Legolas enters.
"Just a moment!
You cannot enter the kingdom of Rivendale as a grimy, good-for-nothing orc!
Come! Gather your nickers and follow me!"
Legolas leads Schkuk out of the bushy bushel of bushes (I mean a massive bush!) and lays her gently on the ground as he peels a a crusted piece of skin away from her darkened skin.
"And to think, you used to be as beautiful as I!
I cannot believe what they have done to you, my love. My poor, precious love."
Legolas kisses Schkuk on the forehead and lays next to her on the ground beneath the tree where they first made love.
"I'll never be accepted back into the Kingdom So long as I look like this! I'm a horrible monster! You couldn't even get it hard for me and everyone knows you're the most open lover in all of the land!
So much so that the elders have caught you with your dicky in a rottened out tree Stump on so many occassions that they've started calling you Dicky-Tree-Rot in passing," Schkuk whined.
"Oh, come on! I just have a lot on my mind at the moment. You are beautiful, inside and out!"
"Oh, really! And what exactly is it that weighs so heavily on the mind of my sex prince?" Schkuk teases.
"Well... you know.." Legolas stumbles over his words.
"I know what? That since I've been preoccupied with my work over at Mount Mordor you and one of your little sluts have grown quite fond of each other? Hartorna, is it?"
"Well... yes. Hartorna is..."
"Hartorna is what, Legolas?!"
"Well... she's with child... My child.."
Legolas stands.
"And she is just ravishing! I'm going to marry her! And after I marry her, I will be able to stick my face, fingers, and my dicky-tree-rot between those valumptuous and tasty thick thigh-cakes of hers anytime my dicky starts to get twitchy!"
Legolas, unaware of the envy in Schkuk's heart, continues to fantasize.
"Oh! How I love every millimeter of those perfectly puckered, sweet lips of her crevice. I wish she were here! I'd nuzzle my nose right into that fatefully delicious pink snatch of hers and snort her creamy fluids into my airways!"
Legolas realizes that Schkuk is looking jealously at his now fully erect and painfully throbbing cock.
"Don't be that way, Schkuk! I'll always have time for you, too, my love! Hurry! Slide those nickers down so I can get this thing inside of you! Quick!"
Legolas pounces onto Schkuk. He pulls her nickers down so quickly and aggressively that they rip at the side seams. He traces his fingers up and down her darkened slit. Gently, he slides a finger into her very moist sliver of flesh. Her folds wrap around his fingers as he slides them in and out, stopping to tickle her clit with each passing motion. He remains erect and throbbing. They both start breathing more and more heavily. She hates him, but she cannot resist his charm. Schkuk grabs his cock and thrusts herself towards him.
"You act as if you do not know me, my love," she whimpers.
"Harder... Faster... Ahhh... Yes, my sex prince!"
She moans loudly.
Legolas, fully torqued, moves his face down between Schkuk's legs. Right as Schkuk begins to cum, Legolas catches her squirt with a fast and powerful flick of his tongue.
"Get ready, my love." Legolas opens her folds with his fingers and plunges his massive, throbbing, hard cock into Schkuk. It doesn't take many strokes before they are both moaning with pleasure. Legolas, covered in Schkuk's cum, paces himself as he rocks back and forth inside her. Both flex their groin muscles to maximize the intensity of pleasure felt. Schkuk is clutching his cock inside her with all her might. She doesn't want his cock to escape her. But Legolas knows better.
He lets out one final groan as he pulls his cock out of her and finishes all over Schkuk's face and darkened breasts. Schkuk delights in pleasure, licking at his fluid as it hits her body and pushes his luscious cock into her mouth and deep down her throat. The two are now drenched in each others' mess. They lay looking at the moon in complete ectacy. Their fluids blend together and create a sweet concoction as they snuggle.
