Three is freedom

BY : Grishnakh
Category: +Third Age > Threesomes/Moresomes
Dragon prints: 770
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings and I make no profit from this story.

Píniel paced uneasily through her chamber. She had summoned them both in a feat of brevity - or madness - and now wondered if they would come. Maybe only one of them would meet her request, or none. She looked towards the bed. It was wide and soft, and mellow candles were lit in every corner, burning lazily and casting careless shadows across the walls. If this would work or not, remained to be seen. A while had passed before the elleth heard a knock on the heavy door, and was startled by it. She paced to the entrance, and on the other side Píniel saw two young faces staring back.

"What is this about, Píniel?" a melodious voice demanded, and azure eyes followed her.

"You wanted to speak with us?..." prince Legolas, the other visitor stepping inside, sounded weary. The day had been spent preparing for the offensive, on paperwork and logistics of the battle at hand.

"I did," Píniel stepped a little back, and leaned against the sole table in the chamber. "Come in." She appeared nervous, her fingers curling into her palms. "Bar the door. Please."

Prince Legolas did as she asked, turning to her with a suspicious look in his sharp eyes.

"Well?" the first speaker came nearer, stepping to the middle of the room, questioning and wary. His eyes were slightly narrowed.

Píniel looked outside the window, where stars already lined the skies. She hesitated, then looked back into azure eyes. "I desire you," she said boldly, and saw the brief astonishment on his face. "I know you can feel it."

Píniel then looked to the prince, who had been silent until then, propped against the door, watching her with an inscrutable light in his eyes. "But I also desire you," the elleth told Legolas, who raised an eyebrow then, in confusion and mild surprise. "And..." she continued after a pause, gathering her courage, "We find ourselves in the midst of war, and I do not know whether we will even survive tomorrow, and, I..." she sighed. "I wanted to..."

Glorfindel came closer, and she lifted her head to look at him. Píniel saw his features broken by that which she knew well by now: raw desire. The two had been stealing looks at each other ever since the Imladris strategist had arrived to assist the Mirkwood regiment, but neither had acted upon what they felt nor spoken of it, not until now. Legolas was partly the reason, but strict military conduct was the other. "You wanted to ... what?..." his voice was gentler, marked by trepidation.

Píniel squirmed inside. His body heat was distracting her. "I wanted to see, if we could all... experience each other, only for tonight," she added quickly. "Who knows what tomorrow brings?"

Glorfindel looked at Legolas. Píniel also met the prince's gaze. He seemed thoughtful for a few heartbeats, before slowly pacing towards Píniel as well. She saw his eyes held the same shadow she had seen in Glorfindel's. Píniel and the prince had held a flame for each other ever since they had been children, but his status - and father - had never allowed for it to flourish into anything more. And now she was in his regiment, and every time they met or looked at each other, their longing was plain to see even though they hid it all behind a cold shoulder and a frosty tone.

"I would have you, I would... I would share you, if it is us. Only us." The Silvan folk had a loose following of the Laws and Customs among the Eldar, to put it mildly, and Legolas, though Sinda by blood like his father, had been raised in their ways.

"Only us," Píniel conceded, her gaze drifting to Glorfindel, who was looking at her with a new gleam in his eye, unfastening his bright gold tresses.

Legolas pulled Píniel to him, and ran his straight nose along the side of her neck. "Are you certain of this, little one?" She was much younger than him. He had been calling her so since their youth.

"Yes..." Píniel closed her eyes. She turned her head, and kissed him on the mouth, deeply and slowly. Píniel then wasted no time and reached to unfasten his suede tunic as their lips hungrily suckled and nipped at each other. This was different from their previous short stolen kisses. It was more incensed, more desperate and hopeless.

Glorfindel watched the younger elves kissing for a time, listening to the sounds they made and watching their bodies grind against each other. Píniel then felt him come close behind her, his arms winding around her waist. She felt him, half-erect, pressing gently into her rear, one of his hands come placed on her hip. Píniel broke the kiss as Legolas also wrapped his arms around her, and so she was trapped between the two of them. Her forehead rested on Legolas' shoulder as Glorfindel leaned in and smiled briefly, looking the prince in the eye. His gaze strayed to Legolas' mouth and he kissed the younger elf, pulling at his lower lip. Their hands were roaming over her body, and Píniel sighed as she felt fingers between her thighs, reaching closer to her warm center. Hands were cupping her breasts through her shirt, and Píniel stifled a moan when she felt rough thumbs circling her soft shapes.

Legolas and Glorfindel were still kissing, their tongues tender and insistently lapping and swirling around each other, and their panting and incessant touch drove her close to insane. Then Píniel felt herself being spun around, as Glorfindel took her in his arms, peppering a trail of open kisses from her neck to her lips, and down again.

Píniel was then again hedged around by steady hands and she was facing the prince. She removed his tunic, trailing her hands over lean muscle and firm skin, down to the seams of his trousers. Her eyes widened with delight at the sight of his erect cock, clearly outlined and trapped by the tightened material. Píniel looked up, staring into bright eyes she knew so very well.

"Do it," Legolas said, and her hands were on him. Píniel slowly unfastened him, saw his head tilt backward and heard his sigh of relief when she released him. She took him in hand, finding him so warm and delicious, and with a sly grin began to stroke his length in slow movements. She smiled at his harsh sigh.

She felt Glorfindel begin to slide down her leggings down from behind, then lifted her arms briefly to remove her shirt. Now she was naked before them. Píniel turned around and took her time undressing Glorfindel. First, his tunic, then his trousers she slid down, and his cock strained out, straight and ready for her. It was perfect - thick and strong, the head a dark rose tint, dripping already with pearly beads of anticipation.

Píniel gaped back at the elf lord with a grin, and slowly went down on her knees before him. She took his shaft in hand and breathed onto the head, feeling a shiver as she ran her other hand down the tensed muscles of his lower abdomen. Her lips placed a slow, tender kiss onto the head. She then began to stroke him, slowly and insistently, listening to what he liked as Glorfindel fisted his hand into her hair and began playing with its softness. Her lips parted and closed around him. Glorfindel moaned in relief as the elleth sucked on him slowly and wantonly, going deeper with every turn. She had always wondered what he would taste like. He was large and goodness he was thick, and she was choking on him, but could not cease tasting the sweet, hard warmth of him.

Legolas watched them and held himself, stroking slowly, the lewd sounds Píniel made as she sucked the other elf and the way she sat in submission causing a thin trickle of liquid to drip from his cock, onto his fingers. He then came nearer and took Glorfindel by the hair, and kissed him again as Píniel continued to suck. She looked up, and felt the heat in her rise as she beheld them, the most beautiful elves she had ever known, tasting each other's lips. She knew there had always been chemistry between them. Yes, this had been a marvelous idea.

"You..." Glorfindel panted between kisses, as Legolas placed a bruising kiss on his neck, "You both are going to kill me again," Glorfindel smiled as he grabbed Legolas by his hair and passionately licked and sucked on the prince's tongue.

Píniel gave one last hard suckle on Glorfindel and, as the prince was close, took his cock in her other hand. She turned her head and ran her lips over the swollen, sensitive head in a tender sweep. The prince moaned and nearly lost his balance, but let her do as she would. Píniel looked up at him and suckled deeper and harder until his breathing became hitched and uneven, and then fastly took Glorfindel in her mouth again. She did this for a while, on her knees, pleasing them in turn.

"Enough of this," Legolas said hoarsely, lifting her to him. He kissed Píniel on the mouth.

She felt another hand reaching around her belly, delving lower. Fingers spread her most intimate place, and gently entered her. She felt a sigh on her shoulder as Glorfindel held her from behind. "Prince, I think she is waiting, and eager," his fingers were slick with her desire. "Are you not, Píniel?"... he licked her shoulder, smiling.

"Y... yes..." Píniel gasped, turning from Legolas and wrapping her arms around Glorfindel. They kissed deeply, and he took her by the waist. Her legs wrapped around him as Glorfindel led her to the bed, and threw her in it before following.

Píniel was on her back, mewling and giggling as his long, unbraided golden hair brushed her skin. She then saw him on his knees before her, his mouth leaving wet warm trails over her belly, moving down her body.

Píniel moaned when his lips and tongue reached her wet opening, and Glorfindel took his time. He had only dreamed of this before, all those nights after catching a glimpse of her on guard. He suckled on her most sensitive spot until Píniel was thrashing against the mattress and begging him for more. He pulled on her pink lips tenderly, kissing them as he would her mouth, savoring her need, his tongue delving deep inside.

Legolas had come and knelt close to the pair engaged on the bed, and straddled Píniel so her head was level with his cock. She took him in her mouth again, licking slowly with luscious lapping sounds as she looked up at him with devotion. Legolas propped his muscled arms against the wooden bedpost and began to move into her mouth slowly, moaning as he did so. "Do you know how many times I've wondered what you feel like?" he asked, increasing his pace into her mouth as Glorfindel kept sucking on her.

Píniel made a muffled sound of desire, relishing the way the two elves she most desired were using her body. After some time they changed position, and it was Glorfindel to push himself past her lips as Legolas delved with his head between her thighs, kissing and teasing her small bud of pleasure. "Pí Píniel..." he sighed against her blond nether curls, and unable to keep away from her any longer he rose on his knees, between her thighs as Píniel sat sprawled onto the bed. He lifted her legs and his hands came under her knees, and slowly he entered her. At first, he watched in fascination as the head of his cock entered her, drawing back, then in again. If felt so good a soft moan escaped him each time. When he could take no more the prince plunged his length, now wet with her desire, deep inside with a long drawn movement, sighing in delight all the way. He was motionless, feeling his cock twitch inside her tightness. With a groan he began to move.

Glorfindel was still fucking her mouth and Píniel flushed even more as she felt Legolas, reached and pressed into Glorfindel's behind, urging him deeper down her throat. She moaned into his cock as she felt Legolas slowly make love to her. Her slickness made his cock slide in and out with utter ease, and she reached her peak of fulfillment twice as his deep thrusts became more erratic.

Legolas moved frantically into her, his pale, unblemished skin glistening with the effort, his muscles taut and tensing with strength. His hair was ruffled in the most appealing of ways, covering a part of his face, stuck to the skin of his neck and shoulders.

She saw Glorfindel rise and get to his feet on the bed, and as the prince took Píniel, Glorfindel came to stand by him and let his cock slip into Legolas' mouth. Taking it in hand Legolas began to suck, fast and raw as he never stopped thrusting into Píniel.

When she came a third time, Legolas rose and went to take her mouth as Glorfindel moved between her thighs, nipping at the sensitive skin. Píniel giggled at first, then gasped as his thick cock sank inside. He moved differently to Legolas, but it was no less agonizingly good. "Not too much for you?" Glorfindel asked, looking to where their bodies were now joined.

"No, no, not too much, never too much... please, more..." the elleth begged between kissing the prince, tilting her hips up.

And so the elf lord made love to her for a long time, laboring over her as Píniel and Legolas kissed sweetly.

They tried many things that night. After getting their first fill of each other and lounging together for respite, Píniel ended trapped between them on her side, Legolas thrusting slowly into her from behind as Glorfindel filled her from the front. She was kissing Glorfindel, his pink tongue sweeping over hers, and Legolas was kissing her shoulder as her moans became louder.

Then Píniel was on her hands and knees on the bed, Legolas hammering her from behind as Glorfindel brought himself into her mouth again, thrusting deeply and wildly. Píniel took him all in, felt him sliding down her throat. His moans were her antidote for tonight.

And then she was forced on her back. Glorfindel had a wicked smile that suited him surprisingly well, and holding her thighs down he lowered his head closer and breathed warmth onto her pink lips.

Píniel sighed harshly, his warm breath against her exposed self the best feeling in the world. But the elf also ran his tongue down her slit, and his tongue slid inside again. He began to kiss her again, and then Píniel closed her eyes. She soon felt something different, and opening them she saw Legolas had taken Glorfindel's place. The two elf lords were licking her in turn, each savoring her inside and out. Different lips, each with their own flavor and pressure and warmth, teasing her wet, flushed slit. One kissed her, then they would kiss each other before the other took a turn on the elleth. They did this until, trembling and spilling over, Píniel begged them to take her again.

At one point Legolas and Glorfindel had taken to making love themselves and were kissing as Glorfindel thrust inside the young prince with measured rhythm. Píniel watched, touching herself, but she could not escape for long, as she was soon drawn into it all again, forced flat on her belly, her rear up, a heavy hand pressing on her back, and she was fucked by them in turn. First Glorfindel, then Legolas and again, again, again, until she felt nothing but delight, wishing it to never end.

Píniel was thrown onto her back at last and Legolas thrust himself in her mouth. "Píniel..." his words failed as fulfillment rushed to his head.

Píniel parted her lips, now red and swollen from the kisses she both received and bestowed, and she felt slickness burst down her throat. Then followed Glorfindel as the prince kissed Píniel, tasting himself on her. She sucked him until the muscles in his belly and rear tensed as weakened and shivering, the elf lord spilled into her mouth.

Later, the three of them were worn and splayed onto the bed, embraced, limbs tangled over each other, kissing tenderly.

"Now... let us see what dawn brings," Glorfindel said thoughtfully, his face still flushed from the effort as his hands slid along her skin.

Píniel placed a finger to his lips as she kissed Legolas, who held her from behind. When she broke away she leaned to kiss Glorfindel, and spoke. "But we face it all together."

Legolas wound his arms around Píniel, looking at Glorfindel who did the same. "Together."

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