Servant to the Queen

Title: Servant to the Queen
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arwen/Eowyn
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me; they belong to Tolkein.
Summary: It's a PWP. They have sex. There is no plot.
A/N: British spellings. This is for all those who wanted more smut in Night-Time.

I walked quickly down the hall, smiling and nodding at those I passed. They all knew me - I came here often. There was nothing wrong with me coming here. Arwen, my Queen, often requested my companionship. They all thought it was because she lacked for female friends - she had to spend a lot of time helping the King with his duties and did not grow up here and therefore did not know many of the noble ladies that frequented court.

I knew she summoned me for a different reason, but it was a good thing that none of them knew what the reason was. If they did ever find out I cannot imagine what their reactions would be, or how big the scandal would be.

I knocked on her door and waiter a r a reply.

"Come in."

I opened the door and went in, closing the door behind me.

"Ah, Eowyn. I was wondering when you'd get here." Her face was politely blank, as usual. I could read no emotion in her eyes or on her lovely face.

I curtsied, bowing my head. "What do you require of me, my Queen."

I knew that I shouldn't look her straight in the eyes because it would be very disrespectful to do so. I looked at her anyway, and the look of desire that now resided in her eyes sent bolts of heat to my womb.

"Strip."

I did as she asked, taking off my clothes and folding them neatly, putting them on the chest of drawers beside me. By her bed she was doing the same. When I was finished I stood, waiting for my next instruction. She lay down on the bed.

"Pleasure me."

I smiled, moving forward till I was standing in front of the bed. I knelt before her, gently spreading her slender legs open with my hands. I leaned forward, inhaling her musky scent deeply, before placing a soft kisses on each silky inner thigh. She moaned above me.

"Please…please don't tease me."

I flicked my tongue against her clit before curving my lips round it and starting to kiss and suck at it. I slid my hands up round her smooth, silky thighs as she moaned and writhed against me. Her hips bucked furiously, almost banging my nose, and I idly wondered what had gotten her so worked up. That lapse in concentration meant I was surprised when she pushed me down till I was lying on the ground, and straddled my face.

She rubbed her clit against my mouth and nose, smearing moisture over my face as I licked at her inner folds. She whimpered loudly, and I thrust my tongue into her tight passage, mimicking the actions a man would make if he took her to his bed. She moaned continuously as I continued to do this over and over until she cried out, and her juices flowed over my chin.

She slumped to the side, pulling away from me and sitting against the bed. I sat up, wiping my mouth and chin with the back of my hand.

"Thank you." She gasped for air, breathing heavily. "I was just reading this book Aragorn had left lying around. Most of it was nothing special, but there were these two scenes that were very graphic." She smiled, lazily. "I must ask him about it later."

I nodded, not speaking, wondering if she was going to leave me to find my own pleasure. I guess that she saw something in my expression, because she leaned forward and slipped her fingers in between my thighs.

I threw my head back and moaned, long and loud, as two of her agile fingers sought and found my clit. She circled round it, then rubbed across it before plunging her fingers deep inside me. I cried out, making meaningless sounds as she pulled her fingers out, then pushed them back in, and repeated the action over and over. With her other hand she reached up and pinched one of my nipples hard. The sweet mixture of pleasure and pain sent me crashing over the edge and I screamed out my bliss.

She pulled away from me and sucked her fingers clean of my secretions.

"Mmm, Eowyn. You taste so good."

I blushed at that, and slowly sat up, pulling my legs together. She always seemed so uncaring of her nudity, not that I'm complaining. I suppose it comes of being so beautiful.

She got up and went over to fetch her robe, and I knew that it was over. She turned round and smiled at me.

"Thank you. You know I always appreciate your services, don't you?"

I nodded. "Yes, my Queen."

She walked through the door that led to her bathing chamber, and I knew that she expected me to leave now, and return when she next called me, whenever that might be.

And I knew I would. I would always serve her, my Queen.