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Thread: Elven Desire in Rivendell, Middle Earth

The elder enjoyed the feeling of this Aithin, this lovely youth, pressed up against his form. It was as though they had known each other for so much longer than just a few though significant moments in time. This simple gesture alone made him feel such strength and empowerment, though not in the way one might typically think. He felt as though this male and him had shared a unique and unbreakable bond, as though he was Aithin's guardian and companion. It was not about mere arousal, but something far more than skin deep. He uttered calming, soothing words to the other, letting his warmth envelope him as their endeavor continued on. Aiden kissed the tip of the youth's beautifully crafted and pointed ear, caressing him effectively through the cloth keeping him covered, shifting their bodies closer together so the other would find release from the pain that he sought. As his fingers would travel along Aithin's aching form, Aiden's head would comfortingly nuzzle against the writhing youth. Such gentle pleas and cries, his purity practically dripping past his lips. It was all quite an enticing situation, though one Aiden would probably have to keep very much to himself. Aithin, he whispered, kissing his ear yet again, even when the prince began to shift his hips forward, and he began to succumb to one of pain's greatest pleasures. He held onto him strongly, unwavering, not letting the youth fall due to weakness into the cooling water. He was so fragile, but there was not a thing in the world wrong with that right now. Like a father cradling his child, attempting to rid him of his falling tears, Aiden waited until Aithin's arousal began to show signs of fading away before he would turn the other around within his arms. It's alright, he assured, shushing his gentle whimpers and pleasure-filled protests Aithin's tantalizing moan still caressing his senses as he held him still within the water. He would pet those lovely blond locks, and kiss his forehead with care, allowing Aithin to feel his warmth, and the beating of his heart.
Thread: Elven Desire in Rivendell, Middle Earth

As the Prince's body began to relax, he felt an almost magical sleepiness take over his limbs. He was so...at peace now...so exhausted...so relaxed. The aching down below had seized, and he felt new and refreshed as ever. He let himself be turned around and embraced limply by Aiden, comforted by his arms. He wrapped his own arms around the traveler's neck, nuzzling his cheek into his collarbone once more and lifting his legs up to wrap them around Aiden's waist gently. The elf was as light as he looked. He listened closely to the beating heart that thumped beneath his ear, noticing that it too had quickened slightly. The youth panted calmly, his now warmer chest rising and falling against the other, and his breath hot and sensual against Aiden's neck. T-Thank you... M'Lord...Aiden.. the Prince corrected himself, snuggling closer and enjoying basking in his post ecstacy. He wiggled his toes and was about to ask the man up to Rivendell, but instead was overcome with a question. Aiden...something happened just now...something I could not control.. he whispered, red cheeked, as if someone might hear. I'm afraid I might have..c-contaminated the pool. Is that... stuttered Aithin, reffering back to the half elf's past words, ...n-natural..?
Thread: Elven Desire in Rivendell, Middle Earth

It had been a good while since Aiden had felt the same sort of sensual embrace that Aithin had just endured so perfectly. Here they were, in the middle of a deep wood, alone enough to where only the trees and the soothing water could keep their secrets safe from those who may wish to harm such a precious thing. His arms adjusted themselves around Aithin, strong hands becoming comfortable beneath the affectionate prince as he held him out of the water. Aiden closed his own eyes and basked silently in the moment. He allowed the breeze to gently cool off their warm, blanketed skin. He nuzzled his head up against the youth's, and became quiet in order to memorize the entire picture without interruption the young blond in his arms, the sensations he had just felt, the feelings that Aiden himself yearned to feel again some day. It was all quite calming, and the half-elf doubted that either of them truly wanted it to end. Aithin's warming breaths against his neck brought him back to reality, especially when he began to speak again not long afterwards. The elder shook his head, laughing gently at the prince's question. Indeed. After all, what just happened was a part of how you were created some time ago. Come, now. The sun is beginning to sink in the sky, and I've no doubt that you have to return home soon. He began to walk slowly through the water, still holding Aithin, bringing them both back to the shore with ease. Without saying so, Aiden knew that he too would probably have to go as well.
Thread: Elven Desire in Rivendell, Middle Earth

Oh....I see.. the youth replied quietly, pondering the answer he had been given, then deciding to give it up. Aithin relished the feeling of the sun caressing his back and those comforting arms wrapped around him as he was carried to shore. As soon as they reached the grassy water's edge, the Prince jumped down. Leave your things things here, I will send a guard down to pick them up for you when we return! Aithin spoke happily, hesitating a moment before leaning forward and kissing the man quickly and rather sloppily on the mouth. 'I hope I did that right...' He grabbed his hand, that oh so glorious hand, and began to run with him up the narrow road that lead to the back entrance of Rivendell. The Prince ran with all of the grace and endearing style of a long legged young doe, tripping slightly here and there while laughing musically at the whole situation. Aithin had a serious case of the giggles. Come, come...my father will be delighted to see you! The two finally came to a halt at the entrance to the furthest courtyard, where his father Elendil was speaking softly to a woodland guard, also blonde. Ah, my son! I was just enlightening this guard on where he might find you, I needed you home now, for a very special guest has just arrived- and who might this be? Lord Elendil spoke, his hair dark and straight. He bore a silver headdress and a pair of very severe eyes. Another guest for our halls? Yes Ada. Elon, please go fetch his things from the poolside and bring them for safe keeping. The guard nodded and set off. Lord Elendil gazed harshly, yet not unfriendly like, into the eyes of the stranger. Yet, it did not once cross his mind how strange it was for them to be brand new friends, and quite damp in not much clothing. I see my son has shown you the beauty of our refreshing waters?
Thread: Elven Desire in Rivendell, Middle Earth

Well, Aiden believed that was an appropriate way to explain the answer to his question. Sure, there were a million other ways he could have responded to the prince's musing, but Aiden was quite sure his reply would suffice until he was prepared to learn and understand further. He wasn't quite sure how the 'birds and the bees' talk went when you were of pure elven blood, but he could swear on his life that Aithin had never heard it in his life. Or perhaps even seen some of the finer examples among his own people. Less startled by the strangely preformed kiss and more by the fact that Aithin wished him to run off to meet his father, Aiden attempted to protest. Being among a prince and his elders was almost a mortifying thought to the half-elf, especially once they realized he was far from their kin. It was even worse that Aiden hadn't even had the chance to re-dress before he was being torn through the forest more effortlessly than what should have been possible. The elder urged Aithin's name attempted to break him free of his stride, but he seemed deaf to even the strongest of voices. Before he would even have time to improvise and make a break for it, they were back into his town, within the vast courtyard where the youth's father stood only a short distance from the hesitant and moist Aiden. His head lowered, veiling the sides of his face in dark, lengthy black locks as he would show respect for the obviously venerable male before him. Whether Aiden appreciated it or not, he was now stuck in a position where he had to pay his dues and walk on pins and needles in fear for his own livelihood. Especially, with the lord's son so very nearby, poorly attempting to hide his infatuation with the stranger at his hand. I am Aiden, fair Lord, he began. There was no fancy name or flashy title, for he served none but himself and the nature that surrounded him. Indeed. The young prince is quite the tour guide of such beautiful surroundings. His generosity unerringly mirrors the manor of such a fine upbringing. Flattery, he hoped, would help to lessen that harsh gaze just a bit.
Thread: Elven Desire in Rivendell, Middle Earth

Your words are kind...yes, I would expect nothing less from my son, he is a gentle creature..far more beautiful than any maiden found in the land of Men...and bravest of Princes. Lord Elendil sighed, looking upon his heir not with boastfullness, but an entranced paternal love. Aithin was indeed his pride and joy. Well now, Aiden of roads long traveled, The Elven Lord spoke, his dark eys piercing the other's once more as he noticed his ranger like qualities. Allow my son to refresh your clothing and show you to the halls of my people, where we will continue the celebration of the return of Prince Haldir, Aithin's eldest sibling. It will be fitting for you to stay as well, for we always have room, and it would be my pleasure to see you rested in Rivendell. The elf turned away with a short bow, hands clasped together at his middle, and glided away through the grass without waiting for a reply. When you stayed in Rivendell, you stayed the night, ate and drink till you were content Elendil insisted this, and while he was being friendly, there was a silent hint of, You WILL accept my invitation into my home. The dark haired elf had a very sensitive grasp on people's personalities, and he was not easily fooled. So far, he very much liked Aiden he was warm, kind, and charming. Come M'Lord Aiden, let me show you where we keep the spare tunics. The Prince smiled after waving goodbye to his father. I think you will find them very, very comfortable. He hugged Aiden's bare arm and rested his chin upon his shoulder, his long lashed eyes wide with joy. Sounds of choral singing and flute music sounded quietly from the East Hall of Rivendell...
Thread: Elven Desire in Rivendell, Middle Earth

Aiden could agree with the words that this lord said, even though he had only known his son for a short period of time. He was gentle and beautiful, indeed, though the half-elf was not so certain about his bravery as of yet. The type of courage that Elendil spoke of could come in various forms. Of course, if bringing a complete and soaking wet stranger home to his father's kingdom wasn't worth some sort of merit, than Aiden wasn't quite sure what else would be. Aiden responded to Elendil's stern gaze by becoming erect in his place once more and returning it like the man that he was strong, honest, and faithful unlike no other of his kind. The onyx-haired male did note that Elendil referred to those within his kingdom as 'my' people, and Aiden had no doubt that he meant the elves of his blood and clan. A half-blood would never be truly accepted amongst such walls, and Aiden knew this well. However, were Elendil to deny any creature of any creed lodging within his halls? Some would consider that an unwise, unfair, and possibly even unjust move by a king that was supposedly the direct opposite, and an elven one at that. He thanked the lord, though, despite whatever sort of hidden agenda that may have been behind his actions. Aiden would take the king at face value, since he did not truly know how long or short his stay in this new city would be for him, or whether the young prince's infatuation would ever wear off when it came to the elder half-elf. Following the son, which was still clinging comfortably to his arm, Aiden remained silent for now, inwardly curious and wondering what he was to make of this entirely unique predicament.
Thread: Elven Desire in Rivendell, Middle Earth

It's just past my brother's quarters.. Aiden spoke, tugging the guest past small trickling waterfalls, winding trees of brown and white bark, and elegantly carved statues of the mystical Elven figures. Grass, elegantly scattered leaves, and packed, soft dirt covered most of the way. Rivendell was aglow with golden, autumn like colors. Soon enough, they entered a small room with a few candle holders, chairs, and very large wardrobe carved intricately in a silvery brown wood. The room was of course, complete with glassless windows, some curtained, some not, like every other room or hall in Rivendell. The breeze and the leaves could flow freely in at any time. Here. the boy began, opening the wardrobe by the coppery handles and searching for a moment This one will probably do.. The Prince withdrew a long sleeved tunic and leggings made of a fine, thin cloth, along with Aiden's own pair of boots, which had been wiped down of all dust and dirt. He then drew close to Aiden and slipped the tunic onto his arms and over his slender, muscular shoulders, fingers brushing gently over his collarbone. The boy's eye lingered on his chest, almost as if he were in a trance. It seems to...fit nicely. The youth pulled the shirt forward and hooked it closed all the way down to Aiden's stomach, his eyes then lingering on the slightly damp pants that he wore. For the first time in his life, he wondered what this being would look like without them. Here! Aithin said suddenly, smiling nervously and handing him the leggings. He then turned his back to Aiden and began to pull on his own tunic, swallowing the frog in his throat and combing his fingers through his long hair
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Thread: Boys and their Toys (Isis and Sigurd)

Jordan shivered in the cold wet rain, his two dollar plastic poncho covering his head and backpack, leaving his torso, arms and legs open to assault by the evil wetness. He hated the rain, It always meant he had to stop and settle down some where for a while, airing out his entire livelihood that was his backpack, making sure it didn't get an offensive smell, or moldy, or spoil, or the other numerous things that water did to items needed for daily living. That tended to ruin his days, and several nights afterward to wait out the drying. It was almost worse then a week without a light, Now those, those kept him going when he ran low on foodstuffs, the rush, the pace of the world slowing as you inhale that wondrous combination of toxins into your lungs, the simple warmth and accompaniment one receives from looking at that small ember of heat inches from your face. In that small ember was is constant friend and companion, the thing that pushed him to move onward to the next town, and the next. That small light at the end of his journey that he knew existed somewhere in this crazy world. He knew he would find what he was searching for, questing for, It was there, at the end of his road. It was the road less traveled, sure, but he was always one to find his own way. The roads were his home, he was a vagrant, never staying in place too long, had been for years, ever since the rest of his family was 'purged' in some unholy ritual. The memories of that day were still..fuzzy at best, he could recall vague details, but never precise items, that's what he ran from, what he feared, those eldritch things that still came to him in his dreams haunted him, hunted him from some plane beyond the stars. He shook his head he couldn't think of those things or he would start to become paranoid. Need to forget again... He said spotting a conveniently placed bar. Perfect. He could get his clothed ass out of the rain and into a dry warm place. Something cold and sudden his his legs then his chest and finally knocked his poncho off, Damn it! He said shaking his fist clenching the caught plastic object . Bitch almost ran me over! He said as he placed the poncho back on his head and backpack, his whole body soaked, He trudged on, his eyes following the biker bitch as she rode into the garage of the bar. Maybe he could tell her a bit of his mind as he filled his empty belly. He shivered in the cold, his bod was starting to feel the effects of surviving on cigarettes and water for the past three days. Damn he hated the long walking distances more then the rain, but he had to stay moving, no mater what. He walked up to the door of the bar and sighed feeling in his pocket for his money, he got a twenty and clutched it, moving into the dining area and being greeted by that same women. Can I get a place I can dry out my things, I kinda need it cause you got them and me soaked with your little Mini-bike a few minutes ago. He said arrogantly to her. He quickly calms down then places the twenty on the bar, And a hamburger with strong drink...Please... He said calmly staring into those eyes of hers.
Thread: Boys and their Toys (Isis and Sigurd)

. . . Maybe the entire fucking bar went silent when he called Betty Paige a Mini-bike. Maybe Jo just stopped listening. Maybe it was just all the blood rushing to her goddamn brain as she tried to figure all the ways she could beat this prick into a fucking pulp. Maybe it was all three, because people were staring at the two- really staring at him, more than anything. And her- but only a little. Damn skippy. She'd earned that respect one ass-kicking at a time. Of course, she was shooting the guy her best death-glare. Green eyes narrowed, arched brows, thick lashes framing those eyes, slender jaw clenching as her full lips pulled taught. Dammit, it was probably her fault. She'd splashed him. Aw, fuck . . . It was starting to look like she'd have to take his damn money after all. But dammit, she didn't want to. So she slowly set both hands on either side of his table, leaned in real close, and whispered. She was invading his space, making him back off. If you want anything from me, you'll learn to watch your damn mouth. She stood straight, snatching up his money. Of course, gagging him was always an option. He wasn't too horrible looking.
Thread: Boys and their Toys (Isis and Sigurd)

He raised an eyebrow as she leaned into him, uncomfortably close, but this was something he was use to. And you should learn what's too big for you, little girl. He said with a devilish grin on his face. He had never been one to insult others bit this was a rare exception, she had made a normally unpleasant task even worse with her actions. He backed off of the bar counter and found an empty booth to sit as he started to unpack his things. I sure as hell should get my damn hamburger...I already paid for it. he said under his breath as he removed a length rope from the pack, along with a map and several other nicks and nacks. It was then he noticed the silence, He looked around, and even some of the bigger older men were staring at him, with a strange look on their faces, each the same, What was it, awe, admiration, hate, anger. He couldn't figure it out as he waited for the meal. His soaking hoodie sopping against the booth. He shivered as he looked at his shirt, soaked but it should dry out in a half an hour, give or take. So, what are you guys staring at? He asked to no on in particular.
Thread: Boys and their Toys (Isis and Sigurd)

It wasn't the fact that he'd gotten back into her space that bothered her. Jesus fucking Christ, it didn't break her. Not even the half-muttered comment did anything but cause her fists to shake and her soft, pink lips to curl into a snarl. No, it was the way he talked to her goddamn customers that did it. It was that fucking question which sent her off the edge, and sent her turning back towards him, money clenched in fist. The men he'd addressed were shaking their heads, obviously thinking this newcomer was a bit less-than smart. You ain't from around these parts, is yeh? And that was when Jo did it. When she slipped her fist into her back pocket, fingers sliding easily into the set of brass knuckles she kept there. That was when she sent her fist flying towards his goddamn jaw, hopefully knocking him off his seat, if not knocking him out. I said, watch your goddamn mouth. She tossed the money at him, not really caring about his reaction- if he was reacting at all.
Thread: Boys and their Toys (Isis and Sigurd)

Jordan felt something hit his jaw, something painful, cold, it tasted coppery, the taste was actually his blood, he realized this about two seconds before his head hit the floor. He looked at the women, his wet clothes now soaking the floor. I guess..this means...No Burger, huh? He said before the warmth of unconsciousness enveloped him.
Thread: Boys and their Toys (Isis and Sigurd)

No. It damn sure didn't. She'd let him lie there until closing time, and if anyone said anything, she'd just give them the same treatment. Tony came in through the back once and raised his brows pointedly at the man knocked flat in the middle of his bar. Josephine simply shook her head slowly, held up her hand, and muttered Don't ask. Finally, it was closing time. Everyone cleared off in their due time, and she collected tips from each jar, as well as each table. The traveler was still on the ground, hair damp and clinging to his forehead. Stepping around him, she gently tilted his head with the toe of his boot. Well, he was handsome. At least the fucker had that going for him. But he needed to be taught a lesson. Slowly, an idea was hatched in her mind. A wonderful, lust-filled goddamn idea. Why not? He'd been so fuckin' rude . . . been so in need of someone to teach him how to treat a woman . . . Why not her? Why not teach him her own damn self? She propped his unconscious body against the bar and then pulled him up onto a chair. The man was unusually light- probably not eaten for a matter of days. But he was rather well muscled, wiry and lean- she liked the feel of him against her. Smiling wickedly, she removed his poncho and his pack, allowing him to rest easily against the smooth surface of the chair's back. Rope. She needed some fucking rope . . . But all she had was her belt, unless- yes. The bitch was wearing one too. Taking it from the loops of his pants, she tied his wrists to the chair, making it impossible for him to move anything but his hands. Even then, it was only a small bit. That done, she stood back and simply waited- hip cocked against her hand, chin raised and defiant. Mini bike. She'd show him a fucking mini bike.
Thread: Boys and their Toys (Isis and Sigurd)

He slowly came around, his vision blurry from the strike. The pain he received from the occasional fight wasn't much, but he hated it- which was why he tried to not be on the receiving end of the pain. He shook his head to try and clear it, then tried to move his hands to wipe his head and rub his jaw. He soon found he could only barely move them. What the . . . ? he asked no one, his vision finally getting focused as he looked down to his arms. He found his hands bound to a chair by a belt. His belt. Wait. That's . . . That's my belt . . . He looked up to find the the bartenderbitch from before staring back at him, eyes rather cruel. So . . . You stole my belt and tied me up. Pausing, he smirked. Where's my hamburger and vodka for all this trouble?He was expecting something to happen, why else would she have tied him up? That was the main reason he continued to antagonize her, to see how far he could push her before getting yet another strike.