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STORY TITLE: BLOWING VALAROMA
AUTHOR: Digdigil (should I admit that?)
CHAPTER TITLE: THE HORN IS SOUNDED
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: GRAPHIC SLASH AND NAUGHTINESS.
SUMMARY: Oromë and Celegorm go for a ride.
The first time that Oromë took Celegorm hunting was on a lustrous day when the light from Laurelin spread its rays warmly across the lands of Valinor and the air was warm in the clear azure sky. Celegorm was blissfully happy this day because his parents had given permission for him to take his tutelage in riding, hunting and archery from Oromë while residing with the Vala so that the intensity of his full immersion into the lessons could have its desired effect upon the young Elf.
With Huan loping along beside them, the Elf and the Vala set out at a fast trot through the woods and across the plains, the feeling of exhilaration and freedom coursing through Celegorm’s body and spirit like a lightning rod. From the sheer excitement he felt, he set his horse to a gallop and soon was flying ahead of Oromë, his long blond hair flying loose, its ties abandoned as he roared loudly with delight at the joyful feeling of freedom.
Oromë laughed delightedly to see Celegorm so happy. Fëanor and Nerdanel had been extremely understanding about the Vala’s proposal and were pleased that Oromë had taken an interest in their third son who, unlike his two older brothers and the two younger, showed none of the intellectual or creative skill that Fëanor had hoped all of his sons would possess and enjoy.
After following the Elf for a while, Oromë set Nahar to a faster pace in order to catch up with him so that he could watch Celegorm take a few jumps over a course of hedges and low fences that Oromë had erected in this area for instructional purposes. However, Celegorm had ridden too far ahead so that Oromë could not see him through the trees and shrubbery of the woods. The Vala was just on the outskirts before the green woods broke open into a pastured area, and near the obstacle course that Oromë wanted the Elf to try. Oromë reached down and unfastened Valaroma from his belt so that he could sound a blast that Celegorm would hear and know that he should return to the Vala’s side. Placing the huge horn to his lips, Oromë blew lustily and delighted in the deep resonant sound that issued from its coronet.
When Oromë presently emerged from the thick tree growth, he could see Celegorm at a distance, galloping back towards him, bending down low over his horse’s back. “He rides well”, the Vala thought admiringly as he watched horse and rider approach. He had let Celegorm take out a beautiful silver-grey stallion from his stables named Luinil after one of the new stars that Varda had fashioned for them before the Firstborn were awakened at Cuiviénen. So entranced was Oromë with the Elves that he had discovered and lived among for a while, that he had named all of his horses after Varda’s stars: Carnil, Luinil, Nénar, Lumbar, Alcarinquë and Elemmirë.
The Elf rode up to Oromë, a huge smile playing across his lovely face, and Oromë felt that as bright as this day was, it shined all the more for Celegorm’s presence in it. “That was Valaroma, wasn’t it?” the young Elf asked.
“Yes!” replied Oromë. “I didn’t want you to ride so far ahead. I want to see how you take some upcoming jumps so that I will know how much instruction you will need in steeplechasing”.
Celegorm squinted at the Vala with head tilted to one side and one eye closed to ward off Laurelin’s bright rays. His cheeks were flushed pink and his fair hair was tousled from the wind. He wore a thin, loose shirt of white muslin that clung to his strong young chest, and skin-tight riding breeches of rich chocolate brown with matching boots. “You want to see how I take a horse over a jump?” he asked.
Oromë stifled a sigh. The sigh would not have been in response to the question, but to the Elf’s incredible beauty. The Vala was besotted with him and every moment spent in Celegorm’s exuberant presence was an exercise in self control for him. “Yes. Follow me, Tyelkormo”, he shouted and spurred Nahar into a fast trot. Luinil followed closely behind. “The first jump is straight ahead! It’s a hedge about four feet high!” Oromë called over his shoulder. “Watch me and then follow, but jump your horse in the same way you usually would!”
Celegorm watched intently as Oromë took Nahar neatly over the hedge and then he sped up his horse as the Vala turned Nahar around and brought him to a stop in order to watch the Elf. Celegorm followed, Luinil taking the hedge smoothly and with at lease a foot’s clearance to spare.
“Well done!” cried Oromë. “You are the picture of good horsemanship! What can I teach you? You are already perfect!” Celegorm laughed happily at the Vala’s praise. Then the two of them jumped the rest of the obstacles with ease.
After they had gone around the course four times, Celegorm jumping Luinil with perfection every time, Oromë suggested riding to a nearby lake for a swim and a picnic. “Lovely!” cried Celegorm. “I could do with some refreshment!”
The secluded lake twinkled like a sapphire, set as it was below a stand of golden Mallorn trees in a shallow emerald-green valley. “This little gem of a lake is on my lands and no one else knows of it”, Oromë said as he and Celegorm rode up to the shimmering water.
“It’s beautiful”, Celegorm enthused as he gazed upon its tranquility.
“Yes it is”, Oromë agreed. It suits your own beauty very well, he thought to himself. “Shall we swim first and eat later?” he asked.
“Good idea”, replied Celegorm as he dismounted. He tied Luinil to a tree to let him graze in the soft grass. He looked around for Huan and saw that the hound was running off to chase rabbits. He did not hesitate as he gracefully swept the shirt over his head and then quickly began to divest himself of his boots and breeches. As he stood in his underwear, deciding whether or not to wear them swimming or to take them off too, the Vala decided to abandon his own clothing and began to disrobe, unnoticed by the Elf. Then Celegorm decided to remove his underclothing so that it would not be wet when he dressed again later. Relishing the feel of the warm breeze against his skin, the Elf ran swiftly toward the water and plunged in.
The Vala watched him go, remarking how his perky little backside hitched engagingly from one side to the other as he ran, and he felt himself become a bit light-headed with remembrances of Cuiviénen when he had wandered among the Elves who were first awakened and so innocent and in awe of everything that they saw.
Celegorm dove beneath the water’s surface and then rose again, reveling in the feel of the fresh water on his bare skin. He raised his hands to pull his wet, heavy hair away from his face. He cursed himself for not bringing something to tie it back with, as he wore it long now because Oromë had said he liked it that way and it fell, thickly and luxuriously to his mid-chest. He wiped the water from his eyes and opened them.
Oromë was about to enter the water. He had removed all of his clothes and Celegorm stared in awe at his magnificence. The Vala’s hair was dark brown like the wood of the walnut tree and worn long also to his waist, but it was held to one side with a swath of knotted silk and fell over one hugely muscled shoulder. He wore a neatly trimmed beard and moustache. His chest was powerful and broad and his torso sloped into a narrow waist and hips, and then flared out again to powerfully muscular thighs. There was a small indentation where his navel would have been, and there was a light smattering of hair across his pubic area, although his chest was smooth. Celegorm gaped to see him, splendid as he was in this form. He was much taller than Celegorm, who was tall at six foot five, but the Vala was at least a foot taller. He waded through the water to stand next to the Elf.
“Isn’t it refreshing?” he asked by way of small talk though his heart was pounding in his mighty chest.
“It is”, replied Celegorm, glad to be held up by the buoyancy of the water, because without it, the proximity of the Vala which caused palpable waves of attraction between them would have made him lose his balance. He looked up at Oromë from under dark-fringed lashes and smiled sweetly.
Oromë wished for nothing but to sweep this Elf up into his great arms and carry him off to a secret spot, and then lay the exquisite creature down and make sweet love to him for the rest of this glorious day. However, he managed to curtail his impulses and continue the conversation. “Are you a good swimmer?” he asked.
“I am proud to say that I am”, Celegorm boasted. “Ada always told me I had a swimmer’s body”.
“Ah, yes”, said Oromë, glad that he could talk now about Celegorm’s body without being embarrassingly off-topic. “You have the necessary muscle strength in your upper body. Your arms are strong and muscular, able to pull you through the water with great speed. And your chest appears to have good lung capacity for holding your breath underwater”.
Celegorm looked down at his own chest and rubbed his hands sensually over the wet smoothness. When his fingers trailed over his own nipples he began to roll them between thumb and forefinger absent-mindedly. Oromë began to feel aroused beneath the surface of the water. He thought he must quickly get his mind off of Celegorm’s body or be caught out in his secret desire.
“Do you think you could swim to the small island in the lake’s centre?” he asked the Elf quickly and pointed to a small patch of land about 300 yards (metres) away.
“Of course I could!” cried Celegorm. “Is this a race?”
“No, not a race”, said Oromë, “for I would beat you and that wouldn’t be fair. Let’s call it a test of endurance. I want to see if you can swim that far in one continuous stretch”.
The two then swam effortlessly to the small island. It was a small feat for Oromë and only a bit more of an effort for Celegorm. When they both strode out of the water onto the shore of the island, however, Celegorm collapsed onto the smooth sand of the narrow beach. Oromë lowered himself down beside him. The Elf was panting, his chest rising and falling deeply as he lay on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes.
“Did that swim tire you too much, Tyelkormo?” asked Oromë with concern. Celegorm sighed and rolled over onto his stomach. Oromë made note of the perfectly sculpted buttocks, covered with a fine coating of sand. How he wished he could brush the sand off of the perky orbs. Instead, he brushed a large hand over Celegorm’s wet hair. “Your hair is tangled and covered with sand”, he remarked, his voice husky as he attempted to detangle a couple of strands. “Come and explore this little atoll with me”, he said suddenly and stood up, reaching down to offer his hand to the Elf. Celegorm grasped it and Oromë pulled him lightly to his feet. At the touch of their hands, both felt a shock as of a shimmeringly palpable presence, make itself known between them. Both Elf and Vala gasped simultaneously and took a step back from each other.
Oromë recovered first and quickly suggested a walk to the inner part of the little island. After a couple of minutes they came to a small grove of fruit trees. There were pears, peaches and plums, and many others. Celegorm laughed with delight. “How perfect! I am hungry!” he enthused, and plucked a ripe peach from a low-hanging branch. Beneath the trees was a small expanse of soft grass, carpeted with sweet clover and the fallen blossoms from the cherry trees. They sat down upon the fragrant carpet and felt its exquisite softness, as of the downiest feather bed.
“Mmmm --- “sighed Celegorm, finishing his peach and then stretching his body languidly across the ground.
“Do you smell that?” asked Oromë, trying mightily not to look in the Elf’s direction.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not sure that peaches agree with me”, said Celegorm.
“No, not that. Do you not smell the fragrance of ripe strawberries mixed in with the clover and the cherries?”
“Mmmm --- “sniffed Celegorm.
“I’m going to pick some”, said Oromë, and leapt to his feet. Celegorm watched his tall body move off toward the scent and sighed with longing, feeling suddenly bereft of the Vala’s company.
When Oromë returned, he had a great quantity of the ripe red berries cupped in his huge hands. He knelt down and placed them carefully on a smooth patch of grass. “Smell how fresh and ripe these are”, he said.
“Mmmm --- “sighed Celegorm. “Put one in my mouth for me”, he said on impulse.
Oromë picked up a berry and made to toss it into Celegorm’s mouth, but with his Elven quickness, Celegorm grasped Oromë’s hand and with his voluptuous pink tongue, he licked down the length of the Vala’s palm until he came to the strawberry, and then he took it into his mouth and still clasping Oromë by the wrist, he sucked the juices from the berry and swallowed, and then placed his lips around two of the Vala’s fingers and sucked them slowly and suggestively until all traces of the red juice were gone.
There could be no mistaking that gesture. Oromë looked up from his hand to the Elf’s eyes. They glittered with a sensuous awareness that Oromë had not seen before in Celegorm, and rather than the innocent blue gaze of the boy these eyes, glinting like hard, bright sapphires, held the knowingly lustful glare of a man who knew what he wanted.
“Your hair – it is so tangled”, Oromë stuttered lamely, not knowing what else to say.
“Yes”, Celegorm hissed, inching nearer to whisper in Oromë’s ear, “play with my hair”. And he took Oromë’s big hand as he sat up and placed it upon his tousled blond head. Oromë caressed the beautiful hair, running his hand down the long strands, shaking out as much of the sand as he could, and trying to make the hair smooth again as his mind was a jumbled mass of incomplete thoughts.
“Play with this hair too”, whispered Celegorm, readjusting his position so that he was lying on his back again, and taking Oromë’s other hand, he placed it on the soft pale curls surrounding his burgeoning erection.
“Oh, Eru, this is it! The time has finally come!” was the only coherent thought that entered Oromë’s mind as his passion took over and he felt his own arousal grow large and hard. Ashamed of its size, he turned away from the Elf, trying to hide it from the blue gaze.
“No”, said Celegorm firmly. “Let me see”. And he began to climb over Oromë to find it. At the feel of the silky Elven skin upon his own, Oromë lost his last measure of self-control and moaned loudly as he took the Elf-boy into his longing arms.
“Oh, Valar, forgive me for what I am about to do”, he groaned as he threaded his fingers through the long, blond strands of the Elven hair, his elbows leaning against the silky shoulders, gazing deeply into the sapphire blue eyes. The full pink deliciously curved Elven lips parted and waited for him.
“There is nothing to forgive you for”, the Elf breathed, and Oromë then gave in to his passion and brought his own hard lips, hungry to be kissed, down upon the delectable softness of the Elf’s.
As their kiss deepened and tongues explored the moist depths of each other’s panting mouths, Oromë tried to be as gentle as possible lest he hurt the Elf in his passion, because he wanted to devour this beautiful creature, and had wanted him since he had first seen him. Celegorm writhed beneath the Vala’s warm, strong body, relishing the feel of the steely chest and thighs, relishing the feeling of being overpowered, and reaching harder into the kiss, trying to find something that had been missing yet he was not aware of it, but it made him strive for more, to kiss harder, to feel more of Oromë’s mouth returning his kisses, to be good at something. To be good enough.
After kissing passionately for what seemed an eternity, Oromë broke the kiss from Celegorm’s lips and looked down at him. “I love your beauty”, he murmured. He kissed Celegorm’s fair brow and left soft butterfly kisses upon each eyelid and again on the high cheekbones, and then upon the perfect nose and the ivory chin, and then as the Elf bent his head back, Oromë caressed the soft, smooth elongated neck with his closed lips, his moustache and beard warm and inviting against Celegorm’s tender skin. He squirmed under the Vala’s body, trying to find some contact for his aching penis.
“Please”, he gasped in a throaty whisper, “please, Oromë, touch me – touch me – “he begged.
“My dear boy am I teasing you?” the Vala asked with concern. “I do not mean to. I do not mean to”, and he claimed Celegorm’s bruised lips again with his own, while he ran his hand tenderly down the length of the Elf’s smooth body until it met again the soft curls around his erection and his fingers closed eagerly around the hard, velvety shaft and began to stroke gently.
Celegorm screamed and writhed at the touch. “You are very sensitive, my love”, exclaimed Oromë, as he took the tip of the Elf’s ear between his lips and began to suck on it gently, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through Celegorm’s shuddering body. “Let me try something softer”, said the Vala, and released the sensitive ear as he lowered himself down the satiny body, leaving a trail of kisses on his chest, running his tongue lovingly over his erect nipples, savouring their feel, like little pearls upon the silky flesh, and down the sensitive line between breast and navel, swirling his tongue into the little indentation and then leaving great, hungry, slurping kisses on the line between navel and pubic hair, sucking at the sensitive skin while Celegorm screamed out in ecstasy, “No! No! No!”
“No, my love?” asked Oromë, stopping and panting, his breath coming in short gasps while teasing the tip of Celegorm’s velvety penis with his neck where it poked insistently at the Vala’s flesh.
“Ah, I do not wish you to suffer”, he sighed, and readying himself to take Celegorm orally, he paused first to look upon the beautiful spire of his lust, his beautiful arousal, so lovely, so perfect, waiting for Oromë’s mouth to take it in, and he knew it would feel so perfect against his tongue, so right, as if it belonged there, and it did, in a way, he thought. He would not deny himself any longer. And with mouth and tongue, he took the Elf’s arousal, sucking it deeply into his throat, savouring the exquisite taste and feel of this beautiful being. He pulled the lovely penis in and out, creating suction with his cheeks, savouring the feel of it as the lovely creature writhed and thrashed mightily above and under him, and then with a tremendous shudder and scream, Celegorm exploded, disappointingly too soon for the Vala, who could have continued to suckle the Elf forever.
Oromë had almost forgotten about his own erection as he had enjoyed pleasuring the Elf, never wanting it to stop. Gasping and panting, Celegorm threw an arm over his eyes and lay still until his breathing returned to normal. He sat up after a moment, leaning on his elbows, and there was still a look of lust in his clear blue eyes.
“That was about time, Oromë”, he said naughtily. “I was beginning to think that it may never happen. But now it is your turn. Let me look at you”.
Oromë gazed upon Celegorm and he felt love. The glorious feeling washed over him in a great emotional tidal wave and for a moment he could not speak but great tears welled up in his eyes. He turned to let Celegorm see him. All of him. This would be the test. If the boy became repulsed by his huge size, then that would be his fate, and he must accept it. He was still erect, and now that he had tasted the Elf and realized his love for him, he knew that as long as Celegorm was near him he would probably stay in a constant state of arousal. He just realized too that he had not touched the Elf’s buttocks, those lovely mounds that he had been lusting after for days.
Celegorm regarded Oromë with awe. He was transfixed by the power that he Vala exuded. His body was all hard steel – and – so hard – his erection was simply – enormous. He gulped. How was he ever going to – he reached out as Oromë lay back and he touched it lightly, letting his fingers trace the contours and feel the weight of it as the Vala groaned piteously under his touch. He looked at his beautiful Elf and his eyes pleaded with him for more. Celegorm let his hand fall down the length of the towering spike to the soft sac below and caressed it with loving strokes as Oromë shuddered and whimpered beneath his hand. Then the Elf lowered his golden head until his lips touched those generous balls and he kissed them softly. Oromë thought he would scream as Celegorm’s hand began to stroke his shaft more quickly and he nuzzled his sac with his nose and lips. Suddenly he changed positions and moved his lips to lick the sides and top and all over his erection while his hand stroked Oromë’s balls, squeezing them lightly. Oromë groaned loudly and his hand sought the mass of blond hair and caressed it, then let his hand slide down the Elf’s satiny back until it found his plump buttocks, and Oromë fondled the smooth mounds tenderly as he moaned in ecstasy.
Soon Celegorm had taken the tip and top half of Oromë’s penis into his mouth and began to suck on it ravenously, sending the Vala to the brink where he thought he would topple off. “Not yet”, he gasped, and his hand sought his own arousal and he squeezed it at its throbbing base as he emitted a loud groan. Celegorm looked up, his face flushed and lustful and he touched Oromë’s chest with his hands and then ran them up and down his taut stomach. Then he rose and Oromë could see that the Elf was hard again, and Celegorm lowered himself to straddle the Vala’s thighs, letting his glorious manhood touch against Oromë’s, and he rubbed both shafts together, causing Oromë to utter guttural moans from deep within his throat. Celegorm lowered his body on top of Oromë’s and his lips sought a hard nipple and he nibbled it as his hand grasped Oromë’s penis again and pressed it between them, stroking it rapidly and emitting a little yelp himself as Oromë squeezed his buttocks hard with one hand.
“I’m sorry, little one, little love”, gasped the Vala. “Did I hurt you? I would not hurt you, my love, my pet – “
“N – no”, Celegorm whispered, “but I want more, and how – I want to please you, but – “
“Take me”, the Vala moaned, and embraced the Elf in a tender hug, holding the beautiful warm body close to his and relishing the feel of it against him. His thoughts flew to a vision of what it would feel like in bed, holding Celegorm in his arms all night long. He grew more excited at the thought of it and he wanted to finish here and go home and ravish the Elf for the rest of the day in his bed. He reluctantly broke the embrace and turned over to lie on his stomach. “Please take me now”, he crooned. Celegorm then lay on top of the Vala and let his cock slide between Oromë’s hard buttocks, moving it with his hand to rub up and down the deep cleft as Oromë tried to stop himself from writhing beneath him. Then Celegorm found the entrance and inserted two fingers carefully into it.
“We have not brought any oil with us”, he said.
“Curse Eru, no!” cried Oromë. “Never mind! Use spit. It will be good even without anything at all”, he sighed happily.
Celegorm then withdrew his fingers and pressed his rigid member to the entrance and pushed it in without any trouble. Oromë whimpered as the Elf withdrew slightly and then pushed in again slowly. “Harder!” Oromë cried and Celegorm quickened the pace, sliding in and out with ease. Then he continued his thrusts more rapidly and noticed that Oromë was touching his own cock beneath him, trying to bring himself to climax. Celegorm found that the friction against his own member was causing him to come near climax as well. He reached below the Vala’s body and placed his hand over top of the Vala’s and Oromë then released his cock into Celegorm’s hand to stroke and finish him off. Celegorm pulled up and down as fast as he could along the shaft until the Vala exploded with great shrieking cries, and Celegorm relished the feel of the Vala’s seed being spent all over his hand. The Elf then pulled his hand away and raised it to his mouth to taste Oromë’s essence. It was of a flavour that he could not name, but heady like the sky, and shimmering like the stars, and warm like the earth. Celegorm moaned and sank his face into the Vala’s shoulder, nipping him with love bites as he thrust harder, deeper and faster until he came moments later, filling Oromë with his own young essence. After a moment the Vala rolled over and hugged the Elf closely to his chest, planting kisses all over his ravishing face. He sighed contentedly.
“I love you, little one”, he said softly. “I love you more than the stars in the sky and rain on the earth and the flowers of the fields. You are everything to me”.
“I thought you would never realize it”, whispered the Elf as he nuzzled into Oromë’s shoulder. “I love you more than warm fires and cozy blankets and the feel of Huan’s fur against my bare skin”.
Oromë laughed.
“There is still one thing I would love to do, though”, said the Elf.
“What is that, my pet?” asked Oromë.
“Learn how to blow that horn of yours properly”, laughed Celegorm.
The Vala bellowed his mirth into the fragrant air. “Come”, he said, “let us go home. I shall let you practice blowing my horn all night long”.
STORY TITLE: BLOWING VALAROMA
AUTHOR: Digdigil (should I admit that?)
CHAPTER TITLE: THE HORN IS SOUNDED
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: GRAPHIC SLASH AND NAUGHTINESS.
SUMMARY: Oromë and Celegorm go for a ride.
The first time that Oromë took Celegorm hunting was on a lustrous day when the light from Laurelin spread its rays warmly across the lands of Valinor and the air was warm in the clear azure sky. Celegorm was blissfully happy this day because his parents had given permission for him to take his tutelage in riding, hunting and archery from Oromë while residing with the Vala so that the intensity of his full immersion into the lessons could have its desired effect upon the young Elf.
With Huan loping along beside them, the Elf and the Vala set out at a fast trot through the woods and across the plains, the feeling of exhilaration and freedom coursing through Celegorm’s body and spirit like a lightning rod. From the sheer excitement he felt, he set his horse to a gallop and soon was flying ahead of Oromë, his long blond hair flying loose, its ties abandoned as he roared loudly with delight at the joyful feeling of freedom.
Oromë laughed delightedly to see Celegorm so happy. Fëanor and Nerdanel had been extremely understanding about the Vala’s proposal and were pleased that Oromë had taken an interest in their third son who, unlike his two older brothers and the two younger, showed none of the intellectual or creative skill that Fëanor had hoped all of his sons would possess and enjoy.
After following the Elf for a while, Oromë set Nahar to a faster pace in order to catch up with him so that he could watch Celegorm take a few jumps over a course of hedges and low fences that Oromë had erected in this area for instructional purposes. However, Celegorm had ridden too far ahead so that Oromë could not see him through the trees and shrubbery of the woods. The Vala was just on the outskirts before the green woods broke open into a pastured area, and near the obstacle course that Oromë wanted the Elf to try. Oromë reached down and unfastened Valaroma from his belt so that he could sound a blast that Celegorm would hear and know that he should return to the Vala’s side. Placing the huge horn to his lips, Oromë blew lustily and delighted in the deep resonant sound that issued from its coronet.
When Oromë presently emerged from the thick tree growth, he could see Celegorm at a distance, galloping back towards him, bending down low over his horse’s back. “He rides well”, the Vala thought admiringly as he watched horse and rider approach. He had let Celegorm take out a beautiful silver-grey stallion from his stables named Luinil after one of the new stars that Varda had fashioned for them before the Firstborn were awakened at Cuiviénen. So entranced was Oromë with the Elves that he had discovered and lived among for a while, that he had named all of his horses after Varda’s stars: Carnil, Luinil, Nénar, Lumbar, Alcarinquë and Elemmirë.
The Elf rode up to Oromë, a huge smile playing across his lovely face, and Oromë felt that as bright as this day was, it shined all the more for Celegorm’s presence in it. “That was Valaroma, wasn’t it?” the young Elf asked.
“Yes!” replied Oromë. “I didn’t want you to ride so far ahead. I want to see how you take some upcoming jumps so that I will know how much instruction you will need in steeplechasing”.
Celegorm squinted at the Vala with head tilted to one side and one eye closed to ward off Laurelin’s bright rays. His cheeks were flushed pink and his fair hair was tousled from the wind. He wore a thin, loose shirt of white muslin that clung to his strong young chest, and skin-tight riding breeches of rich chocolate brown with matching boots. “You want to see how I take a horse over a jump?” he asked.
Oromë stifled a sigh. The sigh would not have been in response to the question, but to the Elf’s incredible beauty. The Vala was besotted with him and every moment spent in Celegorm’s exuberant presence was an exercise in self control for him. “Yes. Follow me, Tyelkormo”, he shouted and spurred Nahar into a fast trot. Luinil followed closely behind. “The first jump is straight ahead! It’s a hedge about four feet high!” Oromë called over his shoulder. “Watch me and then follow, but jump your horse in the same way you usually would!”
Celegorm watched intently as Oromë took Nahar neatly over the hedge and then he sped up his horse as the Vala turned Nahar around and brought him to a stop in order to watch the Elf. Celegorm followed, Luinil taking the hedge smoothly and with at lease a foot’s clearance to spare.
“Well done!” cried Oromë. “You are the picture of good horsemanship! What can I teach you? You are already perfect!” Celegorm laughed happily at the Vala’s praise. Then the two of them jumped the rest of the obstacles with ease.
After they had gone around the course four times, Celegorm jumping Luinil with perfection every time, Oromë suggested riding to a nearby lake for a swim and a picnic. “Lovely!” cried Celegorm. “I could do with some refreshment!”
The secluded lake twinkled like a sapphire, set as it was below a stand of golden Mallorn trees in a shallow emerald-green valley. “This little gem of a lake is on my lands and no one else knows of it”, Oromë said as he and Celegorm rode up to the shimmering water.
“It’s beautiful”, Celegorm enthused as he gazed upon its tranquility.
“Yes it is”, Oromë agreed. It suits your own beauty very well, he thought to himself. “Shall we swim first and eat later?” he asked.
“Good idea”, replied Celegorm as he dismounted. He tied Luinil to a tree to let him graze in the soft grass. He looked around for Huan and saw that the hound was running off to chase rabbits. He did not hesitate as he gracefully swept the shirt over his head and then quickly began to divest himself of his boots and breeches. As he stood in his underwear, deciding whether or not to wear them swimming or to take them off too, the Vala decided to abandon his own clothing and began to disrobe, unnoticed by the Elf. Then Celegorm decided to remove his underclothing so that it would not be wet when he dressed again later. Relishing the feel of the warm breeze against his skin, the Elf ran swiftly toward the water and plunged in.
The Vala watched him go, remarking how his perky little backside hitched engagingly from one side to the other as he ran, and he felt himself become a bit light-headed with remembrances of Cuiviénen when he had wandered among the Elves who were first awakened and so innocent and in awe of everything that they saw.
Celegorm dove beneath the water’s surface and then rose again, reveling in the feel of the fresh water on his bare skin. He raised his hands to pull his wet, heavy hair away from his face. He cursed himself for not bringing something to tie it back with, as he wore it long now because Oromë had said he liked it that way and it fell, thickly and luxuriously to his mid-chest. He wiped the water from his eyes and opened them.
Oromë was about to enter the water. He had removed all of his clothes and Celegorm stared in awe at his magnificence. The Vala’s hair was dark brown like the wood of the walnut tree and worn long also to his waist, but it was held to one side with a swath of knotted silk and fell over one hugely muscled shoulder. He wore a neatly trimmed beard and moustache. His chest was powerful and broad and his torso sloped into a narrow waist and hips, and then flared out again to powerfully muscular thighs. There was a small indentation where his navel would have been, and there was a light smattering of hair across his pubic area, although his chest was smooth. Celegorm gaped to see him, splendid as he was in this form. He was much taller than Celegorm, who was tall at six foot five, but the Vala was at least a foot taller. He waded through the water to stand next to the Elf.
“Isn’t it refreshing?” he asked by way of small talk though his heart was pounding in his mighty chest.
“It is”, replied Celegorm, glad to be held up by the buoyancy of the water, because without it, the proximity of the Vala which caused palpable waves of attraction between them would have made him lose his balance. He looked up at Oromë from under dark-fringed lashes and smiled sweetly.
Oromë wished for nothing but to sweep this Elf up into his great arms and carry him off to a secret spot, and then lay the exquisite creature down and make sweet love to him for the rest of this glorious day. However, he managed to curtail his impulses and continue the conversation. “Are you a good swimmer?” he asked.
“I am proud to say that I am”, Celegorm boasted. “Ada always told me I had a swimmer’s body”.
“Ah, yes”, said Oromë, glad that he could talk now about Celegorm’s body without being embarrassingly off-topic. “You have the necessary muscle strength in your upper body. Your arms are strong and muscular, able to pull you through the water with great speed. And your chest appears to have good lung capacity for holding your breath underwater”.
Celegorm looked down at his own chest and rubbed his hands sensually over the wet smoothness. When his fingers trailed over his own nipples he began to roll them between thumb and forefinger absent-mindedly. Oromë began to feel aroused beneath the surface of the water. He thought he must quickly get his mind off of Celegorm’s body or be caught out in his secret desire.
“Do you think you could swim to the small island in the lake’s centre?” he asked the Elf quickly and pointed to a small patch of land about 300 yards (metres) away.
“Of course I could!” cried Celegorm. “Is this a race?”
“No, not a race”, said Oromë, “for I would beat you and that wouldn’t be fair. Let’s call it a test of endurance. I want to see if you can swim that far in one continuous stretch”.
The two then swam effortlessly to the small island. It was a small feat for Oromë and only a bit more of an effort for Celegorm. When they both strode out of the water onto the shore of the island, however, Celegorm collapsed onto the smooth sand of the narrow beach. Oromë lowered himself down beside him. The Elf was panting, his chest rising and falling deeply as he lay on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes.
“Did that swim tire you too much, Tyelkormo?” asked Oromë with concern. Celegorm sighed and rolled over onto his stomach. Oromë made note of the perfectly sculpted buttocks, covered with a fine coating of sand. How he wished he could brush the sand off of the perky orbs. Instead, he brushed a large hand over Celegorm’s wet hair. “Your hair is tangled and covered with sand”, he remarked, his voice husky as he attempted to detangle a couple of strands. “Come and explore this little atoll with me”, he said suddenly and stood up, reaching down to offer his hand to the Elf. Celegorm grasped it and Oromë pulled him lightly to his feet. At the touch of their hands, both felt a shock as of a shimmeringly palpable presence, make itself known between them. Both Elf and Vala gasped simultaneously and took a step back from each other.
Oromë recovered first and quickly suggested a walk to the inner part of the little island. After a couple of minutes they came to a small grove of fruit trees. There were pears, peaches and plums, and many others. Celegorm laughed with delight. “How perfect! I am hungry!” he enthused, and plucked a ripe peach from a low-hanging branch. Beneath the trees was a small expanse of soft grass, carpeted with sweet clover and the fallen blossoms from the cherry trees. They sat down upon the fragrant carpet and felt its exquisite softness, as of the downiest feather bed.
“Mmmm --- “sighed Celegorm, finishing his peach and then stretching his body languidly across the ground.
“Do you smell that?” asked Oromë, trying mightily not to look in the Elf’s direction.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not sure that peaches agree with me”, said Celegorm.
“No, not that. Do you not smell the fragrance of ripe strawberries mixed in with the clover and the cherries?”
“Mmmm --- “sniffed Celegorm.
“I’m going to pick some”, said Oromë, and leapt to his feet. Celegorm watched his tall body move off toward the scent and sighed with longing, feeling suddenly bereft of the Vala’s company.
When Oromë returned, he had a great quantity of the ripe red berries cupped in his huge hands. He knelt down and placed them carefully on a smooth patch of grass. “Smell how fresh and ripe these are”, he said.
“Mmmm --- “sighed Celegorm. “Put one in my mouth for me”, he said on impulse.
Oromë picked up a berry and made to toss it into Celegorm’s mouth, but with his Elven quickness, Celegorm grasped Oromë’s hand and with his voluptuous pink tongue, he licked down the length of the Vala’s palm until he came to the strawberry, and then he took it into his mouth and still clasping Oromë by the wrist, he sucked the juices from the berry and swallowed, and then placed his lips around two of the Vala’s fingers and sucked them slowly and suggestively until all traces of the red juice were gone.
There could be no mistaking that gesture. Oromë looked up from his hand to the Elf’s eyes. They glittered with a sensuous awareness that Oromë had not seen before in Celegorm, and rather than the innocent blue gaze of the boy these eyes, glinting like hard, bright sapphires, held the knowingly lustful glare of a man who knew what he wanted.
“Your hair – it is so tangled”, Oromë stuttered lamely, not knowing what else to say.
“Yes”, Celegorm hissed, inching nearer to whisper in Oromë’s ear, “play with my hair”. And he took Oromë’s big hand as he sat up and placed it upon his tousled blond head. Oromë caressed the beautiful hair, running his hand down the long strands, shaking out as much of the sand as he could, and trying to make the hair smooth again as his mind was a jumbled mass of incomplete thoughts.
“Play with this hair too”, whispered Celegorm, readjusting his position so that he was lying on his back again, and taking Oromë’s other hand, he placed it on the soft pale curls surrounding his burgeoning erection.
“Oh, Eru, this is it! The time has finally come!” was the only coherent thought that entered Oromë’s mind as his passion took over and he felt his own arousal grow large and hard. Ashamed of its size, he turned away from the Elf, trying to hide it from the blue gaze.
“No”, said Celegorm firmly. “Let me see”. And he began to climb over Oromë to find it. At the feel of the silky Elven skin upon his own, Oromë lost his last measure of self-control and moaned loudly as he took the Elf-boy into his longing arms.
“Oh, Valar, forgive me for what I am about to do”, he groaned as he threaded his fingers through the long, blond strands of the Elven hair, his elbows leaning against the silky shoulders, gazing deeply into the sapphire blue eyes. The full pink deliciously curved Elven lips parted and waited for him.
“There is nothing to forgive you for”, the Elf breathed, and Oromë then gave in to his passion and brought his own hard lips, hungry to be kissed, down upon the delectable softness of the Elf’s.
As their kiss deepened and tongues explored the moist depths of each other’s panting mouths, Oromë tried to be as gentle as possible lest he hurt the Elf in his passion, because he wanted to devour this beautiful creature, and had wanted him since he had first seen him. Celegorm writhed beneath the Vala’s warm, strong body, relishing the feel of the steely chest and thighs, relishing the feeling of being overpowered, and reaching harder into the kiss, trying to find something that had been missing yet he was not aware of it, but it made him strive for more, to kiss harder, to feel more of Oromë’s mouth returning his kisses, to be good at something. To be good enough.
After kissing passionately for what seemed an eternity, Oromë broke the kiss from Celegorm’s lips and looked down at him. “I love your beauty”, he murmured. He kissed Celegorm’s fair brow and left soft butterfly kisses upon each eyelid and again on the high cheekbones, and then upon the perfect nose and the ivory chin, and then as the Elf bent his head back, Oromë caressed the soft, smooth elongated neck with his closed lips, his moustache and beard warm and inviting against Celegorm’s tender skin. He squirmed under the Vala’s body, trying to find some contact for his aching penis.
“Please”, he gasped in a throaty whisper, “please, Oromë, touch me – touch me – “he begged.
“My dear boy am I teasing you?” the Vala asked with concern. “I do not mean to. I do not mean to”, and he claimed Celegorm’s bruised lips again with his own, while he ran his hand tenderly down the length of the Elf’s smooth body until it met again the soft curls around his erection and his fingers closed eagerly around the hard, velvety shaft and began to stroke gently.
Celegorm screamed and writhed at the touch. “You are very sensitive, my love”, exclaimed Oromë, as he took the tip of the Elf’s ear between his lips and began to suck on it gently, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through Celegorm’s shuddering body. “Let me try something softer”, said the Vala, and released the sensitive ear as he lowered himself down the satiny body, leaving a trail of kisses on his chest, running his tongue lovingly over his erect nipples, savouring their feel, like little pearls upon the silky flesh, and down the sensitive line between breast and navel, swirling his tongue into the little indentation and then leaving great, hungry, slurping kisses on the line between navel and pubic hair, sucking at the sensitive skin while Celegorm screamed out in ecstasy, “No! No! No!”
“No, my love?” asked Oromë, stopping and panting, his breath coming in short gasps while teasing the tip of Celegorm’s velvety penis with his neck where it poked insistently at the Vala’s flesh.
“Ah, I do not wish you to suffer”, he sighed, and readying himself to take Celegorm orally, he paused first to look upon the beautiful spire of his lust, his beautiful arousal, so lovely, so perfect, waiting for Oromë’s mouth to take it in, and he knew it would feel so perfect against his tongue, so right, as if it belonged there, and it did, in a way, he thought. He would not deny himself any longer. And with mouth and tongue, he took the Elf’s arousal, sucking it deeply into his throat, savouring the exquisite taste and feel of this beautiful being. He pulled the lovely penis in and out, creating suction with his cheeks, savouring the feel of it as the lovely creature writhed and thrashed mightily above and under him, and then with a tremendous shudder and scream, Celegorm exploded, disappointingly too soon for the Vala, who could have continued to suckle the Elf forever.
Oromë had almost forgotten about his own erection as he had enjoyed pleasuring the Elf, never wanting it to stop. Gasping and panting, Celegorm threw an arm over his eyes and lay still until his breathing returned to normal. He sat up after a moment, leaning on his elbows, and there was still a look of lust in his clear blue eyes.
“That was about time, Oromë”, he said naughtily. “I was beginning to think that it may never happen. But now it is your turn. Let me look at you”.
Oromë gazed upon Celegorm and he felt love. The glorious feeling washed over him in a great emotional tidal wave and for a moment he could not speak but great tears welled up in his eyes. He turned to let Celegorm see him. All of him. This would be the test. If the boy became repulsed by his huge size, then that would be his fate, and he must accept it. He was still erect, and now that he had tasted the Elf and realized his love for him, he knew that as long as Celegorm was near him he would probably stay in a constant state of arousal. He just realized too that he had not touched the Elf’s buttocks, those lovely mounds that he had been lusting after for days.
Celegorm regarded Oromë with awe. He was transfixed by the power that he Vala exuded. His body was all hard steel – and – so hard – his erection was simply – enormous. He gulped. How was he ever going to – he reached out as Oromë lay back and he touched it lightly, letting his fingers trace the contours and feel the weight of it as the Vala groaned piteously under his touch. He looked at his beautiful Elf and his eyes pleaded with him for more. Celegorm let his hand fall down the length of the towering spike to the soft sac below and caressed it with loving strokes as Oromë shuddered and whimpered beneath his hand. Then the Elf lowered his golden head until his lips touched those generous balls and he kissed them softly. Oromë thought he would scream as Celegorm’s hand began to stroke his shaft more quickly and he nuzzled his sac with his nose and lips. Suddenly he changed positions and moved his lips to lick the sides and top and all over his erection while his hand stroked Oromë’s balls, squeezing them lightly. Oromë groaned loudly and his hand sought the mass of blond hair and caressed it, then let his hand slide down the Elf’s satiny back until it found his plump buttocks, and Oromë fondled the smooth mounds tenderly as he moaned in ecstasy.
Soon Celegorm had taken the tip and top half of Oromë’s penis into his mouth and began to suck on it ravenously, sending the Vala to the brink where he thought he would topple off. “Not yet”, he gasped, and his hand sought his own arousal and he squeezed it at its throbbing base as he emitted a loud groan. Celegorm looked up, his face flushed and lustful and he touched Oromë’s chest with his hands and then ran them up and down his taut stomach. Then he rose and Oromë could see that the Elf was hard again, and Celegorm lowered himself to straddle the Vala’s thighs, letting his glorious manhood touch against Oromë’s, and he rubbed both shafts together, causing Oromë to utter guttural moans from deep within his throat. Celegorm lowered his body on top of Oromë’s and his lips sought a hard nipple and he nibbled it as his hand grasped Oromë’s penis again and pressed it between them, stroking it rapidly and emitting a little yelp himself as Oromë squeezed his buttocks hard with one hand.
“I’m sorry, little one, little love”, gasped the Vala. “Did I hurt you? I would not hurt you, my love, my pet – “
“N – no”, Celegorm whispered, “but I want more, and how – I want to please you, but – “
“Take me”, the Vala moaned, and embraced the Elf in a tender hug, holding the beautiful warm body close to his and relishing the feel of it against him. His thoughts flew to a vision of what it would feel like in bed, holding Celegorm in his arms all night long. He grew more excited at the thought of it and he wanted to finish here and go home and ravish the Elf for the rest of the day in his bed. He reluctantly broke the embrace and turned over to lie on his stomach. “Please take me now”, he crooned. Celegorm then lay on top of the Vala and let his cock slide between Oromë’s hard buttocks, moving it with his hand to rub up and down the deep cleft as Oromë tried to stop himself from writhing beneath him. Then Celegorm found the entrance and inserted two fingers carefully into it.
“We have not brought any oil with us”, he said.
“Curse Eru, no!” cried Oromë. “Never mind! Use spit. It will be good even without anything at all”, he sighed happily.
Celegorm then withdrew his fingers and pressed his rigid member to the entrance and pushed it in without any trouble. Oromë whimpered as the Elf withdrew slightly and then pushed in again slowly. “Harder!” Oromë cried and Celegorm quickened the pace, sliding in and out with ease. Then he continued his thrusts more rapidly and noticed that Oromë was touching his own cock beneath him, trying to bring himself to climax. Celegorm found that the friction against his own member was causing him to come near climax as well. He reached below the Vala’s body and placed his hand over top of the Vala’s and Oromë then released his cock into Celegorm’s hand to stroke and finish him off. Celegorm pulled up and down as fast as he could along the shaft until the Vala exploded with great shrieking cries, and Celegorm relished the feel of the Vala’s seed being spent all over his hand. The Elf then pulled his hand away and raised it to his mouth to taste Oromë’s essence. It was of a flavour that he could not name, but heady like the sky, and shimmering like the stars, and warm like the earth. Celegorm moaned and sank his face into the Vala’s shoulder, nipping him with love bites as he thrust harder, deeper and faster until he came moments later, filling Oromë with his own young essence. After a moment the Vala rolled over and hugged the Elf closely to his chest, planting kisses all over his ravishing face. He sighed contentedly.
“I love you, little one”, he said softly. “I love you more than the stars in the sky and rain on the earth and the flowers of the fields. You are everything to me”.
“I thought you would never realize it”, whispered the Elf as he nuzzled into Oromë’s shoulder. “I love you more than warm fires and cozy blankets and the feel of Huan’s fur against my bare skin”.
Oromë laughed.
“There is still one thing I would love to do, though”, said the Elf.
“What is that, my pet?” asked Oromë.
“Learn how to blow that horn of yours properly”, laughed Celegorm.
The Vala bellowed his mirth into the fragrant air. “Come”, he said, “let us go home. I shall let you practice blowing my horn all night long”.
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Date: 2005-12-14 05:45 pm (UTC)Wow, that was hott! Okay, do all of my posts about your stories sound the same? ;)
So is this story going to continue or was this the end?
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Date: 2005-12-15 04:14 pm (UTC)And I'm so happy to hear that adultfanfiction.net is working out for you! Pervs united in the pursuit of good smut! (Sounds like some kind of strange organization--PUITPOGS!! ;^D)