Arwen (from Lord of the Rings
"Arise, for the High King of Gondor, Harry Elessar"
Trumpet fanfare signaled the arrival of the king to the great chamber, Harry striding to his throne as the innumerable soldiers and other inhabitants of the realm of men gathered before the royal in his esteemed palace. Harry sat down, gazing upon his subjects before waving his hand, the great double doors at the end of the hall slowly opened by the guards awaiting there. Along the purple carpet linking the steps of his throne to the large doors, two figures emerged: one quite small, the other tall, thin, and moving with an almost strange and irresistible grace.
Cloaked in a black dress mourning dress, Arwen, former Queen of Gondor, Elf of Rivendell and Aragorn's widowed wife approaches him. Harry's brother and former king had perished in a hunting accident only three years after the defeat of Sauron, gutted by a wild boar. The one saving grace in his death was that he never had to find out the affair Harry and Arwen had while he was king. Clad in the tight black dress, her arms bare for him to see, her perky nipples pressing against the thick, opaque fabric, and slender legs peeking out from the sides of her knee-high dress. The guards, while noble and resolute, couldn't help but break concentration even for a moment to look upon her; indeed, Harry's subjects were enthralled by the fantastically dressed woman even though she was wearing black. Many forgot to see the smaller figure beside her, clutching her hand: a child, old enough to stand on his own, but not quite old enough to understand the significance of his presence in the throne room.
Harry shifts in his throne, biting his lip in sorrow, but clears his throat to speak. "Arwen, I'm deeply sorry for your loss. My brother was a great man, and I'm sure he would have made a great king had he lived long enough"
Arwen kneels before the stairs to the throne, smirking in a way men would bend over backwards to see her do again. She looked into his eyes, her own piercing blue iris' pulling him in, goading him into hanging on her every word. "Your grace, I come before you after so long to bring you joyous news. I have heard of your estranged partner and her failed marriage, and I understand the pressure you have to produce an heir. I come before you to show you your son."
The subjects gasped at the proposition, Harry shaken as he looked to see the small child beside her; while still quite young, he looked just as he did, and as she did now as well. His night with her a few years prior was still fresh in his mind; surely, a marriage between step-siblings would be frowned upon by all in Middle Earth, but he yearned for her still, her beauty alluring and enough to make any man fall on his sword to be with her in life or death. And here was a son he never knew he had, produced by their love one night so long ago. Many would be aghast in his stance, but he was not. Harry, instead, was delighted, not only for the presence of an heir to his throne, but indeed to see his beautiful Arwen once more. Of course, at this point, reason was thrown to the wind in favor of lust, but he had few people with him who would remind him of such.
"This is indeed…a joyous day, and joyous news. And such a revelation cannot go without recognition! A feast shall be held, and you, Arwen, I urge to stay so we may…finalize loose ends."
"Of course, your grace."
Arwen grinned again, bowing before him as the subjects were roused to applause, seeing their king was taking this quite well, and so should they. Arwen knew that Harry was easy to manipulate into his way: he had never had a truly perfect family, and the thought of an heir made his will weak, wanting to complete his family and truly have something he had never felt before. Of course, this weakness was perfect for Arwen to capitalize on: she had lusted for her step-brother for so long that she needed just one tiny thing to help get her foot in the proverbial door. And, seeing as their encounter years before had knocked her up with his son, she took this as the perfect opportunity to finally spring her surprise and marry her beloved Harry.
Harry pulled himself from his throne, several guards escorting Arwen and her son to their chambers, with the servants scurrying about to prepare for an impromptu feast. Harry had things to deal with in the castle before he could see his beloved Arwen, but perhaps it was for the best. For now.
Arwen quickly made herself comfortable in the room given to her, the servants bringing her luggage and other amenities to her as they organized the room and cared for the young half-elf. This left Arwen with free time to wander around the castle before the feast. And she knew exactly where she would go. She had a few toys hidden in the castle she'd need in the coming days.
Harry stumbled back to his chambers after the feast, his belly full of food and mead, and his head coming in and out of lucidity, leaving his vision worse for ware. He nearly fell through his door as he struggled to open it and then seal it closed, guards never too far behind to prevent their king from accidentally killing himself on his journey to bed.
It seemed, however, he wasn't alone in his room. Before him, atop his wolf-skin blankets, lay Arwen, covering her waist in a tiny cloth, and her breasts in one of the arms of the wolf-skin pelt. Harry jumped and hollered a bit in inebriated surprise, enough that his guards began opening the door to his room. He quickly shut the door again, coughing a bit before speaking to them through the entrance.
"No, no…I'm quite alright, just stubbed my toe is all, quite alright."
"Yes, your highness."
The guards resumed their duty near his door, Harry calming himself before approaching the bed. Arwen grinned and licked her lips, seeing him visibly excited, yet confused. "What are you doing here?! You shouldn't be anywhere near me, especially after this little…conundrum."
"Oh, relax, your grace…" Arwen winked, lying on her back, the wolf-skin pelt barely able to keep itself on her supple, naked body as she turned. "No one will squeal; not your guards, nor the chambermaid making sure our son is safe. I just felt that you needed to see me again after those three long years alone."
"I did miss you, but there is a code to this all, we are no longer at war, we cannot…"
"Oh yes we can." She grinned as she slowly pulled the cloth from her waist, her shaved pussy hidden by her crossed thighs. She turned again, pressing her breasts into the pelt to show off her curvaceous ass. Her rear was almost too large for her, not quite wide, but firm and perfect, glistening with sweat from the heat of the room. She put one finger in her mouth, biting it seductively. "Come now, not even the King of Gondor can resist this sight. You never could."
"Has it gotten…bigger?"
"Perhaps…three years training each and every day does have its perks. But don't worry, I know what you were really waiting to see…" She finally turned onto her back, pushing her feet into the bed as she climbed to the pillows, giving him a full-frontal view of her perky breasts, her luscious nipples bouncing as she struggled to reach the head of the bed, her pussy already soaked between her legs.
Harry lost control, running to the bed as she pulled his tunic off, grabbing her waist and pulling her towards him as their lips met. His hand immediately went to her breast, grasping the large D-cup mammary and massaging it in his palm, feeling her moan and quiver underneath her as he did. Arwen grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him towards her as he fell atop her, her legs wrapping around his waist to keep him as close as possible. Her hands then moved to his trousers, feeling them loosen and pushing them down, remembering how big he was when he first entered her three years before. Her feet worked to push the clothing off him, feeling something large and slightly hard pressing against her pussy.
Her hands reached down to grasp the thick shaft, massaging and pulling it to try and force more blood into it, wanting to feel it at its absolute hardest. His balls dropped lower, pumping themselves full of cum to prepare to blast a load inside the tight, lustful body of the woman he was embracing. His ten-inch shaft was as hard as it could be, and in the middle of their kiss, Arwen pulled away, turning herself around to reach underneath him, grabbing the cock and stuffing it inside her mouth. Harry bit his lip, stopping himself from exploding then and there, feeling her tongue wrapping around his cock, pulling on it as her lips did as well. She pushed the cock as deep as it could go, feeling it push into her throat, gagging a bit as she struggled to keep herself from passing out. The thick shaft begged to be inside her other holes, her hands massaging his balls, making sure he wasn't about to go soft on her anytime soon.
She turned around, her pussy dripping from excitement as she faced Harry once more, putting her feet around his waist to pull him closer. He took the hint, pushing himself towards her, feeling his cock head press open her lips as he began to enter a much tighter hole than he had been in many years ago. Arwen gasped, biting the pillow as he stuffed it all inside, feeling it hit her cervix with how long it was.
"Oh…God! Did it get…bigger?"
"You could say that." Harry winked this time, pulling his hips back before plunging his cock inside her again, hearing her scream a bit into the pillow, oscillating back and forth. His one hand grabbed her neck, the other her breasts, playing with them and slapping them in primal joy. Arwen was in blissful pain, feeling her body being broken and strained by the monstrous cock, but laughing as she felt joy and power, feeling her lover push his cock deeper and deeper inside her, making her legs quiver and shake in orgasmic delight. She felt an orgasm rising up out of her, and felt Harry pumping faster and harder, trying to push out his own orgasm inside her again.
Arwen pushed him away momentarily, turning around to push her face into the bed, grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them, giving him a view of her soaked pussy, gaping from his monstrous cock. He grabbed her waist, shoving his fat shaft inside her again, Arwen screaming into the bed as she felt his cock pummel her cervix, almost breaking it open to give him access to her womb. She loved how it felt to be dominated by the king, his hand slapping her ass, pushing her harder into the bed, feeling every inch of her insides with his magnificent cock. She wanted to cum so badly, begging him to go faster, her voice caught by the mattress and inaudible to him as he sped up, ready to blow his load and coat every inch of her body in his juices. At the last moment, before releasing his semen, he pulled out, firing out streams of cum along her back, hearing her cum as well. She screamed into the bed, shaking as he legs gave out, her body going prone on the bed as she writhed and shook over and over, unable to stop.
Harry rolled onto his back, his cock drained of cum as he lay motionless, exhausted as his drunk mind tried to process everything which had occurred. Arwen, however, simply smiled and reached out to touch Harry and keep him close, whispering to herself. "My king, my lover…"
Arwen awoke the next morning to Harry hurriedly putting on decent clothing as she lay on her front still, cum caking her back as she stood, seeing he was far too frazzled to notice her get off from the bed. She tip-toed behind him, putting her arms around him and pressing her breasts into his back. He yelped a bit in surprise, turning to see her, and pushing her back a bit as he hyperventilated.
"Your grace, what seems to be the matter…" Arwen cooed, taking his hand and rubbing it against her still moist pussy lips. "Did you not finish inside me? No worries, I assure you we will have plenty of time to make several heirs to your throne…"
"Arwen, what we did last night…not only are we having sex out of wedlock, but you're my step-sister! That alone makes this suspicious, but still…I do not feel comfortable with this. What happened last night and three years ago gave me a son, and I shall care for him as he is my own. But us…"
"But us?" She pushed herself against him, putting her hands around his neck, almost hanging off of him. "Well, my king…I suppose I shall listen to your reason. You do know best, after all. However, as a gift for the wonderous night, and for receiving me and our son, I have a gift."
"Do you, now?" Harry felt more relaxed after pulling herself off of him, sighing in relief after knowing she took it well. The naked and supple Arwen strutted across the room, finding a small burlap sack she had stuffed in the corner last night. She retrieved a regal bracelet, presenting it to Harry as he inspected it. Solid gold and wrapped in ornate carvings and jewels, it was indeed something fit for a king. "Where did you happen upon this?"
"Does it matter? A gift is a gift, after all." She winked, biting her lip as she saw him slip it on. She tried to hold in her excitement as she went to reach for a black robe, not unlike the one she wore the previous night while at the feast. "Well, my dear, I believe I shall return to my chambers, perhaps take a bath. But I do await impatiently for you to visit me more…formally."
"As do I, Arwen." Harry nodded as she let herself out of his chambers, walking along the barren halls as the early morning sun began to peak over the horizon and loom through the holes in the stone palace.
She could barely keep in her excitement, seeing how easily he slipped on the key piece of her plan. Just the sex was enough to tell her that he indeed missed her and wanted her back, but now she had to keep her place as queen of Gondor, and convince Harry to marry her, whether he wanted to willingly or not. The bracelet was something she had Elrond himself craft for her long ago, hiding it in her possession for when she thought it might be useful to her. No doubt had Elrond known it was to be used on the king himself, he would have never crafted it; alas, ignorance is indeed bliss, and soon, Arwen knew the weak-minded king – well, not weak minded yet, but soon enough – would give in to her lust and beauty eventually. It just needed a little push…
The days which soon followed were some of the most trying for Harry in his state of weakness. The enchantments on the bracelet gifted to him by Arwen caused every bit of affection and lust she threw his way to drill into his brain, lingering in his memory even hours afterwards. This also caused his senses to pick up on everything she did as though she were rubbing her perfect naked body across his. A sly grin across the room became a passionate kiss, a wink was her hand grasping his cock, and biting her lip made him feel like he was plunging inside her once more. He found himself quite embarrassed whilst in meetings the beautiful elf was required to attend; hiding a forced boner was difficult enough, but now that it was almost an hourly occurrence, he felt his tolerance lowering more and more. Some days even seeing her long dark hair and long legs underneath her black dress was enough to send him into a frenzy, locking himself away for a few moments to relieve his 'stress' before he was prepared to deal with the day.
Arwen knew this, and made sure to stay close to him, so that every waking moment she was around him was reminding him of the pleasure he felt being inside her. Of course, his will was strong and defiant, refusing to sleep with her even once more, but even her drifting scent caused her resolve to waver enough for her to break through now and then. Still, she needed things to speed up; the presence of their son did help keep her in Gondor for a time, but she knew she'd be forced back to Rivendell if she didn't find a way to get him to ask for her hand in marriage soon. But the elf woman had a plan.
Harry soon received a note from one of his advisors, stating that the former queen herself wished for his advice on a political matter, and would be waiting in her chambers to meet with him. Needless to say, his naivety played to Arwen's advantage, and he came soon after his meetings had concluded. The guards opened the door for him, allowing him to step inside the chamber, finding it empty, and a side door leading to a closet slightly ajar. He closed the door behind him, looking around for a moment before hearing Arwen's voice pipe up.
"Please take a seat, your highness. I will be out in but a moment." Harry silently sat at the foot of her luscious bed, silent as he heard her fumbling around within the closet."
He was not prepared for what would happen when she returned.
Arwen strutted out, significantly more liberal with her outfit than she had been the previous few days. A garter belt slung to her hips, her groin exposed to him, showing off his prize that he had penetrated twice before. Her breasts were quite visible through a see-through white top, her pink nipples pushing through, begging to be sucked and pinched and pulled. Her hair was let down, some of it pushed in front of her face, hiding her in the darkness of her own locks, making Harry almost froth at the mouth with how the enchantments burrowed into his brain. She slowly strutted to him, straddling his waist and pushing her breasts against his chest.
"Like what you see?"
"I, uh, oh…" Harry could barely think, his head overloaded with lust seeing her in such clothing, wanting to tear it apart and play with the supple flesh underneath.
"Oh, your grace, you seem quite confused and burdened." Arwen giggled as she grabbed his hands, putting his hands around her bare ass, making him dig his fingers in, his digits sinking into her muscular rear. "Let me help you. Should I ask again?"
"Y-yes."
Harry didn't know if he was responding to the first or second question, but Arwen didn't care. He was in bliss, playing with her ass, feeling her body against his, even through his tough tunic and thick clothing. She also felt something grow thick and hard, poking through her clothing and pressing up between her legs. She took the moment to grind against it, back and forth, her pussy leaking juices onto his trousers, soaking through and drenching his cock through the trousers.
Arwen pushed herself off of him, the force causing him to fall onto his back, lying on the bed, staring at the stone ceiling as Arwen disappeared behind the closet door once more. As if by magic, she returned once more, wearing something very different from her previous outfit. Confined in black cloth which wrapped around her body, tiny lace panties clinging to her hips this time, with everything on her except her breasts covered. Her mammaries were free to bounce and move alongside her, Harry seeing her slowly climb above him, his eyes following the nipples wherever they seemed to move. His mouth was agape as she lowered her breast into his mouth, allowing his lips to close around it, and his tongue to move forward. She pulled it away, teasing him and making him follow her, egging him on to try and catch it, to embrace it and play with it as he wanted to so badly.
However, unfortunately for Arwen, his will was still steadfast despite her enchanting and toying, with him being reluctant to continue; that didn't mean, however, he was unwilling, and readily pleased her as she pushed her tit once more into his mouth. She did want to reward him for being such a noble heart, and soon pulled her breast away from him, sliding off her black panties and mounting him once more. However, unlike last time, she was mounting him from a very different angle. She closed her thighs around his head, pushing her pussy onto his face as she felt him beginning to lick and penetrate her with his tongue, her body shivering with pleasure as he continued. The tiny bristles of his growing beard tickled her labia, making her bite her lip to keep herself from exploding, leaning forward to unlatch the tiny flap at the front of his trousers. His thick, erect cock came jumping out soon after, her lips soon pressed against it once more, pushing it into her throat. She had been practicing over the previous few days, and she gagged few times while taking the fat cock down her throat, feeling it block her airway a few times, but nothing to panic over. She deepthroated him, making slurping noises which reverberated around the room, saliva bubbling along with his pre-cum and pouring out of her mouth.
His trousers were soaked in the strange fluid, and her own makeup was beginning to run from the moist juice splashing up and hitting her in the face. Harry was quite adamant in his job to keep her happy, his tongue working wonders on her, enough to make her wonder if he himself had been practicing on other women over the years. She giggled as he caressed her labia, his bottom lip rubbing against her clit, his tongue now and then able to penetrate beyond her vulva to maximize her pleasure. She had to squeeze his head with her thighs to brace herself, keeping him locked in a silent prison of pleasure as she continued sucking his fat cock. He went faster and harder, Arwen on her last legs as she moaned, trying to outlast him, but her yearning for his cock made her weak. She came once more, splashing out juices across his face, his mouth filling with her cum as she moaned and screamed into his cock, making it vibrate within her throat. She pulled her head away from the monstrous shaft, sucking in hair as she grabbed a nearby pillow, screaming again as she shook even more violently, spraying and cumming a second time in a row. She fell backwards, unable to finish the king off as he pulled himself from the bed, his resolve significantly weakened, but indeed intact, as he had not penetrated her conventionally.
Harry cleaned himself up as Arwen played with herself on the bed, giggling and biting her finger once more, keeping her emerald eyes locked onto his own. "So, did you have fun, my king?"
"Arwen, we cannot do this!" He whispered in a vicious tone, pushing his still rock-hard cock back into his trousers. Arwen moved to approach and try to finish him off, but he pulled away again, keeping himself out of her reach. "I made a vow, and besides that, they might hear us!"
"Oh, come now, isn't that the fun of it? Doing something so wrong but so, so right…"
"You're my brother's wife!"
"Was. Was your brother's wife. I believe as the king of Gondor, you may do as you please." Arwen giggled again, approaching him as he backed away once more.
"I will be leaving now. No matter how difficult it is to me, I must be faithful…for my people."
"For your people, of course…" Arwen allowed the king to leave, Harry disappearing behind the door. She waited for his footsteps to disappear before grabbing a nearby object and throwing it against the far wall, hearing it shatter as she tried to stop herself from exploding in rage. She was so close and yet she had lost because of her inability to keep herself composed. She was angry at herself, and she needed to fix this. She had to wait for Harry to be compromised once more, but she could fix herself.
Her hand had been cut on the object she had thrown, seeing blood dripping down onto the floor in small splotches. Her eyes were aglow with elven magic as the cut sealed itself, and her fingers curled into a fist, the cut's scar still faintly visible. She had magic, and she had to use it. It would take time and focus, but it would work.
It had to, time was running out for , returning to his own chambers, felt terrible for both refusing Arwen's attempts to seduce him, and felt even worse testing the limits of his vow, though he had broken it twice already, and with the same woman too. He felt the bracelet buzz with power, even the faintest thoughts of Arwen causing his brain to spiral into near madness, consuming his mind's eye with images of her perfect body, magnificent ass and breasts, her blue eyes and irresistible elven features. He was pulled out of reality for the moment to remember the days gone by of him and Arwen years before, the night which had cemented this very moment he now found himself in, when he was naïve, unknowing of how he and Arwen were fated to be together. It was magical to remember, as if it was only days before…
Harry knew that Arwen was to offer the elves' fealty to Aragorn and Gondor, but he wanted time to himself after the tiresome adventures he had been put through for so long while battling Sauron. Arwen, the elven seductress and Aragorn's wife, had decided to accompany him alone in his temporary chambers. The only thing there was a soft hay-filled mattress, and a small room with a tub which Harry had finished using. The water was slowly draining as he walked bare naked to the bed, retrieving his clothing. He was not aware of the presence of another person in the room; the blue-eyed woman was sitting in a chair near the door, outside of Harry's field of view. Her words soon resonated throughout the room, Harry jumping out of his skin the moment she began.
"I say, heir to the throne, you are indeed easy on the eyes."
"Arwen, what are you doing in here!"
"Coming to visit the man who I owe so much to." She smiled, walking up to him, his hands quickly grabbing his trousers to place in front of his groin. She wore a white dress with cleavage which reached well past her navel, most of her tight body open to him, along with her perky breasts which seemed to defy gravity. She reached forward, pushing the trousers aside to see what he was hiding from her. "This does explain why you're cocky…no pun intended, of course."
"You should leave, Arwen. Who knows who might wind up seeing us."
"And? What's so wrong with seeing the heir to the throne having fun with the queen." She bit her lip, seeing the cock throbbing a bit as blood poured into it. "Don't I get your motor running?"
"You're my brother's wife."
"True, but no one has to find out." She winked, drifting her fingertips over his growing cock before walking to the adjacent room, seeing the draining tub. She quickly plugged the hole and began filling it up slowly, turning her head to look at him with her peripheral vision. "Don't move, let me get comfortable for the both of us."
Arwen began to strip off the tight white dress, the straps over her shoulders falling off as the fabric began to fall to her feet, everything moving in slow motion as Harry watched from afar. Her breasts were hidden by her body, but her perfect ass was visible as soon as the dress finished its fall, her legs pushing the cheeks up, accentuating every curve they had. Arwen grinned, knowing his eyes were glued to the ass as she strutted to the tub, filled with steaming water as she slowly slipped in. She sighed as the hot water embraced her, making her feel as though she was melting inside. She put her hand up in the air, twitching her fingers in a way to beckon him over, to which he obeyed immediately.
He slowly walked around the tub, the frothing and steaming water hiding everything below her collar from him, but her hair and face alone was enough to get him interested. His cock was fully erect, all ten monstrous inches ready to be used by Arwen. She reached forward, wrapping her hand around the cock and pulling it closer, licking the tip while looking up at him. He had never felt the grace of a woman's tongue on his cock before, which meant this was indeed a very educational experience.
"My, the heir to the throne, scared by some little dirty slut." She giggled, still looking at him as she pushed her face underneath his cock, feeling the massive slab of meat drape over her face. "Does it look better like this? It's so big, truly I might not be able to fit all of it inside me. Do you think it'll fit?"
"I, uhm, m-maybe." Harry was having a difficult time speaking as his brain was shutting down and his cock took over, words tumbling out of his mouth as he imagined what it would feel like to put his fat shaft inside her. Arwen laughed again, pushing the cock away from her face, letting it fall and slap her, feeling the weight of the thick, meaty cock. She opened her mouth, letting it fall between her lips before pushing forward, sucking it hard while licking the tip. She dragged Harry closer using her blowjob, his weak legs obeying her somatic commands.
She pulled him forward into the tub, releasing his cock from her mouth as the water splashed up, Harry yelping as he went into the hot water. Arwen laughed, hearing him struggle as he righted himself, his body once more soaked from the water, looking into Arwen's eyes upon recovering. She got to work once more, her hand going underneath him, grasping his cock and massaging his meaty balls, feeling how thick and virile they were, wanting to feel his cum shoot inside her. He was unsure what to do, with Arwen pulling him forward to kiss him, his cock lubricated by the water, feeling it touch near her pussy, which sent shockwaves through them both. Harry's hands almost primally went down, pressing between her soaked lips to enter her pussy, fingering her slowly as he finally touched a woman intimately. Arwen felt his powerful fingers enter her, her legs stiffening as she went rigid, slowly curling and massaging both her G-spot and her clit. She moaned and breathed faster and harder, trying to focus while her pupils dilated, both young adults unable to do anything other than stare at each other while their hands explored once another.
Harry finally pulled his hand out, grabbing her tits as he pushed his lips onto them, biting and sucking them as Arwen moaned, begging for one hand to go back underneath her to please her. He did as she urged, his hand re-entering her pussy as the other stayed to slap and play with her tit, his mouth working on the moist nipple. She grabbed his head, pushing him harder onto her chest, making him focus on the mammary, pleasuring her slowly as she could feel an orgasm rising out of her. She wanted to get to the edge, just so that they could both cum together; after all, she had never met a man who could make her cum conventionally, not even her husband. To her surprise, Harry was a step ahead of her, and pulled his fingers out, grabbing her waist under the water, and pulling her forward, his massive cock entering the gaping hole where his fingers had been a moment before. Her eyes went wide, feeling her pelvis begin to buckle from the penetration, gasping for air as he kept playing with her tit, sucking her nipple, and slowly entering inside her. It felt like she was impaled, feeling the cock reach all the way to her cervix, fully penetrating her and stretching her out like she was made of rubber. Her hands reached onto his back as he pulled out and pushed back in, leaving streaks of nail marks across his back, biting his shoulder to try and not scream. He thrusted in hard, making the tub shudder as she began to scream, moaning for more as he did it again, her entire body jolting in response.
"Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck me, fuck! Your monster cock belongs to me!" She could barely speak, but she wanted to try and say something to make him keep going. It seemed to do the trick, and Harry was once again ploughing her relentlessly, the tub almost skidding across the floor as he fucked her harder and faster, the water sloshing and flying off the sides of the tub and onto the ground. Arwen felt more and more of her body being shown off the more water flew from the container, eventually leaving them with a fraction of what had originally been inside, with Harry fucking the elven queen against the side of the tub. She wanted so badly to continue somewhere comfier, and pointed to the bed, barely able to do so while shaking from her violent orgasms which seemed to be precipitating.
Harry pulled himself from the tub, with Arwen still on his cock as her legs wrapped around his waist and hands around his neck. She kissed him, still locking eyes with him as he carried her over, gravity shoving his cock far too deep inside her, as if they might always be stuck together. She finally found herself on her back on the bed, Harry atop her once more, ready to fuck her senseless. She stopped him, leaning in to whisper in his ear.
"Let me have a go."
Harry pulled himself out of her, Arwen feeling as though something was missing from her body the moment the cock was retrieved from her pussy. She pulled him onto the bed, forcing him onto his back before climbing atop him, mounting him and riding him cowgirl, playing with her tits as she was filled by his monstrous shaft once more. She jumped up and down, his cock being sucked by her tight, impossibly amazing pussy, his eyes ready to go crossed as he felt the cum being pulled out of his balls. She grinned, playing with herself, her hands running across her tits, down her perfect stomach and tight sides, down to her thighs and ass, slapping herself to make him jealous of having her body all to herself. He reached forward, grabbing her tits once more, kneading them in his hands while she bounced up and down on his massive cock. Both he and the elf were both near to orgasm, and she was ready to explode at any moment, but wanted to do it alongside him. She went faster and harder, curling her hips to try and siphon out the cum from his balls, wanting to feel every ounce of creamy seed inside her womb.
It didn't take long after that, with Harry seizing up and moaning as she felt hot, sticky juices begin released inside her. That was the nail in the coffin for her orgasm, as she collapsed atop him, screaming and cumming, shaking while her nails dug into his chest. She felt every ounce of goo shoot inside her womb, filling her up slowly, her eyes going crossed as she gasped for breath, the orgasm too powerful for her mind to handle. Both lovers embraced as they let their orgasms subside, Arwen now filled with her lover's seed, making her smile as she rolled off of him, his cock still somewhat hard and covered in sperm. She reached down, taking a glob of cum off of the tip and placing it in her mouth, tasting the salty goodness which had been launched inside her. She turned to face Harry, who was already drifting asleep, his stamina and cum drained from his body after the amazing orgasm he had just experienced. Arwen giggled again, licking her lips as she shut her legs, keeping the cum from escaping her pussy.
"Thank you, Harry." He didn't respond, but she curled up to him regardless, her arms locked around his body as she drifted to sleep as well, excited that perhaps they might do it again tomorrow. Little did she know they wouldn't fuck again for another three years, something that would have driven her insane had she known then…
Harry came to after some time, his cock ready to burst remembering his first time with Arwen. He suddenly found himself lying on his bed, unsure as to how exactly he had gotten there. He had no idea how much time had passed either, but two things were certain: the bracelet was indeed working its magic on him, and he didn't remember his bathroom door being open when he had initially entered his chambers. He walked inside slowly, his cock making it hard to focus while he took extra long to process whatever he looked upon. Steam filled the room, slowly escaping out the open windows of the chamber, with the porcelain tub filled to the brim with water. Not only that, but it seemed someone was inside the tub, making things even more confusing for him.
Arwen was there again, almost exactly how she was that one night long ago, though she was much more shapely and mature now than she had been three years previously, childbirth making her curves more accentuated. Not only that, he could remember that her breasts didn't seem as large as they were under the water, though that could be a trick of the light. Her mammaries floated to the top of the water, forming cleavage from their firmness. Harry stumbled forward, trying to process everything as he finally spoke.
"Arwen? What are you doing here?"
"I came in and you seemed preoccupied, so I decided to freshen up a bit for you, my king."
She smiled and slowly stood from the tub, revealing her naked body to him; it was not the naked body he was expecting, however. Arwen had used some of her magic to play with herself a bit, inflating her tits to extreme proportions, and widening her hips just enough to keep him from looking anywhere else. Her double-D mammaries bounced as she moved, her nipples much larger, perkier, and her areolas larger as well, making him nearly froth at the mouth. She slid back into the tub, placing her legs atop the rim of the tub as she spread them, giving him an almost unobstructed view of her tight pussy from under the water.
"Arwen…"
"Shhh…pretend it's our first night together. Do you remember what we did? Because I remember everything." She reached forward as she pulled his trousers off mechanically, her fingers wrapping around his thick cock and pulling him towards her. She kissed the tip again, laying it across her face, still looking up at him. "I believe it got bigger, my king."
Harry didn't respond, just in awe at how perfect this recreation was as he reached into the tub, his shirt being soaked as he searched for her pussy, feeling her thigh and caressing the long, slender limbs while exploring her. It didn't take long to find his goal as he pushed his fingers in, her pussy much tighter than it had been a few days beforehand, curling to press against her G-spot as he had done, never forgetting how he had pleasured her long ago. Arwen moaned softly, kissing his cock again as she pulled back, sucking on the tip before plunging it into her throat. Harry began to violently finger her, feeling her entire womb convulsing in response, her hands gripping the side of the tub to keep herself from falling out or slipping under the water. The bracelet was working like a charm, removing his inhibitions as he fucked her mouth, feeling her throat expand to make way for the impressive shaft, her eyes fluttering in response. Harry had much better stamina than he had years before, but still, something so perfect and amazing as her mouth was hard to resist or brace against. He pulled her from the tub, sitting her on the edge as he played with her new, monstrous tits. They were so large he couldn't fit his entire hand around them anymore, his finger sinking in to her mammaries. He wanted so badly to fuck her senseless, but still, the nagging feeling of honor crowded his mind as the steam in the bathroom clouded his vision.
Arwen pulled herself from the tub, getting on the floor, kneeling down as his massive cock was once more at eye level. He bent over, playing with her tits continually as his cock was sucked, her tongue expertly stimulating the tip of his cock, making him want to cum then and there, her tits addicting to touch, wanting to feel them more and more, never wanting to let go of the huge breasts. She loved the feeling of his finger in her pussy, and soon moved her own hands down to play with herself while sucking his cock. She was worried about having to focus on two things at once, but soon after, Harry took the initiative and grabbed her hair, beginning to throat-fuck her, leaving her to only focus on breathing properly and stimulating her own pussy. She felt her fingers disappear inside herself, massaging her clit and curling her fingers within herself, her eyes tearing up from how intense Harry's thrusts into her mouth were. She loved it, feeling her breathing being cut off now and then, her neck expanding to accommodate the monstrous shaft, wanting to feel him launch his seed inside her once more.
Her tight lips and expertly curling tongue were a worthy adversary to his stamina, and soon he could go on no longer, pulling his cock out as he stroked it, moaning before a torrent of cum launched from the tip. Arwen opened her mouth wide, feeling the sperm fire and land across her face, in her hair, in her mouth, slathering her tongue in layers and layers of seed. She giggled as she fingered herself faster, his orgasm making hers start, Arwen shaking on the floor as she was covered in sperm. One long glob of cum went from her forehead to her nose, covering one of her eyes, another two globs hit her neck and tits, soaking her mammaries and sticking to both tits. She squeezed them together with her elbows, seeing the sticky seed form bridges between her cleavage as she played with them. The double-D tits was exactly what she needed to win over Harry, but it seemed that after his orgasm, reality set in once more. He backed away from her, cock still semi-hard as she giggled, seeing him run back into his room to try and cover himself and appear presentable. He didn't need to say anything to her regarding leaving the room at separate times, but still, it was cute seeing him this nervous and vulnerable. He was so close to breaking, only needed a tiny push to finish him off. He wanted her, and even without the bracelet, he wouldn't be able to resist her for too much longer. She had one final surprise for him, to finally pull him to the dark side and marry her, but she needed time to get ready. She wouldn't mind upgrading her tits just a bit more; after all, Harry would want them perfect for the rest of their lives. And besides, she needed a day to prepare everything, which gave him time to recover.
She was so close to victory she could taste it. And after pulling a glob of cum from her face and pushing it into her mouth, she very well knew exactly what victory would taste like…
Arwen's final night approaches, and as such, this might be her last time to try and persuade Harry. She had spent the better part of a day preparing for her encounter with him in the dead of night, approaching his bed chamber once more, very different from when he had last seen her. Her breasts were much larger, almost an F cup, though still firm and youthful. She had tried to tone her body to appease him, even growing out her hair to nearly ass length. It had taken some time to perfect her hypnotizing gaze, and so she will see if she had worked on it enough to finally pull in Harry and finally break his will, and give her a chance to stay queen.
The elf entered the chambers once more, the guards easily dispatched by her magic, sent into a deep magical slumber for the time being. Harry was sleeping in his bed, unaware of her presence, her toes gently pressing against the stones as she walked, tying to stay as quiet as possible. She felt her back ache a bit from the weight of her new breasts, but she held out regardless, confident in her mission, not allowing anything else to prevent her from getting close to her lover. She climbed onto the bed, straddling his naked body once more above the pelt he used as a blanket, grabbing his cheeks as she made sure their faces were aligned. Harry slowly opened his eyes, unadjusted to the darkness as he saw nothing but the glow of Arwen's irises. He didn't have much time to react before she began whispering enchantments, the king enthralled by her gaze as she continued, working her magic to find a way to remove all taboo and sinful thoughts about their relation to one another. It took but moments, but soon after she had finished, Harry blinked away his stupor, believing that Arwen had only just entered the room. He turned over to quickly light a candle near the bed, the room illuminated to reveal Arwen's new body to him. His jaw dropped, seeing her monstrous tits bouncing around, shaking them back and forth as she twisted her chest, feeling them slapping against one another.
"Arwen…I'm so glad you've come, I…I think I have been to hasty in my thoughts before tonight…"
"Is that so, my king?" She played coy, giggling and making sure to massage her breasts, putting her hands in between them, cupping them, making them fall down and bounce around before him.
"Yes. I need…you. I need you as my queen. Vow or not, I love you, Arwen. I need you, and I hope you need me."
"I thought you might never ask, my king." Arwen giggled again, slowly pulling the pelt off of him to reach his cock. She saw it was already rock hard, and realized she needed to waste no time on it. "So, Harry, anything you'd like to do?"
"Give me your body."
He reached out, grabbing her waist and pulling her towards him, pushing his face into her pussy to lick it again. Arwen was unprepared for him this time, feeling like he was finally fully enthralled into making love to her, his tongue entering her easily. She gasped, ready to scream already, his tongue moving at a million miles a minute, her hands shaking as she braced by grabbing his hair, her legs shaking as they clasped around his head. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back in her head, her tongue hanging out as she drooled from her brain being fried from the onslaught of sensations.
She leaned back, almost lying on top of his body while he ate her out, hearing her scream into the air, unable to contain herself, her back arching as an orgasm overtook her. She released her juices across his face, Harry not stopping as a second one overtook her moments later, more juices pouring out. She grabbed his body, clawing at him, trying to make him stop and fuck her so she could have even more primal and visceral orgasms with him. Harry released her, forcing her onto her side as he began spooning her, pulling one leg up to slide his cock into her soaked pussy, Arwen feeling him almost enter her womb from the initial penetration. She looked back, craning her neck and arm to cup his head, staring into his eyes while he fucked her rough, grabbing her neck with one of his free hands, choking her as she felt juices pour from her pussy.
"Yes, lover, fuck me! Fuck me and take your new queen! I want you to knock me up again, over and over!"
Harry grabbed her tits with his other hand, unable to even cup one properly due to how big they were, his mouth frothing with lust as he played and slapped them, pinching her nipples, trying to see if anything might leak out if he played with them enough. He wanted to suffocate in her cleavage, panting as he never wanted to let her go, wanting to be inside her forever.
He choked her harder as he got on top of her, grabbing her neck with both hands as he went harder and harder, Arwen having orgasm after orgasm from how rough he was, her pussy in a constant state of shuddering and cumming as he ploughed into her, cum spraying everywhere, her pussy trying to drain him of cum again, wanting to fill her womb with his seed once more. She wanted to bear him hundreds of children, so long as they could fuck over and over again. Harry had all his inhibitions stripped away by her enchanting eyes, allowing him to go wild on her, fucking her as though he might not see her for another three years. Of course he would see her for the rest of his life, but Arwen had made sure to instill that fear into his mind, just so that every time they fucked would be this insane, this intense, this unbearably amazing for both of them.
Arwen grabbed his arm, wrenching it off of her neck and putting it on her face, whispering to him. "Slap me, Harry. Slap your slut of a lover, punish me for waiting three years to come back to you."
He slapped her, making her moan and cum again, a second slap causing her to scream out in ecstasy, feeling her loins exploding again in joy, her fingers digging into his wrists as she couldn't stop shuddering. She felt an inhuman power overtake her, flipping them as Harry landed on his back on the bed, Arwen atop him as she pulled her fingers through her hair, moaning as she rode him. He slapped, kneaded and grabbed her tits, playing with the massive F-cup tits, feeling how heavy they were, both easily larger than her head, with a fat nipple on the front begging to be sucked and drained of whatever milk was inside.
Her hips went back and forth, slowly milking him of his cum, wanting this time to be inside her, not content with feeling cum over her back or tits. No, this time, she wanted to be filled like that night three years before, and she knew that like this, he wouldn't be able to escape her. She leaned down, letting him grab her tits, playing with them while her fingers dug into his chest, biting her lip, both of them moaning as they were intertwined in love and lust.
"Arwen…I love you." Harry finally said, Arwen feeling elated at hearing those words.
"I love you too, Harry. Now, get ready to have a few more heirs." She curled her hips, arching her back as she tightened her pussy to near inhuman levels, pulling on his shaft hard as she felt himself go over the edge, gasping as cum came rushing through his cock. Arwen forced herself on him, sealing his cock inside her womb as she felt his hot, sticky goo reach inside her, screaming as she came one final time, her pussy sucking the creamy seed inside her body. She shook on top of Harry, the king rigid as a board as he panted and moaned, feeling himself fill up his brother's queen, impregnating her with his virile goo.
Arwen went limp on top of him, his cock still sealed inside her pussy as the goo was pulled deep inside her womb, the hot seed making her feel a sort of comfort she couldn't possibly compare to anything else. She felt like she was in a dream, everything so perfect and amazing, unable to comprehend the pleasure she had just been put through. She looked at Harry, who was already near unconscious from the power of the orgasm she had forced upon him. She grinned and cuddled up to him, his flaccid cock still stuck inside her pussy, her vulva tight and preventing it from possibly escaping while they slept.
"My king, my lover…I assure you, you will not regret this decision you have made."