Author's Notes-Joanna here! Okay... I've got that writing mood today, so I
whistled up another part. This deals with Gimli and Aragorn after their
failed romances earlier on in the story.
Gimli grunted as he made a large jump down onto the slope. Orcs lay all around him, oozing blood and making the night air smell rotten. What caught the dwarf's eye, though, was an out-of-shape trumpet sticking out of the wet ground. Gimli shuddered at what might have been, and told his love- truncheon to calm down.
Just as he was about to turn away, down towards the river, a rattling gasp echoed out into the night.
"Gimli... help me." Aragorn forced out from beneath the Orcs above him, the weight crushing his chest inwards. There was some small amount of pleasure, though, as the Orc directly above him had a tight ass and Aragorn had been feeling it for the last half an hour.
"Right away, just let me get my axe." The short dwarf grunted, his beard making it hard to hear much of anything he said.
After hauling bodies off of Aragorn, Gimli began to feel the strain in his shoulders. "Ow, ouch, those Orcs weigh a fair bit – you must have been in pain, Aragorn."
When Gimli received no answer, he turned only to find Aragorn behind him, his hands reaching for Gimli's aching shoulders.
"I think you could do with a swift rub, Dwarf. And I think I'm just the man to do it..." The first sensations of Aragorn's hands on his body sent Gimli's phallus shooting up. It was sensitive from the action at Helm's Deep, and not totally satisfied.
"If you keep that up, I'll have you on your front before you can stop me." Gimli whispered, trying to sound seductive but failing miserably.
Aragorn paid no attention to the drunken slurring from the dwarf – he was too frustrated from his failed 'suck and blow' session with the king. Gimli, though short, had a fairly good ass, and sturdy legs – he would do, Aragorn decided.
Gimli was pushed forcefully to the floor, yet he made no sound. He waited with anticipation to see what Aragorn would do next. He hoped his ass was in for some action.
Just as Aragorn lay on top of him, the man's need pushing painfully against his sensitive cheeks, the voice of the king called out.
"It is my king... I'm sorry, Gimli, you'll have to finish yourself off." And with that Aragorn ran from the valley, and to the fortress of Helm's Deep.
"Well, bugger." Gimli swore to himself.
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Gimli grunted as he made a large jump down onto the slope. Orcs lay all around him, oozing blood and making the night air smell rotten. What caught the dwarf's eye, though, was an out-of-shape trumpet sticking out of the wet ground. Gimli shuddered at what might have been, and told his love- truncheon to calm down.
Just as he was about to turn away, down towards the river, a rattling gasp echoed out into the night.
"Gimli... help me." Aragorn forced out from beneath the Orcs above him, the weight crushing his chest inwards. There was some small amount of pleasure, though, as the Orc directly above him had a tight ass and Aragorn had been feeling it for the last half an hour.
"Right away, just let me get my axe." The short dwarf grunted, his beard making it hard to hear much of anything he said.
After hauling bodies off of Aragorn, Gimli began to feel the strain in his shoulders. "Ow, ouch, those Orcs weigh a fair bit – you must have been in pain, Aragorn."
When Gimli received no answer, he turned only to find Aragorn behind him, his hands reaching for Gimli's aching shoulders.
"I think you could do with a swift rub, Dwarf. And I think I'm just the man to do it..." The first sensations of Aragorn's hands on his body sent Gimli's phallus shooting up. It was sensitive from the action at Helm's Deep, and not totally satisfied.
"If you keep that up, I'll have you on your front before you can stop me." Gimli whispered, trying to sound seductive but failing miserably.
Aragorn paid no attention to the drunken slurring from the dwarf – he was too frustrated from his failed 'suck and blow' session with the king. Gimli, though short, had a fairly good ass, and sturdy legs – he would do, Aragorn decided.
Gimli was pushed forcefully to the floor, yet he made no sound. He waited with anticipation to see what Aragorn would do next. He hoped his ass was in for some action.
Just as Aragorn lay on top of him, the man's need pushing painfully against his sensitive cheeks, the voice of the king called out.
"It is my king... I'm sorry, Gimli, you'll have to finish yourself off." And with that Aragorn ran from the valley, and to the fortress of Helm's Deep.
"Well, bugger." Gimli swore to himself.
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