Glorfindel's Fantasy

Glorfindel's Fantasy

Posted: December 8, 2006
Title: Glorfindel’s Fantasy
Author: Tena
Type: FCS
Characters: Glorfindel/Thranduil
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Prof. J.R.R. Tolkien. I make no claim to these characters and use them solely for entertainment purposes. No money is being made.
Warnings: Light bondage, whips, m/m consensual sex
Author's Notes: Also written for 50 kinkyways prompt #18 whips/paddles. Thranduil’s Kinky Table

Summary: Written for Thalassa, for inspiring me with her Halloween picture she made for me.

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Glorfindel’s fantasy was finally coming true. He would have the Mirkwood King, Thranduil. Glorfindel had thought about this night for some time; what he would do to the beautiful king. Thranduil had been in Imladris for the fall season and soon it would turn cold and he had to return to Mirkwood before the first snow fell. For several months, Glorfindel had spent time with the king but had not found the courage to approach him privately and tell him of his lustful feelings.

Glorfindel did not want a sweet gentle night of lovemaking with Thranduil, no; he wanted to dominate the king, restrain him, and have him begging him to take him hard and give him release. That is what had fueled Glorfindel’s dreams since meeting Thranduil. These were the plans he made for tonight. He had approached Thranduil after dinner and asked him to join him for a walk. Thranduil happily agreed. He had his own fantasies about the legendary, golden warrior and he hoped he could live them out before he returned home.

They walked into the night, headed for a place only Glorfindel knew about, each carrying a goblet of wine and Glorfindel had a skin filled with wine slung across his shoulder.

“When will you be returning home, my lord?” Glorfindel asked.

“”If I am to make it home before the first snow, I must leave in two weeks.”

“I am glad you have spent so time with us. I have enjoyed getting to know you, King Thranduil.” Glorfindel smiled.

“Glorfindel, please call me Thranduil. I am not king here and would prefer us to be informal.”

“Of course, Thranduil, as you wish.” Glorfindel led him through a thick area of trees and brush and into a beautiful clearing. They walked to the far end of the clearing and Glorfindel sat at the base of a large tree and motioned for Thranduil to join him.

Sitting next to each other, shoulders touching, Thranduil’s heart raced. He chided himself for being so nervous; he was a king after all. “It is a lovely night,” he breathed deep.

“Yes, it is, but not as lovely as my company.” Glorfindel whispered in the king’s ear.

Thranduil choked on his wine, wiping the liquid from his chin, he stared at Glorfindel. “What?”

Glorfindel smiled wickedly. “You are beautiful, Thranduil,” he leaned closer, his lips stopping just before they touched the other’s, waiting for Thranduil to make a move. He watched as the king’s eyes closed and he grinned as he licked across Thranduil’s plump bottom lip. “So beautiful.” Then he took Thranduil in a passionate kiss.

They fought for control of the kiss, turning to gain a hold on the other. After several minutes of grappling and panting, Thranduil found himself under the warrior and his arousal evident. Glorfindel shifted slightly above the king, causing their still clothed erections to rub together. They both moaned at the sensation.

Glorfindel began working the ties and clasps of Thranduil’s clothing and soon the king was nude to the waist. Glorfindel sat straddling the other’s hips, stroked the firm chest of the king, stopping to pinch his nipples and twisting slightly. Thranduil moaned and arched under Glorfindel causing the groins to grind. Thranduil pulled Glorfindel down for another kiss and he fisted the golden mane of the Captain of Imladris.

“I have fantasized about you.” Thranduil whispered against his lips.

Glorfindel nuzzled the king’s neck. “Mmm…and I have thought of you and us together, just in this position.”

Thranduil chuckled. “Our roles were reversed in my fantasies.”

“Just let go of your control. Trust me to take care of you. I know what you need,” Glorfindel licked the shell of Thranduil’s ear and bit the lobe, sucking it into his mouth. “Give control to me for a while. Let me make the decisions. Just let yourself enjoy.”

Giving up control was not easy for Thranduil. He always had to be in control of his emotions, feelings, his land and his people. His thoughts raced as he considered Glorfindel’s proposal. Taking a deep breath, he nodded.

“Good.” Glorfindel smiled and plunged his tongue between the kiss-swollen lips. Thranduil clasped Glorfindel’s shoulders, who took the king’s hands and raised them above his head. Thranduil writhed as Glorfindel ground his groin against his. He did not register that Glorfindel had been tying his hands with rope from around the base of the tree.

Glorfindel sat back up smiling.

“What…Why…untie me, Glorfindel.” Thranduil struggled against his bonds.

“Nay, my king. Trust me, remember?” Glorfindel pulled a pillow from behind the tree and placed it under the king’s head.

Glorfindel reached to remove the circlet from Thranduil’s head and then thought better. “No, I think this should stay in place.”

The wood elf’s thoughts raced. He wanted to trust Glorfindel, to surrender but with each moment, he could feel the panic rising. Glorfindel could sense the turmoil in the king and he gently stroked and caressed Thranduil’s chest, pinching the pink nipples, teasing the king. Thranduil whimpered and Glorfindel loosened the ties of the king’s leggings, releasing the straining erection. Thranduil watched, as Glorfindel licked his lips and eyed his shafted.

“My king, I will have you at my mercy. You will scream my name as you spill your seed, but first, I will taste you.” Glorfindel dipped his head and engulfed the king’s swollen rod in one move.

Thranduil gasped and thrust his hips, as the heat surrounded him. He fought the bindings holding his arms and thrashed his head from side to side. Just as he thought, he was falling over the edge; Glorfindel pulled off him with a pop and stood.

“Wait, why are you stopping?” The king panted, as the cool night air blew over his wet shaft.

Glorfindel disappeared from his line of sight for a moment and reappeared shirtless. Thranduil’s eyes glazed over and he licked his lips. Glorfindel smiled. “Now, my lord, do not move. I do not wish to harm you. You must hold perfectly still.”

Thranduil nodded and then his eyes opened wide when he saw a whip uncurl from Glorfindel’s hand. “No, wait; what are you going to do?”

“I thought that was obvious, Thranduil. Now, hold still.” Glorfindel pulled the whip across Thranduil’s thighs, causing him to jerk slightly. Then he shivered as the golden warrior drug the whip across his chest, arms, abdomen and finally circling his still hard erection.

Glorfindel took a few steps backwards, away from Thranduil, and swung the whip in the air. The king watched the whip circle the blonde’s head and with a quick snap of his wrist, the whip came down on Thranduil’s thigh. The wood-elf flinched, waiting for the pain, but only felt a slight sting on his thigh. Glorfindel had only allowed the tip to touch the king.

Thranduil’s heart raced and his breathing came faster as the whip circled again. Glorfindel smiled wickedly when Thranduil’s panic filled eyes met his own. “Take a deep breath, my beautiful king.” As he did, Glorfindel brought the whip down again, a little harder this time, leaving a red streak above the knee.

Thranduil grimaced and pulled on the ropes. Then he realized his erection had not waned and had in fact, become even harder and he ached for release. In quick succession, Glorfindel brought the whip down three times, alternating his strikes on Thranduil’s thighs. The king’s erection pulsed in time with his heartbeats. He had never felt so aroused and could not believe being restrained and whipped was causing these feelings.

Thranduil’s eyes were closed tightly and his teeth clenched. He panted and his body shivered. Glorfindel waited for him to calm, watching his reaction carefully.

Thranduil finally calmed and opened his eyes. He looked directly at Glorfindel, “More.”

He whispered.

Glorfindel smiled triumphantly and nodded. His face turned hard in concentration and he again swung the whip and snapped it in the air causing a loud crack to echo in the trees around them. Thranduil jumped at the sound and then at the sting and pain across his thighs as the whip struck several more times. There were now numerous whelps, several with tiny blood droplets beginning to form, on the king’s thighs.

Thranduil heard Glorfindel moving around him and he opened his eyes, while he tried to slow his breathing down. Glorfindel stepped beside the king, dropped the whip and began removing his boots and leggings. The king had not noticed how hard Glorfindel had become during their activities, but now the warrior’s arousal was evident as his erection bobbed free from his leggings and stood out proudly from his body.

The blonde warrior chuckled as Thranduil licked his lips, never taking his eyes from Glorfindel’s erection. “See something you like?”

Thranduil nodded and watched the shaft come closer as Glorfindel straddled his chest and leaned forward, bracing on the tree and let his arousal touch the king’s lips. He eagerly licked the tip and opened his mouth to allow Glorfindel to slide himself inside. Thranduil moaned, as he finally tasted the object of his desires. Glorfindel pistoned his hips slowly at first, then increased the speed as Thranduil worked his shaft by sucking and licking with each pass. His own erection was leaking heavily on his stomach.

Glorfindel pulled away and moved between Thranduil’s thighs. Scooping the liquid pooling on the king’s abdomen, he coated his fingers and quickly but carefully, prepared Thranduil’s passage.

Thranduil pleaded with his soon to be lover. “Saes, Glorfindel, take me now.”

“As you wish, my king.” Glorfindel pressed the king’s knees to his chest and pushed his erection in the wet passage in one thrust. Both threw their heads back at the overwhelming sensations they had dreamed about.

Glorfindel leaned forward and kissed Thranduil, making deep swipes, tasting the king fully.

“Please, Glorfindel, melethronen, move, please.” Thranduil begged.

Glorfindel growled and then began thrusting hard and fast. Thranduil could no longer hold back and was overcome with his orgasm. Crying Glorfindel’s name, multiple streams of semen shot out over his stomach and chest. His muscles tighten around Glorfindel’s shaft and pulling the warrior’s orgasm from him. Thranduil could feel his channel being filled with the hot essence of his lover.

Glorfindel stilled and reached up, pulling the ropes from Thranduil’s arms. The king pulled him to his chest. For many minutes, they lay like this. The king caressed Glorfindel’s sweat covered back and stroked his now tangled hair. Glorfindel slipped from his body and rolled to the side, keeping an arm across Thranduil’s chest.

Thranduil found his shirt, wiped his seed off, and then lovingly cleaned Glorfindel. Lying back down on his side, facing the golden one, they smiled.

“How did you know, Glorfindel?”

“Such responsibility takes its toll. Letting go of control and responsibility allows you another level of release. It is more intense because of the trust you must give another. Do you not agree?”

“I certainly agree. I never thought I could be so aroused by pain,” he pressed on his elbow to look at his thighs. “They are already fading.” He traced the streaked with his fingers, then grinned at his lover. “You have done this before.”

Glorfindel nodded and smiled, pulling Thranduil back into his arms. “Yes, I have. If you should ever need my services again, all you need to do is ask.” They kissed deeply for along time.

Thranduil chuckled. “I will have to think of a good excuse for you to come to Mirkwood for the winter.”

“It will be my pleasure.” Glorfindel rolled to his back, bringing the king on top of him. “I think I would like to spend the winter in your service.”

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THE END

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