The Perfect Gift

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The Perfect Gift

She kissed him one last time before he mounted his horse. Aragorn signaled to Faramir and their company proceeded out the gates, which shut decisively behind them.

Queen Arwen stood there watching even a the the gates had shut. ‘A whole month’ she thought depressed. ‘I can’t believe I’ll be alone for a whole month’

It wasn’t true that she’d be alone. She’d be around Aragorn’s councilors, taking his place as monarch while he was gone. She would only take care of urgent matters, for Aragorn left the daily routines to his councilors who were specialists in their fields.

Aragorn and his company were taking their yearly rarouaround the kingdom. Aragorn made sure that his duty also included meeting with his subjects every so often. He would ride to the villages and towns to see how things were doing. He would also ride to the neighboring realm of Rohan to meet with King Eomer.

Arwen didn’t mean that there wouldn’t be people around. She meant Aragorn wouldn’t be there to share her bed and night with. She sighed in defeat. ‘What a long month this shall be’

Eowyn watched the queen stare after the leaving company. Oh how she desired the queen! She wanted to feel that skin and hair. She wanted the queen to buck beneath her. She wanted the queen to lust for her. Never did Eowyn think Arwen would feel the same way nor did she remember the queen always gets what she wants. Eowyn made her way to the queen’s side.

A voice broke through her thoughts. “My queen” Eowyn murmured as she kneeled. Arwen placed a gently cupped hand under Eowyn’s chin.

“Lady Eowyn, please rise. I have told you many times. We are friends. You do not need to use formalities with me.” Arwen said as she helped her friend rise.

“Queen Arwen, I only feel the need to use titles in public,” she said in a factual tone.

“I agree. Shall we return to the palace?” Arwen asked, distractedly.

“Yes, my queen.” The pair turned and hurried back towards the palace before drawing any unwanted attention.

By the time they had returned, Arwen’s mood had improved dramatically. She found out that Aragorn had arranged for Eowyn to stay at the palace with Arwhilwhile he was gone. Arwen mentally reminded herself to thank Aragorn when he returned.

They settled themselves in the private chambers of Arwen and Aragorn. Arwen settled in a large chair with her sewing, while Eowyn sat on the chair at Aragorn’s writing desk.

“Eowyn, don’t you have duties to attend to while Faramir is gone?” Arwen asked as she started her needlework.

“No, I don’t have any duties at all except for buying horses. Faramir has Ithilien set up on the same system Aragorn uses here in Gondor. Faramir knows I have a good eye for horses though, so he assigned me the task of purchasing them.” Eowyn answered watching Arwen thread the nee “Ar “Arwen, I don’t know how you have the patience for that. I drove myself crazy trying it once.”

Arwen smiled. “You just need to have patience which I can see you have little of.” She saw the small glare that cam from Eowyn. “I did not mean it disparagingly Eowyn. You are a wild shield maiden of Rohan. You should be proud.” Arwen smiled warmly and returned to her steady stitching allowing Eowyn to make conversation.

“What shall we do for a month while the men are way. You cannot sew the entire time.” Eowyn said thoughtfully.

“You are right. We can take some horseback rides and walk through the gardens. We can read in the library and shop in the city. I’m sure we will find things to occupy our time.” Arwen smiled mischievously.

Eowyn excused herself to prepare for dinner, while Arwen did the same. Eowyn told her she’d meet Arwen at dinner. Arwen told Eowyn to sit with her. Eowyn agreed and rushed off to change.

Arwen’s handmaiden helped her change into a formal dress for dinner. She first refitted Arwen’s bodice around Arwen’s chest. Arwen braced herself against a wall as the maiden yanked on the ties, pulling the bodice as tightly as possible. Arwen wheezed as the bodice made it harder to breathe. The maiden waited patiently for Arwen to regain her breath. As she did, the maiden smoothed the bodice so it wouldn’t interfere with her dress. The maiden held the dress so Arwen could step into it and pulled it up over Arwen’s body, allowing Arwen to put her hands into the sleeves. The handmaiden’s experienced fingers flew up Arwen’s back, tying the ties and clasping the clasps.

Arwen stood still as the maiden clasped an elegant necklace around her neck. The maiden retrieved a low-backed chair and assisted Arwen with sitting down on it. The maiden hummed as she brushed Arwen’s hair with a golden hairbrush, fit for a queen. She placed the silver circlet upon Arwen’s head, resting it upon her ears. She helped Arwen stand and they slowly made their way to the dining hall as Arwen silently cursed Gondorian dresses.

*Meanwhile…*

Eowyn returned to her chambers. She flung off the dress she’d been wearing this afternoon and dressed herself in a gorgeous dark blue dress with gold threading. She also wore the woven leather belt she had received as a gift from Arwen. She donned the gold necklace and earrings that had been a gift from her uncle. She braided her hair. She then proceeded towards the dining hall to meet up with Arwen.

Arwen sat at the head of the table with Eowyn on her right. They made polite conversation with those around them, but both truly wanted to get away. They couldn’t stand the formalities that royal dinners required. They both ate quickly wanting the meal to end.

When it finally did, Arwen and Eowyn excused themselves and they headed towards Arwen and Aragorn’s chambers. When they got there, Arwen bid Eowyn to enter. She did and Arwen then whispered into the ears of the guard who nodded.

Arwen entered the room and shut the door behind her, locking it. Eowyn stood on the balcony looking outwards.

“Eowyn” Arwen called. Eowyn turned around and hurried inside.

“Yes?” she answered.

“When you asked what we would do while the men were away, I had an idea. I thought that tonight we might stargaze on the roof.” Arwen said.

“That sounds wonderful, Arwen.” she said.

Arwen smiled. “Let’s go.”

The night air of spring was chilly, so they wrapped themselves in cloaks and climbed up to the roof. They lay down, letting the fresh cool air envelope them. Eowyn started identifying the constellations, while Arwen’s thoughts wandered. After about an hour, Arwen spoke up.

“Help me up,” Arwen requestedwyn wyn moved over to her and grasping Eowyn’s arm, Arwen was able to regain her feet. Eowyn proceeded down the ladder and waited at the bottom for Arwen. When Arwen stepped down, they walked inside.

They moved inside Arwen settling on the bed watching the dancing flames of the fire that had been built by the servants. “Eowyn, please close and lock the balcony door,” she asked softly. Eowyn did.

Arwen watched Eowyn, her piercing gaze following the shieldmaiden wherever she went. Eowyn stood submissively to the side, wondering what Arwen was up to.

Arwen looked at Eowyn and motioned for her to come closer. She inspected Eowyn as if inspecting a new horse or a cut of meat. Arwen stood and in the time it took to blink an eye, she had wrapped her arms around Eowyn and was now kissing her passionately on the lips.

Eowyn was startled for a moment then a hail of thoughts struck her, putting all the pieces together. She leaned into the kiss, helping her Arwen to enjoy it more fully. Arwen broke off the kiss, only to move Eowyn towards the wall.

Eowyn felt her back connect with the wall. As Arwen kissed her again, Arwen used the kiss as a distraction. Arwen slipped a hand down the neck of Eowyn’s dress to feel her breast. Eowyn let go of Arwen’s mouth.

“I could make that easier for you.” Eowyn said mischievously.

“Please do.” Arwen panted. Eowyn slipped the dress over her head and tossed it to the floor. Her slip followed the dress onto the pile. Eowyn was now standing in only her bodice.

Arwen watched Eowyn shed her clothes. Eowyn was now almost completed bared to Arwen. She wasn’t as beautiful as an elf, but she was probably the most beautiful mortal woman in Middle Earth. Her pale skin was soft and untouched, her breasts were full, and covered by the bodice, her hair long and blonde still confined by the braid, and her firm twin buttocks as soft as baby’s skin that Arwen couldn’t help but want to stroke.

Arwen noticed that Eowyn seemed to be at a loss now that she was only in her bodice. Arwen kissed her again lust filling her every thought. Arwen broke free, eager to ravish her lover. Arwen led her lover to the large bed, where Arwen began the fun.

Arwen lightly traced the swells of Eowyn’s breasts, made large by the bodice. She ran fingers over the soft skin of Eowyn’s behind. Eowyn trembled as Arwen’s fingers explored the soft twin cheeks of her buttocks. She explored the area between Eowyn’s legs, grinning broadly when she saw Eowyn’s folds. They were beautiful with a small trickle of fluid leaking out and down her leg. Arwen licked it up, tickling Eowyn.

“Oh Eowyn, I have waited so long for this…” she moaned, desire peaking.

“I have too, Arwen.” Eowyn whimpered. “Please Arwen, let me pleasure you.”

Arwen shook her head, smiling. “ You forget I am Queen, Eowyn. And a queen always gets what she wants.” Arwen continued, “ And I have always wanted you, Eowyn, a wild shieldmaiden to let me please her in ways beyond her wildest imagination.”

Eowyn looked at her and with a small nod, relinquished herself to Arwen’s control.

“You said you would pleasure me beyond the ways of my imagination. How is that so?” Eowyn asked.

“Would you like me to pleasure you?” Arwen asked, twirling the blonde’s hair between her fingers.

“Please do.” Eowyn panted. “But first, do you think it is fair that I am almost totally unclothed, whilst you are fully clothed?”

Arwen thought a moment then spoke. “Help me out of this dress then, my sweet.”

Eowyn’s inexperienced fingers clumsily undid the ties. It was too slow for Arwen however. “Here, use this.” Arwen had thrust a dagger into Eowyn’s hands.

Eowyn slit the back of the dress, and Arwen quickly stepped out of it. Both women were only covered by their bodices now. Eowyn blushed but summoned up her voice, “May I?”

“Please” Arwen replied.

Eowyn carefully released the ties of Arwen’s bodice, allowing it to slide off. Arwen did the same for Eowyn. Both women took in the full view of each other. Eowyn was most amazed by Arwen.

Eowyn’s nipples immediately turned dark and hard with want. Arwen was the definition of beauty. Her moonlit skin complemented the curves of her body, the round full breasts, the dark hair that framed her body, the long shapely legs, and the perfect twin cheeks of her ass.

Arwen immediately went for Eowyn’s nipples. The hard little mounds tasted so good as she suckled them. Eowyn moaned and pushed her breast more fully into Arwen’s mouth. She gave both globes equal attention before kissing her love again.

“Shall I now pleasure you?” Arwen asked coyly.

Eowyn moaned, and Arwen took that to be a yes. She kissed Eowyn again, and retrieving the Elven rope she had ready by her bedside, quickly bound Eowyn’s hands. Eowyn’s eyes questioned her, but said nothing. Arwen worked her love until she was lying down. She then blindfolded and gagged her. She felt Arwen’s breath against her. “R. “Remember my sweet lover, pain and pleasure are often intertwined.” Eowyn tried to fight as she heard Arwen step off ted, ed, but the Elven rope held strong and the gag prevented any sound.

When Arwen heard the muffled sounds, she guessed as to the reason. She answered the question her lover could not ask. Arwen smiled though her love couldn’t see it. “I’m going to retrieve my tools.” Arwen said slyly. Eowyn felt her stomach fill with butterflies at the sound of thise pre prayed that Arwen wouldn’t do anything too horrible.

A sharp pain interrupted her prayer. She felt it again and again. Her eyes watered and she bit hard on the gag. Something struck her behind that was almost like a whip, but not as painful. Again and again, it found untouched skin to assault upon her back, behind, and legs. Soon, the pain faded from her backside. It was now the ache between her legs that bothered her most. She became afraid that Arwen would draw blood when the strikes stopped coming. Arwen hummed, “ So you do enjoy pain, shieldmaiden. Oh yes. You are very aroused.”

She felt the bed dip slightly as someone climbed upon it. A light hand caressed her back, and Eowyn blushed as fluid dripped down her legs. Arwen eagerly licked it up and went into her folds for more. Just as she was about to climax, the soft tongue was gone. Eowyn sighed audibly and Arwen clicked her tongue. “Don’t you think the Queen should take her pleasure first?”

Eowyn made a muffled sound that Arwen assumed to be a yes. Arwen turned Eowyn over so she was face down against the bed. The queen spread Eowyn’s cheeks and wiggled her tongue into the puckered entrance. Eowyn writhed madly at this pleasure but Arwen removed her tongue. Arwen sat up, straddling Eowyn’s wiggling form. She licked her fingers, and then moved them into her entrance. She moaned as her fingers thrust into herself. She got closer and closer until she climaxed aver ver Eowyn’s body, hot sticky fluid covered Eowyn and sent Eowyn so close but it wasn’t enough. Arwen released the gag and offered her fingers. “A taste of what you missed.” Arwen sighed.

Eowyn’s eager tongue sucked the Elven fingers into her mouth and cleaned them of all traces of fluid. They repeated this process a few times until Arwen spoke. “I think you shall be allowed to have your pleasure now.”

Arwen again spread Eowyn’s cheeks. Arwen whetted two of her fingers in the fluid and inched them into Eowyn’s narrow entrance. Without the gag, Eowyn whimpers and moans were quite loud. Arwen moved her fingers in and out to a rhythm. It did not take long for fluid to gush out from between Eowyn’s legs. Arwen drank all her sweet essence, but was not finished yet.

Arwen flipped Eowyn back over and buried her tongue in the dripping folds, licking and sucking. She found Eowyn’s nub and feeling Eowyn’s muscles clench, she doubled her efforts. When she gave one last lick, it seemed that gallons of fluid rushed out. Eowyn jerked out of control, experiencing the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt.

When Eowyn had been freed of her bonds and had calmed down, she kissed her lover. She then asked, “ I understand how your methods of arousal. What was it that you actually hit me with, though?”

Arwen smiled and retrieved Eowyn’s woven belt. “It was a perfect gift, was it not?”

Eowyn smiled. “It was. Now, I will not worry about what shall take up our time. In fact, I don’t think we shall have enough.”