Night-Time in the Gardens
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
4,191
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter Six
Title: Night-Time in the Gardens
Author: Nosila
Disclaimer: They don't belong me. If they did, the ring would never have been destroyed because everyone would have been too busy having sex.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Eowyn takes Arwen to a clearing in the Gardens - things progress from there.
Notes: British spellings. Also, graphic descriptions of two females having sex. If that bothers you, leave.
Dedication: Aliir. For working so hard on our wonderful new links website. ::shameless plug approaching:: Go see it! http://www.geocities.com/purpledluva/lordlinks.html. For adult LOTR links.
She leaned forward, kissing me softly, her lips caressing mine. She pulled back again, gazing into my eyes, her own eyes dark and starry.
“I love you too.”
She leaned forward, kissing me again. Her lips were warm and soft. Her tongue brushed against my lips and I opened them to let her push her tongue into my mouth. She tasted like strawberries and cream, and a flavour that was unique to Eowyn.
I tilted my head back as she started to trail her open lips down my neck, her tongue flicking against my skin. I moaned and my nipples grew hard and tingled with sensation as she took my breasts in her hands and started to rub them gently. She moved her mouth further down as she flicked open the buttons on the front of my dress agonisingly slowly and trailing the silky material over my skin, leaving a trail of fine goosebumps over my flesh.
I pulled us both backwards, till I was lying on the ground, and she was lying beside me. Our lips met in another kiss as I clumsily pulled the buttons on her dress apart, and she finished undoing mine.
I cupped her breasts in my hands, rolling and pinching her nipples between my fingers listening to her gasp and moan. "Please, " she murmured against my skin, "Please, Arwen…please, I beg of you."
I smiled against her lips, enjoying being the composed one. More often than I would like it was her who had me begging for release. Now, I wanted to return the favour.
I pulled her up until she was straddling my face, and her most private parts were directly over my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and flicked it across her clit, tasting her juices as they ran down over my lips and chin. She bucked her hips, wanting more than the fleeting licks I was giving her, but I held the tops of her creamy thighs to stop her from moving.
She groaned, deep in her throat, tossing her head back and making her golden hair cascade down her back. "Arwen, please…I cannot stand much more of this…it is torture! Please, Arwen, please…"
I took pity on her, and closed my lips around her clit, scrapping my teeth over it and listening to her keening cries of pleasure. I felt exquisite thrills go through me at the idea of having so much power over someone - it was exhilarating.
Her whole body shuddered as her orgasm swept through her, making her cry out to the stars high above us, as they watched us give each other pleasure in this most intimate way.
She slumped bonelessly, and I rolled her over on to the warm sand beside us.
"Oh, Arwen," she groaned, lying panting on the sand. "That was amazing."
"I'm glad you liked it." And I was. It made me feel giddily happy to know that I could make Eowyn feel so good. However, I now wanted some attention. I sighed, wondering if Eowyn was too tired to return the favours I had bestowed on her.
She heard my sigh and rolled over, tugging at my arm to ge toe to roll on to my back. I mewled as she then lowered her body down over mine, till I could feel the erect points of her nipples brushing my back. She rubbed her breasts against my skin, sliding down my back before sitting up and straddling my hips. I moaned and twisted as she started to place feather light kisses across my shoulders, wanting more contact than what she was currently giving me.
She laughed slightly, and I thought she was going to continue with her maddening torture, but she slid her hand in between my legs and found my pulsing clit. With her other hand she reached round and roughly pinched one of my nipples, and I screamed as I came under her manipulating fingers.
We collapsed into a sweaty heap, our limbs tangled together in an intimate embrace. My chest heaved as I gasped for breath, but she was now calmer than me, although her face was still red and her hair was a riot of blond curls.
She smiled, looking happy, and I wondered if I should say something. After a moments thought I chose to say nothing; because there did not seem to be anything to say.
Instead I just curled in closer to Eowyn, wrapping my arms round her as she wrapped her arms round me. As we snuggled closer to one another it seemed that nothing else mattered, that nothing else even existed. All of Middle-Earth had disappeared apart from this one, small patch of sand that Eowyn and I had just found such pleasure on. The patch of sand that we had just loved each other on.
Because I was now certain that that was what we had done here tonight. We had made love.
Author: Nosila
Disclaimer: They don't belong me. If they did, the ring would never have been destroyed because everyone would have been too busy having sex.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Eowyn takes Arwen to a clearing in the Gardens - things progress from there.
Notes: British spellings. Also, graphic descriptions of two females having sex. If that bothers you, leave.
Dedication: Aliir. For working so hard on our wonderful new links website. ::shameless plug approaching:: Go see it! http://www.geocities.com/purpledluva/lordlinks.html. For adult LOTR links.
She leaned forward, kissing me softly, her lips caressing mine. She pulled back again, gazing into my eyes, her own eyes dark and starry.
“I love you too.”
She leaned forward, kissing me again. Her lips were warm and soft. Her tongue brushed against my lips and I opened them to let her push her tongue into my mouth. She tasted like strawberries and cream, and a flavour that was unique to Eowyn.
I tilted my head back as she started to trail her open lips down my neck, her tongue flicking against my skin. I moaned and my nipples grew hard and tingled with sensation as she took my breasts in her hands and started to rub them gently. She moved her mouth further down as she flicked open the buttons on the front of my dress agonisingly slowly and trailing the silky material over my skin, leaving a trail of fine goosebumps over my flesh.
I pulled us both backwards, till I was lying on the ground, and she was lying beside me. Our lips met in another kiss as I clumsily pulled the buttons on her dress apart, and she finished undoing mine.
I cupped her breasts in my hands, rolling and pinching her nipples between my fingers listening to her gasp and moan. "Please, " she murmured against my skin, "Please, Arwen…please, I beg of you."
I smiled against her lips, enjoying being the composed one. More often than I would like it was her who had me begging for release. Now, I wanted to return the favour.
I pulled her up until she was straddling my face, and her most private parts were directly over my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and flicked it across her clit, tasting her juices as they ran down over my lips and chin. She bucked her hips, wanting more than the fleeting licks I was giving her, but I held the tops of her creamy thighs to stop her from moving.
She groaned, deep in her throat, tossing her head back and making her golden hair cascade down her back. "Arwen, please…I cannot stand much more of this…it is torture! Please, Arwen, please…"
I took pity on her, and closed my lips around her clit, scrapping my teeth over it and listening to her keening cries of pleasure. I felt exquisite thrills go through me at the idea of having so much power over someone - it was exhilarating.
Her whole body shuddered as her orgasm swept through her, making her cry out to the stars high above us, as they watched us give each other pleasure in this most intimate way.
She slumped bonelessly, and I rolled her over on to the warm sand beside us.
"Oh, Arwen," she groaned, lying panting on the sand. "That was amazing."
"I'm glad you liked it." And I was. It made me feel giddily happy to know that I could make Eowyn feel so good. However, I now wanted some attention. I sighed, wondering if Eowyn was too tired to return the favours I had bestowed on her.
She heard my sigh and rolled over, tugging at my arm to ge toe to roll on to my back. I mewled as she then lowered her body down over mine, till I could feel the erect points of her nipples brushing my back. She rubbed her breasts against my skin, sliding down my back before sitting up and straddling my hips. I moaned and twisted as she started to place feather light kisses across my shoulders, wanting more contact than what she was currently giving me.
She laughed slightly, and I thought she was going to continue with her maddening torture, but she slid her hand in between my legs and found my pulsing clit. With her other hand she reached round and roughly pinched one of my nipples, and I screamed as I came under her manipulating fingers.
We collapsed into a sweaty heap, our limbs tangled together in an intimate embrace. My chest heaved as I gasped for breath, but she was now calmer than me, although her face was still red and her hair was a riot of blond curls.
She smiled, looking happy, and I wondered if I should say something. After a moments thought I chose to say nothing; because there did not seem to be anything to say.
Instead I just curled in closer to Eowyn, wrapping my arms round her as she wrapped her arms round me. As we snuggled closer to one another it seemed that nothing else mattered, that nothing else even existed. All of Middle-Earth had disappeared apart from this one, small patch of sand that Eowyn and I had just found such pleasure on. The patch of sand that we had just loved each other on.
Because I was now certain that that was what we had done here tonight. We had made love.