Elven Love

The lustful cries of the three women in Arwen’s chambers echoed freely across the halls at Rivendell, causing even the most experienced of elto tto turn their heads and wonder at the marvelous lovemaking that must be going on between Arwen, Eowyn and the young elfgirl. Many of the elves decided to take a moment out of their day’s schedule and tend privately to the emotions the sounds stirred in them. Others turned to their companions to seek what the three women had already found so abundantly. Rivendell was alive with lust once again.
In the chamber, the ongoing orgy seemed to know no end: Arwen, furiously masturbating, was still pumping the long, thick dildo in and out of Eowyn’s drenched cunt, while Eowyn was licking away at Lathariel’s honey-soaked pussy. The three were lost in an endless onslaught of powerful orgasms, their sweat- and juice-covered bodies glistening in the candlelight.
“That’s it, Eowyn,” Arwen moaned, “Grind down hard on it. Let me fuck your cunt, girl!” The elf had become positively vulgar in her encouragements, exhibiting a vocabulary that wat bet best, highly unfitting for an elf. Yet it aroused Eowyn more than she could believe, and she wished it would never end. And yet, as the heavenly orgasmic juices of the girl she was so eagerly licking gushed down on her once again (she had lost count a long time ago), she felt the elfgirl withdraw her loins. Desperately, she tried to pin the girl down, but soon had bigger priorities when Arwen pulled the dildo out of her.
Eowyn whimpered as she felt them both pull away, and soon heard herself begging for more. Arwen’s face came into her view, smiling reassuringly.
“Don’t worry, Eowyn. It’s not over. In fact, the real pleasure is still to come.”
Eowyn gasped. Until now, she could never have imagined that so much pleasure even existed. And now, she learned it was only the beginning? For a moment, she thought her heart would stop altogether. There she was, her face, shoulders and breasts covered in a thick layer of elvish fluids, in the company of the two most beautiful, aroused women she had ever hoped to meet, having experienced countless orgasms at the hands and tongue of the most skilled lover she could have imagined, and yet she felt no exhaustion. What more pleasure could come after this she couldn’t begin to grasp.
Lathariel had slowly begun licking clean Eowyn’s cum-soaked body: the anticipation of Arwen’s promise made the woman’s skin tingle at the slightest touch, sending shockwaves directly to her eager core.
“I’m sure you have noticed,” Arwen said, while Eowyn shuddered at the oncoming waves of a new orgasm, “that this room has a peculiar effect on your... endurance.” Eowyn nodded, as Lathariel flicked her tongue at her nipple and the tension in her loins released once more. Arwen waited patiently for the orgasm to end. When Eowyn’s body had stopped convulsing, the elf smiled widely and continued. “Your body is being envigorated by the substance in those candles,” she said, pointing at the hundreds of candles in the room. “It is a special fragrance, known only to elves. We call it Sarkonilde, or ‘friend of the flesh’. Normally, we keep it hidden from humans, as they can’t begin to grasp its applications. But you’re different, Eowyn.” Arwen placed her hand softly between Eowyn’s legs. “Your reaction to the diluted Sarkonilde in the candles has been... perfect. You are ready to taste the real pleasure.” Eowyn didn’t quite understand what her companion was talking about, as she was focused entirely on rubbing herself against Arwen’s hand. Suddenly, she felt Lathariel press something moist against her lips.
“Eat it,” she whispered. “It’s more Sarkonilde than any human has ever seen, let alone tasted.” Eowyn opened her mouth and swallowed the tiny morsel of food Lathariel had presented her with. It tasted incredibly sweet, like the taste of honey intensified to an impossible degree. While she continued grinding herself on Arwen’s hand, she felt a warmth spreading from her mouth to her entire body. As it reached her centre, the feel of Arwen’s hand against her gushing vagina became almost unbearably intense, as if it had fused with her body and was now continuing its orgasmic duties at the most direct level. She responded by grinding her lower body against Arwen’s hand and arm with a force that almost pushed the elf girl of the bed. Arwen and Lathariel smiled once more.
“That’s good, baby,” Lathariel whispered, “Let yourself go.”
Eowyn grabbed hold of Arwen’s wrist to steady her hand as she pumped against it, completely vanquished by the lust she felt. When her muscles started to spasm, Eowyn feared she was going to black out completely. The orgasm was a tidal wave, an explosion echoing from the depths of her core to every fibre of her body, and it seemed to last for minutes. Her body jerked violently around on the soft bed, writhing in sublime pleasure while the gentle hands of her lovers softly stroked her back to reality. She heard herself scream: a long, animal roar of pleasure, interrupted by cries of “yes!” and “more!”, and the faint hushing of her companions. The intensity with which her body reacted to the Sarkonilde was almost frightening. Nearly spent, she grabbed Arwen’s hand, riding out the last waves of her orgasm until she fell flat on her back. Arwen looked her in the eye.
“I know how you feel,” the elf whispered, gently stroking Eowyn’s hair. “Don’t be afraid. You’ll soon get used to this new state.” Arwen slid her hand down from Eowyn’s head, over her shoulder, onto her breast. Eowyn felt the soft stroke run over her body like a spark of lightning. “Your mind and body simply need time to adapt. In time, you will learn to control the waves of pleasure.” Her finger gently brushed Eowyn’s nipple, causing her to gasp. “We will teach you.”
While Arwen was talking, Lathariel had gently pushed apart Eowyn’s legs. Her lips were hovering a mere inch away from the woman’s centre, slowly breathing. Eowyn could feel every breath on her waiting clit. “Teach me,” Eowyn whimpered. “Teach me, please...”
The tip of Lathariel’s tongue made contact with the folds of Eowyn’s vagina. Instinctively, Eowyn tried to pull back.
“Shhh...,” Arwen said. “I told you not to be afraid. Hold still. Feel her.”
She felt her. Despite the fact that she was dripping wet herself, she felt the dampness of the elf’s tongue as it made contact with her folds.
“Follow her motions with your mind,” Arwen whispered. “Don’t look at her, visualize her. Paint her in your mind. Do you see her?” Eowyn nodded. She felt the tongue making short strokes, only just brushing the surface of her folds, sometimes very slightly pushing them apart before brushing the surface again. Sometimes, the tip came dangerously close to her clit: she could feel the tense, erect nub exposed to the air, Lathariel’s tongue so infuriatingly near. She felt her own wetness dripping, in small, glistening drops down the folds of her pussy, caught by Lathariel’s tongue, spread over her vagina. At last, she felt the tip of the elf girl’s tongue push in between her folds, slowly invading her, screwing in deeper. Eowyn’s body tensed up as Lathariel’s tongue penetrated her, going all the way in until she felt the elf’s soft lips on her folds. As the tongue started wiggling inside of her, Eowyn was lost in a sea of uncharted sensations. Arwen was slowly squeezing Eowyn breasts, massaging them with her soft, wet hands: Eowyn felt her own nipples poking, impossibly hard as Arwen’s hands brushed over them again and again. She lifted her head, looking for Arwen’s lips: she found them, and the two women pressed their mouths together hard. Eowyn tasted the sweet, slick wetness of Arwen’s lips, slowly sucking on her lower lip, until Arwen opened her mouth wide enough for her to slip her tongue in there. She felt the two tongues meet, exchanging the sweet flow of saliva from their mouths, rubbing softly against each other. Pulling their heads back slightly so their lips stopped touching, the two women wrestled their tongues together, making glistening strings of saliva as they parted, before touching again, circling around each other, rubbing together. The Sarkonilde made every touch, every taste, seem orgasmic. Eowyn was enjoying it to a degree she’d never thought possible. In the meantime, Lathariel was still wriggling her tongue in and out of Eowyn’s soaked pussy, creating another incredible sensation.
Arwen had started rolling Eowyn’s hard, poking nipples between her fingers, at times gently pulling at them. Lathariel slipped her tongue out of Eowyn’s vagina and very, very slowly trailed her way along the folds to her clitoris. Eowyn squirmed, trying to shift her lower body to meet Lathariel’s tongue. When the elf’s tongue made contact with Eowyn’s clit, it was enough to create another shockwave through her entire body. Relentlessly, Lathariel started lapping away at Eowyn’s swollen, hot, and rock-hard clit. Eowyn felt the soft, wet flesh of the tongue brushing over her love bud, every stroke bringing her closer to something she couldn’t fathom just yet, the tension in her every muscle building up to a degree that was blowing her mind.
Meanwhile, the kiss between Eowyn and Arwen became more and more intense, their mouths opening and closing, making way for each other’s tongue, licking and sucking at each other’s lips without resting. Saliva dripped down their chins and formed little shiny strings between them, and still they kissed tirelessly, locked in a passionate embrace. When Lathariel had worked up the tension to the breaking point, she brushed at Eowyn’s clit with one more ferocious lick.
She came.
The orgasm raced through her entire being like a volcanic eruption: she could feel her lower body pump out the climactic juices. She pulled back from her kiss and screamed, her body jerking violently.
“Focus, Eowyn.” Arwen’s voice was a distant whisper, almost undetectable in the storm racing through her. “Focus. Feel the pleasure with every inch of your body.” She saw Arwen’s smiling face as the last wave of her orgasm spread from her swollen clit to the outer reaches of her body. She felt it slowly subside, lurking back inside her, like a force of nature lying dormant. Already she was eager for the next eruption.
Lathariel had softly started to kiss her right foot. “Do you feel that, Eowyn?” Arwen asked, her face almost touching hers. “I want you to focus on that. Draw your pleasure from it. There’s only her mouth, and your sweet little foot.” Lathariel slowly placed her mouth around Eowyn’s foot and gently started sucking. “Focus.” She felt the elf girl’s soft lips around her foot, and the slow suction created by them, and the wetness of her warm mouth. She felt her tongue, gently teasing the sole of her foot. She moaned, softly.
“Very good,” Arwen whispered. “Feel the pleasure.” Eowyn moaned again, louder this time. She could hear the small sucking noises Lathariel was making on her foot. The elf girl grabbed Eowyn’s ankle with both hands and drew back her head. Eowyn protested, but soon stopped as she heard Latharieawl awl onto the bed and felt her foot being pressed against the elf’s crotch. Lathariel rubbed her wet pussy up and down against the sole of Eowyn’s foot, leaving a thin streak of wetness on it. The feeling of Lathariel’s wet vagina against the tender skin of her foot caused Eowyn to arch her back in pleasure.
“That’se, Me, Miss.” Lathariel’s voice sounded as clear as if she were right next to her. “That feels good.” The elf girl was slowly directing Eowyn’s foot further between her legs. Eowyn stretched her big toe and buried it between the folds of Lathariel’s vagina, feeling the wetness that pooled there. Lathariel responded by gently pulling on Eowyn’s ankle while pushing down her lower body, guiding more of her foot into her. Eowyn felt the opening slowly give way, giving her access: she felt the elf girl clenching around her foot, coaxing it in to the heel. Seardeard the moans of pleasure as she slowly started moving her foot in and out of her. “Yes, Miss. Take me, Miss.” As before, the elf girl’s pleas enticed her, enhancing the pleasure she felt doing this to her.
“How does that feel?” Arwen’s voice, whispering.
Eowyn gasped. “Wonderful.” She felt Lathariel’s love juices trickle down her foot, running over her ankle.
Arwen nodded. “With practice, the Sarkonilde will allow you to experience pleasure through the pleasure of others. I find it to be the greatespe ope of pleasure there is.” The elf crawled onto the bed, kissing Eowyn’s forehead, lips, neck... moving lower down. She positioned herself on hands and knees over her in a 69 position, her sweet sex just above the woman’s lips. Eowyn stuck out her tongue and brushed it along the full length of Arwen’s vagina, tasting the sweet juices. Arwen responded by doing the same to her. Meanwhile, Lathariel’s moans were quickly becoming louder and faster, as she shoved Eowyn’s foot in and out of her, her lower body gyrating on it wildly. Eowyn could feel the elf girl was about to cum and started pressing her lower body against Arwen’s face, hoping to find release when Lathariel did. Arwen obliged, and started licking Eowyn’s clit fiercely.
“Almost, Miss...” the elf girl moaned. “Make me cum...” Eowyn thrust her foot up: she felt Lathariel’s body shiver and heard her orgasmic cries echo through the room. Immediately after that, Arwen’s tongue sent Eowyn shivering into an orgasm of her own. As if by magic, Arwen came at the exact same time. Eowyn’s orgasm shook her body violently, while the orgasmic juices of her elf companions gushed on her face and foot. Once again, their extatic cries were heard all over Rivendell, and Eowyn felt blisfully, comfortably at home.