Author's Notes: Hello children Joanna here! Okay, so, Gimli's finally
gotten some, and Legolas and Haldir are happy. What's happened with Aragorn
and Theoden, though? I guess I'll have to tell you ;) As for my other
'poetic writers', where the hell are you guys?! You know I'll only add you
into the story ;) Anyway, on with the story!
Aragorn made his way to the entrance of Helm's Deep, wondering where King Theoden had gone. He felt guilty about leaving Gimli to his own devices, but the lure of the King's firm ass overcame any attraction he felt towards the dwarf.
"My King? Where have you gone to, you sexy beast of a man..." Aragorn called out, not caring if any of Theoden's servants heard him. They were all fudge- makers, anyway.
Aragorn was startled by the creaking of the entrance door, and turned to find Theoden standing there wearing nothing but a skimpy silk dressing gown. The king was twirling the robe tie in one hand, and was licking his lips.
"Aragorn... Welcome." He stepped into Helm's Deep, closer towards the ranger. "You were gone long after the battle had finished. Where were you?"
"I, umm, had to see to the injured. The women were overwhelmed." Aragorn shifted, thinking the king would be annoyed to hear of his near miss with Gimli.
"After that, I went scouring the countryside for any weapons left by the Orcs."
Theoden reached into his robe and pulled out an axe. "You're lying. Recognise this?" Aragorn looked closer, and could clearly see 'Gimli' scratched into the wooden handle.
"If I'm lying, what will you do about it?" Aragorn hoped the king was into discipline, and felt his love-pumper stiffen at the images conjured up.
"If you're lying, which I know you are, then I'll have to punish you. Over and over." Theoden turned the axe around, pointing the handle upwards. "Ready for your punishment?"
Aragorn closed his eyes at the words and patted his pounding staff. He moved forward, opening his eyes only to see where Theoden's backside lurked.
He reached out, closing his manly fist around a firm buttock and squeezing until the king moaned. He repeated the action on the other ass cheek, massaging the king's buttocks.
The king could take no more of the sweet torture, and pressed his mouth to Aragorn's. He turned the ranger around and pulled down his trousers, determined to punish Aragorn in as many ways as possible. He wasn't angry with Aragorn and Gimli – in fact, he wouldn't have minded watching.
Aragorn pressed his ass against the axe handle, hoping Theoden would catch on. Theoden noticed the ranger's frantic motions and put him out of his misery, inserting the axe up Aragorn's manly ass and pushing and pulling out many times over until Aragorn erupted.
"I could eat your ass." Theoden whispered, sending shivers down the other man's spine.
"I know what I'd like to eat, and it isn't your ass." Aragorn replied, pulling up his trousers and reaching for the buttons on Theoden's trousers.
The king sighed happily, waiting for Aragorn to take the king's shaft into his mouth.
Aragorn finally got Theoden's trousers down, but laughed at what he found. Theoden's staff had shrunken since he'd last seen it, and was only the length of his smallest finger.
Author's Notes: How will Aragorn and Theoden overcome Theoden's 'little' problem? Did they have dildos in those days? Find out in the next chapter! Beatrix – you wanna write the next bit?! ;)
Aragorn made his way to the entrance of Helm's Deep, wondering where King Theoden had gone. He felt guilty about leaving Gimli to his own devices, but the lure of the King's firm ass overcame any attraction he felt towards the dwarf.
"My King? Where have you gone to, you sexy beast of a man..." Aragorn called out, not caring if any of Theoden's servants heard him. They were all fudge- makers, anyway.
Aragorn was startled by the creaking of the entrance door, and turned to find Theoden standing there wearing nothing but a skimpy silk dressing gown. The king was twirling the robe tie in one hand, and was licking his lips.
"Aragorn... Welcome." He stepped into Helm's Deep, closer towards the ranger. "You were gone long after the battle had finished. Where were you?"
"I, umm, had to see to the injured. The women were overwhelmed." Aragorn shifted, thinking the king would be annoyed to hear of his near miss with Gimli.
"After that, I went scouring the countryside for any weapons left by the Orcs."
Theoden reached into his robe and pulled out an axe. "You're lying. Recognise this?" Aragorn looked closer, and could clearly see 'Gimli' scratched into the wooden handle.
"If I'm lying, what will you do about it?" Aragorn hoped the king was into discipline, and felt his love-pumper stiffen at the images conjured up.
"If you're lying, which I know you are, then I'll have to punish you. Over and over." Theoden turned the axe around, pointing the handle upwards. "Ready for your punishment?"
Aragorn closed his eyes at the words and patted his pounding staff. He moved forward, opening his eyes only to see where Theoden's backside lurked.
He reached out, closing his manly fist around a firm buttock and squeezing until the king moaned. He repeated the action on the other ass cheek, massaging the king's buttocks.
The king could take no more of the sweet torture, and pressed his mouth to Aragorn's. He turned the ranger around and pulled down his trousers, determined to punish Aragorn in as many ways as possible. He wasn't angry with Aragorn and Gimli – in fact, he wouldn't have minded watching.
Aragorn pressed his ass against the axe handle, hoping Theoden would catch on. Theoden noticed the ranger's frantic motions and put him out of his misery, inserting the axe up Aragorn's manly ass and pushing and pulling out many times over until Aragorn erupted.
"I could eat your ass." Theoden whispered, sending shivers down the other man's spine.
"I know what I'd like to eat, and it isn't your ass." Aragorn replied, pulling up his trousers and reaching for the buttons on Theoden's trousers.
The king sighed happily, waiting for Aragorn to take the king's shaft into his mouth.
Aragorn finally got Theoden's trousers down, but laughed at what he found. Theoden's staff had shrunken since he'd last seen it, and was only the length of his smallest finger.
Author's Notes: How will Aragorn and Theoden overcome Theoden's 'little' problem? Did they have dildos in those days? Find out in the next chapter! Beatrix – you wanna write the next bit?! ;)
