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Mine Was the Choif Luf Luthien	By : Aragorn4Prez Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 5898 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Arwen slipped into her chambers, content. Aragorn was back, and she'd been missing him terribly. Elrond had noticed her dejection, of course, and he didn't like to see it.

'Well, now I'll be happy again,' she thought.

Who knew how long the Ranger and his small companions would stay? The mortal who'd stolen her heart...
The Elven princess' thoughts were interrupted by a booted step behind her. All Elves wore silent slippers, so... she turned.

A simple "Siulad, menammin" from Aragorn Elessar, the man who would be king-- courtly, but oh so loving. The formal greeting between them when her brother had brought back Frodo had been almost painful-- now she could really welcome him home.
Arwen flew into her lover's arms, relishing the caress of them after so many years. She felt, as usual, all her cares slipping into oblivion with his strong, skilled arms encircling her slender waist. She tilted her head up, and he was already looking at her, his eyes holding hers until she almost couldn't catch her breath, even though their lips hadn't met.
Just then, he leaned down slightly and his lips brushed hers. She captured them with her mouth, hungrily kissing him like she'd been wanting to do for ages. This was all that mattered-- it was the only thing going on in Middle Earth at that moment. They forgot Frodo's life was in danger, that the Ringwraiths would soon be back, that Sauron's great Eye might be watchingm atm at this very second, that three other small hobbits from the Shire didn't know what they'd gotten themselves into. Now, now... all that existed in the universe was their love.
Aragorn's tongue parted Arwen's lips, sliding inside and playing with hers. Arwen restrained a moan, enjoying his mouth on hers. His hand slid up her back; expertly but deliberately undoing the fastenings at the back of her dress. Goosebumps traveled down her spine when his fingers brushed her skin. Her hands, resting on his hips, began to move as well.
She held his face in her hands for a moment, rubbing her fingers along his manly stubble. This was her lover; the Ranger, the heir to the throne of Gondor, the greatest Man in Middle-Earth. She began unbuttoning his tunic-- the one her father had given him to wear before he left Rivendell last time. Making short order of the tunic, she continued downward.
Aragorn only intensified their embrace, his tongue insisting he'd never let her go. Her dress was completely unfastened, her back exposed to the air. His hands roamed the surface of it, caressing her skin. Her hands made short order of the fastenings on his pants, but she didn't slide them down. Instead, she simply made the first move-- she slid her hands inside his pants and cupped his manhood with both hands.
His moan was barely perceptible, but she could feel the response in her loins. She bego mao massage him, soo slowly. His hands moved up to her shoulders, catching the fabric of her dress and sliding it downward. Their lips finally broke apart, and both were gasping for air. The satiny material of her gown slipped effortlessly to the floor, revealing her perfectly formed body. He gasped softly, seeing her.
Her thumbs hooked his pants and slid them down to top her dress. Taking advantage of his unoccupied arms, Arwen tugged off his tunic and it joined the pile of clothing as well. Her hands, warm with the life-force that was the Evenstar, roamed his broad chest, gently and sensually massaging.

Aragorn's cock responded to her touch, the energy from her elven fingers seeming to be riveted directly between his legs. She watched its stiffening, her lips turning up a little in a gentle smile. She'd missed his nice, thick penis.
He scooped Arwen's slim body into his arms and crossed the room to her bed. Laying her down gently on her back, she still clung to him-- not wanting him to be far away. Their lips locked again, hot and steamy. His hands slid between her legs, and she opened them readily. Her cunt was already wet, and he inhaled appreciatively. Warm sex, the sexiest smell in the world.
He brushed a finger over her clit, rubbing. She moaned, reaching for his cock. Her fingers roamed his penis; stroking massaging until he was throbbing with his need for her. His thumb rubbed her clit directly while his forefinger slid inside her, deep. When it slid in easily, he added another-- burying his fingers deep within her pussy, his thumb driving her to the edge. Her back arched as she came-- she moaned softly. Not too intense, just nice.
His weight was supported now on his forearms as he leaned over her, their lips locked in a kiss that meant forever. Her fingers played with his balls, nice and hard. Breaking the lip-lock, she slid down the bed between his legs, taking his cock into her mouth.
She slid it past her lips, meeting the tip with her tongue. Her lips closed around the head, her tongue tapped and flicked over the tender underside. Already rock-hard, Aragorn moaned in ecstasy. Handsands were wrapped around his shaft, rubbing up and down. She began to turn her head back and forth, her lips still locked around his head, her tongue writing the alphabet just under the tip. She cupped a ball in each hand, squeezing gently. He moaned again, and she could feel him tightening, wanting to last longer. Enjoying his response, she continued her movements and began to hum, vibrating against his penis.
Aragorn restrained a cry as his cock jerked against his lover's mouth, and he shot his load of cum into her ready mouth. Arwen swallowed what she could, but some dribbled down her chin. When she'd drained him, she crawled back up, licking her lips appreciatively. He smiled at her, but didn't speak.
She was underneath him, and she spread her legs so her dripping wet cunt brushed over his limp cock. He flipped over onto his back, and she flipped and straddled him, her hot wetness covering his manhood. She leaned down and he kissed her. She was getting aroused just from the kiss-- he was amazing. She twined her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to herself. Their tongues entwined in the ancient mating dance, and she could feel this incredible man beginning once again to rise to the occasion.
She sat up, and his hands went to her breasts, each a handful. His thumbs rubbed constantly over her nippes, making gentle contact, while his other fingers roamed the round peaks. His strokes made her nipples hard, and he sat up slightly to take them into his mouth, sucking. She smiled, enjoying him.
He put his hands on her hips and lifted her off him, moving her to the bed. She lay on her back, and he leaned over her. She kissed him eagerly; her hands going to his cock, guiding him. She placed his tip inside her, and he surprised her by how ready he was. With one quick thrust he was inside, deep. She caught her breath quickly-- he stretched her a little.
Her legs wrapped around his ass, and they rocked into each other, rediscovering their own rythem. One of his hands covered her breast, fondling it. His tongue mimicked his cock, thrusting up and down in and out, getting faster as he could feel her about to orgasm.

"Cum for me, my king," she gasped, feeling his thick 9-inch cock sheathed inside her to the hilt. He grunted in response, and suddenly she cried out in pleasure when his hand slipped between them to massage her clit. He groaned, and she moaned as she came, her vagina clenching around him with her orgasm. Just then, he filled her womb with his hot seed, blasting her body with his cum. She could feel his essence filling her, and she loved it.
This was love-- this with him was worth giving up her immortality.
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