One Night with the Evenstar

Hey! This is a story I wrote 'cause my boyfriend thought that it would be cute to see Frodo and Arwen go at it. I tried to keep it a little less smutty, but it is kinda about two people fucking, and so if that kinda thing bothers you then you definitely shouldn't read it! There is some harsher language used to decribe some of the acts in this story, again please bear in mind that this is for adults. Also, there is a part that includes shameless, gratuitous, inter mammary intercourse (ahem... titty fucking), so if that freaks you out consider yourself warned! The premise is a little ridiculous, and it is pretty much just pure erotica, so please bear with me on it! That said, I had a lot of fun writing it, and look forward to writing some more of these... my boyfriend was very helpful with ideas, and my friend Jess (Thanks Jess!). It is basically a one shot story, it is mostly the sex part, but I tried to put a little story in there to add some depth to it and steer it away from being just PWP! I just wrote it for fun (and to prove to my boyfriend that it could be done! lol!) but I hope you enjoy it! Well anywho, enough of me talking... here's the story!


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Frodo Baggins had a great many things on his mind… he knew it may well be the last night of peace he could ever enjoy… in the morning the fellowship would leave Rivendell, more than likely forever.

He did not know what it was that compelled him to volunteer to bear this burden… did not know why he purposed himself to travel to Mordor. Mordor! The very thought sent a horrid chill down his spine! The future looked ever so grim… and he found himself unable to sleep. He caught himself absent mindedly toying with the ring on its chain around his neck… it was tugging at his mind, urging him to… do something… it was but a specter now though.

Suddenly He heard a sound, he looked up from his bed and lost his breath. There, out upon the porch, and standing in the cool night breeze with her hair shimmering in the moonlight was the Lady Arwen. She had a beautiful cloak wrapped about her lovely form, and a solemn look on her face as she gracefully stepped into his room.

Frodo felt he must be dreaming! He was greatly surprised at her visit, and wondered what sort of business might have brought her to him at such an hour. Arwen drew nearer to him and glanced about the room, as though she were checking to see if they were alone. Moonlight was everywhere, it shimmered off of the marble floor, it covered Frodo’s bed in an otherworldly glow, and it drenched both of them in its cool light.

“My Lady!” Why have you come to me?” Frodo inquired. He moved his hand from his neck and away from the chain, but he knew Arwen had seen him fingering it.

“Frodo” The Lady began, and her expression softened, “I have come to you because of your journey tomorrow… I know of the danger you face.”

Frodo felt so much comfort hearing her voice… it was simply beautiful, and the mere sound of it was soothing to him… she could have come to announce his doom and he would feel relaxed by the sight and sound of her. She was so beautiful! He had dreamed of her when he first saw her… but such was not for a hobbit, he had told himself.

The Evenstar had much on her mind as well, but she had come with a purpose, and she would fulfill it. Arwen took in Frodo’s reaction to her… she saw the soothing effect she had on him, but could also tell he felt nervous and awkward in her presence too… she could only imagine how he would feel after what she was to do next.

Frodo got out of the bed and stepped toward her, feeling horribly underdressed in his night clothes, and greatly embarrassed for a reason that escaped him entirely. He was about to ask her if he could be of service to her in any way… he let out a gasp instead.

Arwen pulled the cloak off of her shoulders… it dropped to the floor, cascading around her feet like a waterfall of fabric. She stood before the Halfling completely naked now. Frodo had gasped at the sight of her… he had dreamed about what she might look like, but had never imagined he might see her like this himself! He tried not to stare, but his eyes eagerly devoured her sensuous curves.

“Do not be afraid, Frodo…” The Lady Arwen gently intoned, “tonight my body is a gift and a comfort to you.”

Frodo felt it was too good to be true, his mind was working fast to grasp his situation, and all the while his eyes roamed over her soft curves.

Arwen smiled as he gave her breasts a longing stare. “Now Master Baggins, I would like to see you!” She said with a bewitching smile on her lips.

Frodo felt like he was in a dream as the elf maiden’s soft hands roamed over his body… he had missed her stepping towards him… he was as one in a trance as she helped him to undress, and he started when he realized that he too was now completely naked in the moonlit room. He turned a deep crimson and he turned his head… how could he possibly be pleasing to such a woman? He felt her hand upon his cheek, and turned to see her kneeling face to face with him.

“My Lady…” he began, but the rest was smothered as their mouths met. The elf maiden kissed him deeply, as one kisses a lover… her tongue touched his, and Frodo felt a shock run up his spine! She pulled back and smiled, this time like a mischievous child.

“My lord…” she whipered to him. “I saw you gazing at my bosom.” She hissed in his ear with a wistful smile on her face.

Frodo flushed, and he felt himself grow stiff at the thought of touching her perfect breasts. Arwen grabbed his hand and placed it upon her chest, flashing him a wicked smile.

“You may have them for tonight young master hobbit… and you can do anything with them you wish…” The elf maiden spoke in a low and husky voice. “… anything at all.”

Frodo got down on his knees, and tentatively put one of her nipples in his mouth. He was pleased to hear a pleasant gasp escape her lips. He began to suck eagerly upon her ample tit.

Arwen moaned with pleasure, and she felt her own arousal growing. She ran her hands through his hair as he continued his ministrations. Frodo was inexperienced, but gentle and eager to please… Arwen would expand his horizons.

She gently pushed him back, and then she grabbed his hand in hers. Arwen laid herself down upon the cool marble floor, pulling him gently on top of her body so that he straddled her. She placed her hands on his rump and guided him towards her chest, stopping when his erection lay nestled between her breasts. Frodo instinctively reached down and groped her ample bosom. The Lady Arwen spoke soft words in elvish, and broke into a loving smile.

“What does it mean my Lady?” Frodo asked.

“Let me show you how the elves make love!” Said Arwen, and as she spoke she grabbed her breasts and began to squeeze them around Frodo’s cock.

It did not take the young hobbit long to realize what Arwen meant for him to do, and he began to lightly thrust his erect penis between the maiden’s breasts. Arwen smiled at him and let her hands reach up beyond her head as Frodo squeezed her tits together himself. The Halfling was getting excited as the sheer thought of what he was doing to the Evenstar set in. It was so dirty, yet so beautiful… so animal, but tender. He began to pump her breasts more aggressively, it was intensly erotic! Arwen spoke sweet nothings in elvish as she stared into his eyes.

What a sight it would have been! The Lady Arwen naked, and exposed laying upon the cool floor in the moonlight… with the young hobbit thrusting himself between her cleavage vigorously. Their naked bodies bathed in the soft glow from the windows, and the musky scent of Arwen’s dripping sex beginning to fill Frodo’s senses.

Frodo was in ecstasy! “Uh… oh… my Lady! How delightful you make… UH… me feel…” He told her, all the while increasing his pace and roughness.

“Mmmh… you have a lot of vigor… Master hobbit!” Arwen replied, “But I should like for you to enjoy something else I have to offer you!”

Frodo sighed with disappointment as the maiden put her hands on him, gently bringing him to a stop. Arwen got up and climbed upon the bed, her gaze beckoning Frodo to join her. The hobbit climbed on the bed with her, and she kissed him once more before turning away from him. The Lady got on her hands and knees, and opened her legs to display herself to her tentative and inexperienced lover. The sight of Arwen’s wet cunt was too much for the halfling to bear; he had to have her!

Arwen spoke again. “Master Baggins, I want you to come into me… what you see belongs to you tonight…”

Frodo felt like he must be dreaming… he moved towards her, admiring her shapely elven rump. He felt an insatiable lust for her welling up within him… he wanted to take her so very badly! He placed both of his hands on her hips and shuddered with anticipation… his hardened cock waiting eagerly at the entrance of the Lady Arwen’s moist sex. That thought alone was overwhelming to him! In his mind he could already see himself vigorously thrusting into her… oh how wonderful she must feel! Arwen tossed her hair back and looked over her shoulder at him.

“Surely you don’t mean to keep me waiting all night, do you… Master Baggins?” She spoke his name in a husky, seductive voice that spurred him on… working up his courage, Frodo closed his eyes and pushed into her.

They gasped in unison… both taking in the delightful feeling. “Oh my Lady!” Frodo exclaimed, as he started to pull back for another drive. Arwen was very tight… Frodo had been afraid that he might not please her, but he found that she was a lovely fit for him. He began to thrust in and out of her dripping elven cunt, savoring the feel of it as it clenched around his cock.

Arwen grabbed handfuls of the bed sheets and clenched them in her fists, she was surprised at how well the hobbit filled her… and she loved the mere thought of him partaking in her in such an animal fashion. She let out a gentle moan, and this inspired Frodo to increase his pace.

The moonlight shone upon them through the windows as the young hobbit took the elf maiden from behind… her bountiful breasts swaying gently beneath her. Arwen began to whimper… and then she started to mutter something in elvish. Frodo hoped all was well!

“My Lady… uh… am I doing… something wrong?” He inquired.

“No!” Arwen nearly barked, disappointed he had slowed his pace. She cooed something in elvish, repeating what she had muttered before… she glanced over her shoulder. “It means… harder!” She said, with a wicked smile on her lips.

Frodo eagerly obeyed, and began to violently piston in and out of
her.

“Yes!” Arwen hissed, reveling in the sensations. Arwen began to moan and coo in her native tongue, and for his part the halfing obediently fucked her. Now the hobbit was pounding her with all of his might, Arwen’s breasts swayed wildly as his pelvis slapped repeatedly against her shapely rear. Frodo felt himself very near to the edge… he envisioned himself emptying his seed deep inside her, but knew he must soon pull out.

“Uh… uh… uh, Frodo… oh! Frodo!” Arwen cried, as she felt her own climax nearing.

“Uh! Oh… my lady…” Frodo began to grunt, he wanted to warn her of his impending climax… he didn’t have the willpower to pull himself out of her.

“Frodo! Frodo… uh… harder… Frodo!” Arwen pleaded, with heavy lust in her own voice.

Frodo obeyed… now he was fucking the Evenstar wildly with all his might! The room filled with quiet grunts and moans, it was all either of them could do to keep from shouting… the very sound of their flesh slapping together was terribly arousing… Frodo’s Halfling rod plunged in and out of the Lady Arwen’s wet cunt harder, and harder, and harder!

Arwen wanted to scream! She had not anticipated Frodo having such endurance! The resilient hobbit was proving to be a wonderful lover, and she was a little disappointed that he would never have her again. “yes… YES! Mas… UH! ..ter Baggi uh… uh… uh! Ins! Oh
Frodo! Yes!” Arwen urged him on, barely coherent.

Suddenly Frodo felt it… there was no escaping it, it was too late to pull out of her now! Frodo’s orgasm struck him like a ton of bricks, pleasure like he had never felt before washed over his body, as he erupted inside of her! Instinctively he kept pumping her, his seed flowing into her body even as Arwen reached a climax of her own. Frodo pulled out of her as more of his seed spurted out of his cock, he felt so utterly exhausted, but it was as though he had climbed up to heaven itself! He closed his eyes… envisioning what had just happened in his mind.

Frodo’s eyes snapped open as he felt his cock come alive with sensations once more! There, with her lovely head between his legs, was the Lady Arwen gently sucking on his cock. She gazed deep into his eyes as she ministered to his now limp organ… she pulled it out of her mouth once to lick her lips, and then she took It in once again. Arwen skillfully bobbed her head up and down, licking his entire shaft, blowing gently on his stiffening penis and kissing it on the head. Frodo felt his cock growing hard again! He placed his hands gently on her hair, reveling in the intense sensations.

Arwen was immensely pleased with herself at the hobbit’s reaction. She had a skillful tongue, and prided herself in the way she could please with her lips… the gift she now gave to the ringbearer was a gift she had bestowed upon Aragorn many times before… and she had much practice in it. Her ministrations grew more intense as Frodo’s erection grew. She could easily take all of the hobbit’s length into her mouth (though it was barely shorter than a man’s). She bobbed her head wildly, giving him her best as she continued her lusty blowjob.

Frodo groaned with pleasure, but he was anxious to have her pussy again! He felt inhibition leaving him, and dared to speak it aloud. “My Lady…” He began.

Arwen pulled him out of her mouth and lifted her head. “Yes Milord?” She said, with that wicked smile on her lips again.

“I… I want you again! I wish to take you again!” He blurted out, and then felt ashamed for his forwardness.

“No.” Said Arwen, watching as disappointment began to cloud over
Frodo’s face. “This time master hobbit, I shall take you!” And as she said it she pushed him over and swung her legs over him, straddling his body.

Before Frodo could speak she plunged down upon his erection. He gasped at the feeling of her pussy, it was every bit as wonderful as it had been before. Arwen looked into his eyes and smiled as she began to ride him. Frodo laid back and relaxed as the Evenstar gracefully and expertly rode his cock, both of them breathing heavily as it happened. Arwen new exactly how to move to please him, it was as though she could read his thoughts! It had to be the single most remarkable thing Frodo had ever experienced… but soon he felt another orgasm beginning to take him.

“My Lady! I’m going to… to!” he began to protest.

“Shh!” Arwen placed a finger on his lips as she continued to move her body over his. “Let it happen… it will be well in the end… uh… mmh…”

Frodo came inside her again… his second not quite as strong as the first, but a healthy load of his seed still pumped out of his cock into her waiting cunt. Arwen climbed off of him and stroked him with her hand, watching as the last of his semen spurted from his cock. Frodo sighed and closed his eyes. He layed there for several moments in shear contentment. “My Lady… it was wonderful! Oh how I wish! But I thank you so much for what you have given me tonight!” He said.

All he heard was silence. He opened his eyes and saw she was no longer by him. He looked around the room in desperation, trying to see where she had gone to… and at last he found her. Arwen stood the same place she had come in, her cloak wrapped about her and the moonlight dancing across her hair.

The Evenstar spoke. “Frodo… I hope I have been some comfort to you tonight. Remember this always, but keep the knowledge of it to yourself… I am glad to have given you the warmth of a woman’s touch before your perilous journey.” And with that she drew the cloak tighter about her, and stepped over the railing into the garden, leaving him alone in the room.

Frodo sighed and covered himself with the bed sheets… he stared wistfully at the doorway to the porch, all the while playing absent mindedly with the chain around his neck… his finger tapping gingerly on the ring. He laid back staring at the ceiling, his mind completely and utterly overwhelmed at the thought of what he had just done… and whom he had done it with…


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