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The Erotic Tales of Lynwen and Elrohir	By : ClarisOCaerdydd Category: +Third Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 5999 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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These are a series of short sex-stories written in sequence with my fanfic, A Journey of Love and Heartache, but they can also be read as stand-alone pieces, too.
Chapter 1 - The Vanity Table
Lynwen was sitting at her vanity table in her bedroom, staring into the mirror as she desperately tried to do something attractive with her hair. She hated how all the elleths throughout Rivendell were just so bloody perfect! Their hair, always cascading down their backs like glistening, luxurious waterfalls, forever free of frizz! Did they even know what it felt like to have a bad hair day? Well, Lynwen did, because she had them all the time!
She sighed heavily at the stubbornness of her frizzy hair, and at the thought that she was going to have to endure another day with Éomer.
Elrohir had suddenly reappeared back in Rivendell two days ago on the night of her eighteenth birthday party to which, the two of them just did what they always do best, and screwed each other's brains out! A smile graced her lips as she thought back to that night now, and at just how animalistic Elrohir could be! She still had bruising on her body where he had been so rough with her. And she had spent these last couple of days trying to hide the evidence of their feral shagging from Anira, her hand maiden.
She suddenly jumped from fright at the sudden appearance of a figure standing behind her. But after only a second of panic, she could quickly see from the reflection in the mirror, that it was Elrohir.
Staring at him through the mirror, she could clearly see that he had that same, hungry, look in his eyes, that he had the night of her birthday party. And she knew instantly by the way that he was approaching her, like a predator would his prey, that she was now probably going to be really late for her meeting with Éomer.
As Elrohir came to a standstill directly behind her, Lynwen quickly stood up from her seat. But she was stopped in her attempt to turn around to face him by Elrohir's hands firmly restraining her upper arms, preventing her from moving. He locked eye contact with her in the mirror, a sultry smirk gracing his lips as one of his hands moved up to grab a chunk of her hair, forcefully pulling her head to one side as he leaned his face into her neck. He continued to lock eye contact with her in the mirror while he seductively, and slowly, kissed the entire length of her neck, his tongue sporadically gliding over her skin, causing her to involuntarily shiver in delight. And she could tell by the wild look in his eyes, and the, almost painful, grip he had on her hair, that she was in for another rough ride from the sex-mad, Elrohir!
It didn't take long for him to get extremely hard as he looked at Lynwen's ample bosoms, almost bursting over the top of the low-cut neckline of her dress, just begging to be devoured. He released his grip on her hair and using both of his hands, quickly scooped her breasts out of the top of her dress, causing them to bounce as they now hung freely over the top of her clothes, the skin around her nipples shrivelling up due to their sudden hardness.
He took a moment to gaze at her in the mirror, admiring her irresistible form before he huskily spoke for the first time. "Touch yourself." He quietly ordered her, his eyes narrowed and dark with lust, as he continued to watch her in the mirror.
Lynwen slowly, and hesitantly, brought her hands up to her chest, and began massaging her breasts, all the while, never taking her eyes of Elrohir's. She never knew what to expect from her elven lover, and hoped that she was massaging her breasts in the way that he had hoped.
Elrohir smirked at her actions while he gripped a hold of her hips and pressed his erection into her behind, firmly holding it there as he watched her fondle herself for a few moments, more. "When I told you to touch yourself, I didn't mean your tits." He said in a hoarse whisper.
Lynwen's eyes widened with surprise as her hands stopped massaging her breasts. She just looked at his reflection while she waited for him to clarify what she suspected he meant.
"Touch your pussy, Lynwen." He breathed against her neck. "Touch your pussy, and let me see you do it." He softly demanded.
After Lynwen just continued to look at him, completely dumbfounded, he pulled up her long skirts to her waist, and quickly ripped off her knickers with an audible tear. And still keeping a hold of her skirts around her waist with his one hand, he used his free hand to hook itself behind her right knee, bringing her leg up and placing her right foot on the vanity table in front of her. His breath hitched as he looked at her reflection, seeing how she was now completely exposed to him, her intimate area glistening from where she was so wet.
"I said, touch yourself." He ordered again, as he continued to firmly press his erect penis into her backside.
So Lynwen brought up her right hand slowly, still feeling a little apprehensive about what he was asking her to do. She had never touched herself in this way before, and wasn't sure if she was comfortable with it. But as soon as her index finger parted her swollen lips, and glided up her centre with incredible ease, she instantly wondered why she had never done this before! It felt so wonderful feeling herself in this way, and coupled with the feel of Elrohir's hard dick wedged between the cheeks of her backside, and his intense stare as he watched her pleasuring herself, made it such an incredibly blissful experience.
She jumped a little when she felt his fingers graze the entrance to her backside, unsure of what it was he was planning to do next. Surely he wasn't going to touch her, there?!
But she was broken from her thoughts by someone erratically pulling on the door handle, desperately trying to enter through her locked bedroom door.
"Lynwen! You're late! What are you doing in there!?" Anira's voice sounded through the locked door.
But at the exact same time that Lynwen was about to answer her, Elrohir shoved his finger straight up her arsehole, causing Lynwen to gasp loudly in a mixture of shock, and a strange, alien delight!
"I'm sorry, Anira... pl... please give me a..." her sentence cut off as she gasped again, as Elrohir's finger inserted itself even deeper into her tight back passage. "... a... a few minutes!" She managed to blurt out the last part of her sentence, before any more of Elrohir's surprises could cut her off. He really was just such an unpredictable character, and he never failed to surprise her with his antics.
"I'll be back in two minutes!" Anira shouted through the doorway, before she could be heard walking away.
Lynwen moaned loudly now as his other hand reached around to her front before he hastily shoved a single finger up into her saturated pussy, quickly followed by a second, and then a third finger! All the while, his other hand was still concentrated on her extremely tight backside, slowly fingering the tiny hole there.
"You're dripping wet!" He said with a husky voice, as he withdrew his three fingers from inside her, holding them up in front of her face for her to see.
Lynwen just glanced at them through her half-shut eyes, as she limply rested her back against his chest. But she could see clearly, that his fingers were shining with her liquid.
"Lets see how many more of my fingers I can get in there, shall we?" He whispered against her neck.
And before Lynwen had a chance to process his words, he had pulled out his finger from her arse, and spun her around so that she was now facing him. He lifted her up, sitting her upon her vanity table, and spread her legs wide apart, placing her feet, flat, upon the surface either side of her hips. He then took a step back to get a good look at her, gazing at her soaking wet opening, which was now fully exposed to him.
He lifted his head up to meet her startled gaze, and smirked seductively as he reached out his hand and sunk his three fingers deeply back inside her pussy, causing Lynwen to moan deeply, her eyes to close, and her body to flop back against the mirror behind her.
"I think this is the wettest I've ever seen you, little one." Elrohir said with a smirk, as he used the affectionate nickname he'd called her, all her life. "I reckon I could get a fourth finger in here, what do you think?" He asked her with his smooth voice.
Lynwen's eyes opened wide with shock at hearing him, but before she had a chance to protest, he had already done it! She could feel her opening stretching as she felt his four fingers being inserted deep inside her. But it wasn't painful. It was actually immensely pleasurable, and she leant forward slightly to get a better look at what Elrohir's fingers were doing to her. She watched in fascination as his hand was disappearing deep inside of her over and over again, as his thumb played with her clit. And the noise that this action was creating, was really loud! She could hear, clearly, just how turned on she was, by the way his hand was frantically sloshing around inside her, creating wet, slapping sounds, that was making her toes curl, and her eyes close again, in delight.
Too lost was she too notice that Elrohir had pulled out his erect penis over the top of the waistband of his breeches. And it wasn't until she heard an extra squelching noise, that she opened her eyes to see that Elrohir was using his free hand to pleasure himself. His expression had changed from the seductive, teasing one, it was moments before, to one of pure concentration. His brows were furrowed, and his lips were pursed tightly, as he wanked himself off at such a speed, that his body was shaking from the repeated hammering of his hand against his groin.
Lynwen studied him as he continued to pleasure himself, noticing how she'd never seen such a look of pure concentration on his face during their sex acts, before. And she had never heard him be so silent, either! But it was a huge turn on, to see him like this. His eyes, being solely focused on what his other hand was doing to her, and his teeth, now slightly gritted as he continued to jack off, was an overwhelmingly erotic sight to see!
And before she had time to register what was happening, Elrohir had removed his hand from inside her, and had abruptly planted his hard dick deep into her, penetrating her at an unthinkable depth. And the hand that he had been using to finger her pussy, was now gripping the side of her face as he pressed the back of her head into the mirror.
And with that particular hand being placed on her face, she couldn't ignore the smell of herself on his fingers, and the fact that that part of her cheek was now soaking wet from where his liquid-covered hand, was caressing her skin. She eagerly turned her head to the side, and licked and sucked his fingers dry, tasting herself so vividly in her mouth.
This erotic action prompted Elrohir's mouth to drop open and a low groan to escape his lips, as he watched Lynwen, virtually, eating herself from his fingers. He couldn't hold back anymore. She was done for, now. He was going to fuck her brains out!
The many bottles of perfumes and cosmetics that she had adorning her vanity table, were now rattling and shaking violently, as Elrohir pounded his rock-hard cock into her at an alarming speed and force, with his teeth bared as his animalistic instincts took over.
Lynwen gasped as the glass bottles started to topple off the table, smashing into pieces on the floor, as the mirror that she was being fucked against, was banging loudly against the wall with the rocking motion of the table.
"Lynwen! What on earth are you doing in there?!"
Anira's voice could be heard shouting through her bedroom door, as more glass bottles continued to smash into smithereens onto the bedroom floor. But Anira's presence didn't deter Elrohir. In fact, it just seemed to spur him on even more.
"Lynwen! Answer me! You'd better not be taking out your temper on something!" Anira continued to shout through the door.
"Ro, you have to stop!" Lynwen panted against his face, as she placed her hands on his shoulders in her attempt to push him off her.
But he just grabbed a hold of her hands and planted them into the mirror behind her, either side of her head. "No." He simply said though ragged breaths as he continued to pound himself into her. And he was now fucking Lynwen so hard against the mirror, that his violent actions caused it to suddenly detach from the back of the vanity table, and come crashing down on to the floor, breaking into an incredibly audible number of pieces!
"Lynwen! What was that?! You're going to be in so much trouble if you've purposely broken something!" Anira shouted, as she started pulling on the door handle where she was trying to get into the room. "Lynwen, if you don't open this door at once, I'm going to fetch your father!"
"Ro, she's going to get ada! You have to stop!" Lynwen panted in-between moans.
"So? Let her!" Elrohir grunted against her neck, his hips continuing to thrust incredibly fast and hard.
Now that the mirror and all the glass bottles were gone, all that remained was the rickety old wooden vanity table, which was being repeatedly hammered into the wall by their extreme and ferocious love making.
"That's it, Lynwen! I'm going to get your father!" Anira shouted through the locked door.
Lynwen and Elrohir were too lost in the moment to care, or to have even heard, what it was that the hand-maiden had just threatened. And they now had their foreheads pressed up against each other's, their eyes fixed in penetrating eye contact, as Lynwen moaned and Elrohir grunted to the repeated pumping action he was making with his dick.
"I'm going to fill you up so much with my load, that you'll be spitting my cum out of your mouth!" Elrohir sneered through gritted teeth, as his own climax was beginning to surface.
Lynwen just couldn't stop being shocked by him! He never failed to surprise her with his actions and words, and this latest declaration, was no exception!
"Lynwen?! Open this door, at once!"
It was their father! Oh, shit!
"Ro! It's ada! Stop!" She whispered through a long drawn out moan, her eyes now tightly closed and her head tilted back against the wall. "Oh, Valar! No, no don't stop!" She pleaded.
Elrohir had no intention of stopping, anyway! Especially since his climax was so close, it would have been nigh on impossible for him to stop now!
He grunted as he thrust into her one last time, his head tilted back as his body quivered from the amount of cum that he was off-loading inside of Lynwen. He could feel her inner muscles contracting and knew that she was also climaxing. He looked at her to see that she was biting down on her fist where she was desperately trying to stifle her moans.
"That's it Lynwen! You're going to be in so much trouble if you've damaged anything! I'm breaking the door down!" Elrond shouted, followed by the sound of him kicking at her door.
Elrohir gently pulled out of her, amazed at just how much cum he'd left behind. It was pouring out of her! But there was no time to revel in that sight, now. If their father discovered him in here, there'd be hell to pay! He leant forward and placed a quick, feather light, kiss upon her lips, as he took a quick second to breath in her essence one last time before he'd have to make a break for it. He opened his eyes and gave her a heart-warming smile, before he quickly turned away and ran over to her bedroom window, jumping out over the ledge, and disappearing from sight.
It amazed Lynwen how he could so easily leap from a third level window, and avoid injury as he landed on the ground, below. It was as if he defied gravity. But Lynwen was quickly brought to her senses by the continual banging of her father's foot against her bedroom door, and she scrambled off the vanity table, pulling down her skirts, and popping her breasts back inside the dress, before she quickly unlocked the door and opened it wide.
She was met with her father standing on one leg, the other suspended in the air where he was preparing to kick at the door again. Anira was stood to the side of him, and both of them looked immensely angry!
Elrond pushed past her and stormed into her bedroom, with Anira in hot pursuit.
"Where is he?!" Elrond demanded, as he frantically looked around her bedroom.
Lynwen's heart started to beat erratically. What did her father know?! "Where's who, ada?" She asked in her most innocent voice.
"Don't lie to me, Lynwen!" Elrond bellowed at the top of his voice, as he came to a stand still directly in front of her. His eyes were boring into hers, daring her to lie to him.
"I... I don't know what you mean..."
But she was cut off by Elrond's loud voice. "Elrohir! Where is he?!" He furiously shouted, his face now just inches from hers.
Oh Valar! How on earth did he know about her and Elrohir?! No, wait, she thought to herself. There's no way he could possibly know about them, for they'd been so careful to keep this relationship a secret! Hadn't they?
"Here I am. What's all the shouting about?"
They all turned their heads to see Elrohir, casually walking in through her bedroom door, absently whistling to himself before he suddenly gasped in surprise at the sight that he was met with.
"What on earth has happened in here?" Elrohir asked with an over-the-top shocked voice, as he looked towards the destroyed remnants of her vanity table. "Lynwen! You have quite a temper, I see!" He turned his head to look at her. "Do you always take out your anger on your poor mirror?" He asked with that fake look of surprise still on his face as he shook his head at her, clearly showing his disapproval.
Lynwen wanted nothing more than to punch him in that stupid face! He was loving this! Teasing her in front of their father and Anira, knowing that she couldn't deny his accusations as that would mean having to tell the truth!
But Elrond just stood there, his face completely placid and unreadable as he stared at Elrohir in silence. And it was an unnerving stare that had Lynwen feeling incredibly anxious. Did he know something?
But Elrohir just frowned in pretend confusion as he looked back at his father. "Are you feeling well, ada?" He asked with mocking concern.
Lynwen struggled to hide her smirk at Elrohir's blatant teasing of their father, as she anxiously awaited Elrond's reaction.
But Elrond didn't respond, and only stared back at his son with a serious expression on his face, as his old grey eyes penetrated him uncomfortably.
"Well, either way..." Anira piped up. "Lynwen has a lot of cleaning up to do! So you'd better get on with it, my girl!" She scolded at Lynwen, her arms firmly placed on her hips.
Elrohir; clearly not bothered by his father's stares, made it clear that he agreed with Anira as he tutted loudly and shook his head again at Lynwen, making his disapproval very obvious. "Yes, Lynwen. This is a disgrace!" Elrohir said as he pointed at the mess. "I suggest you get cleaning, right away!" He said, before he turned on his heel, started whistling cheerily to himself again, and strolled back out through the bedroom door with a teasing smirk on his face as he did so.
Lynwen was going to kill him when she saw him again later!
But despite this, she just couldn't help but inwardly laugh at Elrohir's pure and utter cheekiness!
To be continued...
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