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Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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7
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I am so incredibly sorry for the delays! My parents are getting remarried this weekend, so for the last month, my life has been
wedding-prep CENTRAL! I promise a new chapter by the June 17th. More yummy smut is on the way :)
Rose dreamed she was in a lightly scented field of newly mowed grass and lying
in the dense shade of a “Juglans Nigra”; a Majestic Black Walnut tree. It was her
favorite spot in the arboretum and where she first met Rumil. This tree was in the middle
of a large open area surrounded by “Prunus Amygdalus” and “Corylus Americana”, and
grew nearly twice as tall as the surrounding trees. She and her fellow Pagans referred to
this section of the arboretum as the nut-bin because the ground was generously littered
with hazelnuts, almonds and walnuts in the autumn.
Rose was faintly aware of her satin robe loosely tied around her and molding to
her stiff nipples in the humid breeze. Her head lay in Rumil’s naked lap and he was
leisurely running a brush through the length of her hair. Rose reached back to capture
one of his hands and brought it to her mouth, kissing all the tips of his beautiful fingers.
Then before kissing his palm, she whispered “I so very much love you.” His answering
grin was radiant with devotion.
He ran his hands over her jaw and down her throat, making her shiver. Ghosting
his fingers across her breasts and belly, he then untied the loose knot holding the robe
together to expose a strip of flesh from her right breast to her thigh.
“Gorgeous…” he breathed, molding his hand to her soft roundness. His other
hand trailed up her thigh and found her damp. He couldn’t stop himself from stroking
her slick lips. Rose stretched her arms above her head and watched a small flock of
sparrows erupt from the branches into the sky. She sighed with gentle pleasure, reveling
in the soft, cool grass against her legs and the warm, firm hands stroking her flesh.
Gazing up into his beloved face, Rose felt sleep tug at her brain. ‘Can you fall
asleep in a dream?’ she thought.
Rose slowly awoke in her bed, soft lips teasing her mouth and a solid weight
pressed to her side. Her lids opened to meet Rumil’s azure eyes. He kissed her fully then,
claiming her lips and cradling her head in his hands. She tried to turn into Rumil’s body
and only then took notice of the hands resting on her hips.
Still being pressed to Rumil’s mouth, she felt her inner thighs brush against silken
hair and the tops of pointed ears. She smiled into Rumil’s kiss, sliding her legs over
Legolas’ shoulders, tracing his spine with her feet and resting them on his beautiful ass.
He looked up from between her thighs and said “Morning, beautiful.”
Ru released Rose’s lips and watched Legolas dip his head to her already wet
core. Rumil saw bliss break over Rose’s face. He lay resting his head on his
hand and watched them for a few moments.
**********************************************************************
Rumil first met Rose nearly two years ago in the state arboretum during the early
spring. The yellow-green leaves didn’t offer much shade, but the day was somewhat
overcast. The local eco-friendly groups and aged hippies had come together to plant a
few new saplings donated by the Arbor Day Foundation and also to help along the
existing trees after the last frost. Rumil went with the Lady’s grandsons, who he’d
known nearly his entire life and who could always be counted upon for a good time.
Rose was in charge of organizing the positioning of the saplings to limit wind
damage during their slow growth. They must be near older trees which will divert the
wind and keep the soil intact during rain storms, but not near trees that will dominate the
soil content and nutrients. At this, Rose was quite experienced, being an avid gardener
all her life. Rumil and the twins reported to her, receiving their instructions and then got
to the task.
Elladan kept mentioning how the beautiful brunette with the clipboard had been
eying Ru. Rumil denied this, but then Elrohir had joined in, insisting that he go talk to her
during the break. Rumil glanced her way more than a few times before midmorning, and
twice he had caught her looking back at him. She would smile and turn her attention back
to the plans.
‘She is lovely.’ Rumil thought. Her eyes sparkled when she laughed, he noted.
And she seemed to be doing quite a lot of that with her friends and fellow volunteers.
She seemed radiant in the patches of sunlight that occasionally broke through the
clouds. When she took off her hat and shook out her ponytail, he saw a thin, brilliant
crimson streak the color of blood running the left-hand side length of her hair. It caught
the sun like a ruby river cutting through her deep brown tresses.
Lunch was called and she sat under the large, mature Walnut with a few others
whom she obviously knew. Rumil, with a bit more prodding from the twins, strolled to
her group and caught her eyes. He smiled.
************************************************************************
Rumil was called back from memory by Rose’s arms snaking around his neck. At
this, he rolled onto his back, pulling her atop his firmly muscled form. He was ready and
wanting to bury himself within her boiling cave. And with breathtaking strength, he
lifted and positioned Rose, then lowered her body to embrace his cock.
Legolas, was suddenly at her back, teasing Rumil’s testicles as well as spreading
warm lubricant around and within Rose’s anus. Rose, whimpering, wiggled on the cock
and finger that filled her, feeling beyond decadent and beyond blessed.
Still connected, Rumil sat up, and leaning Rose against the prince for a moment,
shifted his legs to kneel, knees spread. Giving Rose back to Rumil, Legolas then knelt
between the warden’s knees, pressing himself against Rose’s back. She clasped her
hands behind Rumil’s neck and panted a plea for Leaf to fill her already. Two pairs of
hands and arms weaved around her torso, leaving no space between the three panting
bodies.
Then, he was there, pressing her tight ring of sensitive flesh. Rose sighed her
relief and anticipation, pushing back onto him, impatient for her fulfillment.
Slowly, so he could savor each instant, Leaf pushed past the muscled entry to
Rose’s body and filled her millimeter by millimeter, feeling Rumil’s hardness just
through her thin slip of flesh. After a seemingly endless eternity, Rose had each elf
sheathed to the hilt within her quivering body.
The three lovers paused to breathe and reclaim control over their passions before
the plunge.
Her carefully gained control was thrown by a heated mouth closing around the
bend between her neck and shoulder. Rumil’s eyes held hers captive as he
whispered dirty little nothings against her parted lips. Suddenly Legolas bit down
on her neck, dragging a ragged gasp from her throat. Rose could no longer hold
back and rotated her hips, grinding further into her lover’s laps. Rose writhed and
panted thickly, feeling the elves gently rock into her slick passages. They both
made shallow rocking thrusts, velvet skin caressing velvet skin. Rose was nearly
faint from the sensation. She felt like she couldn’t get enough oxygen to stop the
delicious dizziness. Not that she would have, had she the choice.
She leaned back on Leaf’s heaving chest and immediately felt the dual
pleasure/pain of lips and teeth teasing one of her distended nipples. Rumil was
holding one red bud between his teeth and gently sucking, pulling a soft, white
breast into a pleasured peak, making it’s owner moan.
Legolas lifted Rose’s other breast in his hand.
“Suckle yourself in my stead” he breathed into her hair nudging the heavy tresses
aside. She bent her neck to take the offered nipple into her mouth and nibbled,
giving Legolas unrestricted access to her extremely sensitive nape. He nipped the
back of her neck just where her hair began and she let out a sharp moan.
Then she began to ride. She let her breast fall from her lips and slowly raised
herself up between the two walls of male hardness. She looked down into Rumil’s eyes,
saw them all cloudy with passion, knowing that Leaf’s looked the same.
She felt their thick lengths held inside her body just by their swelled glans . And
she squeezed. One golden head pressed between her shoulder blades and
groaned, the other was panting and buried between her breasts.
Rose felt such power in that moment.
She rolled her head back and lowered herself down, filling herself with their
bodies. Filling herself with their need, with their love. She wanted all of it.
The three found their rhythm, moving in their ancient dance. Three moans
mingling and twisting together as the three forms that produced them.
For a moment, sliding herself between the heated, slippery skin of the two males
surrounding her, Rose thought that she should reintroduce her strap-on to their
lovemaking. Rich, seductive laughter tumbled from her lips as she remembered
how intensely powerful she felt with her long, rubbery, black phallus dominating
Rumil’s tight passage.
That thought brought her so close to her pleasure. She began riding her elves
furiously, moaning with abandon. The friction was becoming so extreme, that it
bordered on pain, but Rose was never one to shy from pain.
Her over stimulated body was about to crash over the cliff and Rumil could feel
her tightening around his aching cock. He began to thrust faster into her welcoming
furnace. Legolas could feel his quickened pace against the responsive underside of his
cock through Rose’s anal wall. Each of Rumil’s thrusts put delicious pressure right under
his swelled head.
Legolas continued to rock into Rose’s ass and let her spasms and the warden’s
rapid thrusts take him over the edge.
Then Rose’s orgasm ripped through her frame. Rumil plunged deep and stilled
there, safe inside, holding her as she shuddered. Legolas could no longer hold back and
worked himself in and out of Rose’s back passage, relishing the climaxes of his lady and
the other elf who was sharing her sweet body.
Then he followed them over into the abyss.
Feeling incredibly sated and equally sticky, Rose slowly caught her breath.
Leaf tumbled the three of them to the right to rest on their sides. He burrowed his nose
into Rose’s hair and indulged himself in her scent as he recovered a normal pulse rate.
Rumil reached around Rose to stroke Leaf’s hair with his left arm, while drawing her to
his lips for a satisfied kiss.
“What do you think of her idea, Legolas?” the lazily grinning warden asked.
“Oh, I’m all for it! I’ve been waiting for the strap-on’s reappearance for some
time. I call middle!” the prince replied.
“Hey, no reading my mind when I’m coming. It’s not fair!” She protested. “That’s it, no
strap-on for anybody.”
Not taking her seriously for one instant, the ellyn proceeded to kiss and plead with
her, making her giggle uncontrollably and squirm, triggering a climax aftershock.
Still recovering between them, Rose blushed and sighed with mock displeasure.
“Fine. But only if someone gets up and makes coffee.”
wedding-prep CENTRAL! I promise a new chapter by the June 17th. More yummy smut is on the way :)
Rose dreamed she was in a lightly scented field of newly mowed grass and lying
in the dense shade of a “Juglans Nigra”; a Majestic Black Walnut tree. It was her
favorite spot in the arboretum and where she first met Rumil. This tree was in the middle
of a large open area surrounded by “Prunus Amygdalus” and “Corylus Americana”, and
grew nearly twice as tall as the surrounding trees. She and her fellow Pagans referred to
this section of the arboretum as the nut-bin because the ground was generously littered
with hazelnuts, almonds and walnuts in the autumn.
Rose was faintly aware of her satin robe loosely tied around her and molding to
her stiff nipples in the humid breeze. Her head lay in Rumil’s naked lap and he was
leisurely running a brush through the length of her hair. Rose reached back to capture
one of his hands and brought it to her mouth, kissing all the tips of his beautiful fingers.
Then before kissing his palm, she whispered “I so very much love you.” His answering
grin was radiant with devotion.
He ran his hands over her jaw and down her throat, making her shiver. Ghosting
his fingers across her breasts and belly, he then untied the loose knot holding the robe
together to expose a strip of flesh from her right breast to her thigh.
“Gorgeous…” he breathed, molding his hand to her soft roundness. His other
hand trailed up her thigh and found her damp. He couldn’t stop himself from stroking
her slick lips. Rose stretched her arms above her head and watched a small flock of
sparrows erupt from the branches into the sky. She sighed with gentle pleasure, reveling
in the soft, cool grass against her legs and the warm, firm hands stroking her flesh.
Gazing up into his beloved face, Rose felt sleep tug at her brain. ‘Can you fall
asleep in a dream?’ she thought.
Rose slowly awoke in her bed, soft lips teasing her mouth and a solid weight
pressed to her side. Her lids opened to meet Rumil’s azure eyes. He kissed her fully then,
claiming her lips and cradling her head in his hands. She tried to turn into Rumil’s body
and only then took notice of the hands resting on her hips.
Still being pressed to Rumil’s mouth, she felt her inner thighs brush against silken
hair and the tops of pointed ears. She smiled into Rumil’s kiss, sliding her legs over
Legolas’ shoulders, tracing his spine with her feet and resting them on his beautiful ass.
He looked up from between her thighs and said “Morning, beautiful.”
Ru released Rose’s lips and watched Legolas dip his head to her already wet
core. Rumil saw bliss break over Rose’s face. He lay resting his head on his
hand and watched them for a few moments.
**********************************************************************
Rumil first met Rose nearly two years ago in the state arboretum during the early
spring. The yellow-green leaves didn’t offer much shade, but the day was somewhat
overcast. The local eco-friendly groups and aged hippies had come together to plant a
few new saplings donated by the Arbor Day Foundation and also to help along the
existing trees after the last frost. Rumil went with the Lady’s grandsons, who he’d
known nearly his entire life and who could always be counted upon for a good time.
Rose was in charge of organizing the positioning of the saplings to limit wind
damage during their slow growth. They must be near older trees which will divert the
wind and keep the soil intact during rain storms, but not near trees that will dominate the
soil content and nutrients. At this, Rose was quite experienced, being an avid gardener
all her life. Rumil and the twins reported to her, receiving their instructions and then got
to the task.
Elladan kept mentioning how the beautiful brunette with the clipboard had been
eying Ru. Rumil denied this, but then Elrohir had joined in, insisting that he go talk to her
during the break. Rumil glanced her way more than a few times before midmorning, and
twice he had caught her looking back at him. She would smile and turn her attention back
to the plans.
‘She is lovely.’ Rumil thought. Her eyes sparkled when she laughed, he noted.
And she seemed to be doing quite a lot of that with her friends and fellow volunteers.
She seemed radiant in the patches of sunlight that occasionally broke through the
clouds. When she took off her hat and shook out her ponytail, he saw a thin, brilliant
crimson streak the color of blood running the left-hand side length of her hair. It caught
the sun like a ruby river cutting through her deep brown tresses.
Lunch was called and she sat under the large, mature Walnut with a few others
whom she obviously knew. Rumil, with a bit more prodding from the twins, strolled to
her group and caught her eyes. He smiled.
************************************************************************
Rumil was called back from memory by Rose’s arms snaking around his neck. At
this, he rolled onto his back, pulling her atop his firmly muscled form. He was ready and
wanting to bury himself within her boiling cave. And with breathtaking strength, he
lifted and positioned Rose, then lowered her body to embrace his cock.
Legolas, was suddenly at her back, teasing Rumil’s testicles as well as spreading
warm lubricant around and within Rose’s anus. Rose, whimpering, wiggled on the cock
and finger that filled her, feeling beyond decadent and beyond blessed.
Still connected, Rumil sat up, and leaning Rose against the prince for a moment,
shifted his legs to kneel, knees spread. Giving Rose back to Rumil, Legolas then knelt
between the warden’s knees, pressing himself against Rose’s back. She clasped her
hands behind Rumil’s neck and panted a plea for Leaf to fill her already. Two pairs of
hands and arms weaved around her torso, leaving no space between the three panting
bodies.
Then, he was there, pressing her tight ring of sensitive flesh. Rose sighed her
relief and anticipation, pushing back onto him, impatient for her fulfillment.
Slowly, so he could savor each instant, Leaf pushed past the muscled entry to
Rose’s body and filled her millimeter by millimeter, feeling Rumil’s hardness just
through her thin slip of flesh. After a seemingly endless eternity, Rose had each elf
sheathed to the hilt within her quivering body.
The three lovers paused to breathe and reclaim control over their passions before
the plunge.
Her carefully gained control was thrown by a heated mouth closing around the
bend between her neck and shoulder. Rumil’s eyes held hers captive as he
whispered dirty little nothings against her parted lips. Suddenly Legolas bit down
on her neck, dragging a ragged gasp from her throat. Rose could no longer hold
back and rotated her hips, grinding further into her lover’s laps. Rose writhed and
panted thickly, feeling the elves gently rock into her slick passages. They both
made shallow rocking thrusts, velvet skin caressing velvet skin. Rose was nearly
faint from the sensation. She felt like she couldn’t get enough oxygen to stop the
delicious dizziness. Not that she would have, had she the choice.
She leaned back on Leaf’s heaving chest and immediately felt the dual
pleasure/pain of lips and teeth teasing one of her distended nipples. Rumil was
holding one red bud between his teeth and gently sucking, pulling a soft, white
breast into a pleasured peak, making it’s owner moan.
Legolas lifted Rose’s other breast in his hand.
“Suckle yourself in my stead” he breathed into her hair nudging the heavy tresses
aside. She bent her neck to take the offered nipple into her mouth and nibbled,
giving Legolas unrestricted access to her extremely sensitive nape. He nipped the
back of her neck just where her hair began and she let out a sharp moan.
Then she began to ride. She let her breast fall from her lips and slowly raised
herself up between the two walls of male hardness. She looked down into Rumil’s eyes,
saw them all cloudy with passion, knowing that Leaf’s looked the same.
She felt their thick lengths held inside her body just by their swelled glans . And
she squeezed. One golden head pressed between her shoulder blades and
groaned, the other was panting and buried between her breasts.
Rose felt such power in that moment.
She rolled her head back and lowered herself down, filling herself with their
bodies. Filling herself with their need, with their love. She wanted all of it.
The three found their rhythm, moving in their ancient dance. Three moans
mingling and twisting together as the three forms that produced them.
For a moment, sliding herself between the heated, slippery skin of the two males
surrounding her, Rose thought that she should reintroduce her strap-on to their
lovemaking. Rich, seductive laughter tumbled from her lips as she remembered
how intensely powerful she felt with her long, rubbery, black phallus dominating
Rumil’s tight passage.
That thought brought her so close to her pleasure. She began riding her elves
furiously, moaning with abandon. The friction was becoming so extreme, that it
bordered on pain, but Rose was never one to shy from pain.
Her over stimulated body was about to crash over the cliff and Rumil could feel
her tightening around his aching cock. He began to thrust faster into her welcoming
furnace. Legolas could feel his quickened pace against the responsive underside of his
cock through Rose’s anal wall. Each of Rumil’s thrusts put delicious pressure right under
his swelled head.
Legolas continued to rock into Rose’s ass and let her spasms and the warden’s
rapid thrusts take him over the edge.
Then Rose’s orgasm ripped through her frame. Rumil plunged deep and stilled
there, safe inside, holding her as she shuddered. Legolas could no longer hold back and
worked himself in and out of Rose’s back passage, relishing the climaxes of his lady and
the other elf who was sharing her sweet body.
Then he followed them over into the abyss.
Feeling incredibly sated and equally sticky, Rose slowly caught her breath.
Leaf tumbled the three of them to the right to rest on their sides. He burrowed his nose
into Rose’s hair and indulged himself in her scent as he recovered a normal pulse rate.
Rumil reached around Rose to stroke Leaf’s hair with his left arm, while drawing her to
his lips for a satisfied kiss.
“What do you think of her idea, Legolas?” the lazily grinning warden asked.
“Oh, I’m all for it! I’ve been waiting for the strap-on’s reappearance for some
time. I call middle!” the prince replied.
“Hey, no reading my mind when I’m coming. It’s not fair!” She protested. “That’s it, no
strap-on for anybody.”
Not taking her seriously for one instant, the ellyn proceeded to kiss and plead with
her, making her giggle uncontrollably and squirm, triggering a climax aftershock.
Still recovering between them, Rose blushed and sighed with mock displeasure.
“Fine. But only if someone gets up and makes coffee.”