Married To An Elf 18

Married To An Elf

Part 18

Posted: November 9, 2007
Title: Married To An Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë

Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel haven’t quite finished…

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Erestor lay with his head on Glorfindel’s shoulder, a smile of triumph on his face. Never had he thought how incredible it would feel to make love to Glorfindel the way he had. Even though he now very much enjoyed being on the receiving end, being the sword to his mate’s sheath was a new experience indeed.

“Happy?” Glorfindel asked softly.

“Very. And you?”

“More than you can possibly believe, ervainen vorn,” the seneschal said warmly. “In fact, I would have no objections if there was a repeat performance.”

Erestor raised his head. “What, now?”

Glorfindel’s lips curved into a smile. “Why not now?” he responded huskily, reaching down to caress Erestor’s member.

The darkling elf stifled a moan, his eyes half-closed as, under his mate’s skillful fingers, his member once more sprang to life. “Are you not sore?” Erestor whispered.

The golden-haired warrior brought Erestor down and kissed him thoroughly. “No,” he murmured as they broke apart. “If anything, I am more than ready for you. You need not prepare me this time, melethen; my opening is still loose. You will just need a little oil for yourself.”

Erestor did not need a further invitation. Reaching for the oil, he coated his member hurriedly, and this time did moan as Glorfindel drew his knees to his chest, exposing his opening. The darkling elf positioned himself, breaching the loosened guardian ring and sliding in effortlessly, the channel still slick with oil and seed from previously.

“You fit perfectly, melethen,” Glorfindel said as Erestor began to move. Soon nothing could be heard except for the slapping of flesh upon flesh as the darkling elf let himself go, relishing in the freedom – nay, the victory – of loving and being loved in return by one who was now so much a part of his psyche that he doubted that either of them would be able to determine where each of them began or finished.

“Come for me,” Erestor ground out, and Glorfindel reached for his own leaking erection, stroking it almost brutally to bring himself over the edge, his seed spurting over his stomach and chest. Erestor gave an almost animalistic scream as he emptied himself, his body trembling at the force of his orgasm. Exhausted, his breathing shallow, he fell on top of Glorfindel, aftershocks still coursing through him.

Dropping his legs either side, Glorfindel held his mate, feeling the trembling slowly dissipate. When Erestor took him for the first time only an hour ago it was incredible; this time it was even more so, and Glorfindel now wished he had suggested reversing rolls a lot earlier. Stroking the darkling elf’s sweat-soaked hair, he heard Erestor give a little sigh.

“We need a bath,” Erestor said.

Glorfindel smiled. “We do indeed, melethen. I think a nice, long soak would do us both some good.”

“Though one never knows what could happen while we are having the bath.”

Glorfindel’s eyes widened. “Surely you can not mean…?”

Erestor raised his head, an impish grin on his face. “Forgive me for teasing you, maethoren vain. I do not think I could do much more except sleep after our…exertions.”

“Then, ervainen vorn,” Glorfindel said, giving Erestor’s rump a small slap, “we had best get up now; otherwise both of us will fall asleep.”

Erestor rolled aside and allowed his mate to get up, enjoying the view as a naked Glorfindel went into their bathing chamber. The sound of running water was soon heard, and Erestor stretched in much the same way as his cat, Aranel, did, including the almost jaw-breaking yawn.

“So much for our swim,” Erestor said as Glorfindel returned to gather their robes.

“Another time, mayhap.”

“Mayhap,” Erestor responded, a wicked gleam once more appearing in his eyes.

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Elvish translations:

ervainen vorn – my dark beautiful one
maethoren vain – my beautiful warrior
melethen – my love

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