Story 3: After returning from the festivities in the city, Arwen is confronted by what seems to be an ancient terror banished twenty years before. Fortunately, not all is as it may seem.
Arwen laughed, the flagstones of Minas Tirith passing all awhirl about her feet. Cider slopped over the rim of the tankard in one hand as a grand Swan Knight of Dol Amroth took her, the velvet-robed merchant passing her on as he took a Rohirric lady as his dance partner.
Her dress, veil and khimar headscarf, all of purple silk, gave her the look of a Princess of the Haradrim Easterlings, hiding all but her purple eyes, yet truly concealing nothing of her slender figure, pert behind or deep chest.
Soon, she stepped out of the chaotic dancing and revelling, sipping her cider through a bronze straw shaped like a three-headed serpent. Torches blazed and food hissed over open fires as the Festival of the Last Harvest spilled through the city streets. The Elvish Queen had been about the city from sundown, hiding her identity in silk.
When at last she returned to the citadel and to the Royal Chambers in the White Tower, it took Arwen some time to notice anything was amiss. The chambers were quiet, no maidservant to be seen, nor the rattle of armour, ring of mail or thump of spearshaft on marble as should have been with guards patrolling below.
The rack of swords in the circular hall that acted as their private solar and dining room was missing several pieces which sent a chill through her bones. The sword of the Witch King, the Black Sword of Gondor, the Dread Fire of Old Numenor was gone.
As she drew closer, Arwen realised that the same went for the two Morgul blades that had been recovered. Gone.
"Sieze her." commanded a voice of terrifying familiarity.
Arwen spun around, just as the doors on either side of the sword rack burst open. Swathed in ragged black, with iron-greaved boots, masked and cowled, with morghul blades at their waists, taller than any man but those of the blood of Numenor, the Ringwraiths advanced on her, frozen in terror for the presence of the Witch King basking in her fear.
"Nineteen years, she-elf, since that Rohannion whore cast me down before this city's gates. Twenty years since you cast us into the Ford of the Bruinen." he hissed. "And now I am returned, there is a debt to be settled. Kneel."
Arwen sank to her knees obediantly, for what else could even an Elvish Queen of Gondor do against three of the Nazgûl?
Each of the Ringwraiths parted their ragged robes, revealing the flesh of man, hard with lust. She found her veil torn off and her head turned to the side by the slightest of the wraiths. Arwen's crimson lips parted around his cockhead, a line of sticky cum dripping onto her tongue as her head was pressed down his shaft. The weight on the back of her head finally abated only as the head of the Wraith's cock pressed against the entrance to her throat. The taste of a man's cock on her tongue, rich and musky, and the constant drool of pre-cum on her tastebuds replaced Arwen's fear with abject lust with increasing speed. A moan came up through her throat, the vibrations stimulating the cock filling her mouth.
"Fuuuuuck." the groan of the wraith caused Arwen's eyes to jerk up to the shadow-wreathed cowl that gazed down at her.
Slowly she let his cock slip from her mouth, tongue dancing over the throbbing purple head, tasting his precum straight from the tap.
"Eldarion... I didn't know forcing your mother to suck your cock was becoming of a Gondorian Prince." Arwen stated, then put lie to the rebuke by kissing the throbbing shaft in front of her.
"Not unless commanded to by her King!" snarled the Witch King, wrapping a hand in her braids and placing her lips at the head of her own son's manhood.
Once more, Arwen obediently parted her lips and slurped down the cock as it was fed onto her mouth. The feeling of a hot shaft pressing against the back of her mouth inspired her to do something truly filthy. She swallowed. Her son's cock pushed through her gullet, sliding down her throat. The Elvish Queen's rippling muscles clenched around the cock as it entered her throat. Eldarion gripped his beautiful mother's silky hair in both hands and jerked her down his shaft.
Eyes impossibly wide as she swallowed down her son's manhood, Arwen slid a hand under the slit down the side of her silk robe. Long, deft fingers found her aroused clit and soaking quim, curling into her pussy as her son held her down, her nose pressed into his groin and spit coated testicles against her chin. Experimentally, she flicked out her tongue to taste them, her mind jumping to the idea of having Eldarion fuck her fertile cunt and fill her with the contents of his balls.
Finally as his mother began to choke, Eldarion dragged her back up his cock, her tongue twisting as she sucked on his shaft in an effort to please her son as much as she could.
"I never knew she-elves gave such glorious head. She swallowed me right down her throat. Even when I was choking her she kept sucking and licking my balls. She didn't want me to pull out even though she couldn't breathe." Eldarion groaned as Arwen sucked up the strands of saliva hanging between her son's cock and her lips. If this meant running her tongue up and down that same cock, who was going to mention it?
"Oh yes. Elvish women are so very modest and restrained that once you've had them once, you can only satisfy them by feeding them a diet of cocks and seed every day." intoned a rich Gondorian voice from her other side, reaching out to take Arwen's hair.
Pulling off the torn remnants of the veil and headdress, he undid the topmost lace of her dress, then slid it down her shoulders, her perky breasts bursting free.
"Suck." he commanded.
Arwen gave Faramir the sluttiest smile she could, rubbing his cock with slender fingers, playing the head around her lips. His cock drooled precum all over her red lips, painting silvery streaks which she slowly, teasingly licked up.
Then her head dipped, her lips parting around his head, her tongue playing around the thick manhood, tracing every vein and muscle. He throbbed in her mouth, but before the Queen could swallow his cock down whole, she was dragged back up.
"Lean back slut." the Steward commanded, slapping his spit-slicked cock down between her tits.
He grasped her by both breasts and began smearing Arwen's spit on her cleavage as he fucked her tits. The Queen whined as the hot, hard shaft rubbed between her sensitive breasts, her fingers now diving deeper into her quim. The whine quickly turned to a throaty moan as he twisted her nipples. Faramir finally pulled away as Arwen began taking his cock in her mouth, tonguing his head with every thrust.
This time Arwen needed no encouragement. She slurped down the Witch King's cock with wild abandon, swallowing him into her throat and fucking her own face on him. Her breasts were being played with from both sides and she was riding her fingers with less and less control.
However, once more she had to relinquish her grip on the cock, desperately sucking on it despite having her head pulled back.
'SLAP!'
The Queen of Gondor froze. Having a heavy, thick, saliva-coated cock slapped down on her face was something the most powerful woman in Middle Earth had never experienced.
"I've always wanted to do this." Aragorn hissed from under the Witch King disguise, and pulled her head down.
At first Arwen flicked her tongue out, expecting him to want to suck on his balls, but after a brief taste, her royal husband began rocking his hips. The Elf Queen's cunt clenched down on her fingers, a muffled scream bursting from her mouth as he fucked her face. Aragorn's balls rubbed against her jaw with every thrust, his shaft riding up her cheek and nose, the hot, purple head of his cock leaving sticky streaks of precum on the her forehead. Fingers rubbed, pulled and clenched on her tits, adding stimulation to the debauchment of Arwen's face.
When she was eventually released, the three 'Wraiths' each stepping back, the Queen of Gondor was a mess. Her breasts were reddened, her face a mess of saliva and precum, lips bruised from having her throat fucked by her own son.
"Up." the Witch-King commanded, and so Arwen rose.
Eldarion took her in his arms, and slid a hand up the slit at the side of her dress, rolling it up over her girdle, and with an arm under hers and a hand in her pert butt, hoisted her up and smoothly impaled her soaked cunt on his shaft.
Arwen's head lolled back, mouth open in a silent scream as her pussy was speared in one thrust of her son's cock, his head pressed against the entrance to her fertile womb. Eldarion stumbled back until he was next to a sofa, and lay down carefully, not once pulling out of the wet heat of his mother's quim. As soon as they were steady, he began building up a rhythm of powerful thrusts, the bulging head of his cock rubbing a spot within her which sent bursts of pleasure shooting through her.
As mother and son fucked, fingers began to pry at her tight behind, first one, then two fingers pushing into Arwen's royal rectum, flexing and writhing. A hand reached aroind and she obediantly drooled on it. As the elf queen writhed on her son's cock from the double stimulation, she spit-slicked fingets take over, adding to the lubrication from her face-fucking orgasm. Then she felt a shaft smack down on her ass, draw back and press into her already-stretched quim.
Arwen choked on her own saliva as her delicate pussy was stretched wide for a second cock. The pain of her muscles being taken to their limits, the ecstacy of having two veiny, throbbing dicks pressed against every nerve-ending in her cunt took her straight over the edge into a screaming orgasm, clenching.
Her screams were cut off as Faramir took up position in front of her, pulling her head back and slowly burying his cock in her mouth. Father and son took Arwen deep into the grasp of her climax with a few thrusts into her double-fucked cunt before Aragorn withdrew, her sore pussy clenching down on Eldarion's cock in relief. Then the father was pressing his elf-quim coated cock against her tiny puckered star.
Pressing her down to the hilt on his son's cock, Aragorn pushed into Arwen's ass, buggering her inch by inch. With the incestuous queen already impaled on one cock, buttfucking her with a second took all the strength the warrior king had to spare, her asshole spread wide, anus clenched on his shaft.
Arwen's eyes bulged, barely responding to the thick cock she was being choked on as her husband fed inch after inch of rippling muscle up her bum until, with her belly bulging with cocks, his hips met her ass. Faramir took the opportunity to pull her down his cock, fucking his way through her gag reflex until she had his dick buried balls deep in her cocksucking mouth and throat.
The three men paused, the only sound in the room being Arwen's mewling and powerless choking on the shaft filling her throat. The moment was worthy of being immortalised in art. The elvish Queen of Gondor, stunning in her beauty and possessed of great wisdom, gangbanged by her own son, husband and the Steward, dressed as the sworn enemy of the elves. Her every hole spread open by the bulging shafts of their cocks, her fertile womb lying defenceless to her son's manhood.
Aragorn signalled that they should fuck her with a wicked smack on each side of his wife's ass. Faramir set about throatfucking the elf queen, bulging her neck with each deepthroated thrust while father and son double penetrated her. They varied their pace, sometimes Arwen would find herself with one cock thrusting deep into her, their blunt heads and thick shafts spreading her wide, the other pulling back, the ridge of their head and the veiny shafts rubbing deliciously on the walls of her pussy, the clenched ring of her anus and the muscles of her rectum.
Other times they would thrust into her together, and with these Arwen's cunt would spill a cascade of her juices over their cocks, the membrane between her holes stretched thin by her men's cocks. Their heads pressing deeper into her than she thought possible.
Chasing their own pleasure relentlessly, Aragorn and Eldarion fucked Arwen with wild thrusts, the sound of flesh slapping in perfect chorus with her muffled screams and gagging.
"Fuckfuckfuck." Eldarion was the first to feel the onrush of his climax. "I won't last much longer mom."
"Eldarion." Aragorn prompted, his dick buried in her stretched asshole.
His son cursed, but all three of them pulled out. Aragorn tore the hiked-up dressed from the well-fucked body of his queen, then, with muscles bulging, first picked her up from behind, setting his blunt cockhead at her gaping pucker, then as he once more impaled her anally, slid his hands from her ass to the back of her knees, twisting Arwen's legs up until she was folded in half, his hands clasped around her neck.
Aragorn settled onto the sofa, murmuring into his wife's ear.
"Sadly since I can't let Eldarion breed your greedy cunt..."
Then her son settled in front of them. Arwen's eyes tracked his cock, shiny with the fresh remnants of multiple elvish orgasms. He drew his head down her dripping slit, then pressed up against her already occupied asshole.
Her little boy, all grown up to an absolute stallion pushed forward, her helpless anus stretching over his head, then with a distinct pop that was nearly drowned out by an elvish scream, swallowed it into her rectum. He pushed deeper into her formerly tight bum, the two cocks filling her elvish asshole beyond what a mortal woman could take.
Aragorn grunted as he and his son's cocks destroyed his queen's ass with rough thrusts, Arwen's slender stomach bulging out again as they rearranged her rectum to serve them as a cocksleeve. His hands tightened around her neck, choking off her screams abruptly. Her ass burning from the double anal impalement, her lungs gasping for air that sword and bow-calloused hands cut off, Arwen never stopped cumming, a climax which returned to the peak every time the two cocks thrust into her abused butt. Aragorn loosened his grip on her throat briefly, allowing her to breath for a moment, but as Arwen began to feel their cocks throbbing in her abused asshole, her husbands hands tightened around her throat, and this time they wouldn't let go until they'd filled her with cum.
Both men groaned and redoubled the pace, hips slapping against her flesh, pale skin turning pink with every brutal thrust. Every bit of pain and pleasure was magnified, becoming agony and ecstacy as her husband's hands choked her. Stars and darkness began to encroach on her vision, blurring the sight of her son defiling her already-filled rectum, made all the more tight by being folded up by her king and master.
Then they both buried themselves in Arwen's ass to the hilt, her asshole stretched like never before, and they came. At once, both of her men released a gush of cum, steaming hot as it slopped into her rectum in long bursts. A harsh shriek made it past the choking hands as she orgasmed. The incestuous queeen could feel the shifting, throbbing shafts blasting her bowels with thick spurts of creamy jizz. Arwen's shriek cut off, every muscle locked as she plunged into the hardest climax she'd ever had as the bulging meat that had broken her asshole filled her guts with rich spunk by the pint. Never before had the virility of Númenor and of the Ñoldor been put to such worthy use as painting the ruined ass of Arwen white with potent cum.
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Arwen, exhausted as she was, did her duty as a good wife and mother, slurping on the cumsodden cocks of her son and husband. She did no more than lick the cum off her lips, deposited by Faramir after a rough skullfuck when she'd regained consciousness, before retreating to bed with her men after the Steward had left. Switching back and forth between their cocks, coated in their cum and the remnants of her double anal fuck, she felt cum dribbling out of her gaping anus and a cool breeze wafting right up her hole.
"Maybe later we should both take her cunt, have a competition as to which one of us knocks her up." Aragorn suggested. "Just the two of us cumming in that greedy cunt of hers."
Arwen looked up, startled like a deer before a huntsman's spear. Eldarion forced her down, eliciting a delious wet gag from his mother's throat.
"Deal."