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The Curse	By : Cassandra_Baudrillard Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13862 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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@Luna: I'm glad to update the story once more then, and, to make up for the wait, it's extra long!

Chapter 25: The Deal

“Ai! Orophin!” the cries came unbidden and Elladan blushed as they escaped him, drawing a chuckle from the Galadhrim that sat straddling him while massaging his back, “You enjoy this then, lirimaer?”

A light nod followed as an answer, causing the Galadhrim to grin, “It gets better still”

Stupid as it was, Elladan couldn’t imagine that was possible.

He was wrong.

Orophin’s hands travelled to his skull and into his hair before they started massaging his scalp and all too soon quiet moans escaped the twin who grew steadily aroused by the ministrations the Galadhrim administered on him.

He could take no more without growing mad with need.

As if sensing this, Orophin’s hands withdrew and the weight on his back was lost.

Elladan didn’t dare turn around, knowing he was standing at full attention, but dared a peak up at the Galadhrim who looked down on him with a smile, “What is it you want, lirimaer?”

The question seemed a dare, as though Orophin was challenging him to declare his desire but Elladan hesitated, feeling shy to express such a thing now, “I want…”

Orophin knelt down next to him with a gentle expression, “Yes?”

Feeling encouraged Elladan moved to sit back on his knees, revealing the bulge in his leggings, “I want you”

Orophin’s eyes glanced around the forest for a moment, focusing to become certain they were alone before his hand shifted and moved to cover said bulge, “Is that so? Is it me you want, or simply the idea of release?”

The question seemed of significant importance but Elladan couldn’t even begin to question its deeper meaning as Orophin’s hand started rubbing up and down against the fabric, drawing a light moan from the twin, “You. I want you”

Orophin wasn’t at all convinced it was the truth more than it was a desperate need to find sexual fulfillment and so he took precaution as he stood then pushed the dark-haired Elf against the tree whilst covering his mouth with his own.

There was no fight for dominance as Elladan willingly submitted to his lover in the kiss while thrusting his pelvis against Orophin’s hand in an attempt to get more friction.

His eagerness drew a chuckle from the Galadhrim as he pulled Elladan’s length from its confinements and slowly began sliding his hand back and forth… back and forth until the twin was moaning without any consideration as to who might overhear, pleading with Orophin to give him more, to be faster.

Orophin continued his torturously slow pace for a good while longer before taking pity on the youth and increasing the pace until Elladan could take no more and he climaxed with a loud cry that was only silenced as Orophin claimed his lips in a kiss.

Panting, Elladan watched as Orophin took his time licking the semen from his hand in such a way it near drove the twin mad with desire all over again but then Orophin stepped back, “I must go and patrol now, lirimaer”

Elladan looked puzzled, looking at Orophin, “Do you not desire me?”

He received no immediate answer, but the Galadhrim took his hand and placed it over a large, hard bulge in his pants, “Never question my desire for you, sweet Elladan”

Elladan gave a light nod, but could say nothing more as Orophin disappeared from sight.

Covering himself he sat down against the tree with a wanton sigh. He wanted that Elf. Bad.

Legolas, meanwhile, watched as Haldir lay a panting mess on the bed. They’d gone four rounds already but the prince still didn’t have enough as he rolled his hips while straddling his Marchwarden who was quick to respond to the taunts as he leaned up and claimed Legolas’ lips in a heated lips.

Lips that were burning from the kisses already shared, swollen and bruised, but it was all Legolas wanted as Haldir thrust up into him as if to urge the prince on in finishing what he had started.

Legolas smiled, putting his hands to Haldir’s chest as he lifted himself up only to sink back down, creating a fast, hard but teasing pace that he altered every now and then with a roll of the hips or the slightest tilt of his pelvis so that Haldir would hit that spot that made him cry out loudest, “So beautiful…Mine.”

Legolas smiled at that, kissing Haldir yet again, “All yours. Always”

It didn’t take long for the two Elves to reach their peak again but at long last Legolas too was sated as he slid off of Haldir and curled up against him with a content purr.

It was a good thing Elves only needed a small time to heal, so that Haldir’s previous wounds weren’t an issue.

The Marchwarden stood, as if attempting to further prove this matter, to pick up the prince and carried him to the bathroom. They both were a mess from the evidence of their love-making and Haldir thought to amend this.

Bathing them both, Haldir spend his sweet time cleaning every inch on the prince’s body until Legolas’ eyes glazed over in rest.

Smiling Haldir gently lifted him up, laying him to the bed before drying him off.

He didn’t bother dressing the prince, instead he draped the heavy blanket over the prince’s sleeping form, “Rest well my love”

He’d use the time to see his Lord and test the situation. The Lord’s words hadn’t been forgotten and they caused him worry when he thought of what this might mean for him and Legolas.

This had to be resolved.

He entered the royal quarters silently, his head bowed until the Lord acknowledged him, “Ahh, you managed to pry yourself away from the prince I see? And to what do I owe the delight of your company, hm?”

Haldir looked up after a moment’s hesitation, “I wished to question your words my lord and their intent. You have never spoken such a thing before, though I know in the beginning it was different between us… I also wished to apologize if my actions offended you my lord, it was unconsciously done”

Lord Celeborn’s brow rose in question, “You have come to make amends then?”

When the Marchwarden nodded, the Lord smiled, “That is good”

Haldir watched the Lord nervously, “How might I resolve this my Lord, for it to no longer stand issue between us and my duty?”

Lord Celeborn’s lip curved up into a smirk, “Please me. Do so well enough and I shall grand you your freedom as I have the prince”

Haldir hung his head in resignation but moved to the Lord. He stood before him, lips inches apart, without moving. Regardless of being told to please the Lord, Haldir knew Lord Celeborn preferred to control every bit of it. It made him feel powerful to command someone who was in fact stronger than he.

The Lord didn’t ‘disappoint’ as all too soon Haldir stood stripped of clothes before the Lord claimed his lips, “It shall be a shame to let you go”

The Marchwarden didn’t reply, the Lord needed no answer; the words were solely meant to insult and humiliate.

The Lord pushed him down and he took the chore to heart as his lips enveloped the hardened cock. He didn’t move. He didn’t have to. There were the Lord’s hands in his hair, forcing his path, his speed.

None of this had to do with affection and Haldir felt no thrill over it but the Lord, the Lord was overcome with lust and had no eye for his Marchwarden’s evident displeasure.

It wasn’t before too long, when he was half-chocking on the length as the Lord forced it deep in his throat, that the Lord climaxed and he had no choice but to swallow or choke.

The Lord tossed him back, hurting his back but that was no concern of Lord Celeborn.

“Kneel”

Not a request, but Haldir did as told nonetheless. His head hung low in shame, but his Lord simply accepted that as part of his submission.

The Lord took no time to prepare as he thrust in, causing the Marchwarden to cry out at the sudden pressure. There was pain, lessened by something slickening the Lord’s cock. His blood.

The Lord pummeled his ass as though there was no tomorrow while Haldir just knelt in acceptance but then, that voice again, “You better enjoy this Marchwarden, remember I told you I needed to be pleased”

But how could one enjoy such torture? He lacked the desire to serve this man as he had in the past, in the first years the Lord had made use of him until his skills became too honourable for such pursuit.

His mind wandered beyond the pain of the here and now, to Legolas and the beauty of their love and the power of their lust and not before long he stood erect and throbbing, moaning quietly, “That’s it, I knew you enjoyed this Marchwarden. Take your Lord’s cock and be grateful for it.”

Mindlessly Haldir answered in between moans, “Yes m’lord, thank you… thank you for your cock my lord”

The debasing words were all the Lord needed to find climax but rather than fill the Marchwarden with his seed he pulled out and dragged the Marchwarden up by his hair so that he might cover his face in the greatest form of humiliation.

Dutifully the Marchwarden parted his lips to clean his Lord’s length before hanging his head.

The Lord took a step back, covering himself back up as he sat down, “Look at you, covered in my semen, your own cock dripping with need. Finish yourself Marchwarden”

A blush took to Haldir’s face at the latest form of humiliation as he sat on his knees upon the floor and moved his hands to stroke his own length in an ever faster pace while speaking soft words of gratitude and releasing light sounds of pleasure while the Lord watched him.

Climax came swift aided by images of his loved one as he cried out.

There was silence but for the sound of his breathing for a moment, until the Lord spoke, “Clean it up”

When he stood –no doubtedly to get a cloth- the Lord spoke again, “Use your tongue”

The Marchwarden knelt back down, his tongue sliding along the wooden floorboards as he licked off the semen he had spilled, “Good, that’s very good”

The Marchwarden stayed on hands and knees as he approached the Lord, sinking back into the roll he’d had so long ago, looking up in questioned wonder.
Lord Celeborn nodded, “You had my word… and I was pleased. Consider debt repaid and freedom gained. Use my bathroom to clean yourself up”

Haldir bowed his head, “Gratitude, my Lord” before he stood and moved into the bathroom where he cleaned himself thoroughly thought the memory of the event could not be so easily erased.

Lord Celeborn approached him, “Are you sure this is what you want, Haldir? To lack my affections in order to have your freedom? For that little slut?”

Haldir fought off the wave of anger before he inclined his head, “I thank you for your kindness my lord, in granting me my freedom… I am certain of this, I love him my lord, more than I love anything in this world”

Lord Celeborn frowned, then nodded, “That settles this, then. ‘Tis a shame, but in the face of such love I cannot deny you that any longer, not now my Grandson has lost his interest.”

The Marchwarden bowed his head, “Thank you my lord”

The Lord offered a light nod of acceptance before nodding toward the door, “Now make yourself scarce”

His eyes travelled to one of the pillars after the Marchwarden had left, “Did you see, my sweet pet?”

Saelbeth stepped forward and bowed his head, “Yes my Lord”

The Lord smiled, “Now that I’ve pardoned him on your behalf, I expect the same devotion and dedication from you, is that understood?”

Saelbeth offered a light nod, “Yes my Lord”

It hadn’t been easy, making the sacrifice… but Saelbeth knew what it was to lose one’s soulmate and be forced to linger.

He might not’ve been bound to Aerimil, but the loss had hurt no less. If submitting to his Lord was the one thing that granted Haldir the chance he had lost, he could live with the consequences.

So long as he pleased the Lord and never disappointed, he should never be hurt. That was the deal. Unless he liked to be, of course.

A deal for a deal, the Lord had called it, but Saelbeth was of simpler mind; he gained pleasure by freeing his good friend from a life he should’ve never had, that he didn’t want.

A sweet deal to his advantage, as he figured.

TBC…
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