Title: Through the Ages
Author: Mawgy
Beta: Naresha + Mum (Thanks guys!)
Dedicated to the wonderful Naresha and DA for telling me about Wild Rock (and a few others)> Guess what I’m buying guys? :p
Rated: R
Genre: Ansgt, AU
Warnings: Ummm, Sexual assault! Please do not read if you are not old enough or won't be able to handle such a theme!
Pairing: (eventually) Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: This fic follows the somewhat sordid lives of Erestor and Glorfindel from their childhood in Gondolin to their re-acquaintance in Imladris. Glorfindel is a Lord much like in medieval times and has power over everything and everyone, and Erestor, a lowly peasant.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am making no money from this story… I just like to play with other people's toys. ;)
AN: Like it says above, this is an R rated chapter with content of non-con and sexual assault. Please note this now and be aware of your own likes or dislikes of these issues before continuing on. If you choose to read even if it squicks you out then I take no blame for your own lack of judgement.
Chapter 14
The public baths of the House of the Golden Flower had four different types of tubs. There was a large communal one, more like a swimming pool than a bath and could easily fit forty people comfortably around the rim alone, let alone an extra thirty or so in the middle. Then there were five smaller baths where smaller groups could relax. However, should the party be smaller, there were seven baths capable of seating six individuals. And lastly, there were the single tubs with a curtain for optional privacy.
Erestor lay in such a bath right now, the curtain drawn around it as he scrubbed his body raw. Not that he was ashamed of his body, of course. Few Elves were. But he was ashamed of what had occurred in Glorfindel’s rooms and feared someone would be able to see what shameful acts he had participated in just by looking at him. The rational part of Erestor told him this would not be possible, yet all he was concerned with right now was for word not to reach his father about his late-night capers with Lord Glorfindel. And thus here he was. Hidden behind a flimsy piece of material to hide his body and any secrets it may tell.
Scrubbing his body hard, several times over, especially his hand, Erestor was beginning to feel clean again, though he knew tomorrow morning would be more arduous on his body. Emptying the water he then re-filled the tub with hot water and let his muscles soak and relax in the enveloping warmth. Letting his mind wander, his thoughts unwillingly strayed back to Glorfindel’s bed chamber, earlier that morn.
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Glorfindel awoke in the early hours of the morning and looked at Erestor blearily. The Scribe had not slept, remaining awake should any chance for escape occur. Yet even if he were wandering the realm of Lorien,* it would have been easy to notice the lift of pressure from his chest. Glorfindel held himself up on his forearms and smiled down at Erestor endearingly. The Scribe raised an eyebrow in question but Glorfindel remained silent. Leaning down, the blonde kissed Erestor tenderly but soon a growing passion overtook his actions and he met Erestor’s lips with more force.
Once again, Erestor remained passive and allowed the kiss to continue to deepen but did not encourage it. Glorfindel abruptly finished the lip-lock and smiled again.
“Aaahh…” he said, a look of awe over his face, his hand stroking the hair on the top of Erestor’s head, “The things you do to me…”
Erestor remained silent, not sure what ‘things’ Glorfindel was referring to, nor the effect they seemingly had on the blonde.
“You should go,” Glorfindel said with great difficulty, his face showing clearly how much it pained him to suggest it and how much he hated the reality.
Erestor, however, had never heard such sweeter words and made to get up immediately. Glorfindel looked stunned for a moment which soon turned into a great sadness only to change suddenly into a look of anger. Yet with a superior amount of self-control, Glorfindel squashed it down, deep within himself, convincing himself at the same time that Erestor was only being practical. Instead he moved the rest of his body off the Scribe’s and allowed Erestor to leave the bed.
Admiring Erestor’s form in the firelight, Glorfindel watched as the Scribe collected his clothes while wearing only his leggings. Frowning upon noticing that Erestor’s trousers did little to enhance the gorgeous backside he knew the younger elf possessed, Glorfindel sat up slightly.
“I shall have new leggings sent to you also,” Glorfindel said, almost to himself. Erestor looked at Glorfindel for a moment then stiffly nodded his head.
“Rest well, my Lord,” he bowed.
“Come back tomorrow night before dinner,” Glorfindel ordered then rolled over to sleep once more.
Erestor left and headed straight for the public baths.
~*~
Still, there was no point to Erestor’s compulsiveness to not be seen as the household was not yet up, although the bakers were due to start making bread at any moment.
Reluctantly exiting the water, he pulled on a complimentary robe for bath users, gathered his clothes and returned to his rooms.
Upon opening his door, Erestor’s attention was drawn to his cupboard, whose doors had been left ajar. Inside were the new robes Glorfindel spoke about earlier. All were dark in colour, obviously chosen to match his own features. Choosing one at random, Erestor tried it on. He couldn’t deny that the material, make, style, feel and look of the robe were beautiful, though they lacked the emotion his father’s had. Yet the effect it had when he tried it on made him feel it was more suited to someone who sold their body for a living. The top of the robe was tight, stretching across his chest/shoulders, leaving nothing to the imagination. Even his buttocks were laid bare to the world. Well, as much as they could be without actually being bare. But from there down, the fabric flared out as he spun in circles, draping again when still, and swishing as he walked.
Erestor groaned at the thought of his father ever seeing this on him, and knew his life would not be worth living should that ever occur. Taking it off, he then went through all the other robes. Five were black, two dark green, two burgundy and one navy blue. One of the black robes was dressier than the others, obviously meant to be worn during special occasions and banquets.
Choosing one of the looser robes, intending on telling Glorfindel of the sizing mistake, Erestor left to get his breakfast from the kitchens.
~*~*~*~*~
Erestor held the heavy folders close to his body, praying they would not fall as he knocked on the large doors before him.
“Come.”
Erestor entered the office at Glorfindel’s command.
“My Lord,” he bowed. “I have those invoices you requested.” He placed the papers on Glorfindel’s desk.
“Thankyou. That robe looks lovely on you,” he complimented, making sure to fully appreciate the view.
Erestor blushed. “Thankyou, they are all lovely, however-”
“However?” Glorfindel interrupted, a displeased look on his face, upset that Erestor could find fault with such extravagant gifts.
“Aaaah, that is, they are a little small… and I was just wondering that perhaps the tailors could take them out a little?”
“No.”
“No?” Erestor asked, disturbed at the quick dismissal.
“No.” Glorfindel repeated.
“May I ask why?” Erestor queried timidly.
Glorfindel sighed, starting to grow annoyed at Erestor. “The robes your father bought for you, the tailors took your measurements to make them. I then had those measurements sent to the palace tailors so they could choose or make the robes that would fit you the best. I then also requested for the robes to be taken in… a benefit of being a spectator,” he winked at Erestor. “Now if that is all, I must finish these before training.”
Erestor nodded and turned to leave.
“Try doing something different with your hair tomorrow, not just a ponytail.”
“Yes my Lord,” Erestor exited the office.
~*~*~*~*~
“Oh good, you are on time today,” Glorfindel smirked.
“Yes my Lord,” Erestor said and entered the room.
“The tailors inform me your new leggings should be in your quarters now.”
“Thankyou my Lord.”
From the other side of the room Secar cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the other two. “Dinner is served,” he announced.
Glorfindel gestured for Erestor to go first and so he did, passing the butler with nary a thought or glance.
“Wine,” Glorfindel ordered, snapping his fingers at Secar.
“Yes my Lord,” Secar bowed low and sprang into action immediately.
A small smile lit Erestor’s face at the noticeably less amount of food set upon the table, but did not mention it throughout the meal.
Dinner proceeded quietly enough, each recounting their day, then any gossip they had heard lately, followed by more childhood anecdotes, though Erestor refused to take the bait this day. The meal soon ended, however, and Glorfindel stood, extending his hand to Erestor once more. The Scribe took it and was immediately pulled into a smouldering kiss. Shocked at Glorfindel’s intensity, Erestor easily gave up control of the lip lock, not that he wouldn’t have been dominated anyway. Unable to hold himself back, the Lord’s hands roamed all over the slighter elf’s body, leaving nothing within reach untouched.
Again he started walking backwards towards the edge of the bed, bringing Erestor with him. When his legs hit the mattress, Glorfindel stopped moving and eventually broke the kiss.
“Kneel,” Glorfindel demanded, his face portraying only his lordly nature.
Erestor’s jaw clenched and for a moment he considered refusing, yet ever so slowly sank to his knees. Glorfindel watched, his breath hitching as he looked upon Erestor’s crown, the proud elf bowed before him in total supplication.
Sitting upon the edge of the bed, Glorfindel spread his knees wide, making room for Erestor to settle between them. Cupping a cheek with his hand, Glorfindel raised Erestor’s faced towards him, the dark eyes flicking to blue ones with uncertainty.
“You have never been lovelier than right now,” Glorfindel said with a soft and husky voice.
Erestor made no response, just continued to watch the blonde with trepidation.
“I enjoy your kisses very much, even if they are lacking in enthusiasm. Let’s see how you do by yourself without my tongue to guide you.” Erestor looked up at him, perplexed. “Come, there is another part of my body that desires to be acquainted with your sweet mouth,” Glorfindel smirked at the widening dark eyes.
Erestor tried to pull away but Glorfindel’s hand quickly grasped black hair and yanked him forward again. Erestor winced and levelled his Lord with a look of pure loathing.
The Scribe’s head snapped back sharply as the warrior slapped him.
“Do not *ever* look at me that way again! Understand!?” Glorfindel yelled and jerked Erestor’s head until the Scribe nodded understandingly. Erestor wheeled, almost dazed from the force of Glorfindel’s hand against his cheek, the tender flesh aflame with pain. Glorfindel cupped the hot red cheek gently, Erestor half flinching away, tears threatening to fall from him eyes. “I told you last night this would occur, did I not? There is no need to be so coy now. You would not have come if you did not secretly desire this.”
Erestor lowered his head, shaking it from left to right, tears beginning to fall and his throat closing over. Glorfindel took the demure response to advocate his power over the other, and as his cue to continue. Removing his hands from Erestor, Glorfindel undid the lacings to his leggings and rolled the fabric beneath his erection.
“Come, place your sweet lips over this,” Glorfindel husked, his hands guiding Erestor’s head forwards. The Scribe resisted the pull at first but with a sharp yank on his hair, began moving forwards. “Have you ever done this before, Erestor?” Glorfindel ceased his tugging upon seeing Erestor’s shoulders shaking and his head downcast as though to hide his turmoil. Erestor shook his head which sent a shiver of delight down the blonde’s back.
“Place one hand on my leg to steady yourself. Gently but firmly take hold of my erection in your other hand near the base, then give the head a little kiss.”
Erestor nudged forwards on his knees. His left hand was placed ever so lightly on Glorfindel’s thigh while his other stretched out to touch the Lord’s cock but froze in mid-air except for the uncontrollable shaking of limb and fingers. Glorfindel, despite his impatient nature, remained still, amused and content to watch the play of emotions cross Erestor’s face. Shame, fear, trepidation… All there for his own personal enjoyment.
Erestor knew he should not push his luck, that he should get it over and done with before Glorfindel lost his temper, but he could not help it. This was just too much.
“What if I do it to you first?” Glorfindel offered.
“What? No! I’ll…”
“It can be quite pleasurable. Maybe once you have felt it for yourself you shall not be so hesitant?”
“No,” Erestor whimpered, not wanting to be violated by the elf before him in such a way. Before Glorfindel could say or do anything else, Erestor took hold of his Lord’s erection, a long self-deprecating sigh soon following.
“Excellent…” Glorfindel half groaned, his hips aching to thrust forward, but he kept still for the moment. “Now move your head closer… closer… closer… no, don’t shut your eyes, you should always keep both eyes on your target,” he smirked, his own gaze locked on Erestor’s form. “Now open that mouth of yours… that pretty, pretty mouth and lick the tip.”
Following the instructions, Erestor slowly opened his lips, allowing the tip of his tongue to poke through far enough to gently yet quickly touch the head of Glorfindel’s erection. The Lord softly moaned, the shy touch exciting him more than he had expected. Erestor, however, blanched at first, the feel of the heated flesh on his tongue, and second, the rather vile salty taste that hit his tastebuds, faint though it was. Scrunching up his face, Erestor tried to scrape the weird flavour from his tongue with his teeth but Glorfindel’s laughter halted his efforts.
“I would not bother, there is more to come soon enough. And in time, you shall grow to love, even crave my seed. Now, do that again, only this time place your lips around it too.”
Erestor shuddered but did as he was bid. Opening his lips he held the phallus steady and slowly let it invade his mouth. His jaw was stretched wide, the impossibly big penis barely penetrating him, yet steadily growing harder as Erestor continued his ministrations.
“Lick it,” Glorfindel husked. Erestor closed his eyes and did as he was told. His tongue shivering, it slowly uncoiled from the back of his throat to lap at the erect head. Glorfindel moaned again but Erestor sprang back when the blonde’s penis pulsed and grew even larger within the confines of his hand and mouth.
Glorfindel laughed again. “Sometimes it has a mind of its own! Now, give me your hand.” He reached over to the bed stand and retrieved a bottle of oil. Taking Erestor’s outstretched hand firmly he poured a liberal amount of oil on it. The scribe watched, perturbed as to what Glorfindel was doing and despite his desire to move away, he remained still. Glorfindel eventually released the hand, recapped the bottle and threw it away to the side, uncaring as it smashed on the ground. Erestor’s head however, whipped to the mess oozing over the ground and the sharp pieces of glass now strewn around the door.
“Worry not, by the time we wake the mess shall be gone,” Glorfindel said nonplussed. “But getting back to the matter at- and in- hand… This time when you come in for a taste, slide your hand up and down, the oil shall ease your way. So now you can stimulate the whole thing, not just the tip. Oh, and above all. Do not touch my cock with your teeth,” Glorfindel warned, grunting throughout.
Erestor shuddered but returned his hand to Glorfindel’s erection, sliding it up and down as instructed. Again the erection jumped and thickened within his grasp. His hand jerked to a stop but did not let go. Gulping at the size Glorfindel’s cock had swollen to, Erestor hesitantly opened his mouth as wide as he could and took the head into his mouth, his hand starting to slide again on its own.
Glorfindel moaned almost obscenely, leaning upon one arm placed on the bed behind him, the other entwined in Erestor’s hair, ever so gently stroking the dark mane. Erestor closed his eyes tightly, imagining places he would rather be, cursing the Valar, Glorfindel and his fate. He sucked on the head, the revolting taste again spreading on his tongue and invading his senses. Despite his anguish, Erestor kept up the pace, pausing only to breathe and keep down the dinner that was now trying to force its way up from his stomach. The sound of his lord’s harsh grunts and guttural moans did nothing to help.
Glorfindel held still, allowing Erestor to continue and experiment in his own way, however the shy, experimental touches to his most sensitive organ soon became too much and he started to rock his hips very minutely. Not wanting to scare or choke Erestor, he barely moved, but the need to thrust further was building, slowly but surely. Every now and then, the blonde would lose control and his hips would move of their own accord, his erection charging down Erestor’s throat. The scribe would then cry out in alarm around the large phallus, gag and finally whimper before removing his mouth for a few steadying breaths and then was plunged onto the end of the hard cock by Glorfindel’s strong hands once more.
After a time Erestor decided it wasn’t so bad as far as acts he could be forced into went, there were far worse ones compared to this. Yet after some time his jaw was starting to ache horrendously, not used to being stretched so wide for so long a time.
Easing off the erection, Erestor gave himself time to rest his mouth. Glorfindel indulged the Scribe a moment’s rest, admiring the sight of the other’s deliciously swollen lips. Yet his patience wore out quickly and with the hand embedded within Erestor’s hair, forced the scribe back towards him and onto his cock. Erestor winced at the forcefulness of Glorfindel’s actions but took the phallus back into his mouth, his jaw protesting madly.
Manoeuvring his hand to the back of Erestor’s head, Glorfindel began thrusting again, the actions small at first but quickly growing. Erestor tried to keep up, his hand sliding up and down, hastening its pace, his lips and jaw stretched to near breaking point while his tongue followed the movements of the bobbing penis, trying to maintain contact throughout, though the effort was in vain, only touching when the penis stopped long enough to change direction, and half the time was quickly shoved to the back of his throat again.
Still, for all the mishaps and inexperience, Glorfindel seemed pleased enough with the effort and ministrations, if the groans and moans he was making was anything to go by. But his patience was quickly depleting, while his passion and need for release grew. Uncaring, he began thrusting harder, quicker, sharper, plunging into Erestor’s mouth with his cock.
Erestor’s eyes grew wide at the again hastened pace, and his throat resisted at the depth of which Glorfindel was now thrusting his hard penis. Choking on the large column, Erestor turned pleading eyes to Glorfindel, gurgling noises coming from his mouth.
“Relax your throat,” was all the advice the Lord gave, yet it did nothing to help Erestor. Not knowing how to do what Glorfindel said, the scribe had little choice but to continue as best he could, though the need for air was quickly rising.
The usually pale features had turned red as Erestor struggled to keep up the pace and please Glorfindel, while his oxygen was fast depleting. Becoming slightly panicky Erestor exaggerated his choking sounds though his watering eyes were real enough. Though it was all for nothing since Glorfindel’s head was thrown back, his hips thrusting in abandon.
Growing desperate, Erestor released his hold on Glorfindel’s cock and placed his hands on the blonde’s knees, pushing against them in hopes of releasing the hold on his head. The Lord responded on instinct, not wanting to lose the source of his pleasure, he tightened his hand further, his fingernails digging tightly into the other’s scalp.
Erestor winced at the tighter grip, his mouth tightening around the thick shaft, his teeth inadvertently scraping the erection.
Glorfindel cried out loudly and yanked Erestor away, gasping in pain even though the skin was unbroken. Erestor fell onto the ground, coughing and spluttering for fresh air, his throat aflame. Bringing his hand to his throat, Erestor began massaging the tender flesh, eventually moving to his jaw.
Glorfindel also rubbed at his hurt flesh, cursing, his penis now soft. He recovered first and soon his eyes fell upon the small figure of Erestor, half lying, half sitting on the floor, his new robes spread out around his legs. Growling in anger, Glorfindel did up his leggings and marched the two steps to the still coughing Erestor’s side.
“How dare you!” he growled and grabbed Erestor by the hair, pulling the scribe up off the floor with it.
Glorfindel was merciless, uncaring of Erestor’s pleas and pained cries, only stopping the attack when Erestor was too hurt to defend himself. Thinking his message was clear; he took hold of the back of Erestor’s collar and dragged the scribe through his rooms, dumping the body in the corridor outside.
“Come back tomorrow night. And should you ever, *ever*, use your teeth on me again, I will have you flogged,” he threatened, then sharply went inside his rooms and snapped the door close.
TBC
*Lorien is the Valar of dreams.
Parmasambe
Library of Imladris
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