A FINAL NIGHT by Erulisse (one L)
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b2memB2MeM Prompt, Card and Number:O64: Fire (30-Red), Butterscotch (32-Yellow), Gentian flowers (35-Indigo), Psychological horror (103-Horror)
Format: Ficlet
Genre: NSFW
Rating: X
Warnings: Spanking, bondage and ejaculation – all present.
Characters: Thranduil, Haldir
Pairings:Thranduil, Haldir
Creator’s Notes (optional):I pulled back quite a bit, but really, the story is about their sexual chemistry and to have them spend their last night without sex seemed ridiculous. Thus, a bit of X-rating without fading into black. AND...this gives me Bingo on the Horror card! Whoot!
Summary:After the requisite State Banquet, Thranduil and Haldir return to the Chamber for a last night of sexual games and sleep together. The morning will come too soon.
A FINAL NIGHT
The final night of Haldir's visit required their attendance at a full "State Banquet". Instead of the informal meals he had been sharing with the King in the Chamber or in his rooms, they were in the large hall with too many elves dressed to impress. Haldir was NOT impressed, indeed, tonight was tiresome. Some idiot had decided that the ambience of a roaring fire outweighed the fact that so many bodies naturally raised the heat in the room, therefore the banquet was blazing hot - just short of unbearable.
There were flowery speeches from the King as well as his Chamberlain, praising the alliance between the Golden Wood and the Northern Halls of the Greenwood. After the speeches, course after course of over-spiced or simply ridiculous foods were placed in front of the diners, then whisked away, only to be replaced by the next. There were fowl, roasted but with their feathers replaced for the sake of appearance. There were roasted spider legs which Haldir respectfully declined, and tongue of warg, which he also didn’t want to eat. Ending the evening was a dessert of an iced pudding covered by hardened butterscotch. The King had chosen the dessert because he knew Haldir loved the flavor and Haldir ate two portions of it.
Finally the ceremonial portion of the night ended and the two elves moved back to the Chamber for a last time. “Ooof! That was too much food. My horse might refuse to carry me back home tomorrow,” Haldir complained as he shook his head, remembering the feast.
"Oh, speaking of travel, I put a bag of Gentian bark into your pack. As you pass the checkpoint to the south, leave it with the guards and they will pass it on to Elrond Half-Elven. He uses it for healing and has run short,” Thranduil said, as he unbuttoned his state robes, breathing a sigh of relief as he stripped the heavily embroidered garment from his shoulders.
Haldir nodded, then feeling a sharp look from his lover, looked up. "Your pardon, Master. Yes, I will be happy to deliver the medicine to the guards."
"Better. Always respond with words, not actions." The Chamber was lighted in a subtle low light and all of the cabinet doors were open. "In the morning you leave. Choose one toy or action you would like me to use on you. Afterward we will spend the rest of the night here in our bed.”
Haldir walked the circumference of the room. He shivered, remembering many of the items they had used over the past week. He stroked a finger down the handle of a crop, then moved on. He flicked the strands of a flogger, but left it behind. A set of nipple clamps were picked up, but then rehung. He left the cabinets behind and walked to the spanking bench. "This is what I want for my final night, Master. Your hands on me and no other toys. I want nothing separating us tonight."
Thranduil nodded approval. "Come here, so that I can cover your eyes with silk. You will not know when or where the next blow will land." He tied a cloth over Haldir's eyes, and helped position him over the bench, fastening the cuffs at wrists and ankles. "Comfortable?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," the other elf responded, almost quivering with anticipation.
"I will give you something to remember me as you leave tomorrow," the King said. He began spanking. He varied the tempo, the force and the location of each blow, torturing his lover with the anticipation of the unknown. Soon Haldir's buttocks were colored a bright red, and he was trembling, trying not to squirm. The King lowered his mouth giving a sharp bite to the reddened butt cheek. "You may come, Marchwarden" he said, stroking and pulling the elf's blood-engorged cock. With a muffled scream, Haldir stiffened, then panted as his semen coated the floor below him.
Thranduil released the restraints and helped Haldir walk over to a tub of warmed water awaiting him in the bathing chamber. He washed him gently, dried him in a large, soft towel and brought him to the bed they would share that night. As Haldir fell asleep in his arms, he wished, not for the first time, that the two of them could stay together for longer than a few days at a time. “No matter,” he mumbled to himself. “I will take what I can. Maybe someday it can be more.” He slept, knowing that morning would come too soon for both of them.
Format: Ficlet
Genre: NSFW
Rating: X
Warnings: Spanking, bondage and ejaculation – all present.
Characters: Thranduil, Haldir
Pairings:Thranduil, Haldir
Creator’s Notes (optional):I pulled back quite a bit, but really, the story is about their sexual chemistry and to have them spend their last night without sex seemed ridiculous. Thus, a bit of X-rating without fading into black. AND...this gives me Bingo on the Horror card! Whoot!
Summary:After the requisite State Banquet, Thranduil and Haldir return to the Chamber for a last night of sexual games and sleep together. The morning will come too soon.
A FINAL NIGHT
The final night of Haldir's visit required their attendance at a full "State Banquet". Instead of the informal meals he had been sharing with the King in the Chamber or in his rooms, they were in the large hall with too many elves dressed to impress. Haldir was NOT impressed, indeed, tonight was tiresome. Some idiot had decided that the ambience of a roaring fire outweighed the fact that so many bodies naturally raised the heat in the room, therefore the banquet was blazing hot - just short of unbearable.
There were flowery speeches from the King as well as his Chamberlain, praising the alliance between the Golden Wood and the Northern Halls of the Greenwood. After the speeches, course after course of over-spiced or simply ridiculous foods were placed in front of the diners, then whisked away, only to be replaced by the next. There were fowl, roasted but with their feathers replaced for the sake of appearance. There were roasted spider legs which Haldir respectfully declined, and tongue of warg, which he also didn’t want to eat. Ending the evening was a dessert of an iced pudding covered by hardened butterscotch. The King had chosen the dessert because he knew Haldir loved the flavor and Haldir ate two portions of it.
Finally the ceremonial portion of the night ended and the two elves moved back to the Chamber for a last time. “Ooof! That was too much food. My horse might refuse to carry me back home tomorrow,” Haldir complained as he shook his head, remembering the feast.
"Oh, speaking of travel, I put a bag of Gentian bark into your pack. As you pass the checkpoint to the south, leave it with the guards and they will pass it on to Elrond Half-Elven. He uses it for healing and has run short,” Thranduil said, as he unbuttoned his state robes, breathing a sigh of relief as he stripped the heavily embroidered garment from his shoulders.
Haldir nodded, then feeling a sharp look from his lover, looked up. "Your pardon, Master. Yes, I will be happy to deliver the medicine to the guards."
"Better. Always respond with words, not actions." The Chamber was lighted in a subtle low light and all of the cabinet doors were open. "In the morning you leave. Choose one toy or action you would like me to use on you. Afterward we will spend the rest of the night here in our bed.”
Haldir walked the circumference of the room. He shivered, remembering many of the items they had used over the past week. He stroked a finger down the handle of a crop, then moved on. He flicked the strands of a flogger, but left it behind. A set of nipple clamps were picked up, but then rehung. He left the cabinets behind and walked to the spanking bench. "This is what I want for my final night, Master. Your hands on me and no other toys. I want nothing separating us tonight."
Thranduil nodded approval. "Come here, so that I can cover your eyes with silk. You will not know when or where the next blow will land." He tied a cloth over Haldir's eyes, and helped position him over the bench, fastening the cuffs at wrists and ankles. "Comfortable?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," the other elf responded, almost quivering with anticipation.
"I will give you something to remember me as you leave tomorrow," the King said. He began spanking. He varied the tempo, the force and the location of each blow, torturing his lover with the anticipation of the unknown. Soon Haldir's buttocks were colored a bright red, and he was trembling, trying not to squirm. The King lowered his mouth giving a sharp bite to the reddened butt cheek. "You may come, Marchwarden" he said, stroking and pulling the elf's blood-engorged cock. With a muffled scream, Haldir stiffened, then panted as his semen coated the floor below him.
Thranduil released the restraints and helped Haldir walk over to a tub of warmed water awaiting him in the bathing chamber. He washed him gently, dried him in a large, soft towel and brought him to the bed they would share that night. As Haldir fell asleep in his arms, he wished, not for the first time, that the two of them could stay together for longer than a few days at a time. “No matter,” he mumbled to himself. “I will take what I can. Maybe someday it can be more.” He slept, knowing that morning would come too soon for both of them.
