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His family tended to have a mate, their partners, in a strange way. His father never mentioned about his partner. He had six uncles to look after him instead whenever his father was busy.
Grandfather Fëanor met grandmother Nerdanel during his training which sounded normal until they added how they courted each other, by battling in craftsmanship, by exchanging thousands of gifts, so dramatic, so extravagant nothing normal about Fëanorians’ love.
Even his oldest uncle Maedhros’ story was not a normal one too. He married Fingon, his half-uncle, which meant Fingon was also Uncle Maedhros’ half-cousin too.
Celebrimbor just, well, he didn’t sure, that he would end up in the same way. He went to the inner forest of Tirion near Aule’s workshop one day, and he encountered a weird creature.
It had many legs. It communicated with him through telepathy. It told him to not be afraid, and somehow. It ended up with him fucking that said creature.
“Oh, Eru! Please! Please! Don’t stop, feel so good.”
‘Hush, dearest one.’
He couldn’t. It felt so good as if he was going to explode into thousand pieces, so vivid, so addictive. The creature buried themselves deep in his core. Celebrimbor squirmed in delight in every thrust which hit the spot that made him saw the stars. His Highness’ sinful moaning sang beautifully for the creature's hearing sense.
‘Lecherous behaviour you act, your highness. Spreading your legs and singing so wantonly for a monstrosity I am, o Tyelpërinquar. It causes me great anger if only you behave like the same to others but me.’
Their limbs wandered all over possessively, teasing high elf both nipples. He cried in a deliciously high pitch, shivering and shaking. Celebrimbor turned his head a little and tried to kiss them. They answered his beloved Eldar’s demand so willingly. The limbs went up to those pair of swollen red lips, kissing so tender before entering so rough. Celebrimbor made a pleasant moan when his tongue touched their limps, sweeter than any nectar he ever tasted. The high Elf sucked it dry as his life depended on it. The creature was pleased.
Though their bound Celebrimbor told the creature. ‘Keep fucking me so good that I would not leave you for others then, my beloved Maia.’
Young Elf gave the creature a smirk, satisfied marked on his face. He gripped on one of their limps tightly for support as he started bouncing his hips. He could not be naughty for long as the creature tied his waist with its tentacles. ‘You said so then how can I not obey?’ They speeded up and changed the angle to efficiently hit that spot inside, causing Celebrimbor to lose his own ability to speak properly. He was singing, turning to be a music instrument for the Maia. It didn’t take long to reach his climax. The Eldar blood whimpered softly, still squeezing their limps as he didn’t wish to let go. They were sucking his swollen nipples. He cried when a wet limps seductively licking his oversensitive pointy ear. ‘Precious thing, there’s more for you, you can’t rest yet.’
“So demanding you’re. Don’t I serve you well?”
One of many limps licked his face. His eyelids were already to give up. Warm wet speared all over, heated him up. It should feel sticky and uncomfortable but Celebrimbor quite liked this sensation. He mewed, chest up and down as he was playing with the tentacles lovingly.
‘How much time do you need to regain your strength?
“You can’t be serious.”
So, they thrusted in to confirm their point. Celebrimbor cried. It leaked out a little, causing a shameful wet sound from him.
“O Valar…you’re serious.”
Indeed, the creature demanded more from him. They would ask so sweetly that could melt him or force their way to make him submit. It could help that both excited young Elf like fire would touch cinder to burn. Celebrimbor opened his mouth to kiss the creature. “I need to rest. Give me some time, would you?”
They groaned but finally pulled. That made Celebrimbor protest. “Don’t pull out, stay inside me.”
‘Don’t you want to rest?’
“I want, but, with you inside me.”
‘And you say I’m demanding. You’re the one who give all commands here.’
Still the creature did as he ask for. And for he was so wryly, Celebrimbor went straight to sleep slumber on the creature.
The Stars presented in the sky when Celebrimbor slowly opened his eyes as he felt a pair of delicate hands touched all over his body. The creature turned back to their Eldar form. “O Eru, there, there, I’ve been force by one of your wayward Mairon…. again.” He circled his thumb under the other’s eye.
“You already have your rest. I serve you well. I should receive my prize.”
“It’s not fair at all.”
Young Elven lord rolled his hips to meet his love. He didn’t really mean as his words. Both knew. Mairon kissed Celebrimbor. “Liar, precious one, there’s no fair in love.”
“You’re so mean.”
Celebrimbor hugged Mairon’s neck and rolled over them, making Mairon smile so wide. “I will go for another who treats me better than you, just you wait, o dear Maia”
It shook Mairon’s confidence, really.
He came back to his residence late. His father already waited for his return. Curufin knitted his eyebrows together when he saw his only child finally showed himself. “Where did you go?”
“The forest, father.”
“For what.”
Celebrimbor sighed. He held his arms on his back, bouncing back and forth in a childish manner. Curufin always let down his guard when he did that.
“Exploration. Am I not allowed to wander around, Father?”
“You can but, as your parent, I still need to know where you are; especially when you often come back at this late.”
“I won’t disappear without a trace. I assure you.”
Curufin let a low annoying groan. “We’ll see if it's true as you say.”
King Finwë had received a marriage proposal from young Maia Mairon, Aulë’s faithful servant. His majesty was perplexed. He never met the Maia before, and he was quite sure Aulë didn’t bring him to any banquet Finwe had hosted. The king turned to the Maia and asked simply. “Who do you wish to marry, Maia? For I believe you never met any of my children nor grandchildren.”
The young Maia just smiled, a smile that even the most harden-heart person would be softened. “O high-king, the one I lay my fëa in his care is one of your bloods. The gifted Tyelpërinquar is the one I asked for, my king.”
Finwë nearly fall from the throne when the Maia declared the name.