Chapter One:Arwen and Aragorn
Aragorn, The Son of Arathorn, King of Gondor, Friend of Frodo and
member of The Fellowship of The Ring, was horny and bored. Horny
because his wife, Arwen, was recovering from the birth of their second
son, Legolas. Named for Aragorn's best friend, he was a few weeks old,
and he was getting more of his wife's breasts than him. Arwen's
luscious bosom heaved at night, and more than once he had to go to the
shower rooms of the castle and rub himself, thinking about his shaft
between those two fleshy pillows. He knew his wife had been a little
disapointed by his size, a mere six inches, but he did make up for it
in other ways.
He was also bored. As King of Gondor, there was official business to
take care of. There were meetings, schedules, battles, and other
increasingly dull things. He sighed, and looked up when he heard a
giggle. Arwen stood there, fully nude and bathed in the late
moonlight. Her body was beautiful, a delicate frame, hair cascading
down, covering her right breast. Her left, however, made a bounce with
every small step she took towards him. She stopped at the foot of the
throne, and looked at her King's crotch. There was an unsightly bulge,
and she licked her full, red lips. She took her small hand, and pulled
apart his robes. He blinked, bewildered, and almost gasped when his
wife touched his iron-hard member. His breathing grew harsh, fast, and
he felt a bead of sweat trickle down the back of his spine.
Arwen stroked the underside of his hardness, smiling wickedly.
Aragorn, who had shut his eyes, yelped when he felt her tongue lightly
touch his heavy sack. He shuddered, feeling her rough tongue caress
his sensitive flesh. She moved up, licking the base, paying attention
to the flap of skin connecting his balls to his penis. She then slid
her wet muscle up, leaving a trail of saliva sliding down like rain on
a wall. She then reached the head. She licked the tip, once, twice,
three times, and flicked her tongue at the small droplets of precum
that spurted softly out of the small hole. That was where she focused
her attention next, stroking it lightly, then poking her tongue
inside. She tasted his urine, strong and disgusting. She then made
Aragorn groan again, by closing her lips around the head of his cock.
She bobbed her head, slowly at first, but gradually speeding up. She
then lifted her mouth, and pulled back Aragorn's foreskin. She
grinned, and dug her tongue under the incredibly sensitive purple
ridge. This proved to be too much for Gondor's leader. He yelled out,
and Arwen felt the first spurt hit the back of her throat. She choked,
and ripped her head back. She felt large, sticky spurts of warm liquid
slap her face, covering her nose, lips, and eyelids in cum. She pulled
her head back to look at Aragorn, who was panting, his pent up
frustrations mostly released. He hadn't planned on what she was going
to do next.
She grabbed her large breasts, and placed them over his thighs. She
positioned them around his shaft, and pushed them tightly together.
His eyes sprung open, as did his mouth. He was in heaven. He groaned,
watching her as she raised her breasts up, down, up, down, faster and
faster. She flicked her tongue like a snake, licking his engorged
head. She panted, her own arousal threatening to overcome her at any
second. She looked at her husband, and as their eyes met, she came.
Her insides were soaring, raising above her head, and she felt the
fire burn. She sped up her breast masturbation until he groaned and
came again. His cum landed on her breasts, her face and dribbled out,
tangling his pubic hair with sticky juice. She reached up, and gave
him a kiss, letting him taste his own seed. And she spoke her first
words of the night to him.
"I want you in my rear tonight."
His eyes widened, and he followed his Queen to the bedroom, eyes
trained on her perfect ass.