Elven Love

The DISCLAIMER: characters are the property of the Tolkien estate... this is a parody

Eowyn crossed the halls of the main structure at Rivendell with avy hvy heart: beyond the door she was slowly, inevitably approaching lay not only the reason for her coming here, but the reason for her grief. Beyond the door was the first lover of her Aragorn, waiting for her: Arwen, daughter of Elrond, the great leader of the elves, had sent for her to settle the matter that was tearing them both apart. She knew that one of them would leave the room loveless, and feared it would be her.
The door opened at her approach, and Eowyn walked into the warm room as confidently as she could manage. Arwen was standing there, robed in a beautiful light blue, radiant gown. Her look was not as cold as Eowyn had expected, and there was almost a hint of warm welcome in the way she called out her name.
“Eowyn. You have come.”
Eowyn nodded. Arwen strode towards her, and stretched out her hand. She gently took hold of Eowyn’s arm.
“I am glad.” Arwen’s eyes sparkled almost blindingly in the soft twiligf thf the room. Arwen lowered her voice to a whisper.
“You know why you are here?”.
Eowyn nodded again. “We share a love for the same man.”
Arwen bowed her head. “Yes, we share a love.”
The room seemed to grow a little lighter, and the reflections in Arwen’s light blue gown were spellbinding. When Arwen lifted up her head to meet her gaze once more, Eowyn felt the elf’s hand move slowly up over her arm. Resting on her shoulder, the hand pulled her closer to Arwen’s face and her slightly parted lips... Eowyn didn’t resist, but calmly let Arwen’s lips make contact with hers. She parted her lips slightly as well, feeling the warmth from her mouth. Gradually, she became aware of the elf’s tongue protruding between her lips: she opened her mouth slightly more, at which Arwen slowly brought her tongue into the woman’s mouth. She welcomed it with her own, drove it back, let it enter again. She closed her lips around the venturing tongue, opened them again, drove her own tongue into Arwen’s mouth. Her lips became wet as they got locked in an ever more passionate kiss, Arwen’s hand still on Eowyn’s trembling shoulder. When Eowyn felt the elf’s bosom against hers, she placed two hands firmly around Arwen’s waist and slid them slowly down to the small of her back: before she was fully aware of it, her hands were resting on Arwen’s buttocks. The two women still joined together by their kiss, Arwen got hold of Eowyn’s travel dress, and slowly undid the hooks at the back. Peeling the tight fabric away from Eowyn’s soft skin, she bent her head away from the kiss. Eowyn resisted, but Arwen softly shook her head and smiled reassuringly. Her red, full lips glistened in the unsteady light of the room. Eowyn looked round, and noticed for the first time that the room they were in was a bedroom, lighted by a thousand candles. The bed lay open and inviting, and there was a wonderfully sweet smell in the air.
By now, Arwen had pulled Eowyn’s dress over her firm breasts, exposing her already hard nipples. Eowyn felt a certain shyness, but didn’t try to cover herself. Arwen smiled once more: with one fast tug, she tore open the dress, which fell over Eowyn’s hips onto the ground. Eowyn stood naked, shivering slightly, at the same time uneasy and proud, self-conscious and sure. She knew now that her body would be Arwen’s, and it would be hers entirely.
Eowyn stretched out her hands and pulled Arwen’s blue robe over her shoulders: with a rustling sound it fell to the floor, leaving the fair daughter of Elrond naked to behold. Eowyn had to catch her breath while gazing upon Arwen’s nakedness: her long, black hair framing her beautiful shoulders, the redness of her lips, the redness, too, of ere erect nipples on top of her pale, beautiful breasts. Her legs were slim and shapely, and the forbidden place between them seemed to call out to her, intoxicate her, even if she could only see a hint of it. She had no hair there, but since she was elvish, Eowyn had expected nothing else. Expected? Eowyn was startled by the sudden realisation that she had been expecting this, that this was what she had come for, even though the two women had never met before.
They stood naked in front of each other for a while: Eowyn felt the desire, the burning wetness between her legs, but she had no idea how to proceed, what to do next. As Arwen took a step closer, Eowyn closed her eyes and parted her lips, expecting another kiss. Instead, she felt a warm touch between her legs, softly rubbing up and down over her wetness. She felt Arwen’s lips on her neck, then her teeth, biting slightly into her shoulder. Almost instinctively, she set her legs wider apart, allowing Arwen to gently stick a finger inside her, so carefully she almost didn’t feel it. She felt Arwen’s tongue trace its way from her shoulder to her right breast, circling around her nipple, moving slowly from and towards it. Then she felt her hard nipple being sucked into the elf’s mouth. At that point Eowyn lost control entirely and pushed herself down on Arwen’s hand.
Arwen responded by adding a second finger to her exploratory hand and pushing deeper into Eowyn’s enflamed centre. Eowyn gave a sharp, high-pitched cry as the elf started working her fingers inside of her, slowly moving them in and out, with her thumb gently rubbing her clitoris. Combined with Arwen’s full, warm lips around her nipple it created a sensation she had never felt before. She was sure she was going to faint when Arwen stopped her doings and carefully led her to the welcoming bed. Arwen motioned her to lie down, but a sudden surge of womanly pride ran through Eowyn, and she slowly pushed the elvish woman onto the bed instead. Arwen nodded understandingly, and lay down on her back, her eyes fixed on Eowyn’s. Eowyn slowly climbed unto the bed and placed herself on hands and knees over Arwen’s legs. She took a moment to enjoy the sight of her anticipating, half-closed eyes, her full trembling lips, her breasts, heaving with excitement, and the soft, welcoming bloom between her legs, where a glistening wetness unstoppable lured her. She gently bowed her head to the centre of Arwen’s lust, where sweet-smelling juices flowed abundantly unto the dark sheets. She had no idea a fragile elf could get so aroused. She slowly bent her head further, until her lips made contact with Arwen’s sweet, wet flesh. A loud sigh coming from Arwen enticed Eowyn to gently brush her tongue over her labia, and then another time, and another. Before she knew it, she was fiercely licking at Arwen’s lovebud. The elf squirmed under her, and Eowyn had to grab her thighs to keep her pinned down. Acting purely on instinct, the woman pushed her tongue deep into Arwen’s silky opening: Arwen responded by wildly moving her hips back and forth against Eowyn’s face, the woman’s stiff tongue pumping in and out of her. Her incredibly sweet juices simply gushed out of her every time she thrust upward, showering Eowyn’s face. Eowyn listened as Arwens’s breathing became heavier and heavier, and small subdued screams came from the elf’s mouth. As Arwen placed both her hands on Eowyn’s face, the woman took her tongue out of her pussy and started a relentless assault on Arwen’s swollen clit, making short, quick strokes. She heard Arwen’s voice, as if coming from afar, sigh a desperate plea. “Fuck me, Eowyn...” When she stuck two fingers into Arwen’s dripping centre, the elf’s screams became loud and uncontrolled: her body shook violently, and Eowyn knew what was next. With one deep lick she sent the elf into a shivering orgasm. Her hands and face got washed with sweet elvish cum as Arwen went into a mad, screaming frenzy.

When she was done licking away at Arwens soaking cunt, Eowyn noticed that her own juices were slowly trickling down her inner thighs, and she realized she had never been this horny in her life. As if she felt it too, Arwen grabbed the woman’s waist and turned her around, so her pussy was directly over the elf’s lips. Eowyn was getting ready for a tease, but instead Arwen plunged her tongue immediately into her centre: the sudden invasion was enough to release the built-up tension in her vagina, and she came. As she flowed over Arwen’s face, she realised that only the delicate, skilled tongue of an elf could be so precise as to get a woman off on the first lick.
During what seemed like an endless orgasm, Arwen continued to plunge her tongue in and out of Eowyn’s pussy, sending her into new, unexpected convulsions each time. Arwen heard the loud sopping noises her cunt was making, and in spite of her ecstacy, became worried that someone in the building would hear them and – gods forbid – stop them. She bit back screams as she tried to subdue Arwen, who kept ramming her tongue into her. Finally the elf withdrew.
“You don’t have to worry about anyone hearing us,” she said, guessing Eowyn’s thoughts. “The elves are very used to the sounds of love-making. And if anyone happens to walk in on us, well...”
They were both sitting upright again by now. Eowyn didn’t quite understand what that last cryptic, unfinished sentence was supposed to mean, but Arwen’s smile reassured her. They kissed, and Eowyn tasted her own juices on Arwen’s lips and tongue. They weren’t as sweet as the elf’s, but the taste was pleasant, nonetheless. While kissing, Arwen had softly grabbed hold of Eowyn’s hand and directed it to her pussy once more: it was wetter than ever, with the love juices literally pooling onto her hand. Not wasting time, Eowyn pushed in as much of her hand as the elf’s pussy would allow: she was amazed at how easily it slid in and how willingly the slick walls of her pussy stretched to accomodate her. Arwen let out a loud moan. Eowyn drew back until only her fingertips were inside the elf, resting there.
“Talk to me,” Eowyn heard herself say, “Tell me you like it.”
“I like it,” Arwen gasped, “Don’t stop”.
“Beg me.”
“Please... Go on, Eowyn. I want it so bad!”
Eowyn smiled. “Good girl.” She thrust her hand back into her: Arwen responded by rocking her hips in unison, slowly at first. Eowyn took great care to meet her rhythm, then gradually speeded it up. “Is this how you want it?”
“Faster,” the elf cried out, “I want you to... mmm... go faster... YES!” Her wet hand was now moving in and out of Arwen’s pussy at a fast and steady rhythm. Eowyn looked at the elf’s body, lingering on the way her ample breasts swung as her body thrust back and forth over her hand, looking at the sweat that pearled on her skin, the sweet, thick, glistening juices that coated her hand and trickled down on the bed...
“Do you want me to make you cum?” Eowyn asked. Until today, she would never have guessed she could be capable of such vocality in the bedroom, yet with Arwen, it seemed natural. It was as if she could finally be herself with her, and let go of all the inhibitions she once had.
“Yes. Make me cum.”
“You’re not begging...”
“Please, Eowyn. Make me cum. Please! I need you to get me off!”
Smiling, Eowyn doubled the speed of her thrusting hand and bent down to frantically lick at Arwen’s clit. As she had gue, it, it only took her a few licks to send the elf screaming into orgasm. Eowyn got positively washed with Arwen’s juices: she started to wonder where all those fluids kept coming from. Then she thought of how soaked her own pussy was, and figured the atmosphere in this place must somehow have a positive effect on their bodies. Arwen’s screams grew even louder.
“Yes, Eowyn! That’s what I want! OOH YESSS! Make me cum again! Don’t let it stop! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!!!”
At that, the door to the chamber swung open. Eowyn leapt up to look, almost in a panic, but with Arwen’s mysterious words from a few minutes back ringing in the back of her head. In the doorway stood a young female elf. Arwen figured that, if she had been a human, she would have been about 17 or 18, though of course she was much older than that. At any rate, she looked like an eighteen year old girl. A beautiful girl, of course: she was elvish, after all, with beautiful, long, curly blond hair. She was delicate, though unexpectedly curvy, and Eowyn could swear she could see her hard, jutting nipples on top of her round breasts, almost poking through the flimsy dress she was wearing. Eowyn became very aware that she, herself, was completely naked, but Arwen comfortingly laid a hand on her shoulder.
“Hello, Lathariel,” Arwen said. “What brings you here?”
The girl smiled shyly. “I heard your sounds and I thought you might require my... assistance.”
The way she pronounced the word “assistance” left little to the imagination. Eowyn felt herself beginning to tremble at a prospect that was just now beginning to get clear to her. She turned to Arwen, who looked at her calmly and smiled.
“What do you say, Eowyn?”
Eowyn hesitated. “I don’t know, Arwen. Is she...”
“... a virgin?” Again, Arwen had guessed her thoughts. The elfwoman laughed briefly. “Oh no, far from it. Though she is, of course, somewhat less experienced than most of us here. She still has a lot to learn.” Arwen beckoned the girl closer: Eowyn could not believe how beautiful she looked. “The experience will do her good.”
Eowyn nodded. She was in this all the way, and she had decided to roll with it. Arwen stretched out her hand and touched the fabric of the girl’s dress, but Eowyn pushed her hand away.
“Let me, Arwen.” Arwen smiled again and leant back. Eowyn sat up in front of the girl and softlt het her hand glide over the soft fabric of the dress. She had been right about what she thought she had seen earlier on: the girl’s nipples were quite hard and jutting out against the thin fabric. Feeling every curve of her lean body through the dress, Eowyn gently drew her a bit closer. She grabbed the fabric a bit tighter, hesitating.
“It’s okay,” the girl said. “You can tear it.”
With one motion, Eowyn tore apart the front half of the dress, down to the girl’s navel. There she stopped: she felt she should be taking her time with this, and the girl noddingly agreed. Gently, she cupped one breast with her hand and brought it to her mouth. She touched the hard nipple with her tongue and softly stroked it, with slow, short movements. The girl let out a single moan, which excited Eowyn so much she immediately sucked the nipple into her mouth. She heard Arwen’s voice, as if coming from a distance.
“That’s good, Eowyn. Tell her how much you like it, Lathariel.”
The girl’s voice again. Clear and beautiful. “I like it a lot.”
Eowyn sucked and nibbled on the wonderful nipple, caressing and squeezing the other breast with her hand. She felt Arwen’s hand slide slowly down her stomach to the wet place between her legs. As she reached it, Eowyn tore open the rest of the girls dress: it still hung loosely over her shoulder, but her beautiful mound was exposed: hairless, just like Arwen’s, but somehow even more inviting, like a ripe piece of fruit begging to be tasted. But not yet. Eowyn placed her hand between the girl’s legs and marvelled at the wetness she found there. It was not as thick and streaming as Eowyn’s, but rather an enticing dampness, the onset of what could become a trickling stream at her touch. She slowly rubbed the mound, slipping her fingers between her legs, but not into her: not just yet. The girl moaned again. Meanwhile, Arwen had found full access to Eowyn’s pussy and was languidly dipping her fingers between the wet folds.
“How is she doing, Lathariel?” Arwen asked, her voice still just a distant whisper.
“Wonderfully, miss,” the girl answered. Eowyn was momentarily surprised by the apparent hierarchy that existed between the two women, but soon let that surprise go to focus on the job at hand. The girl had started to slowly buck her hips in response to Eowyn’s rubbing, evidently to entice her to stick her fingers into her. Eowyn wasn’t sure if she wanted to give her what she wanted so soon.
“Remember what we talked about, Lathariel? If you want something, ask for it.”
The girl was silent for a moment. “I... I want her to stick her fingers in me.”
Eowyn smiled. “Well then,” Arwen answered, patiently. “Ask her.”
“Please miss,” the girl said, so pleadingly Eowyn almost wept, “Stick your fingers in me.”
Eowyn complied immediately, sticking two fingers into the girl’s now affluently dripping pussy.
“Like that?” Eowyn asked.
“Yes, miss,” the girl whimpered. “Exactly like that.”
Eowyn became more and more aware that Arwen was slowly fingering her to another orgasm. Not wanting to leave out her new love interest, she speeded up her ministrations on the girl. By now, the girl was as wet as Arwen and twice as loud in her moans and encouragements. As she felt her own orgasm approaching, she started fingerfucking the girl in front of her with a vigour that surprised even herself, despite dedidedication she had so clearly shown in bringing Arwen to an orgasm just a few minutes ago. The girl let out a loud cry and came over Eowyn’s hand, just a heartbeat before Eowyn came herself. The feel of the girl’s flesh convulsing around her stretched fingers while a powerful orgasm was raging through her was incredible. From the corner of her eye, Eosaw saw that Arwen had been playing with herself all the while and that she, too, had just now gotten her orgasm. The three women shook and moaned as if they were one. Recovering, Eowyn quickly jumped off the bed onto her knees and brought her lips between the girl’s legs, catching the last squirts of her convulsing pussy. The same sweet taste she knew from Arwen welcomed her squirming tongue as the wonderful juice shot into her mouth.
When it was over, Eowyn started to withdraw her mouth from the elfgirl’s pussy, but as she did so, she felt the girl’s hands slowly but firmly pushing her head back against her.
“Please, miss. Do it again, only with your tongue.”
Without hesitation, Eowyn started to lick the folds of the beautiful elf’s wonderful pussy. She could have entered her easily, but she preferred to wait, to build up the tension once more after the release. Arwen, obviously, was looking for no such thing, as she immediately began her relentless assault on Eowyn’s swollen clit again. Eowyn vaguely realised she should be extremely tired by now, and yet she was as fresh and energetic as when they had started, albeit the fierce orgasms had made her legs and face somewhat sticky. Arwen was now lying on her back on the floor, with Eowyn sitting backwards on her face as she was orally pleasing the girl, who was still standing up in front of her and whose legs showed no sign of weakness, despite the orgasmic bliss she was so obviously experiencing. Arwen’s clitoral stimulation was already sending Eowyn to the brink of a small orgasm when Eowyn’s tongue was still only venturing on the outer rims of the girl’s sweet sex. She knew that this time the orgasm would distract her, so she started wriggling to get away from Arwen’s probing tongue. Arwen understood, and pulled away.
“You understand of course, Eowyn, that I can’t just stand idly by,” Arwen said slowly, getting up as Eowyn focused all of her attention on pleasuring the elfgirl. I must have you, even if I can’t make you cum just yet.”
Licking away at the girl, Eowyn heard the sound of an opening cupboard and, soon after that, felt something warm and smooth stroking her buttocks.
“Oh yes,” the girl cried out, “Good idea, miss.”
“You’ll like this,” Arwen said. “It’s modeled after a man’s penis, but it’s slightly larger than most... human ones.” Eowyn only half understood what Arwen was saying, as she had moved on to the elfgirl’s clit, and the reactions she was getting so far were most gratifying. Still, Eowyn’s reaction was more one of delight than one of surprise when she felt the large, smooth, hardwooden object slowly slide in between her folds.
“This way I can have you,” Arwen panted, as she thrust the dildo in down to its base. Eowyn gently started rocking her hips, getting used to the object that was now inside of her. It didn’t really feel like a man’s penis: it was fuller somehow, more in tune with her needs: she marveled at the thoughtful design of it. Meanwhile, her tongue had done all the exploring it could do and was now solely dedicated to bringing her lovely girl to orgasm.
“Tell me when you’re about to cum, Lathariel,” Arwen said as she worked up the rhythm on the large, pumping dildo. “Then I’ll know when to finish this off.” The mere words, as base and vulgar as they might be, set off a fire in Eowyn’s loins that almost had her cumming on her own. She pressed down harder on the wooden dick. The friction excited her, but, as Arwen obviously had anticipated, did not bring her closer to her orgasm. Lathariel, on the other hand, was as close as she could be without actually cumming: Eowyn wasn’t the least bit surprised when her clear voice sounded between two moans.
“I’m going to cum, miss... I’m very close now!’
“Good,” Arwen replied, and Eowyn felt the elf’s free hand reach for the woman’s swollen clit, while she made the dildo hump in and out like crazy. Eowyn hadn’t realised she was still so close to orgasm, as a few well-placed rubs were enough to make her cum hard. At almost exactly the same time, the tension released in the girl’s wonderful cunt, and her pussy once again squirted its wonderful juice onto Eowyn’s face, who accepted it gratefully.
Eowyn fell to the floor, feeling exhaustion for the first time. Somehow she knew, however, that the exhaustion was not to be long-lived, as she almost immediately felt a strong undercurrent of lust rushing back into her. For now, she lay there languidly, while Arwen was still gently sliding the dildo in and out of her, careful not to disturb her momentary relaxation. The girl had knelt beside her and was softly massaging her back.
When the undercurrent of lust was once again strong enough, Eowyn turned around to lie on her back. Grateful, the girl started to massage Eowyn’s breasts, teasing her nipples back to their erect state. Her excitement now almost seemed like the ‘normal’ state, with the few moments of rest inbetween nothing more than a temporary interruption of bliss. Assg Arg Arwen that she could speed up her pumping motions again, Eowyn left herself completely at the mercy of these two wonderful elves.