Of Little Minxes and Their Worshipful Devotees

“He was looking at you,” Harry’s older lover growled. “He’s lucky that I did not run him through with my sword…”

“Elladan,” the slighter Elf sighed. “You cannot get angry every time someone spares me a glance.”

“Why not?” the younger twin asked curiously. “That…he knows you are ours. He should keep his eyes to himself!”

Harry just shook his head in exasperation at his possessive lovers.

“Do you not trust me?” he questioned levelly.

“Of course!” both replied hastily, not wanting to rouse their young lover’s fiery temper.

They did want to get into his leggings sometime soon, after all.

“Then what does it matter if he looks? Though it is sometimes nice to be admired, I would not stray,” Harry informed them.

“Wait…” Elladan began.

“You…you like it when he looks at you?” Elrohir finished.

“Well, it is flattering to be desired,” Harry admitted with a small blush.

“We will show you flattered!” Elladan growled.

“We will show you desired!” Elrohir snarled.

And then his identical lovers pounced.

Elladan took his lips in a fierce, bruising kiss, his desire to dominate felt in every thrust of his silken tongue into Harry’s smaller mouth.

Elrohir moulded himself to his smaller lover’s backside, lips quickly finding the point of a sensitive ear.

Harry moaned, happily submitting himself to their possessive administrations.

“Glorfindel stares at you like you are the last piece of lembas bread on a long journey,” Elrohir snarled in his lover’s ear. “Legolas wants to be the arrow that pierces your sweet flesh. Even Erestor…his eyes follow your every movement. And you like it?”

Elladan broke the kiss roughly at his twin’s words. Their grey eyes met over their Harry’s shoulder.

“He just admitted that he does,” Elladan murmured. “Do you need more than two worshippers at the temple of your body, my love? Do you fantasize about them dropping to their knees in their devotion, begging for just a touch of your sweet skin?”

Harry moaned, leaning forward for another kiss.

“Answer the question, love,” Elrohir prompted as he nibbled on the pale neck.

“Sometimes…sometimes I do fantasize about what it would be like,” Harry panted. “For them to…to watch. Us, I mean. And…and it makes me burn, to know that they want me but cannot have me.”

“Because you are ours!” Elladan declared passionately, ripping his lover’s tunic from his body.

“And princes do not share,” Elrohir murmured. “You naughty little minx. We should take you on the dining table during a feast for all of Rivendell to see. That would teach you a lesson you would never forget!”

Harry moaned, turning his head towards that silky voice, lips seeking that wicked tongue.

“That would teach you a lesson,” Elladan commented, twisting his lover’s pale pink nippled viciously.

Harry let out a startled squeak at the rough treatment.

“But then we would have to hide you in our room for the rest of your days, for then we would be constantly fighting off every single person who had seen you in your passion,” Elrohir whispered, before capturing Harry’s sweet lips with his own.

He viciously nibbled on that full bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth and sucking. When he released his love, Harry’s mouth was swollen and a bit of blood stained that beautiful pout.

A pink tongue quickly soothed his wound, and Elrohir groaned and leaned forward to capture the silky appendage.

Meanwhile, Elladan leaned forward to suck on those pretty pink nipples that his fingers had so recently tortured into peaks. He fastened his lips around the left one, nipping harshly and leaving behind the imprint of his teeth.

Harry moaned and broke his kiss with Elrohir.

“Hurts!” he whimpered.

“You have to be punished for your wicked thoughts, love,” Elladan murmured, switching to Harry’s right nipple after one last lick.

“You should have never even thought about their eyes,” Elrohir continued. “Now we have to show you just how much you belong to us.”

Harry moaned as a wicked hand sneaked from behind to cup the bulge in his leggings.

“Please!” he begged. “I am sorry! I will never think of anyone else again. Just…”

He threw his head back against a strong shoulder as Elrohir’s hand slipped beneath his waistband to palm silky flesh. Elladan locked eyes with his twin, gave a smirk, and dropped to his knees.

“Ahh,” Harry shouted as his leggings were pulled down to his ankles, preventing him from spreading his legs very far.

Elrohir tipped their petite lover further against his chest, making sure Harry had to rely on him to stay upright as his twin swallowed the hard erection down in one smooth move.

“Mmm,” their green-eyed minx moaned. “Wicked, wicked mouth.”

“To match your wicked thoughts,” Elrohir murmured, forcing Harry’s delicate hands from Elladan’s hair and placing them around his own neck. “Hold on tight, love.”
Harry shivered as Elladan pulled back to suck lightly on the head of his cock, tongue playing with his foreskin.

“Please!” he shouted, and Elrohir just cooed in his ear as Elladan hummed.

“But do you not want us to worship you?” Elrohir continued, fingers going to Harry’s bright red nipples.

He admired his brother’s bite marks, and decided to leave a few of his own on the fair skin. Elrohir bent his head to his lover’s pale neck, lips fastening on the harshly beating pulse point.

“Please!” Harry begged again, frustrated tears pooling in his large emerald orbs as Elladan pulled back just before he reached his release.

“No, love, you have not been properly punished yet,” Elladan admonished.
Elrohir bit down hard on his love’s neck in agreement. His smile softly at the bright red mark left behind.

“What do you have in mind, dear brother?” Elrohir questioned, catching Harry’s hand as he tried to reach for his own erection to bring himself off.
Elladan smirked evilly.

“I think that I am going to fuck him. And then you are going to stick your fingers in alongside my cock, stretching our little minx farther than he has every been stretched before, before sliding your cock in his sweet little hole alongside mine,” the grey-eyed Elf purred.

Harry’s emerald eyes snapped open.

“You…you will not fit,” he murmured nervously. “You will tear me apart.”

Elladan’s eyes softened at the genuine fear in his little love’s eyes, and he pressed a tender kiss to a sharp hipbone.

“We will prepare you carefully,” he comforted. “And you will feel so desired that you will never look at another again.”

Harry smiled nervously, twitching as Elladan pressed one last chaste kiss to the head of his cock before rising fluidly.

Elrohir kissed his cheek softly as his brother stripped quickly and efficiently, grabbing the tub of oil and placing it at the foot of the bed.

Harry panted as he admired his lover’s lithe beauty. Elladan was tall, and his thin muscles belied his great strength.

Harry knew exactly what those graceful hands could do.

Elladan sat down on the edge of the bed, beckoning his young lover closer.

Elrohir finally released Harry’s arms, and the petite Elf stumbled over to perch himself on his lover’s lap.

“You really are deserving of worship,” Elladan murmured before pulling Harry into a dominating kiss.

Harry whimpered as his cock was pulled to a leanly muscled stomache, and he felt
Elladan’s erection slide between his cheeks.

Elrohir came behind him once again, this time dropping to his knees. He groaned at the sight of his brother’s thick cock searching out Harry’s tight pucker, knowing that their younger lover was not ready.

He pressed a quick kiss to the head of his brother’s erection before tracing the rim of Harry’s entrance with his tongue.

Harry let out a shriek into Elladan’s dominating kiss, surprised at Elrohir’s sudden action. The older twin forced his tongue into submission, plundering his mouth again and again.

Elrohir imitated Elladan’s stabbing motions with his own tongue at Harry’s sweet hole. He felt his little minx shiver at the sensations, and chuckled, knowing the vibrations would just make everything more intense.

Elrohir pulled back, watching the ring of muscles spasm as it dealt with the absence of his tongue. He dipped his fingers into the tub of oil, and quickly forced two through the tightly clutching muscles.

“Elrohir!” Harry shouted, breaking his vicious kiss with the elder twin.

Elladan smirked as their lover’s face screwed up in pleasure. He knew that look – Elrohir must be massaging Harry’s prostate as he scissored his fingers to stretch that tight little hole.

He threaded his own fingers through his lover’s inky back hair, pulling him forward into another vicious kiss.

He wanted those sweet lips to be swollen for days.

Elrohir added a third finger, watching as Harry’s body struggled to accept it. He imagined that tight little pucker stretched wide around his and his brother’s cocks at the same time.

He had to reach down to clamp down tightly on the base of his own erection in a bid for control.

To distract himself, he slipped his pinky finger past the sweet pucker, liking the way it spasmed and sucked him in further.

“Lay back,” Elrohir murmured to his twin.

Elladan obviously heard him, as he allowed himself to fall back against the bedding, bringing Harry with him.

Elrohir smiled at the sight of the two pale figures entwined upon the bed. His fingers went to Harry’s hips, digging in roughly, before lining that winking hole up with his brother’s leaking erection. Elladan’s hands joined his on Harry’s hip, and they pushed their tiny lover down in one smooth motion.

“Oh!” Harry moaned, feeling so full.

He could not imagine Elrohir fitting as well…they were both so much larger than him.

“Please!” he squirmed, as Elladan bucked his hips up, nearly but not quite
brushing his prostate.

The firm grip both twins had upon his waist prevented his own movements.

“You must be patient,” Elladan murmured, leaning forward for a gentler kiss as Elrohir once again slicked his fingers with oil.

He pulled Harry’s round cheeks apart, and could not resist staring at the place where his twin was joined with their shared lover. He could see the muscles in Harry’s channel working, clenching and unclenching around the unforgiving intruder.

Elrohir leaned forward to lick around that stretched rim, making both Elladan and Harry moan. He quickly slid one finger in beside his brother, giving it a few
thrusts before slowly adding another.

“How is it, love?” Elrohir whispered, needing to make sure that Harry was really all right with this.

Their little minx wiggled and squirmed, loving the feeling of being stretched beyond imagining.

“So f-full,” he murmured. “Need more.”

“Such a needy little slut,” Elladan teased, shuddering at the feel of his brother’s fingers sliding tight against his cock within Harry’s greedy little hole.

How it would feel to have his brother’s cock join him in his plundering of that sweet heat…

“Mmm…” Harry moaned. “Your needy little slut. Another finger and then I think you can try your cock, Elrohir.”

Both brothers moaned at the green-eyed Elf’s dirty words, and Elrohir quickly slipped in his third finger. He scissored all three quickly, stretching Harry open, further than he had ever been before.

Then he reached for the oil once more, quickly slicking his cock before sliding up his love’s back to get into position.

“Ready?” he whispered before sucking one delicately pointed ear into his mouth.

“R-ready,” Harry whimpered.

But he wasn’t. It burned; it seared; it felt like he was being torn apart.

Elladan moaned in pleasure, his brother’s cock stroking against his as they were both encased in tight, warm heat.

Elrohir grunted, trying to go slowly as to reduce Harry’s pain. But it was so good, he just had to go faster, and faster, and…

“Stop!” Harry shouted, panted. “J-just…give me a second.”

Somehow, both brothers managed to still their movements. The idea of Harry in genuine pain took the edge off, and Elrohir reached his hand around to feel that his little minx’s arousal had deflated quite a bit.

“Shh,” he murmured soothingly as he stroked the silken flesh back to full hardness. “Take all the time you need.”

Elladan’s mouth found his love’s sensitive neck, and he suckled gently at the marks his brother had left behind.

“I…try again,” Harry whispered.

“You sure, love?” Elrohir questioned, twitching his hips forward slightly.

“Y-yes,” Harry responded.

Elrohir slowly slid home, and Harry’s muscles clamped down violently as the younger twin’s cock forced his brother’s to constantly press against his prostate.

“Mo-ove!” Harry ordered, writhing slightly where he was pinned between the two strong bodies of his lovers.

Elladan and Elrohir silently communicated over their love’s shoulder, and then they began to move in sync.

Harry’s pain was soon ignored for the overwhelming pleasure he felt at being so full, so loved. He had never been stretched so far, never felt so loved.

So worshipped.

His hole was being plundered by two identical erections; his body sandwiched by two identical bodies. His cock rubbed tantalizingly against a firm stomach with each synchronized thrust of their hips, and his prostate was attacked viciously at they slid home again…and again…and again.

It wasn’t long before Harry’s silken walls were clamping down on the twin cocks piercing his sweet pucker, and the green-eyed Elf screamed as his long-denied orgasm was violently forced out of him by the overwhelming pleasure.

Elladan and Elrohir climaxed simultaneously as Harry’s muscles milked them for all they were worth. They pumped into his sweet body for as long as they could, and then they stilled, still inside him.

Elrohir looked down, seeing his and his brother’s seed slipping out of Harry between their softly nestled cocks. He pulled out slowly, mindful of his little love’s comfort.

Elladan soon followed.

“Are you all right?” they asked simultaneously as Harry utterly failed to move.

“Mmm,” their little minx murmured back. “Sore. You should kiss it better.”

The twins exchanged a smile.

Harry was fine.

Although…Elrohir looked down at Harry’s abused hole to see more seed spill out and slide down those smooth, creamy thighs.

Maybe he should kiss it better, just in case.

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Author's Note: I know Elladan and Elrohir are not actual princes, but I just love that line. *shrugs*

Let me know what you think. On ffnet, this will be posted under Princes Do Not Share - that story will become a series of oneshots of Harry with different LoTR characters.