Love Potion No. 9

Love Potion No. 9

Posted: March 2004
Title: Love Potion No. 9
Series: Love Potion
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Type: FCS
Characters: Rúmil/Orophin or Haldir (u-pick)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters are Tolkien's; dirty mind is mine
Warning: Incest!
Notes: This is my first try at this. Please, don't be too hard on me. Feedback appreciated though.

Summary: Rúmil whips up a potion and they go at it.

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Do you think I am unaware of what it is you are giving me? I saw you, my brother, deep in the woods… I saw you pick the forbidden flower, enchanted by the god of love himself. I watched you as you squeezed the juice from the petals into the otherwise pale
concoction; turning it a cherry red. Oh, what a charming sorcerer you are…

I have loved you as more than a brother long before you started to work your magic on me. Only I've been too shy to tell you… too ashamed of my feelings. Why do you continue to feed me your potions and burn your herbs as I sleep when all I've wanted for so long is to feel your touch? A lover's touch: seductive and dirty. I should have told you… I should tell you now.

It pains me to know that you, the most beautiful elf on Middle Earth, think you need magic to win my love; that you would accept affection that was given to you only as a result of sorcery. You deserve so much more than that… so much more than me.

I take the glass from your hand and set it down. I will drink your potion, but not now. Not before I let you know how I already feel. I cannot find the words. I take your hand, rubbing my cheek against it and then kiss every one of your fingertips. Never letting my eyes leave yours. You shudder at the touch while staring at me in amazement. I lean in to kiss your soft, supple lips. I slip my tongue into your willing mouth. Your kiss is shy, light, and playful. The butterflies in my stomach dance to the rhythm of your tongue. Our kiss is over. You look at me, confusion apparent in your eyes and so I kiss you again, making sure you understand.

We hold each other's gaze as I slowly pull away, reaching for the glass that holds the nectar of the gods. It smells deliciously of tropical fruit and I realize it tastes so as well as I swallow about half of it all. I have barely put the glass down when you lunge at me, licking the remaining drops of the red potion off my lips. Suddenly, I am overcome with unbidden lust.

I feel my leggings becoming unbearably tight as I watch you swallow the remaining contents of the glass I just drank from, licking your lips seductively once you are finished.

I fear that I may not be able to control myself much longer. I pick you up and carry you, finally laying you down on your bed. I lie down upon you and kiss you again. Our kisses are no longer light and playful, but fiery and passionate. The potion strengthens every desire, amplifies every sensation. You place your right hand on the back of my head, pulling me deeper into your mouth. Your other hand is running up and down my back. I have dreamed of this for centuries. We grind our hips together slowly, yet forcefully… impossibly hard, swollen cocks rubbing against each other underneath the clothes. I can hardly breathe. I'm not sure I even remember how to.

I move from your lips to your neck. The scent of vanilla fills my nostrils. You are absolutely intoxicating. I take off your tunic and then mine and slide my hands over the smooth skin of your chest and abdomen, feeling the perfectly toned muscles under that soft skin.

You whimper as fingers tease your nipples… tickling and pinching. I replace my fingers with my mouth and lick and nibble and you begin to moan. Gods, even the sounds you make are perfect. I begin a trail of kisses down your stomach; you arch your back in anticipation. With my hand I begin to caress your arousal through the smooth fabric. I must say I am quite impressed, young brother. I would let you have me… or would you prefer to be had? I rub my face against your hardness and slowly untie your leggings with my teeth. Slowly I pull them off and watch as your erection is freed. My own cock is on fire, aching and burning with desire. I pull off your boots and divest you of your leggings completely.

My tongue touches the slit at the tip of your flesh, licking off the pearl of glistening fluid that has formed there. YOU are the most delightful potion there is. You whisper something completely inaudible as you look at me, your aqua eyes glazed with untamed passion. I trace the underside of your cock from the base to the tip and then swirl my tongue around the head. You clench at the sheets and moan loudly. I would love to just rip the rest of my clothes off and take you now, slamming myself into you again and again, making you scream until the pressure in my groin was finally released. But I won't do that. You have been saving yourself for me, so I must be slow and gentle.

I take you in my mouth, swallowing your entire length Taking my time and increasing the pace gradually. It does not take you very long. You reach for me. I let my hand take over as I move back up to kiss your lips. You cry into my mouth and dig your fingers into my shoulders as your hips buck wildly and you spill yourself all over my hand and your stomach.

I hold you, stroking your hair as your breath slowly returns to normal. Suddenly you push me violently down on the bed and rip off my leggings, your eyes wild and untamed. You grab the base of my erection firmly and start napping at the tip with your tongue. "Rúmil," the sound escapes my mouth like a whisper in the wind. Gods, how I would love to come into that sweet, talented mouth of yours right now as you suck and lick and nibble, threatening to bring me over the edge.

I turn you over so that I am on top of you again, suckling on your lower lip as I press the tip of my wet flesh against your tight, untouched opening. I gaze into your trusting face for the final ok before slowly pushing into you. Feeling you tense and whimper, I stop until I feel you relax. Then I push a little deeper, repeating the process until I am fully inside you, showering you with reassuring kisses the whole time. We lie there a while, devouring each other's mouths until I start to move... slowly…gently. A wave of relief comes over me as you begin to moan with pleasure. Your tightness around me is almost too much to bear. I turn my attention to your ear, licking and nibbling at the tip as I increase the pace. Your moans steadily become louder and you begin pushing against me as I thrust into you, your warm, swollen cock rubbing against our bodies with every movement.

I become aware of the force with which I am now pounding into you, much harder than I would, this being your first time, were I not under the influence of your cursed potion. I am drowning in pleasure better than any orgasm I ever had, and yet I'm still not there. Desperately seeking release I continue pushing harder and faster, making the feeling even more intense, but still I do not come.

You begin to quiver beneath me, arching your spine, throwing your head back, digging your nails into my skin. With every thrust you cry out louder and louder, fueling the raging fire in me. The pleasure-driven screams... the hot, slick fluid spurting forth
between our bodies... the strong fingers digging painfully into my back... the clenching of the already tight muscles around my aching flesh… I can't take it. Ecstasy engulfs me, coming in waves of pure bliss which hit me again and again, making me shudder with the intensity of it.

After what seems like an eternity, I begin to regain my senses. You are now cradling me in your arms, stroking my hair, whispering soothing words and I fall asleep, still inside you.

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THE END

Go to the next story in the series: Love Potion No. 19

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