Categories > Books > Lord of the Rings > A tribute to obsession
When he walked in, Maitimo gasped and looked at his father, open-mouthed. Feanaro was sprawled atop crimson, silken sheets, wearing only a seductive smile. He had lit small candles and spread them everywhere in the room, their heady fragrance tickling Maitimo's senses.
"Erm... Atar, isn't this a bit... superfluous?" Maitimo asked, gesturing to the nightstand, unable to suppress a grin at the sight of numerous vials and various... instruments.
"Nelyo!... Is this your way of saying: 'Skip the foreplay and just take me' ?" Feanaro replied, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.
"Well..." the young Elf managed a faint blush and looked at the arousing sight from beneath lowered eyelids.
"As you wish. And happy begetting day, beloved." Feanaro said, rising swiftly and closing the distance between them.
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