Title: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 24
Author: KateKintail
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Aragorn, Elladan/Remus/Elrohir, Remus/Legolas
Kinks: Breath play, docking, threesome (twincest), little bit of dirty talk (I'm trying to hit tagged kinks I haven't done yet)
Disclaimer: Not my characters or world. Just my creative juices. Please don’t sue. I don’t make a dime from this.
Summary: New Companions all around! Remus is in heat and in need of more things than sex…
Word Count for this part: 2,264
Notes: I’m in way over my head this year for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May. Any feedback you’ve got for me would be useful. Also, this is completely unbetaed, because of time constraints. Sorry!
Part 24
Where: Middle Earth
When: Roughly 2989
Remus clawed at the ground, fingers digging into the dirt. The gag in his mouth was thick and clearly laced with something. The Ranger had been efficient in his ambush and knocked the Doctor out, followed by Remus. Aragorn had apologized, of course, but Remus had preferred to keep the gag on. That made things exciting.
In fact, what made it even more exciting was the rest of the cloth that comprised the gag. It was in his mouth like a bit, but then wrapped around to the back of his head where it crisscrossed. It went forward from there and wrapped around his neck, crisscrossing again. The man who was sitting on the backs of Remus’ thighs held the ends, riding him in every sense.
Remus had used a safety charm before they started, so he wasn’t so worried. But as Aragorn held the scarf like reigns, it pressed hard against Remus’ windpipe, choking him. Remus gasped for breath, feeling this world spinning wildly around him. It made the man’s thrusts even harder as it made Remus more sensitive. His whole body tingled, right down to his curling toes.
Autumn leaves fell softly from the trees above. Remus watched the colors dance like unfocused blurs before his eyes as the forest slowly dimmed around him. The thrusts felt impossibly deeper and the sensations bursting through him multiplied tenfold. When he came, it seemed to last forever and it felt like the most amazing fuck of his life.
Remus opened his eyes afterwards to find he was free of his bindings and held tightly.
“Feeling all right?”
“I am. Thank you, Aragon. Quite marvelous.” His voice was weak, but would be fine again soon.
Aragorn smiled at him. “Just wait until you meet the elves.”
Imagining being fucked by a small gang of house elves, Remus wasn’t so sure about going to Rivendell after all.
*
The Doctor got along smashingly with Lord Elrond. And though Remus would very much have liked to have got it on with the elf lord as well, Elrond did not seem the least bit receptive to the idea. He was, however, familiar with wizards and offered the best of accommodations available that were not already reserved for visiting parties. Lord Elrond was an old soul, like the Doctor, and the two found they had much to talk about. This left Remus free to wander and explore his surroundings.
Rivendell was absolutely gorgeous. There were intricate designs and carvings, open, airy corridors, and a beautiful balance of nature and construction. The temperature was perfect- the sun warm on his skin and just enough breeze to keep him from being hot. The wind sang like music through the trees. And there was a constant, soft sound of water from a nearby waterfall. Everything around him felt ancient- as immortal as nature but fresh as though just reborn anew.
He did attract the attentions of others, however. Lord Elrond was Aragorn’s foster father, but Lord Elrond had other sons. Not only two sons, but twins so identical they could hardly be distinguished from one another. Elrohir and Elladan were dark-haired like their father, but both possessed grey eyes that, at first glance, made Remus think of Sirius. Their sense of playfulness immediately reminded Remus of the Marauders, as well. They were marvelous in ways Sirius had not been, however. Their grace was undeniable, and they moved about him like wisps of dark smoke, there and everywhere else at all times. Remus was awestruck by their handsome countenances and their sharp, pointy ears. They looked nothing at all like the house elves Remus had met at Hogwarts. And, moreover, from the very first moment they had met, Remus knew he wanted them.
He had never had twins before and figured that he would wind up courting one and then the other. Remus had not dreamed of having them both together, for he had not even counted on both wanting him. But from the moment in which they had been introduced to him, they had both wanted him as much as he had wanted them.
Remus couldn’t tell them apart, even when they were naked and illuminated by firelight, but he didn’t really care at that point. They kept him guessing; that was what Remus liked the most.
One sucked on his earlobe and tweezed one of his nipples. The other had a small jar of oil and liberally applied it to Remus so Remus’ skin took on a shine. The fire in the guest chamber flickered, as though playing along with the three, though it made Remus feel slightly sleepy. Of not for the constant touch and stimulation from the twins, Remus probably would have slipped right off to sleep; Remus had been through a long few weeks. But as soon as he got used to the twins’ positions, they switched around on him. One kissed him and worked a few strands of his short hair into a braid while the other massaged his shoulders. One sat behind him, holding him and whispering words of rhyming verse to him in Elvish while the other rubbed oil on his bare thighs. One ran a flower teasingly around Remus’ naval while the other lay beside Remus, gently frotting. They moved about unpredictably, but with beauty, grace, and-more importantly- sexiness. Remus was captivated.
Their dark hair was long, falling against their pale skin. It felt so soft and unreal against his own skin. Remus breathed in and out deeply. There was a mouth on one nipple, tongue flicking, then it moved to the other one. The oil can’t have tasted good, but the elves did not seem to mind. Their fingers slid about easily, diving into Remus’ arse, stroking his cock, holding his full bollocks. Remus tingled; he was able to breathe properly so not nearly as wonderfully as he had with Aragorn, but still quite a lot.
“Do you have any requests?” asked one twin.
“Of course, we may just do as we wish anyway,” laughed the other twin.
They both kissed him then, one set of lips on his cheek, the other on one arse cheek.
Remus thought it best for them to call the shots. “I want you two to make love to me as though I were not here. Touch me as you would each other. Play with me as you play with each other.”
One of them- from their whispers, Remus soon learned it was Elladan- lay back against furs and pillows. He pulled Remus to him, so slick with oil that Remus easily slipped onto the elf, sitting impaled upon his cock, sitting in his lap.
The other elf knelt in front of them so that he was level with Remus. He kissed Remus as he gently pulled the man’s foreskin back. Elrohir rubbed the velvet head of his cock against Remus’. The mixture of oil and precum soon made the small, circular rubbings some of the most amazing feelings. Remus closed his eyes, loving the way his whole cock throbbed in time to the elf’s attentions. Then, suddenly, Elrohir eased the foreskin back up again to bind the two of them together. One more squirt of oil and both Elrohir and Elladan’s hands rubbed back and forth along the lengths of the docked cocks.
At once, Remus’ body reacted, sitting up straighter, back arching. He could feel the precum between their heads, and he could feel the older twin’s cock piercing him in time to the rubbings. He was caught between the two, unsure which pleasure was greater. The elfs’ thrusts were more smooth and delicious than Remus could have dreamed for. He felt warm breath on his neck and soft hair against his back. He felt long hands stroking him. He felt as though they would surely continue this for as long as it took Remus… and Remus wanted it to last absolutely forever. In truth, the Doctor would eventually come looking for him to drag him off somewhere else, but he wouldn’t let him. He would stay like this forever, in the care of his elves.
“Oh!” Remus gasped in surprise. “Oh, oh! I’m… I’m--!”His orgasm had snuck up on him so slowly he hadn’t even sensed it let alone felt him. There had been such great tingling and such intense sensations that he hadn’t even noticed it coming. But soon he was cumming. His body moved without his control, moving forward smoothly with a great thrust and gracefully falling back again.
Arms came around him, followed by some sort of grey cloak. They wrapped him up and held him close, cuddling him before the fire. Remus kissed them both, still not sure he ever wanted to move from that spot.
*
The arrow sprang from the bow, soared several dozen feet, and hit the target just to the left of the middle. The Doctor grinned. “I do believe I’m starting to get the hang of this.”
Legolas reached over, took the bow, and squeezed the Doctor’s shoulder.
On the sidelines, Remus clapped in congratulations. Not only was the Doctor a quick learner- for he had only just taken up the bow an hour prior- but Legolas was an excellent teacher. He was also bloody gorgeous and then some. Unlike the twins, this elf from the visiting delegation had bright blonde hair. His ears were slightly more pointed and he was even more impossible to resist.
When the Doctor left, Remus pulled Legolas aside and snogged the living daylights out of him. “I want you,” Remus told the elf. “I want to ride you, to have you, to fuck you. I want to watch your gorgeous cock spurt pearls over your chest and over my hand.”
Legolas smiled at him. “How do you know what my cock looks like?”
Remus first checked to make sure they were well-hidden in the alcove. They sat on a padded seat, in close quarters, so they were touching more than not. Then he slipped off the nice black boots and the dark green leggings. The elf’s cock was even better than Remus had dreamed. “Oh yes,” Remus said, running a fingertip along the shaft. “Yes please.” He bent over and kissed it, feeling Legolas’ hand working its way through his hair encouragingly. Remus knew his technique had improved, but he couldn’t imagine it was better than what Legolas had had before. The elf was young but so wise and so beautiful; he could have had anyone and, yet, he was willing to entertain not only a non-elf but Remus of all people!
“I’m glad I did not disappoint,” Legolas laughed lightly, and took Remus up in an embrace and kissed him. Then he turned and tried to spread out enough on the small seat. His body was squished into the space, face down with his arms folded under his chin and his yellow hair flowing everywhere. His legs were bent at the knee under him but spread as wide as the seat. He was as flat against the cushions as he could be, but raised in the back.
And Remus’ backside would have looked fine even on a pedestal; it was utter perfection. Remus caressed it, petting and kneading, hearing the elf purr with pleasure. “How does that feel?” Remus asked softly, and Legolas purred again, blinking his eyes at Remus to show his pleasure. “Would you like more?” Legolas licked his lips.
He knew they were hidden, but could hear footsteps heading up and down the corridor. Any moment now they might be found out. Remus was whispering, trying to stay quiet, and the risk was well worth it.
Remus squeezed onto the seat behind the elf and eased himself inside. “That’s it,” Remus said. “So warm and tight like a glove. You feel so good. So very, very good.” He reached down and found Legolas’ cock. He pumped as he thrust, rocking them back and forth.
It felt incredible. Remus tried to go slow. He thought that so many orgasms within the last day would have allowed him a bit of self-control. But he was so attracted to Legolas and the elf felt so good beneath him. His libido and desire were far too strong. He thrust quickly, uncontrollably, until he was nearly ready. His breathing was hard, ragged, desperate.
“Remus,” whispered Legolas, looking back and up at him. “I do not trust those who are silent during sex. It is strange and unnatural, even for elves. If you want me to come as well, please do not hold your tongue.”
Remus was worried about being overheard, certainly, but wanted to do right by Legolas so he did not even think about it. “Oh Legolas… my elf… I cannot last much longer.”
“Can you not? Are you overcome?” He sounded curious and just a little bit needy.
Remus frowned, wishing he could hold on but knowing he couldn’t. “I… I cannot.” His hands were sweaty- one on Legolas’ perfect back and the other still fisting Legolas’ perfect cock. “I think… I think… ohhhhhhhh!” He couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop himself. The orgasm filled him up from bottom to top, just short of bursting out of him.
“Yes, Remus. Let yourself go,” whispered Legolas. His words were an arousing comfort.
“I… I-I’m- ah! AH! Legolas!” He called Legolas’ name far too loudly and groaned unrestrainedly as he came. His whole body sang with pleasure. And Legolas’ body, having listened to Remus’ urges and desperation, did just what Remus had wanted it to.