Title: Through the Ages
Author: Mawgy
Beta: Naresha + Mum (Thanks guys!)
Dedicated everyone who’s still here.
Rated: R/NC-17
Genre: Ansgt, AU
Warnings: Rough-play and attempted rape.
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. ;)
Chapter 17
*Knock knock knock*
“Enter.”
Erestor reached up and pulled on the handle, opening the door and allowed it to swing open, quickly taking his previous position again before Glorfindel came into view.
Glorfindel lay back on the bed, surrounded by plush pillows, his body still gloriously naked except for the small material barely covering his private parts. His eyes were peacefully closed, though not in rest. He opened one and looked Erestor over with a critical gaze. The younger Elf was gorgeous. Erestor sat on his legs, his chest was upright and arms straight, placed on the ground before him for balance. The black skin-tight garment he was wearing glimmered blue where the light touched it. His hair was unbound around his face, hiding his ears from sight, but was pulled into a loose plait just below his shoulders. And two small triangles poked up through his hair.
Glorfindel closed his eye again, pleased with all he saw except Erestor’s lowered face.
Erestor took a long breath before starting. Crawling forward, he let out a roar that sounded more like a hungry kitten’s meow. Glorfindel did not stir apart from a frown settling across his forehead. Erestor dared a glance to Glorfindel and huffed as the warrior lay there unmoved. The Scribe’s face blazed red with this new humiliation he was forced to endure. Moving further into the room, dragging his tail behind him, Erestor ‘patrolled’ the end of the bed, growling lowly as his animal instincts caught the scent of another beast.
Glorfindel continued lying there.
Pacing the bed, he continued making soft sounds, wondering why the warrior was not reacting to his noises, despite him doing exactly as the note said.
After ten minutes his knees were getting sore and his patience was wearing out. Hoping Glorfindel would not get mad, Erestor raised his top half to lean onto the bed, roared louder than any other time and gave an arm a playful nudge with his head.
Glorfindel was up in seconds and stared Erestor down with a dangerous glint in his eye, answering the darker Elf’s roar with an impressive one of his own.
Erestor sat back on his legs and scuttled away from the bed, head down and waited.
“Erestor what are you doing?” Glorfindel asked resignedly.
“Oh, well, ummm… I’m submitting,” Erestor hated how hot his face now felt.
“Erestor,” Glorfindel sighed. “You are a panther. Do you think panthers submit? I *want* you to put up a fight. Feel the animalistic nature I know is under your cold exterior somewhere. Come, start again.” Glorfindel lay back again and waited.
Erestor shuddered and grudgingly began moving again. Striding around the bed he growled several times over, each time stirring the sleeping leopard a little more. After some time, he again leaned up on the bed and roared, to which Glorfindel answered enthusiastically, on his knees in no time. Baring his teeth he snarled at his enemy, prepared to fight at the first sign of movement.
Erestor backed down off the bed, but growled again, showing he would not stand down. Glorfindel advanced to the edge of the bed and lowered the top half of his body while he leaned his head out towards Erestor further.
Erestor huffed and moved backwards a step, and in a surprise move, did a circle and a half on the floor then began walking around the bed again, hoping to advance from the rear. Glorfindel’s eyes followed him critically, and following the panther’s moves, walked to the other side of the furniture, hissing and snarling occasionally. Erestor answered the leopard’s vocal in kind, but less vehemently, feeling stupid. This was no way for a dignified Scribe of Gondolin, or Lord, to spend their afternoon.
Erestor prowled around the bed several times, looking for an opening onto the bed, but Glorfindel never ceased patrolling his territory. Wanting to make a move before his Lord grew impatient, Erestor grew desperate and just as it appeared he was turn around the stalk the bed again, he leapt the unaware leopard and made a swipe with his ‘claw’, roaring as he did so. Glorfindel jumped back out of shock, but a smile spread across his features at Erestor’s daring. Schooling his features, Glorfindel pounced off the bed growl and charged at Erestor.
Eyes wide, Erestor quickly backed up quickly and growled lowly. Spreading his arms and legs, he crouched down as low as possible, readying himself for a fight. Glorfindel roared once ascertaining his opponent was thoroughly intimidated then backed off towards the bed, only turning around to jump back onto it.
Erestor sat near the wall for a few moments then tentatively started forwards again. The leopard growled with each step the panther took. The Scribe started circling the bed again, but occasionally tried to move in close, hoping to draw Glorfindel away from his territory. But the leopard stayed upon his throne and answered each threat with a roar and swipe of his own. As of yet, neither had made any contact, and Erestor could see Glorfindel’s patience was beginning to waver.
Erestor turned at the wall and began his march around the bed once more, but as he approached the foot, he was momentarily out of sight for a moment as he turned the corner and the post was between him and Glorfindel. Upon reaching the blind spot, he came in closer than usual and quickly turned around while the leopard could not see him then jumped onto the bed behind the warrior before he realised what was happening.
Feeling the bed dip, Glorfindel spun around and was quite impressed at the Scribe’s cunning. However he quickly reacted to his territory being invaded and swiped at his opponent. This time, his hand connected with Erestor’s cheek with a loud slap. Erestor yelped as he was thrown into the centre of the bed from the force of the blow. He lay there, dazed as the leopard pounced on him and covered his body with its own.
Glorfindel purred as he rubbed his head against Erestor’s and his body started sliding against the younger Elf’s. Erestor whimpered as an ear was uncovered from beneath his hair and then sucked into a warm, wet mouth, teeth grazing the tip every now and then. Glorfindel’s hands raked the slim body, feeling every curve Erestor had beneath the thin, skin-tight material. Arousal flared in his nether region soon after and his slow, meticulous movements now became harsh and less controlled. Pushing the tail out of the way, Glorfindel aligned his cock along the cleft of Erestor’s backside and began thrusting his hips, moaning obscenely.
After less than a minute he stilled and looked down at the exotic panther beneath him.
“Erestor, what are you doing?”
“You have subdued me so I am remaining still, hoping you think I am dead so you might walk away and I may live to see another day. I have seen animals do it before.”
“Yes, and while I congratulate you for knowing your character so well, your strategy will not work in this case. Now come, fight me. Or at least struggle to show you do not want or like what I am doing to you. Unless… you *DO* like it, hmmm?”
Erestor frowned at his Lords’ implication and started moving about as much as he could. “No, please! You’re hurting me! Let me go! I do not want this!” He cried out.
Glorfindel rolled his eyes. “Have you ever met a panther that can talk?”
“Have you ever seen a leopard and a panther mate? Both male?” Erestor retorted.
“Hey! This is my fantasy, next time we’ll do yours,” Glorfindel smirked. “Now come, growl, hiss, snap, bite, claw, anything you can to try and dislodge me.”
It was Erestor’s time to roll his eyes as Glorfindel got back into position and began his affections anew. The panther growled and turned his head, his mouth open, trying to bite his attacker. Glorfindel was ready for it, however, and latched his own teeth onto Erestor’s jaw, biting the skin hard enough to not be dislodged, but not so firm as to break the skin. Erestor mewled in pain and struggled all the more to get away. He thrashed with his body, clawed with his hands and kicked with his feet, but nothing could deter Glorfindel from his task.
Releasing Erestor’s jaw, Glorfindel firmly took hold of the tail again and yanked it from the costume completely. Hearing the material rip Erestor stilled for a moment, wondering what Glorfindel was up to now. Putting the tail on the mattress beside them, his hand wandered to Erestor’s backside and slipped inside the material in the hole created from the torn-off tail. The Scribe’s eyes widened and he began his struggles anew, this time in earnest. He bucked and pulled at the coverlet and hit and screamed, but Glorfindel’s body had him pinned while one hand explored his arse, pinching and squeezing the tender flesh, the other hand stroked Erestor’s chest and stomach.
Erestor thrashed harshly, trying to get away, but Glorfindel was too strong and too heavy. So it surprised the Scribe when the weight upon him suddenly lifted. Not wasting a moment he shot up and scrambled away.
“Ah-ah-ah!” Glorfindel teased and jumped back onto the Scribe. Having retrieved the oil from his nightstand, Glorfindel sat on the back of Erestor’s thighs and enjoyed the sight of the pert, delectable butt barely visible through the small hole on the black garment. Placing the vial on the bed, he put four fingers through hole and tore at the material until it hid nothing of Erestor’s backside from view.
Erestor kicked his legs up, barely touching Glorfindel’s bottom, and his arms hit backwards, only able to slap occasionally at the leopard’s front legs. All in all, things were very bleak for Erestor indeed and while his attempt of a fight was in no way threatening, Glorfindel was tiring of the Scribe’s insistence. Grabbing the arms that struck out at him, Glorfindel straightened them and lay them flat on the bed, directly on either side of Erestor’s body. Once in position he then lifted his knees and put them on the younger Elf’s hands, holding them in place.
“NO! Wait! Please Glorfindel!” Erestor screamed, hating how helpless he and his situation was.
“You dare address me so casually?” Glorfindel hissed into Erestor’s ear, leaning over the slender body.
“Please my Lord, just… slow down…”
“Erestor… you are not being very panther-like.”
Erestor’s eyes closed and his lips dragged downwards at the corners, wibbling in the middle. He put his face into the covers to hide his shame as he began weeping, but he could not hide his shoulders shaking with each hiccup, nor the way his body shook with each tear that escaped into the blankets.
“Awww, Erestor, there is no need to be like that. Now hush. You are lucky you have lasted this long with your virginity in tact. You should be grateful I am here to distract and take down the many admirers you have. You should thank me for the many sacrifices I have made all for your benefit.”
Erestor frowned and turned his head to catch a glimpse of Glorfindel’s face, eager to see a glimmer of truth of the Blonde’s words portrayed on his face. Although their eyes met, the Lord’s face held nothing to neither confirm nor deny his statement. After about a minute of just staring at one another, Glorfindel leaned down and gave Erestor an awkward kiss, his lips half on the bed rather on Erestor. The panther tore his head away and began thrashing around again, growling as he went.
Glorfindel grinned and released his own terrifying roar, claiming his role of dominator. His hands slid down Erestor’s back and spread to the sides to come to rest on either side of the Scribe’s hips. Slowly stroked over the area and eventually moved onto Erestor’s hind, squeezing the soft globes of flesh. Glorfindel parted the mounds to reveal the tight puckered opening he had first encountered two years ago. Smiling, he scooted back a little and lowered his face into the crevice.
He sniffed at the tiny opening and his lips raised in the corners.
“Ahhh, I swear, you smell as good as any rose,” Glorfindel complimented and then poked out his moist tongue to taste Erestor’s secret tunnel of pleasure. He moaned loudly at the flavour that blossomed across his tongue. Erestor whimpered and continued struggling. Somehow, one of his arms broke free and he reached back, pushing at Glorfindel’s head with it. The Warrior grabbed the slender wrist and twisted the appendage painfully over Erestor’s back.
The Scribe twisted and whimpered as the slick muscle continued exploring his arsehole, breaching the entrance with just the tip every so often. Face firmly placed between Erestor’s cheeks, Glorfindel released the buttock he still held and wriggled it around Erestor to stroke the Scribe’s dormant cock. To his great displeasure, Erestor moaned at the dual assault, though thankfully he did not grow hard, despite the Lord’s ministrations. Glorfindel licked the virgin hole until it stopped quivering at the lightest of touches and the entrance was slick from saliva.
Releasing Erestor’s arm and soft penis, he sat up and picked up the previously discarded bottle of oil and popped the cork. Erestor began thrashing on the bed beneath the leopard as the fragrant scent reached his nose. Glorfindel let the panther writhe beneath him, his weight easily keeping the younger Elf in place, and dipped two fingers into the cool liquid the bottle contained. Pulling them out again, he awkwardly re-capped the vial and set it aside. With his clean hand, Glorfindel moved aside one arse cheek and lowered his other hand to the now viewable puckered flesh within.
Ever so slowly Glorfindel, lowered his fingers to Erestor’s entrance and circled the doorway to pure bliss several times over before he dipped one digit inside. Erestor cried out, his free arm reaching back and grabbing onto Glorfindel’s wrist in a desperate bid to still the Lords’ actions. Glorfindel smirked at the futile attempt and continued pressing his finger inside Erestor.
Erestor moaned in pain as he was breached and pressed his face deep within the blankets, almost suffocating himself. His hand became slick with perspiration and slid up Glorfindel’s forearm as he tried to pull the fingers from him. Amazingly, Glorfindel did as Erestor silently wished and pulled his finger from the tight channel and then without warning thrust it all the way in again. Erestor’s back arched and he cried out in pain, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“No! Stop it! Please… it hurts… I can’t. Stop…” Erestor screamed as Glorfindel’s finger plunged him over and over again.
“Oh my, Erestor, you are so tight! I have no idea how I am to fit another finger in, let alone my cock. Still, I am sure we will manage,” Glorfindel both praised and teased, his voice rough and thick with arousal. Erestor’s legs kicked at the sheets, his head shook violently from left to right while his hand gripped Glorfindel’s arm all the more and the slight shoulders shook with tears and hiccups. Glorfindel stared down at his captive in delight and crooked his finger deep within Erestor.
Erestor cried out in surprise and passion, electricity exploding throughout his body.
“Feels good, does it not?” Glorfindel purred, and leaned down to kiss a covered shoulder. “Just wait until it is my thick cock pounding your tight arse, I know I can barely control my patience, and from the sweet sounds you are making, I am willing to guess that you feel exactly the same,” Glorfindel husked into Erestor’s ear and licked the tip, his finger constantly rubbing over the younger Elf’s prostate, moans falling freely from the Scribe’s lips.
Pulling his finger out completely this time, Erestor fell to the bed in exhaustion, sobs raking his shoulders as shame over his traitorous body assaulted him. He was pulled from his musings, however, when Glorfindel roughly thrust two fingers within the slick velvet heat. Erestor’s back arched back so far it looked like he would snap, he hollered as he was invaded and his muscles clenched tight around the fingers inside him.
“Shhh, relax…” Glorfindel said soothingly, but he could not be heard as Erestor’s screams and shouts continued. Guards standing outside under the Lords’ window tapped their spears on the window.
“Is everything in order, my Lord?” they asked, used to hearing such sounds coming from Glorfindel’s rooms, yet they needed to ask every time, just in case. Glorfindel pulled his fingers free and went to the window, Erestor falling silent immediately. Pushing the glass outwards on its hinges, he looked down and smiled.
“Everything is perfect up here, you are more than welcome to come up and watch, if you like,” he offered.
The guards laughed. “Thankyou my Lord, we shall keep that in mind. Enjoy yourself."
“Oh believe me, I will,” he smiled again and then closed the window and turned back to the bed. His smile widened as he saw that Erestor had remained upon the bed and had not tried to flee, as many others had done over the years. With a skip in his step, Glorfindel returned to his original position. “Good boy,” he praised into Erestor’s ear and leaned back to resume where he left off. Parting the cheeks again, he stilled as a thick, sticky substance was pooling at the entrance to Erestor’s body and was starting to run down the insides of his thighs. Looking to his fingers he saw for the first time the blood covering those as well.
“Erestor? Are you feeling all right?” he asked, mildly concerned for the other’s well-being. When no answer was forthcoming, he leaned over and looked into Erestor’s face. His pale features were flushed and pain was etched into the usually peaceful face. What disturbed Glorfindel the most though, was that the Scribe’s eyes were closed and he appeared to be fast asleep as though he were a human. Frowning, Glorfindel got off the panther and rolled Erestor’s body onto his back. The Scribe remained unmoving and unconscious.
Leaving the bed, the Lord picked up a glass and filled it with cool water. Returning to the bed he splashed it over Erestor’s face, the younger Elf coming to immediately.
“Wake up, I would hate for you to miss this,” Glorfindel croaked. The first thing Erestor registered was the pain emanating from his backside and he cried out loud. Eager to resume the proceedings, Glorfindel crawled onto the bed and easily flipped the Scribe over again, straddling the slim hips once more. Erestor continued sobbing and screamed in pain as he was penetrated by fingers again. His hands flew to his backside, trying to cover himself and remove Glorfindel’s digits.
Glorfindel allowed the desperate scrabbling, a thrill shivering down his spine at Erestor’s expense.
“No… stop!” Erestor cried into the mattress, not expecting his Lord to listen, but hoping… “Please…”
“Shhh… let me pleasure you,” Glorfindel cooed.
“YOU’RE HURTING ME!” Erestor screamed.
Glorfindel’s fingers stilled, but remained buried deep within Erestor’s arse.
“Granted you are tight, but once I have opened you up, it will be nothing like you have ever felt.”
“*THIS* is like nothing I have ever felt save for that night 2 years ago! Please… stop. I will do anything!” He sniffed. “Please…”
Sighing and rolling his eyes, Glorfindel carefully removed his fingers and walked to the bathroom. Returning with a new vial Erestor shivered in fear, but Glorfindel, very gently, applied the soothing balm to Erestor, cooling the inflamed and sore area. Putting the jar aside, Glorfindel moved to sit against the pillows resting against the headboard. Leaning forward he grabbed Erestor’s upper arms and pulled the panther to him, manipulating the smaller Elf to cuddle up to him. Erestor lay half on top of his Lord, strong golden arms encircling his waist and shoulders, stroking his body in an attempt to soothe the frightened kitten.
What surprised Glorfindel, however, was his affections being returned as Erestor snuggled closer, put his arms around the leopard’s shoulders and hid his face in the crook of the warrior’s neck.
“Thankyou,” Erestor uttered, very appreciative of Glorfindel’s generosity.
Glorfindel remained quiet, simply holding the panther tight, feeling the petite body go heavy once Erestor fell asleep.
TBC
Parmasambe
Library of Imladris
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