Adult-FanFiction.org : Lord of the Rings

The Hunting Trip	By : IdrilsSecret Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2990 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or places of Lord of the Rings/Tolkien. No money is being made. This is for personal enjoyment only.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
Chapter 4

‘Show me’, the counselor had said, and now Glorfindel stood still as stone, looking nowhere but into Erestor’s eyes. He was searching for something, some kind of sign that the counselor had really wanted this. He saw fear above all else, but somewhere within those hazel depths he found what he was looking for … longing for something that had always touched on Erestor’s soul. It was buried deep, as if he had always known it was there, and Glorfindel was given the responsibility of coaxing it to the surface. What a precious gift Erestor was entrusting to him.

Glorfindel reached for the throw wrapped around Erestor’s waist, “May I?” he asked, and was answered with a nod. His long calloused fingers carefully unwrapped his prize. Erestor was magnificently endowed. The thought that Glorfindel’s mere presence could bring the counselor about so readily made his own desire swell painfully hard. He stepped forward, their cocks touching for the first time. Erestor gasped, never imagining what a sensation it would be to feel the elf lord’s rigidness against his own. Glorfindel took them both in his wide palm, and wrapped his fingers around them, slowly caressing them together with one stroke. He looked down and watched a pearly droplet emerge from Erestor’s tip, and swirled it with his thumb. Then his eyes slowly traced a course up Erestor’s body. He was lean and very fit, but not hulking. His stomach was flat with only the slightest ripple of muscle. His chest was moderately toned, as well as his arms. He had not spent every day researching in the library, and had maintained a certain amount of visible strength. Glorfindel remembered Erestor telling him that he still practiced swordplay.

He eased Erestor onto the divan so that he was now lying comfortably with his head on a decorative pillow. Glorfindel stood next to him, gazing upon the naked form beneath, “I have a confession to make,” the warrior said, “I let my mind wander when I was with the young man earlier, and I imagined it was you.”

Erestor’s heart swelled at Glorfindel’s admission. He too had dreamed it was the golden one’s mouth engulfing him instead of Theria. He wanted to say this now, but stopped himself from any further confessions, not until he knew Glorfindel better. And yet, here he was about to let this glorious elf do things to him that he had not done in a long while.

Glorfindel gave a slight but comforting smile, then he lowered himself gently, and laid on top of Erestor. Again, their cocks touched and pressed together, pulsating with need. Glorfindel held himself up on his elbows, staring down at Erestor’s worried look, “Are you afraid?” he asked softly.

“It’s just been a long time is all,” Erestor answered.

“Maybe it has, but one does not forget how, and it will be no different now compared to then,” Glorfindel said.

“Oh, but it is very different,” Erestor confessed, “It is you,”

Wasting no more time, Glorfindel captured Erestor’s mouth, and kissed him hard as if he could no longer keep himself in control. The first kiss had been a careful one. This time it expressed his deep desire to taste Erestor, to memorize the feel of his lips, his tongue, and the scent of skin. Erestor, too, let Glorfindel control him, something he was never quite sure he could surrender to anyone. The counselor had always maintained control over any situation. He was his own master, but now he found that he was a slave to Glorfindel’s ministrations.

Glorfindel released him and watched as Erestor’s eyes remained closed, lips parted and chest heaving. He moved his knee up between the dark haired elf’s thighs, forcing Erestor to spread his legs slightly. Then Glorfindel began a line of kisses, starting at the neck, to the sternum, tongue flicking a pebbled nipple then the other. Teeth nipped at the taut flesh of Erestor’s stomach, making his cock jump. Glorfindel remembered this reaction, tucking it away for another time, hopeful that there would be another. The golden elf situated himself between Erestor’s thighs. His palms splayed onto the counselor’s pelvis, pushing down with a slight amount of pressure. The hands were warm upon Erestor’s flesh and he wanted more.

Glorfindel lowered his head and gently kissed Erestor’s painfully hard cock. With each touch of his lips, it leapt eagerly. Soon, Erestor’s hips moved along with the rhythm. He would not last long, but Glorfindel would not let him spend too early. It must be savored, this first of firsts. He ran the tip of his tongue along the blue vein, tasting the slight sweetness of Erestor’s earlier copulation with Theria. Then he flattened his tongue and licked a wider trace along the pulsing length. His hand came up and cupped the hardening balls. Glorfindel took one delicately into his mouth, caressing it with his tongue. His willing participant gasped and sucked in a desperate breath through his teeth. Releasing the sensitive sack, he once again focused his attention on Erestor’s cock. His hand wrapped around the base, easing it upwards while his lips brushed across the tip, smearing the pearled essence. Glorfindel lifted his eyes towards Erestor, and found him with his head propped on the pillow, watching every move. The warrior ran his tongue over his bottom lip and then the top. He moaned, gesturing that he enjoyed the taste before finally swallowing the counselor down to the hilt. Erestor cried out softly, and arched his back. His fingers dug into the plushness of the divan on either side of him.

“Ai, Glorfindel,” he called out, not realizing it until the name rolled sweetly off his tongue. The velvety feel of soft lips and wet tongue were driving him to the brink. Glorfindel knew exactly what he was doing. A moan from the warrior sent a delicious vibration up Erestor’s spine. He lifted his head, and watched as his fantasy played out before him. Golden waves spilled over his thighs, soft to the touch. As Glorfindel worked his magic, head bobbing up and down, his eyes occasionally lifted and met Erestor’s. When this happened, the warrior increased the amount of pressure his mouth was making while a hand carefully caressed his hardening balls. Suddenly and unexpectedly, Erestor felt a finger work its way to his puckered entrance, dip in only slightly, and massage him most erotically. Erestor’s first reaction was to jump away from the foreign touch, but pleasure took over quickly. What an extraordinary feeling, to have Glorfindel’s mouth swallowing him, and an invading finger coax him further towards completion. It all coalesced into one remarkable sensation, and his body writhed uncontrollably. The finger dipped again, this time a little further, and again further still. Erestor’s entire body went rigid as his orgasm built to the point he thought he would burst. Glorfindel moaned while Erestor’s cock was deep inside his mouth, and a finger was deep inside his forbidden cavity. Erestor exploded in a heap of sensitive nerves.

“Fuck!” Erestor shouted, “Oh gods, Glorfindel!” His body convulsed wildly, and his hands grabbed Glorfindel’s head, holding him down while the counselor’s seed emptied into the elf lord’s willing mouth. A tongued caressed the pulsating cock, drawing as much of the delectable essence forth as would allow. Erestor’s body shook as if chilled, every inch of his skin alive with a static charge. He gave a moment’s thought to the satisfied recipient from earlier, the one whose moaning he heard through the wall, and Erestor knew that Glorfindel had not given the young man the same attention. The warrior had given Erestor much more indeed. Whatever had just occurred, it was like nothing the counselor had ever experienced, not with any elf, male or female, and not even with Theria. He had never felt his body lose complete control like this. Now he wondered if he could ever be this satisfied again, as his body still convulsed. Curiosity now appeased, he began to notice a craving for more. It was as if a dam had broken, and now Erestor wanted to know more about this beautiful and mercurial elf.

Glorfindel slowly released the softening cock from his mouth, and kissed the flat stomach of his hunting partner. The skin quivered, still very sensitive to any touch. Erestor’s eyes were closed, but when they opened, they focused on the blue iris’ looking back.

“Are you alright?” Glorfindel finally spoke.

Erestor merely nodded, not ready to hear the sound of his own voice just yet. Glorfindel smiled knowing he was responsible for the librarian’s sated condition. When Erestor regained some of his consciousness, he glanced down at Glorfindel once again, now kneeling between his spread thighs, vulnerable and available to the warrior, “I never have experienced anything quite that intense.”

“And you, my dear counselor, are a delectably erogenous feast,” Glorfindel said with a sly smile, and a lick of his lips.

Erestor felt his pulse rise again at the sound of Glorfindel’s voice. For a moment, he thought the warrior would have him again, and he was not sure he had the strength. Then a horrid thought crossed his mind. What if this one night was all that Glorfindel wanted from him? And here he had almost given the elf lord more than his body. Erestor had to keep himself in check. If anyone were to leave, Erestor would go first to avoid estrangement. He sat up on his elbows, and moved back from Glorfindel, swinging his legs over the side of the divan, and planting his feet firmly on the cold floor. The throw that Glorfindel had seductively stripped from his body lay in a crumpled heap within reach. Erestor bent down, retrieved it and covered himself. Then he ran his fingers through his long dark hair, pushing the fallen strands from his face.

Glorfindel felt the shift in the atmosphere. Erestor was putting too much thought into all of this. That’s what he was afraid of. Glorfindel knew that Erestor, being a scholar, would begin analyzing the situation, but he did not know he would do it this soon. He had expected him to have doubts by the morning, or maybe even leave in the middle of the night, in which Glorfindel would have fun encouraging Erestor not to go. Just to have Erestor lay sated against him for the rest of the night would suffice, but having him leave or waking up alone would not be acceptable.

“Is everything alright, Erestor?” Glorfindel asked softly.

Erestor stood up and wrapped the throw around his torso, “Um … yes, everything is fine. I … I just … well, this was unexpected is all.”

“You asked me to show you and I did,” Glorfindel said from the divan, still naked and kneeling on his heels. “Are you sure I did not do something displeasing? If so, please tell me and I shall not do it again.”

“Again?” Erestor said.

“Yes, again. Did you think I would not wish to see you after this night? But if this is all you wanted, tell me now before I let my feeling become more involved,” Glorfindel answered.

Gods, Erestor thought, why is he being so submissive all of a sudden? Glorfindel was the warrior, the hunter, the legend slayer … not the pleading sentimental fool. He was leaving it all up to Erestor whether to let this continue or end right now. Damn him, he thought. He knows the kind of control I need to have and he’s giving it to me, but I don’t even know what I’m in control of.

“I don’t know what to think right now,” Erestor said, slightly perturbed, “I began this evening with thoughts of seducing a woman, and ended it by being seduced by … by you.”

“Do you not want to pursue this any further?” Glorfindel asked with a gentle submissive tone.

“I am not sure what I want. You gave me your friendship a week ago and within a few short moments you have given me—” Erestor stopped, at a loss for words or further explanation.

“I am giving you a part of myself that I do not share so easily, Erestor. Just say the word, and it is yours, but if you do not want it … if I have been wrong and this night was a mistake, then I will take my losses now, and hope you will still be a friend.”

Not knowing what else to say, Erestor set his face like stone, picked up his discarded clothes, and went to the door. He needed to leave, to get his thoughts together. In the confusion, Erestor had forgotten than he and Glorfindel shared the only vacant room left at the inn.

As if Glorfindel had read his thoughts, he called to him, “You take the room, Counselor. I’m sure Theria will not mind allowing me a spot on her couch tonight.”

Erestor nodded, eyes glued on the doorknob, and Glorfindel spoke again, this time sounding more like his hunting partner instead of a lover, “We will set out for home at first light. I’m sure you are anxious to return.”

Erestor’s emotions were a jumbled mess. He gave no sign of recognition and left Theria’s room. Part of him wanted to turn back and run to Glorfindel, to fall to his knees, and beg the warrior to forgive his behavior. The rational side started sending images of their long journey home in awkward silence. “What will you say to each other now? How can you look Glorfindel in the eye, and not remember what happened without wanting to shrink and slither away between the floorboards.” Erestor winced as he opened the door to his room, He should not have gone, but how could he stay? If Glorfindel wanted him so badly, why had he not fought harder? Erestor knew the answer to that already. Glorfindel was leaving the choice up to Erestor to stay and explore something that could lead to the love of a lifetime, or go and return to life as normal. Glorfindel sent him away, doing the only thing he could do by Erestor’s reaction. What else did he expect? “Fool!” he berated himself. The counselor sighed heavily and entered the apartment.
- 3
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Hunting Trip