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On Human Loving	By : alpham31 Category: +Third Age > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3968 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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On Human Loving

It was a cold winter evening, and a fire roared in the hearth of his suite of rooms, on the last floor of the Greenwood fortress. The wine was rich and heady, and his body felt relaxed, strangely at peace for one who had just returned from a patrol. It had been hard, yet they had all survived, physically if not psychologically whole.

He had bathed and dressed scantily, for he would soon sleep, tired as he was from his recent exertions, and yet his mind surprised him then, for instead of turning to crisp white sheets, the smell of pine and spruce and heavy bedding weighing down comfortingly upon his weary body, it leapt suddenly to even more pleasurable pursuits, casting itself back to his years of shameless promiscuity and his many and vivid memories with countless lovers of the most envious backgrounds and origins. It had been a time in which he had earned himself a veritable reputation as an insatiable and most creative lover, a reputation he was proud to have retained through the years, or so he was told.

One day, specifically, stood out now – not above the rest, but that had made itself memorable for the events that took place that spring evening, on the outskirts of the waterside city of Laketown, events that would broaden his sexual horizon, so to speak, show him an alternative route to pleasure that he would, in the years to come, exploit to the fullest and delight his satisfied lovers with techniques that only the bravest would dare to implement.

Off duty, and free to roam at will, the young lieutenant determined to camp in the wilds in solitude, on a quest to find peace of mind and regain his balance after a spurt of intense fighting.

He had been travelling for two days, and now found himself in a quiet area, safe from orcs, wargs and other such dangers. Yet little did he know, that there were other perils stalking these lands, for men roamed them – mortals with an appetite for pleasure that was equal only to his own; Legolas, Prince of the Greenwood, was about to receive a crash course in human sexuality, one that would drive him to the very threshold of his considerable, elven endurance.

It was a pleasantly warm evening, and his fire danced merrily in the early evening breeze, the bright yellow flames contrasting starkly with the dark blue hue that twilight had cast over the trees. Breathing deeply, he smiled conservatively, strangely at ease, relaxed and at peace, just what he had intended; his plan was, so far, a most pleasing success.

Reclining back against the welcoming bark at his back, he stretched his long, muscled legs before him, crossing them at the ankles as he pillowed his head with the palms of his hands - the tantalizing aroma of roasting hare setting his stomach to grumbling.

His eyes slid shut as he turned his senses to the forest around him. The trees hummed their rich, deep melodies, contented mostly, with the life they led, welcoming of he who now walked amongst them. He heard the winged ones as they sung of their love, their desires, rebuked their rivals and taught their young – he listened to the furry ones as they skittered here and there, squeaking and squealing as they frolicked and played, and Legolas smiled, for nature was as it should be – vibrant and mischievous.

And then, a warning came to him, for humans were approaching.

His eyes flew open as he gathered his legs beneath him and stood, bow now in his hand as he waited for his visitors to appear. He was not overly concerned, for relations with Laketown were thriving; there was no enmity between mortals and elves here, save for what envy and superstition could muster, yet it would not hurt to be cautious, and so his eyes peered into the tree line ahead, waiting for the group to appear.

And sure enough, before long, a group of hunters took shape in the distance, their silhouettes slowly becoming more defined to Legolas’ unusually sharp eyes. There were four of them, all carrying bows and cloth satchels upon their shoulders. Their attire, although travel-worn and functional, was by no means that of a beggar, for they wore leather of the finest quality, and their boots were well-crafted; these were the sons of lords, he thought then, hunting for pleasure, not necessity.

He stood still, weapons in hand, making sure not to appear too aggressive; he did not want a confrontation with them, but he would show them his caution - this he had learnt well over the years, thanks to his tutors and a few, painful lessons.

Emerging from the tree line, Girion stopped dead in his tracks as he caught sight of an elf, standing stock still on the other side of the glade. His companions looked to him questioningly, wondering why he had stopped so suddenly, until, following his line of sight, they too, spotted the elf, poised as a marble statue, a mighty bow hanging at his side, an arrow loosely notched.

Girion had, at first, thought him a hunter, but one quick perusal of the elf’s form told him that this was not so, for hunters were slim and lithe, and this one was as tall as he was corpulent, no, not a hunter – at least not of prey for the high table, but of orcs and wargs, Uruks and the likes - a warrior, then.

However, they were still some distance away, and so Girion, as their leader, held his hands out to the side as he took the lead, approaching carefully, watching the elf for any sign of animosity. He saw none, and so he led them forward until the group were just beyond blade reach.

“Greetings, master elf. I am Girion, and these are my companions, Brice, Cadman and Eadward, “he said, gesturing to each one as he did so. “May we know your name, Friend?” asked Girion tentatively.

Now, Legolas confirmed his previous suppositions, for this man spoke with confidence and education - he had been taught the ways of protocol, and now that they were closer, he could see a golden ring upon the man’s finger and Legolas began to relax his posture a little.

“I, am Greenleaf,” he said, just as confidently as he continued to study the four figures before him. “You are hunting,” he stated as he watched the man’s eyes for the truth in the words he would answer with.

“Aye, today is a festivity in the Laketown, and we four friends have taken to the wilds for a little fun. Ah, eh, Greenleaf, your hare is ….,” he said, gesturing to the sizzling carcass over the fire.

“Ah, yes,” he said, moving for the first time to unhook the meat from its frame over the fire.

“Will you join me then?” he drawled as he gestured to the hearth.

The air around them relaxed of a sudden and the four humans sunk down before the fire, each nodding at their host, as one of them produced the results of their own morning efforts, six skinned hares, which were promptly spitted on Legolas’ cooking frame.

Brice, a tall and rather handsome looking fellow, produced a skin and placed it before the fire to warm, smiling at the elf as he did so, for he was lovely to look at, thought Brice, nay not lovely, downright sinful. He could not see his body, covered as it was in cloth of the finest weave, but his face was beyond handsome – it was heart-breakingly beautiful, and he wondered if his companions were thinking the same – ‘of course they are’, he decided, for a lusty band of friends they were.

Indeed Brice continued to watched their host as he adjusted the hares over the fire, his vambraces peeking out from under the rich green velvet of his tunic. They were most ornate, leather with golden inlaying of twisting, swirling roots and leaves. A golden band sat on his index finger, similar to the one his friend Girion wore. Was he married? he wondered, for a ring like that could mean only two things in Human society – it was either a wedding band, or a ring of office. No ordinary hunter then, – not that he had thought that for one minute mind you, for the elf exuded power somehow, although he knew not how he had come to that conclusion, for Greenleaf had uttered but a few, scant words to them.

Eadward now, was the youngest member of the group, less experienced, and as a result, less able to control his now, raging erection. Brice watched him from the corner of his eye. The poor man was uncomfortable, for one hand was placed strategically over his groin, in a futile effort to mask his state of readiness from the obviously observant elf. Resisting the urge to snicker, Brice turned his humored eyes on their leader, Girion, who was now exchanging pleasantries with the elf.

“You too, are hunting then, Greenleaf?”

“Aye, in search of a little peace here in the forests. You are all from Laketown, then?” he asked them all; he would ask the questions for now, until he was sure he could relax.

“Just so,” began Cadman, understanding the elf’s tactics immediately, and deciding to indulge him. “We are free from our duties for two days and thought to celebrate together, for we have been friends for many years, I and this troupe of noble ruffians,” he said with a flourish, gaining the first chuckles of mirth, and the tension relaxed just a little more, except for Eadward, who was still blushing furiously.

“And what is it that you celebrate?” asked Legolas a he accepted a cup of wine from Girion with a humble nod.

“Ah, now, today is a most interesting day, for we celebrate – love,” said Girion, observing his host from over the brim of his cup.

“Love -,” he repeated, waiting for the human to elaborate as his eyes strayed to the youngest member of their group, Eadward was it? Yes, now – he seemed overly timid to Legolas’ trained eyes, eyes that did not miss the colour in his cheeks, and the strange way he held his hand over his knee, his slightly accelerated breathing. He was uncomfortable for sure, but why? he wondered.

Brice was a different matter, for he seemed bold, confident, second only to Girion in his leadership of that small band of human friends.

Cadman, now, seemed simply embarrassed, yet he did not seem overly young - or particularly unsure of himself –nay, there was something about him that Legolas had yet to infer.

As he caught Brice’s eyes, he realized he had been watching him with a faint smirk on his full lips, and then it suddenly occurred to him – that is what he had seen in Eadward – lust, desire – the boy fancied him. Well! That made two out of the four, which left only Girion and Cadman – Legolas was, by now, more than a little curious.

Girion poured them all another glass as he set out to explain to the elf how humans celebrated their day of love. He had sensed the covert glances and smiles of his friends, glad that they were of like mind to him, as he knew they would be – for if they could trap this elf in their snare, have him – it would be there finest conquest, for he was glorious, and – they had never had an elven lover before…

“Well you see, Greenleaf, some, will celebrate with their bonded, as a family affair shall we say, and others, such as ourselves who are free of oaths, will celebrate by – eh, taking pleasure in one another – I hope I do not offend, my friend,” he said sincerely, and Legolas was not fooled – this human was testing his limits – we was not embarrassed at all, he was – playing.

“Nay,” smirked Legolas, “not at all, for we of the Greenwood are well-versed in the practice, we call it ‘Carnal Delight’,” he said, smirking even more as Eadward blushed even more furiously and Brice giggled most saucily, as Cadman cleared his throat suspiciously.

“Oh, tell us more!” exclaimed Brice, his own smoldering eyes now boring into the lovely blue gems of their elven host.

“Well, I too, hope not to offend, my friends, but I admit to having – but a cursory knowledge of human custom in the arts of love…” he said, an open challenge shining in his eyes now.

“We would be honored to teach you, my friend,” drawled Girion, the connotations of his words unmistakable, for he had not been subtle at all, of course neither had Legolas – it was a game of rhetoric that set the tension to rising once more, although now, it was tension of a different kind, for the prince’s loins began to tingle and the shameless flirting began in earnest.

“Well, we of the Greenwood do not distinguish between male and female, in that pleasure can be had of both – now I know this is not unheard of in your culture, but to what extent is that considered – appropriate?” he asked, his tone one of academic interest and debate, his eyes trained on Eadward, who met those of this wondrous male tentatively, before attempting to answer, with mixed success, smirked Girion to himself.

“I, eh, well, it is – accepted, certainly, yet not entirely – it is – ah, it is considered a past time of the rich, debauched lords if you will…”

“Um.. and what say you, my friends?” asked Legolas, as he leant back against the tree most seductively, and took a long swig of his wine.

“I for one say they know not what they miss!” exclaimed Brice. It was Cadman who was the next to give his opinion.

“I have never done it with a male, I will confess – I believe I am simply a lover of females, however it does not disgust me,” he conceded.

Girion laughed then, for indeed his friend had never indulged with a male. “That is because you have never been suitably tempted, my friend – once you try it, you will be hooked, I tell you!”

“And you, Girion? Does it disgust you to watch males taking pleasure together?” asked Legolas, his eyes roving down the human’s form tantalizingly.

“Me? Nay! It ignites me,” he roared passionately, as the others jeered at his wanton comment.

“Girion here, is a naughty one,” said Cadman, yet it seemed to Legolas that they all were, for the conversation had turned decidedly lustful, and not a little kinky, and the prince found himself avid to learn, to receive instruction from this unlikely band of friends and lovers, yet little did he know just how much he would learn – not only on human loving, but of his own frontiers – or lack thereof…

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And thus it began. However, if Legolas thought that this would be an orgy between five consenting adults, consisting in the usual give, take and suck, he was sorely mistaken, for Girion surprised him then, as he moved to sit behind him, slowly unclasping his outer tunic, and then the silken one below, pushing back the rich fabric until it fell to his sides. His smooth, hairless chest was partially exposed to them all then, and they gasped audibly – even Cadman, the heterosexual. Girion cupped one muscled breast in each hand, rubbing them provocatively and then felt the cool slide of metal as his finger brushed over the piercing through the prince’s left nipple.

“Ah, you are pierced!” he exclaimed joyously, the feel of the small bead sending a jolt of pleasure down to the tip of his cock. His chest was so well sculpted, honed by centuries of training and battle that it reminded Girion of the statues to be found in his lord’s house. His anatomy was perfect, powerful, and so very alluring it made him want to break it, pound and pummel it, slap, knead and mould it to his iron will – and he knew Brice would be thinking the same.

It was a few minutes of silence that followed, silence except for the sound of harsh breathing as three looked on, one fondled, and one enjoyed the feeling of being barred and fondled, strangely aroused at being exhibited so, for that was what Girion did.

“You want him, don’t you?” he said to his three friends, watching them as he taunted, his voice low and menacing, dangerous, thought Legolas.

“Yes,” was all they managed to say, and Girion smiled in victory, for the scene was set, and the game began as round one began to unfold, under the dictates of Girion of Laketown.

“Yet you will not have him unless I allow it, unless to please – me,” he said authoritatively. “I will allow you to play with him, of course, but in exchange, I have demands of my own.”

“I, ah, what demands are these?” whispered Legolas, for he was being washed away by the imagery that Girion had drawn in his mind. Yet he could not trust this human completely, not yet, he needed to hear Girion out first, lest his demands prove unacceptable.

“Eadward would like your hard cock in his mouth,” he began, “and Brice would take you hard, whether you wish for it or otherwise…shall I continue?” he asked, giving the elf the opportunity to refuse before the situation became a one way road.

“I am amenable to your demands, so far, yet you are not finished… are you?” he said knowingly, brazenly, surprising Girion with his forwardness – experienced indeed, but in this, his own fetish? He would put him to the test.

“Indeed, I have not finished. Cadman, you see, has never fucked a male, and certainly not a male elf. I have told him many a time he knows not what he misses – I would put him to the test with you – elf, for you are, by far the fairest I have ever seen, and we, have never had an elf.”

Now the prospect of being their first elf only served to enflame the prince even more than he already was, for there were certain, differences, or so he had been told, albeit he himself had never had a human either. He was being pushed to new heights and he knew that very soon, he would not be able to pull back, whatever this human’s demands turned out to be.

“Now, my demand – is this. You, must submit to me – allow me to guide you, whatever I may require of you – are you brave enough for this – elf?” said Girion, his tone one of controlled aggression. The others stared on, their eyes fixed on him and the decision he would take – oh yes, this was a game they had all played before.

“And why should I trust you so completely, human?” challenged Legolas.

“Because…there is great pleasure to be had from it. There is danger for you travel in unknown territory, and yet you have my word that no harm will come to you that you do not desire…”

Legolas lay there for long moments, until he was satisfied that he could trust Girion. There was, of course, the knowledge that he would be able to release himself from them with ease, should that become necessary. It was tantalizing, this game of danger. There was the promise of both pleasure and pain in the eyes of this, enigmatic human, and his blood rushed through his veins in demanding, pulsating anticipation.

Girion watched the elf weigh up the odds and decided to push him along a little. He squeezed his breasts once more, pulling somewhat harshly on his nipples and making him gasp, before enticing once more with his words of dominance, words meant to debase, yet only within the game they played, and therein lay the stimulus.

“He, is my slut,” he said, pointing to Eadward, “and he,” he pointed to Brice, “is my alter ego. Brice does my bidding, and Cadman simply watches, or at least has done, until today. Are you enjoying the start of your lesson on human loving, elf?”

Legolas heaved a great breath, as he caught Girion’s gaze from the side. “It is proving to be most, instructive,” he said in a tone a little lighter than he would have liked.

“And so, what will you be, in our circle of well-defined roles… hum?” he asked as he lifted a hand and stroked the side of the soft, pink cheek.

“Let me show you the pleasure to be had in submission, Greenleaf – it is a powerful thing,” he said softly, in spite of the import of the words he spoke. “It takes you to the very brink, yields orgasms the likes of which you have never known – if you will but trust, and submit fully…”

Legolas had been in a position of authority for most of his life, albeit he still took orders from his military superiors; it was not easy for him to give in to this human’s demands, and yet – and yet he was pulled by the power of his words, for the rough treatment that Girion promised, had had sent a ripple of pleasure through his body, one that had him mystified, for he had clearly enjoyed it; and so, he decided he would investigate a little more, and extricate himself should the situation spiral out of hand.

“Then show me, I will yield to you, yet if you deceive me, …”

Girion’s head rose as his eyes bored into those of his friends’ triumphantly, understanding the threat as his eyes roved over Legolas’ body, as if inspecting merchandise. Speaking into his neck, his hot breath ghosting over the perfect white skin of his prey, his own breathing accelerating as he deftly pulled the strong arms roughly behind his back and bound them. It was a tight knot, but one Legolas knew he could release himself from, should he have the inclination to do so, and he rather thought Girion knew it, too.

“Brice,” he gestured with his hand towards Eadward, whose eyes were round and trembling, sparking almost manically. “Strip the slut until he is naked, bind his arms.”

Legolas watched as a feral sneer transformed the human’s face as he began to literally rip the cloth from the young man’s frame, bursting open the buttons of his tunic and ripping at the ties of his straining breeches until the youth was panting hard in nigh on unbearable anticipation, naked and as hard as a rock. Brice pushed him forcefully to his knees before Legolas and Girion, tying his hands high behind his back, his rough treatment only serving to heighten the prince’s lust even more.

Cadman, now sitting in front of them, was enjoying the feel of his own hand as it brushed over his groin, wondering at the sensations that were bombarding him, for indeed he was strangely affected by this creature, something that did not go unnoticed by the instigator of the game.

“Brice, open my elf’s laces, gently now,” he said as he cradled the half reclining body against his chest, almost fatherly in his handling he was, as one hand came up to loosen the ties of his many and intricate braids, fascinated by the laborious work that had obviously gone into putting them there. Once they were loose, he was actually startled as the mass of golden locks tumbled down and around his captive in long, thick waves that made him groan in delight, much to the surprise of his friends, who had never seen Girion react so acutely to any lover – ‘and who could blame him?’ they thought.

Brice had, by now, finished loosening the fastenings of elven breaches, and now peeled back the velvet, slowly as he had been instructed, drawing Cadman and Eadward closer to their prey for a better perspective of his unveiling.

Girion, still behind Legolas, placed a forearm over his head and lay it against the partially exposed chest, pulling him further back against his own chest, until Legolas was lying on the ground, his torso held in place against Girion’s broad chest.

Brice was enflamed as his master allowed him to put his hands there, where the elf’s attributes would be uncovered. He wondered what it would look like, how it would feel...

“See how they desire you?” purred Girion into Legolas’ neck as one hand strayed down the open shirt, feeling the rippling muscles of his abdomen, groping demandingly.

“You are a warrior…” was all he said as he turned his head into the pointed ear and took it entirely into his mouth, earning a first moan of pleasure from his prey as the honed body undulated most sensuously under the merciless onslaught of Girion’s mouth.

“Please, my Lord,” pleaded Eadward, “please let me?” he asked tentatively. Girion smiled as he simply nodded. The lord’s palm was still resting on the elf’s abdomen as Brice finally opened the cloth and touched him for the first time, pulling out the mighty erection, and the full, taut balls beneath. Legolas felt the cool evening breeze upon his enflamed cock as he listened in delight to the amorous choir of Eadward’s whimper and the long, deep groan of Brice beside him, and had he the inclination to look he would have seen Cadman’s eyebrows reach his hairline.

“Now, Eadward, whore that you are,” began Girion once more, “suck my elven slut for me,” he spat, sending a shiver of anticipation through Legolas’ body, wondering at the pleasure he was feeling at finding himself at the behest of this human who was insulting him.

Girion, too, was a bubbling cauldron on the inside, yet a cold, sadistic master on the outside, for the more enflamed he was, the more aggressive he seemed to become.

“You are fit indeed, for whoring.…” he whispered, gaining himself another delightful groan from his prey.

The youth bent his head and poked out an incredibly long tongue, the tip of it brushing over the root of Legolas’ cock and making him gasp. Now Brice was left with the enticing sight of Eadward’s ass poking into the air, and so he turned desperate, smokey eyes to his lord in a silent plea, as he rubbed his own hand up and down his hard shaft.

Girion smirked, his eyes momentarily flickering over to Cadman, whose glassy eyes were fixed on the elven visage.

“Brice, Eadward needs – punishment, for he is wanton and brazenly goads you –, “ he trailed off, watching as the human stood abruptly and yanked his own leather belt from his tunic, snapping it once in the air for effect.

Eadward moaned, the high pitch of it suddenly inflaming Legolas, for he almost seemed as a female, he thought, as the sound waves reverberated around his cock. He watched as the youth opened his knees upon the ground, opening himself to the human standing behind, belt poised in one hand, and hard cock in the other. Another gasp escaped him, for the boy was licking him up and down, swirling around his balls, slicking him most effectively. He wanted to open his own legs but they were confined by the breeches that had been pulled down to the tops of his thighs.

Girion pinched the hard nipples as he watched the long tongue work at the thick elven phallus that jutted proudly into the mid evening breeze, the tension now unbearable as punishment, and pleasure- began.

A snap and a gasp around his cock told Legolas that Brice had belted the young man across the buttocks, making his body rock and his own cock bob between the splayed legs. Brice smoothed the belt over the taut red buttocks, before standing back once more and belting him again, eliciting another pained gasp. Eadward could not stop himself as he allowed his lips to encircle the cock he licked and thrust it down his throat, holding it there as he was belted once more, enjoying the pain of his arms straining behind his back, and the choking sensation as he forced his own head down the rigid length, and the sting of leather as it snapped across his skin – Eadward was in paradise, almost.

Legolas gasped again and again, much to the delight of Girion behind him, for this was new, and Legolas wondered then, what it would feel like to be in Eadward’s position – would he, too, enjoy it? he wondered.

Legolas was starting to pant now, so close. These humans were most able, he thought, as another snap told legolas the boy’s ass must be flaming red by now, and yet each stroke of the thick leather had sent his cock further into the hot mouth.

Cadman now scuttled up beside Brice for a better look, as his friend threw down his belt and without kneeling, simply crouched low, opening his legs wide and penetrating the red ass before him, taking the youth’s flanks in his hands as he began to pummel hard, looking down over the slender shoulder to the impressive cock being worked by Eadward as Girion simply watched, directing the orchestra.

“See how much pleasure my sluts are receiving from you?”

Legolas groaned as his entire body undulated, his legs battling futilely to free themselves. He could feel a mighty orgasm approaching and Girion saw it, as he moaned again, his body now moving of its own accord, his hips bucking wildly, searching for the back of the human’s mouth, any mouth, he cared not, for his seed was coiling at the base of his cock and he was about to explode most scandalously.

Brice groaned deep in his throat as he watched the elf begin to writhe, his lovely face contorting in the throes of pleasure, his mouth opening and closing and his eyes half closed as the most beauteous, lustful moans escaped his long, perfect throat, one he suddenly wished to squeeze. Cadman concentrated on the face, not quite willing to admit that the elf was provoking emotions he had never felt before.

Just a few moments later, and Brice let out a hoarse cry as his seed escaped him almost painfully sending Legolas into a spiraling vortex of sensation, a long drawn out groan marking the onset of copious seed spurting from him in hot white ribbons, splattering a stunned Eadward, who had never quite seen the likes, for it would not stop as wave after wave of liquid escaped the elf, hips bucking powerfully until he finally stopped and the four humans looked down on him in morbid fascination, watching as the pools of seed began to slide down the smooth muscled body to the floor below.

“Good – good Gods!” exclaimed Brice as he looked to Girion, who was smiling sadistically.

“How many times can you do that?” asked Brice.

“As many times as I am provoked,” retorted Legolas huskily, his mind already racing ahead to what was to come.

A few moments later, they all sat around the fire once more, only now, Eadward sat with his hands still tied behind his slender back, completely naked as the others sat with their shirts and breaches flapping open – only Girion was fully clothed as they each reached for the now cooked hares and began to eat, or in the case of Eadward, was fed by Brice as a pensive Cadman watched as one mesmerized.

“Well,” said Girion as he stuffed a large chunk of juicy meat into his mouth. “What think you of human custom so far, Greenleaf?”

“I am, duly impressed, Girion. You made me come most satisfactorily,” drawled Legolas, as he chewed on a leg.”

“Is it what you expected?” asked Brice, as he stuffed a particularly greasy hunk into the slick lips of Eadward.

“Nay – I had thought it to be more – mundane, boring, if you will.”

“Ah, a quick fuck and suck, eh?” smirked Cadman.

“Yes, something like that, and yet you are most imaginative, my friends.”

“That, was just the aperitif, my friend,” said Cadman, chuckling, “for Girion here has not even started yet!”

“Indeed I have not!” said Girion, his tone low and dangerous, predatory, thought Legolas, and he felt his cock come back to life again as he finished his meat and sucked noisily on his long, powerful fingers.

“May I fondle your slut, Girion?” asked Legolas nonchalantly, for he felt he could really get into this game, he was enjoying this new-found facet of sex very much, sitting there as he was, staring hungrily at the young Eadward, helplessly tied, his mouth smeared with roasted hare, his eyes smoldering, begging.

“Go ahead,” drawled Girion, reclining back on one elbow as he continued to eat, an arrogant smirk on his face.

Legolas stripped himself, and then pulled his boots on once more, for he was loathe to go unshod out in the wilds - you never knew what surprises could come upon you, he thought, as he knelt in front of the sitting man, his cock jutting out towards his juicy mouth.

Girion, Cadman and Brice watched the elven warrior as he shook out his mantle of glorious golden hair, watching as it brushed against the juncture of back and buttocks, making Eadward sigh like a maiden, for this male was by far the most beautiful specimen he had ever seen – the very thought of being covered by him, mounted by him, wrenched from him a desperate gasp that sent the others to chuckling, all except Legolas, that is, who now moved forward until he lay over the tied and helpless body, one powerful leg between the two thinner limbs of his prey.

This was the perfect time to practice what he had learned so far, and so, reaching with his muscled arms for the backs of the man’s knees and pulling the legs high over his chest, and told him exactly what he intended to do.

“Now, I have already spilled inside your mouth – let us see what your ass yields in the way of pleasure,” he whispered, as he slammed himself in to the hilt as his eyes bored into those of Eadward, who cried out first in pain, and then in ecstasy.

And thus began round two, and the real lesson began as Legolas took Eadward, his own ass suffering a belting at the hands of Girion, and then Brice, after which he himself was thoroughly taken by Brice, and used to initiate Cadman in the ways of male sex.

It was Girion, of course, who marked the end of the evening’s entertainment, as he finally sunk himself inside the elf and took him hard, held firmly in place by the others as they watched their friend’s masterful technique, fisting the glorious mane of hair and using it in the same way he did the reigns of his horse until he was utterly spent.

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“Well,” began Legolas. “That was – educational,” he said light-heartedly, reaching for the skin of wine that lay between them.

Girion smirked as he pulled on his shirt, glancing over to Cadman, who seemed deep in thought.

“You have been converted, my friend,” he said, watching his friend’s reaction.

“I – so it would seem,” he said, his own words seemingly surprising him. “I never thought – that I would fuck a male, and yet – you were right,” he said, his shocked eyes straying first to Girion and then to Legolas. “You are – magnificent – and I am – avid for more…” he said sincerely.

“Then I am glad,” said Legolas, pulling on his own shirt and tunic – “for pleasure is to be had from diversity, my friend – and I am glad to have been of assistance. Indeed I must say that you have taught me much, for there is much pleasure to be had from humans,“ he stressed, smiling beautifully as he passed round the wine and raised his cup.

“Thank you, for a most satisfying lesson, on human loving.”

And Girion smiled as he drank deeply, for he knew he would see the elf again, indeed – he would make sure of it! All he needed to do was remember his name and rank – Lieutenant Greenleaf of the Greenwood militia, yes, surely they would know who he was, for one as beautiful as he, could never go unnoticed.
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On Human Loving