mine and off limits.” His voice was too playful, but it matched his appearance. The light forest green orbs that racked your body with every step were accompanied by a wolfy grin. Proudly showing off his spectacular canines that were revealed lastly as his grin increased from the attention. He appeared youthful and glowing, as though he was an innocent young ellon who just reached maturity.

On his shoulder, he carried a small bundle of firewood, while dragging the rest behind him. He had brought enough to keep the fire ablaze all night which eased your nerves, given that you were terrified of the creatures lurking in the dark and the dark. Kind of him to remember this and attempt to soothe your fear. Shocking, given that he was quick to jump on everyone’s fears and strike at them with it, but for you, he had never made the move to terrorize or slander you.

“Nothing really, I was just remembering my werewolf question.” You responded so shyly knowing that he was about to tease your question again.

Sliding his eyes over to you as he prepped the firewood for lighting, he snorted. His own memories about the question replayed in his head and he wanted to relive them. “Still thinking a werewolf is going to come out and devour you kitty? The only werewolf that’s doing that is me – you know that no one gets to have a bite.”

Casting his head in your direction, he gave you a lip bite followed by a wink. His antics made you squeal and hide behind your hands as you rose them to cover your blushing face. Out of all his cousins and siblings, Celegorm was the most direct, flirtatious and open about his wants and desires with shame. He always flirted with you as though you weren’t courting for more than ten months now. Little brushes of his hands in risqué areas, dangerous kisses that left you wanting more and predatory gazes which left you hot and bothered, Celegorm did them all.

“You’d probably need to season me first before eating. I might be a bit on the bland side.”

Clutching his stomach and howling in laughter, he forgot about the firewood and threw himself onto the dirt ground. Huan had followed, understanding the humour behind the joke and barked in response to its hilarity. Wiggling on the ground like a worm and wheezing, Celegorm had to give you a point, your comeback was hilarious.

“I’ll – I’ll give that one to you…kitten. I just hope I brought the right seasonings for later.”

Nightfall came faster than ever and before you knew it, you and Celegorm were lying on your stomachs at the entrance of the tent and gazing at the fire while exchanging stories. Most of his stories were compilations of his irresponsible youthful days as an apprentice under the Valar, Orome. From how he broke his bones to were his worst scars came from, he had a story for every encounter and a show to perform. You needed to have a re-enactment of his catastrophic moments no matter how far-fetched they may have appeared.

You watched on for hours, both you and Huan, feeling your eyes drooping and becoming heavy. It was rude to fall asleep in the middle of his storytelling, but when sleep was calling you had to shut it down, but lucky Celegorm was observant enough to notice this. Keeping the fire going, he helped to pull you into the tent, shutting the flaps and tying the ends, before bringing your body close to his and drawing the covers over you both. Despite his body being warm during the summer, at night, the coldness that settled in required coverings instead of his body warmth. Planting a chaste kiss on your head, he watched as you drowned yourself in sleep while he looked on.

Between dream and reality, you weren’t sure if the uncomfortable hardness pressing into your butt was an aspect of the dream world or reality. But the more you reached out to search for the discomfort, the more it grew. On natural instinct, your body moved to feel the hardness, pushing your ass further into it and rubbing it to identify to the object. It felt both hard and soft and the same time and you didn’t know of any object at the moment which felt like that.

Groaning at the discomfort, you awoke, still feeling the hardness poking into your ass. Turning was difficult since Celegorm’s grip was relentless, but you had managed to throw his overly buff arm off and wiggle away. Once you did, lifting the sheets to view what was hidden underneath didn’t reveal the object. There wasn’t a damn thing laying between you both…or there was?

The most prominent figure of the unmistakable cock from your lover was erected and visible through his trousers. Could it be that you were rubbing against his cock? You couldn’t help but flash your eyes over to see if he showed any signs of being awake to reduce embarrassment. Sitting up, you crawled closer so you could lean in to ensure that it was his cock and not something else when the deepest sensual and teasing voice echoed through the tent.

“If want a better look, I’d take my trousers off for you kitten. All you have to do is say the magic word.” There, propped on his elbow, laid your provocative lover. His eyes were a darker shade than earlier, or perhaps it was the lighting. His pupils were dilated and from your observation, you could tell that he was aroused.

“I-I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to see what was poking me in my butt. That’s all.” Waving your hands frantically like a mad woman, you wanted to make it clear that you had no intentions of being sneaky.

“Relax, I’m only teasing. Sorry about making you uncomfortable while resting, you can sleep on the other side.” His hands moved to grab the pillow and sheets to hand over so you wouldn’t need to come closer if it bothered you greatly.

“What are you going to do about that then? Can’t imagine it being comfortable.” You whispered in hush-hush secrecy as if someone was listening on the outside, though, your focus on his cock echoed your amazement.

“Might sleep it off, or leave to go into the forest to deal with it,” it was then as he spoke and turned his head to face you, he captured the look of wonder and a hint of lust as your tongue darted out to lick at your lips, “Why? Would you like to help me kitten?”

Staring at his erection and watching as it grew, when the silence struck, you snapped your eyes over to meet his hungrily gazing at you with predatory instincts embedded in his mind. He could have you right here and now, devour you like the whole world was watching and made it feel as though it was only you both. He craved a taste, your taste, but only if you allowed him – just say the words. “I'd like to, b-but I-I've never done this before, so I'm afraid you'd have to guide me.

How insanely sweet and delicate you were to him.

That was all he needed to act on his desire. Licking his lips, he lifted a finger and beckoned you over to him. In response, you threw the sheet and pillow aside and timidly crawled on your hands and knees over to him with an eager look in your starry eyes. Your innocence made him want to ravish you there and then. As you approached him, he sat up and reached out his right hand to tug you closer before trailing his fingers from the said hand up your bosom, over your hardened nipples to wrap around your neck. He listened to the little gasps and whimpers you released as his fingers grazed your buds, but his mouth ate them up as he attached his lips to yours greedily.

Controlling the kiss, his hand around your neck squeezed the sides of your windpipe making you gasp for an intake of breath. Celegorm chose to dive in once again to slip his tongue pasted your lips and wrap it skilfully around your inexperienced one. Sucking the muscle and biting your lips, he’d pull your tongue past your lips to suck on as he shifted to pull you onto his lap.

At the break in the kiss, Celegorm refused to slow the momentum and recaptured your lips in another heated kiss that made butterflies form in your heat. The build-up of your arousal was flowing into your underwear and slowly soaking the flimsy material. Celegorm knew this. In fact, if it weren’t for his predatory hunter instincts, he wouldn’t have smelt it, and he did. Growling into the kiss as your arousal waffled through the air with each kiss, his touches became rougher with every growing second.

“Tyelko, I’ve never done anything like this before – ”

“Relax kitten, I’ll guide you, and in return, you’ll be rewarded.”

Following his words, his lips dropped from yours, leaving a string of saliva between you both and attaching themselves to your neck. Making the most of the opportunity, he widened his mouth enough to sink his infamous canines into the juncture of your neck, most definitely leaving behind a large purple bruise. Sucking on the spot and slaving his tongue over the area to soothe, his teeth attached themselves to another area and so the process continued.

Celegorm found your skin sweet and addicting, like his own drug. With every bite he delivered, your nails raked themselves through his scalp, pulling and tugging his hair venom. He was enjoying the searing pain in his scalp; it forced him to become more and more animalistic as the sensation grew.

“Fuck, your skin tastes divine – did you coat yourself in honey kitten? I could just eat you up.” He spoke directly into your skin as he licked a bold stripe from the base of your neck to your ear. Once he arrived at your ear, his lips nibbled at the soft skin behind before ascending to bite at the tips and blow hot air over it. He felt you shiver and a trail of goosebumps forming.

The growing sensation of his lips on your skin caused the pool of arousal growing in your underwear to leak and dip all over his trousers. He felt the wetness as his hips moved in accordance with the receiving pleasure. Sliding his hands down to cup your round ass, he delivered slaps and pinches.

Marvelling at the firmness and weight it held, he roamed his hands across the expanse, pleased that it was finally in his hands after months of waiting. Taking his large palm, he squeezed at your globes and imagined that soon he’d have more than just his hands on them. Maintaining his grip, he used them as stability to guide your hips over his as your cunt rubbed against his straining cock.

“Ah, Tyelko…” the first cry of his name in the most pleasureful tone made him growl in rejoicing.

Removing his hands from your hips, he motioned for you to continue as he discarded his shirt and went unbuttoning your shirt. With less haste knowing that you wouldn’t be pleased if he tore your shirt to shreds, he undressed your upper body, licking his lips with every inch of skin revealed. More skin to sink his teeth into.

When all the buttons were undone, he tugged the wings of your shirt open, only to groan in frustration at the interruption from you. Your arms shot out to cover your front from his eyes, not entirely sure if you wanted him to see you naked. His mouth felt divine on your skin and sure, you would love to have it on the rest of your body, but it was nerve-wracking to have him view you naked as you were born.

“Kitten…it’s only fair if you’re in the same condition as I am. I can’t be the only one naked, now that’s just unfair.” He whined at you while he tugged on the ends of your shirt. Sounding like a kid who wasn’t getting their way, Celegorm stuck out his lower lips and trembled them in hopes of getting you to conform.

“I know, I know, but I’m just nervous. This is the first time you’re viewing me naked, it’s not everyday normality.”

“Not exactly first time princess. Remember when you were drunk and you threw up all over yourself, I was left to clean you up and well…naked you were.” Grinning at you before biting his lip, he wiggled his brows at you mischievously.

“So…so you know what I look like underneath?”

“In a sense, yes. Though it was very dark, so I only got faint outlines, but yes.”

The disappointment was written across your face at the hopes of this being your first-time naked revealment, only to have it shattered. Sighing and melting yourself into his lap, you withdrew the ends of your shirt from his hands and held it in yours. “You always know how to spoil a good moment Tyelko.”

“It doesn’t matter if I’m seeing you for the hundredth time, it’s always going to be like the first princess. So, are you going to do me the honours?” quick to shift the conversation back to the moment and not wanting to kill the mood, he danced his eyes over to your chest, hinting at the reveal.

Closing your eyes and counting to three, you refused to look him in the eye as your hands shakily pulled back your shirt to reveal your full bosom. Perky nipples standing up once the cold night’s air stuck and flushed with your arousal, Celegorm had to stop from throwing himself at your buds. Your shirt was now resting in the crook of your elbows, not yet falling to the floor.

Luckily, Celegorm noticed this and smoothly slid his hands along your arms to push the material off. Once it fell to the floor, you would have expected him to relatch his mouth upon your skin but instead, his hand gripped your chin and guided your mouth back to his.

“Kiss me first dove.”

Reclaiming your lips in a softer kiss, overly soft from his earlier aggression, you realized that he was aware of your obvious nerves. If you were going to openly engage in a serious act with him, he wanted you to be as relaxed as possible. Feeling his calloused hand travelling your back, mapping out the area as he kisses you slower, you shivered under his touch. His hand were warm and left goosebumps everywhere they landed. His other hand which held your chin moved to cup your neck, tilting it to the side to give him access to your neck once again. His hot tongue over the cooled area made you mewl at the contact. On instinct, your hips shifted over his cock, emitting a groan from him as well.

“Just like that, you’re doing so well.” His voice was heavy with lust but still left room for appraisal.

Your lashes flutter as his lips descended on your skin, while your hips regained momentum to continue grinding against his cock. His textured tongue brushed the tip of your bud before he wrapped his lips around it. Sucking and tugging at the flesh as if water from the heavens would come pouring out, you threw your head back at the oncoming pleasure building up in your slower region. Switching from different breasts, as one had his mouth occupied, the other gained his hand – biting at the flesh and sucking as though it was his holy grail.

“Ah, feels so good Tyelko.” With your head tossed back, you released a loud moan at the pleasure he delivered so well. Chuckling at your response, the vibrations were sent through your body prompting you to gasp.

Hips pumping rutting furiously against each other, the groans and grunts of your ongoing promiscuous late-night activities echoed through the forest nearby, and poor Huan had to nap elsewhere.

Forcing himself to pull his mouth off your breast, his hands eagerly travelled lower to the waistband of your trousers. Ready to untie your laced, he froze when he realized his hastiness. “May I?”

Removing yourself from his clutches, you clambered off his lap with deer legs and stood before him with your hands on your laces, untying them. Celegorm smirked and licks his lips anticipating the final reveal of your naked form. He felt as though you were fairly giving him a performance like he gave to you earlier on. Once your hands and dipped into the sides of your trousers to push the material off, you chose to look past Celegorm while he eyed your pants slithering past your skin and falling to the floor. The way his eyes roamed your skin made you want to cower like prey. The look of hunger in his green orbs, it also made you feel desired and wanted – great power was felt in your chest at the revelation.

“Well, it’s only fair that I also remove mine as well, ay kitten.” He spoke as he moved to tower over you with eager hands untying his trousers and dropping them to the floor with great ease.

The muscles that littered his fine body gave cause to have your mouth drooling. Battle scars adorned his skin and gave it a marbled appearance. You couldn’t help but step closer to stretch out your hand and outline his skin and watched as he shivered under your touch. Trailing across his pectorals, your fingers grazed his nipples and trailed their way down his ripped stomach. Feeling him clenching his abs and breathing increase as your hands got closer to where he wanted you most, you stopped at his pelvis to trace his indents before dropping your hands and looking up at him.

“Why stop? You were doing fine.”

“I don’t know how to…”

“Watch and repeat princess.”

Lifting his hand to his cock, you watched as his hand swiped at the tip to collect his precum before smearing it across his length. Then, without any build-up, his hands glided across his length with haste and desperation. Flicking his wrist expertly as he had done numerously, he kept his gaze locked on you, biting and gnawing at his lips.

Locking his predatory gaze with your prey-like ones, he felt more of his arousal leaking from his tip from his special spectator. Your eyes were glued to his hand fluid hand motion as he pumped himself and demonstrated what he wanted you to do. Your tongue couldn’t help but dart out as if you were hoping his leaking tip would fall into your mouth. You’ve heard of women pleasuring their lovers by placing their mouths on their nether regions, and you wondered if he’d let you try.

Smirking at your innocence, he took your dainty hands in his other hand and tugged you closer to his body till you felt the heat radiating. Guiding your hands to where his cock stood, mighty and tall, girthy and veiny, he wrapped your slender fingers around his thick cock. Sighing at the feeling of another hand on his cock, he clasped his hand with yours and assisted you with jerking him off. The sensation felt weird but seeing how wrapped up in the pleasure your lover was experiencing, you pushed the thoughts aside and continued. Your hand barely covered his girth and required the help of your other.

Twisting and squeezing his cock, you watched as he threw his head back and allowed for his silver silky strands to cascade down his back. The veins in his neck became prominent and twitched with every moan ripping from his throat. It was something you realized, he wasn’t holding back with his noises, he wanted you to know how well you were pleasuring him, how phenomenal he was feeling.

Still keeping your hands on his cock, you attempted to act on your earlier thoughts. Bending to your knees and maintaining your rhythm, you excitedly leaned into his cock and flicked your tongue out to sample his tip which caught Celegorm off guard. Before he was able to say something about your actions, he was cut off as your warm, wet cavern enveloped his cock and dribbled on all of him.

“Oh fuck, kitten,” his hand shot out to grip a handful of your hair as he shouted, “I didn’t know you were so eager. Best we speed things up. Come.”

Releasing your hair, he moved to grip your shoulders as he laid himself on his back and pulled you to lie atop him, this time, he positioned you to face his cock and your cunt now rested above his face. You could feel his hot breath hovering over your heat, and you knew he was licking his lips impatiently wanting to dive in. “This way, we both get the best of both worlds sweetheart.”

Those were his last words before he planted his face directly in your cunt, licking a bold strip from your clit to your rim. Swirling the bud around his tongue and nipping at it, he attached his lips to your clit to suck the life out of it. Feeling you jerk in his hold; his arms rose to hold your waist. Tantalizing licks from your entrance to your clit, you felt his tongue dancing around your entrance before dipping into thrust. Collecting all your juices on his tongue and drinking them up, you heard him moan as his face was buried in your cunt.

On the other end, you were attempting to focus your attention on his cock, but given his professionalism in the area of pleasure, you found it hard to return. Your grip on his cock was tightening with every lick and with the growing fire in your abdomen, you fought to catch yourself and give your attention to his unattended cock. Straining and desperate for some comfort, his cock stood angrily as it awaited the return of your mouth.

Taking your time to fit him in, you barely got far given his remarkable girth that filled your mouth to the maximum, but where your mouth didn’t fit, your hands covered. Bobbing your head along his girthy cock, you strained your ear to listen to his grunts as you sucked him off. Slobbering on his cock and making a mess, Celegorm felt your drool running down his cock and decided to provide his own assistance. Planting his feet on the ground, without warning, he gave a slow thrust into your mouth to alert you of his change in pace.

“Relax your mouth love, hollow your cheeks for me.” his commanded before he dived back into your cunt and began the motion of his hips.

Starting off with slow thrusts so you could get the hang of it, his thrusts gradually increased and the only sounds that you heard throughout the small spacing were your moans and grunts along with slurping and gurgling. Celegorm’s thrusts were a warning of what was to come later and how relentless he was. There were times he forgot that you had to breathe and continued to thrust making you gag, a sound he enjoyed, so you would have to pull away to catch your breath before returning.

You could feel the fire in your abdomen building, the tower forever rising, threatening to burst from the vicious tongue action on the other end. Toes curled and your brain lagged as a finger entered you while his lips were attached to your clit, when it began thrusting, you lost it. The roughness of his finger was the perfect texture to glide past your gummy walls. Thick and it filled you up nicely, maybe not as nice as his cock would, but it filled you up well. It didn’t take long to feel the nudging of a second finger wiggling its way beside the first and soon, thrusting into your cunt.

“Oh fuck, Tyelko…ngghh.” He was enjoying all the cries you made, especially when his names slipped past your ever-so-sweet lips. He wanted to eat up all the sounds you were making.

Speeding up his ministrations, he curled his fingers to aim for your sweet spot right off the bat. Ripping another shriek from your throat, he knew had found it and pushed your limit to abuse your spot. Holding your body in his vice grip of an arm, he thrust his fingers alongside the flicking of his tongue. A deadly combo from the most skilled and deadliest hunter of them all, Celegorm was going in for the kill. Shaking his head and running his tongue along your entrance, he slipped his tongue in and thrust all three synchronously, never allowing you to feel empty.

His skills were unmatched and unchallenged. Your poor brain couldn't find the time to question his upper hand at the experience he so proudly demonstrated. The synchronized thrusts of his hips along his tongue and fingers were baffling as they provided the right amount of contentment. Your body arched and wiggled hopelessly, but couldn't get a inch of relief from his titanium grip. His embrace spoke volumes just like his deadly tongue and finger punching the wind out your chest. A toss of his head left and head expertly rolled his tongue in places untouched. In and out, up and down, his tongue and fingers rode you like a rogue wave and left you drifting in the currents, deeply being tugged around further and further into regions unknown.

His hips worked tirelessly to achieve stimulation, forgetting at times you required air like any ordinary person. Where is pleasure was concerned, Celegorm made no mistake in achieving the maximum. The way his length would travel down your throat, swelling your mouth with his tremendous girth was a tight fit for him. Your mouth squeezed him as though it were your cunt. A sacred temple he craved to enter and release his ravenous intentions upon. The longer he remained down your throat, the more punishing the situation felt. Celegorm just wanted that extra fiery warmth.

Fighting to escape the on slaughter as the fire reached its peak, you fought tooth and claw to crawl out of Celegorm’s embrace but the silver head male wasn’t having it. With a few more flicks and thrusts, he was soon rewarded with your released spraying all over his face. Greedily diving in to drink all that you had to offer, he slurped your essence as if it were nectar from the Gods. He didn’t care if he sent you into oversensitivity, he wanted to drink everything you had.

“T-Tyelko, too much, p-please.” Whining out to him to ease you up was the only thing to break his concentration.

“Sorry kitten, you just tasted so fucking good, I had to have more,” he spoke humorously as he released his hold around your waist and rolled you off him to lie on your back.

Shifting to lie beside you, he observed your heaving chest and the look of resounding pleasure registered upon your face. His pride was swelling at the knowing greatness he achieved, but he was far from finished, not when your body received only a fraction of the pleasure he had to offer. Furthermore, you had agreed to assist him with his problem, and it was far from solved, more work was required.

Trailing a finger daintily upward your skin, felt the trembling and shivers still racking your sweat-covered body. When he decided that he had waited for enough, he moved to kneel between your legs and propped either around his waist which caught your attention.

“Tyelko, w-what are you doing? I thought we were finished.”

“Finished? My sweet little bunny, this wolf is far from satisfied – I’m famished – besides, you still hadn’t dealt with my problem.” Kissing you teasingly on your lips as he spoke, he dipped his hand to run his cock up and down your cunt, collecting your juices and enjoying your shivering.

“W-What are we going to do now?”

“Now, you’re going to really help me, and I’m going to devour you in return.”

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Burning Desires

Fingolfin x reader

Kinktober 2022: Daddy Kink

A/N: I literally don't know how to feel about this fic. Using ada/atar felt strange so I opted for the good ole fashion daddy and now I want to curl away and cringe because of it lol.

Warnings: fembod, daddy kink, dom! Fingolfin, overstimulation, fingering

Word Count: 2k

Synopsis: Your sweet, famished and ravenous husband decides to wake you up with a dire urge to satisfy his lustful hunger and refuses to stop until he's finished.

His thrusts were diabolical as they sent you into a frenzy, gripping the sheets until they tore and screaming until you had no voice left. The expert and calculative rolls of his hips plunging his cock deeper every second, not allowing you to regain or catch a single breath, he wanted to make you fall apart on his cock – like always. He’s accurate with every rock and roll of his hips, adjusting himself from the start to angle his cock directly at your soft spot in hopes of abusing it throughout the entire night. No prayer or pleads could save you from the onslaughter he so freely and lovingly delivered. Fingolfin wanted to show his darling just how much he loved caring for and spoiling them, it was his job after all.

He had wakened you up in the middle of the night, panting and drenched in sweat from the heated wet dream he suffered. Quick to glance over at your peacefully sleeping body, Fingolfin had wasted no time in arousing you from your slumber with gentle grinds of his hips against your ass and squeezing the fat of your breast while his sinful tongue covered your neck. The faint whispers of what he wanted to do to you bring you out of your sleep and in no time Fingolfin had you pressed into the mattress, fucking the sleep out of you. Your ass was high in the air in the most painful arch he contorts your body into. A hand pressing on your shoulder to keep you still and his right foot planted into the bed beside your waist to drove his cock into you with perfection.

His hands were hot and heavy, contorting you as he pleased and whispering about how good you were being for daddy. Every whisper that fell off his tongue earned him a squeeze around his cock and he chuckled, pleased to know that you loved when he took care of you. The starry look in your eyes, enhanced by the glittery tears falling had his cock throbbing and it made his thrusts increase. Pressing his body into yours and pushing you deeper into the mattress had you scrambling for security, but your husband had you secure, his hands reached out to grip yours and plant them into the mattress near your head. Towering above you, he couldn’t help but lean down to bring his lips close to your ear to tantalize you some more.

“Is daddy making his Queen feel good? Am I fucking my sweetheart just right?” the deepest his voice could reach, and it shattered your core. Clenching uncontrollably around his as he spoke, he gave a choked laugh at your response. Your cunt was sucking him in, and he didn’t even need to thrust his hips, you were doing all the work.

Fingolfin felt like he was in heat, his body was overly warm and slowly being consumed by desirable urges to breed you like some wild, feral animal. Grunting and growling with every slap of his hips against your, the loud pat pat pat of his ball coming in contact with your drenched cunt squelched loudly around the room. You could only pray that no one was up and walking about at the ungodly hour of the morning, otherwise, they would be in for one hell of a session. The whiney cries escaping your lips, crying out to your King about how good he was making you feel or the begs and pleas for more and to give it to you harder all echoed around the room boisterously.

“P-Please daddy m-more, fuck, please, please.” Chanting your pleas like a prayer, it was only fair that your daddy gave it to you just as you demanded. You were working in sync with his so-called heat.

Your willingness to be consumed over and over by his overwhelming power always made his heart swell and his cock throb uncontrollably. It was an absolute win for Fingolfin went it came to having a lover who could keep up with his presence. He always moulded your body with delicacy with every thrust, ensuring that your cunt would always remember his cock and know that it belonged to him. The saccharine sliding of his length brushed against every inch of your gummy walls, allowing his veins to kiss every surface it touched, contorted your brain and melted it into mush. He was rearranging your guts with his long, hard and delicate strokes. It was touching your soul and making you cave in – had you not already.

Dragging his lips closer to your ear, his hot breath was the first thing you felt before a scorching tongue reached out to flick the tip, earning him a whiney pant. It made his cock dance in delight and spurred in to go deeper until he nestled against your womb. His tongue trailed from your tip and covered your neck in opened-mouth kisses, poking his tongue out to lick bold stripes of your skin and humming in delight at the taste. Every sample of your skin drove him feral and you, closer to achieving your high. Fingolfin could feel it, he could feel the undeniable grip on his cock, contracting and relaxing with every pump.

“You’re close, I can feel you. Are you going to cum for your daddy?”

“Uh-huh, hmm.”

“Good girl.”

Those were the final words he required before unfolding you from your position and pushing your entire body along with his into the mattress, sandwiching you between him and the bed. His hand had snaked its way between your legs, thumbing at your clit and marvelling at the way your body convulsed. He wasn’t as kind as you would expect him to be, no, in fact, he was brutal when it came to your pleasure and gave you every ounce he knew your body could handle. The callouses on his finger were rough against your clit but provided every bit of extra pleasure to your already heightened senses. Fingolfin had you right where he wanted you to be – lost out your mind.

The incomprehensible pleasure that surged through your body from the sheer contact of his skin atop yours was making your mind buckle. It was overpowering and he was a powerful figure. The power that surged from him whenever he dominated you never caused you to shrink in fear but consumed you thoroughly and left you wanting more. He was the most enticing person you had the pleasure of meeting and bedding all at the same time. How many could say they had this experience of having their back being blown out and nails clawing into the sheets, tearing them apart as they felt their bones rattling from contentment. You were blessed to be with his presence and under him at this current time, providing him with the necessary fulfilment to satisfy his needs. You were his Queen, and it was your duty to provide for your husband, no matter how many hours he kept you up.

Tears and drool slid down your face and wetted the sheets, endless sobs and cries of his name, ‘daddy, daddy, daddy’ escaped your lips and Fingolfin found you beautiful. You were like an abstract painting, the rarest gem of them all. You were a mess but still priceless as he pounded into you with greater vigour. You were his darling who he swore to protect and take great care of. He had to ensure that you knew your daddy was taking great care of his darling wife. Your sobs were being drowned out by the substantial slapping of sweaty skin upon skin, slipping and sliding against one another and fighting for a proper grip. The friction was eloquently delicious, it made your toes curl.

Thumb now pinching and tugging at your sensitive nub, Fingolfin grunted when your heat grew, tightness contracted around his cock, and he felt stuck. His own hips began to stutter as your body trembled and shook under him, cascading your orgasm over you like a dam breaking free. A shout of his name was followed by a whine, and you melted into the sheets with light shock surging through your body. He wished his body could have held out longer but given his situation, he tumbled and stuttered, following suit and cascading into his own bliss with a baritone grunt to flood your womb. It was a series of sighs and mewls when his cum filled your cunt.

But your bliss was short-lived as his hands rolled your body around to flop on your back and resettled himself between your legs. Not pleased with the flow of his cum seeping from your heat, his fingers dropped between your legs and scooped everything up before forcing it back into your heat. Fingering you and not at a snail’s pace, he fought to grasp your hands that aimed to push his away from the oversensitivity and pinned it above your head. Grinning at the obscenely squelching of his cum re-entering your heat and your sweet cries.

“F-Fuck, I can’t cum again – ”

“ – oh yes you will sweetheart, you can give your daddy another.”

Leaning down to capture your lips in a violent kiss, he bit at your lips and swallowed your cries as another orgasm was approaching. His fingers were fighting to pull out only to be sucked back in with every tug. When he looked down, watch as they were coated in his cum and your cream while your lips were gripping him aggressively and desperately, and he scoffed. You didn’t want to give him more but look at how greedy your cunt was, sucking him in without any remorse, and Fingolfin’s hunger was far from sedate. His heat was unquenchable and beckoning him to finish what he started.

Twisting and crooking his fingers deep within you and grazing your soft spot with every thrust, his fingers carried out the same job as his cock. They filled you up equally as good and always left you wanting more as they moulded your insides as well – doing the finishing touches. Adding the little intricate details that his cock couldn’t accomplish, that were the job of his artfully skilled fingers. Capable of wielding a sword with deadly accuracy and sending you spiralling into heaven. Fingolfin was pleased by the signs of your orgasm approaching and did not hesitate to remove his hold on your hands and press down on your lower abdomen while increasing his pace. Little squirts of your essence splashed up against his wrist and arm before the rest cascaded like a waterfall bursting free during springtime.

“Atta girl. Good.” He praised with the brightest smirk plastered across his face.

Still caught up in your bliss, tears pouring down your face and gasping for breath after fighting up with your high, you missed the parting of your legs being pushed open wider and pressed into the bed once again. Devilish with his motives, Fingolfin still craved his fill and was far from being finished. One hand on your leg, the other wrapped around his length, stroking it in delight and panting at the little rippling sensation surging through. He ran his cock through your folds collecting some of his spilt cum and smearing it all over your cunt. It was then at the increase in sensitivity, your hips twitched away from the tingling sensation and your eyes widen like saucers when he gave naughty slaps with his cock to your cunt.

Sinfully painful and it made you hysterical, ripping gasps from your poor abused throat when he finally slipped in for the hundredth time that night and made your toes curl. Butterflies erupted within the deepest parts of your stomach, and you felt your pulse beating in the heart of your cunt as he floated through your gummy walls to rest against your womb.

“I think my Queen give daddy another round?”

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Automatic

Irmo x reader

Kinktober 2022: Bondage

A/N: I never thought that I'd be writing for the Valar given how much I'm iffy about them in the Silm, but for Lorien, I'd make all the exceptions.

Warnings: fembod, bondage, pet names (reader gets called little one), a hint at size difference, mentions of oral sex (m receiving)

Word Count: 2.2k

Synopsis: Tying up your lover for the first time takes a wrong turn, or maybe a right turn.

“Are you sure about this little one?” there was concernment in his voice but underneath, it was laced with danger, a silent warning to thread carefully with your choice of action.

“Uh-huh, I’m sure. I want to do this,” you replied with the brightest sparkle in your eyes as you were completely unaware of the dangerous trap you were setting yourself up for. You hadn’t the slightest idea just how deadly your famed lover was capable of being. All his honey-dripping smiles and alluring praises were only just a sneak peek of what he was planning for the main course of his meal later, but you were too wrapped up in the innocence of taking the lead to understand.

Gazing at your lover, his hands were bounded together as your smaller ones delicately attempted to wrap ropes around his wrist and fasten them to the headboard. Irmo still remembered the exciting aura radiating as you came bounding into his halls holding the ropes behind your back and bore the sweetest smile ever before proposing the question.

‘Can I tie you up?’

It was not the question you should ever ask him. He had warned you countless times to tread carefully when dealing with matters of intimacy, because he knew when he was in a headspace, it was impossible to get him out. He could never control himself around you properly. Always fucking you like there was no tomorrow. However, he just wasn't sure on how to approach the situation without scaring you, hence, your reason for constantly creating them to rile him up. You did love the times when he'd let loose and be free but Irmo would always apologize about being overly rough. You could tell that he secretly wanted to break ties and ravish you with little to no sense of control and without any remorse, a guilty pleasure.

Looking at you with daring eyes, Irmo arched a brow when he found you taking overly long with making a solid knot to fasten his wrist to the headboard. Not wanting to openly express his displeasure, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and sigh disappointedly as he shifted his body at your leisurely pacing. Were you serious about this? At the rate you were moving, he'd become bones.

“Why are you taking so long little one?” he questioned impatiently, and it made a smirk grow across your face.

“Why does it matter, I thought you didn’t want to do this because I should thread carefully?” you mocked him which was the worst mistake you could ever make.

Silently grinning and choking up a scoff, he hung his head and shook it while blinking away the anger in his eyes, you were too focused on making the last knot to notice the change in his expression. Big on having many intimate moments with you, and when he did, it was mostly gentle and tender. Though, when you did attempt to push him over the edge with your antagonizing teasings, all he’d just do was sit back, relax and plan when to strike unexpectedly. He was capable of being a sneaky devil masked underneath the perfect divine façade. Unfortunately, patience wasn't on his side tonight because he wasn't letting it slip. He was growing tired of these games you’d always play, completely forgetting the power he held literally in the palm of his hands when it came to your pleasure.

Waiting for you to crawl back down, you perched yourself onto his waist, sitting in only a thin see-through nightgown lacking underwear, just how Irmo preferred. While you were wrapped up like a present, your lover was stripped completely and laid himself bare on his bed, open for your taking. His stomach was a taunt and lean with a chiselled chest and not overly meaty biceps to match his physique. His silver hair fell around his body, encasing him in a silver glow making him appear as a gift in your eyes. And his cock was wet with spit and precum from all the previous warm-ups you gave him earlier in an attempt to get him prepared for later. It slapped against your ass, smearing its precum across your skin and staining it.

Reaching behind you for his cock, a hiss resonated from his throat when your dainty fingers gripped him firmly and gave a few pumps before running him through your folds. You could feel the anticipation as he slightly trembled. His body shivered in wait as he felt you teasing yourself by rubbing his tip around your entrance and sinking down on his tip and sliding off. With each passing minute as you continued to do so, he was tugging on the restraints. Any minute a crack would be heard.

“Quit teasing and just put it in little one,” he growled and you couldn’t believe it, he was desperate for attention.

Snapping your eyes over to him, you couldn’t help but roll them before commenting on his attitude, “So bossy.”

Leaning your body over his and looking directly into his eyes, you noticed the swirling storm raging as you sunk yourself slowly onto his cock. His nostrils were flared and his breathing ragged. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple as he bit his lips from the welcoming tightness and warmth of your cunt. Not being able to keep it in, Irmo threw his head into the pillows and moaned into the bedroom’s air. He was panting and thought for a moment that he was about to die surrounded by your heat.

“Take your time little one, you know it's a tight fit, easy on my cock – ”

“Will you be quiet?” You snapped at him as you were only halfway down his cock. He was always nudging against your cervix and if you were to sink the rest of the way, you’d rip yourself in half. It always amazed you how he was able to make himself fit.

Widening his eyes at your attitude, his head was flung into the pillow to release a burst of devilish laughter that haunted your soul. You were playing with fire. Glancing at you through hooded eyes, Lorien continued to observe through slithered eyes as you attempted to sink your body the rest of the way and only pausing to tremble because you couldn't fit him. Waiting patiently for you to pause at the right moment and take deep breaths, he thrust his hips forward and pushing himself completely in. You fell onto his chest with nailed gripping his shoulders as his hips pumped themselves into your cunt pushing the rest of himself the rest of the way in. He couldn't help but chuckle at your pathetic moans, begging and pleading for more and to go harder, but he wasn’t ready to give in yet.

With ease as his hips drove into yours, he broke free of his bonds with the whisper of a word and brought his arms to wrap around your waist. They were quick to slide off your child-bearing hips and grip your ass as his speed increased. His enormous hands squeezed the plump flesh to his delight and gave light spanks to it. You on the other hand were crying out to him to have mercy and give you want you wanted as he thrust his cock at an angle that grazed near your soft spot but never touched it. He was confused about where all the attitude from earlier had gone.

His cock easily slid in and out your cunt from the excessive moulding off your body during your first few times. He made sure that your body would only contort under his will and remember his cock upon first entry. Still to this day, it was a torturous experience. The way his cock would struggle to squeeze past your muscles while being suffocated to death, Irmo enjoyed the feeling of knowing you would always be too small to take him. The power it gave him made him just a tad bit cocky, but it was a privilege to have you struggle to take his cock. The stretch would send you into a frenzy.

Tumbling in and out of pleasure, Irmo was controlling every sensation your body experiencing at that moment, his way of showing you that he would forever have power over you. Your body was just floating out in the sea of ecstasy, not your usual drowning and you wished to experience that grasp of pleasure if only he would just graze your soft spot. The laughter going in one ear and coming out the next and the grip his hands held on you – figuratively and literally – felt overwhelming. It made your body cave into his desires and will. Everything you were going to do was all under his command, his control, his power that he dangled over your head as if he was toying with a cat.

His hips were always sinful, and it was no different from how they rolled against yours. Calculative and precise with just a hint of venom loving the way you clawed at his chest and breathed heavily as though you were losing your breath. One thrust and your body would lurch forward and up his chest. The hands on your body ran sensationally over your skin, making you squeal and squirm with enhanced pleasure. As much as you wanted to deny his touch, your own body betrayed you and arched into his hands, trembling under every glide of his delicate fingers. All you could do was bury your face in the crook of his neck and whimper.

“My sweet, sweet little one. Look at me, that’s it. Now, here’s how things are going to go from now on,” he paused to suck in a deep breath as he felt your walls clenching around him before continuing, “...you can either let me have my way with you and we can pretend this never happened or…I can fuck you like you desire but never let you cum. Choose.”

Whimpering and crying out his name, he was enamoured by the way it rolled off your tongue; he always was. All the pleasurable sighs you gifted him about how good he was making you feel were praises to boost his already prideful capabilities. He knew he was a God in the area of pleasuring you and your little attitude tonight tempted him to use that title to strip you bare. Manoeuvring his hips to sink his cock as deep as possible into your heat, the grip on your ass held you firmly as his thrusts slowed to a snail’s pace making the multitude of veins on his cock kiss every inch of your heat as it moved in and out, coating itself in the most perfect ring of cream at the base.

“I-Irmo please, I want to cum, please…” you whined.

That was all your lover required to roll you two over, so you laid under and him on top with your hands bounded in his above your head. His larger body covered yours and pressed you into the bed, placing just a fraction of his weight so you couldn't run. His hips never ceased their pounding and shook your entire skeleton. Your bones were rattling from the intensity of his thrusts and all you could do was lie there and take them. Irmo took the opportunity to bring his lips down to yours for a quick distracting kiss as his hands inched yours further up the bed to interlace the ropes around your wrists. He was skilful and witty with his movements; not once did you suspect your lover fastening your hands to the bedhead until he pulled away with a dangerous glint in his eye from the kiss. It was then you realized the trap you had set yourself up in right from the very start. Irmo would have never allowed you to get away with tying him up so easily unless some payback was written in stone.

“I warned you to thread carefully, but you never learn,” violet eyes gleamed into your fearful ones, a dark cynical chuckle escaped his throat as you struggled against the bonds. Tugging and knowing that it was useless because they were ropes specially made by the Vala, you released a whine because this was not how you imagined him having his way with you for your earlier stunt. A completely different scenario resonated in mind.

You were too stunt to speak.

“What is the matter little one? Why so scared? You gave me free rein to have my way so we could forget about your little,” dragging his hands down to grip your cheeks and squish them together, he shook your head, “attitude. So, sit back and relax, you haven't anywhere to go.”

Your response fell short because the next round of thrusts made your back bow off the bed as the air was knocked out of your chest. He purposefully rested his body against yours, pinning you into the mattress so you had no choice but to stay there and take what he gave while lacing your skin in blissful love bites. He was truly a passionate lover, the best you had ever experienced and the only one you had encountered. Everything he delivered was a sensory overload that had your head spin and brain melted. From the brushing of his chest against your nipples to the wicked thrust of his cock past your tight cunt to the breath-taking kisses he gave.

“We’re not even through one round, but let’s see how many more you can last for tonight.”

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Flower Shower

Fingon x reader

Kinktober 2022: Sex Pollen

A/N: Not like the song Flower Shower by Hyuna was the inspiration behind the title and not like I was listening to it non-stop. There has been a lack of Fingon smut and content and I don't approve, so here's something to change that.

Warnings: fembod, dub-con (in a way it is dub-con because of sex pollen), sex pollen, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, creampies, overstimulation, manhandling

Word Count: 6.7k

Synopsis: Picnics were the best way to spend a warm, sunny day together and definitely not sneaking into a forbidden garden to snoop.

Being tugged by eager hands into the vastly colourful fields of Yavanna that bore fruits and plants of all different varieties, you couldn’t help but stumble over your feet as your eyes paused to take in the beauty. Fingon’s hurried footstep never ceased in the direction he was taking you since he was more ecstatic to show you the beauty of the Valar’s garden. You had lived all your life in Valimar and only ever stepped out to visit him in Tirion as you two were courting. Your parents were extremely strict and never allowed you anywhere without chaperones, so this was a first and an overly thrilling adventure. You weren’t sure how Fingon got your chaperones convinced to leave you alone for a day, but he did, and now here you were, walking through fields of orchids and peaches and roses.

A basket was in the prince’s hand while the other was busy tugging your limp one and his eyes were scoping the area for the best spot for a picnic. He wanted to grant you the best view of the Valar’s garden as well as stay out of Laurelin’s bright light as it shone at its highest hours. Noticing your grip in his hand slipping, Fingon craned his neck around to see what it was that had captured your attention so greatly. He couldn’t help but grin when he noticed your eyes falling on the grand golden gates of the west portion of the garden, covered in vines and orchids. Behind the gates, no one knew what lay there. Some spoke about newly developing plants being created and stored there and others claimed that secret plants the Valar refused to share with the people lay behind the gates. Either way, today was the day that you both would discover for yourselves.

“I see you’ve found the Mystery Garden of Yavanna.” He voiced enthusiastically as his grip on your hand tightened.

“I’ve heard so much about it, but no one knows what dwells within. Do you know Findekáno?” you asked inquisitively as your gaze remained locked on the gates.

You were never one for adventures or anything risky for a matter, but the moment you met Fingon, all the safety measures and voice of reason got thrown out the window. You were committing all the crazy adventures with the lively prince and had the worse time explaining to your parents the reason for your messy condition upon return. It did cause a problem in your relationship because, at one point, your parents thought it best for you to break things off with the prince because he was tainting your lady-like image and reducing it to a wild maiden, however, Prince Fingolfin and the Lady Anaire were able to convince your parents otherwise. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop Fingon from taking the opportunity to take you on even greater adventures, ignoring your parents because, in his opinion, they were too ‘proper with any sense of fun’.

“I may be adventurous, but I’ve never seen what dwells behind…however it doesn’t stop us from finding out.” He grinned as he walked towards the gate.

Fearing for your life because you didn’t want to anger the Valar, you tugged Fingon back to your side, “Wait no, are you crazy, we could get into trouble for this!”

“As have all the other activities we’ve indulged in,” he counterreplies with a boisterous smile.

“Well yes but this is a different type of trouble Findekáno. This is the Valar type of trouble I mean.” You warned. As much as you despised that upbringing your parents gave, you still had your respects for the Valar and refused to anger them. Your parents would definitely call your courtship off with the young prince.

The longer Fingon stared at you, he noticed the worry swirling in your eyes. He never liked putting you into frightful situations since it would make him appear as a dick, the last name he would have anyone associate him with. Switching his gaze between you and the gate, he really wanted to learn about what dwelt on the other side as you brought it to his interest, and it was bugging him to leave without investigating. With a bite of his lips, Fingon cast his head downwards and sighed in disappointment.

“Fine then, I’ll just return alone when you're not around so you wouldn’t have to worry. Come on now.” His voice was deflated as he spoke, and it was as if all the light on his face had vanished.

Staring at the diminishing of his exuberant aura, you opened your mouth to respond, but your words were cut off when he gave your hand a gentle tug to lead you down the previous path you were once on. You hadn’t thought that he would be this saddened by not getting his way for illegal activity. At the same time, it saddened you to watch as his joyous mood returned to a simpleton quiet. Fingon’s shoulders were no longer sharp, his clothes no longer hugged his body nor did his hair fall graceful as he walked. Everything appeared boring and dull and lifeless. He was affected by being unable to trek into the gardens.

He spoke no words the entire time he guided you through the rest of the garden and came to an oak tree on a gentle hill. The hill gave a wonderful aerial view. You were able to see the orchid and peach trees to your left, the field of flowers to your right and the giant lake that seemed to stretch for miles before you both. Laurelin’s golden rays bounced off the surface and made the lake appear as if there were a million diamonds swimming around. Your view was truly breathtaking as the visual of colours slapped your face in awe and wonder and left you gaping. Fingon standing beside you could not help but chuckle as he took in your look of disbelief.

Laying out everything on the blanket, you and Fingon had found yourselves engaging in a round of humorous conversations about how he and his siblings had pranked his younger brother Turgon. Throwing your head back and landing on the blanket, you let out a peal of laughter when he described how his brother had taken a trip down the staircase believing that he had dodged the tripwire. He was an excellent storyteller and a dramatic one as well. His expressions when replaying a scene always made you feel as though you were right there living the moment. His hand and body movements or the way he would spring into action with mirth in his eyes could not help but made you realize just how lucky you were to be with him. Everything he did was to truly make you happy even if it caused him discomfort.

“And then, he attempted to chase us down the hallway almost running into – ”

“ – Are you happy Findekáno?” you asked, cutting him off mid-dramatics.

“Why yes. Why would you ask such a question?” he responded as he sat back down on his hunches. A cute, puzzled look adorning his face.

“Well…you seemed pretty upset by not being able to venture pass the gates after I said to not go.” You replied gloomily.

“Oh,” Fingon had moved to stretch his legs out to touch yours as he sat opposite your half-lying position, “it’s nothing to be worried about like I said, I’ll just return some other time alone so you wouldn’t have to get into trouble.”

“But you would be in trouble and then our courtship would get called off because my parents wouldn't want me to court someone who angers the Valar. You know this.” You responded.

Gazing at you for a moment, he was going over your words because they made a lot of sense, you were right. He didn’t want to jeopardize the success of your relationship, especially after his first warning, but this was Fingon. He could not be swayed easily once his heart was set on it, “You know, I’m awfully stealthy, no one would notice my entry.”

“They’re the Valar Findekáno, they can see all. Plus, I’ll go with you, I can’t let you have all the fun by yourself now.” There went the adrenaline rush that you were so fearful of being released.

Gawking at you, Fingon did not hesitate to snort at your enthusiasm, “Arimelda, the whole point of being stealthy is to not get caught, you are far from that and plus you’d just trip on your dress and put a tear in it. What would your parents say?”

“Oh, so you think that I cannot be stealthy?” cutting you off, Fingon nodded at your words with an ‘obvious’ look on his face, “remember you took me hunting in a dress and we caught a deer together? Isn’t that stealth?”

Opening his mouth to reply, he closed it and ended up flapping his lips like fish as he thought of a proper response to combat your witty remark. He knew you were right but as you had commented earlier, they were the Valar who could see all.

“Didn’t you say earlier that they could see all, what makes you think they wouldn’t see you coming?” finally in response to make you question your words or so he thought.

“Then that should prevent you from venturing into the Mystery Gardens, furthermore, if you’re getting into trouble then count me in, we could share the blame. Through the ups and downs, good times and the bad.”

“We’re saying our vows already? I should have brought our rings,” he exclaimed searching his body as if he brought a ring.

Wheezing at his antics, you watched in amusement as he plucked strands of grass and fashioned a ring. When he was finished, he reached over for your right hand and slipped it onto your index finger with a kiss on your knuckles when finished. Pulling back slightly, he gazed over your features while going over your words. He didn’t want to risk your courtship with him, but his adventurous side was beaconing to him to take the chance. Whether he did it alone or welcomed you on the trip, getting caught was bound to happen.

“Are sure about this?” he quizzed one last time.

“Positive.” You replied.

And with that, Fingon removed himself from your space and moved to stand, redressing his boots and robes on him before stretching a hand out for you to take. Complying without hesitating, you rose from your seat and trudged alongside your raven-haired lover, leaving all your materials on the hill under the oak tree, to venture into the unknown. Taking the same route, both you and Fingon were whispering and giggling to each other about what unknown possibilities were lying behind the golden gates that Yavanna would not want outsiders to not have contact with. Thoughts about great magical trees only gifted to the Valar were the one conclusion you both agreed on.

The trip was a lot shorter than you remember as you now stood before the gates. It was Fingon who released your hand and stepped forward to push the gate and see if it would budge or not. Surprisingly, it did open despite being placed to prevent outsiders from getting in and the splendid greenery your eyes fell on was a sight to behold. Thick vines were crawling up every tree that existed, seemingly choking and sucking the life out of the plants. The poor plants appeared as if they could not breathe as you walked through, observing the aisles of unknown species. Everywhere was green with only a few colours present from the visible flowers in bloom and it was safe to say that the ground was spared the overrunning of the vines, thus you had no need to trip.

Your walk was filled with silence as you both were too caught up in the presence of the flora and fauna to speak. No questions were asked, only soft breathing and light footsteps. Your hands were linked with one another as you crossed little streams of water pooling through the garden and providing life to the plants. Above, there was light since the trees formed no canopy, so you were able to see your foot placements and avoid tripping. The only things you were hoping to not encounter were any bugs or snakes or even spiders. They were not on your list of expectations, and you didn’t require them to be cut short.

Walking for another ten minutes, you and Fingon were coming to the end of the lane when you both began to smell a sweet citrus scent. It was suffocating your lungs as the scent came from everywhere. Neither of you could pinpoint the direction of scent as it grew unbearable and waffled through the air with grace. Along with the scent, minuscule grains of pollen floated with the wind and scattered about the garden, even falling unknowingly upon you two.

“I think that’s our cue to leave.” He coughed as his sleeve rose to his nose.

Nodding your head, you both turned yourself around and retreated in the same direction you entered, coughing and sneezing along the way from the inhalation of the pollen. The air on the way out became just as thick as the air at the end of the lane and this time, the flowers that were closed and you hadn’t realized were flowers, opened themselves and sprayed their fragrance onto both you and Fingon upon departure. You were beyond terrified not knowing if the flowers and fragrance were deadly or poisonous. Thought of dying like those elves who made the journey crossed your mind. You didn’t want to leave this world.

Beside you, Fingon stood with his hands on his knees gasping for breath and sounding like a suffocating person. His face was reddened, and his eyes were widened from the fear of being caught if that was the purpose of the scent. Taking glances at you through his peripheral vision, he noticed your panicked state with water in your eyes and rushed to comfort you.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, don’t cry. Everything’s fine, everything is absolutely fine.” He breathed into your hair as he cradled your body.

But nothing was fine.

Petting your hair while swaying with you from side to side, Fingon was able to stop the tears from flowing by showing you that he was alright and that he wasn’t afraid. Being wrapped up in each other’s embrace was the best and the worst situation either of you could be in. The pollen grains trapped in the pores of your clothing were breathed in with every intake of breath as you nuzzled into his chest, while Fingon inhaled through those that were trapped in your hair. Neither of you could explain the series of events that took place until everything was over.

Your breathing was the first to heighten, followed by an increase in heart rate. Sweat slowly began to fuse from every pore in your body driving you to feel overly warm, however, you felt confused because you wanted to escape Fingon’s arms and your clothes, yet you wanted to remain in his embrace. His touch was soothing, and it cooled the burning. You could not help but nuzzle further into his embrace while tightening your grip around his waist, sighing is absolute bliss. His scent, his body, his presence, everything felt right at that moment.

On the other hand, Fingon felt as if he was on fire, given that he got more hits with the pollen than you, and wanted to rip his clothes off. His brain could not function properly and decide on what he should do; continue consoling you, strip himself naked, or keep himself in your embrace. His own heart rate was pumping out of his chest, and he could have sworn he felt it being in his throat and stomach. It caused the grip on your body to become constricting as his arousal grew painfully with a burning desire to be put out. Between you two, his breathing was a lot more erratic and noticeable which urged you to lift your head and look at his flushed face. His pupils were dilated, and his lips were swollen with desire; they beckoned to you, and you were going to oblige.

Not even bothering to gaze at him, you leaned in to capture his lips in messy disarray. Bumping nose against each other, teeth knocked and grazed over tongues but you two were too caught up in the pleasure being received to pay attention. His mouth was quick to break away from your lips and leave hurried open-mouth kisses along your neck, dragging his tongue to taste your sweet nectarine skin. He moaned with every swipe of his tongue against your skin and grounded his hips into yours for relief. Your hands that were encircling his waist dropped lower to cup his ass, digging into his flesh and pressing him into your hips for more pleasure.

Fingon’s lips moved across your skin with hungry desires, he wanted to devour your body and claim it as his. On hand from your waist travelled upwards to grip your hair and tug your head backwards to give him more room to traverse your skin. He wasn’t fond of having your skin hidden from him which led to his other hand is busy with tugging at your dress ties to remove your obtrusive garment, and when he was finding it difficult to untie the laces, he pulled away from your skin to glare. His nostrils had flared as he cast you a dangerous eye – he was displeased with your dress. Dragging his hands from your hair and back, he brought them to your front and shredded your dress in one go. Your precious sky blue and white dress was in tatters on the ground, and you weren’t even displeased.

“Hmph,” Fingon’s hands reached for the waistband of your underwear and repeated the same thing with your dress – torn to pieces.

Wasting no time, a hand stretched out to press against your chest, loving the erratic heartbeat for him, and pushed you to lean against the bark of the peach tree. It was uncomfortable, but given the predicament, either of you was in, the discomfort was the least of your worries. All that mattered was your lover getting on his knees before you and yanking your hips outwards so he could bury his face in your cunt. Breathing in your scent, his nose bumped against your clit and prompted you to cry out. Fingon took it as a sign to proceed and easily, with grace and poise, he lifted your lower body off the ground and rested the crook of your knees on his shoulder while maintaining a grip on your thighs, and spreading you open. You fought for your balance as your back was pressed against the rough bark and your hands struggled to grip the sides to keep yourself upright.

At the parting of your legs, Fingon wasted no time admiring your cunt and chose to dive in face first, smearing your release across his cheeks and chin as his lips attacked. His hot tongue made rapid motions, running through your folds from your entrance to clit and then taking the tiny nub between his lips to give a firm suck. Shaking his head with your nub between his lips drove you insane and forced you to release whiney sighs that made your voice sound broken. But to Fingon, they were all he required to continue and become relentless with his actions. Tightening his grip on your thighs until bruises were formed, his tongue rolled and nipped at your nub before giving it a few harsh tugs and then travelled south. His tongue lavished at your entrance and sometimes slipped past it to brush further south.

You wanted to reach out and touch some part of him, his face or his hair, but that action proved to be difficult upon your first and last attempt. Trying to balance your weight on your left hand, you shifted your body to stretch your right hand out to grip his head, but the action nearly made you topple over had it not been for the vice grip Fingon had on your thighs. Growling at the break of concentration, Fingon's mouth shifted from your heat to bite at the insides of your thigh as a warning to behave before returning to his task at hand. Your head was floating above the clouds to fully comprehend how was the prince so good at pleasuring you. Had you been in your rightest mind, the question would have slipped out, but currently, all you were concerned about is how good he pleasured you.

His tongue made quick and turbulent motions as it dipped into your heat, thrusting in and out to collect every once of nectar he could muster. You were unbearably delicious and had he known this from the start, he would have devoured you instead of the long wait. The light tickles of his hair on the insides of your thighs added to the heightened pleasure you were already experiencing and prompted you to release mewl after mewl, and cries of his name. The way his name fell off your tongue had his cock straining in his pants, and he couldn’t take the wait anymore. Removing himself from your cunt, not before planting one last lick to your heat, he settled you down on the ground while he stood towering over you, scrambling to remove his attire. The many layers he had worn today had proven to be a sign of irritation because golden buttons went flying through the air as he tugged his garments off.

His movements were just as aggressive as his ragged breathing. You couldn’t help but stretch your hands out to assist, wanting nothing more than to feel his skin upon yours. Stripping him of his attire, Fingon threw himself back onto his knees to capture your lips in a languid kiss while both your hands undressed him. Clumsily, he yanked his tunic and shirt off earning a tear from one of the items before his hands travelled to your face. He left the removal of his pants as your job, as of now, he wanted to have your lips once again. The burning desire to consume you through and through built within his chest like a violent storm; ready to crash and destroy all it consumed.

His mouth on yours slowly locked and intertwined, drawing out sighs and groans from your throat. A musical masterpiece that his ear would never forget. Swiping his tongue on your lower lip, he pried it open and slipped in to meet your tongue in a teasing dance. His hands had risen to roam your body, squeezing and groping every inch of skin he found delectable. Somewhere in between reality and being lost in heaven, Fingon let loose a breathy moan when your fingers brushed the tip of his cock. The kiss was broken so he could look down at where your fingers were busy swiping the head of his cock and using his precum to pump his length. His pants were only resting mid-thigh his erection stood proud and tall with your hands wrapped around him and giving him shallow pumps, not enough to sedate his hunger.

Reaching down to snatch your hands off him, with his other hand, he spun you around and pushed you the lie on your stomach in the grass as he made quick work to remove the rest of his boots and pants. Panting like you were in heat, his body soon joined yours and laid perfectly atop yours with his cock resting against your heat.

“I’ve been waiting for this for such a long time.” He spoke with an inhumane volume of lust in his voice. Deepened and dropped his baritone voice echoed in your ear and sent shivers down your spine.

Your panting paused when you felt the head wiggling against your entrance, slowly pushing past the first ring of muscles. There was fire and pain, but a sight mix of pleasure as he slowly slid deeper and deeper with every growing second. His groans were strained as your cunt suffocated him and your heat was unbearably welcoming. A hand rested near your head and the other latched onto your hips and formed indentations of his elegant fingers. Biting his lips, he was drawing blood from the impatience he felt as he waited for your walls to relax around him and stop fluttering. His patience was running thin, and you were constantly whining and whimpering at the impressiveness of his sheer size – he stretched you out exquisitely.

“P-Please F-Finno, please m-move.” You whimpered into the grass.

Your nails were clawing into the dirt from the first delirious drag of his cock, and it made your head spin and become light. You know you felt when his hips slapped against yours upon the return, but your brain was dead for the high levels of intoxicated pleasure you felt from the joining. Your head was swimming in ecstasy with no sense of direction or comprehension. Every sound you made; you weren’t sure if it was a proper sound, but you weren’t concerned with how pathetic you were sounding right then. Your fire was being quelched by the cool, erratic touches of your lover’s cock being driven into you with immense force.

Fingon was so sinfully wicked with his thrusts, they burned and cooled your insides like ice. His hands skillfully contorted your both to his liking, arching your spine in the foulest positions for his taking and liking. He wanted you to fall apart under his touch, or maybe that was just the sex pollen acting. Either way, every touch of his was calculative and manipulative so your body would become familiar with his. The way his hips would snap perfectly against yours as if he was moulding his body into yours or moulding your body to fit him, he was wicked. The beloved and charming persona of the prince was a demon underneath his perfect princely display. Every word that fell off his lips was torture, sweet sinful torture to your body – it racked shivers through your entire frame and made the coil in your body tighten.

He could feel it, the pressure building up around his cock already from the first few thrusts, and he used it to his advantage. The calculated and expert roll of his hips would aim directly at your soft spot to get you creaming all over his cock and in hopes of cumming soon. Grazing past your gummy walls and moulding it to shape for his cock alone to be welcomed made your cunt desirous with every stroke. The hand in resting in the grass beside your head would travel across to brush some of your hair out the way so his lips would kiss itself against your skin, tasting the sweet nectarines and crisp heavenly waters from above. All his sounds echoed in your eardrum as his mouth hover dangerously close by, groaning and grunting.

Fingon knew exactly what he was doing to you, exactly what he wanted to do to you despite the intoxication of the sex pollen, his Royal Highness wanted you to conform under his touch, beg and cry out in pleasure. He got that through the movements of your nails clawing at the dirt and the other digging into his nape for support. Every sound he ripped from your throat, echoed in the distance to alert anyone and every one of your heated session. The pit-pat of his balls slapping against your heat and tickling your clit, crossed your eyes back into your head and made it bowed into the grass. Not pleased, he lifted himself off your body leaving little room and arched your neck upwards so he could see the mess he was making you as your walls convulsed around him. You folded into his touched and screamed his name when your heat caved in and creamed, finally creaming his cock just as he wished.

A dirty laugh escaped his throat as he was far from finished with you. Fingon’s grip on your body as you doubled over in ecstasy never ceased nor eased, it only intensified when he felt his own release coming about. The tightness of your grip on his cock – figuratively and literally – as he fought to make passage before his own hips spasmed was a death trap. Was it the pollen increasing your bodily factors or was it just you? Fingon had no time to question or think, all he wanted was to bury himself deep within and go another few rounds until his body gave away.

The brushing of his thick, long, raven curls showered you like a curtain and blocked out the rest of the world from your intense fucking. It cascaded like a waterfall of black ice; however, it was warm and inviting. You could feel the flexing of his muscles as his hips jerked and twitched signalling his high had come at last, and it consumed your smaller body in euphoria. Your back bowed and curled into his chest with every slow thrust of his hips pushing his marking deeper and deeper until it seeped into your womb. With a final grunt, he still his hips to exhale a deep resonating sigh. Nuzzling his face into your neck kisses were left and they trailed all the way up until he littered your jaw with soft bites. Doing everything in his power to save your lips for last, it was short-lived when your head turned to capture his.

“Humph,” his experienced tongue rolled around your mouth licking every sigh as his hips shifted once again to begin his mission – he was far from finished.

He kept you pinned into the grass as the pat pat of his balls slapping against your cunt did everything to send you into hyperactivity. Your poor, overused and drenched cunt was taking him whole once again, accepting his entire length and girth and blanketing it as it nestled against your womb for such a short space before saying goodbye momentarily. The dark, devilish chuckles say everything as his eyes gazed into your glossy, far-distance and starry eyes – it felt into one ear and racked goosebumps through your body. Little glittery tears, filled with stardust trickled from the corners and stained your flushed cheeks and it was a masterpiece in Fingon’s eyes – the only time he’d ever accept tears.

Silent moans left your lips as he did nothing less than fuck you into submission so your body would understand that it was he who would give you your pleasure. Tugging your face upwards to continue staring, he bent his head down to rest his forehead against yours, marvelling at your doe-eyes. He had already cum once, he was ready to cum again with that look and continue.

“So. Fucking. Perfect.” He grunted between each forceful thrust. His head, like yours, couldn’t help but float above the clouds as he continued to gaze deep within starry eyes.

His cock makes you convulse but it makes you crave his touch more and more; his plan was a succession. He wanted you to crave him, crave his touch, his scent, his body and presence, his cock and his voice. It makes your brain delirious and drunk, but it also makes you leave cream rings pooling around his cock as your gush all over him. And so, his name tumbled from your lips, chanting a song of wizardry to ensnare its victim and lure them in, bind them into your grasp and keep them there, under your lock and key. If Fingon thought, it was he who was manipulating your body under his touch, he was wrong, it was you all along.

You kept him coming for more, making you both tumble and roll around the grass, spending hours giving your all to each other. Cascading into a kaleidoscope of euphoria, never-ending and bottomless. Hands and mouth eagerly sampling all the other had to offer, drinking all the essence and still wanting more – greedy, the both of you were. Your energies were matched, no one chose to tire until one craved in first – stubborn. He fills you up until you could take no more, rings of cream coated his cock, while they painted your cunt, and he was pleased with his work. He gives you all that he could muster until he could produce no more before collapsing beside you, and in response, your body followed relatively into a deep slumber.

When you awoke, Laurelin was fading into Telperion as his silvery light echoed from behind the hills and over the forest. He was approaching his peak hours to glow at his brightest and to your right laid a naked Fingon with his mouth half-open and light snores escaping. Telperion’s slivery glow cast itself over Fingon’s raven hair and gave him a blinding aura, enhancing the already bubbly personality he expressed. You were still lying naked with his left arm slung over your back and his left leg resting across yours. Staring at his nudity, the blush that covered your cheeks as the images replayed in your mind made you chuckle nervously. Your parents were definitely going to break you up and kill him. To you, it was the least expected adventure you would have ever dreamed about going on, but it was enjoyable. You did something fun before living your last.

Rolling over onto your back and out of his grasp to sit up, your actions caused him to awake groggily. Those sleepy sapphire blue eyes pierced into yours with a boyish look adorning his face. He was beyond cute when he was sleepy.

“Hello.” He croaked. His body shifted to get up from where he lay but immediately flopped as he felt a stroke of pain in his thigh. Choosing to roll over instead, he now laid on his right side, facing you with a floppy smile on his face.

“What’s so funny?” you inquired.

Shrugging, Fingon simply shook his head as he continued to stare. Must be the side effects of the fragrance you got hit with, or so you thought. Shifting closer to his body, you moved to lie next to him, curling your smaller frame into his larger one and snuggling his chest. Small patterns were traced into your back as you both lay in silence. You could hear the soft chirping of some birds in the distance and nearby – larks, magpies and other songbirds. They were singing about the day being over and the night falling. You had to return to your chaperones before sundown otherwise you had to answer to your parents.

“Finno, my parents are going to get a kick out of this when they learn. What are we doing to do?” you whispered frightfully.

From the corner of his eyes, before he could respond, a movement from his left caught his eyes and out of the shadows of the trees stood Yavanna clad in her greens. Tall she stood with a playful smirk upon her lips and concern upon her brows as she gazed at your intertwined bodies before her Mystery Garden. She knew exactly what had transpired as the scent of her pollens was still strong on either of you. Casting Fingon a cocked brow waiting for you both to acknowledge her presence, she stood beside the peach tree as he scrambled to sit up pulling you along with him.

You couldn’t help but groan as he tugged you upright from all the incessant pounding he gave your body earlier. He was relentless and gave you no chance to catch your breath, no wonder why your bones and muscles ached like someone gave you the body beating of a lifetime.

“Dear, uh, I think we’re in…trouble?” Fingon spoke sheepishly as he cowered under Yavanna’s smirk.

Widening your eyes and swerving your head around to meet the person behind you both, you froze with a gasp. Casting your eyes elsewhere and ashamed of being caught by the Lady herself, you knew you were probably going to be skinned alive by your parents as well.

“Fear not young ones, I bring you no harm nor do I bore you ill news. It would seem that you have stumbled upon my flowers and became…ensnared,” she spoke with a light melody in her voice even though you lightly teased you both, “My creation worked, though I do not believe it is still fit for revealing.”

Fingon was the first to speak up as the braver of you two, “My Lady, you are not here to scold us for breaking in…and what was that creation?”

“Scold you, heavens no my child, you are not the first to have to stumble across my Garden of Pleasure. What you were affected by were the copulation flowers. As the name says, it gives one the urges to mate.” She explained with the brightest smile on her face knowing that it was a familiar routine she and her Maiars had to repeat on a monthly basis. She wished to have a spring or a private garden where it would be more accessible to adventurous couples without scaring the public.

“Oh.” That was all Fingon could respond with, still caught off guard by the fact that Lady Yavanna was casual about the incident.

“I do believe that you two should return home now, it’s getting quite late.” She continued in a maternal tone.

Nodding your heads at her, you ushered yourself to reach for your dress and shrieked at the condition it was left in. Tattered and useless, you couldn’t even cover yourself with it as a cape, and your underwear was much worse, it was in pieces. Sheepishly cowering beside you, Fingon dipped his head and averted his eyes elsewhere knowing that you were displeased by his barbaric behaviours. And he was right because your angry stare flashed upon him with the fury of a thousand arrows.

“Finno! My clothes! I can’t – I have nothing – what would they say…ugh.”

“My clothes are tattered as well, you know.” He argued as he held up a one-buttoned shirt and a torn tunic at the sleeves.

Falling into silence as you both stared in horror at each other’s clothing, it wasn’t long before boisterous laughter broke out between you both at the screwed-up situation you now faced. Neither of you was fit to return home in decent condition. His parents would eat him for dinner when they learn of your state as well as your parents. He was laughing through the pain and fear he was about to experience and not being fully aware of how to deal with it.

“Now, now children, like I’ve mentioned before, many have ventured and ended up like you both, thus clothes will be provided.” Yavanna had spoken from the shadows she lurked, watching you two in a frantic. She understood the rush of pleasure that made couples tear their clothes to pieces, thus you two were in safe hands.

From the shadows behind here emerged two other workers of hers carrying folded clothes, a suite for you and Fingon. Breathing a sigh of relief, instead of wanting to strangle your lover, you made the mistake of rushing from your seated position for your clothes and winced at the pain shooting through your legs. Beside you, Fingon couldn’t help but chuckle – you weren’t sure if it was because of your eagerness or the pain he gave.

“This was some adventure today wasn’t it?” he chuckled as he took the clothes with a quick ‘thank you’.

“It was indeed, though I’m not entirely sure how my parents would react to all this.” You responded.

“Just don’t tell them,” he reacted in an obvious tone, “and maybe we can return again.”

Snapping your neck over to him, you watched as he appeared nonchalant to his statement as he garmented himself briskly. He appeared too okay and normal with his statement, and it persuaded you to agree, “Agreed, we’ll return again.”

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Obedience

Ecthelion x reader

Kinktober 2022: Humiliation/Brat-taming

Request: “Bend over and spread your legs” prompt for Ecthelion x fem!Reader - anon

Warnings: fembod, humiliation, brat taming, spanking, orgasm denial, fingering, dacryphilia, mean dom! Ecthelion, oral sex (m receiving squint to view), slight degrading

Word Count: 3.2k

Synopsis: Nothing better than spending time with your husband teaching you manners you clearly lack.

Prompt: “Bend over and spread your legs”

“Stop squirming, don’t move.”

“Thel – ”

“Don’t speak until you are spoken to. Now, let us begin.”

Standing behind you, Ecthelion’s grip on your waist and wrist tightened in annoyance and excitement about what was to come next. Tall and angry, his figure towered over yours in his dark curtain-covered study. Barely any light was emitted through the curtains, all you could make out was the study desk before you since you crashed into it earlier, everything else was a blur despite having mapped out his study numerously. Releasing his right hand from your waist, it trailed upwards until it bound itself in your hair and yank your head backwards to rest against his chest.

“Now, I want you to listen to be careful because it could very well reduce punishment, understood?” The lowly, hot and savoury voice of his whispered near your ear and echoed through your body. He tsked at the shiver that coursed through your body in response.

“I said,” tugging your hair a little to emphasise his point, “understood?”

“Yes,” tightening his grip on your hair once again to get you to catch yourself, “sir.”

“Good. Now, I want you to tell me…what was so funny about sitting next to me during the King’s speech and touching me. I want you to tell me why it was necessary to run your sneaky little hands all over me, all over my cock. Tell me why you found it best to stroke my cock like some hungry whore. Do I not give you my cock? Do I not fuck you enough? Are you that greedy?”

For every emphasis he placed on his words, his hand tightened in your hair giving it a tug.

The worst part about him whispering all the filthy teasing you did to him earlier, was the build-up of your arousal in your underwear. The things his voice did to you and your insides. He wasn’t even buried in you, and it was stirring in delight. Maybe if you confessed, he’d lessen your punishment and give you a reward at the end. Stretching things out like before never ended well with Ecthelion – he tends to become an entirely different person.

“I asked you to tell me doll. What’s the matter, you can’t speak now? Have you gone dumb? Do I need to help you speak, perhaps make a noise?” feeling how you trembled under his words, he knew you were loving the attention he was giving. He didn’t need to bet that your cunt was soaked and slick in your arousal. The thought made his cock stir in his trousers.

“Bet you would love it if I helped you make some noise – let the entire staff know how desperate you are for my cock?” Releasing your hands and hair, he pushed you forward so you collided with his study desk. Behind you, there was the unmistakable sound of clothes being removed and falling to the floor. Turning around made no sense given that the room was dark, you won’t be able to see a thing, furthermore, you didn’t need to anger him again.

Shifting on your feet, you were attempting to find relief as the pain between your legs grew in volume. Your slick was now smeared between your thighs as you rubbed them together, all you needed to do was press your hand against your front to rub at your clit. Hoping that your husband wasn’t as perceptive as usual, you brushed your hand against your front, sighing at the contact before adding pressure to rub. The mistake you made was curling your head into your chest and fisting your free hand in your dress, Ecthelion saw it as plain as daylight.

“It doesn’t matter if I leave you unattended, you always find a way to disobey me.” His hot breath fanned your neck as he silently moved with grace and precision across the room to stand behind you. Clutching your hand, he tugged it away from your heat and brought it back to station at your side. Dancing his finger up your back, they expertly moved to untie the complicated lacing of your dress until he grew impatient and tore at the seam and dropped it to the floor without care.

“Bend over and spread your legs,” as much as you wanted to fight the command, your body naturally moved on its own from years of being trained to obey his voice, “look at you, so cock hungry you’d obey in a second.”

The moment you leaned yourself over his desk, you gasped at the coldness seeping through your skin and hardening your nipples. On the other end, Ecthelion had moved to open a few curtains allowing light to illuminate the room and to give him the perfect view of your stained underwear. Your round bottom was covered in one of his favourite pieces of lingerie, silver sheer with blue trimmings. He had placed an order for you during one drunk night because he loved seeing you all dolled up for him. From his position, he was able to view the wet patch, perfectly soaked and clinging to your cunt. Riling him up all day and yet, you were the one in desperate need of attention. If you wanted it so badly, your sweet lover would give it.

Silently he stalked to your bent-over form, lightly skimming the surface of your skin with his delicate fingers. He ghosted them over your ass, come all the way up your spine and trailed them back to the start. As he stopped, he heard you sucking in your breath, waiting for his next move. He wasn’t gentle, he was displeased. He was livid and feral. Thoughts went into his next moves, and yet, to anyone looking on, it would have seemed animalistic and unmannered. Dipping his thick, calloused fingers into the waistband of your underwear, the loudest tear echoed across the room followed by the tossing of your flimsy material elsewhere. Without hesitation, you felt heat spreading across your ass times two, as large, calloused hands delivered punishing slaps to your rare.

Wiggling was hopeless since his left hand reached out to snatch you firmly by your neck, pushing your head into the desk to prevent you from running away. You always did run away from everything he gave, as though you didn’t ask for it. Whimpering and whining, echoes of Ecthelion’s dark chuckle was resonating behind you.

“You sound pathetic given that this is exactly what you wanted,” bringing his hand down again but closer to your heat, both your ass and cunt grew fire with his strike. Collecting your arousal on his fingers from his strike, he returned his fingers to your cunt, running them up and down your folds, “if you want me to fuck you, then you ought to apologize to me right now doll, or I leave you unsatisfied. Go on, let me hear you plead and beg.”

You felt the humiliation surging through your veins and it made your arousal run in greatness. You knew he was tsking at the messy state you were bringing yourself to. You always did like when he turned into the dominant he truly was – this was the only way to get it out. But now, he was patiently waiting for your apology and as each second passed, his grip around your nape tightened in irritation and you could slowly feel the air leaving your windpipe.

“I’m sorry – I’m sorry for teasing you and stroking you…off during something so…important. I won’t do it again, I promise. Please sir, please I’m sorry.” You were putting on the performance of a lifetime. Crying into the air with your pleads and begs, waiting for him to desperately forgive you and all Ecthelion could do was smirk in amusement. Your apology was more comedic than regretful and he wanted to laugh, and he did.

“Doll, you sound far from apologetic, if anything, you sound…pathetic and whiney,” dipping his head closer to you’re the shell of your ear to give you a mouthful of laughter, ignoring the shiver, his words engraved themselves in your mind, “I said, put on a performance and apologize to me or you don’t get my cock.”

At the end of his words, his index and a middle finger slipped past your warm walls, coating themselves in your juices. The inaudible groan that was ripped from your throat as his fingers sluggishly danced along your walls made him chuckle. Your toes curled with every pump and crook of his fingers, brushing themselves along your gummy walls. Twitching and scissoring his fingers, your eyes crossed when his third danced along your entrance before ghosting your clit. Panting, and sure if you really were, sighs of his name fell from your lips about how good his fingers made you feel. Along the way, your own hips began to move synchronously with his fingers, and he said nothing, he just watched and followed the rhythm.

With every thrust, his fingers coated with more and more arousal, some ran down his fingers and settled at his wrist. This was a time the tidy and neatly-kept Lord Ecthelion enjoyed some mess – your mess for his cock. His mouth had dropped from the shell of your ear to leave a trail of kisses on your neck. Hot, open mouth kisses that left you yearning for more, he tore mewls from your pretty lips and ate them up. Turning your head to face his, he locked eyes with you – well, locked eyes with your crossed eyes. The look of pleasure radiating from his gaze and the pumping of his fingers were making your thinking hazy. You couldn’t decide which to focus on, but Ecthelion was kind enough to assist.

“Such a dirty little girl, creaming all over my fingers and begging for my touch. Are you even deserving of my cock? Should I have your cream all over my cock doll or let you suffer?” his voice. Each syllable made a gush of arousal flow and coat his wrist, “look at you, can’t even go a day without my touch. I should do something about your disobedience.”

“S-Sir…please…I-I’m sorry…”

“A little louder, let everyone hear.” So tempting and patronizing his voice, so demanding his actions to prove his point. Stopping dead in their tracks, his fingers ceased their thrusts that earned a whine ripped from your throat.

“No, no, please don’t stop. I-I beg you, please sir,” you shrieked across the study.

“Should I give in? Should I give you what you want?” withdrawing his finger, a resounding smack echoed as his palm reunited with your ass. His hand printed beautifully across your ass and matched the others previously gifted. “Should I doll?”

“…yes…”

“Yes?”

“No…”

“Which is it, yes or no?”

What a predicament to place yourself in. You couldn’t even answer the most basic and trickiest question. Either way, any answer given ended in punishment.

“…yes, please give me what I want. What you want.” Your voice was merely above a whisper, and it caused him to scoff.

Removing his hand off your ass, his cock was already in hand, stroking his length and anticipating the welcoming of your walls. His tip was already leaking and red from the torturous episode. Releasing his vice grip on your nape, his hands moved to gather your wrist behind your back, placing an even tighter hold. Kicking out his leg because yours were widened enough, he settled himself between your legs and threaded his tip through your folds, coating himself in your juices. The lowly fuck was heard in his baritone voice as heat enveloped his tip from teasing your entrance. Just as he leaned into your body to push himself all the way in, his voice ran out to give a final command.

“Do be loud and let everyone know how much you crave my cock.” Slamming his hips against your ass, his pace commenced pulling a mixed moan from your throat.

Tugging you by your wrists, he pulled you upwards, so your nipples grazed the top of his cool desk, enhancing your pleasure. Shutting your eyes at the immense pleasure surging through you with every drive of his cock forward, brushing past your gummy walls and tickling your sweet spot, you released a deep breath. Broken cries of his name fell from your lips, and you knew the passers-by below the study knew what their Lord was up to. The slaps of skin-on-skin echoed followed by his deep baritone grunts. Somewhere in between, lost in pleasure, you heard some growls and comments about how good your cunt was.

Expertly rolling his hips, his cock brushed your sweet spot and earned him a squeal and the buckle of your body. Yanking you upright, his other hand rose to your front to tweak your nipples, pulling and tugging at the sensitive buds. His voice was right there by your ear, every groan and moan was sung into your body, melting you like fine, rich chocolate. You could eat his voice up, it was enough to make you cum in an instant, he knew that. It was his greatest weapon and he even used it on you to his benefit. Whispering the filthiest thing in your ear, a trait you wouldn’t have to believe your stoic and stuck-up husband had in him, but here he was talking about how good your cunt was.

“Look at you, look at how well your cunt is sucking me in doll. So greedily – ah fuck. Perfect and all for me…” his voice was trailing off as he snuck a glance at where your lips greedily sucked his cock with the absolute refusal of letting go. Your cunt was just as greedy as you.

As if on instinct, his hand playing with your nipples rose to grip your chin, forcefully turning your head to meet his lips in a messy kiss. Panting into each other’s mouth and falling short of a few kisses with each roll of his hip and brush of his cock, Ecthelion eagerly ate them up. His tongue didn’t hesitate to swipe inside your mouth, dancing with your tongue and sucking on the wet muscle. The clash of your teeth didn’t stop him from being aggressive with his kiss, it only urged him to act on his dominance and take proper control of the kiss. Pulling away to rest his forehead against yours, you were met with orbs of steel grey, too light in colour to signal his dominant side being out – he was still in control and not lost.

“You sound so beautiful for me and so fucking loud, moan a little more doll.” Releasing his grip on your wrist, his hand moved down to lift your leg onto the table, spreading you open like a wild maiden, and better for his taking.

Changing his angle, allowed his cock to brush constantly against your sweet spot and make you curl at the on slaughter of pleasure. With the release of your hand, you were finally able to bring it to your clit for relief. Taking your torture out on the little nub, you rubbed it profusely as the fire building in your abdomen grew.

“So good, fuck you’re s-so good.”

“I’m always good, but you always crave for more like some cock hungry whore,” the relentless thrusting of his cock, the rubbing of your fingers and his voice were a killer combo and more juices flowed over his cock. Slick and coated in a ring of cream, Ecthelion’s cock refused to stop until he met his desired pleasure.

Feeling your body trembling as your orgasm approached, you were moaning like a bitch in heat, clawing at the desk and fighting for a proper grip. His thrusts were increasingly dangerous as your high was approaching. “C-Close…close.”

“Close? You want to cum all over my cock? You don't deserve that.”

Bringing his hand down front, he slapped your fingers away and held them against the desk, immobilizing your actions. His other hand on your waist pushed you face first into his desk making you lie there and take his hard fucking like a champ. The tears that fell from you eyes didn't go unnoticed by Ecthelion as you pleaded for him to have mercy and let you cum. All he did was ignore your pleas and continue to drive his hips deeper with greater vigour as his pants became laborious.

“My cock hungry darling crying to be released. You also looked beautiful crying over my cock. Cry a little louder for me doll. I always did love your tears...”

“T-Thel p-please let me cum, promise won't do it again.”

Scoffing at your promise, it was always the same, he rolled his eyes, “Promise won't do it again, always the same fucking promise. Why don't you make it up by being a good girl and taking my cum first, hmm?”

Pulling himself out your cunt, he tugged your of the desk and pushed you to your knees, ignoring your protests and stood above you stroking himself off. His cock was slick with your arousal and covered in a sheen of cream. Tossing his head back as his orgasm approached, his hands continued their motion until his abs became taunt and his cum came shooting out, onto your face. Some fell into your mouth as you held it opened, the rest coated your face.

“Keep. It. Open,” stepping closer, he brought his cock to your lips for his final release to fall into your mouth. You kissed his tip, taking it into your mouth to suck out any remaining essences he had to offer. Sighing at the warmth of your mouth, his hips twitched as his cock was enveloped by your cum coated lips. He couldn’t get enough of the sight of you on your knees and covered in his cum, as much as he hated the mess, it was beautiful. Swiping some of your face, he brought his finger to your lips and watched as you greedily sucked the cum off his finger as well. If it weren’t for the fact he just came, he’d take you all over again.

“That's a good start, keep that up and I just might feel sorry for you,” reaching out his hand, you took it and allowed him to walk you over to his chair. Guiding you onto his lap, he hissed at the contact of your wet cunt against his cock as you made yourself comfortable. Biting his lips, he was tempted at having another round with the way you were unmistakably teasing him, but firstly, he needed to clean you up.

Ecthelion reached over for a few napkins on his desk and brought them to your face to clean. It pained him to remove his artwork, but he understood how uncomfortable it must have been given that you wanted to relax. Rubbing your back and massaging your thighs, he marvelled as his fingers left prints into your soft skin. Come to think of it, he barely left any markings on your skin, and it disappointed him. Leaning his face into your neck, he swiped your hair out the way and attached his lips to your delicate skin. Nibbling and biting, his tongue would sweep over the area to soothe his roughness, not before adding more in a trail.

“Thel, what are you doing?” moaning and gripping his forearms, you dug your nails into his skin leaving your marks on him.

“Prepping, you still have to impress me if you wish to cum doll.”

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Game Set Match

Fingon x reader x Maedhros

Kinktober 2022: Threesome

Requests: Hi! I love your account! I wish I could write like you tbh lol. Could you possibly do a threesome between fingon, maedhros, and the reader? Maybe they’re competing against each other. Like she’s watching them train and they’re trying to impress her and it goes from there? Please let me know if I need to be more specific. I hope you have a nice day!! - anon

A/N: Thank you for the description, it helped a lot to set the mood, and my day is going pretty okay. A little bit stressed out because of midterms, but alright. Hope you're having a better day than me🌺. I enjoyed writing this more than I should.

Warnings: fembod, threesome, dom-sub dynamics, oral (m receiving), cunnilingus, dom! Fingon, dom! Maedhros, overstimulation, mentions of creampies and multiple orgasms, Maedhros being a bit mean and possessive

Word Count: 4.4k

Synopsis: Fingon and Maedhros couldn't help but grow competitive with their swordsmanship skills and decide to let you be their judge.

Your legs were cramping and burning from the long hours your body was contorting. You felt like an acrobat from all the confusing and complicated positions you were rearranged. One minute on your back with your legs wrapped around their waist, and the next thing you know, your legs travelled to the crook of their elbows to over their shoulder and dangled near your ears. Sometimes, if you were lucky, you’d fall to your knees momentarily before being sent into the most painful arches of them all. Hands flopped at your sides, head buried into the bed or the carpet depending on their mood, and your voice diminished with every passing second. You didn’t know how you were able to pull these positions off, but at any given minute, you’d be contorted into a pretzel and neither of them seemed to mind. This was their little game, and you, after all, agreed to be their judge. One had to come out on top, so any form of overachievement was going to be considered.

“Come on sweetheart, I know you can do better than that. You can’t be that tired. You barely did any work, after all, it was us,” being ridiculed by the least expected person in the room who was proclaimed to be a sweetheart was the epitome of underestimation.

Sitting in the lap of Fingon, Crown Prince of the Noldor, who bore a ridiculous smirk plastered across his face while he rocked back into the sofa, manspreading, aggravated you to the core. Hands resting behind his head, he sunk himself deeper into the sofa, he watched you with hooded eyes, waiting for you to sink your soaked cunt into his cock. Standing tall before you and smearing both yours and his cum across your abdomen, his cock bobbled and twitched as it awaited your movements. He sat there patiently with a pretty smile on his face knowing that whether you chose to hop on his cock or not, he’d still fold you into the sofa as promised. Fingon was simply deciding to play nice and let you have a chance to do things at your pace.

He was so cruel, you and probably everyone else before you was caught up in his candy-laced smiles and voice to notice that they masked the diabolical person he was underneath. The grip he held on your waist that tugged you into his body with an absolute refusal to let you go so easily – not when you were proving to take what he gave so delightfully – was an icy burn. The flames from his breathing upon your neck and ear weren’t doing much either, it was just driving you past sanity.

You couldn’t help but shiver in anticipation of sinking your abused cunt onto his cock. His red-headed cousin who laid on the bed, patiently stroking his cock and waiting for you to get started had a ball of a time turning you into a pretzel, and with only one hand. The mastery he had over you short-circuited your brain after he had picked you up and easily bounced you on his cock. He didn’t even stop at one round, he had you back to back. You didn’t even know if it was worst or best of all when his cousin invited him to sandwich you between them both. The heaviness and heat of their hands as they twisted and bent you to their liking for maximum pleasure had caused your brain to lose all senses. You couldn’t tell when they were finished, or how many rounds they took you for, all you knew was that the excess volume of cum spilling out told you many.

Gulping at the replayed memories, you glanced down at his cock after spending minutes sucking him off and watched as it glistened under the light cast by the fireplace. Your right hand reached out to grip him firmly at the base while the other rested on his shoulder to brace your body as you raised up to welcome him into your cunt. There was no build-up or easing ceremony as you sat upon his cock, he glided with grace through your gummy walls and nestled deeply against your soft spot. But Fingon was impatient and refused to wait things out, he couldn’t stand your timely manner since he had a performance to put on. With a quick shuffle of his feet, while his hands rose to wrap around your waist, he rotated his body to plant yours into the sofa and drive his cock deeper. Your legs went sky-high as they once again rested on his shoulders.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, ngh,” the temptatious drag of Fingon’s cock against your walls as he decided to move, made your head spin. You were experiencing both heaven and hell and were confused about where you wished to stay.

“I appreciate your wish to take things slow darling, but how about another time,” his voice was strained as his hips slapped against yours, driving himself deeper with every thrust. An experienced twist of his hips and his tip grazed your soft spot earning both him and Maedhros a wail. The calculative and dangerous rolls of his hip, the dark gleam in his eyes and the rich honey words that toppled from his lips spiralled you into a frenzy. The prince was just as dangerous as his glittering-gold cousin.

Maedhros lay there, twisting and pumping his cock as he listened to the slapping of skin on skin and your moans. They were the best sounds he’d ever heard since he left that prison. You were shaping up to be an excellent performer more than a judge and he was questioning if he were to continue to have you for himself after this was over. Your skills were impressive and your ability to take him whole, loving the tight fit you welcomed him with, was otherworldly. The greedy Feanorian wanted you for himself and couldn’t help but wish to pry you from his cousin’s hands as he pummelled into your drenched heat. From where Maedhros sat, he could hear the sloppy impact of his cousin’s cock against your heat.

Dragging himself off the bed, he trudged over to sit on the upper portion of the sofa and watched your eyes crossed before rolling into your head. Touché, his younger cousin wasn’t as bad as he assumed him to be, despite having seen him in action earlier, Maedhros still had his doubts about Fingon and his skills. After all, the whole point of this session was to see who the better performer was. Nothing says dragging a random maiden off a bench to contort in a multitude of positions and have then her decide whose skills were better after a heated sparring match was the best idea. It was the best idea, to mostly blow steam off but neither expected to be this deep. The whole showing off each other’s skills was still there, but something else was bubbling into the mix, possessiveness, jealousy, competition?

“Why don’t you turn her around for me cousin?”

With a flash of his eyes upwards, followed by a nod, Fingon slid himself out of your cunt and laughed as your whines filled the room while he repositioned you onto your hands and knees. At least you were going to remain upright in this position and not sloppy fucked into the cushions. Towering above, you craned your neck to take in the gorgeous redhead and all he had to offer. You know you’ve heard many say it and you’d join them as well; he was crafted by the Gods and was literal perfection. At first, you expected him to be covered in scars, but when his clothes first hit the floor, all negativity had flown from your mind. You didn’t even stop the first escape of drool past your lips.

“You look pleased, would be a shame if you couldn’t decide on a winner, hmm,” he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, knowing very well that you weren’t going to be able to decide on which was performing better. Maedhros wasn’t a fool when it came to the whispers about the pleasure that came from the members of the House of Finwe. Many spoke based on what they assumed, and others spoke on their experience. No one had once ever second-guessed the princes’ abilities and only praises came their way, thus, you weren’t leaving this room with a final answer in mind but a desire for more from them.

The embodiment of perfection stood above you with his cock in hand, furious at the tip and swollen with his beads of precum escaping. Instinctively, your mouth opened to take him in and Maedhros didn’t waste a second weaving his hand in your hair and guiding your mouth to his awaiting cock. The echoes of hisses that flooded the room comprised his swears and groans as your wet cavern swallowed as much as you could before attempting to force the rest down your throat. His hips buckled wildly once he felt himself graze the back of your throat, but his hand gripped your head firmly and held you there. The little pulsation his cock was giving off as he remained lodged in your throat tickled. His lean taunt abs tightened the longer he held your mouth on his cock, enjoying the choking sounds and the tightening of your throat as your stomach lurched.

You had to say your prayers to Fingon for his actions, otherwise, Maedhros would have kept you suffocating on his cock. The prince had repositioned himself behind you, cock in hand and ran it up and down your fold, literally writing and signing his name across your cunt in cursive before giving a final tap to your clit as a full stop. It wasn’t until his left hand bound itself in your hair, ripping you out of Maedhros grasp, to steady himself as he slipped in one go, you exhaled a breath of relief only to have it knocked out your chest again. His cousin wasn’t entirely pleased with the interruption of his pleasure, but Fingon was keen on keeping you alive and not killing you.

“Why’d you do that?” growled Maedhros.

Tearing his focus away from your lips gripping his cock, Fingon cast a dark look at his cousin before warning, “She's here to warm our cocks, not be killed by it…literally. Try not to get too lost in the pleasure cousin, Lady Y/N is not her. Our Lady can only take so much.”

You were too lost in catching your breath to realize the dispute going on between them. Wheezing a silent thank you to Prince Fingon for his mercies, you had to shut your eyes as his hips movement grew in anger. He was scrambling your insides with his powerful thrusts and bruising you. From the looks of things, everything was probably turned into mush. His emotions were getting the better of him as he continued to stare his cousin down with a look of confrontation. It's funny how this entire set-up started as a competition and now, it had truly escalated to be one. One wanted to have some level of sympathy even when fucking the life out of you, while the other wished to put his pleasure on the line and not care about your safety in some way.

Smirking at his enthusiastic and younger carefree cousin, Maedhros took the warning and backed off with his hands raised. Silently testing the waters, his left hand returned to your head and attempted to pry it out of Fingon’s grip to guide it to his impatient cock. With success, he was able to have your lips attached to his tip, sucking it like candy. He wanted to force your head down the rest but with his younger cousin eyeing him like a hawk, he left you to your own devices and prayed that you’d swallow him deeper. But perhaps it was his cousin who took pity as he looked on as you sucked his tip and knew he was craving more.

“My dear Lady, do be a dear and put on a good performance for my cousin. You never know if you might impress him,” the hand that was once in your hair and now rested on your shoulder, urged you forward to take his cousin properly. At the instruction, Maedhros snapped his head upwards to meet Fingon’s stare that turned into a playful grin, the right move to lighten the tension. A scoff was returned followed by a shake of his head at his cousin.

The weight of two different hands on your body felt hot and heavy. It burned with an unquenchable fire from deep within and all it did was fuel the feverish feeling you were already experiencing. The fire spread easily across you, from your hips to your chest to your neck and lastly your lips. The venom behind the flames radiated with ease underneath cool and devilish lips and tongue. Sinful smirks etched into your skin as you shivered followed by a deep rumbling from his chest. In one ear and it travelled throughout your body, shaking you to the core. Fingon’s own body had leaned down to press its weight against your back as he pistoned his hips at a new pace and angle. Occasionally wiggling them to earn choked squeals as Maedhros cock was now sliding in and out past your lips.

“You appear to be having a good time Lady Y/N?” the voice of the younger male, garmented in only golden threads in his raven locks and a cynical smile, echoed behind you. His lips rested near your ear, occasionally leaning down to plant a chaste kiss on your junction just to watch you fold under his sinful intentions. Two different muscles buried deep within you, one nestled further than the other, and they still made you tumble into chaos.

Saliva was dripping down Maedhros cock, secreting his balls and dribbling on the cushion, and not a care in the world was given. As Fingon’s punishing thrusts were delivered, Maedhros' own hips moved to retaliate and provide pleasure to himself. Both males were lost in ecstasy as their heads were tossed back, their long curls flowing down their backs and swaying with each movement. Being taken on either end by both princes was the epitome of your fantasies and experiencing it up close and personal was jovial. Your arms were struggling to keep yourself up from the incessant thrusting on either end – pushing and pulling. Every time Fingon thrust, you fell deeper onto Maedhros cock, choking in his delight and the smile on his face grew with each gag you released, swelling his ego with urgency to burst.

“You sound so sweet choking on my cock, love,” he proclaimed into the air, as he threw his head back when his thrusts became sporadically signally his oncoming release, and he made no signs of letting you go.

Larger and rougher hands were roaming your body, tracing your spine, groping your ass and breast, and causing tingles to run down your spine. His fleeting touches were driving you mad, it was never too much and never too little, just borderline enough to drive you insane. The sickly richness of his laugh echoed in your mind as he governed your responses to his actions and revelled in them – he enjoyed seeing your struggle to take what they were giving. The heavenly works of his expert hips reeled back in attempts to change the angle of his thrust and missed the widening of your eyes at the action. Pumping his cock past your walls in hopes of rearranging your guts, Fingon laughed at your pathetic response of escaping his devilish thrusts. Leaning down to litter kisses up your sweat-sheened back, his tongue would slip out to lick at your skin. It was Maedhros who was gifted the sight of your eyes crossing and drooping at the actions.

The tears that stained your pretty face had Maedhros hips twitching. The hand in your hair couldn’t help but halt your motions and change the tempo by thrusting into your mouth at a new pace. Brushing his cock against the walls of your mouth, sometimes poking the tip against the skin and thrusting it there, Maedhros was doing a bunch of fiasco with your mouth. He was relishing in the fantasies he was denied for years. Licking his lips before biting them, he looked down to see you gazing up at him with starry eyes and his cock between your lips. Such a pretty sight that he couldn’t help but trail his hand down to stroke your face, smearing the tears across your face. Feeling himself growing closer and closer to his release, he forced himself out of your mouth with a cry as his hands continued to chase his release.

“Mouth open love, wide,” his breathless command sounded hot as it he panted while thrusting his hips into his hands. Opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out, Fingon chose the perfect moment to slam his hips into yours prompting you to cross your eyes. All it took was one look at your disposition and Maedhros release squirted out to paint your face white. Falling into your hair and face, some seeping into your mouth, Maedhros loud grunts ricocheted off the walls when your mouth leaned in to suck his tip. “Fucking hell – such a good girl, aren’t you?” taking one of your hands you propped yourself on, you reached out to his cock and slap it against your tongue while pumping him for any remaining cum.

Once he realized that he hadn’t any cum to give you, he pulled himself away and walked over to lie on the bed where he watched as Fingon pushed you face-first into the cushions and wiped off all his cum. Maedhros couldn’t help but grumble at the action, clearly displeased by the lack of appreciation for his artwork. Your moans were increasing as his pace quickened. The curve of his cock was punishing your sweet spot and he knew from the way your body was trembling, you were growing closer. He took the opportunity to press more of his weight atop yours, pinning you into the cushions, not before slipping his hand in between to pinch your clit. Taking you to pound town, the cries that left your lips were making his own cock twitch, but he wasn’t ready to give you up just yet. He wanted to have more fun with you.

“Going to cum again already, the round just had just begun love?” he cried in disbelief, “come on now, don’t tell me I’m fucking you that good?” he whispered the last bit in your ears lowly so his cousin wouldn’t hear. However, it caused a fresh flow of juices to spilt past your cunt and flow onto his cock. Just what he wanted as he chuckled. The squelching was obscenely loud, and they were both relishing in the sounds your cunt was making.

“Ah, uh huh, fuck. I’m close…” wailing into the cushions like a whiney child, you begged for the release you wished he’d just give and stop playing around with.

Eyes darkened with lust, Fingon’s hair cascaded like a waterfall surrounding you both as he deepened his thrusts, pounding you into the sofa. Feeling you shaking in his hold, his rubbing on your clit grew aggressively from rubbing to pinching and slapping your poor nub. Struggling to catch your breath, your nails were digging into the mattress making little tears in the sheets as his pounding made you sing his name. Burying your face into the cushions as your dam was breaking, Fingon’s hand yanked your head backwards to give both him and Maedhros the pleasure of watching your eyes crossed as you came. Your walls spasmed around his, clenching and squeezing the life out of his cock while coating it with your cum.

Not wanting to be overly greedy and have you all to himself, he gave Maedhros a look and beckoned him to come in front. Once Fingon felt your walls easing their grip on his cock, he slid himself free, groaning at missing your heat and dragging himself away to kneel beside your head which was rocked back against the sofa. His cock was in hand as he busied himself with jerking off. Grunting because he knew he was close, his right hand reached out to pull you closer to his cock and allow you to swallow just the tip before his hips spasmed and twitched as his release flooded your mouth. A blissful fuck was whispered as the tension slowly left his body and dissipated. Sitting at your head for a few more seconds, he spent the time patting your head and whispering about how much of a good girl you were for him until Maedhros arrived clearing his throat.

Scoffing at the interruption, Fingon shuffled himself to sit beside you, tugging one of your legs to rest atop his, while the other was pushed aside by Maedhros. His cousin had the perfect view of your glistening folds. Maedhros eyes landed on your slicked cunt still fresh from your orgasm and licked his lips in anticipation of having a taste. You were still spasming in his arms, too high to come back down immediately. Your brain was still attempting to regain its grounds and find its barring. Kneeling between your legs as Fingon held your shaking figure like a sacrificial orifice for his hungry cousin when his hot breath ghosted your sensitive cunt, you were caught off guard.

“Ah, y-your Highness, what are you doing?” stuttering out a response as your hips wiggled away from the oversensitivity, you found no purchase. Two strong arms were securely holding you in place.

“We are far from finished love, we’re only halfway through this round,” the soothing and temptatious words of Fingon waffled in your ear to calm you down.

His muscles twitched as his legs held yours far apart while his gorgeous red-head cousin without hesitation, buried his face in your sensitive cunt, tongue darting out to slither into your entrance with a great thirst to drink your essence. Fighting and wiggling away from the onslaughter, your cries were devoured by Fingon who chose to grip your chin and bring your lips to lock his. His tongue easily slithered past your lips with the gasps you made and wrapped itself around yours, sucking on the muscle. You felt as though your brain had completely shut down at the action. As filthy as it was, it felt so right and as calming as it was to be, it didn’t deter you from the skilful tongue of Maedhros that swirled itself around your nub to suck on it like a pacifier.

“Hmph –”

Loving the way you tasted, Maedhros was finally letting himself go and going berserk on your cunt – he was holding back too much believing that you wouldn’t be comfortable with engaging with him. His mouth, nose and cheeks were all stained with your arousal, and he ate you out like it was his last meal. The animalistic grunts he made as he dragged his tongue from your clit to your entrance, thrusting his tongue in and out your slit, were spinetingling. You felt as if he was writing his name in cursive from the intricate dance he was performing. You shivered at his marvellous strokes, shrieking into the mouth of his cousin who was busy sucking on your tongue and roaming his mischievous hands around your chest. In fact, the hands of both males were roaming your skin, fleeting touches that were too much for your already heightened sensitivity. The tweaking of your nipples to the hand wrapping around your neck and applying pressure, making your head spin to the rough thumb rubbing hastily at your clit. You were losing your senses.

Two heavy hands – an actual hand and wrist – were settled in the crook of your knees, pushing your legs in an obscenely widening position of more than just Maedhros to view. His head was already nestled perfectly between your legs, rolling and shaking from left to right whenever he decided to be cruel with your sensitive nub. Picking you apart by sucking on your clit like a pacifier as if he expected sweet flowing water to burst forth and bless his taste buds – it was his intention. A quick tug and nip and your stomach clenched as your body curled into his sinful touch. His tongue, his presence, his voice, his everything had you feeling delirious. You were surprised that you hadn’t passed out from the first touch he gave to you.

Pulling away from Fingon’s mouth to catch your breath, you cast your eyes and met Maedhros arsenic gaze locked on your reddened face, “Fuck, your Highness. You’re so good.”

Your moans were pleasant to his ears and it was only a few minutes into him diving into his dessert and he already felt your body trembling with the oncoming wave of your second orgasm. Your juices were running excessively, and his mouth was there savouring every drop that leaked from your cunt. Panting and crying both the princes’ names as your orgasm flushed through you, their mouths on your skin making it hard to fight your way through. Your skin was oversensitive, not just your cunt and they wanted to drive you mad, “Too much, it-it’s too much…”

Laughing into your skin, Maedhros couldn’t help but find your statement humorous given that you wanted to be sandwiched between them. Lifting his head from between your legs, lips gleaming in the light, he grinned when he saw your head lulled on Fingon’s shoulder as your chest heaved. One of your hands was clawing at Fingon’s bicep while the other was buried in Maedhros scalp, tugging at his luscious curls. Tenderly prying your hand out of his hair, he knelt closer to your body and cradled you in his arms before hoisting your lightweight body into his embrace.

“Ah, ah, ah, no sleeping love. Wake up, our next round is about to begin.”   

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Impress Me

Glorfindel x reader

Kinktober 2022: Thigh Riding

Request: NSFW request: “the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” Glorfindel x Fem!Reader - anon

Warnings: fembod, thigh riding, mean dom! Glorfindel, dacryphilia

Word Count: 2.2k

Synopsis: A slip up in your mannerisms leaves you quaking.

Prompt: “the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

You’d been acting out of turn for weeks going into a month and all Glorfindel did was sit back in his chair and leaned against the wall and smirk. A wine glass in hand, he’d look on at your scandalous behaviour which demonstrated all acts of immodesty with a silent playful stare. The corners of his lips would turn upwards whenever he let you believe that you bested him at another round of your disapproving attitude. All he simply did was added your behaviour to a mental list he created every time you did something unpleasant in his eyes. Whether it was the flirtation with his friends or the lowly cut dress that revealed your cleavage for the world to ogle or the rolls of your eyes whenever he commanded you to obey him, he simply remained quiet until it was the rightest time to strike, which was obviously now.

You laid bare on the bed before Glorfindel, blindfolded and spread open for the world – only him – to see. Your chest was heaving with tear stains blemishing your cheeks from a painful punishment. He denied your orgasm four times and your body was begging for relief. Cries and pleas for him to give in and give you what you desired were ignored. Because as you were warned, “You’re nowhere in the position for making demands kitten.” His rough calloused hands grazed your legs, trailing around your knee till they reached the inner of your thighs and danced near your nether region. Glorfindel’s fingers ghosted your sensitive lips, watching how your body was torn between squirming away from his touch and folding.

Parting your lips with two of his fingers, you cried out to him and cast your pleads and apologies for your behaviour, but they weren’t enough for Glorfindel to give in. His punishment with you was far from finished, it was only the beginning of a long and excruciating night. Just then, his index travelled south and dipped into your heat, slowly pumping in and out and feeling the immeasurable heat radiating.

“You want me to stop yet your cunt tells me otherwise.” His voice was drenched in honey and sinfully irritating as it mocked and humiliated you.

Tossing and turning about the bed, you couldn’t get far due to your hands and legs being fought against by his other free hand. It was an impossible task fighting against him given his warrior disposition. You were set to lose the fight from the start, but if you could just try, maybe you’d have some dignity left instead of giving up, “G-Glorfindel please, please, j-just let me cum. I beg y-you.”

"I beg y-you," he was having a ball humiliating you, just as you attempted to do with him, "You’ve been begging me all night darling, and nothing seems to be working. How desperate are you?”

His responses were menacingly terrifying. You knew just how worked up he got whenever he got the opportunity to have ultimate payback. His blood was always pumping vigorously pushing him into a savage.

Struggling to focus and catch your breath, it was proving difficult with the dangerous sliding of his finger through your heat, “I-I’ll do anything…please.” With a final breath, you collapsed into the bed as his finger ministration refused to let up. In truth, he was taking in your words, and it was the ‘anything’ part that had him thinking.

Glancing around the room and ignoring your moans, he was racking his brain for a perfect solution. What could he have you do? Old ideas of him asking for you to experiment with different activities with him flashed across, but all of them proved to give you control, he didn’t want to give it up so quickly. He could have you suck him off, but that was too simple. He could have you ride him and then deny you once again. Or…he would make you ride his thigh; make you work for your orgasm since you wanted it so badly. The dark chuckle that escaped his lips reverberated within his chest warmly.

Slipping his finger out abruptly, his hands went to work to pull you up and remove your blindfold. Adjusting your vision was the second most painful experience you had tonight. The room was dimly lit but was still bright compared to your lack of visual perception. Just when you thought you were gaining some freedom, a hand reached out and snatch you by your wrist to tug you up the bed and sit on a sturdy object. Hisses erupted when your exposed cunt came in contact with the material. It felt soft like cotton as your hands reached out to explore and under, you felt the sturdy object it covered. It flexed easily under your touch, relaxing, and then contracting in seconds. Your vision was still slight poor to analyze what you were sitting on.

You wanted to shift but the grip on your waist told you otherwise. They screamed ‘patience’ and you knew they belonged to your husband. Still fighting to bring in your line of sight, it was obscured by your husband leaning into your space to whisper his patronizing words, “The only way you get to cum is by riding my thigh.” His words were followed by a harsh slap to your ass signalling you to get started.

Blinking a few times, it was then your sight of him smirking with a glass of wine in his hand and the other resting behind his head came into view. You were sitting on his left thigh with a wet patch soiled into his trousers from where you were positioned. Gazing at him through hooded eyes, you frowned before resting your hands on either side of his leg to make the first move. You were sensitive and you felt it through the first contact against your clit. Your little bundle of nerves quivered under the pressure being released as you worked your hips back and fro. Your body was trembling at the relief of pleasure it got and knowing that it was going to be achieved on your time.

Lips parted, you were panting and whining as your hips dragged itself up and down his thigh leaving streaks of your arousal leaking all over. Glorfindel said nothing as he watched with glints of lust swirling around in his jaded orbs, only lifting the glass of wine occasionally to his lips to quench his thirst. You couldn't read his facial expression aside from the fact that your head was cast downwards, but he wore a blank mask. No one could tell if he was pleased, satisfied, or bored, there was just emptiness. All the expressions came from you as you tumbled into the pleasure blanket, elated by the warmth and comfort it provided.

Your face contorted as did your body, relaying all the powerful and overwhelming tingling sensations you experienced. You were a mess as your clit continually bumped against his thick muscular thighs. You could feel your little nub trembling from the overstimulation it was facing, but you had to suck up the pain and go with the flow of things. If you were getting the chance to redeem yourself, it was best that you put on the performance of a lifetime. Tossing your head back, an earth-shattering moan flew from your throat when you felt your coils tightening. Your legs were already growing weary, your hips were slowing down and the urge to reach your hand downwards and touch yourself was growing, but you didn’t want to anger him further. A command to ride his thigh was given and you’d do just that. Lifting one hand of the sheets, you brought it to your breast, tugging your dainty little nub, pulling, and twisting in hopes of adding to your pleasure and getting you off faster. As you felt your pressure growing, you lifted the other hand to join in on the act.

Humping his thigh like a wild animal through the searing sensitivity, you pushed through and rode him like a rodeo. Your hair fell around your frame, encasing you in an angelic glow and the lighting in the room did its job by enhancing the sheen of sweat. You appeared as a Goddess riding him and giving him all your songs. Glorfindel couldn’t prevent the heat from pooling in his stomach as he looked on, and on natural reflexes, his thigh muscles flexed and stiffened under. Riding his muscular thigh had never felt so compelling.

"Come on, I know you can do better than that kitten," he said with aggravation laced in his voice as a hand rose to pinch at your thigh, urging you to move faster. Casting a heated glare at him as tears formed in your eyes, he returned an unbothered smirk.

He watched with a clenched jaw because his erection was straining in his pants, and he wished for you to hurry along. His glass of wine was already finished, and he couldn’t leave the bed for another, all he could do was lean back and peep the show, but he wanted more. All you could do was ride his leg with the best energy you could muster but he was already growing tired of your sluggish movements and didn’t hesitate to snake a hand around your waist and tug you into his chest. Arching his left leg upwards to rest between your thighs, he switched between dribbling and bouncing his leg up and down for maximum pleasure, while his mouth pushed your hands out the way and wrapped its lips around your nipple.

He laughs into your body at you, your pathetic, whiney cries for more “Please, please, please, oh God, fuck –”. Amazed how he could easily turn you into a mess. You were chanting incomprehensible gibberish with your head tossed backwards while your nails dug into his shoulder blades. So much for you riding his thigh.

One arm was around your waist and the other was groping your ass he glided your body to match his pace. The whole point was to get you off faster, and it seemed to be working from the excessive volume of juices you were leaking. Your body had given up halfway with working your own hips since his hands took over to do the pacing. More than half his thigh was already soaked, and his cotton pants clung to his skin. Prying his lips on your breast and kissing his way up to meet your neck, he reeled back before placing a fat hickey at the juncture of your neck, for the world to see. He licked at it and listened to the hisses you released from the pain; it made his cock twitch endlessly.

All the sounds your cunt was making as it dragged over his thigh were lewd. You were drenched and all the squelching was visibly heard. At this point, all your dignity was lost.

“How shameful, look at the mess you've made and you're going to cum all over my thigh already,” he scoffed. He found it pathetic how quickly you were coming undone especially after earlier lip service. Truly pathetic and he adored it. There were heart floating around his head and swimming in his eyes as he looked on.

"If you want to cum so badly, say the magic word kitten," and at his deadly whisper, his leg slowed its movement to snail's pace while the hands on your waist halted your movements.

Whining with tears flowing down your face, you gripped his shoulders and dug your nails into them while wailing into his neck, crying out his name, "G-Glorfindel p-please move, 'm so close."

Fat tears poured down your face and Glorfindel made no attempt to change his pace until you caved in one last time and begged for his touch. He enjoyed being cruel at times, you deserved it after all those stunts you'd freely pull. He watched you cry into his neck, wetting his skin with your salty tears before he cooed, "You know the words kitten, come on, just say them."

His voice was antagonizing as it floated into your ears. You could hear and feel the smirk plastered on his face. Swallowing the last ounce of humility you possessed, you cried into his neck, "Please, p-please, please, Glorfindel, please I beg you. Let me cum."

"One more time for me, kitten, let me hear you," Eru, he could be so fucking patronizing. You wanted to claw the smirk off his face. He was loving the way he could toy with your orgasm like a predator toying with its meal.

Choking on your sobs, you conformed under his will again, "Please my Lord, Sir, just please let me cum. I'm sorry."

Pleased at your attempts, the hands on your waist tightened their grip and dragged your hips deliriously against his leg, making your head spin. Tossing and turning your head as though you were in pain, all you were focusing on right now was getting to your high. The pressure was unbearable, and the coil was searing in the pit of your stomach. Clenching your teeth, feeling as if they would shatter, you felt your body trembling as the flames took over your skin. The sweat coating your skin did nothing to ease the heat as it surpassed normal temperatures. It was as if your body was going into shock from all the denials earlier. It wasn’t sure how to process the oncoming wave.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh –”

Your cries were cut-off as your body flopped into his, violently convulsing before going limp in his arms. There was nothing but your silent breathing as your body laid flop onto him. You had passed out from the intensity of your orgasm and had already drifted off. Glorfindel did know if it was to laugh or sympathize with your situation as it was you who caused yourself to wind up there. His hands cradled you closely, pulling you off his thigh and wrapping you up in his arms while murmuring about how this could have been avoided if you weren’t so difficult, but he knew you couldn’t help it. It was within your nature to be difficult around him, but you just couldn’t help yourself, he always gave you good pleasure in the end. However, tonight was different, and he was sure that whenever you awoke, he’d do his best to ensure that you’d never forget it.

"Rest for now kitten, I'm far from finished with you."

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Careful What You Summon

Manwe x reader x Melkor

Kinktober 2022: Wild Card (Angel and Demon AU)

A/N: For some time I've been wanting to do something like this for the Silm elves, but here we have Manwe, Melkor and Irmo starting us off instead. Credit to @edensrose since this may bare some similarities to her Incubus AU should anyone thinks so. This started off as a short 2k fic and look at what the power of editing did >.<

Warnings: fembod, Manwe being absolutely jealous and mean, Guardian Angel! Manwe, Demon! Melkor, Irmo makes an appearance to escalate things a bit (he does interact with reader as well), I wouldn't consider this a threesome even though it would have been a great idea as a wild card, implication of breeding and impregnation kink, Melkor being a dick to his brother, competing against each other ughh

Word Count: 3.5k

Synopsis: "Would you ever fuck an angel?" "Ew, no, why would I do that. Angels are just so...just. Demons, however, are more fuckable," if only you understood what you had just said, because there's always two ways to learn: the easy way, and the Order of the Deity way.

Random grimoire found in your backyard, check.

Candles lit and seals drawn, check.

Dress in all black and dimly lit room, check.

The appearance of the summoned demon, check.

The appearance of your guardian angel and another divine creature...no, that wasn't a part of the plan. It never was from the start.

“Can you tell me who’s fucking so good right now mortal?” the delicate whisper of your guardian angel, or perhaps it was a demon or maybe the other divine creature who appeared in your room alongside the others, floated in your ears. The voice was far too stable to think it was the same person making you insane.

Your face was planted into the mattress and tears and drool were soaking your bed, while your precious satin sheets were torn and destroyed and shrewd across the floor. A quick plough of your contender’s hips and your body went flying further up the bed before steady hands gripped your shoulder, pressing you into the bed to prevent any escape. “Ah, ah, ah, not so fast love. We don't run from a good fucking, do we now?” you could pinpoint the exact moment when his cynical laughter howled into your skin, tongue slipping past his lips to lick at your sweet mortal flesh. How long has he desired to taste the nectarine of the flesh of the living? You were simply sinfully delicious and he truly wished to devour you in that instant, perhaps just to piss the other growing darkness in the corner of the room.

“But it's okay if you wish to run away, we can go someplace...private,” Melkor's perfectly pitched voice didn't shift in the slightest as he hovered over you, pushing more of his weight onto your fragile mortal body, choking you into the mattress while tantalizing his brother. Had it not been for Irmo's governance over the situation, Manwe would have flown out of his seat and torn Melkor to pieces, but it was law.

Section 4 of the Order of the Deity Act 1: Should the same mortal be favoured by an angel and demon, they would compete for the claim under supervision. The supervisor would suggests the form of competing.

His thrusts were silent and deadly, not even a faint gasp or moan escaped his lips just his disgustingly pleasant words, giving you no clue about who was rearranging your guts so perfectly. All that mattered was the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your heat and squelching and squirting your release all over his thighs.

The heavy, rough hands on your ass, groping and slapping the flesh as though he was kneading dough told you this person was overly rough and aggressive…and an ass lover, hence the reason for your position. Over the course of the hours gone by, he’s introduced you to positions you never thought you’d attempt; even going as far as to take you anally. At first, you were against it, but when you felt his heavy cock sliding along your heat, the slackened jaw and eye roll told him to continue.

You had lost count of the number of rounds he tumbled you in and out of pleasure, tossing you around like some shiny toy. All you knew was that one was either your guardian angel, who was far from pleased when he watched you from the shadows attempting to summon a demon of unspeakable powers, his brother who had once fallen from grace. And the other was, of course, the demon you had summoned because your foolish self didn’t for a second believe that the spell would have worked. Little did you know that your so-called demon had been watching you for nights and days in hopes of stealing you from his brother’s precious grasp. It was he who threw the grimoire within your grasp for you to summon him, what he didn’t expect was for his brother to be so reluctant to let you go without a fight.

Your third contender who joined the session alongside your guardian angel or demon was the unknown figure. The last thing you had seen before you were flipped face-first into the bed was another pair of silver wings and the most divine voice questioning the situation, but you were wise enough to know that both divine creatures were always made to appear godly in the eyes of mortals. You weren't sure if he was having a turn with you since one of them decided it was best to blindfold you and have you choose (unfortunately, he wasn't). Thus, you couldn’t tell if he had good intentions or bad, all you knew was that one of the three was drilling their cock’s into your drenched heat at the moment and you were forced to concentrate and answer the impending question dangling above your head.

Taking so long to answer, the hands of someone a lot more tender and caring reached to tug your blindfolded head upwards to meet their torturous smirk, pleased with the condition you were being brought to. The longer his hands rested upon your skin, the greater the tidal wave of pleasure grew. He was contorting your pleasure, fluctuating it as he pleased with the most sickeningly sweet laughter following whenever you cried out. The excessive volume of tears that had spilt from your eyes from the start to the current could fill the room and still, it wasn’t enough, not for your contender whose delicious hips drove forward and bullied your soft spot aggressively. His laughter entered your body and leave shivers and goosebumps across every expanse.

“I don’t think they’re able to decide who’s giving them undeniable pleasure right now,” mocking and laughing at your fucked out state below him, the endless chuckles easily made your body cave into them more. “Come on now love, didn’t you summon us for a good time? I think it’s only fair that you tell me who’s fucking you right now.”

“B-But I d-don’t know your n-names – ngghh, fuck,” dropping your head from his grip on your chin into the mattress, you cried into the sheets as you felt your body convulsed as the coil snapped and your orgasm flooded your body. Not once had you felt his hands on your clit and yet, he made you cum untouched. Was it a God instead fucking you and not another divinity? Melkor was reluctant to leave your cunt, not when you were still clenching around him like crazy, attempting to milk him for all he's worth. Wiggling his hips and grinding his tip against your soft spot earned him a series and wails and mewls; the best music to his ears. His body was still stuck to yours, sweaty and hot. You could feel the immense heat surging off him; was it possible for someone to feel that hot during sex? His hands were bound front, rubbing your punch where his cum and cock rested and was whispering words foreign to your ears.

“I should keep my seed in here so that I may return a few months later, and then I'll fuck another one in you; keep you as mine and away from my audacious brother.”

It was then, Manwe flew out of the chair and stormed over to his brother, flaring his wings as if he was going to war. In response, Melkor simply ignored his brother with a scoff knowing that Irmo wouldn't allow him to interrupt his little aftercare bliss. Standing at the bedside glaring at you and his brother still wrapped up together, Irmo stood between him and the bed, preventing him from attacking. “I know you're not pleased, but just let him be,” pausing to take a quick glance at Melkor before continuing, he spoke in a hush-hush tone, “I will assist you with winning them over. For now, just relax.”

Manwe didn't even bother with looking at Irmo once, instead, choosing to grind his teeth at the scene unfolding before his eyes. Melkor was still buried in your cunt, whispering some devilry, but Manwe understood each syllable clearly. As much as he knew his brother was riling him up, he was still fearful of losing you for good. He's been at your side since you reached maturity and guided you through every step of the way, to see you turn to his demon of a brother for pleasure sickened him to his core.

Trapped under your Godly creature, you could feel the buildup of pressure in your hips as he was grinding his and vigorously rubbing your puffy clit, coaxing another orgasm from you. Fighting him was impossible because he was greedy and relentless. The grip he held on your body forced you to sink deeper into the mattress as he continuously pinched and slapped at the abused nub. Within seconds, he tore another orgasm from you and finally released his grip to let you slouch into the bed. His cock slipped from your cunt with a trail of cum spilling out after. You couldn't believe one person was capable of releasing so much cum, but he wasn't just a person. The thought was something you wished to assess but not when you felt a different pair of hands resting on your hips. These hands were soft as clouds but held you with venom.

Easily, you felt the hands on your hips turn your body over to now let you rest on your back. You felt as if you were airborne for just a short moment before your legs went airborne and settled on the shoulders of your next contender. This time, you felt his chest rumbling against yours as his caramel voice rang out above, “Our names are Irmo, Manwe and Melkor. Manwe is your guardian angel, the most displeased of us three and brother to Melkor, the demon you summoned, and Irmo…well, he’s a mix between both worlds. He’s a half angel and half demon you can say.”

In some way, there was a bit of relief knowing their names but you didn’t couldn’t tell who was the angel or demon fucking you, they all took you the same – hard, rough and aggressive. You understood that your guardian angel was the most displeased so obviously, he’d fuck you the hardest, but then you had a pleasure deity in the mix, it was obvious he’s fuck you just as demonical as the others (sadly he wasn't going to). Not to mention, the actual demon sitting in the room who probably snatched your soul already. Nothing was truly helpful and all you were able to do was babble nonsense as your body was pressed into the mattress, basically sandwiching you between him and the bed. The unholy chuckles resonated above you as your hands reached out, scrambling to grip his biceps, ghosting your soul. Whomever he was, he was taking you to heaven and hell in the same thrust. His cock felt unlike any other you had before. The previous contender had weight and girth, but this cock had everything perfect to it. Every thrust, even if it wasn't overly aggressive, knocked the air out of your lungs.

At first, you thought it would be best to make a guess and if you were wrong, then you would narrow things down to just two contenders, “...Irmo?” At the name, Manwe sent a harsh thrust followed by a resounding slap to your thigh. His eyes glowed in anger, while his face contorted to reveal just how disappointed he was at your feeble attempts. Grunting when your wails slipped from your lips, he lifted his eyes to meet with Irmo and glared at the fellow half-angel. Irmo simply responded with a charming smile at the superior creature and arched his brow, causing a greater surge of pleasure to flow through you, making your walls spasm and clench undeniably tight around Manwe's cock.

“Wrong name darling, you have one more guess, or the wrong person gets to keep you forever,” you knew this voice was different from the person taking you at the moment. It was more smooth, like savouring the finest wine of a lifetime. The creaminess of his voice melted all your barriers and prompted more juices to flow freely. But there was a deep vibration in the tremors of his words. Manwe's cock was now covered in cream and cum, but he wasn't pleased with the effects of others when it was he who was fucking you.

Manwe wasn’t sure if he wanted to be tender and loving care with you or rearrange your guts before his brother to show him that you always belonged to him from the start. The way his body easily covers yours, excluding his silvery wings that still remained folded behind his back, occasionally fluttering at the increasing intensity of pleasure throughout the course of the night. A firm hand travelled up your body, over your sweaty skin, aggressively tugging and pinching your nipples before settling around your neck to give a fierce squeeze, sucking the air from your chest. “Ngghh – ah,” scrambling to break free of his clutches as he sucked the air from your lungs, you fought tirelessly and hard, but to no avail were you ever successful.

He was your guardian angel you were fighting against for crying out loud; it was his job tasked with protecting you from any negativity and evil. Yet, not too long ago, you decided to play fast and attempted to summon a demon because ‘demons are way more fuckable than angels; angels are just…just’. Those words didn’t fly over Manwe’s head in the slightest form of acceptance and urged him to show you just how performance-worthy an angel was capable of being over any demon. He was stung deeply by your cruel words since after all, it was he who covered you with his wings in the shadows and protected you with his life. To say such profanities within his unknown presence was a slap to his pride when it came to his ability to perform and satisfy.

“To believe that you preferred a demon to fuck you right now; do you still want that? Do you want me to stop?” slowing his hips and inching himself out until just the tip sat at the edge of your entrance, the hauntingly terrifying chuckle he released when you cried out for him to not stop. He laughed in your face, howling at how pathetic and easy it was to conform you to his will. It was laughter that ghosted your soul when you felt his eccentric eyes boring into your covered one. “You know, whether you want for me to stop, I can’t, not when your pussy tells me you like this. You should see the way she's gripping me,” casting a longing glance at where his tip rested, he fucked himself back into your heat like a frantic man, bruising your soft spot in a series of turbulent thrusts.

“Look at you, going to cum all over an angel’s cock and not a demon…shameful. Do you think my brother would want your cunt again when I’m through with you...because I know he's never going to?” he chuckled at how wildly your cunt spasmed around his cock at the filthy comments he was spewing. The legs resting over his shoulder were pushed into a deep stretch as he pressed more of his weight atop you, sinking your smaller frame into the mattress. Manwe couldn’t help but shine in glee the excitement of having your smaller frame pressed under his, sandwiched into the bed.

“M-Manwe?…oh God...p-please…” whining the name with a gasp that he revealed to you recently, he was beginning to regret it since you weren’t worthy enough to speak it for your tongue.

“Now that’s just cheating brother, you just broke the rules,” at the end of Melkor’s disgruntled matter-of-fact question.

“Be quiet, you of all people shouldn't speak of cheating!”Manwe flashed his brother a harsh glare that made him shut up with a smirk and raised hands before he returned his focus to you.

“You too should hold your tongue and not speak my name. Doesn't deserve to fall from such...a dishonourable mortal,” the anger in his eyes was enough to shut you up had his words not done the trick. You felt embarrassed for a series of events you hadn’t been aware of. Summoning a demon, having a guardian angel and then being fucked into the mattress out of…jealousy, possessiveness, and self-worth? Irmo and Melkor couldn’t help but howl at the noteworthy performance Manwe was putting on for them. Irmo was on Manwe’s side and did his best to alter and control your pleasure in hopes of showing you that your angel was far more capable than the demon you summoned, but Melkor was an entirely different breed of demon. Cut from the same branch as Manwe, only exceeding in power when he fell off the good side, Melkor could pull the same pleasure from you just as his brother and even better.

“You are quite the pathetic mess for such a…virtuous and beautiful creature Y/N. To believe a demon, my brother, would have had you like this, under my watch forever…you must be fucking joking,” his growling was growing with each passing second as his hips dug deeper into your thighs. Babbling some incoherent response to his demonical thrusts while he was growling in displeasure, a hand lifted to slap across your mouth, shutting you up. Manwe was growing irritated at your responses because they made no sense. For someone who he admired for their wisdom, you were surely making him question your logic.

He was beyond displeased with everything. Having to watch you love of his brother and then be fucked by him for the sake of the law, made his temper grow in volumes and soon nature reflected his displeasure. The wind howled outside, knocking the tree branches against your window, the skies were no longer clear, instead, they carried blackened clouds that brought rain and lightning. Thunder echoed in the distance and pleasingly, they struck loudly whenever Manwe rolled his hips harshly against your delicate ones. Any stronger and he'd snap you in half. He had forgotten about this being a competition and that he needed to perform to win your interest, instead, he chose to fuck you like a jealous lover.

“Hmmm – pwlease…I ant um…” fighting to moan and beg through his sweat-covered hand, your feeble attempts were met with a silencing stare.

“What was that; you want to cum? Speak up a little louder darling, just like when you were reading that spell,” his eyes lingered on the contortions of your face in all forms of pleasure as his teasing continued and he ignored your orgasm. The hands around your mouth gripped your cheeks to squeeze them firmly, “if you desire to cum all over my cock, you best start showing some respect, yeah.” His thick cock couldn’t help but bully the gummy walls inside of your cunt, enjoying the tightening every few minutes. A silent 'thank you' was said to Irmo. Your mind was hazed from the terror folding you into your bed and claiming to be an angel when he fucked your cunt like a demon. He was disgusted by his brother's cum covering his cock and being stuffed like cream back into your cunt with ease. A burst of sickeningly sweet laughter and low guttural moans were slowly building up behind the laughter. Manwe knew he was close to filling your walls and removing any trace of his brother, and this time, he was claiming you as his. His brother could go find someone else to sleep with, you belonged to him. Always and forever.

“Maybe I should let you cum and then fill you with my seed, ward off any unwanted visitors. Claim you as mine with a child...hmm. I bet you'd love that; bind us together...” his voice could help but trail off as he analyzed every possible outcome to keep you as his forever. What was the best way to keep his brother away from you? Knowing Melkor, you carrying his brother's seed wouldn't even stop him from attempting to come around, but it was worth the shot. He was a demon, after all, they never abided by the rules.

“Gwod, pwlease et me cum,” still muffled by his hand, you begged as your orgasm was being played with. You were so close to the edge, all you wanted was the extra push.

Snapping his eye over to your blindfolded ones, he dragged the hand off your mouth to yank the cloth off, wanting you to view the actual God that was the reason behind your pleasure, and then returned it to your throat and squeezed tightly. The starry twinkling in your eyes from all the buildup of tears gave you an angelic look. At that moment, Manwe couldn't help but scoff at how pure you thought yourself to be, “Let this be your last warning mortal, don’t ever try to make a fool out of your guardian angel. I won’t be so nice again.”

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Don't Let Them Hear

Egalmoth x reader

Kinktober 2022: Best Friend Sibling AU/Sneaky Sex

Request: “You make such pretty sounds, my love.” Egalmoth x Fem!Reader - anon

A/N: This was perhaps one of my favourite requests I got so far. I had fun writing this.

Warnings: fembod, best friend sibling AU/sneaky sex, feral Egalmoth, dirty talking, rough sex, tit sucking (squint to view), confession, soft Egalmoth, pillow talk

Word Count: 2.7k

Synopsis: Egalmoth can no longer stand to look at you from a distance, so when your brother invites him over one night, he makes the most of the opportunity.

Prompt: "You make such pretty sounds my love."

“E-Egalmoth.” His hand slapped itself over your mouth to hide the melodious cries of his name as they fell past your luscious lips. He didn’t need your curious brother to overhear the chorus of symphonies being emitted from the guest room in his house. The series of sweaty skin slapping against each other, and the breathless sighs and groans were enough to alert any passers-by of the ongoing late-night activity in their guest bedroom.

“Hush princess, don’t want your brother to overhear us now, do you?” Egalmoth’s bluish-green eyes never left yours as his hips continued their motion, slapping aggressively against yours and driving his lengthy cock through your gummy walls. His sweaty palm was still resting over your mouth after having it intertwined with yours earlier.

Your eyes had widened at the question knowing that your brother’s room was only two rooms away from where you and Egalmoth were currently having your secret little rendezvous. The sound of the bed creaking and knocking against the wall were more than enough signs to wake him up but knowing how tired he was during this week of rounding meetings; he was knocked out cold. However, it didn’t stop the panic from rising within your chest and Egalmoth’s hips faltering as he felt your walls fluttering around his cock at the mention of being caught.

It was thrilling and death-defying because should Glorfindel catch Egalmoth fucking you in his own house, you weren’t exactly sure how the golden hair Lord would react. Egalmoth was the last person your brother believed you’d be in bed with. Ecthelion was always his number one choice of a suitor for you, and he thought that his stern and musically gifted friend would treat you like the goddess you were, but instead, you were about to disappoint him by sleeping with Egalmoth. The silver-haired male had watched you for far too long and had hoped that you’d cast your eyes upon him at least once and see the love he held in them for you, and that was precisely what happened tonight.

After Glorfindel's offer for Egalmoth to spend the night at his estate, you came strolling in, dressed in your finest nightgown that the Lady Idril had gifted you. Your nipples were perky from the chilliness of the night’s air blowing but you paid no attention to them as you walked into the living room and saw the feral glint in his eyes. The hunger for viewing as they roamed your silk-covered body made you feel naked. It didn’t take long for him to sandwich your body between him and the couch, peeling the straps of your body one by one to reveal your nipples to the night’s cold air before taking one into his mouth. The moan that ripped past your throat forced him to drag you back to his room to assess the situation.

“You like the idea of being caught, don’t you princess, fuck. I can feel you squeezing me.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the chokehold you were placing on his cock and the recognition of your brother catching you both. He knew his trust would be lost should his friend walk in and see how he had his sister open wide for his taking.

Your legs were pressed into your chest and dangled over Egalmoth’s shoulder as he folded you into the mattress. His free hand that was still holding your other hand released it to scramble to find a grip as his skin slipped and slid over yours. His fingers squeezed your thighs, giving the muscles a quick massage to ease the cramps he was purposefully donning. Digging into your flesh and leaving behind purple fingerprints, he wanted you to feel and see his imprints when he was finished with you. You would have a hard time explaining it to your brother whenever your handmaidens took notice, yet still, the thoughts were exhilarating.

Looking up at Egalmoth with starry eyes, tears streaming down your face from the onslaughter of pleasure he was giving your cunt and body, you nodded your head eagerly in response. His hand was still over your mouth muffling all the moans slipping past your lips. He didn’t like the idea of silencing them, he wanted to let them rip through the air and have everyone know that he was pleasuring you that good. Your cunt was already covered in two coating of cum from his earlier torture. He found it fun, in the beginning, to coat your folds with his release, loving the artistic approach to painting his canvas. No one would believe that the famously prestigious Lord Glorfindel’s little sister was capable of being defiled in the best ways possible.

“What would your brother say if he saw his little sister like this – legs over my shoulder and being fucked so good by my cock? Not so precious anymore.” His cynical and hauntingly humiliating words flowed eloquently from his dangerous lips.

You were the object of his desire, and he was proud to have you wrapped up in his arms and around his cock begging for more and crying out his name. Growing tired of muffling your moans with his hands, he retracted it and placed it on your other thigh, imprinting another fresh set of purple fingerprints into your plump flesh. The way your flesh moved under his thrusts and jiggled, his hands could not help but release them to don a sensational handprint to the same area, loving the motion.

“Look at you, who would have thought you were so devilish, ah fuck.” Throwing his head back to release a deep groan at the warm accommodation of your walls squeezing his cock once more, Egalmoth’s thrusting pace slowed. Bringing his head down to rest his forehead against yours, his eyes bored deeply into your lustful ones. The little twinkle and glossy distance look told him that you were far from the innocent little elleth that you displayed in public. Only he would ever get the pleasure of seeing you so beautiful in all your natural colours.

“Does that feel good baby? Yeah, look at the cock for me, just like that. Good girl.” Listening to your whimpering as his cock slowly sunk itself back into your heat, letting you feel his veins kissing your walls as he pushed himself all the way in and nestled against your cervix, he sighed. Your walls were fluttering to adjust once again to the full feeling of his cock settling within your tight cunt. Lowering your eyes to look at where you were connected, you bit your lips at the sight. Your lips were practically hugging him and refusing to let him go for a second. All puffy and redden from the abuse.

Releasing the breath he was holding, Egalmoth took his time to wiggle his hips wanting his tip to brush against your cervix so you could feel just how consumed you were by his presence and abilities. The little pants that escaped your lips as his hips ground against yours forced your nails to dig into his back, crawling and leaving little red crescent markings of your artistic work etched into his skin. Inch by inch, his hips slowly retracted and dragged his cock from your heat, allowing you to feel the torturous snail pace of his length leaving your heat. You were feeling empty with each inch that disappeared from your battered cunt. When he stopped, his eyes flashed up to meet yours and gazed.

His head leaned in to nudge his nose against yours, littering soft ticklish kisses across your cheeks to catch you off guard from slamming his hips against yours. Driving his cock back in with vigour and the wild desire to consume you entirely, his lips came down to capture yours in a heated battle. Breathing into each other’s mouths from the powerful thrusts he delivered, you both paused to catch your breath before resuming.

Egalmoth took the lead to pry your lips with his tongue by switching the angle of his hips mid-thrusting, making you gasp. His tongue danced asynchronously with yours as you both fought to stabilize yourself. The kiss was messy and hasty but delicious and long-awaited. His lips had fallen on every single part of your skin per save your lips. The praise of relief hoorayed in his mind at the prolonged actions pushed him to deepen his union.

“You make such pretty sounds, my love. I want you to make more for me, let me eat them up. Can you do that for me?” It was sinful to whisper into your mouth before consuming your lips to devour every song that slipped out, and to make matters escalate but give a positive outcome in Egalmoth’s favour, one hand slipped from the back of your thigh to graze your clit before applying pressure to your pearl.

You jolted in his arms, crying into his mouth at the extra dosage of pleasure and oversensitivity he was sending you to spiral into. Breaking the kiss for a gulp of air, struggling to catch your breath, you forced yourself to catch a glimpse of his fingers between your legs. They worked skilfully, just as you would suspect from a skilful noble Lord. As you were looking between you both, Egalmoth shifted his hold on your legs and dropped them to wrap around his waist. This allowed him to lean down and rest his full weight atop your smaller frame, rubbing his sweaty chest against your pebbles.

“Ngh – E-Egalmoth – fuck. So good.” Your nails dragged themselves lower until they cupped his ass and pushed along his thrusts, pressing him into your heat deeper. He gave a dirty laugh and clicked his tongue.

“So fucking dirty, aren’t you princess? Am I fucking you good? Tell me, love, tell me.” he was so full of himself, but honestly, he was fucking you good because it took you a long time to comprehend his words and formula a coherent response. His cock was taking away your senses and you were scrambling around for the right words to describe to him your pleasure.

“Yes, I’m your dirty girl. Fuck – your cock – so good, feels so good.” And he loved the sound of your response and wanted to hear more, he wanted to hear you call yourself his.

“Say it again love. You’re whose girl?”

“I-I’m yours, I’m your E-Egalmoth. Fucking cum in me, please fill me up. Fill me up.” to Egalmoth it was the most spell bounding words you could have ever whispered to him. He didn’t know which cast the compelling spell, but all he knew what that his brain recognized your request, and his body was obeying. If you wanted his cum, he would give you what you desired. You were his girl, after all, he’d always give you whatever you wanted and needed, and right now you needed his cum.

“I’ll give you my cum, I’ll fill you up nice and good. Fuck your mines.” His hips and fingers sped up their pacing and filled the room with unpredictable thrusts. The sound of skin slapping increased gradually alongside the moans; no longer did he care if he woke the entire house with your lovemaking. He had important matters to take care of and you were his top priority.

“Give me your cum, fill me up and make me yours.” With the increased pitch in your voice, those were your last words as noises came tumbling past your lips in a satisfactory cry. Your orgasm washed through you and left you clutching onto Egalmoth for dear life as his hips still vigorously pumped into your through the contracting of your walls that pushed him past his limits and brought him tumbling over like you.

Abdomen clenching, hips stilling, and a long groan reverberating through the room before you shivered in his tightened hold as you felt his release flooding your walls. The little cry of contentment you mewled into his ear as he clutched you close, trembling in your embrace making his cock twitch even more as his cum spurted in your cunt.

Removing his hand off your clit, he brought both up to cup your face and pull you in for another passionate kiss with an air of sentiment and love and hope. It was slow as his lips glided against yours smoothly without hesitation. His lips entangled themselves with yours and drew out strings of sighs of bliss, and it was euphonious to Egalmoth. Dancing his tongue on your lower lip, he was successful in prying your lips apart to properly slip his tongue inside your wet cavern. Frolicking his tongue with yours, finally having a genuine taste of your lips, the kiss was short-lived as he pulled apart for air. A string of saliva was the only thing between your lips as it broke apart.

The air was quiet and filled with the musky scent of your lovemaking but it was also filled with the longing desire of a confession. His sea-green eyes spoke a million words, a million ways, and a million ‘I love you’. His lips parted once more to intake a gulp of air before attempting to speak only for you to silence him.

“I know. I can see it – it’s written in your eyes, otherwise I wouldn’t have asked of such a demand from you earlier.” Your fingers were resting on his lips to halt his tongue from moving. Your words took him by surprise because he had always believed that your eyes were on the raven-haired Lord since it was he your loving brother wished for you to court.

“Not Ecthelion?” he spoke through your hands desperate to gain consolation to ensure that his actions weren’t about to be cast aside forever and ignored.

“Never Ecthelion, it was always you from the start, but you were too blind to see my attempts.”

The smile that stretched across his face at the revelation of your words made his heart swell with tears and so, his eyes followed, repeating the same actions. They had sprung easily from his sea-green eyes and streamed down his cheeks, dropping onto your skin. Your arms rose to cradle his head into your arms like a child being consoled, and thus, his tear flow increased. His own arms shuffled to pull you into his chest as he cried tears of joy at your returned love for him, after so many years of attempts, they were returned. Soft coos of your love were whispered into his ear as he sniffled in hopes of reducing his tears to listen to your proclamations of love.

Keeping his arms encased around your waist, he rolled you over, so he was under you, and you now rested on his chest. Still buried within you and with no intentions of removing himself, Egalmoth struggled to reach for the lost sheet that got thrown off the bed and threw it over you both in an attempt to appear modest. You laid with your ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat while his fingers swiped your hair off your back and gathered it into a single braid. His hands were now free to run up and down your sweaty skin.

“Do you – do you think he heard us?” you were the first one to break the silence with your impending doom question.

“Maybe, maybe not, but he still deserves to know that I’ve taken your hand and we’re bonded to each other.”

“And in love.”

You could feel the vibrations of elation surging through his body at the use of the word ‘love’. It was now Egalmoth’s second favourite word after your name. “Yes, most importantly, we’re in love. Perhaps we should celebrate this newfound treasure – ”

Lifting your head to question his statement, it would seem that Egalmoth wasn’t waiting for your response because he was quick to show you just what he meant. Keeping his arms firmly wrapped around your waist, all he needed to do was plant his feet into the mattress and slowly pump his now erect cock deeper into your heat, pushing his cum deeper.

“ – by making more noise.”

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Ecthelion x reader

Kinktober 2022: Mutual Masturbating/First-Time

Request: NSFW 11. “do you think of me when you touch yourself?” Ecthelion 👀 smut x fem!Reader - anon

A/N: I hope this turned out good enough for you anon because I have mixed feelings about it. The smut part of my brain wasn't smutty for this fic.

Warnings: fembod, soft dom! Ecthelion, mutual masturbating, first-time, Ecthelion is a titty guy

Word Count: 4.1k

Synopsis: When the rain forces Ecthelion to spend the night at an inn with a single bed and his crush, all he could think of doing was blowing off some steam.

Prompt: "Do you think of me when you touch yourself?"

Breathing heavily as he held you in his arms, Ecthelion rose from his seat and tugged you closer until you fell into his chest. His right arm rose to encircle your waist as the left trailed up your arms to cup your face, tilting it upwards. Dipping his head lower to meet yours, you realized what your Lord was about to do, and it urged you to lift yours halfway to meet his. With your lips hovering just an inch apart, he whispered where only you could hear, “May I have the honour?”

Your nod was all that Ecthelion needed for his lips to crash against yours, pulling a string of musical notes from not just his throat, but yours as well. The breathless sighs you released as he would draw his lips from yours before colliding once again urged him to kiss you with great vigour. The dangerous clashing of your lips, teeth and tongue was far from soft and gentle – a fascinating contrast to his quiet aura. A beautiful song was created between you both as his lips interlocked with yours, a song he’d long to produce. The harmonious sighs and mewls as his lips moved from your lips to your throat and the gasps and moans that intertwined with each chord he struck made him want to write a symphony, and you were all that he required to complete the masterpiece.

His hands that moved from your waist now ran across your body, eagerly mapping out your dips and curves and scars. They were like little constellations mapped out on your skin and his fingers enjoyed running over them to feel all your hard work. All the times you placed your life on the line as his captain and obtained those grave scars, they deserved to be cherished. His hands made beautiful work of dancing across your body while his tongue danced across your neck, sucking purple iridescent flowers into your fragile skin. Ecthelion loved the feeling of your nails clawing into his biceps as he did so, and it spurred him to continue. Now he could openly say that he wasn’t a coward and rub it in Glorfindel’s face.

Tilting your head back with his left hand to give him more room, he dipped his head to latch his mouth to your clavicle, groaning into your skin as his tongue swiped and tasted your skin. Bringing his other hand up to meet his left, he gripped your shirt with the intention to rip it off your body until your voice stopped him.

“Wait, don’t rip it! Just – just unbutton it, I have to wear it tomorrow my Lord.” Your voice was hazy and dripping in ecstasy.

Refusing to lift his head from the base of your neck, Ecthelion’s hands busied themselves, pushing yours out the way as he unbuttoned your shirt. As his hands tugged the buttons off your shirt, his mouth followed, kissing all the way down to your navel where your trousers rested. In due time, your shirt was peeled with grace from your body and your bosom was now on full display for your Lord to satisfy his cravings. He refused to hold himself back as a hand descended onto your hardened nipples, thumbing the sensitive nub with a child-like wonder. His larger hands easily covered your breast as he played with them, toying and tweaking your buds and listening to your sighs of relief.

He watched as you threw your head back and allowed for your loose hair to cascade like a waterfall down your back and leaving your neck open for assault.

“Does it feel good?”

“Hmm, yes my Lord.”

“Lie on the bed for me, will you?”

Pushing you to walk backwards with a hand on your stomach, Ecthelion guided you to the lie on the bed and soon followed as he hovered above. Kneeling between your legs, he ensured that you were comfortably positioned and nestled in the pillows of the awfully small bed that barely sustained your long limbs. Hovering above your smaller frame, his steel-grey eyes were wild and frantic, it was as if there was a lightning storm ranging forever on. He was fighting an internal battle to determine if to be gentle and cherish this moment or devour you like the savage elf he was capable of being. The hands that rested above your head and on your stomach were trembling from the adrenaline surging through his body. His breathing was uneven, unmatched and rising as thoughts of his future actions dwelt heavily on his mind.

Lifting your hands to cradle your Lord’s face, you ran it through his hair watching as his eyes fluttered before closing and relishing the feeling. Your hands felt heavenly on his skin, stroking and caressing as they travelled down his neck and clothed back. The tortured moan that escaped his throat forced him to rip himself out of your hold and remove his shirt from his skin – he wanted your hands to roam the expanse freely and shiver under your touch. Taking the opportunity given, your hands did not hesitate to wander his chest, mapping out the godly image of the elf above you. Your fingers dipped in between his pectorals, trailing lower and running over his abdomen, marvelling at his sculpture.

“Your hands feel heavenly on my skin,” he cast his eyes downwards to speak with a strained voice, but there was more to his statement that he had not spoken, and you understood.

Continuing to wander your hands lower until they reached his trousers, you yanked the waistband, tugging him forward as your eager fingers undid his laces. He said nothing as you disrobed him and only breathed heavily in the delight of your direct actions. He was afraid that his voice might fail him should he continue to speak on his desires, thus, he would save it for when the moment required his words. Unlacing his trousers and pushing them down his hips, your own breathing increased in anticipation of seeing your Lord in his naked glory. And slowly did his material peel away from his pale skin and his erection sprung from his pants to slap his abdomen, redden at the tip and swollen with his release.

A sigh of relief slipped past his lips and his head was tossed back when your hand cautiously came down to grip his erection with want and desire. With his pants bunched at his thighs and head was thrown back, groans were ripped from Ecthelion’s throat as your hands stroked him off. You could see his will slowly chipping away with every stroke of your wrist and flick of your thumb over his tip. The precum leaking from his tip in beads of pearls tempted your tongue to wet your lips as thoughts of taking swallowing him whole circulated but Ecthelion acted faster than your thoughts. Shuffling off the bed in agony, he removed the rest of his trousers and rushed to remove yours as well, tugging the material down your warrior's legs.

Discarding it aside, his hands ran up your legs as he climbed back onto the bed and crawled to settle between your legs, spreading them wide for his sterling silver eyes to fall upon. The groan that was emitted from his throat echoed across the room as his eyes fell upon your folds coated in arousal and glistening under the dim light. In response, you boldly widened your legs even more and propped yourself up on one arm while your other hand trailed to your cunt to part your folds. Keeping your eyes on your Lord, you ran your fingers through your folds, collecting your juices and moved to run your clit, giving him the performance of a lifetime. He appeared lost and deep in thought as he watched your fingers rub your little delicate nub before moving lower to sink two fingers into your heat.

Ecthelion’s lower lips were pinched between his teeth as he observed how your finger pumped themselves in and out of your heat and listened to the obscene squelching. Panting at the rising pressure building up between your hips, Ecthelion's velvety voice rang out to you.

“Do you think of me when you touch yourself?” A bed of sweat ran down your face as his question sang into your mind. Should you be honest with him, you were already in a provocative situation with him, it made no sense to lie. You should tell him how much you think about him during your lonely nights.

Lifting your eyes to meet him, you opened your mouth to answer shakily, “I-I do, every night.”

“Describe it to me.”

Your fingers halted their motions to look at him with surprise etched into your eyes, “S-Sir?”

“Tell me what you think of...of me.”

Your Lord wanted you to tell him about the lewd thoughts you have about him as you touched yourself. It was a shame that you couldn’t disobey, you were accustomed to following his commands, and you wished you could curse your mouth for opening.

“You would kiss me first…on my lips and then m-my neck, trailing your lips lower leaving your marks. You would touch my breast and suck on them while rubbing your cock against...my cunt,” you paused to take a deep breath and shuddered at the idea of his cock against you with a bright blush across your cheeks, “whispering words into my skin about…how g-good I taste…”

Your voice had softened and drifted off as you notice the rise in colour on his cheeks at your enchanting spell, even your cheeks were flushed. His eyes were closed as he listened to your words and pictured everything you were saying – imagining himself with you – which made his cock painfully hard. His fingers had acted on their own and his hand reached for his cock to stroke himself off. A firm grip on the base as he took his time to run his hand, squeezing and twisting while the other hand fondled his balls.

“Hmm, go on.”

“You’d r-rub your cock against me before sliding in to take me…h-hard and fast. You’d tell me how g-good I was for you and how good I-I was making you feel – shit,” your voice trembled and stuttered as you continued to speak. You were slightly embarrassed to share you personal fantasies about your favourite Lord even though he was turned on by them.

Lying before him as his eyes opened and bore into yours, the temperature of your skin couldn’t help but betray you and rise increasingly high. The bright red blush embedded into your skin gave away just how much you were turned on by the current state either of you was in. A flick of his eyes over your body and you felt all flushed with fever. They trailed from your face to your breast down your clenched stomach all the way to where your hands hid your most precious place of worship. Shorter finger, far more delicate than his that could barely cover the distance and width his could, attempted to stretch yourself open and crooked to find your soft spot. A wail slipped from your lips when your fingers brushed, and you couldn’t help but convulse under the slightest pleasure.

Sweat coated and covered every inch of you and it did nothing to tranquillize the burning stare he bore into your body. To you, he appeared far more relaxed and in control of his body. Towering above you, one hand on your knees, spreading it far apart to his liking and the other gripping the base of his cock, stroking it in moderation. Ecthelion had the upper hand in controlling his body but not today, not when you were laying before him like a meal for his taking. He was finding it beyond difficult to remain focused on his pleasure. His hands would falter as he drifted off staring at the way your fingers pumped into your heat followed by the lewd squelching. A lick of his lips and his hand would halt as his mind drifted further. His cock was long forgotten as he wished to touch you.

Taking pity on you and wanting to do something, Ecthelion’s other hand rested on your clit as you pumped your fingers in and out of your heat. His rough fingers felt divine against your delicate nub. Panting and calling out his name in soft cries, you threw your head in the pillows, tossing them from side to side as his pace increased. His touch was a burning coldness and instead of shrinking from it, you welcomed it with open arms. You allowed it to consume every ounce of fibre in your body, creeping and crawling and washing over you like cool crisp crystal waters, and in response, you returned the favour.

Long had his hand forgotten about his own pleasure and out of sympathy, you inched yours over to rest upon his cock and stroked. His hips jolted at the touch of your hand once again on his cock and thrust forward into it. Revelling in the warmth he once missed, his hips worked in sync with your hands, allowing himself to bask in the pleasure you gave so freely. Ecthelion’s head was lost in the clouds as he swam in ecstasy. Head tossed back, eyes shut, and lips parted – occasionally darting out to wet them – he allowed for soft moans to flow from his throat and float through the air melodiously. It was as if he was singing for you, and he was.

Both your hand and his were wrapped together around his cock, sliding up and down as he thrust. It was a ground-breaking experience for you both since neither expected any of this to happen. Getting each other off, who would have thought that this would have been the first move either of you would make? Neither of you, but you weren't about to complain, not when his touch was blindingly intense.

At the rapid pace of his fingers grew a fire in your pit and your body buckled off the bed, arching into his touch but recoiling from the oversensitivity. He didn’t stop dancing his fingers as your orgasm washed through your body, if anything, it urged him to send you into an oversensitive frenzy. The cries of his name followed by the shrieks told him that he was doing a good job, doing exactly as you described. But Ecthelion refused to let up, he wanted to pull another from you despite the overstimulation – he didn’t care, he was greedy. One taste wasn’t enough for him, he wanted more, and you were going to give it to him.

“M-My Lord, it’s t-too much.” Your voice trembled as your body bowed off the bed to run from him, but your Lord was quicker.

Lowering himself atop you, he pressed you into the bed while keeping the quick motion of his fingers on your clit – yours had long ceased their thrusting. Keeping his hand on his cock, and still pumping, he brought his head near yours and caged you in. A stern expression governed had spread across his face as his lips hovered dangerously close to yours, leaning in to brush them against each other and listened to your whines.

“I’m not finished with you yet darling; I want more…” he growled into your ear as his lips attached themselves to your neck.

His lips were heavenly and soft as they rested on your skin more and sent you into a frenzied state of mind. Your hands rose to grip his back, sinking your nails into the muscles he’d developed over the ages. Mapping them out and raking your nails down his back as his tongue licked a fat stripe up your neck, your legs rose to wrap around his waist to press him against your cunt. His groan reverberated in his chest and the vibrations tickled your nipples, hardening the poor buds. His actions were rough and if he wasn’t careful, he could break the tiny bed you were about to fuck on. How awkward would this situation become, but the level-headed Lord was cautious despite the hurried attempts of driving his cock into your welcoming heat.

Quickly biting your lips to hold back a gasp as Ecthelion’s cock scrapped past your walls, your actions had failed, and your gasp turned into a moan which tinkered into his ear. A pleasant sound that satisfied his pride. Feeling the bed creaking with his powerful thrusts, your eyes rolled into your head when his cock brushed immediately against your soft spot. How did he find it so quickly? It was as if he was reading your thoughts because the chuckle that echoed above you said enough – he was just that good. With an expert roll of his hips, your nails dug deeper into his back leaving little moon crescents on his skin. He was loving the feeling of your touch and leaned in to give you more.

“Is this what you think of my dear?”

“Y-Yes.” You hiccupped.

“Tell me, fuck, where t-to kiss you,” he whispered.

“My breast, p-please.”

And his head dipped lower to finally encase his warm cavern over your begging nipples. His tongue flicked over your buds before wrapping his entire mouth over them to suck as if water from heaven would burst forth and bless his mouth. His mouth was suctioning the life out of your breast for the sake of a miracle happening. Ecthelion moaned into the fat of your breast at the deliciousness he tasted, everything about was sweet. He felt as if he was in heaven as he tugged and nipped at your nipples, waiting for you to bless him. One hand was gripping your free breast while his mouth was making love to the other. He was moaning in contentment as your sugary skin brushed against his tongue with every flick.

The rise and fall of his hips as its momentum increased prompted your own hips to move against his rhythmical and timing his pace to gain maximum pleasure. Sweaty skin was slapping against the other, slipping and sliding with a struggle to find stability. The luscious friction felt uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. Your hands were fighting to grip his back, sliding all the way down to his ass for security. Once your hands were locked in, you gripped his ass, feeling the muscles flexing under his powerful thrusts. Ecthelion couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of your nails scrapping his ass under your firm grip.

The bed frame was rattling with each quick motion of his hips, and you were afraid of him breaking the inn’s furniture, but still wanted him to rattle your bones. And that was exactly what he was doing. Your breasts were jumping with the sheer force of his thunderous thrusts, bruising the inner of your thighs and pelvis. His hips were punishing against yours as your words replayed in his head about not wanting to walk when he was through with you. You were getting your wish granted.

“Ngh – fuck – you’re fucking me so good my Lord,” you were mewling response after response in his ear leaving goosebumps.

“Am I now? Am I fucking you like you’ve fantasized? Am I satisfying you well?” he spoke intensively as he forced himself off your spit-covered breast to sit on his hunched, lifting your body off the bed to meet his thrusts. The little heart eyes he gave your breast as he glanced at the purple imprinted didn't go unnoticed.

This position gave him a better view of his cock sliding in and out of your heat. Your juices had coated his entire length causing it to glisten under the light of the lamps. Placing a thumb on your clit, he wasted no time in wanting to get you to cum on his cock, sealing the deal to his own fantasy. The cry that escaped your throat made his eyes narrow in concentration as beads of sweat rolled down his face and body. There was the undeniable desire to release inside you as he felt the fire growing in the pit of his own abdomen but is it what you would want. Would you what him to mark you as his own?

There was great love in his heart for you and for long he desired to have you as his. This between you two could just be a simple fling more so on your end and not his, it was sentimental.

“So close, right there.” Your voice cried out to him, snapping him out of his obtrusive thoughts and urging his nimble fingers to speed up their motion.

Pumping his elegant hips into your bruised ones, Ecthelion reached out to lift your back off the bed and pull you into an upright position. It allowed his cock to reach even deeper than before and constantly brush against your soft spot persistently as he bounced you on it. Scrambling to keep your hold on him, your arms bounded themselves around his neck and drew his lips in for another round of kisses. Moaning into his mouth about how good his cock felt and how he filled you up, was enough to take his mind off the impending thoughts and focus on your pleasure.

Your rhythm was falling off and required Ecthelion to control your motion with just one arm around your waist while the other assisted with your shaking. Trembling and buckling in his arms as the effects of your orgasm were washing through you in a violent manner. Clutching his shoulder, you buried your face into his neck and bit into it as you were overcome in an ocean of ecstasy. Swimming in violent delightful bliss caused by the elf Lord who was still fucking you so good through your orgasm to achieve his. There were tears in your eyes as your release flooded your walls and coated his cock, spasming your walls to choke him. The pleasure was undeniably great.

Your face was still buried in his neck while he was littering kisses on your shoulder as your muscles contracted around him, driving him into a frenzy. He could feel his hips twitching and his abdomen tightening as his own climax was approaching. His baritone voice dropping octaves deeper than usually to moan your name angelically was the final call before his hips stuttered and halted. With a deep grunt, your love-making session had finally paid off with Ecthelion’s release flooding your insides. The warmth that spread through you left you both moaning in bliss that the sensational feeling. Perfection.

Wrapped up in each other’s embrace, he laid on top of you, attempting to not place all his weight so that he doesn’t crush you. His head was resting in the crook of your neck while your lips were pressing into his shoulder, focusing on catching your breath. His arms were holding you tightly pressed against his chest as both your lips kissed each other’s skin as an act of saying ‘thank you’. When his lips travelled upwards and hovered above your lips, his eyes flashed up to meet yours and leaned in to capture your lips for another delectable kiss.

Ecthelion didn’t know what came over him because his emotions were acting on their own and made him embrace you into a tight hug, pressing you deeper into the bed. Butterfly kisses were placed across your face filled with whispers of ‘I love you’ in between along with giggles. You could feel the elation emanating from deep within his soul as he held you closely in contentment rolling around the tiny bed. Pulling you to lie atop his chest, he reached for the discarded sheet and tugged it over your naked body. The rain was still pouring heavily outside with little intermittence of thunder and lightning.

“That was...interesting,” was his first comment to break the silence.

“Same can be said my Lord,” you tinkered.

“You know, you can call me by my name, I would very much love to hear it falling from your lips.”

“I’m sure you would but I don’t think the guest in the inn would.”

Widening his eyes in fear of realizing that he and you were intimate in a public space where the walls were thin, made the hair on his head nearly turn grey. You could feel the evident panic rising in his chest as he figured out some solution to save his dignity.

“I’ll...I'll just pay them to pretend they didn’t hear a thing.”

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Dare to Dance with Fire

Feanor x reader

Kinktober 2022: Asphyfixiation (Breath Play)/Oral Sex

Warnings: fembod, asphyxiation (breath-play), cunnilingus, Feanor fucking you in his father's study

Word Count: 2.7k

Synopsis: Feanor can't help but become fascinated by the mastery of his hands on your body.

Your back slammed against the door with enough aggression and force to knock every fibre out of your living body. Conniving hands, crawling their way up your lean body, taking their precious time to dance and hop over every crevice and bump until they found their way around your swan-like neck. One took its time to trace the outline of your features, the veins that stood out from the adrenaline rush, the little stardust freckles that trailed across your collarbones and their softness. His other, trailed above your head to assist with bracing his body against yours, pressing himself so you could feel just how much he desired, craved and hungered for you. He wanted you to understand the effects you had on his body, and what you were capable of.

Fiery swirls of red danced in his steel grey orbs – desire, passion, want, lust – they all beckoned to you. You were like a moth drawn to a flame, leaning in to allow for his artistic fingers, capable of crafting unspeakable masterpieces to now draw angelic sighs from your lips. They encroached easily around your neck, gripping the sides and applying enough pressure to get the ball rolling. It was his cue to lean in and steal the remaining life Eru gifted for himself – greedy he would consider it, but a joyous pleasure it manifested as. Your lips were coated in the fresh dew drops of spring, pink as the first rose to blossom and dainty as the lightest breeze – Feanor wanted more. As much as he fought to withhold his aggression, your presence drove him insane.

His lips pecked once, twice then thrice before he lost all sense of control, his selfish desires overcame and flushed him thoroughly. A squeeze of his hand and all your air was gone, and his lips came upon as languid fire. With all the time in the world, he froze it so it would just be you two captured at that moment endlessly, his lips sucked all your air. Drowning in your essence and taste, he drank it all. Tongue slipping out for more, swiping at your bottom lip and prying it open, he dived in and cascaded into an avalanche of lustful pleasures. You could hear the words, just like that, being cooed at you tenderly. Feanor kisses you, toyed with you, cherished you until there was no more that he could do within that moment before pulling away.

"Not bad mirë, you look beautiful as I steal your air. Almost makes me wish to steal it all," his hands eased its grip, lightening its hold but remaining on your neck to feel your pulse, the little quickened heartbeat and erratic breathing he caused. Your eyes were widened and lust-blown, lips cherry stained, and arousal peaked. The hand above your head then bent to allow him to arch his body into yours for more touch. You felt his desire, the heat burning through his clothes, one would think he was unwell, but the firstborn of the High King was healthy and ravenous. There was more than he wanted to not sample but devour completely and experience for himself – he had enough teasing, it was time for the main feature.

"I'm far from finished with you my darling. So much to do with this gift of mine, yes?" he teased as his head remained close to your lips and easily manoeuvred to capture your neck in a series of perilous love bites. Shades of purple easily decorated your neck in the most fashionable patterns, it made your bruise appear typical. They were etched into your skin with precision and accuracy, class and elegance and care, just as he did with all his creations, they were no different. You were made of the finest materials the world had ever known, he had ever seen, thus you were to be handled with the greatest care, however, it didn’t stop him from losing himself a few times and becoming enthralled. Inquisitive and eager to learn all about your inner workings, he didn’t mind being a bit rough around the edges.

Breathless sighs erupted from your throat when his hand returned to its once former position, applying the same pressure as before. This time, his mouth was busy elsewhere, acquainting itself with your skin for the first time. Such a heavenly experience for you both, the Crown Prince of the Noldor engaging in frivolous affairs with a lowly maiden who came from no great household, behind closed doors of his father’s study. Any moment now, the High King could walk in and catch his son behaving immorally, yet, fate was on your side and wanted for your rendezvous to occur. No disturbance between you was to ever occur, Feanor was to have his cake and devour it.

Your nails lifted to claw at his robes as his mouth attached to your cleavage, nibbling on the delicate skin and planting more flowers as he glided across your bosom. "Just like that, atta girl. Good," he revelled in the erratic motion of your chest, panting for air as it was being taken from you. Funny, in his mind, how it was Manwe responsible for giving you air and yet, he could take it away so easily using his crafty hands. The thoughts of the power he held with the palm of his hands pushed his brain to test what else he could control.

Then, his hand from above left its position to trail lower and lower until it met your waist, tracing the outline of your pelvis and feeling the little jumps your body gave as he did so. It danced along your neck to listen to the pulses in your lower abdomen and the fire pooling underneath. His palm pressed into your stomach and knew the outcome to expect, it made it eager to explore. Removing his hand from your neck, he pulled off your body and remained barely an inch distance before dropping to his knees and prying the skirts of your dress out of his way. Pushing the obtrusive material all the way up to your thighs, it was enough room for him to slip underneath and settle between your knowingly soiled underwear. He’d read enough on the Pleasures of the Flesh to understand all his actions and their reactions.

Feanor could hear and feel your breathing halt as it transformed into the trembling of your thighs. Nibble fingers dug into the fat of your flesh, squeezing and marvelling at the wonders of your skin. The little indents that were left as he traced his fingers over the same spot or the softness it retained. He never thought that he would ever get on his knees for anyone but for you, the exception would be made a thousand times over as long as he could experience this forever. Curious hands floated through the air and moved to run a finger along your clothed heat, inhaling and exhaling once he made contact.

"My, my, my, all this for me to devour? You spoil me mirë," he excited chuckled as he witnessed firsthand, your arousal.

"Fëanaro, please, tease me not," you were soaked, drenched, dipped into the ocean and left to drip without any form of help, and Feanor saw his moment to strike. Not bothering to move the garment out his way, a bold tongue slipped past his lips, and he tasted. He tasted and tasted and tasted until the material finally raised his irritation and he tore it apart like paper and it fell to the floor. Hands on your thighs, one lifting to rest upon his shoulder and the other pushing apart for head space before he dived in. Feanor didn’t believe that anything in this world could have tasted so divine, more divine than what you gave to him freely and he was right. Heaven rested between your legs, a place he was never giving up or leaving.

Languid motions of his tongue wanting to savour every mewl and cry of his name cascading from your lips pushed his tongue deeper. Crooking and dipping into regions that he still wanted to explore, he marked his spots. Rolling his tongue and flicking where necessary, no part of his heaven was left untouched. Very experienced was his mouth, from nipping to biting or kissing, Feanor prided himself in the ability to draw out his name in another language from your lips. Feanor, Feanor, Feanor, his name effortlessly rolled off your tongue. You would have to teach him the art of doing such for he wished to partake in the activity now.

"Ah, so close, so close. I can feel it," you whined and moaned as you felt your coil building and preparing to snap. The heat was becoming unbearable.

Your body bowed off the door as your head knocked against the wood possibly alerting others on the other side of your ongoing activities. Your hands craved to reach out and touch his, cradle his face or rake through his rich, ebony hair, but all you could do was hold yourself. A cry of his name turned into a song, a song to praise him and his tongue. You felt like a God was laying between your legs from the intensity of pleasure. The way he made your body coiled and curled, convulsed and wiggle, it was spell-bounding – there was just no way he was ordinary.

To Feanor, his prayers were answered, this was what he could do with his hands, crooking them to reach where his sinfully eloquent tongue could not. A brush against a spongy spot and a wail crashed through his eardrums, it was a sign to continue. His finger was joined by another, easing itself alongside the other, calloused yet smooth and thick. He marvelled at the feeling of you gushing over him, spilling your essence down his wrist and arm, coating every fibre of him with your heavenly waters. But it was your grip, every chance to escape your heat, he was met with resistance, a great pull that suctioned him deeper and refused to let go. He hadn’t known you were capable of such.

Combining his mouth and fingers, loving all the free-flowing waters your provided, he drank it like a thirsty dog. Lapping at your heat and sparing not a drop to fall from his lips, he worked synchronously, fingers and mouth in harmony. Not far from his reward, Feanor’s desperation refused to be let up, he knew you were capable of giving him his selfless desire to feel like a God himself. All you had to do was break your dam and give it all to him, you were close. A tightening of your walls, the pressure rising in your hips and the snapping of your coil were too much for a first-timer to handle. The doors of Heaven opened and he was rewarded with your sweet waters. The cool essence flowed smoothly past his lips as they continued to greedily drink. You buckled off the door and nearly collapsed into Feanor had it not been for his quick reaction.

"Easy mirë, easy. I've got you. You did so well for me, you tasted divine...for me," he cooed into your hair as he nuzzled his nose to take in your scent. Heavenly.

A hand still buried in your heat and the other pressing you close to him; you shivered in his embrace. The feeling of his fingers still entrapped within you was making your brain lag, there wasn’t a thing he could say that you could comprehend because the sweet whisperings in your ear left the other side. Feanor attempted to console you at best given it was his first time experimenting with only theoretics in mind, this was his practical and he was achieving high passing.

The hand still within you eased its motion but just sitting to enjoy the warmth you provided. His pants twitched at the tingling sensation and he wished to encounter the same fate as his fingers did. To say he was jealous of his fingers was a jokey term because for a short moment, he wasn’t sure if you’d give other parts of him the chance to explore wildly. But this was Feanor, the dictator who persuaded with a graceful sharp tongue and always got his way. He didn’t need to use it just because you were already willing to give in to him, willingly, and it made his heart smile.

Your dress bunched up at your waist and legs wrapped our his, your back was resting against the short surface of the long sofa in his father’s study while he was resting between your legs. Hips comfortably adjusted to spacing and sponginess, he made himself at home as he rolled him with care and precision, listening to each and every single one of your sighs and feeling your nails clawing into his back. Neither of you was completely undressed, dress – upper and lower – bunched at your waist and gave him proper access to your chest to finish his artwork from earlier, while only his robe was discarded, and trousers hung low on his thighs. Besides that, you were too wrapped up in the ecstasy to acknowledge the proper removal of anything, you wished to have other parts of him where his fingers were.

"So beautiful and all for me. No one else could bring you to the mess that I can. I want you to give me more," he taunted as his lips danced near yours.

"M-My prince, nnghh, yes," you whimpered. His words were having the strangest effects on your body and you couldn't explain. All you knew, was that they provided pleasure.

Delicate strokes they were far from as his hips rushed dangerously against your pelvis, for a moment he may have broken them from his aggressiveness. Feanor was lost in the undeniable pleasure of being wrapped up with another. The use of his hands would never compare to the thousand-fold pleasure you allowed him to venture. A firm grip around your throat and his pleasure heightened. He learned quickly, as a quick learner, that your breathing was linked to your heavenly abode which granted him pleasure – selfish, wasn’t it. But he was sympathetic where your satisfaction was concerned and did his best to return the favour.

"Hmph - " you gasped as you felt the mixture of a violent thrust and his hand increasing its tightness around your neck. Your eyes couldn't help but flutter as they rolled back into your skull.

Squeezing your throat and relishing in the tight escape as he slides past your walls, the suffocation was beautiful and built his high easily. Everything about him was perfect, his presence, his scent, his personality and even his body. The prince had every necessary aspect to deliver perfect pleasure and you felt it from the delirious movements of the veins from his girthy cock kissing your gummy walls as you hugged him tightly. The hand on your throat squeezed until he couldn’t take the significant tightness you produced, he might have combusted, and it would have been embarrassing.

Training himself to understand when to cut your air off, Feanor was having a ball switching between kissing you to suck your air away and choking. He found more than one way to heighten both your pleasure – typical. Though, his mouth was having a hard time leaving you as he grew insatiable for your taste. He spent most of his time slapping his hips against yours and kissing the life out of your lips. The remnants of the mixed cherries were still on your lips from earlier dinner with his father. No one expected a first-time meeting with the King to take a wild turn and end up being fucked into his sofa and smearing yours and Feanor’s essence across it.

The base of his shaft already showed proof of how deep he was in the situation and you, and to him, he couldn’t have been more pleased. Feanor’s hips grew more anxious, twitching as your walls squeezed him again as his hands came to grip your throat again, this time, it was paired with kisses to the exposed area. A bite to your jaw, a kiss to soothe the pain, and another taste to your jugular followed by another kiss to ease the pain. His lips were enjoying the erratic pulse under his tongue with the increase in your heightened pleasure. A mischievous smirk couldn’t help but grow as he listened to your moans while your eyes fluttered in response to the overwhelming pleasure.

"Say my name a little louder mirë, let everyone know it is I who makes his lover feel this good, go on, cry my name," Feanaro. His name sounded like a hidden key tumbling from your lips. The key to his reward. Miraculous.

Feanor didn't care anymore how loud either of you were being. Once he was on the receiving end of his pleasure, that was all that mattered. Though, he wasn’t sure between either of you who fell first, but it was an honour to experience the pleasures of climaxing at the same time. Your body convulsed and tightened, shivering as layers upon layers of goosebumps coated your skin when the first wave crashed. He toppled into your chest, hips still languishing with its thrusting and gripped the sides of the sofa to groan slowly. Eyes shut as the suffocation of your walls intensified with each second that passed with your coil snapping. It broke with ease and reduced the violent spasming you would have faced similar to him. Your body was washed over with crisp spring waters, and you floated.

"Feanor," a cry of his name, louder than usual ripped from your throat and he buckled under the sound. He couldn’t comprehend how you could become more ethereal as he looked on with hooded eyes with bliss drowning him. You were glowing in your haze, eyes shut, lips parted and chest heaving. Little bruised of his firm grip was left around your neck the more he observed from his angle where his head rested on your chest. Being nestled between your breast and listening to your heartbeat was peaceful. Your aftermath couldn’t have gotten any better than this. Too tired to move, you both laid there on the long sofa, wrapped up in each other’s essence and scent to do a damn thing.

Your hands were cradling his head and his hands were tracing your bruised attempting to kiss them from where he laid. Stroking his ebony hair, you nestled him to sleep with ease as your love and warmth were felt through the gentle actions and heartbeat. The last thing you felt before drifting off was a soft kiss upon your heart and a little murmur.

“Perfect.”

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