Pairing: Maglor/OMC (the infamous Lithonion)
Timeline: Early Silmarillion
Beta: not yet
Genre: SLASH!
Warning: RATED HARD R!!!
Summary: Maglor makes music in Himring and enjoys a dancer..aehm...a dance
WRITTEN FOR: SCREW YULE 1st of January at LITTLE BALROG
Author's note: Do I get the 60 housepoints now?
His voice enchanted me. Never did I believe that I would hear music better than on the courts of Thingol. But here I was, floating through the halls, letting my body being carried to the music that Maglor made. When his magnificent voice seized I bowed deep in front of him.
Maedhros called me to sit with him and his brothers at their feast, celebrating that the brother’s were together that night. I wanted to excuse myself to change at least from my nearly transparent, sage green dancing garments. But Maglor caught my hand and our eyes locked for the first time. The sparkling grey of his eyes stunned me. This must be the color that the mountains in Valinor have. He, was one that has seen the light. Maglor, son of Fëanor, a prince of the Noldor had sung that night to please his brothers and I, a mere Teleri, son of a tree farmer of Nan Elmoth, had been given the honor to dance for them.
I felt hypnotized when Maglor broke our eye contact. He pulled me down, right next to him. I was not really used to be allowed to sit among such high born elves and wanted to scoot down, so I would be sitting next to his feet. For the blink of a moment he stared aghast at me. Then his hand was on my thigh and I understood that I was supposed to sit beside him, to stay until when he left.
Food was brought, lots of it and I, who eat really only little found myself being fed by Maglor. Repeatedly he dipped bread into the thick gravy and rubbed it gently over my lips, forced me playfully to catch it with mouth. And I sucked the bread from his fingers. Maglor’s hand lifted my light tunic and travelled from my thigh to my groin.
He fed me another piece of bread. Suddenly his hand squeezed my cock and I gasped first just to suck his fingers in my mouth instantly.
Maglor smiled without looking at me. With delight he had discovered that my body responded to his touch, that I did not mind to be touched by another ellon.
The other elves were busily chatting, eating and one or the other had his arm around the narrow waist of one of my fellow dancers, ellith that I personally had chosen to perform with me.
The elf prince bent his neck down on me. I was much smaller than him. Noldo tend to be bigger than we who lived in the woods. His black hair brushed over the exposed skin of my face. Hidden under the curtain of both our hair he suddenly sucked my ear lobe between his lips. His tongue snaked out and seemed to draw circles over the nape of my neck and he whispered in a voice that let run chills of pleasure run down my spine “Dance for me again, tonight. Just you and I, in my chambers.”
I swallowed hard and inhaled as his tongue stroke me again and pressed a thin yes out of my throat.
Maglor stood up, knocked three times on the table to get his brother’s attention and bid them a good night. Under their cheers he pulled me to my feet as well. When we left I blushed to the roots of my hair into the darkest shade of crimson red. I could hear his brothers suggestive and obscene calls.
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We were just outside the hall when he grabbed me and pressed me against the cold stone wall of the fortress of Himring. Madly in passion his hands roamed over my slender frame. Hungrily he kissed me, pushed his tongue deep into the darkness behind my lips.
“My chambers…they are just up the stairwell, come Lithônion, I want you to dance for me again. Come..now..” hoarsly he whispered into my ear while he tore on the delicate bands that held my dancing leggings together. Impatiently groping each other he pushed and dragged me up the stairs. Repeatedly I was pinned against the walls. Twice I had to pull my leggings up again, after he had nearly freed me from them and had swallowed my hard member deep down his throat.
He kicked the door to his chambers open. Barely furnished they were. On his nightstand a candle was lit and some warm light came from the fire in the large fireplace that heated his main chamber. He held me in his arms around me and lifted me on the small table. I wrapped my legs around his strong hips and my arms around his neck. We kissed as if we were long time lovers. I normally do not kiss those that bed me for gems and coins, but with Maglor it was different.
He was like me – an artist. And now instead of his lute, I was the instrument he played to make music again – the melody of two elves falling into passion began to fill the warm air. Having pulled his tunic out of his breeches, I managed to find his nipples and twisted them gently between my fingers, while I grinded my body against his and my lips never left his mouth.
Suddenly I pushed him away. Surprised Maglor stared at me and snarled “What?”
But I got off the table and I needed both hands to be able to push him down on the chair. I stood in front of him, licked my lips, tilted my head while I bashed my eyelashes. Most seductive I sucked on my on fingers and stroked with them over his cheek, left a tiny moist trace there.
Reaching his arms out he tried to catch me again, but I jumped back like a deer flying from its hunter.
“Sing for me Maglor, let me dance for you again,” I whispered as I kneeled down in front of me. Slowly my hands were gliding up his thighs. He lifted his behind to let me pull his breeches off. His arousal jumped forward and I caught it with my mouth. Both hands rubbing it I swallowed it deep, just for some moments. Then I left him on his chair, heavily panting, longing for more.
And I began to dance for him. I felt Maglor’s eyes piercing me when I turned my back on him. He saw only this side of me and my hands that they peeled me from my own transparent garments. I moved closer, took his big hands and placed them on my hips. Rocking myself forth and back I let slid over his bare thighs.
I twisted and swirled, I rubbed and licked and I tickled his torso every time I came back to him after feeling out of his arms.
But I could not tempt Maglor forever. I had shed my own clothes down so that I only was clad in my tiny loincloth. With a swift movement he took it away and there I was exposed just how the Valar had built my delicate body.
I faked innocence as he tried to get a hold of me again and squirmed in his arms. Then I cast myself to him, my hands dug into his black hair. I opened the leather string that held the braids together. My skin began to glow under his kisses when we slowly moved back to the table where my dance had begun. Feeling his hair brushing over me, I wanted more, wanted to feel him all the way.
Maglor must have read my mind, my worries when he lifted me onto the table again. I do not know where this small jar with grease came from, but I was delighted to feel him preparing me. And everytime he pushed a lubricated finger into me, he licked my cock, made me arch my back. He would not stop until I was calling his name, until I ejaculated. But I had not chance to catch my breathe.
He finally had me at the point of no return. I felt the tip of his cock pressing against me and I inhaled quietly, peparing me for his penetration. And I took him deep into me, slowly inch by inch. He rested for a moment, then his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips and he pouned into me. My back got sore from the table, I moaned and squirmed.
And this dance I did not want to stop that night anymore.