To Wed an Elf

Falawyn’s body still vibrated with the pleasure of Legolas’ touch. They had made amazing love in the few ways they could moments earlier, and in the process, learned that they had been watched. Her dearest of friends had witnessed their coupling, a man she held in highest regards, and the only man besides Legolas that could heat her body.

“Aragorn,” she whispered, her eyes falling to where his leggings lay carelessly open for her perusal. Her eyes rounded and her throat went dry at the sight. She should be blushing, her cheeks flaming scarlet, but she wasn’t. It was then that she felt the light squeeze of Legolas’ hand around her own.

Long, fair locks fell onto her shoulders like the finest spun silk as the elf leaned his head forward, his mouth’s warm wetness running along the rim of her ear. “Oh, what we have done to him, my love.” He let his hands run along the length of her spine, never once taking his eyes from the raw eroticism shown in the expression of his best friend.

Glassy, half-mast eyes alternated between locking on large, feminine eyes and mystical, elfin eyes. Aragorn’s hand moved slowly giving his long, thick manhood smooth ending stroke causing a shudder of intense pleasure to flow through his entire being. His fingers delved deeply into his opened trousers as he gave his tender sacs inside a final squeeze.

Her eyes could not help but feast on the sight Aragorn treated her to, and purred in response, Legolas' warm lips at her ear only serving to heighten her aroused state. "My King, Aragorn, how may I aid you this night?"

Before the royal could answer, the strong, sensitive hands of the elf quickly moved to the slight, feminine waist, whirling her quickly and pressing her back to his chest … her rounded buttocks fitting perfectly the hard length of his randy, throbbing cock. One hand trailing to her high, full breast, the other moved to the still wet and thrumming apex of her thighs. “She is good, my lord,” Legolas said in a rich, sensual voice, his fingers molding and opening every portion of her intimacy to the king’s view. “You will pleasure him well, no, my love?” He smiled as he noticed the look of growing excitement in the eyes of the king.

Falawyn could longer help herself; she began to undulate against the Legalos' rock hard erection, dropping her head back against his shoulder before lifting it to meet Aragorn's eyes. "I will do all with in my power to please you, My Lord, My friend."

The royal moved forward, his gaze slowly spanning from her erotic eyes, to the amused, sensual eyes of his elfin friend, to the wetted mound the elegant male fingers plundered. Reaching out, Aragorn allowed the fingers of his right hand to slowly, seductively run along the stiffened, thick nipple that protruded even further under the tight grip Legolas had on the outer portion of the firm globe. His left hand moved in wrapped fascination to follow the indented belly that writhed before him. His eyes lifted to those of Legolas. As if reading his friend’s mind, the fair-haired elf lifted the hand that had been caressing her womanhood, producing evidence of the woman’s obvious arousal.

“She is wet and heated, my friend.” He leaned forward and gently bit the tender earlobe of his lover. “In constant ready, are you not, my love?”

"Yes, Legolas, every ready," she gasped, panting with her double-edged arousal. Dropping her eyes to Aragorn, she urged him on, offering what her lover had already assured him of … her readiness.

“As is my own love, Arwen,” the king said huskily as his finger continued to move across the sensitive nipple before tweaking it firmly between his thumb and forefinger. “Her breasts are usually not as full as yours … but her nipples stay firm and hard always. Yours,” he asked boldly, his eyes remaining pinned to hers while Legolas separated the firm semi-spheres of her perfect posterior and ran his hardened shaft along the crevice created there.

She dropped her head to the side, giving Legolas full access to her neck, wanting his attention there as he rocked against the cradle of her ass. But her words were for Aragorn, directing him, her King. "Ask my love … ask him of my breasts and how they draw his attention."

Aragorn smiled then, a smile that held a wicked promise of ultimate enticement. Eyes moving to Legolas, a dark brow rose in silent question while simultaneously moving close enough to allow his tunic to brush across the softness of her abdomen, pinning her between himself and the hardness of her lover behind.

Legolas nodded, putting his hand over that of his friend and squeezing the noble fingers tightly over the full orbs of his woman’s heaving breasts. “They are always ready to be pinched and suckled, my lord,” the elf said heatedly, his free hand moving around the king to gently slide up and down the male spine sensually. “They can be seen prominently through her clothing at all times … much like her majesty’s, Queen Arwen.” He let his teeth scrape forcefully along the elegant lines of Falawyn’s neck. “Her majesty has beautiful breast, my love.”

"Yes, she does, my beloved prince. Would it not enflame the both of you to see my lips cover and suckle at her breasts while you watch?" She questioned, setting her hips plunging back against Legolas as his shaft brushed across the sensitive puckered opening behind her.

With her words, in an instant, the king’s manhood rose to full mast. His hand running along the flatness of her belly, he let his expert fingers delve between the intimate petals of her feminine lower lips and search instinctively for the pleasure’s nub to be found there. “What would enflame you beyond reason,” he asked her throatily, his whisker-roughened cheek pressing against the softness of hers as his lips lingered a fraction of an inch from his friend’s.

She moaned loudly as his fingers brushed her ultimate pleasure point. "Mmmm...Gods, my lord, take first my lips and then Legolas' … that would heat my blood beyond boiling."

“This you wish,” Aragorn said seductively, his tongue brushing across her parted lips teasingly, “as a wedding present?” He pulled her throbbing nub between his fingers and pinched gently as he reached behind her and ran a finger along the hardened cock that crushed between her well-formed buttocks.

"It is my wish and more, Aragorn," she whimpered, opening her lips to him in invitation. Her bottom was heated and eager, and the dual touch had her aching for penetration.

“My wife will be sorry to have missed this,” he mumbled as his mouth covered hers, his tongue thrusting within the heated confines of her oral cavity, trailing, tasting and exploring its depths before slowly pulling away. His eyes smiled at her as his face turned to the exotic features of the elf beside her. Continuing his manual ministrations to her intimate nether regions, Aragorn moved his lips across the full lips of Legolas before pulling at his tongue, deeply suckling its sweetness as his body crushed Falawyn between them.

She stilled in her movement her body cooling slightly. "Will Lady Arwen not be angry, will she not be hurt, that you...that we..." She questioned, transfixed with the sight of Aragorn and Legolas' tongue twisting and turning, dueling for dominance.

Letting his face pull away, a deep and blissful sigh came from Aragorn as the slight sound of suction was heard marking the end of the kiss. His eyes moved softly to smile at the beauty. “Are you hurt with your lover? Do you fear his anger or feel betrayal from him?”

She lowered her eyes, her lashes brushing against her cheek as a slow sensual smile spread across her lips. "I am not, Aragorn, he has assured me that nothing can diminish out love for one another and with that knowledge I eagerly give myself over to your attention."

“And your future husband,” Aragorn asked, his free hand moving to travel the softness of the distinctly male, elfin cheek while never once breaking the visual contact with Falawyn. “Would you give him over to your queen’s attention?” He thrust his hips forward allowing her belly the feel of his pulsating hardness on her belly while her affianced worked his fingers deeply into her forbidden rear portal.

Slowly nodding her head at his questions, she wondered where her voice had fled. Below, her skin was on fire, flaming where Aragorn probed her sensitive stomach, her rear pressing back into Legolas' practiced touch.

Moving his hips in slow, rhythmic circles, the noble king’s smile widened. Raising his fingers to his mouth, moistened them with his warm, wet tongue and again compressed them against the thick, rigid nipple, pinching with a bit more vigor than before. “Legolas … your woman has lost her ability to speak.”

A soft chuckle escaped the elfin prince as he continued exploring the inner walls of her nether portal with skilled fingers. “He wishes to hear the words from you, dearest.” He ran an erotic tongue along the curve of her throat. “Will you not comply?”

"I will, my love," her voice was nothing more than a wisp of warm breeze. "I would give my love over to my queen’s attention and beg to watch their pleasure, my lord."

As if rewarding her for good behavior, Legolas raised the tip of his rigid shaft to her well-caressed rear entrance, the reddened, flared tip squeezing inside. “Well done,” he whispered huskily.

Aragorn was oblivious to the soft words, concentrating alone on the feminine voice while lowering his lips to the sensitive nipple he so sensually manipulated. “She is great with child now,” he mumbled while lavishing attention to her generous breasts. “Does that repel you?”

She whimpered her response as she was penetrated from behind, her virgin passage pulsing with pained pleasure. "No, Aragorn, it does not repel me. Does seeing her bare form swollen with your child heat your blood?"

The king’s mouth clamped onto her nipple, his cheeks pulling deeply as he suckled well and good. “It heats my blood beyond comprehension,” he said in muffled tones. “Many things … many sights make me burn.” He lifted his head and blew gently on the still wet nipple. “The sight of your lover manipulating you to arousal … the sight of his body hard and ready for you … these are but a few sights that create a boil within me.”


Falawyn's body grew close to climax, trembling wildly at the touch of the two men, one a treasured friend and the other her lover. Only in her dreams would she have dared to imagine something so wondrous. But still, with Aragorn there pleasuring her, questions formed in her mind. They were questions she desperately wanted to ask him but couldn't as finally the dam of her passion collapsed and her body convulsed in orgasmic bliss.

Feeling the last of her obviously intense convulsions, the noble lifted his head and smiled seductively at the elfin prince before kissing him tenderly until the waves of euphoria seemed to lessen for the beauty between them. “My most cherished friends,” he whispered.

Falawyn could not keep herself from lifting her hand and caressing his rough cheek. "Forever, Aragorn." While behind her, Legolas continued to move, his thrusts growing more frantic and quickened.

A soft cough filled the air around Daewier as she worked to gain her mistress’s attention. "My Lady, your father requires you presence."

With a simultaneous groan of frustration, Aragorn and Legolas both stilled, their eyes meeting each other’s before the king quickly pulled away, thrusting his still-hard shaft inside the confines of his soft leather leggings. The other man cursed beneath his breath as he removed his stiffened rod from its tight, forbidden sheath. “Gods’ teeth,” he growled as he made himself presentable to her maid.

"Can you not explain to him that I am deep in conversation with my intended?" she questioned pitifully, hating the loose the attention of her men. "Will he not permit me a moment more?"

Daewier shook her head, a negative twist of motion. "I am afraid not, my lady. He insists upon lifting a cup to your union with Prince Legolas. He also asks for you, Lord Aragorn."

“I’d rather lift the hem of my beloved’s gown,” the impish elf whispered hotly into the ear of his intended.

Aragorn turned to Daewier and smiled, the cool exterior hiding the tumultuous spin of emotions that ran through him. Taking a few steps a few steps from the couple, his leggings unable to hide the evidence of his sexual need, Aragorn raised his hand. “Legolas, my dear and faithful friend … let us away to your soon-to-be father, and bring this angel between us.”

The young elf growled his disapproval, but ultimately acquiesced. “Dearest,” he said softly, his body still painfully hard for her.

She took his hand with a fustrated whimper and glided between the two males, her body feeling the head from both. Gods, but would she make it through this night without bursting into flames?