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The Calling of the Sea || Elendil x AFAB!Reader x Sail Master (Part 2)
Rating: +18 (smut)
Word count: 5k
Content/Warnings: Smut, threesome, unprotected sex, p in v sex, Dom/sub dynamics, bdsm, bondage, dirty talk, slight degradation, lots of cumplay, slapping (on several body parts), oral sex (everyone receiving), double penetration, anal sex. There are lots of things and I hope I didn't miss anything, let me know if you consider I left out something else I should warn about please.
Notes: No plot here just 5k of porn 👀
Part 1
It’s also on AO3!
You arrive home with Elendil and his best friend unaware of the things they have prepared for you...
Your heart was pounding as the three of you entered your house, and the first thing you felt after the door closed was Elendil's lips on yours, giving you a soft, soothing kiss. “Why don’t you help our guest find the bedroom, love? I’ll join you in a moment.” You nodded and took the Sail Master's hand in yours, leading him across the corridor to your chamber.
His presence in that room you had only shared with your husband so far was intimidating, evidence of what was about to happen. You felt the man's touch on your cheek, making you look up at him. “Do you still want to do this?” He asked with concerned eyes, making sure you didn't feel pressured to do something you didn't want to do. You weighed his question. There was no doubt you felt quite nervous at the anticipation, but certainly not under any pressure whatsoever. You did want to do it. So you responded by crushing your lips against his, tangling your hands in his long, dark hair and exploring his strong body as you deepened the kiss, tasting him on your tongue. He groaned lustfully at your eagerness, pulling you even tighter against him. “Fuck, I never thought the day would come I’d finally do this with you.” He said between kisses, firmly gripping your bottom with his hands, so big they could easily cup a good part of your buttocks.
An amused voice startled you and made you break the kiss to look towards the door. “Having fun already?” Elendil said jokingly and you saw in his hands a collar with a leash attached to it and a long, coiled rope. Your legs melted as you recognised the items. You didn't always use them, but when you did, it was for an entire, intense night from which you always woke up sore the next day. You felt your walls clench just thinking about it.
Elendil left them on the bed and kissed you before turning you around to face the Sail Master. “Shall we have him see what you have under this dress, love?” He asked against your ear, massaging the nape of your neck with his hand and sending shivers down your spine. You sighed your response, giving him permission to untie the back of your dress and let it slowly fall down your shoulders, exposing your bare body to the Sail Master. You could hear him breathing deeply as you felt his gaze roam over every inch of you. It had been a long time since you had shown your body to anyone other than Elendil, and his intense gaze made you blush and raise your hands to cover yourself instinctively, but Elendil grabbed your arms before you could do so and pinned them behind your back.
“Don’t be shy, my heart, let him touch you.” Yes please. That was the only thought on your mind before feeling the Sail Master’s warm hands cupping your breasts, the contrast of those sea-worked hands with your soft skin set your body on fire. He then pinched your nipples, hard, and you whined in response, but the little pain reached between your legs in the form of pleasure, making you rub them together. He took one of them in his mouth, and lingered on one nipple while he caressed the other with his hand, alternating between the two. Meanwhile, Elendil was nibbling on your earlobe and leaving wet kisses down your neck.
The man in front of you soon led his lips downwards, following your belly, lower and lower until he knelt in front of you and removed the last piece of your clothing, leaving them on the floor. He placed his hand behind your thigh, just above your knee, which you immediately interpreted as a cue to lift your leg and put it over his shoulder. His breath was hot between your legs. “Look at you, already this wet just from being touched.” He said before gently biting the inside of your thigh, making you jolt in pleasure. You didn't realise your wetness had already begun to slide down your thighs until the man at your feet ran his tongue along them, making your fluids disappear in its wake. “Fuck, you’re a lucky man, my friend.” He grunted, and his smile hid between your legs to lap your clit. He used his tongue slowly at first, but gradually increased the intensity as he listened to your frantic moans. You could feel his grunts of arousal send vibrations through your body as his mouth sucked on your sensitive bud.
“Enjoying this?” Elendil's voice made you shudder as he kissed and bit your neck, playing with your nipples with one hand while the other kept holding your arms behind your back. “Yes... yes... oh stars!” You could barely stand if it weren't for the men holding you tightly. Your hips moved instinctively against the Sail Master's mouth and you could feel Elendil's hardness pressing against the small of your back. You were so close you began to pant heavily, pulling your head back and resting it on Elendil's shoulder, and then the pleasure between your thighs stopped abruptly, making you whine. “Please...”
“Not yet, pretty girl.” He said standing up and looking you with a devilish smile. “I want you to come on my cock.” You turned your head back to look at your husband, seeking reassurance that he was comfortable with the situation. You only found a sinful stare. “You heard him, my love. But first...” He freed your arms to grab the collar from the bed and your heart sped up again with anticipation.
He carefully brushed your hair aside before wrapping the collar around your neck. “Listen, from now on, you’ll take his orders as if they were mine, and you’ll take whatever he gives you, understood?” You nodded and Elendil gave a warning tug on the leash, instructing you to use your words. “Ah! Yes, captain.” You said with a trembling voice. “Do not worry, my stars, I already told him how you like to be treated. Now, remember your safeword?” You'd never had to use it before, but he always made sure you knew it by heart and had you share it with your guest.
Then, Elendil offered the leash to his friend, who tugged on it to pull you closer. You tasted yourself on his mouth as he kissed you hungrily before guiding you to the bed. You couldn't take your eyes off him as he removed the garments from his body piece by piece. His long, dark hair falling over his broad shoulders, and that line of hair down his tanned chest and abs. You remember how wild it drove you that time you saw him on the docks, and this time, you could see how far it reached when he pulled down his breeches to release his member. You couldn't help but look away, it was indeed as thick as you expected, and your expectations were high already.
He instructed you to get on all fours on the bed, facing its side, where Elendil had taken a seat in a chair right in front of you. “I’ll be watching over you all the time, princess, I promise.” He reassured you by resting his forehead against yours for a few seconds before kissing it tenderly.
You felt the bed sink behind you, followed by a pair of hands caressing your back, waist and hips, and the tip of the Sail Master teasing your entrance before slowly sliding into it, drawing a gasp from your lips. You were used to your husband's length, but not to this girth. Noticing this, he started with gentle but long thrusts, reaching deeper and deeper each time. Your whimpers of discomfort soon turned to moans of pleasure once you became used to his size and took his whole length.
You looked up at Elendil, who was intently observing your reactions to make sure you weren't hiding any real pain. "Don't hold back, she can handle it." He said to the man behind you, who grabbed the leash hanging from your neck, tangled it in his hand and pulled on it, making you hold your head up. His thrusts gained speed and strength and he began to fuck you harder. You felt ashamed of your uncontrollable cries, you were being fucked so good in front of your husband and he.... You opened your eyes to look at him only to find his hand around his cock, pumping it as he relished the sight. “Show him how desperate you were for him that last time, don’t be shy.”
That image in front of you along with his words made you let out a long moan, only to be interrupted by a stinging on your buttock that made you yelp, followed by a second on the other, and a third, and a fourth. The Sail Master kept slapping you hard as Elendil pleasured himself watching and hearing you come undone. And then your vision blurred, only able to feel the Sail Master's thick cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again, sending that pleasure to every inch of your body, his hips slamming against your sore bottom. “That’s it, cum for me like a good girl.” He groaned, pulling even harder on the leash and ramming you even harder through your orgasm.
You were exhausted when the Sail Master had finished with you, and you knew that the night had only just begun. Elendil leaned forward in his chair and brushed his lips against yours, brushing your hair away from your forehead. “Are you alright, love?” Your heart melted at his question, no matter how roughly you were treated in bed, your well being was always his priority. Your mind was still a little clouded from your orgasm, but you felt fine, oh so fine. You nodded and Elendil gave you another quick kiss before giving his friend a knowing look.
The Sail Master pressed his lips on your shoulder and then withdrew from you carefully to reach for the coiled rope on the bed and hand it to Elendil. “Sit on the bed, love.” You pretty much knew exactly what was going to happen next. He'd already used it on you several times, but to have two men using you? A shiver of arousal ran through your body once again. "Spread and bend your legs for me?" And so you did, placing the soles of your feet on the bed, so that your knees were bent close to your shoulders.
Then Elendil proceeded to wrap the rope around your right thigh, passing it four times just above your knee before securing it with an elaborate knot. He then passed it across your back until he reached your left thigh and repeated the process. He passed the rope across your back again, this time completely encircling your torso with it and then wrapping it several times around your arms, attaching them to your body and restraining them. He adjusted the tension one last time, making sure the rope was neither too loose nor too tight, and tied an easily accessible knot above your chest. "Do not hesitate to say your safeword if you need us to stop. The moment you say it, we will pull from here and the rope will come loose, understood?"
“Yes, captain.”
The two men helped you to lie down, legs spread open and your cunt exposed for them both. You felt completely helpless in that position, unable to do anything but accept whatever they were planning to do with you, and the anticipation made your clit throb. Four hands began to roam your restrained body. Elendil had them on your thighs, running them up and down the insides while his friend slid his hands down your torso, cupping your breasts, brushing and pinching your nipples with his fingers. You closed your eyes in ecstasy as you felt them all over you, but you knew this was nothing compared to what was coming next.
Let’s see how many more orgasms you can handle tonight, love.” Your husband said before sliding himself into you so easily, your walls stretching open once again. He let out a deep groan when he felt you so warm and wet around him. It was obvious that he'd been restraining himself for long enough that night to allow his friend to have fun with you first, fighting the temptation to just shove it in any of your other free holes. All that self-control vanished at that moment as he pounded hard into you, firmly gripping the back of your thighs, marking them with his fingers as you whimpered uncontrollably beneath him.
The Sail Master gave a little tug on the leash as an indication to turn your face towards him. “Open your mouth for me, princess.” He commanded as he gently removed the tangled hair from your face and held it in his fist before guiding his cock into your mouth. You almost took the whole thing in, but you choked before it hit the back of your throat. It was difficult to control your breathing with Elendil’s relentless thrusts. He chuckled knowing what had happened to you, but he didn’t slow down his pace.
“It’s alright, love, breathe through your nose, stick out your tongue for me... that’s it...” The Sail Master instructed you, slowly reaching further into your mouth. He moved slowly at first, allowing you to adapt your breathing to the rhythm of both men inside you. Soon after, drool was running down your cheek and chin as you tried your best not to gag on the cock fucking your throat. Your head held still by the firm grip on your hair.
Your legs fought to close from the pleasure hitting every inch of you, both your mouth and pussy being taken care of at the same time was overwhelming, but you could only find resistance from the rope tight around your body, preventing you from even the slightest movement of arms or legs. You whined around your lover’s cock as tears flooded your eyes, your restraints greatly enhancing all your senses.
And they continued their work for a minute, two, three... Your body was burning by now and all you could do was gasp as your hands at your sides clutched onto the sheets. You felt oversensitive, unable to move as your lovers used you like that, showing you no mercy of any sort.
“Such a needy slut we have here.” Said the Sail Master, as he withdrew from your mouth to let you talk. “You want to come, pretty one?”
“Yes, please! Please I need... ah!” You jolted at the stinging pain between your legs when Elendil slapped your clit. “That’s the Sail Master you’re talking to, show some respect.” He said in his stern voice, the voice that made you want to obey every demand without a second thought.
“Please, sir... I need to cum, please...”
“How could I say no if you ask so nicely, sweetheart? Under one condition, you’ll thank us for every time we make you cum, is that clear?” You nodded and your body clenched once more as Elendil slapped your clit once again, harder than before. “He asked you a question.”
“Yes! Yes sir, I understand.”
“Good girl.” And he shoved his cock into your mouth once again.
The Sail Master increased the pace of his thrusts into your throat while Elendil took control of the leash and pulled on it as his hips slammed hard and loudly against you. You felt his cock throbbing and twitching inside you as it rubbed your sweet spot with no intention of stopping. When your husband brought his thumb to your clit, your eyes rolled back and everything went blank, the cock in your mouth muffling your laud screams.
Neither of them slowed their pace, prolonging your orgasm for what seemed like an eternity that you wanted to last forever. You were a trembling mess when it was over. When your body relaxed, they withdrew from you. “Do you have something to say, hmm?” Elendil asked slapping your ass softly as a warning.
“Thank you...” Your head was spinning, still recovering from your powerful climax. But the sight in front of you was enough to feel your clit throbbing once again. Both men were firmly pumping their stiff cocks right in front of you, and you couldn’t help but biting your lower lip as you watched them. Their heavy breathing turning into guttural sounds as they released themselves all over you. Elendil’s warm drops landing on your belly followed not much longer by his friend’s cum covering your breasts.
The Sail Master pressed his lips against your forehead. “Don’t think we’re done with you yet, princess”. He said reaching for your hand and guiding it to his semi-erect cock. "But I think we need some help here first, don't you think?” A soft moan escaped your lips at his words and you grabbed him with your right hand, stroking it slowly, feeling his foreskin sliding up and down along his shaft. Your restraints only kept your upper arms attached to your body, allowing you to move your forearms freely. Elendil laid down beside you, on the left side of the bed, he didn’t need to tell you what to do. He let out a groan at the feeling of your grip around him.
They both took good care of you as you pleasured them with your hands. Elendil bit and sucked on your neck, leaving wet kisses and marks all over it as his friend used his tongue on your nipples, licking some of the drops of cum he had left on them. The fact that you were jerking off to cocks at the same time, hearing the gasps and groans you elicited from them, it was too much for you. You felt your cunt so empty again. The Sail Master took some cum in his fingers and made you open your mouth to suck them clean. Your lustful moans on his fingers were all he needed to get him hard and ready once again.
Now it is he who stands between your legs to have his second turn with you. And your cunt was filled for the third time that night, getting roughly fucked as Elendil grabbed to hair and shoved his now hard cock in your mouth with little warning. This time, you got used to the rhythm much quicker, controlling your breathing as you did before. You could taste yourself on him, making you suck eagerly.
And so they spent what seemed like hours, both taking turns fucking your pussy and mouth. Every now and then they would cum all over you and you would help them get hard again with your hand, or they would just lie next to you, whispering the dirtiest words in your ear as they watched you come undone. And then they were ramming into you again.
You had already lost track of how many times you'd come. But you were always grateful for each of your orgasms, they made sure of it, slapping your clit or your nipples, or pinching them, sometimes they even slapped your face softly, or tugged on the leash that hung from your neck. You always ended up thanking them with tears in your eyes.
You no longer discerned whose hands were exploring your body, whose cock was in your mouth or in your cunt or whose cum was running hot on your body. You just knew how sore you'd be after this. “Safeword?” They asked you every now and then, making sure you wanted them to continue such treatment, you just shook your head. This was the sweetest torture you had ever known.
When your last orgasm faded, Elendil leaned in close to kiss your lips, once, twice, three times. “You did it very well, my love.” He stated with the sweetest smile on his face, his eyes showing how proud he was of you. You let out a deep breath as you smiled back at him, tears of relief down your flushed cheeks. The Sail Master pulled on the knot over your chest and the rope loosened immediately. They helped you lower your legs carefully, they felt stiff from being in that position for so long, as did your arms.
When they made sure you were alright, Elendil took your hands in his and pressed them against his lips. “There is... one more thing we had discussed to try tonight, but only if you’re not too tired and you’re willing to do it, of course.” You were about to ask what he meant, but you understood it all when you saw the lust in both men's eyes. Oh...
The idea was intimidating, it was something you'd never done before, but you'd be lying if you said you hadn't daydreamed about it often, that you hadn't fantasised about it a few hours earlier in the tavern, before you knew the night was going to end with your husband and his best friend railing you on your bed. The idea frightened you, but you felt far more aroused than scared.
“You can say no, of course. It will have been a wonderful night whatever you decide.” The Sail Master remarked when he noticed your hesitation. You knew you could refuse, but you wanted to do it, you trusted them both completely.
“Oh I... I’d truly want to try it...very much so.” You admitted with a shy smile and Elendil captured your lips eagerly. “Alright then, my heart.”
You found yourself straddling the Sail Master moments later, he was lying beneath you, resting on his elbows to keep his face close to yours. He kissed you gently, a gentleness that contrasted with the way he was treating you minutes earlier. You slowly sank down on his cock, making him swear under his breath while looking between your legs as you took him. Elendil positioned himself right behind you and kissed your shoulders as his hands roamed up and down your ribs. “Relax, my love.” He whispered as one of his hands reached your belly, taking some of the cum still dripping down your torso with two fingers. You closed your eyes and let out a deep breath, relaxing your muscles and slowing down your heartbeat.
Elendil spread your buttocks apart and you felt wetness in your entrance. Was he using the cum from your body as a lube? Oh fuck... It wasn't the first time he prepared your ass for his cock, but you had always used oils. This was so sinful you couldn’t help but squirm on the Sail Master’s cock, making him chuckle. “Oh, aren’t you eager now?” He laughed as he held you still. You moaned in response to the slippery wet finger pushing slowly into you, followed shortly after by a second one. You felt the usual discomfort at first, but only a few minutes later you found yourself pushing your arse back, begging your husband to move his fingers faster, to curl them inside you as you rode the cock in your cunt.
“Tell us what you want.” Elendil demanded in your ear when he considered you ready. “I- oh gods...” You were a whimpering mess once again, barely able to make coherent sentences as the other man beneath you sucked on your neck. “Use your words, love, I want to hear you say where you want it.” Your husband repeated and you whined at his words, it took all your power to respond clearly. “I want you in my arse, please...” Elendil’s groan behind you sent shivers through your body.
“As you wish, my heart.” He said removing his fingers from you carefully to bring them to your chest once again and collect some more cum, this time to coat the whole length of his cock with it. “Please...” The thought made you light-headed with lust. “You wanted us both, didn’t you?” He teased as he pressed his tip against your entrance. “You’ll have us both then.” And he pushed himself inside you, slowly, inch by inch, feeling you tightening around him. You gasped and you clutched your hands on the Sal Master's flesh due to the two cocks inside you stretching you open. “Relax, princess, you can take it, just breathe.” The man in front of you soothed you, cupping your face with his palm, making you look in his warm, dark eyes.
You did as he told you and felt how the tension in your body eased, allowing Elendil’s cock to go in a bit further, and then a bit more, until his pelvis was pressing against your buttocks. You felt completely full now, you still needed to get more used to the feeling, but you couldn’t deny it felt delicious, much more than you had anticipated.
“I’m going to move now, is that alright?” Asked the Sail Master with his slightly trembling breath. You nodded, giving him permission to rock his hips upwards, pushing his cock deep inside you. His speed increased as he listened to your moans as a sign that you were liking what he was doing, and oh Valar did you like it. Elendil's stretching your other hole from behind you made his friend's cock rub so hard against your sweet spot. Elendil stood still behind you, whispering praising words into your ear.
“You are doing so well, my stars, do you want me to move as well?” He asked, and you could only beg at this point, making him laugh at how desperate you were to be fucked like that. “That’s what I thought...” He groaned as he grabbed your leash by the end closest to the collar and pulled on it, forcing you to press your body against him. You felt his sweaty chest on your back as he fucked your ass, not as hard as he’d want since he wouldn’t risk hurting you, but he managed to match his pace with his friend’s. You dove into that moment, abandoning yourself once again to whatever it was that your lovers gave you, their grunting sounds making you clench around their cocks.
“Look at you, you’d be such a good cadet, so eager to follow orders from us.” The Sail Master praised you and slapped your tits, hard. The sound filled the room along with your loud cries. The drops of cum kept dripping down your body and the men would feed you with it over and over again. You had no way of knowing which of the two you were tasting on your tongue every time you sucked on their coated fingers.
At some point, Elendil pushed his fingers even deeper into your mouth, almost reaching your throat and making you gag on them. "You'd like to have one more cock in your mouth, wouldn't you? You’d love to have all your holes filled with cock, isn’t that right you needy slut?” Gods... oh gods. That’s all you could think about as you were railed, your hips moving involuntarily and riding both their cocks, your clit rubbing hard against the Sail Master’s pubic bone in that position. You couldn’t control your orgasm getting closer, and you didn’t want to.
“Maybe we should bring her with us next time we set sail, keep her there on board for us to relieve some stress, don’t you think, my friend?” Asked the man under you, who wouldn’t stop playing with your breasts, slapping and pinching them, sending that pain to your clit as waves of pleasure. The captain said the next words right into your ear, using that deep voice of his. “Hmm what do you say about that, love? Would you like us to have you on our ship as our personal slut?” And that was it for you. Oh yes... yes please, take me with you, please. You failed to keep that sinful desire from leaving your lips in the form of words, which elicited even more degrading words from your lovers. Neither were you aware of the screams that filled the room as your pent-up pressure in your core was released and your shattering orgasm crashed into you, sending spasms through your oversensitive body that made your legs feel weak.
It was Elendil the next to follow even when your orgasm still lasted, your ass felt so tight around him as you came he couldn’t help but spill his seed deep inside you as his thrusts became slower and sloppier, moaning and grunting as he bit your shoulder and gripped you leash tight in his fist. He remained still for a few seconds as he caught his breath with his forehead resting on your back. He then left a few loving kisses on your shoulders and pulled out from you with care.
You collapsed on the Sail Master’s chest, feeling too weak to stand up straight, but you needed him to cum inside you as well. You rocked your hips slowly in that position, his hands grabbing your ass to help you ride him. Cum began to drip out of your asshole, sliding down to your folds and his balls. And so, with the slow rolling of your hips, the Sail Master gasped beneath you, letting out deep groans and grunts as he emptied himself into your cunt.
The three of you lay on the bed for a while, too exhausted to say a word. Not that you needed to. You smiled content with your head resting on the Sail Master's chest as he stroked your back with his fingers and kissed the top of your head softly. You caressed your husband's beard as he laid by your side holding your hand in his. He was looking at you in the same way as when you first made love, that night had further strengthened the trust you had for each other, if that was even possible.
“I love you.” The words formed soundlessly on your lips. Elendil answered you in the same way, and it was the last thing you knew before you fell into a deep sleep.
The Sail Master's name is Raumos (from Raumo, Storm, in Quenya. Maybe not the luckiest name for a man who lives and works on the sea...) and he is an old friend of Elendil; they started in the Sea Guard together. He was born in Hyarrostar, the son of one of Numenor's best shipwrights, and moved to Armenelos to become a cadet.
“What do you suppose the catch is?” Valandil asked, looking out over the western coast of Númenor.
“What?” Ontamo was caught off guard. “Why should there be a catch?”
Valandil scoffed incredulously. “You cannot honestly believe that we are simply meant to sail around the island and camp for a night on the beach. That’s too easy!”
Ontamo rolled his eyes at his friend’s dramatics. “We are practicing going ashore without a dock, setting up a military standard camp, and taking watches. All skills we shall need on deployment.” Almost as an afterthought, he muttered, “Not everything has to be a challenge.”
Valandil shot him an annoyed glance, but got back to work.
As they neared the shore, the sail master appeared behind them. “Cadets.”
Valandil and Ontamo straightened and saluted instantly, startled. “Sailmaster!” they chorused.
The sail master did not look particularly impressed, but neither did he correct them. “I have an additional task for the both of you tonight.” Valandil held his breath and he could sense Ontamo doing the same beside him. Additional tasks were usually assigned as discipline, but occasionally, the sail master would give out extra responsibilities as opportunities to prove oneself.
“Your friend, Cadet Isildur, I want you to watch him tonight.”
Valandil and Ontamo shared a glance. “Watch him, Sailmaster?” Valandil asked.
“Yes.” The sail master towered over them and they tried not to be intimidated. “I fear he will do something particularly foolish tonight. Prevent him.”
“Yes sir!” That was… a fair request, Valandil thought. As talented a sailor as Isildur was, he was not known for his common sense. The west side of Númenor was sparsely populated, rural at best. Who knew what sort of trouble would await the man who acted first and thought later?
“Isildur…” Isildur shook his head in a vain attempt to rid himself of the voice. She was always louder the further west he went. Luckily, his regiment had no women, so all he had to do was ignore any female voices and pretend he wasn’t going mad. Or that the ghosts weren’t driving him mad.
“Isildur.” She plagued him all throughout evening drills, Her voice rang through his ears as he laid out his bedroll. No matter how hard he tried to block Her out, Her voice was there, beckoning.
“Isildur!” Isildur tossed and turned late into the night, oblivious to his friends’ worried glances. He couldn’t possibly sleep with someone shouting in his ear, but he could hardly tell someone about Her without his madness becoming known. He just had to wait until they sailed back east. He had to leave before…
“ISILDUR!” Her voice rang from the mountains like a fallen temple bell and Isildur could take it no longer. Like a man possessed, he leapt from his bedroll and took off towards the mountains, quick as an arrow from a longbow.
Valandil, who had been resting nearby, followed hot on his heels, pausing only to kick Ontamo to wakefulness. He didn’t even stop to salute the sail master as he tore past, just called over his shoulder, “I’m in pursuit!”
Isildur dashed up the slope and crashed through the underbrush, heedless of the scratches he was surely collecting. Up and up and up they climbed, Valandil always just a few steps behind his friend.
Just as Valandil thought his legs would give out from under him, they reached a clearing on top of one of the smaller hills and Isildur skidded to a stop. “Isildur?” Valandil tried. “Isildur, we need to get back to camp.”
Isildur didn’t respond. Instead, he entered the clearing as if in a trance and walked towards the shrine in its center. The shrine was clearly ancient; a cracked, moss-grown pillar with a statue of a woman on top. It was surrounded by deep blue, faintly glowing flowers.
“Isildur, this place is creepy. We are going. Come on.” Valandil made to grab him by the wrist, meaning to drag him back to camp, but was crashed into from behind by Ontamo. They fell to the ground in a heap and, before Valandil could stop him, Isildur reached out and took the statue-woman by the hand.
The very air seemed to freeze in its place. All of the night animals ceased their noise. All save the nightingales. Dozens of the birds gathered and began to swarm the clearing, screaming, clicking, and warbling.
Valandil recovered first, rushing into the swarm with Ontamo close behind. The birds repelled them at first, pecking their faces and clawing their hair, but they dispersed soon enough. There, at the center, Isildur lay crumpled at the foot of the statue, unharmed save for the blood streaming from his nose.
Isildur woke to a pounding headache the next morning back on the ship. Her warning still rang through his mind. “It is too late to turn back. They are going to destroy your people and you with them if you do not go soon. Flee to Middle Earth, you and all those who are still Faithful. Go!”
He pondered on Her warning. Its meaning was obvious: the Faithful needed to flee before it was too late. The rest was not so clear. Who were “they”? Why had She chosen to warn him of all people?
He sat up in his hammock and immediately regretted it as his head started spinning. “Good morning, Singollo,” came Valandil’s tired voice from the hammock next to his.
“What’s the time?” Isildur grunted, ignoring the jab.
“I do not know, nor do I particularly care. The sailmaster sent me down here to rest since I didn’t get much sleep last night. Too busy chasing you through the jungle.” He slung his arm over his face dramatically. “He wants to speak to you, by the way. About what happened last night.”
“About what happened la- oh no…” The details were fuzzy in Isildur’s mind, save Her warning, but he did remember leaving the camp without the leave of the sail master. He flipped out of his hammock, landing semi-gracefully on the floor. “I don’t care what kind of flowers they use in my funeral, just make sure they are blue?”
Valandil huffed a laugh, ignoring Isildur’s struggle to get his boots on. As he dashed out of the room, he paused in the doorway. “I really am sorry about last night. I do not know what came over me, but I am sorry for leading you on a wild goose chase.”
“It is not the end of the world,” Valandil sighed. “Although I may use it as an anecdote in your eulogy if you do not hurry up and get to the Sailmaster. He will have your head if you are late on top of everything else.”
Isildur’s eyes widened comically and he all but ran from the room.
Isildur knocked on the door of the captain’s quarters, willing his hands not to shake. He entered as soon as he was bid and stood at attention. “Sailmaster, I am deeply sorry for what happened last night. I do not know what came ov-”
“Peace, cadet,” the sail master interrupted him. “You are not in any trouble. Temporary madness is not an uncommon reaction to the West for the descendants of Elros.”
Isildur blinked. “It is not?”
The sail master shook his head. “No, although I admit yours was a stronger reaction than I’ve seen. The entire point of this exercise is to identify cadets such as yourself. Studying family trees is not always useful, as some of the Tar-Minyatur’s line are entirely unaffected and there have been many affected cadets who were not… related to him on paper, if you take my meaning.”
Isildur nodded. “I understand, Sailmaster. But, what is to be done about…this?”
“The solution is simple. You will only ever be deployed on the east side of the island, never the west. Now go,” he waved his hand dismissively. “Back to your post, cadet. You have slept long enough.”
Isildur saluted, a bubble of relief bursting in his chest. “Yes, Sailmaster. Thank you, Sailmaster.”
Our 9th character is the very captivating Sailmaster, and while not much is known about him - not even his name - who wouldn't want another hunky Numenorean in their pages?
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The Calling of the Sea || Elendil x AFAB!Reader x Sail Master (Part 1)
Rating: +18 (smut)
Word count: 2.6k
Content/Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, p in v sex, semi-public fingering, dirty talk, prelude to eventual threesome.
Part 2
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You've been eyeing your husband's best friend for some time now. Maybe they're both more perceptive than you thought, perceptive enough to have an idea of what you really want from them.
You always looked forward to meeting your husband at the end of a long day at work and going out for dinner or a drink. Sometimes, you would invite the Sail Master to join you as well, as, even if he wouldn't admit it, he needed some fun too from time to time, according to Elendil. He seemed like a rather serious man when you first met him, but being Elendil's best friend it was inevitable that you would meet him quite often, and as time went on, he opened up more and more to you. As it turned out, he was an excellent drinking partner and a wonderful company.
You also had eyes; you knew he was a man almost as attractive as your husband. Tall, so tall, broad, tan skinned, and his dark brown eyes always had a deep, wild look in them. You didn't feel guilty about finding another man attractive, it was just an innocent thought, until one day you found yourself having fantasies about him. And those weren't innocent at all.
It was an evening in your usual tavern. Elendil and his friend were talking about the day's events, but your mind wandered elsewhere. One moment you were looking into the Sail Master's eyes, and the next you were imagining them locked in yours as he ran his hardworking hands over your body, his strong body against yours. You remembered that time you saw him get off his ship with his torso exposed, how your gaze unconsciously went to the line of thick, dark hair on his abdomen, and you ran your eyes over it down to... your imagination was running wild before you knew it. Maybe you'd been drinking too much for the night.
It wasn't until you heard Elendil's voice calling your name that you were brought back to reality. They were both staring at you as if they were waiting for some response. What were they even talking about? “I... sorry, what did you say?”
The Sail Master repeated his question and you did the best you could to answer. Your voice trembled and you could barely speak clearly, aware that you were in the presence of the two most attractive men you knew, and they were both looking at you... intently. Gods, what would it be like to feel them both...? Ok fuck... You tried to keep up appearances, but the blush on your face and your quivering voice betrayed you, perhaps not to the Sail Master, but certainly to your husband. He could tell when you were horny from miles away. When you met his gaze, he had his eyes on yours and a playful smile on his face. He knows. You looked away and blushed even more, your heart pounding as if it would burst out of your chest.
Elendil seemed to notice your discomfort and decided to break your awkward silence. "Well, my friend, it's getting late, I'm afraid. I think it would be best if we call it a night, don't you?" Finally. “Yes, of course!” He said before leaving the table with you and bidding farewell. “Till the next time, my lady.” He bowed his head and looked at you so piercingly it almost felt as if he could read your thoughts. You could barely think of anything coherent to respond with, so you merely returned the gesture, fixing your gaze on the floor before turning and rushing out of the tavern with your husband close behind you.
“Are you feeling alright, love?” Elendil inquires as soon as you leave the establishment, the cold street air even colder on your heated skin. “Yes... it’s nothing, I just got a bit overwhelmed with all that noise inside. I’m better now.” It was the first thing that came to your mind, and you tried to sound as convincing as possible. And Elendil said nothing more about it, simply pulled you close to him, gently kissed your forehead, and held your hand as you made your way home.
The walk back was not as uncomfortable as you anticipated, the streets were still full of people enjoying a drink with friends and nightly street performances, there was something to comment or shared memories on every corner. But the atmosphere was very different as soon as you entered your house. It was dead quiet all of a sudden. And you didn't know what to say to relieve the tension, so you went straight to your bedchamber and began to undress. You could think more clearly in the morning.
Then, you felt warmth on your shoulder, a warmth that slowly moved up to your neck and hands that gently caressed your arms. Your eyes closed involuntarily as you felt your husband's kisses on your sensitive skin. "Elendil..." You sighed and turned to face him. "Let me ease your thoughts, my love." He said before pressing you against him and kissing you deeply. The warmth of his tongue against yours and his hands all over your body were enough to make you forget everything that had happened, you needed him.
You brought your hands to his shirt and hastily removed it. You soon did the same with his trousers as you left wet kisses down his torso, lower and lower, until you knelt at the level of his already hard cock. But his hand cupped your face, stopping you before you could even have a taste of him. You looked at him, puzzled. “Not today, stars, I need you now.” He said grabbing you off the floor, turning you over and pushing you onto the bed. Ok fuck, this is going to be fun... And you gasped as you felt his lips travel up your back, giving you goosebumps, from your bottom to your shoulders, to your neck, moving closer to your ear.
“Should we invite our friend to visit us sometime, love?” Your heart skipped a beat at his words and you froze. He definitely knows. You felt the world falling apart, was he angry with you? It didn't seem so, but...
“Oh don't worry, my stars, it doesn't bother me in the least. I understand.” He whispered reassuringly and you sighed in relief, but you felt so very, very embarrassed. “I... I don’t know what to say...” You said in a trembling voice. “Easy... just tell me, what were you thinking at the tavern?”
What!? You couldn't tell your husband about the fantasies you had with another man, you just couldn't.... "I'm sorry... Oh fuck!" You gasped as you felt his fingers sliding in through your entrance. “Shh, I’m not judging, my sweet... I’d love him to have a taste of you, actually...” You let out a shuddering sigh of pleasure, not only from his fingers stretching you open, but also from the thoughts his words planted in your mind. “Wouldn’t you want that, hmm?”
Yes, yes yes... you really, really wanted that in fact. You trusted your husband, you knew that wasn’t a trick question, he really wanted you to say it. So you let go...
“Yes... yes Elendil, I want it...” You admit in defeat. “Hmm it wasn’t that hard, was it not? Tell me, my love, what else would you want him to do to you?” He demanded as he quickened the speed of his fingers, curling them just where you needed them most. The words tumbled from your lips because of the overwhelming pleasure, not even thinking about them. “I need... I need him to fuck me, Elendil... please...” You were coating the captain’s fingers with your fluids now, you were so soaked you could hear the sinful sound his fingers made inside you.
Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers, grabbed your hips and pulled them backwards, making you get on all fours and pressing your head against the mattress with his hand. “Do you imagine him doing this to you as well, hmm?” He asked in a deep voice just before entering you all the way in at once. You let out a loud and long whimper, unable to avoid the mental image of the Sail Master behind you, gripping your hips tightly with his strong hands and ramming into you, just as your husband was doing at that moment, without any warning, just fucking you roughly from the very beginning. You could barely speak, only moan and scream. “Yes... that’s what I thought, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” Elendil growled.
His hips kept slamming hard against you and you arched your back so he could reach deeper, your face still against the bed, drenching it with your tears of pleasure. “Look at you moaning like that, what would he say if he saw you like this, so desperate for him? Fuck, what I’d give to see that. Tell me love, would you want us to share you?” Just hearing those words, what they meant, that he was willing to do it, was enough to take you over the edge. And you came hard. And the loud cries coming out your lips gave Elendil the answer he sought.
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It was only a week before your next meeting in your favourite tavern. You had not really discussed the matter again since the night of your last meeting with your friend, except for the occasional small teasing from your husband, but never in earnest. You assumed it had remained a little fantasy you both shared in a night you drank too much. However, you couldn't but notice how your companion seemed closer to you than usual, and not just by being more talkative. You couldn't help but think the worst.
When he offered to fetch more drinks, you took the chance to ask Elendil if he'd mentioned anything to him, and he grinned behind his tankard. “It wasn’t necessary, love. He’s well aware after that display of lust in your face last week.” Your mind went foggy, how were you supposed to look him in the eye now? How could you respond to that? This was too embarrassing to bear.
“Oh, my dear, you shouldn’t worry about that.” He said promptly when he noticed your shocked expression. “In fact... maybe you’d like to know he’s interested.” By the Valar, you didn't know if you wanted to be swallowed up by the earth right there at that revelation or if it was the best thing you'd heard in a long time. Besides, Elendil had a mischievous grin on his face that confused you, didn't it bother him? He really was willing to...
“But... are you sure?”
“I barely could think about anything else these last days, love.” His eyes were full of arousal now. “Do you want this?” Oh stars, a voice inside you was begging you, imploring you to say yes, but this was.... huge, you weren't sure if you'd be ready. You were definitely going to need the drinks approaching your table in the Sail Master’s hands... those big hands.
When your friend joined you, you hardly could think straight. The conversation with Elendil repeated itself over and over in your mind as the two of them went on talking as always. You just could sip at your beer, unable to get what might happen that night out of your mind.
You weren't sure how it happened, but it was probably because of the alcohol that you unconsciously brushed your leg lightly against the Sail Master's through the slit of the dress you were wearing that night. You felt the urge to pull away, but something in you demanded that it remain there. So that you did.
It took only a few seconds before a warm hand rested on your leg, and that same warmth ran through your body, making you lift your face to meet the Sail Master's eyes, dark, full of lust and promises of what he could do to you if you accepted him.
“Is this alright, my lady?” Yes, of course, you thought. But your gaze turned to Elendil, who was watching you, amused, drinking from his jug. “He asked you a question, love, is that alright?” And that’s when you knew that he was really willing for this to happen. His question allowed your body to free itself from guilt, to relax, and you made your choice.
“It is...” You sighed.
“Good.” He said before his hand resumed its upward journey, slowly, painfully slowly. You closed your eyes to the sensation and let yourself go. All the warmth of your body gathered in your inner thighs, making you squirm on the bench and close your legs just to feel the friction you craved. But another hand, on you right leg this time, stopped you, and Elendil pull from it you keep you spread open for his friend’s hand.
You couldn’t believe this was really happening. You felt yourself getting wet and they had barely touched you. You knew what kind of night was ahead of you. And you wanted it. “Please...” You whimpered.
“There is it... Elendil already told me about your beautiful voice when you plea.” And he finally reached your underwear, barely touching you through it before slipping his hand underneath, gently stroking your clit. Your moans were muffled by the noise of the establishment, but not for your lovers.
The Sail Master placed his free hand on your chin to turn your face towards his and kiss you. It wasn't a delicate kiss, he knew you weren't a lovesick young girl having her first kiss. He knew exactly what you wanted from him, so he led it, devouring your mouth and exploring it with his tongue, making your head spin with delight, he tasted so fucking good.
Your kiss didn't stop him from caressing you, in fact, it didn't take long before you felt one of his calloused fingers playing with your entrance and sliding in, making you moan into his mouth and rock your hips towards him. At that moment, you were thankful that your table was in one of the more secluded corners of the tavern and that it hid what was going on underneath it.
A hand different from your kisser's brushed a strand of hair away from your face to place it behind your ear, and you heard Elendil's irresistible voice mere inches away from you. “This is going to be a long night for you, my love.” He promised lewdly as he brought his hand to your now unused clit, playing with it as another man's fingers found your sensitive spot inside you, moving much faster now.
It was so easy for them to make that familiar pressure build up in your belly. Gods, there were a couple of people standing too close. You'd been burying your face in Elendil's neck for a while now to hide your flushed face and watery eyes, but you weren't going to be able to hide your cries if you came. Yet your lovers' hands worked too well together, they were determined to make you cum right there. Seconds later, your walls inevitably closed around the fingers inside you and the pressure was released through every fibre of your body. The captain's mouth captured yours before your uncontainable screams gave you away.
What... by all the stars in the sky, what have just happened? You didn't know how to begin to describe what you'd felt once your orgasm faded. You just knew you wanted to find out what else those two men could do to you in the privacy of a bedroom. They had you trapped in a state of mind where you'd be capable of doing anything they wished from you. So you looked into your husband's eyes, which were waiting for the answer he already knew you were about to give him.
