Rational Lies by flame_of_the_noldor  

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Chapter 1

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Celebrimbor stood on the balcony outside his workshop and bedroom, hands clasped behind his back, admiring the soft autumnal colors of the forest in the mountains beyond the borders of Ost-in-Edhil. A soft, sweet breeze blew through the air, promising a cooler night and potentially rain, if the slowly building dark grey clouds over the mountains offered any clue. The last rays of the setting sun ignited the already colorful forest with golden light.

 

With a deep breath, Celebrimbor hesitantly walked back inside and walked to a worn oak desk piled with various scrolls and schematics for the rings that Annatar, his Valar-given emissary, had instructed him to create. Each scroll was painstakingly hand written, each schematic was a map to the inner workings of Annatar’s brilliant mind and Celebrimbor’s equally brilliant hands as they both collaborated to bring about a new age for the world, an age of peace.

 

Celebrimbor opened a book that laid on the desk, beautifully handwritten in tengwar whose title was “A Study of Valinorian Romanticisim in Elvish Jewelry”, a series of notes on the artistic movement penned by Celebrimbor himself. He had a fascination with the artistic movement among the remaining eldar in Middle-earth, as he found the reflections that he had received from the other eldar he interviewed for the book were incredibly fascinating. He was barely of age when he left the Blessed Realm, and hearing the perspective of those who had lived in Tírion or Alqualondë to be enlightening.

 

Celebrimbor studied the book intently, carefully looking through a passage that described how best to engrave elaborate designs into various gemstones.

 

He marked the passage in the book that eloquently described the process for ensuring that the gemstone you were working with remained stable and did not shatter. He then picked up a scroll that was lying nearby, regarding him and Annatar’s plans for the creation of the various rings that Annatar was so focused on.

 

“Celebrimbor darling, I have a gift for you!”, Annatar cheerfully cried out while Celebrimbor stood over his desk, evaluating the next phase regarding the creation of the rings.

 

He excitedly watched as Annatar entered the room, pristine white robes trailing along the floor like water as he held a square shaped dark wooden box in both hands. Annatar’s pale golden hair shone beautifully in the sunlight, making him appear even more like the divine messenger of the Valar that he was.

 

“Oh, what is it my love?”, Celebrimbor called out with a smile on his face.

 

Annatar stopped next to Celebrimbor and cheerfully said with a bright grin, “Open it dear, and you will see.”

 

Celebrimbor gingerly took the dark wooden box from his hands and gently set it on the table before him, pushing the half open scroll out of the way in the process. The box was delicately carved across the sides with gentle curving patterns in elvish tradition but on top there was a carved Fëanorian star, much to the elf’s surprise. He had not seen that symbol in Eru knows how long, how long had it been actually?

 

Celebrimbor glanced back at Annatar, still smiling, before slowly lifting the lid of the box.

 

Inside was a beautiful hand carved stone chess set, very similar to the one Celebrimbor remembered having as a youth back in Valinor and Beleriand. Half of the pieces were carved from labradorite and the other from opal, both sets’ iridescent colors exemplified by the remaining light in the slowly darkening room.

 

His eyes widened at the details of each carved piece, how they were each created to look similar to the figures they represented, far more than the average chess board was supposed to. There was a certain abstractness to them as well, as he turned over the pieces in his hand and marveled at their handiwork. The róquen, in particular, perfectly resembled the noble steeds of Valinor which his father rode and told him great tales of. He vaguely remembered their beautiful, delicate manes and soft skin, and how his uncle Celegorm had first taught him to ride and hunt in the forests of Oromë.

 

He smiled as he set the róquen down and picked up the next piece, an opalescent mindon, resembling the great towers of Tírion and Formenos. He ran his fingers across the tiny details of the piece, delicate carvings of elvish make.

 

Again, he set the piece down excitedly and moved to examine the next set, a pair of ingolmor with their wise, sage like appearances and stone still faces. If he did not know any better, he would think that the pieces were alive in a way, as they appeared caught in a trance or meditative state.

 

These were set down as Celebrimbor picked up both tárir, and, much to his surprise and brief shock, he swore that they both resembled Míriel and Nerdanel, his great grandmother and grandmother, respectively. They were perfect replications of their faces, down to the tiniest detail.

 

He gingerly set the pieces down as he picked up both arani, who, again, to his great surprise, both resembled his grandfather and great grandfather Fëanor and Finwë. He had never met Finwë, but was told by his father Curufin that he was a wise and learned elf that was slain by their great foe he dared not name.

 

Celebrimbor felt a slight shiver run down his spine as he thought of the great foe of the House of Fëanor, as if a shadow had been cast over the room. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Annatar shift uncomfortably next to him, still present from when he had brought over the box.

 

He swallowed and took a breath to steady himself. He set the arani down and looked at the remaining sixteen núror in the box. As with the previous pieces, each núror was intricately detailed, down to the individual strands of hair on the piece. The núror were unique in that each one was clothed in elvish armor and carrying an elvish greatsword in their hands, either to strike or to defend.

 

He paused for a second and glanced back at the tárir and arani, and picked all four pieces back up. Unease shifted through him briefly as he continued to study their faces. There was a certain uncanniness to them that made him feel uncomfortable. 

 

“Annatar..this...this is wonderful, where did you find this? Did you make it?”, he asked curiously, as he set down the four pieces and picked up the róquen in his hand again.

 

Annatar only offered a shy smile in return, along with a pat on the shoulder. “A well deserved reward for all of your hard work.”, he smoothly said. Celebrimbor’s unease immediately faded away like mist in the sun.

 

“Oh Annatar… thank you.”, Celebrimbor said gratefully. How very thoughtful of Annatar to remember this aspect about him.

 

“You know, Celebrimbor, why don’t we play a game together?”, Annatar sweetly asked, hoping to lighten the dampened mood in the room.

 

“That is a wonderful idea Annatar”, Celebrimbor excitedly said, “I have a table nearby that we can play on.”

 

Celebrimbor walked over to a small wooden table near the window near the balcony that overlooked the nearby mountains surrounding Ost-in-Edhil and pushed the pile of scrolls that had accumulated on the table over the long years.

 

He could see Annatar wince at the mess he had made, and while the elf was setting up the game, Annatar began to pick up the discarded pile of scrolls on the floor and set them down on another nearby table. Annatar would no doubt need to organize those later and very likely would, if Celebrimbor knew his friend well.

 

Celebrimbor then procured a pair of chairs from another table elsewhere in the room, that were, in fact, supposed to be paired up with the table that he had unceremoniously previously placed the now discarded pile of scrolls on.

 

He excitedly pushed the chairs in as he carefully set up the board, each piece set in its proper place.

 

He sat down and before him the arrangement of the various pieces reminded him of the stories and battles he had faced where brilliant elven soldiers in gleaming armor stood in the glowing sun against hideous orcs.

He briefly wondered if this was how his father and grandfather planned out various military strategies when Celebrimbor was told as a child to sit in his room and not disturb them. Celebrimbor remembered his father Curufin engaging in various chess games to keep his mind sharp as the blade he wielded in battle, along with his uncle Caranthir, who had a nasty habit of desiring to flip the table whenever he lost a game.

 

Curufin had a great passion for chess and was, in fact, one of the first players of the game after Fëanor had invented it in a fit of frustration over being bored in Tírion after an accident in his forge.

 

Fëanor insisted that each one of his sons become familiar with the concept behind chess, it being a way for the great elvish lords and his sons to keep their minds sharp and to train them to fight against the great foe of the Noldor and all Arda. A warrior’s mind must also be sharp as well as his blade, Celebrimbor remembered his father Curufin saying. There is no point in fighting an enemy when your mind is dulled. Brute strength holds no real power in the long term, only the power of the mind. My father’s belief in his brute strength is what caused his death, despite the defeat of many great foes that would fell lesser men.

 

Of course, Curufin’s belief in his own mental prowess did little against the court of Nargothrond, and soon, Finrod Felegund thought Curufin to be traitorous, and thus banished him and his uncle Celegorm. Celebrimbor remembered being allowed to stay in the halls of Felegund, but felt torn at the offer. He wished to stay close to his father, but his tendency to become caught in his own webs of treachery had strained their relationship greatly and Celebrimbor began to prefer the company of the forges of Nargothrond and of Finrod. He remembered the skills he learned at the hands of the great elves that resided there, how they had created the halls from the knowledge brought to them by the dwarves, knowledge of how to shape the earth to their will, knowledge of how to bend metals into strange and beautiful shapes, and the knowledge to use this knowledge to defend themselves from the hordes of the great foe’s relentless assaults on the denizens of Beleriand.

 

He also remembered how kind Finrod was to him and how he did not banish him because he could see that Celebrimbor had a good heart on the inside and was very unlike his father. Celebrimbor remembered his words regarding the intentions of others, Not everyone you meet or are related to has your best interests at heart. Always trust yourself and your instincts.

Finrod had become a valuable mentor to Celebrimbor, teaching him the ways of Nargothrond and how to conduct himself in courts and among polite company. He also taught much to Celebrimbor regarding how to rule a kingdom and how best to listen to others when they came bearing concerns.

 

Celebrimbor was heartbroken when he learned of the great elf lord’s death at the hands of Gorthaur the Cruel. Celebrimbor’s fiery spirit inherited from his ancestors rose up in him, demanding it be let loosed on the slayer of his trusted mentor. He remembered having to be held back by the guards of Nargothrond until he could be calmed down by Orodreth.

 

After the destruction of Nargothrond, Celebrimbor fled to Gondolin, where he enjoyed a relatively peaceful, if lonely life in the Hidden City. Turgon was generally kind to him, but stayed out his way, and their relationship did not develop in the same way that Celebrimbor’s had with Fingon. Celebrimbor did miss the white towers of the city and the wide variety of elves he encountered there. He particularly enjoyed being around the fountains and gardens of the city and how peaceful they made him feel.

 

As Celebrimbor sat down to wait for Annatar, who had decided to pick up the scrolls he had carelessly scattered on the floor in his excitement, he wondered where the maia had been in the Elder Days. Had he gone on his own adventures? Did he ever meet his forefathers? Did he ever meet Finrod? What did he know of them?

 

Annatar was odd, he kept many secrets from the elf-lord, but Celebrimbor did not mind to an extent. He was a venerable servant of the Valar, and there was much knowledge he contained that would break or damage a lesser mind, even one of the eldar. Ultimately his love and appreciation for the maia’s friendship and romantic affection won out over the slight distrust he sometimes felt toward Annatar. The maia was beautiful, his pale skin and white robe shining in the low light of the room, as he gracefully rearranged the scrolls into their proper places, far better than Celebrimbor could have ever done.

 

Eventually the maia sat down before the elf-lord and smiled at him. The maia had decided to take on the role of the opposing side in brilliant labradorite, a contrast to the pristine white robes he saw. Celebrimbor would have thought that Annatar would choose the opalite side, reflecting the purity and grace that maiar were known for.

 

They began their game as Annatar immediately moved the núro in front of his ingolmo forward two spaces. Celebrimbor retaliated by moving the núro in front of his róquen forward to allow himself space to move against his ingolmo if he decided to launch an assault on Celebrimbor’s front line.

 

“You know Annatar, I have always loved this game.”, Celebrimbor stated as he moved his róquen toward Annatar’s ingolmo.

 

“It is very fitting for one of your stature to enjoy games of strategy.”, Annatar reassured as he moved his ingolmo to take Celebrimbor’s róquen.

 

“Yes, my father, Curufin, taught me how to play, you know. He was intent that his son be educated in strategy and cunning, as was his father.”, Celebrimbor replied. “He spent a considerable amount of effort training me up to be a noble, although I much preferred being in the forge all day, like my grandfather.”

 

Annatar chuckled, “I can see why, my dear Tyelpë. You have always had a wondrous gift for the art of smithing, as if you had learned from Aulë himself.”

 

“Oh, Annatar, you are far too kind. My father and his father had studied under Aulë but I had little familiarity with him, especially since I left the shores of the Blessed Realm so young.”

 

Annatar’s eyes seemed to gleam with interest as he subtly leaned closer.

 

“Due to the flight of the Noldor, was it not?”, he asked curiously.

 

“Yes, and the pursuit of the Silmarils became my father’s and grandfather’s only purpose in life.”, Celebrimbor said as he sighed sadly.

 

Annatar nodded along. It was a story that the both of them had discussed many times, as Celebrimbor’s mind could never quite rest regarding it. Too much needless pain and suffering, but was sadly necessary to protect his family’s honor and heritage. He sometimes wondered if it all could have been prevented somehow, perhaps if Fëanor had never created the silmarils in the first place or if the Dark Vala had not-

 

Annatar moved his mindon out into the open, preparing to take the tári that Celebrimbor had foolishly placed in the open for him to take.

 

Annatar broke the silence, “Celebrimbor, it is your turn now.”

 

Celebrimbor blinked slowly and glanced back down at the board. He immediately saw through Annatar’s attempted attack and pulled his tári back so that the piece would not be captured.

 

“Ah, another one is gone,”, Annatar replied as he leaned in and kissed Celebrimbor’s softened lips. Celebrimbor leaned into the kiss, moaning softly. Despite the morose mood that their conversation had brought, Celebrimbor greatly appreciated Annatar’s willingness to make him feel better with soft kisses.

 

“Mmm Annatar, you forgot that I am still in the game”, he replied teasingly as he moved his tári to take Annatar’s ingolmo.

 

“So you are my dear,”, Annatar replied as he continued to pepper Celebrimbor’s mouth with soft, sweet kisses.

 

“Mmm Annatar…”, Celebrimbor moaned.

 

“Yes, my dear Celebrimbor?”, Annatar softly replied.

 

Celebrimbor moved his tári toward Annatar’s aran on the board, placing it in check. “You’re nearly in checkmate.”

 

Annatar smiled cheekily, “Ah, but not yet dearest. I have many resources at my disposal.”

Annatar quickly moved his aran out of check to be protected by a small wall of various nuror.

 

Celebrimbor’s next thought was to move his tári back to see if he could attempt check once more from a different angle.

 

He then quirked up an eyebrow at Annatar as he wondered what the maia would attempt to try before looking down only to see Annatar’s tári moving to quickly box in Celebrimbor’s aran without the elf noticing he had left his aran exposed.

 

Celebrimbor moved his aran out of check but quickly realized he had been backed into the corner of the board. In the sharp shift from the morose mood of earlier to the slowly building sensual mood, he had made a fatal mistake.

 

Annatar then leaned in and kissed the corner of Celebrimbor’s mouth.

 

“Annatar…”, Celebrimbor muttered, “The game is not finished yet.”

 

Annatar smiled and moved his tári to place Celebrimbor’s aran in checkmate. “Now the game is finished, dear.”

 

Celebrimbor sat back in his chair, defeated, while Annatar got up and placed his hands on the elf-lord’s shoulders, gently massaging them.

Celebrimbor leaned back into the maia’s touch as Annatar massaged the knots and tight muscles of his shoulders and neck.

 

“You are so tense, Celebrimbor.”, Annatar noted.

 

“Yes, I know Annatar.”, he woefully agreed. “Our conversation earlier, it brought back many memories of the past.”

 

“I know dearest, and I understand. I am sorry for starting that conversation with you.”, he said as Celebrimbor responded with a sharp hiss from his mouth as Annatar worked out another tight muscle.

 

Celebrimbor sighed, “I would like to play another round. I dearly missed playing this game.”

 

Annatar smiled once more, “Ah, but the game can wait, can it not dear? We have much more exiting games to play…games that will help you relax more and forget about the past.”

Celebrimbor sighed again, “I suppose you are right Annatar.”

 

Annatar leaned over the still seated Celebrimbor, whose face had started to flush brightly. Stray blond pieces of Annatar’s hair were framing his soft angelic face as smiled at the elf-lord.

 

A thought arose unbidden in Celebrimbor’s mind. What if he took Annatar now? They had started becoming more comfortable in each other’s bed as of late, but never had Celebrimbor fully taken the maia in the bedroom.

 

Annatar saw the burning desire awaken within Celebrimbor’s mind and behind his eyes. He began to slowly undress himself, much to the blushing elf’s pleasure and surprise. Celebrimbor never became tired of seeing the maia’s pale, creamy flesh exposed before him.

 

He immediately got up and began to stare at the maia’s soft, supple, smooth pale skin before reverently running his hands along Annatar’s spine, which elicited a sensual moan from the maia, making Celebrimbor’s slowly hardening cock jump in his pants.

 

He quickly decided to take the maia by the hand and lead him to the soft, silken linens of Celebrimbor’s bed. He gently guided the maia down onto the bed and tenderly placed his hands on top of the maia’s soft, slightly fattened hips and squeezed, eliciting a soft squeal from Annatar.

 

His cock hardened even further as he took in the entire view of Annatar’s perfect, beautiful body. He glanced down to see Annatar gracefully roll over in the bed, presenting his glistening pink hole for Celebrimbor’s pleasure.

 

As if on command, Celebrimbor then slowly placed his cock inside Annatar’s warm hole.

 

“Mmm Celebrimbor,”, Annatar cried out as Celebrimbor began to gently thrust inside of him, “You feel wonderful dear, so big and thick.”

 

“Thank you, my dearest Annatar,”, Celebrimbor breathily said as he pushed his rigid cock deeper inside of Annatar’s twitching, warm heat.

 

“You know Celebrimbor, you are so wonderfully talented. How is one such as yourself not the High King of the Noldor?”, the maia asked softly, so softly, Celebrimbor briefly thought it was only a rising thought in his mind.

 

Celebrimbor paused. What an odd question to ask, especially during a time such as this…but his mind began to stir with thoughts of the answer he would grant Annatar. Why wasn’t he King of the Noldor?

 

Here he was, his cock buried inside one of the most powerful beings in all of Arda, a Maia, and he was dominating the being. What would High King Gil-galad know of such a privilege? He sat there in Lindon, ignoring the plights of both humans and elves, ignorant of the greater powers that governed and threatened Arda, powers Celebrimbor’s ancestors had direct access to in the Blessed Realm.

 

Celebrimbor’s grip on Annatar’s pale smooth ass became tighter as he began to thrust harder into Annatar.

Gil-galad could never be so privileged as to have a Maiar of Aulë in his bed, now could he? Only Celebrimbor Curufinwion was worthy of that privilege.

 

He shook his head. What was he saying? Gil-galad had earned his right to become High King of the Noldor after his family, cursed as they were, threw it away in pursuit of their cursed oath.

 

Ah, but another thought appeared unbidden in his mind. They were not worthy of such an honor. You are.

His vision began to blur as Annatar’s moans pierced through his mind.

 

“Harder Celebrimbor, harder,”, Annatar softly pleaded, his voice like the sound of the most beautiful birdsong Celebrimbor had ever heard.

 

As he obeyed and continued to thrust harder into Annatar, he felt his grip on reality start to slip as he lost himself within the haze of his own mind.

 

Yes...Tyelperinquar Curufinwion is worthy of having a Maiar, prized gift of the Valar, in his bed. Having Annatar here was a great privilege, was it not? A Maia of Aulë, the patron of the Noldor themselves, the Vala that Fëanor himself had studied under, and here Celebrimbor was, powerful grandson of Fëanor, having the perfect, precious, most powerful maia of Aulë in his bed.

 

Precious, yes that was the word he was looking for to describe Annatar. Precious.

 

Annatar’s moans continued to pierce through the fog of his thoughts, drawing him into a trance he never wanted to break free from.

He could feel Annatar’s heat tighten and release slowly around his cock, gently massaging it.

 

Celebrimbor let out of a moan of his own while his thoughts became hazier.

 

Why wasn’t Celebrimbor Curufinwion High King? He, more than anyone, had claim to that, no his birthright. Subjugating a maia to be under his service was more than enough proof that he had the power to rule over the remaining elves of Arda.

 

A small part of his mind began to question the words he said, but quickly faded as he was too focused on Annatar’s tight heat to fully focus on them and bring them into light.

 

Celebrimbor grunted in pleasure as Annatar braced himself, for the maia had yet another surprise in wait for the proud Fëanorian.

 

“Celebrimbor dear,” Annatar said sweetly, “I have another gift for you.”

 

Celebrimbor smiled. Another gift? He had already been given so many by Annatar, he could hardly think of another present that could match the gift of Annatar’s company. But the maia had many surprises yet in wait for the elf.

 

Celebrimbor watched in awe as Annatar spread his legs wider and a soft, glistening wet slit began to emerge between his legs.

 

“Annatar, what is this?”, he asked curiously.

 

“A gift for you, my dear,”, he said, “All for you.”

 

All for you, Annatar’s whispered in his mind. Yes, all for Celebrimbor’s pleasure. He could have whatever he wanted. Including rulership of the elves and a beautiful maia in his bedroom.

 

He could see Annatar raise his ass slightly more in the air, giving Celebrimbor a tantalizing glimpse of the glistening slit of Annatar’s new vulva, pink, wet, and inviting.

 

Celebrimbor could not resist any longer and slid his still hardened cock inside Annatar’s pussy. His resistance to moaning quickly broke as he slid himself inside Annatar and felt how tight and wet the maia had become. All for you.

 

His head lolled back and forth and Celebrimbor’s mouth hung agape as he felt the tightness of Annatar’s pussy squeeze around him like a vise. He could barely formulate a thought inside his mind as his cock felt the first touch of Annatar’s velvety heat, like the softest silk caressing his cock in warm pleasure.

 

The friction against his cock was maddeningly good as he began to thrust in and out of the maia. He placed his hands on Annatar’s soft hips and held on tightly as he thrust out of the quivering, moaning maia before him.

 

A voice whispered in his mind, Isn’t it so pleasurable having a powerful maia underneath you, quivering and moaning because of your massive cock?

 

Yes…. He replied to himself.

 

Now...imagine feeling this powerful all the time. Imagine armies marching at your command, obeying your every order, the world at your fingertips.

 

Yes… he replied to himself, lost in the haze of Annatar’s soft, tight pussy and the maia’s continued sweet moans.

 

Imagine having a maia servant who obeys your every whim and desire. Who grants you knowledge and gifts from beyond the Uttermost West.

 

Celebrimbor’s eyes rolled back in his head as he was granted a vision of Annatar dressed in fine silks and jewelry forged by the pair of them, seated beneath his throne in Ost-in-Edhil.

In his mind’s eye, Celebrimbor could see the maia twist and squirm sensually on his lap, the clinking sound of his many jewels drawing Celebrimbor into another trance within his trance.

 

Gold, silver, and mithril danced across the maia’s pale skin and the light reflected in the hazy glow of Celebrimbor’s eyes within his vision.

 

He started into Annatar’s golden eyes in his vision and became lost in their swirling depths, which brought Celebrimbor back to reality and the feeling of being caught inside Annatar’s tight, wet heat. He decided to pull out briefly to flip the maia over so he could see the no doubt gorgeous expression on Annatar’s face.

 

Oh Annatar’s face was beautiful and perfect. Precious. His soft pink lips were parted slightly in arousal as his beautiful golden eyes were half open in rapturous pleasure. His pale skin was soft and silky, just like Tyelpë wanted, and his silky light blond hair spread across the covers of Tyelpë’s bed like gentle waves on the shore.

 

He resheathed himself inside Annatar and had to resist the urge to come inside him at the sight of the maia squirming and arching his back in pleasure from Celebrimbor’s own cock, although Celebrimbor couldn’t help but let a few drops of his seed fall inside him.

 

Annatar’s eyes slowly fluttered back open as Celebrimbor heard his voice in his mind once more. His soft golden gaze held Celebrimbor’s as their pleasure increased.

 

Celebrimbor… you, who can overpower a maia in your bedroom, you alone are worthy of becoming High King of the Noldor.

 

“Of course I am Annatar…”, Celebrimbor growled as he arched himself over the quivering maia and pinned his wrists above him.

 

“Yes Celebrimbor, yes just like that…”, Annatar moaned softly, “Take me as you will take back kingship of the Noldor, as you deserve!”

 

Celebrimbor’s thrusting became harder and faster at the mentions of the word “kingship”. Annatar’s moans punctuated the wet thrusting of Celebrimbor cock inside Annatar’s pussy before Celebrimbor finally released inside the maia’s dripping hole.

 

Celebrimbor came harder than he had ever come in his life as he spilled what felt like gallons of his seed inside Annatar. He tightened his grip on the maia’s wrists as he felt his cock being milked by Annatar’s quivering tightness. As he came, he had a brief fleeting thought about whether maia could become pregnant or not if they could change their genitalia, but the answer vanished like smoke in the wind.

 

“Yes Celebrimbor! Yes!”, Annatar moaned as his pussy continued to grip Celebrimbor’s cock tightly as he milked all of Celebrimbor’s seed out of him.

 

With a final shuddering groan, Celebrimbor collapsed onto the bed next to Annatar, releasing his hold on the maia’s wrists and unsheathing himself from inside him. He watched in awe as he saw his cum drip outside of Annatar’s perfect pink hole.

 

He lolled his head while he let his slowly softening member rest from the exertion of making love to Annatar. His balls were so wonderfully empty after that, and he sighed joyously in relief.

 

“You know Annatar,”, he breathed out after several moments of panting and heaving from the exertion, “I think I figured out how to get out of checkmate.”

 

“Oh? How so dearest?”, he asked, propping himself on the bed and laying sensually, lips still parted in pleasure.

 

“Open myself up to new possibilities and use all the resources at my disposal to surround and dispose of your aran.”, Celebrimbor stated with a smile.

 

Annatar smiled, “Yes, my dear, that’s exactly it. Shall we continue our game?”, he asked as he gestured toward their abandoned chess game.

 

Celebrimbor returned his smile. “Of course dear, I cannot wait to show you what I have thought of. And the plans I have for the future.”

 

Annatar grinned maniacally as Celebrimbor turned back around to examine the chess board. All was coming to plan.