Seduction and Submission

Beta: Khylaren

3: leather & cream

Lindir's eyes opened from the unnatural sleep. His hands were numb and he tried to flex them, but his arms were firmly bound above his head. He looked frantically around the room and felt his heart slow when he saw his lover standing at the foot of the bed.

"Oropher?" he asked, lifting his head and casting a quizzical look to the King.

Oropher, bare as the day he came into the world, smiled dotingly at the Elf. "I have been planning this for weeks," he said, his voice warm and liquid to Lindir's ears. "Did you not think, in all these years, I would not have noticed?" the King asked, slowly crawling onto the mattress.

"N-n-noticed?" Lindir stammered. It was then that he took in how he was garbed.

From his ankles to his neck, he was encased in well-oiled, shiny black leather. It hugged his lean body, showing not only his slender curves but also his prominent arousal. He shifted under Oropher's gaze and felt the material move against him; his body had been oiled before the leather was placed on his skin.

"Aye. I have noticed how you prefer the tight leather breeches... the leather jerkins... the way you wear the thigh-high leather boots... I see how you fondle the riding crops and the leather aprons the stable hands use." Oropher's voice went right to Lindir's groin and he moaned softly. The King moved up the leather-clad body, dragging his tongue from the material covered shaft to the fastener at Lindir's throat. "I noticed."

Oropher rose and straddled Lindir's narrow waist. The King's arousal bobbed as he settled on the slick surface of his lover's body. "I can feel your need, melethron, and I have tried to give you that which you would not speak of." The King reached out and ran his hands over the smooth surfaces of Lindir's body, using his thumbs to tease the hardened nipples under the material.

Lindir moaned, his eyes slipping shut and he arched against the taunting fingers. "Oropher," he breathed, his length uncomfortably pressing against the leather.

"Aye, melethron," the King said huskily. He leaned over the minstrel, kissing the moist, parted lips tenderly. "You are a vision, linnon dithen. Mithril and midnight," he whispered, his sweet breath caressing Lindir's ear. Oropher began moving against the well-lubricated material, his cock sliding alongside the stiff ridge of Lindir's shaft. "Slick and hard," he continued, his movements firm and steady, pulling a whimper from his lover.

Oropher's breath shuddered before he continued, his sapphire eyes gazing down into Lindir's pewter ones. "I was able to have the tailor give me your measurements," he said, gripping Lindir's hips, the leather creaking as he moved against the prone, tortured body. "He wondered why I needed them, but this was for you and I, no one else. You are mine," he said, kissing Lindir until the minstrel mewled from between bruised lips.

"I then asked two of my most trusted leather workers to create this masterpiece. It clings to your beautiful shape, it leaves nothing and everything to my imagination," he said raggedly, pressing into Lindir more forcefully, his orgasm quickly building. Lindir's broken moans and desperate pants drove the Sindarin King over the cliff and cream pooled on the dark leather.

Lindir watched his King's eyes slowly clear of their passion, his arousal more painful and pronounced than before. The weight atop of him shifted and his eyes widened as he watched Oropher grin wickedly at him.

"I am not through with you, seron vell," Oropher murmured.

Oropher's dark pink tongue snaked out from between the King's swollen lips and Lindir watched in lust-filled amazement as his lover slowly, sensually cleaned the shiny leather of the milky fluid. He throbbed with need every time the Sinda's tongue slid across the taut material of his groin. His lover then stood from the bed, fumbling with something on the floor beside the bed. Lindir's heart pounded in his chest when Oropher remounted the mattress.

The King swiftly untied the lacings that held the leather closed over Lindir's arousal, releasing the darkly colored column to the cool air of the room. Lindir moaned, his hips lifting in silent entreaty.

"Pen vara," Oropher whispered. "I drugged you," he said, continuing the dialogue he had begun. Lindir cried out when a well-oiled, black leather-clad hand wrapped around his desire. "I undressed you." Up, down. Up, down. "I coated your wondrous body with oil scented with sandalwood." Lindir moaned loudly, thrusting up into the wonderfully tight, slick hand. "I then slid your body into this lovely, well-made suit. Smoothed the creases and bound you to our bed."

Lindir panted franticly, lost in touch and sound and smell. "So beautiful." The voice washed over him, enflamed his already burning desire. "Flushed. Needing. Wanting. Come for me."

The minstrel arched off the bed, a rough cry ripped from his throat as his seed flowed over the slick surfaces. Oropher continued to stroke him, milking all he could from his body, until Lindir pleaded with a weak voice.

Oropher licked the opalescent fluid from his fingers and smiled at the glazed eyes of his lover. "Mmmm," he said softly. "Leather and cream."


	Navigation multi-part stories previous Translations linnon dithen - little singer melethron - lover (m) pen vara - eager one seron vell - beloved		Seduction and Submission Beta: Khylaren 3: leather & cream Lindir's eyes opened from the unnatural sleep. His hands were numb and he tried to flex them, but his arms were firmly bound above his head. He looked frantically around the room and felt his heart slow when he saw his lover standing at the foot of the bed. "Oropher?" he asked, lifting his head and casting a quizzical look to the King. Oropher, bare as the day he came into the world, smiled dotingly at the Elf. "I have been planning this for weeks," he said, his voice warm and liquid to Lindir's ears. "Did you not think, in all these years, I would not have noticed?" the King asked, slowly crawling onto the mattress. "N-n-noticed?" Lindir stammered. It was then that he took in how he was garbed. From his ankles to his neck, he was encased in well-oiled, shiny black leather. It hugged his lean body, showing not only his slender curves but also his prominent arousal. He shifted under Oropher's gaze and felt the material move against him; his body had been oiled before the leather was placed on his skin. "Aye. I have noticed how you prefer the tight leather breeches... the leather jerkins... the way you wear the thigh-high leather boots... I see how you fondle the riding crops and the leather aprons the stable hands use." Oropher's voice went right to Lindir's groin and he moaned softly. The King moved up the leather-clad body, dragging his tongue from the material covered shaft to the fastener at Lindir's throat. "I noticed." Oropher rose and straddled Lindir's narrow waist. The King's arousal bobbed as he settled on the slick surface of his lover's body. "I can feel your need, melethron, and I have tried to give you that which you would not speak of." The King reached out and ran his hands over the smooth surfaces of Lindir's body, using his thumbs to tease the hardened nipples under the material. Lindir moaned, his eyes slipping shut and he arched against the taunting fingers. "Oropher," he breathed, his length uncomfortably pressing against the leather. "Aye, melethron," the King said huskily. He leaned over the minstrel, kissing the moist, parted lips tenderly. "You are a vision, linnon dithen. Mithril and midnight," he whispered, his sweet breath caressing Lindir's ear. Oropher began moving against the well-lubricated material, his cock sliding alongside the stiff ridge of Lindir's shaft. "Slick and hard," he continued, his movements firm and steady, pulling a whimper from his lover. Oropher's breath shuddered before he continued, his sapphire eyes gazing down into Lindir's pewter ones. "I was able to have the tailor give me your measurements," he said, gripping Lindir's hips, the leather creaking as he moved against the prone, tortured body. "He wondered why I needed them, but this was for you and I, no one else. You are mine," he said, kissing Lindir until the minstrel mewled from between bruised lips. "I then asked two of my most trusted leather workers to create this masterpiece. It clings to your beautiful shape, it leaves nothing and everything to my imagination," he said raggedly, pressing into Lindir more forcefully, his orgasm quickly building. Lindir's broken moans and desperate pants drove the Sindarin King over the cliff and cream pooled on the dark leather. Lindir watched his King's eyes slowly clear of their passion, his arousal more painful and pronounced than before. The weight atop of him shifted and his eyes widened as he watched Oropher grin wickedly at him. "I am not through with you, seron vell," Oropher murmured. Oropher's dark pink tongue snaked out from between the King's swollen lips and Lindir watched in lust-filled amazement as his lover slowly, sensually cleaned the shiny leather of the milky fluid. He throbbed with need every time the Sinda's tongue slid across the taut material of his groin. His lover then stood from the bed, fumbling with something on the floor beside the bed. Lindir's heart pounded in his chest when Oropher remounted the mattress. The King swiftly untied the lacings that held the leather closed over Lindir's arousal, releasing the darkly colored column to the cool air of the room. Lindir moaned, his hips lifting in silent entreaty. "Pen vara," Oropher whispered. "I drugged you," he said, continuing the dialogue he had begun. Lindir cried out when a well-oiled, black leather-clad hand wrapped around his desire. "I undressed you." Up, down. Up, down. "I coated your wondrous body with oil scented with sandalwood." Lindir moaned loudly, thrusting up into the wonderfully tight, slick hand. "I then slid your body into this lovely, well-made suit. Smoothed the creases and bound you to our bed." Lindir panted franticly, lost in touch and sound and smell. "So beautiful." The voice washed over him, enflamed his already burning desire. "Flushed. Needing. Wanting. Come for me." The minstrel arched off the bed, a rough cry ripped from his throat as his seed flowed over the slick surfaces. Oropher continued to stroke him, milking all he could from his body, until Lindir pleaded with a weak voice. Oropher licked the opalescent fluid from his fingers and smiled at the glazed eyes of his lover. "Mmmm," he said softly. "Leather and cream."