Between Father And Son

Between Father And Son

Posted: November 2004
Title: Between Father and Son
Author: Tindulaith
Type: FCHet, FCS
Characters: Thranduil/Legolas/OFC (female)
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own the Elvenking or his son, but I do borrow them from time to time.

Summary: The title says it all

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The Garden

Thranduil, known to many as the last Elvenking, wandered alone through his gardens on this moonlit night. Sleep would not come to the king and so he had taken to his private grounds to see if he could ease the stress he had felt of late. As he wandered the pathways through the pools and fountains, the sounds of hurried breaths and aroused sighs came to his keen ears, and both amused that some young lovers were enjoying each other, and disgruntled that they had intruded upon his privacy, he continued to walk toward the sounds.

His queen long dead, Thranduil had spent little time in thoughts of sex and females, although he never tired of watching beautiful Elf Maidens as they paraded through his court. And, until hearing those ragged gasps, taking a new wife or even a lover had not been anything he had even considered. But now he felt his shaft tighten and stir within his leggings and the closer he came to the pair, the harder he became.

He could hear them plainly now, just behind the hedge rows, and as he made the last turn on feet silent and purposeful in their destination, he saw them, naked upon the grass, moonlit pale and golden. His heart beat faster as he recognized the male. It was his youngest son, Legolas. Beautiful Legolas, the last of his children, and the light of his later years. He started to back away and leave them to their lovemaking, but at that moment his son's head rose up in his passion and he looked straight into the eyes of his father.

There was no shame or embarrassment in his son's aroused eyes as he regarded his father, only a startled expression. Obviously he had not thought anyone would enter the gardens at this hour of the night and that he and his lover would be alone and undisturbed. Legolas' eyes traveled down to his father's groin, noting the unusual arrangement of his trousers and his smile turned to a knowing grin. Seeing his son's eyes lower and then alight upon his throbbing member and then the smirk of a smile, only added to the king's excitement and his shaft now demanded release.

Before he realized what he was doing, the king began to shed his tunic and shirt. His boots were next and last of all, his over tight leggings were shed; he then walked toward his son and his unsuspecting partner. Still thrusting deep within her, Legolas rolled her onto her side and beckoned his father to join them.

Thranduil knelt upon the grass and then stretched out along the Elf maid's back, slowly molding his lean, hard body the length of her and pressing his shaft to her warm and rounded bottom. At the touch of another body against her back, she emitted a frightened squeal, but Legolas covered her mouth with his, murmuring softly to her, telling her not to be frightened. They only wished to doubly pleasure her, but she tensed and tried to push away from Legolas. He laughed and held her tightly, softly stroking her breast and then rubbing her nipple until her thoughts of flight were a thing of the past. She moaned against his neck, kissing the soft skin below his ear and nibbling at the tender lobe.

Thranduil's hand slid down her hip and around the curve of her bottom, thrusting his hips against her and pressing his chest along her back. His lips pressed to the nape of her neck and he heard her sigh as her hips began to rock back and forth between Legolas and the king. Legolas thrust into her again, slowly and her hands clasped his taut backside and pulled him toward her as her breasts crushed against his chest.

Thranduil slid lower and then swiftly plunged into her tight and nether channel and she cried out in exquisite pain and pleasure as father and son rocked into her as one, filling her completely and smothering her between them. Legolas' tongue plundered her mouth and his hand cupped her breast, grasping the nipple between thumb and forefinger and gently squeezing until she whimpered beneath his lips.

The king's hips thrust deeper and deeper and he clutched her waist until the final burst of his pleasure exploded within him, and her, and he shuddered up and down the length of his body. Legolas, knowing his father was near, waited himself until the last moment and then waited one moment more, prolonging the agony of anticipation until he could no longer contain his seed and it spilled hot and warm inside her.

The maid, her mouth filled with Legolas cried deep within her throat as first one and then the other came within her and her own body vibrated like a harp, and her own pleasure erupted from the core of her center and radiated outward until she was writhing between them, her legs wrapped about Legolas' hips and Thranduil's arms wrapped around her waist.

All three lay spent and heaving, yet reluctant to move, until finally the king withdrew and slowly pulled away from the maid. He rose to his knees and looked down at his son's sated face. He smiled as well and then quietly rose to his feet. By the time he had retrieved his clothes Legolas had again rolled atop the maid and was suckling at her breast while thrusting his slender fingers inside her, readying her again. The king smiled, thinking back on his youth, and quietly left the two to continue their lovemaking. As for himself, he was thoroughly satisfied and now ready for sleep.

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The Party

Legolas leaned against the opened balcony door frame and watched his father seated across the room upon his oaken throne. An enigmatic smile played at the corner of his wine flushed lips and his eyes gazed approvingly at the bevy of Elf maidens flocked about his sire. It was Thranduil's Conception Day Celebration, and after six millennia, the festivities were grand indeed. Even at this late hour, hundreds of Elf Lords and maidens still danced and mingled amid the bounteous feasts laid out upon the numerous gilded tables. Even the ancient Wood Elves and their kindred were in attendance and all were merry and brazen, and singing lusty songs of the hunt and sexual conquest.

Watching the blushing maidens flutter about his father like moths to a flame aroused the young prince and together with the headiness of the Dorwinion wine, gave him many a salacious thought. He studied his father as the elder Elf skillfully culled the maiden of his choice from the larger group and with her slender arm entwined with his, arose from his throne and headed toward his son.

Legolas stepped back away from the door and moved toward the moonlit stone parapet. The light from the shining orb was bright and silver-white and bathed the small balcony in a subdued wash of moon glow. The prince turned from the rail at the king's entrance and the elleth gasped with surprise at the sight of the younger version of her heart's desire.

The king walked her toward the edge of the wall and glanced at his son with a lascivious grin. His hand was upon the maid's ribcage, cupping her full breast. "My son," he said to the maid by way of introduction as his face leaned down toward hers and he turned her toward him. His sensuous lips brushed hers for a fleeting moment and then he looked up at Legolas over her shoulder.

The prince's eyes darkened with desire and the strong effects of the wine and he placed his slender, graceful hands upon the maid's shoulders and brought his lips down to her neck. The young maiden turned confused, frightened eyes up to her king, but the elder Elf merely smiled down at her and brought his mouth down upon hers, his tongue diving deeply within, seeking hers. She whimpered softly within her throat and sighed against the king's chest, her arms slowly rising up to his shoulders and clutching desperately at his back.

Legolas pulled aside her golden hair and revealed an elegantly pointed ear and began to lick the sensitive skin of its outer rim. He could feel her shiver beneath his hands and his nimble fingers moved to her back and began unlacing the ties to her satin gown. Within moments her bodice was undone and he slid the shiny, soft material off her shoulders and pulled it down to her waist, exposing her pale breasts.

Thranduil's hands swiftly moved up her torso and held each full breast within his strong hands, kneading them none too gently and pulling at the hardening nipples as his kiss continued to rob her of breath. Legolas slid his lips down her neck to the nape and then slowly licked his way down her spine and then back up again. The blood was singing within his veins and his hands fumbled with the ties of his leggings as his hard, eager shaft demanded release.

Once freed, he stepped forward and grasped the cloth of her voluminous skirts and pulled them upward until her beautiful, curved bottom was bared and his hands clasped each soft cheek. Legolas leaned back upon the balcony and widened his stance as he pulled the maiden back toward his waiting member. He could feel her squirm beneath his hands, but a glance at his father was enough to urge the elder Elf to push the maid further backward until she was tightly squeezed between them.

Legolas held her hips firmly within his hands and pushed upward into her, thrusting eagerly and finding resistance that further excited him as her tight channel enveloped his throbbing organ. Blinded by the wine and his own hungry desire, he pumped his hips into her again and again, even as he heard her cry out, but her moans were muffled by his father's mouth as the king crushed her between their bodies. Thranduil's hand slid beneath her skirt and found its way to her mound and there his fingers began a slow, rhythmic massage of her young and newly aroused sex.

With one final, shuddering thrust, the prince drove into her, filling her with his seed and cried out his own delirious gratification. The elleth between them gasped and moaned her own fulfillment and sighed against the king's chest, her hands wound within his golden mane of hair as wave after wave of intense pleasure shuddered through her.

Thranduil pulled her closer and eased her away from his son, who staggered back, his chest still heaving from his exertion and his face flushed and hot. He clasped his member with a trembling hand and meant to return it to his trousers when he gasped with anguish as he saw the blood darkened head, a crimson stain upon his pale skin. His anxious eyes looked to his father's smirking face and his painful whisper broke the stillness of the night air.

"She was a virgin?"

Thranduil's eyes darkened with lust and his leer widened. "Yes," he answered. "And now that you have opened her, I shall continue her education."

Legolas' face cringed with shame and his eyes fell from his father's laughing grin.

"Oh, do not pout so, Legolas," the king laughed as he cupped the maid's upturned chin. "There is no dishonor in deflowering a maid who so very much desired it."

And with that remark, the king effortlessly swept the maiden into his arms and carried her back into the palace. Legolas stared after them, his heart hammering within his chest and a terrible wrenching began within his gut. His father had bested him once again; used him to further his own lurid desires, and yet he could not deny the hunger that had overcome him at the thought of once again sharing a female with his father. The excitement he had experienced as she writhed between them had been overpowering; even now his body betrayed him. He could feel the stirrings of desire surging upward once again within his loins.

Angrily he straightened his attire and pushed away from the stone wall. He reeled around toward the door and then prepared once again to enter the great hall. He had no need of his father to seduce a willing maid. He had but to choose.

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The Bath

Legolas leaned his head back against the smooth stone edge of the bathing pool. His long, wet hair fell across his shoulders and the hot, steaming water swirled and gurgled about his torso. He stretched his arms out to either side and rested them upon the pool's edge and let his eyelids slowly close. The water felt wonderful, hot and soothing, easing tired muscles. He had only just returned from an extended patrol and it felt glorious to wash away the dirt and grime of travel. He breathed in deeply of the scented oils that burned within the small niches carved within the walls and scattered about the huge and elaborate royal bathing chamber. The thermal vents heated the pool with steam produced deep within the volcanic mountain fortress and blew a constant stream of warmed air over the enclosed bathing grotto. He sighed with pleasure and was near drifting off to sleep when he heard approaching voices and feminine laughter.

His eyes flew open and he sat upright so suddenly that his hair left a trail of tiny, wet splatter marks upon the stones as his head swung toward the entrance. If he had any thought to leave before they entered, it was not to be, for at that very moment his father entered the bathing chamber, a golden goblet of wine in one hand and a very beautiful female in the other. King Thranduil saw his son's startled face and grinned, drawing the woman closer to his side.

"Ah, Legolas," he waved his wine cup toward his son by way of a salute. "May I introduce you to Luna?"

The so named Luna smiled down upon the Prince with a boldness that stirred his shaft and he could feel it stiffen beneath the churning waters of the bath. He could not take his eyes off her and blurted out his shock and surprise.

"Adar, he no firen!" [Father, she is human!]

Thranduil tossed his golden mane of hair back and laughed heartily. "Aye, my son, that she is." He turned to the woman and kissed her perfect cheek and then her long neck. He glanced back toward Legolas, with blazing blue eyes. "And what an exquisite one at that, don't you think?"

Legolas had of course seen human females before, but certainly never one naked. His eyes could not look away from her as his father slowly took the shoulders of her robe and slid them down her arms, revealing her body in slow, sensual portions. Unlike the Elven maids that he knew who were tall, slender and athletic, this human woman was all curves, swells and soft, round mounds. Her body was voluptuous and arousing and he stared transfixed as she gracefully stepped down into the pool, allowing Thranduil's guiding arm to ease her down the carved and sunken steps.

The ache in his groin grew almost painful as he watched her breasts float upon the hot water. The delicate pink nipples surfacing and then submerging as the water whirled over and around them. Her hand slid up and under one luscious mound and held it, her fingers gently curled about its underside as if offering it up to him as a gift. Legolas gasped, mesmerized by her vision, and found his hand reaching out toward her, desperately wanting to touch that soft, pale skin.

The King tossed his robe aside and stood above the pool, haughtily glancing down at the two already within. His tall, hard body was elegant and regal and his own imposing member hard and stiff towering above them. The woman turned as Thranduil stepped down the stones and waded toward her. He halted in front of her kneeling form, his shaft mere inches from her sensuous lips. She gazed up at the golden Elvenking with hungry, wanton eyes glazed with desire.

"Taste me, my lovely," the King ordered, his wine-dark eyes leering at the flaxen haired beauty before him.

Luna did not hesitate as she brought her lips to the wavering head and gently twirled her tongue about its tip. Thranduil's head went back as he sighed with pleasure at her first touch and his hands tangled in her thick, wavy hair, drawing her closer to him. Her hands slide up his rock hard thighs and came to rest on his taut backside and her hot, eager mouth slid up the length of his member, her teeth teasing as they slid along the hard shaft. Thranduil groaned, his hips pumping toward her with growing intensity.

Legolas could hardly breathe as he watched the woman take his father's length into her mouth and swallow him whole. His own shaft was now so hard that the pain was almost unbearable. He swam the short distance across the pool toward the pair and came up behind the woman until his graceful hands slid under Luna's arms and clutched each full breast, kneading and crushing them beneath his fingers.

His lips found her neck and he began to kiss the skin beneath her ear and then he slowly traveled down to her shoulder, his lips sucking, teeth nipping. His fingers sought and found each hard nipple and rubbed and then squeezed until she whimpered against his father's abdomen. He ran his right hand down her stomach and into the curls at the juncture of her thighs and his fingers easily slid inside her. He moaned into her neck, his face buried in her scented hair and moved closer to her.

Reaching down to his throbbing member he brought the stiffened shaft toward her awaiting channel and then drove deeply up and into her with a long hard thrust of his hips. A cry of sheer ecstasy escaped his lips as he filled her completely. Luna gasped and clamped down upon the King, sucking harder and harder until Thranduil, himself cried out as his seed exploded into her warm mouth and he shuddered as the waves of pleasure rippled through him.

Legolas thrust into her again, harder, deeper and she gasped, arching her body against his chest and releasing her grip upon the King. Thranduil sank down to his knees, allowing the hot waters to swirl about him. He clasped Luna's face within his palms and crushed his mouth to hers; tasting his hot essence as well as her own as his tongue drove deeper into her.

Behind her, Legolas' hips pumped savagely against her backside one final time and he growled hungrily as the spasms of his orgasm shook his body, leaving him panting and flushed. At the same moment Luna cried out her own exquisite pleasure as the core of her center burst with shivering, relentless currents of delight that left her weak and trembling.

All three then fell away from each other and sank into the heated pool, sated and languid and barely able to move. Legolas' eyes found his father's and he stared at the King.

"I must have her," he murmured in a voice only Elven ears could hear.

Thranduil's eyes gleamed with triumph and he grinned back at his son. "But she is mine." His arms wrapped about Luna's shoulders possessively and he drew her closer.

"You have women enough," Legolas scowled as the anger and desire grew within him, torturing him with its burning need.

Thranduil laughed cruelly and shook his head. "But only one that *you* desire." He paused as he suddenly rose up from the waters and drew Luna up with him. "And cannot have." Legolas could only stare at their glistening bodies as they stepped out of the surging waters of the bath; the heat of his lust building within him again as his eyes traveled over her beautiful form one last time.

Without another word to his son, the King turned and left the heated chamber, his lovely Luna at his side. Legolas bit down upon his lip until the blood came and his eyes darkened to a cobalt blue, but he did not call after his father, and Luna did not look back.

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THE END