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On the Re-Bound	By : kathmco Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1798 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-On the Re-Bound
- 2-End of Chapter 1
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Title: On the Re-bound

Author: Emmess

Rating: NC17

Genre: LOTR, Bondage, Non-Con, Slash

Summery: Rumil travels to Mirkwood as an emissary, only to find Legolas waiting…to take his revenge. Sequel to "Bound for an Apology."

Disclaimer: I own nothing that anyone could possibly believe might be of value to anyone.
Pairings: Rumil/Legolas

On the Re-bound

Springtime blossomed all around them as the small group of travelers made their way slowly across the plains of The Brown Lands, after crossing the Anduin River. The waist high grass, still in its new coat of green, bent in the gentle breeze, brushing their horses bellies as they moved at a leisurely pace.
"How much longer before we reach Mirkwood, Haldir?" Rumil asked for the millionth time since they had embarked on their journey. At least, it had seemed like a million times to Haldir, who was quickly losing patience with his youngest brother.
"Will you kindly stop asking me that? I told you just an hour ago
that it would likely be a couple of days. The answer is still 'a couple of days,' and will remain 'a couple of days,' until tomorrow, when it will most likely change to 'one more day,' so please do not ask me again!" Haldir answered tersely, giving Rumil an irritated look. "Surely you are not worried that the Prince is still annoyed with you because of your impudence at the border, are you? I am certain he has much better things to do than hold a grudge against the lowly guardian of another realm, Rumil."
Rumil nodded at his brother, but privately thought that Haldir would be shocked if he knew just how far Rumil's impudence had gone when Legolas had visited Caras Galadhon the previous winter. He almost smiled, recalling the night he had ambushed the Prince in his own talan, binding him hand and foot before ravishing his sweet, pale body. Rumil felt his Elfhood rise in his leggings as he remembered how Legolas' anger had turned to cries of passion under Rumil's ministrations. Just as quickly, his Elfhood deflated again as Rumil recalled Legolas' parting words to him…that Rumil's punishment for his crimes would await him in Mirkwood. That had been right after Legolas had requested of Haldir that Rumil be allowed to accompany the March Warden on their present journey…to gain experience. Just what type of experience Legolas had in mind was what was keeping Rumil's nerves on edge.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the travelers made camp near a trickling stream, bedding down without the benefit of a fire. This early in spring the night air still had a bite to it, and Rumil pulled his blanket closer around his long frame, wishing he could sleep. His thoughts, no matter how hard he tried to think of something else, always wandered back to the golden haired Prince of Mirkwood. His exquisite features were etched in Rumil's mind clearly - his fine boned, ivory complexion, blue eyes that rivaled the sky on a cloudless day framed by softly arched brows a shade or two darker than his glorious flaxen hair…smooth skin covering firm muscles…and that thick, dripping rod…
Softly swearing, Rumil rose silently from his spot on the ground, taking his blanket with him, and walked swiftly away from the sleeping Elves to the far side of the horses. There, he reached inside his leggings, keeping the blanket wrapped around his shoulders to hide his actions from prying eyes, pulled out his Elfhood and began stroking himself. He thought of how sweet Legolas' lips had tasted, and how hard and hot his shaft had been in Rumil's mouth. Recalling the tight fit of his organ in Legolas' silken channel, Rumil's fist pumped his Elfhood faster, his cheeks clenching. His final thought of the liquid heat of Legolas' seed spilling over Rumil's hand as Rumil had emptied himself inside of the Prince's body earned him a silent, shuddering climax.
He leaned for a moment against one of the horses, wiping his hand on his blanket, then made his way back to his sleeping place to pass the rest of the night. Lying back down, just before sleep finally glazed his eyes, he wondered if Legolas ever took himself in hand, and did he ever think of that night while he stroked himself if he did?
Somehow, Rumil doubted it.

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Legolas sat on the edge of the tub, his eyes closed, his fist wrapped firmly around his turgid length, stroking, while his other hand gently squeezed the swollen sac below it. A soft moan escaped his lips as he felt his climax boil up, his seed spurting into the perfumed waters from which he had so recently risen.
Having heard earlier that morning that Mirkwood scouts had reported seeing a small band of travelers approaching the Mirkwood borders from the direction of Lorien, Legolas had been reminded of his night with Rumil with startling clarity…and a resurgence of both anger and passion. It was a heady mix, and Legolas was at odds with his own feelings. He found that he was still very angry with the Lorien guardian who had so brazenly attacked and devoured him that night in the guest talan assigned to Legolas, but also, he found that his Elfhood would not stop rising when he thought about it. Twice he had had to take himself in hand since he had heard the news, and that was two times too many, as far as the Prince was concerned.
What was it about the silver haired guardian that drove Legolas to distraction? True, Legolas' own behavior had, in part, been to blame for Rumil's actions that night - as well as the vast quantity of wine Rumil had consumed - but it still did not excuse the end result. So why was it that instead of being simply furious with the Silvan, Legolas was also running about his father's Hall with his Elfhood in a perpetual upright position?
Irritably, Legolas struggled into his clothing, his skin still damp from both the bath and his orgasm. He rang a small silver bell to notify the servants that he was finished with his bath, and strode out into the main room of his suite, a frown still gracing his lovely face. The servants took one look at the Prince and skirted him, hoping not to attract the Prince's attention as they scurried to clean the bath.
Sitting at the small dressing table in his bedroom, Legolas quickly braided his hair into warrior knots with practiced hands. Still thinking of Rumil, Legolas had to admit that the Silvan was easy on the eyes. More than that…Legolas had to concede that Rumil was a fine specimen of Elf…tall, broad-shouldered, narrow waisted, long legged, and, oh…all that lovely, flowing, silver hair! Mentally, Legolas' eyes traveled down Rumil's naked body, picturing his strong chest with its rose-colored nipples, his abdomen chiseled from his training as a guardian, and finally, his thick tool rising from the nest of silver curls between his legs…
Shaking his head to clear it of those thoughts, Legolas made a disgusted noise in his throat as he felt himself becoming aroused again. He stoically ignored it this time, instead finishing his hair, and adjusting himself before leaving his room.
If it were true that the oncoming party was from Lorien, and if Haldir's youngest brother traveled with them, then Legolas had a bit of planning to do. He had not forgotten his promise to mete out Rumil's punishment upon the Elf's arrival in Mirkwood, and he planned on it being an educational experience for the young Silvan, and a thoroughly enjoyable one for himself.

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The trees of the Mirkwood Forest loomed closer with each step the horses took, and Rumil found himself reining in his mount, falling to the rear of the group. He didn't miss Haldir's narrowed eyes as his older brother cast him a look that told him he was being foolish again, and to hurry up, yet Rumil continued to lag behind.
He was nervous…and with good reason. He just didn't know what to expect. Would the Mirkwood guardians be under orders to shackle him on sight? Would Legolas wait until Rumil was within the Great Cavern itself before striking? Would it be today? Tomorrow? Would it be at all?
Rumil would not admit to himself that, as worried and nervous as he was the last option was the one that bothered him the most. He wouldn't mind if Legolas had forgotten his promise of punishment, but he would mind it greatly if Legolas had forgotten him.
He wanted to believe that he had left an indelible mark upon the Prince of Mirkwood…that his rough, although thoroughly satisfying, treatment of the royal beauty kept Legolas up at night as it did Rumil.
As the parties' horses first broached the outer line of hardwood trees, Rumil felt a fine line of sweat break out across his brow. He nearly panicked, knowing that to show his fear would be tantamount to agreeing with Legolas' assertion that Rumil was an inexperienced fledging of a guardian, rather than the competent one Rumil knew himself to be, and that would reflect badly on his elder brother's leadership - a totally unacceptable outcome. And so, swallowing his fear, he forced his features into a mask of a wary, yet confident, almost haughty expression, and egged his horse on a bit, closing the distance between himself and the other riders.
Shortly after entering the forest, where, Rumil would soon learn, it was eternally twilight because of the thickness of the trees' canopy, Haldir silently held up his hand, halting the small company of Lorien Galadhrim. Following his line of sight, Rumil saw several Mirkwood guardians in the trees, blending to near invisibility among the thick latticework of the leaves. Rumil saw the arrows pointed in their direction from the limbs of the trees and had to remind himself that the Lorien guardians welcomed travelers in the same fashion.
One lone guardian dropped effortlessly from the bough of a huge old oak, directly in front of Haldir. "Who are you, and what business have you in Mirkwood?" the guardian asked, although he knew Haldir from his previous visits.
"I am Haldir, Captain of the Galadhrim of Lothlorien, here on official business from the Silver Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood," Haldir answered formally.
"You are expected, Haldir of Lorien. Follow us." Silently, more guardians dropped from the trees all around them, many more than Rumil had originally thought. "They are good," he admitted to himself, eyeing the silent golden haired warriors. At a signal from their leader, arrows were withdrawn, although the party remained surrounded. They began moving at a quick pace through the forest, leading Haldir's party toward King Thranduil's Great Cavern.
Nervously, Rumil cast sideways glances at the Mirkwood guardians on either side of him, but the pale faces of the warriors gave no indication that they either recognized him, or were under orders to do anything other than simply escort the party safely through the forest.
He realized that if Legolas had anything planned for him by way of surprise, as Rumil had surprised him back in Lorien on that fateful night, it would not be until after he reached the Great Cavern.
Suddenly a new thought burst into Rumil's brain. What if Legolas had told his father of what had happened? What if Thranduil himself was aware that this pup of a guardian had forced his son, a Prince, to submit to him? What if his punishment was not to be meted out privately by Legolas, but rather made a public spectacle in the court of the King?
Once again, Rumil's brow threatened to bead with sweat, and it was only by a supreme effort of will that he maintained his indifferent expression and controlled the shiver that ran down his spine.
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Haldir's party entered the Great Cavern of Mirkwood silently. Although the beauty of the cavern was striking, none of the warriors from Lorien gave any indication that they were impressed by its magnificence. Rather, they looked straight ahead, ignoring the curious stares of the Mirkwood Elves who stopped their activities to watch the travelers walk toward the King's throne room. Propriety demanded such aloofness, and although Rumil had never before had the opportunity to practice it, he was so completely consumed by his worries about Legolas' plans that he truthfully didn't notice anything or anyone else.
Entering the throne room, the Mirkwood guardians fell to the side, allowing the Lorien party to walk up the aisle led only by the Mirkwood Guardians' leader. Reaching the head of the aisle, Haldir and his party bowed low and respectfully before King Thranduil, their fists to their chests in salute. Only after being greeted and welcomed to the Great Cavern of Mirkwood, did they rise and Rumil get the opportunity to take in the sight of the King of the Wood-elves.
A small smile of welcome graced Thranduil's lips, the resemblance between him and his son most striking. His thick, velvet robes hung well in rich folds on his frame, his mithril crown gleaming no more brightly than his golden hair.
It was only his lifetime of training and his fear of embarrassing his brother that kept Rumil's eyes on the King instead of wandering to the figure who stood slightly behind Thranduil's right hand - his son, Prince Legolas. Through Rumil's peripheral vision, he could see that Legolas was looking at Haldir, not Rumil, and that the Prince not only gave no indication that he had been waiting for Rumil…he gave no indication that he even recognized Rumil at all.

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Ignoring Rumil completely was the worst thing Legolas could possibly have done to the proud young Silvan…and Legolas knew it. To greet Rumil with less interest than he would greet a mouse caught scurrying through the Hall would infuriate the Lorien Guardian, perhaps get him thinking that Legolas didn't even remember him at all. It was exactly the way Legolas wanted him - angry and lured into a false sense of security. It would make what Legolas had planned for Rumil all the more sweet.
"Welcome to Mirkwood once again, Haldir," Legolas' father was saying to the Captain of the Lorien Galadhrim. "It has been far too long since you have graced our Hall."
"I thank you, Your Majesty. It has been too long, indeed. I come with tidings from the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood."
"Of course, Haldir. First, please, let me offer you the hospitality of our Cavern, since you must be weary after your travels. We will speak later," Thranduil replied, waving his hand at a servant who stood nearby to lead the visitors to the rooms that they would have use of during their stay.
Bowing again to the King of Mirkwood, still not quite looking at Legolas, Rumil followed his brother and the others out of the Throne Room.
Legolas watched the retreating back of the young silver-haired Silvan, noting with satisfaction the tense set of his shoulders. He was angry, which made Legolas smile.
Still smiling, he bowed to his father and left through another door, thinking to finalize the plans he had set in motion.

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Alone in his room, Rumil lay on the bed, frustrated and angry because of all the sleepless nights of anticipation and worry he had wasted. The golden Prince did not even seem to remember him at all! Was the Prince so jaded that he could so easily forget being bound and ravaged? Had Rumil's efforts been so ineffective that they were not worthy of memory? The more Rumil thought about it, the angrier he became. His fists pounded the sides of the mattress in frustration, since it was all he had been able to think about for months.
A knock at the door startled him, and he bounded off the bed, on guard, before answering. It was only Haldir, poking his head in the room to inform Rumil that dinner awaited them in the feasting Hall.
Not hungry in the slightest, but knowing better than to insult his host on his first night in Mirkwood, Rumil joined his brother and the others and walked to the Feasting Hall.
A bountiful spread had been laid out for them, the Galadhrim eagerly partaking of the rich food and fine, red wine. Laughing and chewing at the same time, only Rumil sat quietly, picking at his plate. He tasted neither the food nor the wine, eating only as much as necessary to keep from offending.
His eye caught a flash of gold near the door, and he swallowed his gall as he watched Legolas glide into the room. The Prince went directly to Haldir, passing Rumil without so much as a glance, adding to the young Silvan's bitterness.
"Haldir! It is good to see you again! How fares Lorien?" Legolas asked Rumil's oldest brother, taking a seat next to him.
"Fine, Legolas. I had forgotten how beautiful the Cavern is…and how wonderful the vineyards are! Will you join me for a drink?" Haldir asked, already having had a few glasses himself. He reached to pour Legolas a goblet of wine, but the golden haired Elf politely declined.
"I'm afraid I have business to attend to, Haldir…but I am sure we will have another opportunity to raise a glass while you are here."
Legolas, rose, still not acknowledging Rumil, and gracefully exited the Feasting Hall, what little appetite Rumil had leaving with him.
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As soon as politely able, Rumil left the Feasting Hall and wandered back to his own room. Shedding his clothing, he crawled between the clean, crisp white sheets, blew out the candle on his nightstand, and stared at the ceiling in the dark.
His last thoughts, before sleep claimed him, were of Legolas, sitting next to Haldir in the Feasting Hall, laughing that charming, warming laugh of his while his flaxen hair glimmered the light of the torches. Exhausted more emotionally than physically, Rumil fell into a deep sleep in the quiet darkness of his room.
It was only the rough hands forcing first a gag between his teeth, and then a blindfold over his eyes, while additional hands held his limbs immobile that woke him.
He felt himself lifted bodily from the bed, his legs and arms bound so tightly that he could no more than thrash his midsection futilely. He was carried for what seemed to him a long while, the feel of the chill of the night air against his bare skin making him realize that he was being taken outside of the Cavern. An occasion brush of a stiff twig and leaves told him he was being carried into the forest itself, which caused a pang of panic to grip his heart. Certainly Legolas was behind this, but what could the Elf be thinking to do to him that he needed to be transported into the depths of the Mirkwood Forest where there was no chance of anyone overhearing a cry for help? For the first time since leaving Lorien, Rumil feared for his life. There was no telling what the angry Prince, who had had so much time to plan out his revenge, would deem necessary to punish Rumil.
Was kinslaying outside the realm of possibility?
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Legolas waited alone in the clearing he had chosen for his sport, near a small fire he had kindled, still dressed in the fine robes he had worn earlier to dinner. His keen ears picked up the sounds of his guards carrying their burden through the brush, and a small smile tickled at his lips.
The two Mirkwood warriors broke through the bushes, carrying Rumil, bound and gagged, between them. These two were Legolas' most trusted guardians - the two he most valued for their loyalty and silence. He knew they would say nothing of the night's activities.
According to Legolas' previous instructions, one held Rumil upright between two strong young trees while the other firmly and roughly tied his arms outstretched between them. They repeated the process with his legs, so that Rumil stood alone, spread-eagled between the two trees, still gagged and blindfolded, and completely vulnerable.
Bowing to their Prince, the guardians left silently, leaving Legolas to his prisoner. They knew only that the Lorien Guardian was to be punished for some transgression he had committed against the Prince during his stay in Caras Galadhon, and that was all they needed to know. Although they were certain he deserved whatever Legolas planned to mete out, they had no wish to stay and watch the young Silvan's pain.
As soon as his guards were out of sight, Legolas quickly divested himself of his tunic, leggings and boots, standing nude in the soft flickering light of the fire.
He finally allowed himself the pleasure of looking at Rumil, his eyes traveling slowly up and down the straining form, as the Silvan thrashed between the two trees. It had been most difficult to keep himself from watching Rumil when the Lorien party had arrived in the throne room, and even more so when Legolas had spent those few moments with them in the feasting hall. Now, however, he was free to take all the time he wanted to contemplate Rumil's glorious body, and he indulged himself fully.
Just as he had remembered him, Rumil's physique was flawless, sculpted, and strong. His long, silky silver hair swayed in a curtain all around him, at times even shielding his face, as he continued to thrash against his bonds, his bulging arm and leg muscles fighting the ropes that held him immobile. Letting his eyes drift lower, they settled for a long moment on the Silvan's flaccid Elfhood, also swaying with his struggles, bouncing back and forth between his outstretched, milky thighs. Legolas felt his own Elfhood rise, and he could not help but touch himself, stoking it slowly in anticipation of what was to come.
When he was certain enough time had passed for his guards to be safely out of the wood and back to the Cavern, Legolas finally spoke.
"Now who is caught unawares, Guardian?" Legolas said, the sound of his voice causing Rumil to freeze in his bonds. "Did you think I had forgotten you and the promise I made you? Not likely…I have been planning this moment since you left my talan that night in Lorien."
Rumil spat a stream of curses at the Prince, none of which made it past the gag in his mouth. Still, just the sound of the Prince's velvet voice was enough to make his Elfhood bob, blood engorging it to its full height.
"I see you haven't forgotten me, either…" Legolas laughed softly. He approached the shuddering form of the angry Silvan, reaching out to touch the tip of his finger to Rumil's reddened erection. Rumil growled furiously behind his gag, which only made Legolas laugh again. "Tut, tut…surely you know that you deserve this…after the crimes you committed against me in Caras Galadhon…" Legolas murmured, rubbing himself against the silver Elf. "I promise you this, Rumil…before we are through you will beg me for mercy…beg me to release you…and when it is over, you will thank me."
Rumil gathered his strength and bucked fiercely at the form he felt rubbing up against him, knocking Legolas away. He felt the hard sting of Legolas' hand against his cheek, as the Prince backhanded him, rocking his head on his neck, cursing him for trying Legolas' patience.
"I see you are still the same arrogant pup you were this past winter! Let me show you how we train errant pups here in Mirkwood!" Legolas hissed.
Rumil's flesh jumped when he felt the first stroke of leather against his buttocks. He kept silent, biting down hard on the gag to keep from yelping each time Legolas delivered another blow.
Legolas kept his eyes glued to the firm cheeks of the Galadhrim, watching them twitch and turn pink from the cat-o-nine tails he was using with finesse - not hard enough to raise welts, yet hard enough for Rumil to know he meant business. His own shaft began to weep at the sight of the Rumil's ass quivering with each stroke, and after only a few such strikes, Legolas dropped the whip, opting instead to use the palm of his own hand to continue the beating. After each hard smack, he cupped and kneaded the firm flesh, and smiled to himself as Rumil's rear began to back into his touch.
By force of will, Legolas left Rumil's hindquarters, walking around to face his prisoner. "We shall not have any further unpleasantness, I trust?" He whispered, his hands finding Rumil's nipples, twisting them roughly between his forefingers and thumbs. "Or would you rather be introduced to my white knives? They are incredibly sharp and will cut you so finely that they will not even draw blood, but the pain will be most remarkable when you attempt to sit down over the next week or so…"

Paling, Rumil shook his head, breathing hard. He wanted no passing acquaintance with the knives Legolas spoke of…he had seen them in Caras Galadhon and they looked wicked. Actually, what Rumil did want was for Legolas to finish 'teaching him his lesson,' and get on with seducing him. He wanted to feel the Prince's full, hot lips wrap themselves around Rumil's throbbing erection.
Legolas, however, was not through - not by a long shot.
The Prince walked quickly to the fire, scanning over the items piled there before selecting a couple of them. Walking back over to Rumil, he dropped a small bottle on the ground before he removed the blindfold, so that he could look into the Silvan's lovely gray eyes.
"I am going to remove your gag, now, pup," he said, untying the knots and removing the piece of leather from between Rumil's teeth, taking care not to let his fingers get too close...he wouldn't put it past the Guardian to bite.
"When I get free I am going to take that whip and shove it so far up your ass that you'll taste leather for a month!" Rumil hissed, baring his teeth at Legolas.
"By the time you get free, you will have been reduced to a quivering pile of jelly, you insolent Elfling!" Legolas laughed, running his hand over the broad muscles of Rumil's chest. He held the object he had picked up from near the fire before Rumil's eyes. Legolas smiled as those silvery gray orbs grew large and round at the sight of what he held before them.
"Ever seen anything like this, before, Rumil? I had it made by one of our best carvers…had to pay dearly for his silence, as well as his skill. I think it was worth it though…remarkable likeness, don't you think?" Legolas said, turning the wooden replica of an Elfhood in his hand. The thick wooden carving as nearly twelve inches in length, and at least three fingers wide…it looked to Rumil as if it could do some serious damage, and he prayed Legolas wasn't going to use it for the purpose Rumil feared.
Rumil's fears were confirmed however, and a shiver ran down his back as he watched Legolas uncork the small bottle of oil he picked up from the ground, and pour the viscous, perfumed liquid over the wooden phallus. Rumil began to shake when Legolas walked around to stand behind him and he felt a dribble of the warmed liquid slide down between his cheeks. He gasped when he felt the Prince's finger slip between them, following the path of the oil, lightly rubbing against Rumil's opening before plunging into his sheathe. Rumil threw his head back as Legolas violated him, his buttocks clenching around the Prince's finger, his hips bucking backward into Legolas' hand.
Almost unable to continue with his plans, wanting desperately to replace his finger with his own Elfhood, Legolas removed his digit from Rumil's tight channel, and stood back for a few moments, collecting himself. He had waited too long, and had made too many preparations to end this encounter so swiftly.

When he once again had himself under control, Legolas crouched down on his haunches, looking up at the glistening twin globes before him, and at Rumil's fuzzy, swollen sac hanging between his outstretched legs. Spreading his cheeks with the fingers of one hand, Legolas carefully, slowly inserted the head of the wooden phallus into the tightly ringed entry of the Guardian's channel, pushing past the clenching muscle. Rumil's moan of surprise and discomfort served to wring droplets of precum from Legolas' own shaft as much as the sight of the wooden carving disappearing between Rumil's cheeks did.
Pushing the phallus deeper within Rumil's channel, Legolas reached to cup the Silvan's sac with his other hand, rolling the two small pebbles within it together in his palm. Rumil's moans grew louder, his hips bucking now, oblivious to the discomfort of the foreign object inserted deeply within him, conscious only of that warm hand massaging his delicate sac.
Legolas felt Rumil's pouch harden further in his palm, and realized that the Guardian's release was imminent. Quickly, he dropped his hand and removed the carving in one quick movement, leaving Rumil groaning in agony as he missed reaching his peak by mere moments.
"For Eru's sake, Legolas…end this!" Rumil cried when he could find his voice. "I did not suffer you this way…I gave you release!"
"As shall I, Silvan, as shall I…but not yet," Legolas laughed softly. "I do not believe you have been punished for your transgressions appropriately yet."
"Please…untie me…I want to feel you…taste you…"
"Oh, no, my pet…that would not do at all! What you want is of no consequence…I am in charge now, and I alone will remain in charge this night!" Legolas muttered, leaning forward to take one of Rumil's hardened nubs into his mouth, rolling the tiny nipple with his tongue. He felt Rumil's weeping erection dance with his own, and sighed into Rumil's chest.
"Alas, I cannot hold back much longer, Rumil…I had so many other things planned for you, but you drive me to the brink already," Legolas confessed, his hands sliding up and down the muscles of Rumil's belly and chest.
Again Legolas walked around to stand behind Rumil. This time, Rumil was not leery of the consequences, and lifted his rear to provide better access for the Prince.
He was not disappointed as mere moments later Legolas slid his entire length into Rumil's hot channel, moaning loudly as the silken walls gripped him fiercely, squeezing his organ unmercifully.
Slamming into the Lorien Guardian, rocking the tethered Silvan's body against his bonds, Legolas reached around Rumil's hips and grabbed the profusing weeping shaft of the younger Elf in his fist, pumping it in time with his thrusts.
Screaming Rumil's name, Legolas came hard, shooting his seed deep within the other Elf's channel, as Rumil himself called out for the Prince as his own organ exploded over Legolas' fist.
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