Elven Love

Eowyn walked naked through the halls, her shame forever a thing of the past. The long hot bath had made her skin shiny and soft, smelling of a wonderfully fresh perfume. The elves she passed looked at her approvingly: some were dressed, but most wandered around the halls as naked as she was. She felt accepted into this wonderful community, walking around as one of them, very obviously arousing some of the male elves as she walked by. Eowyn smiled.
She entered the social room: it was empty, except for Arwen, who was sitting in a chair in the corner. She was dressed in a wonderful darkgreen robe, cut very deep so the curve of her round breasts was clearly visible. It seemed strange to be dressed provocatively when so many elves were walking around naked, but still Eowyn felt her heart race as she looked at the elf woman.
“Well,” Arwen smiled, letting her eyes wander over Eowyn’s nude body, “I see you’re feeling at home already. Very good.” Eowyn smiled back, and twirled around as if she were showcasing a new dress, so Arwen could get a good look at her.
It was pleasantly warm in the room, and Eowyn could detect the faint smell of Sarkonilde candles burning in a corner. The elvish envigorating substance had given her an incredible amount of pleasure last night: she had been making love to Eowyn and the elf girl Lathariel until daybreak, and even though she hadn’t had any sleep all night, she felt rested and refreshed. Eowyn walked over to the elf and sat on her lap.
Arwen smiled, twirling Eowyn’s hair. “Why didn’t you tell me you were taking a bath? I could have joined you.”
Eowyn laughed. “I just wanted to freshen up for you.” She stared into the elf’s beautiful eyes and bowed her head to kiss her soft lips. Arwen responded by cupping Eowyn’s left breast in her hand. As their lips touched and brushed in a dance of short kisses, Arwen squeezed and massaged the woman’s breast, gently rubbing a fingertip over her hardening nipple. Eowyn writhed with pleasure: it was obvious that the Sarkonilde she had eaten yesterday night was still in effect. Coupled with Arwen’s amazing dexterity, the slightest touch sent sparks through her entire body. Eowyn rubbed her thighs against the soft fabric of Arwen’s dress, moaning loudly as she felt herself get wet. Arwen slowly slid her hand down from Eowyn’s breast, over her stomach, until she had placed it gently between the woman’s legs. Eowyn pushed against it, slowly rubbing her wet centre along the length of the elf’s hand. She stuck her tongue deep into the elf’s open mouth and vigorously stroked Arwen’s tongue. Arwen stuck two fingers into Eowyn’s soaked pussy, while her thumb rubbed against the woman’s clit. Entranced, Eowyn pumped her lower body against Arwen’s hand noisily, her thighs rubbing against the fabric of the elf’s dress, her soft vagina dripping with juices. She threw her head back and let out loud moans of extacy every time Arwen’s fingers pushed deep into her. Arwen drew back slightly and added a third finger, pushing back in all the way. Eowyn screamed with delight and sped up her pumping motions. Her hard, swollen clit brushed against Arwen’s thumb at an increasing rate.
“So,” Arwen said suddenly, as Eowyn was approaching an orgasm, “did you meet any people on the way over here?”
Eowyn nodded frantically. Arwen smiled. “They’re all friends of mine, of course. Did they like you?” Eowyn nodded again, and tried to speak inbetween gasps. “They were... hard...”
“Really?” Arwen whispered, curling her fingers slightly. “Tell me about them.”
Eowyn moaned. She wanted to cum, but Arwen had stopped rubbing her clit and was driving her mad with desire. She tried to focus. “They were... beautiful... long...” Arwen brushed the woman’s clit with her thumb: Eowyn pumped harder against the elf’s hand.
“Describe them to me,” Arwen whispered. Eowyn was at a loss: her desire compelled her to answer, but she could hardly concentrate on anything.
“They were tall... muscular...”
“Not their bodies,” Arwen snapped. “Describe them... down there.”
Eowyn gasped. “Big... they were big... Long and thick... And they were so hard... Like spears...”
Arwen smiled. “Go on.”
“They glistened... Like they were made of marble... Oh, please, Arwen, make me cum!”
“In a minute, dear... They glistened, you say?”
Eowyn nodded. “Yes... And they had this bulging head on them, like... Like a doorknob.” She hardly knew what she was saying anymore. She wanted her release so badly.
“Did you want to stick them in your mouth?”
“Yes.” She gasped once more. “Yes, I wanted to... suck them.”
Arwen nodded. “You just had to ask, you know.” She started rubbing the woman’s clit frantically. Almost immediately, the orgasm came: Eowyn threw her head back and let out a sm, am, as shockwaves traveled through her body. She sat there, convulsing on Arwen’s lap, taking in sharp breaths of air, feeling the orgasm flowing out of her, slowly subsiding. She leaned forward to kiss her elf lover: their tongues met and danced around each other.
Arwen leaned back and smiled. “How was that?”
Eowyn looked down at the wet stain on Arwen’s dress. “Pretty good, I’d say.” They laughed. Arwen sighed, and played with Eowyn’s hair. “My beautiful woman. There’s so much pleasure you still have to experience.”
“I know,” Eowyn nodded. “And you have to show me all of it. But first...” She grabbed the fabric of Arwen’s dress and gently pulled it down over her shoulder, revealing her left nipple. She did the same on the other side. Cupping Arwen’s breasts in her hands, she gently started squeezing them, feeling her hard nipples pressing into the palms of her hands. Arwen closed her eyes and sighed, as Eowyn massaged her full, round breasts. She opened her mouth: they kissed. Eowyn rubbed her lips against Arwen’s as their tongues did their familiar wet dance around each other, exploring each other’s mouths passionately. Eowyn grabbed the fabric of Arwen’s dress and pulled: it tore easily, dow the the elf’s crotch. The sound of the fabric tearing, at the same time violent and beautiful, along with the soft, teasing fear that Arwen might be mad at her for tearing her dress, excited Eowyn even more. Arwen wasn’t mad: in fact, this act of determination obviously enticed her, and the elf woman eagerly presented herself to Eowyn. But Eowyn was determined to make her wait, to tease her like she had been teased.
“Oh yes,” Eowyn said. “I could do this all day.” She continued to massage Arwen’s breasts, giving her just enough pleasure to want more. Arwen’s eyes were closed and her mouth was half open, gasping with lust. She writhed expectantly.
“Eowyn...” Her voice was a begging whisper.
“Yes, Arwen?”
“F... Fuck me...”
“In a minute.” Eowyn smiled. “But first you’re going to tell me a story.”
Arwen moaned. Eowyn enjoyed the effect she had on the elf girl immensely. She knew Arwen must be dying for a release, and the feeling of power she experienced made her head spin.
“Why did you ask me about the male elves in the hallway?”
“I... oh, please, Eowyn... I wanted to... tease you.”
Eowyn nodded. “Exactly. And now I’m teasing you, aren’t I?” She squeezed the elf’s breast harder. “So tell me... Did you have any of your friends?”
Arwen moaned, obviously trying to focus. “Yes... All of them.”
“Everywhere?”
The elf girl nodded. “Oh, please, Eowyn, take me now!”
“Where? Where did you have them? Tell me!”
“In my... in my mouth...”
“Yes?...”
“Between my... breasts...”
“Where else?” This simple interrogation was making Eowyn hornier than ever, and she had to refrain herself from plunging her fingers into Arwen’s wet cunt.
“Inside me... In my pussy... In my...”
“Your what?”
“My... ass... Ohyn..yn....”
“Do you like it there?”
Arwen nodded, moaning. Eowyn continued to massage the elf’s full breasts, working her into a frenzy of lust. The aroused elf tried to touch herself, but Arwen pushed her hands away.
“Answer my questions, Arwen.” It was clear that Arwen was enjoying this domination as much as Eowyn was, maybe more. It was also clear that she was dying for a release.
“I… like it,” the elf woman groaned.
“What do you like? I want to hear it.” She was being mean, and she knew it. But she was enjoying it too much.
Arwen writhed. “I like it… when they fuck me… in the ass.”
Eowyn smiled. “Good girl”. She slid off the elf woman and kneeled down in front of her, stripping her of her torn dress in one fluid motion. Without hesitating, she pushed Arwen’s legs apart and buried her tongue in her soaked cunt, thrusting in and out at a steady pace. Arwen moaned gratefully at the woman’s actions, bucking her hips to meet the rhythm Eowyn was generating. She placed both hands on Eowyn’s head to guide her movements as her moans turned into screams of delight. The elf came, incredibly fast: Eowyn lips and chin got washed with her sweet, warm cum. Arwen continued to press her pussy into Eowyn’s face, her sweet smells overpowering the woman, her taste satisfying and enticing at the same time.
When the last drop of Arwen’s orgasm had coated Eowyn’s tongue, the woman drew her head back. Arwen sighed deeply.
“Thank you, Eowyn. I can see you’re a quick student.”
Eowyn smiled, shy “Le “Learning from the master, I guess.”
Arwen bent down to give Eowyn a short kiss on the lips. “Ready for a new lesson?” She stood up and walked to a cupboard. Eowyn’s eyes followed the elf’s beautiful naked body as she bent over, opened the cupboard and took something ouEowyEowyn knew what it was before Arwen had turned around.
It wasn’t as big as the dildo they had used the night before, but its girth was still impressive, and its finishing perhaps even more beautiful. There was a wonderful, deeply black shine to it: the tip looked wonderfully smooth, while the shaft w mir miracle of carving, a beautiful ribbed surface obviously designed to expend maximum pleasure. Attached to its base was a long, leather strap.
“So,” Eowyn said, teasingly, “Do you have things like that lying around in all closets and cupboards?”
“Of course,” Arwen replied, apparently very serious about the matter. “What else would we have in them?”
It all made perfect sense. She watched silently as Arwen tied the leather strap around her waist until the dildo stood proudly upright against her soft cunt. The look of the beautiful, tender elf woman as she was now, with her soft round breasts, her hard nipples, and that amazing dildo projecting stiffly from her crotch, made Eowyn even wetter than she already was. She crawled over to the elf and placed her hands on her beautiful thighs, her face just an inch away from the hard dildo. She looked up into Arwen’s eyes and saw her smile. She smiled back, as she stuck out her tongue and gently licked the tip of the black cock, still making eye contact with her lover. Arwen nodded as Eowyn opened her mouth and gently closed her lips around the tip of the dildo, sliding it slowly into her mouth. The material had a pleasant taste to it, and Eowyn understood it was coated with a thin layer of Sarkonilde. This unexpected surprise added even more to her excitement, and she started rubbing the smooth tip with her tongue, taking the dildo ever deeper into her mouth. This, strangely enough, seemed to give no small amount of pleasure to Arwen, who was moaning encouragingly at every brush of Eowyn’s tongue. Eowyn didn’t try to understand: the Sarkonilde was a powerful substance. She immensely enjoyed the pleasure she could give to Arwen in this unconventional way, granting a service she had never given to any man to this most beautiful of elves, who had given her so much in the last twelve hours. She sucked in the dildo deeper, sealing her mouth around it firmly. Sliding her lips up and down over the thick shaft, Eowyn started massaging Arwen’s firm buttocks, while the elf woman moaned appreciatively. Eowyn sped up the pace, entranced by the taste and feel of the dildo in her wet mouth. She did her best to make loud sucking noises, thinking it would arouse Arwen even more: it did. The elf moved her lower body back and forth in time with Eowyn’s movements, fucking her mouth with all the vigour and abandonment she’d expect from a man. Eowyn was truly enjoying this servile act, this low and vulgar means of giving pleasure. Coating the dildo with generous amounts of her saliva, she licked and sucked at it like crazy. Arwen placed her hands on Eowyn’s head to guide her motions, her moans still growing louder and more breathless. Eowyn knew that somehow, she was sucking Arwen to an orgasm, and that it was not far off.
“Yes...” she heard Arwen say, “Suck it... Get me off...” She sucked it. She felt the dildo spasm in her mouth as the elf woman came, letting out a loud scream of satisfaction, pushing deeper into Eowyn’s mouth as she rode out the waves. Eowyn loved it.
“Well,” said Arwen, as she drew back the dildo, which was positively dripping with Eowyn’s saliva, “What did you think of that?”
Eowyn smiled. “That was fun.” She slowly slid her hand over the wet dildo, rubbing the shaft tenderly.
“The Sarkonilde lets you experience things which seem impossible,” Arwen said, as Eowyn grabbed the dildo tighter. “Mmm... I can feel every touch... You’re very good at this, Eowyn.”
“Thank you, Arwen.” She was jerking off the dildo now, her hand wet with her own saliva, making soft squishing noises on the slick material. Arwen grabbed Eowyn’s hand and gently pushed it away.
“I think it’s time for something else now,” she whispered. “Turn around.” Eowyn obliged willingly: she turned around and placed herself on hands and knees, knowing full well what her wonderful lover had in mind.
She didn’t waste time: Eowyn felt the slick head of the dildo make contact with the folds of her pussy. As the elf pushed into her, Eowyn let out a cry of pleasure, aiding Arwen’s entry by pushing back against the dildo herself, until it filled her completely. Thee elf immediately started pumping the hard, thick dildo in and out of her, holding on to Eowyn’s waist. Now that it was inside her, Eowyn had ample opportunity to reflect on the fantastic design she had noticed earlier: every bulge and ripple of the thick shaft gave her almost unlimited pleasure as it thrust in and out of her, and the smooth, plum-sized head filled her perfectly. She rested her head on the floor, so she would have her hands free: her left hand rubbed over her swollen clit like crazy. She wanted to cum all over the dildo, to give Arwen the sweet pleasure of her pussy contracting around the shaft. Her fingers danced over the nub, bringing her closer with every thrust. She pushed herself back hard, and she came, gushing over Arwen’s artificial dick. She went limp: momentary exhaustion took over, and Eowyn and Arwen both sighed deeply. Eowyn smiled once more: so far, her meeting with the woman she had thought to be her rival had been very interesting indeed.