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Maeglin held up a smooth, slender phallus for Tuor’s approval. He smiled at the young Man’s confusion. “This will be your first time accepting anything into your body wider than a finger. I thought perhaps starting with something a bit on the conservative size may be more appropriate.” He leaned in to nip at Tuor’s ear. “But no worry, my love. It still felt absolutely perfect when our dear Idril took me with it earlier.”
Tuor shuddered as Maeglin blew cool air across his ear. “A-and you will get pleasure from it too?”
Maeglin chuckled. “Judging by the bruises Idril left on my hips and the intensity of her completion, I would say I will get plenty of pleasure.
The Man blinked. “Bruises? She left bruises?” He watched Maeglin lock the false organ into place, then slip the halter around his hips and give a few experimental thrusts.
Maeglin sighed and tightened the straps down just right until the base of the phallus rested just above his clitoris, where he liked it best. “Oh yes. Nothing terrible, mind you, and they faded quickly. But our dear princess can get delightfully rough when she is chasing her release.”
Tuor had to concede that point, given that Idril had nearly broken his nose while riding his tongue the night before. He peeked up at Maeglin and reached out to stroke the smooth length that would soon be inside him. “And what of you, my Lord? Will you be gentle with this humble man? Or will you take your pleasure and leave me gasping?”
Maelin smiled. “I suppose you’ll simply have to find out.”