SOFT DISCIPLINE by Erulisse (one L)
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b2memB2MeM Prompt, Card and Number:I25: Lava (31-Orange), Robin eggs (34-Blue), (Discipline - 136-NSFW & Kinks - unclaimed card)
Format: Ficlet
Genre:NSFW
Rating: R
Warnings: Borderline X, but just shy.
Characters: Thranduil, Haldir
Pairings:Thranduil, Haldir
Creator’s Notes (optional):We're back in the Chamber once more. Let's try some bondage techniques, shall we? How about a bit of rope.
Summary:After a break with time to wander through the private gardens of the Woodland realm, Thranduil and Haldir return to their private Chamber.
SOFT DISCIPLINE
Thranduil and Haldir walked through the private gardens of the caverns. It was always a surprise to the Lórien elf, when he passed the borders of sheer rock and entered the protected caldera of the ancient, dead volcano. Few had realized that the mound inside which the Woodland elves lived was actually the remnants of a dead fire mountain, but Thranduil had showed this surprise to him long years before.
"Look there," Thranduil said, changing his focused gaze from the lava and crystalline walls to a small tree nearby. "Do you see? A robin's nest, there in the fork of the branches."
Haldir smiled as he spied the nest carefully hidden from predators with a robin seated carefully within the woven basket of twigs and feathers. A single broken turquoise shell was on the ground below.
The King crouched and picked up the shards of the shattered egg. Looking up at his companion, he smiled. "The turquoise of robin eggs always reminds me of your eyes." His own green eyes darkened. "Are you ready to leave this retreat and return to the Chamber?"
"As you desire, Master," the Marchwarden replied, challenge in his eyes and a smile on his lips.
Later that day, after Haldir was bound with soft ropes keeping him immobile, Thranduil began to work up and down his body, stroking and tickling with a variety of feathers. A gag kept the Lothlórien elf from crying out too loudly, but his erection was proof that this soft discipline was no torture.
Format: Ficlet
Genre:NSFW
Rating: R
Warnings: Borderline X, but just shy.
Characters: Thranduil, Haldir
Pairings:Thranduil, Haldir
Creator’s Notes (optional):We're back in the Chamber once more. Let's try some bondage techniques, shall we? How about a bit of rope.
Summary:After a break with time to wander through the private gardens of the Woodland realm, Thranduil and Haldir return to their private Chamber.
SOFT DISCIPLINE
Thranduil and Haldir walked through the private gardens of the caverns. It was always a surprise to the Lórien elf, when he passed the borders of sheer rock and entered the protected caldera of the ancient, dead volcano. Few had realized that the mound inside which the Woodland elves lived was actually the remnants of a dead fire mountain, but Thranduil had showed this surprise to him long years before.
"Look there," Thranduil said, changing his focused gaze from the lava and crystalline walls to a small tree nearby. "Do you see? A robin's nest, there in the fork of the branches."
Haldir smiled as he spied the nest carefully hidden from predators with a robin seated carefully within the woven basket of twigs and feathers. A single broken turquoise shell was on the ground below.
The King crouched and picked up the shards of the shattered egg. Looking up at his companion, he smiled. "The turquoise of robin eggs always reminds me of your eyes." His own green eyes darkened. "Are you ready to leave this retreat and return to the Chamber?"
"As you desire, Master," the Marchwarden replied, challenge in his eyes and a smile on his lips.
Later that day, after Haldir was bound with soft ropes keeping him immobile, Thranduil began to work up and down his body, stroking and tickling with a variety of feathers. A gag kept the Lothlórien elf from crying out too loudly, but his erection was proof that this soft discipline was no torture.
