LOTR FIC: The Artistry of Pleasure (5/5)
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fimbrethielTitle: The Artistry of Pleasure (5/5)
Author: Fimbrethiel
LiveJournal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/fimbrethiel/
Email: fimbrethiel @ yahoo.com
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Lindir
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: **explicit** depictions of homoerotic acts between consenting males, light bondage, some kink, toys, language, unapologetic filth
Disclaimer: Don’t own the Elves, they are owned by Tolkien’s estate. Master Tolkien, I mean no harm. No profit has been made.
Original date of completion: May 26, 2005
Summary: Erestor prepares a surprise for his lover. Erestor’s POV.
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Inside that mysteriously wrapped package was a hand-carved wooden phallus, so realistic that each vein looked like it might begin pulsing at any moment. It was highly polished to a gloss, its surface had been scraped and sanded smooth, and then varnished with some sort of glazing that made it non-porous and as smooth as silk. The dilator was not especially long, but at its widest it was as big around as my wrist, with a bulbous glans at one end, flaring slightly along the shaft, then narrowing only slightly at the base so the body could grip it and hold it in position.
In a purely artistic sense, it was a thing of beauty. The dark, gleaming wood was streaked with rings of a light golden honey. Candlelight from the wall sconces glinted from its surface, so highly polished that I could see my reflection in it. Countless hours must have gone into its creation. It was a true masterpiece of graceful curves and harmonizing colors.
As a sexual object, it was menacing.
It looked gigantic when I had removed it carefully from the packaging the craftsman had delivered my toys in. It appeared even larger now, held in my hand alongside Lindir’s slender hips. I did, in truth, wonder how my slight lover would ever fit this inside him, but I kept Celeborn’s words in mind and reached for the salve.
Which was a very bad idea on my part. The phallus in my own body shifted again, and I had to stifle a groan. I sat back on my thighs keeping the pressure off my backside and took a few steadying breaths while my shaft twitched threateningly, ready to overflow.
When I thought my body was under control again, I touched his shoulder gently and gave him one last opportunity to change his mind. “Are you sure, Lindir? Absolutely sure you want me to do this?”
“For the sake of Mandos, just do it, Erestor,” he barked, clearly at the end of his tether. “I’m sure… but you will pay for this, you bastard.”
Oops.
I should have figured that Lindir’s devious little mind would already be planning sweet revenge, but I would worry about his retribution later. I was excruciatingly aroused, my ass was on fire, my cock was dripping like a leaky faucet, and Lindir was grinding up and down on that pillow like a rutting mongrel.
My lover had been bound in the same position for a good while now, and I was a bit concerned about his comfort. But he seemed not to be in any great distress. He wouldn’t be tied up that much longer, anyway, so I decided to proceed.
I smeared the greasy salve all over the smooth wood, making sure every last bit was coated well, and laid the jar next to me within easy reach. We would need it again before we were through.
Slowly, carefully, and steadily I pulled the dilator from Lindir’s body. He whimpered a little when the thickest part spread him widest, but with another gentle tug, it finally pulled free with a wet squelching noise.
It was difficult to believe that the tiny pink pucker of less than an hour before could stretch to such magnitude. I can say with certitude that neither myself nor any of his previous lovers had ever been nearly as well endowed as what I proposed to stuff him with. I hoped my toy wasn’t going to spoil him.
Quickly, while his entrance was still wide and gaping, I inserted the tip and gently pushed, just enough to keep him loose and stretched for what was to come – which was, hopefully, him and me, and not necessarily in that order.
Then again, after what I was putting him through, maybe I would be gracious and allow him to go first. I hoped.
Lindir lay with his forehead pressed against the mattress, his breathing hitching. When I slid in the very tip, he instinctively tensed against me.
“You must relax, Lindir, or you’ll be injured,” I admonished, again reaching for the salve. I scooped up a bit more and smeared it around the glans and shaft, and slicked a bit more around his anus, just for good measure.
He turned his head to glare up at me. “Erestor, you’re purporting to insert something roughly the size of a small continent in my ass. It's a little difficult to relax.”
I smiled. My lover does have a way with words. It was a comfort to hear that biting wit – I knew he was not in danger of harm if he was able to banter so.
“Breathe, Lindir, you must trust me. Do you trust me?”
“Valar help me, I do.” He took a few slow, measured breaths, and I could see the tension drain from his body and feel his muscles relax under my hands.
“Very good; now breathe slowly, just like that.”
A fraction of an inch at a time I started working the dilator into his passage, never pushing too hard, and stopping when I felt resistance. He would take another few breaths and I would proceed further. He panted and groaned, and every sound sent another vibration straight to my cock and made my arse twitch around its own solid packing.
Past the tip, the shaft flared a bit. At its largest circumference, there was one heart-stopping moment when I feared it was simply too large. I pushed, again very gently but insistently, but the dildo refused to proceed another inch. In spite of Lindir’s refusal to utter the word, I was prepared to abandon the game and stop. He had been through enough, and I wouldn’t take things further. He was stubborn, but I wouldn’t punish him for that mulishness. Things had already progressed further than I had ever hoped or dreamed.
“Lindir,” I wheezed, “I’m afraid to go any further. I’m going to stop.”
He shook his head frantically, his forehead again pressed to the bed. The blankets were wadded in his hands, and with each rasping breath he whimpered a bit.
“How much more?” His voice was harsh and muffled from his face buried in the sheets.
I blinked. He wanted me to continue?
When I didn’t respond, he repeated more loudly, his voice taking on a commanding tone I had never heard before, and one I never would have expected to hear from someone bound and virtually helpless. “How. Much. More?”
“You are almost at the thickest part.”
“Go ahead and do it.”
Oh Valar, he really did want me to continue. “I don’t know, Lindir. Are you in pain?”
“Nothing I can’t handle – just do it, Erestor.”
My mouth was suddenly parched, and I licked my dry lips with a leaden tongue. “If you insist on proceeding, I’ll need your help. Can you do that?”
He nodded against the blanket and uttered a sound that I surmised was a ‘yes’. He could very well have intended, ‘Fuck off and die, don’t even think of doing this to me again,’ but I chose to believe the former.
Struggling to keep the trembling from my voice, I instructed him in what I wanted to him to do. “I’m going to simply hold the phallus in place while you push very – VERY – gently. When you relax your muscles, your body will open and allow me entrance.”
He nodded again and took a few more deep breaths. The salve-slick, tight flesh around his anus bulged just the slightest bit when he exerted pressure, and when he relaxed, I counter-pressed. The phallus slipped forward a little more, and I held it in place while he pushed again. Bit by bit, the widest part breached his body finally the rest slipped in easily.
“Good boy,” I praised, gazing down at him while I wiped my greasy hands on my robe.
His face was flushed and sweating. He panted and moaned, thrusting wildly into the pillows. His anus, stretched widely around the plug, was bright red, the normally pale pink skin bright red and glistening with lubricant and stretched smooth.
The tip of my braid fell over my shoulder, so I trailed the end over his buttocks, played it over his tight sac, and around that shiny flesh.
“Gods, Lindir, if you could only see how amazing you look…” I croaked. Never in all my years had I before, or have since, seen such an erotic, arousing sight as my beautiful, sensual lover bound by the wrists and split near in two.
And the scent… if I could have bottled the scent, I could have become a very wealthy man. Lindir has an intriguing fresh fragrance of his own – somewhat spicy like mint, with clear herbal undertones. Add a dash of heavy oil, a few musky whiffs of male arousal, a trace of the metallic tang of semen, and a hint of clean, wholesome sweat, and Master Elrond would find himself extremely short-staffed. None in Imladris would ever leave their beds long enough to get any work done.
I untied my robe and let it fall on the floor. My cock jutted straight up, dripping with pre-come. It wouldn’t take much to set me over the edge – my sac was high and snug against my body, and that fluttering in my lower stomach wouldn’t relent.
Carefully, taking care not to jar the phallus inside my own body, I crawled up the bed on all fours alongside my squirming, panting, moaning lover and fumbled with the ties on one of his wrists. Once one hand was untied, I slid out of the way while he twisted and wriggled over on his side to push himself up toward the head of the bed.
Every movement must have been exquisite with pleasure-pain, because with each panting gasp of his breath, he mewled. He had long since given up trying to form coherent words; his vocalizations were reduced to indecipherable moans and whimpers. His cock stood straight at attention, all shiny with pre-come and almost purple in his excited state.
While he fumbled with the other wrist strap, I lay down beside him and spread my thighs. He could see that black, leather-wrapped dildo now, and understood then why I had escaped to the bathroom.
He was frantic, fumbling one-handed to free himself from the second bond while I finally grasped my aching cock with one hand and started working the plug in and out of my backside with the other. Valar, it felt so good after so long restraining myself.
Lindir panted and whimpered. I could only imagine how full and stretched he must have felt. The thought made me twitch. I didn’t dare stroke faster, because I was dangerously close to coming. That tingle wouldn’t stop; I stroked just barely quickly enough to keep myself on the edge without going over.
He almost had his second wrist untied, but his eyes never left the view between my legs. Slowly I pulled on the dildo and groaned with disappointment when it finally slid out. I tossed it aside and found the salve again, scooped some up and slipped two fingers into my hole, thrusting them in and out.
The sounds that escaped Lindir’s mouth were unlike anything I had ever heard before – a cross between a mewl and a howl.
“Hurry, lover, I’m all ready for you,” I panted, one hand working my cock slowly, my own juices making my hands wonderfully slick, and the other delving deep inside, searching for my pleasure spot. “I want you. How badly do you want me? You must be full to bursting. Come fuck me, lover... I’m waiting.”
He was crazed with lust. The second strap simply would not untie, so he literally ripped it off the post and was on top of me almost before I realized what had happened. With a snarl, he shoved my thighs back and threw my ankles over his shoulders. One long, hard thrust later and he was buried all the way in my backside and immediately pounding in and out.
“Fuck, fuck… oh gods Valar, FUCK.”
He was too far gone to have any idea what he was saying or doing, only caring about that enormous phallus in his body, rubbing against his prostate, and his cock buried in my ass.
I was on the edge – he was wild. I stroked myself fast and furiously while his hard shaft plowed me raw. Gods, it was amazing. We’ve been lovers for years, but there has never been another night to rival that one for sheer lust. In about ten strokes I came furiously, howling, and spurted so hard I thought my spine would burst through my chest. I panted, riding out the waves of orgasm, my rear muscles clenching and unclenching, and that proved to be Lindir’s undoing.
He plunged deeply once, twice, and then screamed. I could feel my muscles stretching and burning around his erection, and then the hot spurt of his seed deep inside me.
Then he collapsed. His overtaxed body had given out, and he fainted.
“Poor baby,” I murmured against the sweat-slicked neck. When my own breathing had slowed, I wriggled out from underneath him and patted his cheek gently. Lindir blinked a few times and came back to me.
“Lie still, beloved,” I said, pushing a clinging tendril of damp hair back from his face. The look he gave me was utterly blank; he was still in a stupor from the tremendous experience.
“Lindir, I’m going to remove the phallus now. Breathe slowly and relax, love.” The words were pointless. I’m not sure he even knew where he was, or who he was at that moment.
I thought removing the dilator would be difficult, but he was utterly relaxed. He whimpered a little, but with less effort than I would have believed, the dildo slid out with a wet pop. His entrance was quite red, but he didn’t seem to have been injured.
I swept all the toys and the salve back into the basket and used a spare towel to wipe down our bodies.
“Rest, love, while I draw a bath for you.” He muttered something unintelligible. I walked gingerly to the bathroom, his seed still trickling from my body, and opened the hot-water tap from the hot springs. While the tub filled, I cleaned up our toys and swiped the remnants of his essence from my tender bottom. I would be sore tomorrow from Lindir’s frenzied lovemaking, but the discomfort I would feel would likely be nothing compared to his.
Back in my bedroom while the water reached a proper level in the tub, I tried to rouse him.
“Lindir…” I shook his shoulder lightly.
“Mmmph,” came the muffled reply.
Carefully, so I didn’t have to move him more than necessary, I wadded up one side of the soiled blanket and then helped him sit up. Once he was up and leaning heavily against me, I jerked on the blanket and the rest of it came off. I left it lying on the floor and pulled down the sheets, making the bed ready for us when we were through bathing.
Lindir’s legs didn’t want to support him, so I carried him to the bath. Somehow I managed to maneuver him into the tub without dropping him. At last he was settled in the warm water between my legs, my thighs supporting his in order to keep his bottom raised, and let his head loll back against my chest. I sang softly to myself as I washed him clean, lathered and rinsed his hair. He dozed against my chest, his breathing slow and peaceful. From his slumber, he whimpered a bit when I ran the soft cloth over his bottom, so I was as careful as I could be.
At length I managed to rouse him enough to get him out of the water so I could dry him off and give his hair a quick, haphazard brushing. It would be a mess in the morning, but what he needed most was sleep, not coiffing, and I didn’t worry about it. Lindir loved for me to comb and brush his hair, so I didn’t think he would especially mind if we left it until later.
I carried him back to bed and lay him down gently, then crawled in next to him and pulled the sheets over us. For a long while I lay beside to my beloved, spooned around his body, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing. Unconsciously, Lindir snuggled into my arms, and I sighed contentedly.
Valar, I love this Elf.
~*~*~ finis ~*~*~
Author: Fimbrethiel
LiveJournal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/fimbrethiel/
Email: fimbrethiel @ yahoo.com
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Lindir
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: **explicit** depictions of homoerotic acts between consenting males, light bondage, some kink, toys, language, unapologetic filth
Disclaimer: Don’t own the Elves, they are owned by Tolkien’s estate. Master Tolkien, I mean no harm. No profit has been made.
Original date of completion: May 26, 2005
Summary: Erestor prepares a surprise for his lover. Erestor’s POV.
~*~*~*~*~
Inside that mysteriously wrapped package was a hand-carved wooden phallus, so realistic that each vein looked like it might begin pulsing at any moment. It was highly polished to a gloss, its surface had been scraped and sanded smooth, and then varnished with some sort of glazing that made it non-porous and as smooth as silk. The dilator was not especially long, but at its widest it was as big around as my wrist, with a bulbous glans at one end, flaring slightly along the shaft, then narrowing only slightly at the base so the body could grip it and hold it in position.
In a purely artistic sense, it was a thing of beauty. The dark, gleaming wood was streaked with rings of a light golden honey. Candlelight from the wall sconces glinted from its surface, so highly polished that I could see my reflection in it. Countless hours must have gone into its creation. It was a true masterpiece of graceful curves and harmonizing colors.
As a sexual object, it was menacing.
It looked gigantic when I had removed it carefully from the packaging the craftsman had delivered my toys in. It appeared even larger now, held in my hand alongside Lindir’s slender hips. I did, in truth, wonder how my slight lover would ever fit this inside him, but I kept Celeborn’s words in mind and reached for the salve.
Which was a very bad idea on my part. The phallus in my own body shifted again, and I had to stifle a groan. I sat back on my thighs keeping the pressure off my backside and took a few steadying breaths while my shaft twitched threateningly, ready to overflow.
When I thought my body was under control again, I touched his shoulder gently and gave him one last opportunity to change his mind. “Are you sure, Lindir? Absolutely sure you want me to do this?”
“For the sake of Mandos, just do it, Erestor,” he barked, clearly at the end of his tether. “I’m sure… but you will pay for this, you bastard.”
Oops.
I should have figured that Lindir’s devious little mind would already be planning sweet revenge, but I would worry about his retribution later. I was excruciatingly aroused, my ass was on fire, my cock was dripping like a leaky faucet, and Lindir was grinding up and down on that pillow like a rutting mongrel.
My lover had been bound in the same position for a good while now, and I was a bit concerned about his comfort. But he seemed not to be in any great distress. He wouldn’t be tied up that much longer, anyway, so I decided to proceed.
I smeared the greasy salve all over the smooth wood, making sure every last bit was coated well, and laid the jar next to me within easy reach. We would need it again before we were through.
Slowly, carefully, and steadily I pulled the dilator from Lindir’s body. He whimpered a little when the thickest part spread him widest, but with another gentle tug, it finally pulled free with a wet squelching noise.
It was difficult to believe that the tiny pink pucker of less than an hour before could stretch to such magnitude. I can say with certitude that neither myself nor any of his previous lovers had ever been nearly as well endowed as what I proposed to stuff him with. I hoped my toy wasn’t going to spoil him.
Quickly, while his entrance was still wide and gaping, I inserted the tip and gently pushed, just enough to keep him loose and stretched for what was to come – which was, hopefully, him and me, and not necessarily in that order.
Then again, after what I was putting him through, maybe I would be gracious and allow him to go first. I hoped.
Lindir lay with his forehead pressed against the mattress, his breathing hitching. When I slid in the very tip, he instinctively tensed against me.
“You must relax, Lindir, or you’ll be injured,” I admonished, again reaching for the salve. I scooped up a bit more and smeared it around the glans and shaft, and slicked a bit more around his anus, just for good measure.
He turned his head to glare up at me. “Erestor, you’re purporting to insert something roughly the size of a small continent in my ass. It's a little difficult to relax.”
I smiled. My lover does have a way with words. It was a comfort to hear that biting wit – I knew he was not in danger of harm if he was able to banter so.
“Breathe, Lindir, you must trust me. Do you trust me?”
“Valar help me, I do.” He took a few slow, measured breaths, and I could see the tension drain from his body and feel his muscles relax under my hands.
“Very good; now breathe slowly, just like that.”
A fraction of an inch at a time I started working the dilator into his passage, never pushing too hard, and stopping when I felt resistance. He would take another few breaths and I would proceed further. He panted and groaned, and every sound sent another vibration straight to my cock and made my arse twitch around its own solid packing.
Past the tip, the shaft flared a bit. At its largest circumference, there was one heart-stopping moment when I feared it was simply too large. I pushed, again very gently but insistently, but the dildo refused to proceed another inch. In spite of Lindir’s refusal to utter the word, I was prepared to abandon the game and stop. He had been through enough, and I wouldn’t take things further. He was stubborn, but I wouldn’t punish him for that mulishness. Things had already progressed further than I had ever hoped or dreamed.
“Lindir,” I wheezed, “I’m afraid to go any further. I’m going to stop.”
He shook his head frantically, his forehead again pressed to the bed. The blankets were wadded in his hands, and with each rasping breath he whimpered a bit.
“How much more?” His voice was harsh and muffled from his face buried in the sheets.
I blinked. He wanted me to continue?
When I didn’t respond, he repeated more loudly, his voice taking on a commanding tone I had never heard before, and one I never would have expected to hear from someone bound and virtually helpless. “How. Much. More?”
“You are almost at the thickest part.”
“Go ahead and do it.”
Oh Valar, he really did want me to continue. “I don’t know, Lindir. Are you in pain?”
“Nothing I can’t handle – just do it, Erestor.”
My mouth was suddenly parched, and I licked my dry lips with a leaden tongue. “If you insist on proceeding, I’ll need your help. Can you do that?”
He nodded against the blanket and uttered a sound that I surmised was a ‘yes’. He could very well have intended, ‘Fuck off and die, don’t even think of doing this to me again,’ but I chose to believe the former.
Struggling to keep the trembling from my voice, I instructed him in what I wanted to him to do. “I’m going to simply hold the phallus in place while you push very – VERY – gently. When you relax your muscles, your body will open and allow me entrance.”
He nodded again and took a few more deep breaths. The salve-slick, tight flesh around his anus bulged just the slightest bit when he exerted pressure, and when he relaxed, I counter-pressed. The phallus slipped forward a little more, and I held it in place while he pushed again. Bit by bit, the widest part breached his body finally the rest slipped in easily.
“Good boy,” I praised, gazing down at him while I wiped my greasy hands on my robe.
His face was flushed and sweating. He panted and moaned, thrusting wildly into the pillows. His anus, stretched widely around the plug, was bright red, the normally pale pink skin bright red and glistening with lubricant and stretched smooth.
The tip of my braid fell over my shoulder, so I trailed the end over his buttocks, played it over his tight sac, and around that shiny flesh.
“Gods, Lindir, if you could only see how amazing you look…” I croaked. Never in all my years had I before, or have since, seen such an erotic, arousing sight as my beautiful, sensual lover bound by the wrists and split near in two.
And the scent… if I could have bottled the scent, I could have become a very wealthy man. Lindir has an intriguing fresh fragrance of his own – somewhat spicy like mint, with clear herbal undertones. Add a dash of heavy oil, a few musky whiffs of male arousal, a trace of the metallic tang of semen, and a hint of clean, wholesome sweat, and Master Elrond would find himself extremely short-staffed. None in Imladris would ever leave their beds long enough to get any work done.
I untied my robe and let it fall on the floor. My cock jutted straight up, dripping with pre-come. It wouldn’t take much to set me over the edge – my sac was high and snug against my body, and that fluttering in my lower stomach wouldn’t relent.
Carefully, taking care not to jar the phallus inside my own body, I crawled up the bed on all fours alongside my squirming, panting, moaning lover and fumbled with the ties on one of his wrists. Once one hand was untied, I slid out of the way while he twisted and wriggled over on his side to push himself up toward the head of the bed.
Every movement must have been exquisite with pleasure-pain, because with each panting gasp of his breath, he mewled. He had long since given up trying to form coherent words; his vocalizations were reduced to indecipherable moans and whimpers. His cock stood straight at attention, all shiny with pre-come and almost purple in his excited state.
While he fumbled with the other wrist strap, I lay down beside him and spread my thighs. He could see that black, leather-wrapped dildo now, and understood then why I had escaped to the bathroom.
He was frantic, fumbling one-handed to free himself from the second bond while I finally grasped my aching cock with one hand and started working the plug in and out of my backside with the other. Valar, it felt so good after so long restraining myself.
Lindir panted and whimpered. I could only imagine how full and stretched he must have felt. The thought made me twitch. I didn’t dare stroke faster, because I was dangerously close to coming. That tingle wouldn’t stop; I stroked just barely quickly enough to keep myself on the edge without going over.
He almost had his second wrist untied, but his eyes never left the view between my legs. Slowly I pulled on the dildo and groaned with disappointment when it finally slid out. I tossed it aside and found the salve again, scooped some up and slipped two fingers into my hole, thrusting them in and out.
The sounds that escaped Lindir’s mouth were unlike anything I had ever heard before – a cross between a mewl and a howl.
“Hurry, lover, I’m all ready for you,” I panted, one hand working my cock slowly, my own juices making my hands wonderfully slick, and the other delving deep inside, searching for my pleasure spot. “I want you. How badly do you want me? You must be full to bursting. Come fuck me, lover... I’m waiting.”
He was crazed with lust. The second strap simply would not untie, so he literally ripped it off the post and was on top of me almost before I realized what had happened. With a snarl, he shoved my thighs back and threw my ankles over his shoulders. One long, hard thrust later and he was buried all the way in my backside and immediately pounding in and out.
“Fuck, fuck… oh gods Valar, FUCK.”
He was too far gone to have any idea what he was saying or doing, only caring about that enormous phallus in his body, rubbing against his prostate, and his cock buried in my ass.
I was on the edge – he was wild. I stroked myself fast and furiously while his hard shaft plowed me raw. Gods, it was amazing. We’ve been lovers for years, but there has never been another night to rival that one for sheer lust. In about ten strokes I came furiously, howling, and spurted so hard I thought my spine would burst through my chest. I panted, riding out the waves of orgasm, my rear muscles clenching and unclenching, and that proved to be Lindir’s undoing.
He plunged deeply once, twice, and then screamed. I could feel my muscles stretching and burning around his erection, and then the hot spurt of his seed deep inside me.
Then he collapsed. His overtaxed body had given out, and he fainted.
“Poor baby,” I murmured against the sweat-slicked neck. When my own breathing had slowed, I wriggled out from underneath him and patted his cheek gently. Lindir blinked a few times and came back to me.
“Lie still, beloved,” I said, pushing a clinging tendril of damp hair back from his face. The look he gave me was utterly blank; he was still in a stupor from the tremendous experience.
“Lindir, I’m going to remove the phallus now. Breathe slowly and relax, love.” The words were pointless. I’m not sure he even knew where he was, or who he was at that moment.
I thought removing the dilator would be difficult, but he was utterly relaxed. He whimpered a little, but with less effort than I would have believed, the dildo slid out with a wet pop. His entrance was quite red, but he didn’t seem to have been injured.
I swept all the toys and the salve back into the basket and used a spare towel to wipe down our bodies.
“Rest, love, while I draw a bath for you.” He muttered something unintelligible. I walked gingerly to the bathroom, his seed still trickling from my body, and opened the hot-water tap from the hot springs. While the tub filled, I cleaned up our toys and swiped the remnants of his essence from my tender bottom. I would be sore tomorrow from Lindir’s frenzied lovemaking, but the discomfort I would feel would likely be nothing compared to his.
Back in my bedroom while the water reached a proper level in the tub, I tried to rouse him.
“Lindir…” I shook his shoulder lightly.
“Mmmph,” came the muffled reply.
Carefully, so I didn’t have to move him more than necessary, I wadded up one side of the soiled blanket and then helped him sit up. Once he was up and leaning heavily against me, I jerked on the blanket and the rest of it came off. I left it lying on the floor and pulled down the sheets, making the bed ready for us when we were through bathing.
Lindir’s legs didn’t want to support him, so I carried him to the bath. Somehow I managed to maneuver him into the tub without dropping him. At last he was settled in the warm water between my legs, my thighs supporting his in order to keep his bottom raised, and let his head loll back against my chest. I sang softly to myself as I washed him clean, lathered and rinsed his hair. He dozed against my chest, his breathing slow and peaceful. From his slumber, he whimpered a bit when I ran the soft cloth over his bottom, so I was as careful as I could be.
At length I managed to rouse him enough to get him out of the water so I could dry him off and give his hair a quick, haphazard brushing. It would be a mess in the morning, but what he needed most was sleep, not coiffing, and I didn’t worry about it. Lindir loved for me to comb and brush his hair, so I didn’t think he would especially mind if we left it until later.
I carried him back to bed and lay him down gently, then crawled in next to him and pulled the sheets over us. For a long while I lay beside to my beloved, spooned around his body, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing. Unconsciously, Lindir snuggled into my arms, and I sighed contentedly.
Valar, I love this Elf.
~*~*~ finis ~*~*~
