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Hi! I’m Archi. This is where I put horny shit. I’ll probably have spurts of activity because unfortunately I don’t draw a lot of porn. Obviously do NOT peruse unless you’re 18+ but idk I’m not your mom.
My main is @curufiin.
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[breed.] sender fucks receiver deep and finishes inside. From mr Orome
just the two of us
How he had gotten himself into such a situation Curufin did not know. Nor did he know why the lord of the hunt himself wanted him of all people with which to satiate himself and not his wife, or how Celegorm would feel about this, or how he was even fitting Oromë’s generous size.
But Curufin was certainly not quiet about it, far from it. If they were not in Oromë’s forests, where (Curufin hoped) nobody was about save the animals and the trees, he was certain he would’ve been overheard long ago. Even then, he was not certain he would not be hearing the judgement of his brother once the word spreads amongst the animals.
He buried his face into his arms, having already spent and dirtied the ground beneath him. Foolishly, not once had he gave thought to Oromë’s stamina, and he found himself caought between wishing it would end, and wanting this to last forever. Each movement drew out another muffled groan from him, made him wonder again how much more he could even take, and turned his thoughts into little more than a jumbled mess of broken words. There was nothing else to think, nothing else to feel but how intoxicating and sweet this blend of pain and pleasure was, and how it utterly overwhelmed him.
Curufin could only muster a soft mix between a moan and gasp when he finally felt Oromë spill inside him, and even with how much he had stretched to accomodate the other, Oromë’s seed quickly spilled out of him and down. “Ah- Lord Oromë,” he uttered between deep breaths, his legs sore beyond words and wanting nothing more than to collapse fully right then and there.
☾ lustful action prompts.
a litany of prompts exploring intimacy and sexuality. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.
[beg.] sender makes receiver beg before giving them what they want.
[fumble.] sender struggles impatiently with receiver's clothes.
[shh.] sender stuffs their fingers in receiver's mouth to keep them quiet.
[tug.] sender grips receiver's hair to pull them closer.
[tie.] sender binds receiver's wrists with rope / belt / tie / etc.
[bite.] sender sinks their teeth into receiver's neck / shoulder / skin.
[scratch.] sender rakes their nails down receiver's back.
[drip.] sender drips spit into receiver's mouth / onto receiver.
[69.] sender and receiver go down on each other at the same time.
[needy.] sender teases receiver about how desperate they look.
[deep.] sender pushes receiver's head down during oral until they gag.
[eager.] sender holds receiver's head still and fucks their mouth.
[anchor.] sender pins receiver's hips while eating them out.
[grind.] sender grinds their hips into receiver while receiver gives them oral.
[press.] sender pushes a hand against receiver's stomach while inside them.
[hold.] sender grabs receiver's hand to hold while they have sex.
[pin.] sender pins receiver's wrists above their head.
[straddle.] sender straddles receiver's body to restrain them.
[clutch.] sender clutches receiver's jaw to hold their head still.
[hollow.] sender presses a thumb into the hollow of receiver's throat.
[cradle.] sender cradles receiver's throat in their hand, applying light pressure.
[stay.] sender cockwarms receiver.
[breed.] sender fucks receiver deep and finishes inside.
[stare.] sender forces receiver to maintain eye contact.
[cling.] sender wraps their legs tight around receiver's waist while they have sex.
[elevate.] sender places a pillow beneath receiver's hips during sex.
[suckle.] sender sucks on receiver's chest and nipples.
[eavesdrop.] sender fucks receiver where others can hear but not see.
[praise.] sender praises receiver for taking it well.
[hush.] sender forbids receiver from making a sound.
[chokehold.] sender locks receiver's throat in the crook of their arm.
[mark.] sender leaves hickeys on receiver where they will be seen later.
[nuzzle.] sender buries their face in receiver's neck mid-fuck.
[rut.] sender gets caught up, fucking receiver harder without warning.
Without so much as a knock, Celegorm entered Curufin's room. Despite the present rift to their circumstances, there were still some duties he was suited for - when there were other needs at play - and it was evident from the way in which Celegorm immediately began undoing his belt that nothing existed in the way of obstructing Curufin from executing said tasks.
Slamming the door shut in a pointed, swift flick of his hand, Celegorm stood still and silently, quite ready for Curufin's obliging nature. // @artaresto
archi moved it here because i got embarrassed
Each night was the same ritual for Curufin now: after dinner, which was usually spent picking at food alone, or if he was lucky after he had spent some time fumbling about in the workshop, he would return to his room, close the door behind him, and lay down in bed, studying the uneven surface of the wall for however long until morning came again. Sometimes sleep did not come, sometimes it did; it did not matter truly to him. As long as nobody intruded on him, as long as it was quiet and still in the room, he was content.
The sudden click of the doorknob then sent a jolt through his entire body, and he spun around quickly to see whom it was, hoping that perhaps it was just some servant come to return something he had forgotten. But no, it was his brother, a presence most unnatural and unnerving. Why was Celegorm here when he had clearly expressed wanting nothing to do with him? He only watched Celegorm’s hands work, then looked back up at him with a confused and uneasy silence. Though he sat up, Curufin made little effort to move, and only pulled his body closer to his chest.
Somehow, being met with such complete silence had never occurred to Celegorm. Neither of them had been left unaffected by their recent misfortunes, but for his brother to look at him with utter silenced confusion, as if presented with a task entirely unfamiliar to him, felt almost bizarre. Celegorm's jaw tightened at the notion Curufin was only playing an injured fool to try and win his pity, or better yet, simply because he truly was a pathetic cretin unable to own up to or apologise for what had been entirely his doing.
A sigh, heavy and rife with impatience, whistled past Celegorm's teeth.
"Come here. I don't have all night", he said rigidly, and discarded the clothing from his waist to the floor in a heavy thud.
His brother could not be serious, could he? Until Celegorm spoke, Curufin could not tell if this was some sort of joke he didn’t understand, if his brother was truly serious in wanting him to take care of urges that surely would’ve been better suited to Celegorm’s own hand. But it seemed that his brother had indeed set his mind to it, decided that this was Curufin’s task though Curufin knew not why, and Curufin found himself, as always, incapable of denying it.
He clambered out of bed, and immediately his posture tensed when he was no longer within the warm safety of his blankets. And Curufin did not really want to do this—no, something about Celegorm’s mood frightened him, and he felt as though a wild animal cornered, knife pressed to his throat.
“We… shouldn’t,” Curufin said softly, though he knelt in front of his brother regardless. No desire blossomed in his stomach, his heart felt nothing but the same fear it had ever since they relocated to Himring, and he wished again in futility that everything could just go back to how it was before.
What the fuck is the matter with you, Celegorm wanted to say, brow furrowed in confusion and annoyance both. It was almost hard to believe this was the same Curufin, who had previously so gladly tended to his pleasures. Finding it more irritating than anything, he wondered for how long his brother would keep up this ridiculous act of apathetic meekness.
"Be quiet", Celegorm grunted as he stroked himself to full readiness. There was little pleasure now in the act itself, but something about seeing Curufin still submit and obey before him stoked his pride enough to be worth it. As his hand sank into the dark curls while the other aligned himself with his brother's mouth, Celegorm could only wish his love for the feel of that hair in between his fingers burned as well as it did in his memories.
Whatever complaint he might’ve made, some concern about Maedhros finding out, or that he was worried about Celegorm as of late, died in his throat at those words. Curufin supposed it was not his place to ask either, what with being the sole cause of their misery, and his repentance came in the form of doing everything in his power to make Celegorm happy. So he spoke naught, then, and opened his mouth as his brother would’ve wanted.
Yet he could not shake off the feeling that he should be enjoying himself in some manner as he took his brother into his mouth, witn how much love and affection he still held for Celegorm in his heart. He found himself enjoying very little as of late, not the fruits he once loved nor the ringing of steel when his hammer struck it. Only the bed and a book, penned by their later father, that he had pilfered from their eldest’s collection still brought him some sense of pleasure, or at least a sense of ease that otherwise escaped him even in the safety of Himring.
Curufin’s gaze briefly flicked up to his brother, then. Celegorm was still handsome as ever, with his brilliant eyes and fetching features, and Curufin did wish above all else to please him, even if he found little enjoyment in the act. And so he began to move his head, taking Celegorm deeper into himself, whining softly with each languid movement.
As he had thought, his brother would not be of a mind to refuse him. Had Celegorm not already been certain nothing in the world could keep Curufin from his favourite activities, he would have known himself entitled to them regardless. After all, his brother's tendecy of driving away any additional parties keen on replacing him had rather ensured it.
The tension that usually pinched Celegorm's shoulders square evaporated and let them relax in an exhale of satisfaction. He did not look at his brother again but closed his eyes as the hot mouth began stoking the need in the pit of his stomach with its pleasure.
Usually, in the past, he might have offered Curufin some words of encouragement. Now, however, all his brother received were Celegorm's strained grunts that escaped his breath. The hand in the dark hair curled a fistful unapologetically when the elder could stay himself no longer, and slowly, his hips began chasing the pleasure of Curufin's mouth for themselves.
He sat and endured in quiet, pushing down his urge to gag even as Celegorm roughened his movements and as saliva began to trickle out of the corner of his lips. Tyelko, he wished to say, but his words came out as little more than a muffled groan, hands holding onto Celegorm’s hips for stability.
Curufin gasped as Celegorm withdrew from his mouth, believing foolishly that his ordeal was over with, and he again looked up to the other in hopes of properly speaking a word to him. Instead, his eyes squeezed shut before he can react, revulsion creeping over his mind when he finally registered the warm wetness which now decorated his face.
Why had Celegorm done this, any of this? Did he not hate him still? Was it a point to prove, that he had fallen out of his brother’s favor entirely save for a brief night of entertainment? “Ah-!” His voice came as a weak, broken thing, and Curufin could not say he did not feel utterly disgusted by what he had done. Was he really just a whore on Celegorm’s eyes?
“Tyel-“ he started, and cut himself off just as fast as he tried in vain to wipe his face with the back of his hand at first, then looking about the room frantically for a handkerchief, hiding his face from view as best as he could.
Without so much as a knock, Celegorm entered Curufin's room. Despite the present rift to their circumstances, there were still some duties he was suited for - when there were other needs at play - and it was evident from the way in which Celegorm immediately began undoing his belt that nothing existed in the way of obstructing Curufin from executing said tasks.
Slamming the door shut in a pointed, swift flick of his hand, Celegorm stood still and silently, quite ready for Curufin's obliging nature. // @artaresto
archi moved it here because i got embarrassed
Each night was the same ritual for Curufin now: after dinner, which was usually spent picking at food alone, or if he was lucky after he had spent some time fumbling about in the workshop, he would return to his room, close the door behind him, and lay down in bed, studying the uneven surface of the wall for however long until morning came again. Sometimes sleep did not come, sometimes it did; it did not matter truly to him. As long as nobody intruded on him, as long as it was quiet and still in the room, he was content.
The sudden click of the doorknob then sent a jolt through his entire body, and he spun around quickly to see whom it was, hoping that perhaps it was just some servant come to return something he had forgotten. But no, it was his brother, a presence most unnatural and unnerving. Why was Celegorm here when he had clearly expressed wanting nothing to do with him? He only watched Celegorm’s hands work, then looked back up at him with a confused and uneasy silence. Though he sat up, Curufin made little effort to move, and only pulled his body closer to his chest.
Somehow, being met with such complete silence had never occurred to Celegorm. Neither of them had been left unaffected by their recent misfortunes, but for his brother to look at him with utter silenced confusion, as if presented with a task entirely unfamiliar to him, felt almost bizarre. Celegorm's jaw tightened at the notion Curufin was only playing an injured fool to try and win his pity, or better yet, simply because he truly was a pathetic cretin unable to own up to or apologise for what had been entirely his doing.
A sigh, heavy and rife with impatience, whistled past Celegorm's teeth.
"Come here. I don't have all night", he said rigidly, and discarded the clothing from his waist to the floor in a heavy thud.
His brother could not be serious, could he? Until Celegorm spoke, Curufin could not tell if this was some sort of joke he didn’t understand, if his brother was truly serious in wanting him to take care of urges that surely would’ve been better suited to Celegorm’s own hand. But it seemed that his brother had indeed set his mind to it, decided that this was Curufin’s task though Curufin knew not why, and Curufin found himself, as always, incapable of denying it.
He clambered out of bed, and immediately his posture tensed when he was no longer within the warm safety of his blankets. And Curufin did not really want to do this—no, something about Celegorm’s mood frightened him, and he felt as though a wild animal cornered, knife pressed to his throat.
“We… shouldn’t,” Curufin said softly, though he knelt in front of his brother regardless. No desire blossomed in his stomach, his heart felt nothing but the same fear it had ever since they relocated to Himring, and he wished again in futility that everything could just go back to how it was before.
What the fuck is the matter with you, Celegorm wanted to say, brow furrowed in confusion and annoyance both. It was almost hard to believe this was the same Curufin, who had previously so gladly tended to his pleasures. Finding it more irritating than anything, he wondered for how long his brother would keep up this ridiculous act of apathetic meekness.
"Be quiet", Celegorm grunted as he stroked himself to full readiness. There was little pleasure now in the act itself, but something about seeing Curufin still submit and obey before him stoked his pride enough to be worth it. As his hand sank into the dark curls while the other aligned himself with his brother's mouth, Celegorm could only wish his love for the feel of that hair in between his fingers burned as well as it did in his memories.
Whatever complaint he might’ve made, some concern about Maedhros finding out, or that he was worried about Celegorm as of late, died in his throat at those words. Curufin supposed it was not his place to ask either, what with being the sole cause of their misery, and his repentance came in the form of doing everything in his power to make Celegorm happy. So he spoke naught, then, and opened his mouth as his brother would’ve wanted.
Yet he could not shake off the feeling that he should be enjoying himself in some manner as he took his brother into his mouth, witn how much love and affection he still held for Celegorm in his heart. He found himself enjoying very little as of late, not the fruits he once loved nor the ringing of steel when his hammer struck it. Only the bed and a book, penned by their later father, that he had pilfered from their eldest’s collection still brought him some sense of pleasure, or at least a sense of ease that otherwise escaped him even in the safety of Himring.
Curufin’s gaze briefly flicked up to his brother, then. Celegorm was still handsome as ever, with his brilliant eyes and fetching features, and Curufin did wish above all else to please him, even if he found little enjoyment in the act. And so he began to move his head, taking Celegorm deeper into himself, whining softly with each languid movement.
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Without so much as a knock, Celegorm entered Curufin's room. Despite the present rift to their circumstances, there were still some duties he was suited for - when there were other needs at play - and it was evident from the way in which Celegorm immediately began undoing his belt that nothing existed in the way of obstructing Curufin from executing said tasks.
Slamming the door shut in a pointed, swift flick of his hand, Celegorm stood still and silently, quite ready for Curufin's obliging nature. // @artaresto
archi moved it here because i got embarrassed
Each night was the same ritual for Curufin now: after dinner, which was usually spent picking at food alone, or if he was lucky after he had spent some time fumbling about in the workshop, he would return to his room, close the door behind him, and lay down in bed, studying the uneven surface of the wall for however long until morning came again. Sometimes sleep did not come, sometimes it did; it did not matter truly to him. As long as nobody intruded on him, as long as it was quiet and still in the room, he was content.
The sudden click of the doorknob then sent a jolt through his entire body, and he spun around quickly to see whom it was, hoping that perhaps it was just some servant come to return something he had forgotten. But no, it was his brother, a presence most unnatural and unnerving. Why was Celegorm here when he had clearly expressed wanting nothing to do with him? He only watched Celegorm’s hands work, then looked back up at him with a confused and uneasy silence. Though he sat up, Curufin made little effort to move, and only pulled his body closer to his chest.
Somehow, being met with such complete silence had never occurred to Celegorm. Neither of them had been left unaffected by their recent misfortunes, but for his brother to look at him with utter silenced confusion, as if presented with a task entirely unfamiliar to him, felt almost bizarre. Celegorm's jaw tightened at the notion Curufin was only playing an injured fool to try and win his pity, or better yet, simply because he truly was a pathetic cretin unable to own up to or apologise for what had been entirely his doing.
A sigh, heavy and rife with impatience, whistled past Celegorm's teeth.
"Come here. I don't have all night", he said rigidly, and discarded the clothing from his waist to the floor in a heavy thud.
His brother could not be serious, could he? Until Celegorm spoke, Curufin could not tell if this was some sort of joke he didn’t understand, if his brother was truly serious in wanting him to take care of urges that surely would’ve been better suited to Celegorm’s own hand. But it seemed that his brother had indeed set his mind to it, decided that this was Curufin’s task though Curufin knew not why, and Curufin found himself, as always, incapable of denying it.
He clambered out of bed, and immediately his posture tensed when he was no longer within the warm safety of his blankets. And Curufin did not really want to do this—no, something about Celegorm’s mood frightened him, and he felt as though a wild animal cornered, knife pressed to his throat.
“We… shouldn’t,” Curufin said softly, though he knelt in front of his brother regardless. No desire blossomed in his stomach, his heart felt nothing but the same fear it had ever since they relocated to Himring, and he wished again in futility that everything could just go back to how it was before.
Without so much as a knock, Celegorm entered Curufin's room. Despite the present rift to their circumstances, there were still some duties he was suited for - when there were other needs at play - and it was evident from the way in which Celegorm immediately began undoing his belt that nothing existed in the way of obstructing Curufin from executing said tasks.
Slamming the door shut in a pointed, swift flick of his hand, Celegorm stood still and silently, quite ready for Curufin's obliging nature. // @artaresto
archi moved it here because i got embarrassed
Each night was the same ritual for Curufin now: after dinner, which was usually spent picking at food alone, or if he was lucky after he had spent some time fumbling about in the workshop, he would return to his room, close the door behind him, and lay down in bed, studying the uneven surface of the wall for however long until morning came again. Sometimes sleep did not come, sometimes it did; it did not matter truly to him. As long as nobody intruded on him, as long as it was quiet and still in the room, he was content.
The sudden click of the doorknob then sent a jolt through his entire body, and he spun around quickly to see whom it was, hoping that perhaps it was just some servant come to return something he had forgotten. But no, it was his brother, a presence most unnatural and unnerving. Why was Celegorm here when he had clearly expressed wanting nothing to do with him? He only watched Celegorm’s hands work, then looked back up at him with a confused and uneasy silence. Though he sat up, Curufin made little effort to move, and only pulled his body closer to his chest.
oh yeah i sketched some porn and i 😨 kinda like it
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please enjoy. unless you hate celegorm and curufin sucking and fucking then why are you even following me this is like all i talk about
for @silmsmutweek DAY 4: SIZE KINK my beloved
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last minute smut week entry, would have been for DAY 6: Femslash! But despite spending all week in the smut mines, I only finished this today, didn't get to finish the other pics I wanted to do too...
Anyway! Miriel and Indis, two former queens finding solace with each other, they who know pain beyond pain, but the warmth and love they share soon becomes a little more spicy...
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FINE TUMBLR NO JERKING OFF LOSER BOYFRIENDS FOR YOU. Look at my porn on ao3 instead
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hehehe
Nolofinwë and Anairë
This might be my favorite drawing of them I’ve done ❤️ This is also a scene in chapter one of this smut fic
Please don’t tag my work as n.s.f.w! That removes it from search results. I’ve already marked it as “mature content” which is a filter itself
[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver // from finfin the gay little man
All that day, Celegorm's frustration and need had made itself known by his incessant teasing, touching and grabbing that Curufin had had to endure under any excuse the elder brother could come up with. So, when Curufin had actually resigned to giving him what he desired, Celegorm had readily leaned back and made room for him in between his legs, eager to have that mouth giving him the relief he longed for.
"There. Your mouth looks much better occupied like this than it does when you're whining", the hunter snarled in a low voice, desirous face unable to look away from Curufin's obliging stare. A particularly devilish swipe of his tongue was rewarded with a growl of pleasure. Celegorm's scarred fingers combed idly through his brother's dark hair, desperate to busy themselves with an activity any other than grabbing him to thrust himself deeper into the warmth of his mouth.
Curufin remembered it started with innocent seeming touches. Fingers brushing against his arm, a bump here. Then, it got strange; there was a hand placed on his cheek, far too gentle than what he was accustomed to from his brother. Hands upon his waist while he worked, a looming presence ever about him wherever he went, until he finally relented. And even as he lowered himself onto his knees and shuffled forth between Celegorm’s thighs, watching Celegorm free his length from his breeches, there was an air of trepidation behind his gaze.
He should not be feeling this way, he knew, should not be this eager to know that it was him whom Celegorm seeked for his relief. But as his gaze trailed upwards to meet the orange eyes of Celegorm, excitement too grew in the pits of his abdomen, like cinders he had tried to damp down reigniting.
He made a noise at the biting words, brows furrowed as warmth flushed his cheeks. Slowly, Curufin pulled himself back up, dragging his tongue along his length, lingering just at the tip for what felt like ages until he finally released it from his mouth. For a while he was silent, his head leaned against the other’s thigh, as he worked his hand in languid and practiced strokes like he had done this many times prior.
“That’s a shame. You’re so much fun to whine at,” Curufin finally said, pressing a kiss to the base of his length. “Why seek me out at all? Don’t you have plenty of whores who’d throw themselves at your feet for you to warm your wood in?”
“No, please,” Curufin whined, his heart pounding in his chest as Eöl continued his torment. His cock throbbed in protest, twitching with each stroke that dared to bring him fully over the edge. “Don’t… don’t, I can’t, Eöl, please—”
Endless thoughts swam in his head, melting into one another until he could not seperate them from one another. He could not decide if this was pleasurable or painful, whether this was torture or something else, if he wanted this to end here and now or if he wanted to continue for eternity. Curufin’s hand reached into Eöl’s hair and gave it a half-hearted tug.
“I need you,” he whimpered, words interrupted by his own moans, “I… I need- please, Eöl, stop already. Don’t do this. Don’t be like that. You- you promised.”
Eöl possessed an extraordinary ability to deny himself, in this and many other cases, but this was a challenge. Curvo felt so good; the tight heat of him around his cock, the sight of him flustered and needy, the fingers in his hair.
“It is your own fault,” A sharp thrust, as Eöl lifted Curvo’s hips to get a better angle. “You look so beautiful when you are needy. I cannot help but prolong such a glorious sight. And it is all mine.”
Curufin, on the other hand, had never been good at delaying what his mind so desired— whether it be power, a goal he chased after, or even simple carnal pleasure, he never denied himself, and instead gave himself whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it.
With one devastating movement of Eöl’a hips, it became too much; his mind went blank as he found himself finishing across his own stomach, his own hips buckling and sharp moans spilling out from his throat as the aftershocks of pleasure pulsed through his body. He had little to say for a while, gasping for breath as he tried to recollect himself, wrapping his legs around Eöl’s waist.
“Fuck,” he murmured through heavy breaths, half hoping that Eöl would simply satisfy himself and come cuddle him. “Sorry, I- no, that was your fault.”
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If i could draw penises there would be so much art of celegorm’s penis on here btw
Though it was her who taunted him with his eagerness, Curufinwë quickly found that yet again, in the end it was her who would first succumb to her own impatience. She whined at his incessant touches, wishing that she had said nothing about eagerness when her own desperation was so clear once Findaráto had breached her exterior, and her eyes widened as he finally sunk his fingers inside and curled them.
“Oh, In- Ingo-“ already, the pleasure was overwhelming her ability to speak, and she buckled her hips up in response. What was he doing that made it feel so much better than when she would pleasure herself? And his voice, the way he said her name like it was a thing to be revered sent sharp chills down her spine, her cunt dripping with need as he continued to toy with her, like he knew her own body better than she did. She clenched around his fingers, softy gasping each time his fingers rammed again into her, the grip on his hair ever tightening—
And if she thought he could do no worse until he was finally, properly inside, she was so horribly wrong. His tongue upon her clit, as repulsive as the concept seemed in her head, proved to be like dousing a wildfire with gasoline. Curufinwë found herself at a loss then, calling his name in vain and begging for nothing in particular, and humiliatingly enough, fearing that she may just climax then if he did not stop. Even worse, she feared that she would not be able to control her volume; the door was still open, curtains drawn with the light of the trees flooding in from the large, bare windows. What if someone heard? What if someone heard her?
She kissed him back all too passionately, in spite of not finding the taste of herself on his lips appealing; she’d complain about that later. Right now, she needed him, and she needed him badly, evident from the dripping wetness that had began to drip down from her cunt.
“Please,” she whimpered, unable to cope with her growing desire and her ever dwindling patience. His breath felt hot against her skin, his scent intoxicating and driving her further to madness as she languidly moved her hands up, then down on his cock. And despite her pretty words, the plea sounded less like one and more like a demand. “Yes, yes, Ingoldo— do as you wish, and stop talking. I want you in me. Now.”
He was most certainly in trouble, for a hungry beast with eyes half open, woke entirely at the state he'd brought her to. Her hands on his cock sent a shudder through him, and with it he kissed her hungrily, as if he could devour her then and there. She was going to drive him mad. Dragging his fingers against her sweet spot, his hand withdrew and he licked his fingers clean with a grin. "As my impatient princess wishes."
His hands moved hers off him again, and he lined himself up with her entrance, heart pounding in his chest as he braced himself and breached her body.
Her walls were like silken clamps, making him hiss and moan her name in her ear. She was certainly ready for him, so wet around him as he sank into her bit by bit. "Vala, Curvo--" he choked out, rolled his hips back and pressed in again. Gone was the wordsmith, the orator who wished to 'teach' her diplomacy, all that was left was his swearing tongue as he retreated and surged forward, sinking deeper with each gentle thrust. The couch was squeaking in protest, moving backwards, and as he plunged home within her he knew that fucking her into the couch was not a good idea.
His breathing was ragged as he stilled, reining in his every desire to rut into her. His hands moved as he let her adjust, gliding over her sides, massaging her breasts as his mouth tried to follow and ran into material instead-- "Can't get to you." He growled out in frustration, nipping at her neck as a substitute as his thumb flicked where he could feel her nipple was. " I'll have to make up for that tonight."
Hands moved again, this time to pick her up, still buried to the hilt, he groaned softly. "Have to move before the couch gives us away." And with a wink he sat with her in his lap as they had been not long before. Holding her hips still, he rolled into her as deeply as he could go, kissing her gently as his thumb found her clit again and began rubbing circles. "Feeling alright?"
Despite her frequent fantasies regarding her cousin and this exact situation, the sensation as Findaráto finally entered her was still rather strange. She found herself instinctively clenching around the intrusion, feeling wonderfully, terribly full from him, until the strangeness of it all had faded away and soft, breathy moans began to pour out of her.
For a moment, Curufinwë could not believe this was real, that it was Findaráto she would share her first moments of real intimacy with. Did he know of her inexperience, she wondered, arms hanging loosely around his neck. Is he being this gentle for s reason, or did he just not wish to draw too much attention? For she found herself no longer caring much about decorum, and if not for her desire to not seem too wanting, would’ve long begged him to take her until the only word she could speak was his name. “Must- *ah,* must we wait un…until tonight?” Tonight seemed so far away, and she was in little mood to wait.
And truthfully, she could get lost in this forever, she thought, her cunt stretched around him like she had been perfectly made to take him. Nevermind the five minutes, she wished this was eternity. Curufinwë squeaked as she was lifted back onto his lap, her face and lower both burning from how effortless he made it seem. Hips surged forth to meet the touch, and she could not hold back from moaning into the kiss.
“Valar- y…yes,” she whimpered, her clit already aching as she was brought closer and closer to release, so embarrassingly soon. It was addicting, this balancing act between satiating her base desires, yet not giving her cousin the knowledge of just how easily she melted to his hands. Curufinwë buried her face into the crook of his neck with a muffled whine. “Ingoldo-… h-harder. Go harder.”
" you feel so-- good--" Finderáto said against her lips before mouth went to her shoulder and bit her tender skin as he rolled slowly. It was for her torment as much as his, for now that he was inside her it would be difficult not to spill, and he danced upon the precipice of challenge. She encouraged him, in spite of her former protests, for though her delicious mouth may not voice every want, he could feel how much she wanted him. It fed a hunger from which he may never be satiated.
"Tonight because I want to take my time. Spread you out bare on your bed, and discover every inch of you." He answered to her question, slipping his hand into her hair. He stilled his hips and trailed his hand down her spine. "Talk your ear off as I find out every little thing that makes you whimper. Oh little Curvo, do you realize what you've done?"
To him, to her---Finderáto was not normally a selfish nér, but given that his mind already pictured every way he could bend her, take her, and push her every limit til she was shaking in the throes of pleasure. . .he could feel he was about to be. It would be oh so sweet, a gentle seduction , until he'd made his home between her thighs that would be just for him. "Tomorrow though," he ground into her, hands moving to her hips. "Wear something I can take off easily. Your breasts are so enticing and I cannot taste them."
Without another word, he answered her request by lifting her, cock dragging slowly out, and pulled her back down. He groaned and set his pace, using her body as he bounced her, his own hopes bucking in relief and need. He was shaking slightly, deep breaths shuddering with restraint he was beginning to lose control of. She was so soft, so warm, so maddeningly tight. Head tipped back, jaw clenched, his thoughts spun her name as he chased their orgasm. Overwhelmed, heart thundering, cock twitching, he buried his fingers in her hair to lift her head and hiss in her ear: "Let me spill inside you, let me--" Control was hanging by a thread, her words the only thing keeping it from breaking.
Curufinwë eagerly drank up every little bit of affection that he offered, delighting in how his tender lips felt against her skin, his breathy words in her ear, how he grabbed her wrist and handled her like their fëar had already been bonded in marriage. Her walls clenched around him in encouragement as she sang his name over and over, pleading for him to speed up, slow down, hardly able to parse the thoughts in her mind.
“Oh, Valar, yes, please—” even if he had not asked, she no doubt would’ve let him spill where he so pleased, too consumed by the euphoria of everything to protest as she normally might have. If Findaráto open her mouth and swallow every last drop of him, she would’ve done so. If he spilled on her face she would’ve permitted it without complaint. “Inside, inside me, please- Gods, Ingoldo… I love you-”
She fully caved then before he could say anything, her hands gripping tightly onto his shoulders, as desire and pleasure crashed over her body and soul like a tidal wave. Too much, yet not enough at the same, and left her wanting more, more. “In-Ingo,” Curufinwë breathed out, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. She laid atop him, relaxing fully against his warmth, and sighed with a dreamy smile on her face as she closed her eyes. “…that was better than what I expected, you know.” She pressed a kiss to his neck. “I don’t know- I don’t know what I thought my first time would be like. I always figured that… I don’t know. Father would make me marry some man I knew nothing about, and that’d be that. I’m glad it was you.”
