11. Twin Wiles
Elladan watched his seductive brother stretch and lie back on the couch, offering himself, while King Thranduil stood over him, fingering a gold neck chain. He could tell the king was wavering, weighing his desire against his distrust.
"Tell me, Peredhel, why you would do this?" Thranduil asked.
"Because my king, you are beautiful and terrible, like the golden rays of Anor," said Elrohir, flashing that charming smile.
"You are a flatterer and I don't believe you." Thranduil raised a hand in a dismissive gesture.
Elladan laughed, "Well, then, my dear King, it is because you interrupted us earlier and we are still quite unsated." He looked at Thranduil through lowered lashes. "And it is true that your beauty tempts us."
Elladan leaned back against the table, relaxing his face into a smile. Glancing at Elrohir, he noticed his brother's mouth quirk upward in amusement. Then Elrohir passed two fingers across his lips and slid them down his body, finally rubbing them along the bulge between his legs.
Oh, Elrohir, you are brazen! Elladan thought affectionately. That should bring the king around to where we want him.
Thranduil's eyes widened. "Curse you," he snarled. "I've wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you. And now, you offer it freely? I think you'll be sorry, both of you. I don't intend to be gentle."
"I like it rough," said Elrohir. "Don't I, brother?" He flexed his hips.
The king stared at him for a moment in undisguised lust, strode the length of the room to the door of the chamber and threw the bolt. He returned, undoing his cloak as he walked, and tossing it aside, then pulling his tunic over his head to reveal a finely muscled chest. Elladan watched him come, half in anticipation, half in awe. The king was like a storm, all movement and power. The twin felt himself responding to that force, the blood rushing to his groin.
Without ceremony, Thranduil came up to Elladan, grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him into a hard kiss, his teeth and tongue savaging the twin's mouth. The king tasted spicy, like cinnamon and blood. Elladan groaned, struggling for breath, as Thranduil pressed his entire body along his, rubbing his cock against him through their clothes, his fingers twisting painfully in the twin's hair. Elladan felt the table edge digging into the backs of his thighs. When the king finally released his mouth, Elladan gasped for air. He put a finger up to touch a swollen lip.
"Did you like that, Peredhel? Did it stir your blood?" Thranduil smirked. "Let's see." The king drew his knife.
"Careful, Thranduil. I won't allow you to hurt my brother," Elrohir said warningly, sitting forward on the couch.
The king regarded him with a sly smile. "I won't cut his flesh, Elrohir. But he does appear to be wearing too many clothes."
With a quick flick of the knife, Thranduil sheared through the laces of Elladan's jerkin and tugged it aside, then did the same with the twin's tunic. Elladan watched nervously as the king used the point of the knife to slice open the laces of his leggings. Setting the weapon down, he tugged the leggings down to Elladan's knees and then off. The king stood back and surveyed his handiwork.
Elladan's face became hot as he felt the searing gaze of Thranduil's fierce blue eyes looking him over. He resisted an urge to cover himself with his hand. Instead he leaned back and said, "Do you like what you see, my King?"
"Very much." Thranduil's voice was a throaty growl. Suddenly, he was upon the twin, sinking his teeth into Elladan's smooth neck and nipping a path down his chest leaving red marks in his wake. His tongue lapped at a tender nipple, then he bit down hard. Elladan cried out in pain.
"You are quite tasty, Peredhel." Thranduil said. "I wonder if that is true all over." The king knelt, took Elladan's cock in his hand and then began licking it with long, rasping strokes. Elladan staggered back, supporting himself with both hands on the table. The king stroked him, milking fluid from the tip, then leaned down and swirled his tongue over the head.
"Mmm," Thranduil murmured, "marvelous."
Elladan's breath quickened, his shaft growing harder as the king's juicy mouth engulfed him down to the root and the golden head moved back and forth in a quick, skilled motion calculated to rapidly bring him to fulfillment.
"Uh," Elladan cried, as he thrust his hips forward. He hadn't expected to enjoy this so much and he was somewhat ashamed of the feeling. Thranduil put his hands on the twin's rear and pushed him further into his mouth, devouring him. Elladan shuddered as occasionally Thranduil bit him with a pressure bordering on pain, then brought one hand around to cup the twin's balls, kneading him roughly. Oh, gods, that felt good.
Elladan could sense his brother hovering on the edge of his awareness, lapping up his sensation like a cat with a saucer of milk.
"That's a rather appealing sight, my Lord," Elrohir said.
Elladan couldn't help a rush of disappointment when Thranduil suddenly pulled off him and turned to Elrohir who sat on the couch, his gaze riveted on them, his hand idly stroking himself through his leggings.
"Do you like seeing someone else's mouth on your brother's cock?" growled the king as he stood up. "Your mouth is quite pretty. I'd like to feel it. Get undressed for me. Do it slowly."
"As you wish, King," Elrohir replied. He stood up and slowly pulled his jerkin and tunic over his head, then removed his boots, and finally tugged down his leggings, tilting his hips sensuously this way and that as he did so.
The king stared at him, a tongue darting across his lips. "Exactly alike," he breathed. "And as beautiful as I imagined. Come here!"
Elrohir took two steps to come within the king's reach. Thranduil pushed on his shoulders, bringing him abruptly to his knees so that the twin's head was level with the king's crotch.
"Take it out," Thranduil commanded.
Elladan watched his brother run his hands across Thranduil's chest and stomach, then trail down to unlace the king's leggings, releasing the thick, blood-engorged member. With a soft "oh!" Elrohir slid a hand around it and caressed it up and down once.
"Suck on it, Elrohir."
Elrohir looked up at him with a seductive grin as he opened his mouth wide to take in the king's considerable girth and began moving back and forth. In short order, Thranduil was shuddering and supporting himself on the table with one hand. The king's cock emerged from his brother's lips, slick and glistening. Elladan found the sight incredibly erotic. A small moan escaped him.
Thranduil turned to him quickly and stroked a thumb along his throat. "Don't worry, my wicked one, you'll be feeling it soon enough." He shuddered again. "Elrohir, you have a skillful mouth."
The king grasped the back of Elrohir's head and pushed himself in deeply while Elrohir took him down his throat, with a little choking sound. Thranduil thrust himself hard several times, then withdrew, and the younger twin sat back on his haunches, gasping a little, with a hand to his throat.
Elladan didn't have time to worry about his twin as the king grasped him by the waist, spun him around, and bent him over the table. He felt Thranduil's hand running over his buttocks, roughly pulling the cheeks apart, and he braced himself for what was coming, trying to will himself to relax.
"I shall enjoy this," Thranduil said. "Elrohir, if you want your brother spared considerable pain, you'll go and get a jar of ointment in that closet over there."
He heard his brother pad across the room, the squeak of a closet door opening, then footsteps back, and the metallic scrape of the jar being twisted open.
"First, make him wet, Elrohir. Use your tongue," the king ordered.
Elladan shuddered as he felt his twin's hands opening him wide, a wet tongue lapping over his tender flesh and then flicking over his entrance with a tickling sensation. Elro so rarely did this. Elladan felt his breath quicken, his blood racing as his cock swelled uncomfortably against the hard table top. Finally he let out a low moan.
"That's enough," he heard Thranduil say, then the twin felt the king smearing cool salve at his entrance and roughly shoving a finger inside him, which hurt. The next thing Elladan knew, he was being violently penetrated and stretched wide by the king's huge shaft. He was not used to such an intrusion and it burned unbearably.
"Uhhhhhh," Elladan cried out. "Gods, Thranduil. You use that thing on others?"
"Indeed, I have, Peredhel. Ah, you're so tight," Thranduil groaned. "Almost too much." He put a hand on either side of Elladan's waist and began thrusting hard and fast, burying himself to the hilt. Elladan felt as if he were being split in two. He grit his teeth to keep from crying out.
"Do you like this?" Thranduil asked. "Or do you like it better when your brother does it to you?"
Elladan merely shook his head. Thranduil thrust into him repeatedly and hard. Elladan slowly felt the pain begin changing to pleasure, felt himself building toward release when suddenly the king withdrew, leaving Elladan lying across the table, gasping.
Thranduil slapped his rear saying, "I'll come back to you, later. All right. Your turn," the king addressed Elrohir.
Elladan turned his head to see Thranduil grabbing his brother by the hips, rotating him, and shoving him face down into the divan. It both angered and aroused him.
"Ai Thranduil, not even a kiss first?" Elrohir groaned.
"I told you it would be rough, meleth." Thranduil laughed as he hauled the younger twin into position, used his knees to spread Elrohir's legs, rapidly smeared some ointment into his crack, and then with a loud growl, penetrated him. He came back out almost completely and then shoved home with a vengeance. The king's rough thrusts shook the couch causing it to slam repeatedly against the wall.
Elladan hardened at the sound of the deep, breathy gasps emitted by his brother. So erotic to watch the early morning light playing across Thranduil's triangular back just beginning to glisten with sweat. The leggings had slipped down past his rear, revealing strong hindquarters that clenched and unclenched with each powerful forward thrust. The room echoed with a sticky, slapping sound.
"You also have a nice ass, Peredhel," the king commented. "Not quite as tight as your brother, but hot and supple. I suspect this is your usual position, isn't it?" He rammed even harder, his balls slapping into Elrohir's rear.
"How do you expect us to ride out of here after this?" Elrohir cried, his voice rattling between jabs as if he was astride a galloping horse.
"Gingerly," Thranduil laughed. Then his face contorted. "Oh, you are good, my sweet. I'm almost there."
"You're hitting me in the right place now." Elrohir's voice was muffled, his face pressed into the couch. "Oh yes, that's good!" Elrohir gasped loudly with each thrust.
"You spoke the truth. You do like it rough, don't you, young one? So do I. We make a good pair." The king banged into him even harder. "Awww, yeeeessss!" he cried, throwing his head back. "I'm going to come all over you."
Elladan had been watching for the moment when the king let his guard down and this was it. He took a quick step forward, reached out, and pressed his hands to the king's temples. "Utulien, we connect, King," he said. "We feel what you feel."
Instantly all three were overwhelmed with the waves of pleasure that were coursing through the king and Elrohir's burning pain mixed with the headiness of Thranduil's immense member plunging into him and hitting his pleasure center. They gasped and the king howled in rapture as he emptied himself into Elrohir, and the twins both spurted their seed.
Although his head was whirling, Elladan had the presence of mind to wrap an arm around the king's chest, hauling him backward so that he withdrew abruptly from Elrohir and landed on the floor with Elladan underneath him. The younger twin turned and pounced on Thranduil, lying across the king's chest as Elladan wriggled out from under him and sat on his legs.
"You feel us now, King," Elladan said triumphantly. "And now we have you!"
"What are you doing?" Thranduil roared and tried to shove them off, but the twins kept him down. They could feel his powerful mind pushing this way and that, attempting to wrest free.
"Elrohir, help me!" Elladan called. The younger twin picked up Elladan's leggings and used them to tie the king's hands over his head. Elladan projected a soothing spell and they held the king down until he ceased struggling.
"That's better, Thranduil. You will relax now, sink into dreams," Elladan purred.
"Tricksters!" Thranduil snarled. "Release me at once."
"You say our lust makes us weak but you have succumbed to the same weakness," Elladan said mockingly. "And you underestimated us. That is never wise, King. Now the wicked and unnatural peredhil twins have you under their spell."
Thanduil made another attempt to wrench free but slowly sank back as Elladan sent calming whispers of dreams and sleep. The king drifted off. He was floating on his back in the midst of the ocean, moving and bobbing on the waves. A seagull screamed overhead and the king shuddered at the sound that haunted his nightmares. He would never leave Middle Earth. He had vowed this long ago. He drifted to shore and lay in the sand, staring up at the clouds tinged with golden rays of sunshine. He felt hands pulling his leggings down to his thighs. A long-fingered hand began caressing his softened shaft, slowly and deliberately. The king moaned and attempted to struggle.
"Hush, Thranduil." It was Elrohir's voice. "Surrender. It will feel good. Better than what you did to us."
Elladan said, "I have found all his memories concerning our incest. I am walling them up now."
"I will work it out again, sons of Elrond," Thranduil sighed. "You can't hide this forever. Ah gods, Elrohir, what are you doing?"
"Distracting you, King. Making you ready for me. You recover quickly." Elrohir began sucking gently on one of Thranduil's nipples as he continued pulling on the king's cock. They could all feel the resulting surge of arousal. Elrohir picked up the jar of ointment and covered the king's member thickly with it, then continued stroking him for some time, making a sticky, sucking sound, while Elladan watched.
"Any time you think of us in the future," Elladan said, "you will feel immense pleasure and affection. You will feel an echo of what we are doing to you now."
Elladan licked his lips as he watched his brother straddle the king and then slowly lower himself onto Thranduil's hardened member, which the twin had grasped in one hand. Elrohir groaned loudly as he took the entire shaft while Thranduil moaned and tried to thrust his hips. Elrohir sat still and they all could feel the king's cock throbbing within the twin's hot passage.
Elladan grinned. "You're making it hard for me to concentrate, meleth," he said.
"You do your part and I'll do mine," Elrohir grunted softly. "Don't forget about Legolas."
"What about Legolas?" demanded the king.
"You will let him come with us. It is his dearest wish," Elladan said.
The twins became overwhelmed with the intensity of the king's emotion. "You two can't understand as you do not have children of your own. In my long life, I have seen such terrible things, beloved friends and comrades fallen in endless wars. My wife has departed and I am alone in the world. My sorrow has been deep. If something should happen to either of my sons, I fear I would not survive the heartbreak."
Elladan said gently, "I understand, but surely you've learned by now, King, that we must take risks in order to grow. Legolas cannot thrive in captivity. My brother and I have tasted his heart and he is remarkable: strong, brave, and spirited. Middle Earth will have need of his skills. If you allow him to grow in his own way, he will become a son you will be proud of." He sent another soothing wave to the king.
Thranduil sighed. "Perhaps you are right. Maybe I have been resisting the inevitable. But I fear sending him on this expedition, to track down a dragon."
Elrohir spoke. "King, we promise on our lives that we will not allow harm to come to Legolas. You can feel that what I say is true. You can feel our affection for him." A warm glow pulsed between the three of them.
"I'll have to think about it," Thranduil said and then groaned. "Elrohir, you are killing me! Move, curse you!"
Elrohir's laughter rippled through their minds and he began moving slowly up and down, then faster.
"Ah gods, you are incredible," Thranduil cried as he felt himself rapidly reaching a peak. Through his heat, he heard Elladan's next words reverberating in his head.
King Thranduil, you will fall into a deep sleep as soon as we leave. When you awake, you will remember coming to our room this morning and asking us to attend the meeting with Náin, but not the rest of that encounter. You'll remember our meeting with the dwarves and our discussion about Legolas. You will feel positively about the alliance created between your house and ours, so much so, that you think it is time that Legolas had a wider experience of the world. You are reassured that the sons of Elrond will accompany him because you trust us to protect him. You will feel quite tired after the meeting and lie down to rest for a bit on the couch.
"Yes," Thranduil murmured. The king could barely hear Elladan's words. His mind was consumed with the build toward release as Elrohir thrust himself rapidly up and down on his shaft. It was so wondrous to lie back and allow the younger twin to take control. He felt himself close to culmination and began moaning in anticipation.
Suddenly, the friction ceased and the king cried out in frustration, "No!"
"Our parting gift," Elrohir said in an amused tone, "a gentle repayment for your rough usage of us. When you awake, you will become aroused again and only a kiss from King Náin will allow you to obtain relief."
"Curséd Peredhel," Thranduil moaned. "I have no desire to kiss that dwarf. Now finish me!"
"Gods yes, brother, quit playing and finish us," cried Elladan.
In answer, Elrohir began moving again, and Thranduil thrashed under him. The twin began breathing hard.
Elladan closed his eyes in rapture as he felt the king nearing release. Suddenly, the king erupted with a shout and the force of his pleasure nearly knocked the twin over. He heard Elrohir's deep groan and then his own cries.
Thranduil sighed heavily and immediately sank into a deep sleep.
Slowly, as if drifting through a fog, the twins withdrew from the mental connection. They were crouched over the king, naked and spent. Elladan's clothes were spread in tattered heaps on the floor. Thranduil lay on his back, a contented smile on his face, his leggings down to his thighs.
"It looks as though we ravished him thoroughly," Elrohir smiled. He reached over and casually ran his hand over the king's softened member. "Gods, he is magnificent."
"Indeed, although I expect I may feel his tender attentions to my backside for some time." Elladan rolled over, pressing his back against the base of the couch, and closed his eyes. Suddenly he chuckled. "Whatever possessed you to plant a desire for a kiss from the dwarf?"
"It serves him right after all the trouble he put us through," Elrohir grinned, "and for grabbing us like that in our room. And you never know, it may even enhance his relationship with Náin." Elrohir winked and they both laughed.
"Come, let's dress him and put him on the couch," Elladan said. "Then, I want to return to our room to wash and to find some clothes. Thranduil has rendered these rather useless."
Elrohir smiled, took his brother's hand and kissed his palm. "And after, I believe we have a message to deliver to the young prince that he may find quite pleasing, in several ways."
"My insatiable brother," Elladan laughed. "I do love you. Let's go quickly."
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