Title: Bonds of Blood
Author: Vesta
Beta: Ignoblebard
Email: priestess_vesta@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor
Warnings: Vampiric lust and rimming
Request: Glorfindel/Erestor, one can be a vampire, first night, roses
Written For: angelfire
Summary: Erestor is seduced.
Author's Note: This is a part of the Mistletoe in May Challenge. I
would like to thank Mistress Rattie for a few ideas, along with Mike
who helped also. I do not know who I write for but they requested:
G/E, romance, roses, first time...and a vampire. Whoever this is
for...I hope you enjoy! Love, Vesta
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Erestor stood on his balcony, the wind whipping his hair about his
face as a storm made its way closer to Imladris. He held his
sleeping robe closed as he watched the distant lightning flash
across the sky, blinding him temporarily with its brilliance. He
closed his eyes and smiled softly as the rumble of thunder vibrated
through his body, filling him with its power.
Sighing, he made his way back into his rooms, allowing the silk,
burgundy robe to open and slip from his shoulders. He laid it across
a chair and made his way to his bed. He climbed in, pulling the
satin cover up over his naked body, relishing the decadent feel as
it slid over his skin.
He lay facing the balcony doors he had left open, watching the sheer
curtains billowing softly in the cool wind that heralded the coming
storm. After the heat of the summer day, the rain to come would be a
soothing respite, welcomed by all in the valley.
A sigh escaped his lips as his thoughts drifted to Glorfindel. Since
coming to Imladris one hundred years prior on the day of his
majority, he had privately worshipped the golden warrior from afar.
Many had tried courting Erestor, had tempted him, but he remained
untouched, chaste.
Why? He did not think an Elf of such attraction, such magnetism,
would ever show him interest other than friendship. Yet, were there
not times he caught Glorfindel staring at him, giving him hope? He
was an enigma to Erestor a mystery ever begging to be solved. All
had respect for Glorfindel, but other than Elrond everyone seemed to
fear him. It was more than his rebirth. Erestor knew not what it
was, but there was something there that he could not quite put his
finger on, a darkness mingled with the light.
Erestor continued staring out through the billowing curtains,
watching the lightning flashes get closer and brighter, his eyes
glazing over momentarily and then focusing once more as he drifted
closer and closer to reverie.
His eyes went suddenly wide when he felt the bed dip and something
soft gently caress his face. He turned his head and his dark eyes
met the glittering blue of Glorfindel's. His breath caught in his
throat as the warrior stared down at him, smiling softly, brushing
something soft against his cheek.
A rose. It was a blood red rose that Glorfindel skimmed over his
lips.
"Glorfindel?"
"Aye, Erestor. I have been watching you, waiting for you."
"Waiting?"
"Until the time was right."
Erestor's breath was coming quicker and shallower as he lost himself
in those storm blue eyes, in Glorfindel's words, in the soft petals
that stroked his face.
"Right?"
"Aye, waiting for the right time to claim you as my own. Tonight
Erestor is the night I shall do so."
"But..."
"Hush, my love. I have been preparing you for this time. Remember."
*********************
Erestor gave a small cry as he dropped his wine glass. His face
flushed with embarrassment and he apologized to his lord. Elrond
waved the apology away as he and Glorfindel bent down to help him
pick up the shards of glass. Suddenly Erestor yelped as the piece he
held slipped and cut his finger. He started to bring it to his lips
when a hand suddenly grasped his wrist.
He looked up, startled, his eyes locking with Glorfindel's as the
warrior slowly lifted the bleeding finger to his mouth. Gasping,
Erestor watched, mesmerized, as Glorfindel's tongue came out to
delicately lap at the blood that welled there. Then Glorfindel
parted his lips sensually and Erestor's fingertip disappeared into
his mouth. He could not take his eyes off Glorfindel and he held his
breath as those red lips closed and he felt the gentle, insistent
suction upon his finger.
Heat washed through Erestor and his lips parted, his tongue darting
out nervously to moisten them. Glorfindel's eyes were glazing over,
darkening. Was it desire... lust... hunger? Then Glorfindel moaned,
and Erestor watched his eyes flutter shut, as if he was savoring the
taste of the blood upon his tongue.
Elrond cleared his throat and the moment was lost.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Remember." Glorfindel whispered, still caressing Erestor's face
with the rose
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Erestor was in Elrond's office arranging roses in a vase. The vase
sat upon a side table with a mirror hanging above it. He
felt...something, and looked up into the mirror. He saw nothing
amiss and went back to his work.
"Good day, Erestor." a whisper so close to his ear. He gave a cry
and spun around, catching his finger on a thorn as he did so.
"Gl-Glorfindel! You startled me!" he laughed nervously. It was rare
for him to be caught alone with Glorfindel. He looked down at his
bleeding finger and flushed, looking around for something to staunch
the welling wound.
Glorfindel slowly held his hand out. "You have hurt yourself. May
I?"
Erestor's gaze was caught by Glorfindel's and he slowly lifted his
hand and placed it in Glorfindel's outstretched one. He looked away
long enough to watch his finger disappear into the velvet heat of
Glorfindel's mouth. He watched him suck for a moment before
Glorfindel's moan drew his eyes up once more to the warrior's blue
gaze.
A look of sheer rapture filled the warrior's countenance, his eyes
falling closed as he seemed to be savoring the taste of Erestor. He
swallowed, excitement tinged with fear roiling his stomach.
"Glorfindel?" he whispered.
Glorfindel's eyes came open, glazed with...something. He pulled
Erestor's finger from his mouth and, with a small smile, slowly
licked his lips.
"So sweet." He lifted a hand to Erestor's cheek and softly caressed
it, his eyes blazing into Erestor's. "So... pure."
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The storm outside broke in full fury, the lightning flashes coming
close enough together to bathe the room in the blue afterglow.
Thunder shook the Last Homely House and the rain poured down in
torrents. The sheer curtains continued to billow in the wind that
had picked up, the cool air rushing in to soothe Erestor's fevered
skin.
"I am here to claim you, Erestor. I am here to make you mine."
Erestor could not speak; only continue staring up into those
hypnotic blue eyes, but he managed a small nod. Glorfindel smiled
brilliantly, his face half in shadow. What was so different about
Glorfindel just now? Erestor could not tell, nor did he care. His
every fantasy was about to come true. Glorfindel wanted him! He was
going to claim him!
After one last caress, Glorfindel set aside the rose. Erestor
watched as Glorfindel's face came closer and ever closer. Soft lips
touched his and he felt Glorfindel's tongue swipe against the crease
of his lips, asking for entrance. He opened to him willingly, his
arms sliding up Glorfindel's arms to wrap around his neck. He moaned
into the warrior's mouth as his whole being was flooded with heat
and desire.
Glorfindel kissed him deeply, possessively. Letting him know in no
uncertain terms that after tonight, Erestor would belong to him and
only him. Erestor reveled in the feeling, opened his heart and let
Glorfindel in fully.
Finally Erestor found his voice, whispering two simple words to
Glorfindel which unharnessed the entirety of the reborn warrior's
lustful fury upon him.
"Take me."
Erestor's neck arched back as Glorfindel nipped along his jawline,
laving hotly with his tongue. Glorfindel slowly made his way down
his neck, licking reverently at the spot where he could feel
Erestor's heart beating.
'Not yet.'
Glorfindel forced himself to ignore that hot pulse for the moment
and slowly kissed and licked his way to an already budded nipple. He
twirled his tongue slowly around it, teasing and reveling in Erestor
writhing beneath him.
So young.
So pure.
So wanton.
He latched onto the nipple, sucking it between his lips before
gently nipping it, and soothing it by laving his tongue across it.
Only his body upon Erestor's kept the darkling Elf from arching
completely beneath him. Hands twined in his golden hair, twisting
frantically, pulling him closer.
Outside the storm continued raining down its fury onto the house and
the surrounding forest. Trees whipped angrily in the wind, matching
the tempest that was building inside Erestor. As Glorfindel took his
other nipple into his mouth and gave it the same attention as the
first, Erestor's head whipped back and forth, his black hair spilled
like ink across his pillow.
Slowly Glorfindel made his way further down the alabaster skin,
tasting the sheen of sweat that was forming upon Erestor's body. He
dipped his tongue into Erestor's navel and smiled against the
quivering belly as he felt fingers tighten in his hair.
He licked farther down, running his tongue along the bottom of
Erestor's straining erection from base to tip, inhaling the scent of
his young lover before spreading his legs wide. Erestor
instinctively pulled his knees to his chest, opening just for him.
Glorfindel licked the insides of Erestor's thighs, fighting the urge
with which the throbbing pulse beating there filled him.
Outside the storm raged on.
He looked upon the virgin opening and licked his lips. He would be
the first and only one to taste him. He gently lapped at it, causing
Erestor to squirm and whimper.
"Please, Glorfindel." he pleaded softly.
Erestor's hips were held down by Glorfindel's tightly grasping hands
as he arched with a sharp cry. Glorfindel plunged his tongue deep
into the untouched hole. His tongue mimicked what he would be doing
in a few short minutes, stretching his lover, preparing him. Erestor
continued to writhe, one fist now grasping the sheets beside him,
the other fisted and held in his mouth as he continued to moan and
whimper, biting back cries of ecstasy.
Finally Glorfindel deemed him ready and started to slowly lick his
way back up once again. As he looked down at the disheveled Elf
below him, he swiped his hand through the slick pool on Erestor's
belly, which had dripped from the hard cock that was now trapped
between them.
Erestor's head was thrown back as he continued to squirm, begging
with whimpers to be taken, to be possessed. Glorfindel slicked
himself up, his blood boiling to take this wanton beauty, to make
him his forever. He willed Erestor to look at him and when lust
glazed eyes met his, he smiled.
"Mine!" he hissed.
Erestor's eyes opened wide in sudden horror, a thrill of fearful
heat filling him and traveling up his spine. He stared up at
Glorfindel, at his smile.
At his elongated teeth.
As Glorfindel thrust into him, his mouth opened and came down,
biting deeply into Erestor's neck. Erestor cried out in pain,
screamed out in ecstasy as a connection was made. His legs wrapped
tightly around the golden vampire's waist, his fingernails biting
deep into the flesh of Glorfindel's broad shoulders, holding onto
him tightly.
Both broke out in a sweat as Glorfindel thrust deeply into Erestor,
taking him to a height he had only ever dreamed of. Erestor
continued to softly plead for more.
The storm broke, outside and within, the thunder drowning out the
primal screams of ecstasy as Erestor came, his seed spilling between
their bodies. And yet...he was still hard. Glorfindel continued to
thrust, his head falling back, his lips covered in blood. Erestor
gazed up into his wild eyes, taking in Glorfindel's crimson lips as
the vampire drew his tongue across them. Erestor mimicked the
action, licking his lips and pulling the vampire down. With a
slightly crazed smile he swabbed his tongue across Glorfindel's
blood smeared lips, then parted his own to invite the vampire to
kiss him deeply.
They continued to thrust against each other, their eyes locked.
Erestor felt possessed, loved...owned. Now soft cries filled the air
with each thrust, Erestor's hips rising to meet with Glorfindel's.
He felt himself soaring to ecstasy's height once more, clinging to
Glorfindel and crying out into his shoulder as his seed spilled from
him once more. Glorfindel answered his mewling cry with a primal
roar.
Erestor sat up with a start, just as the storm broke, his body
covered in his spilled seed and sweat. He looked around the empty
room and then lay back with a groan. A dream, it had only been a
dream.
He forced himself to get up, wondering at the soreness in his body.
If it continued he would talk to Elrond. He went to his bathroom and
cleaned himself up and took a drink of water for his parched throat.
He glanced into the mirror and was startled at how pale and
disheveled he looked. He pushed his hair behind his ears and gasped.
There on his neck was a bruise, and in the middle were two teeth
marks. He shook his head and backed up.
"But...it was just a dream!" he whispered to the empty room.
He continued to back up, staring at his reflection. He cried out
when arms came around him and he felt Glorfindel nuzzle his neck,
yet still he saw nothing but himself in the mirror.
"Mine."
A whisper so soft Erestor was not sure if it was real.
The End