The power of the Ring | By : Satyr Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 57980 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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The camp of the Fellowship:
The ancient once-Hobbit following the Fellowship had his pull immensely strengthened for reasons he did not and could not understand. He also knew he had to be cautious, that the Wizard might know of his presence but he could not give the nasties with the biting swords and bows the chances to take him again.
He followed his instincts and some invisible whispering voice, the seductive call of his Precious.
A part of him that had known furtive couplings with Orc-maidens he'd captured under the Mountain began to reactivate and to twitch. Proximity to the Ring for millennia had given him an unusual mutation he was too lost to that exposure to see as such. His cock was massive enough that it was visible even when flaccid under his loincloth. It alone had almost gotten the Baggins killed back then, as he was horrified at what he'd muttered a few time was the appearance of a 'savage.'
Now.....now he was coming to a river where he saw a strange sight, very strange. An Elf-Maiden, nude as the day she was born, bathing and scrubbing herself clean under the bright moonlight. In the nighttime it was clear that she was starting to develop the green glow around her eyes that had been the first sign of the Precious's power over him. That part of him twitched very much and he decided to climb down from his tree.
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Arwen, for her part, had enjoyed a couple hours' worth of time with Frodo and Sam and then the group had journeyed far enough they were reaching the edge with the Wargs. She was concerned about the rate and pace of her desire, and she noted both herself and Frodo and Sam all benefited from proximity to Gandalf, whose latent power cloaked in a quasi-human form seemed to overawe whatever dread force was behind this. Thus after that first evening until this one she'd gone without and recovered at least some of who she was. Assuming Frodo did keep things when the Ring was gone, she'd already decided quite happily to go with him. Aragorn knew their fate, chose to defy it, why should she stick to it herself?
There was a spider-like scrambling and as she moved out of the water, river-water dripping down her body and her wet hair plastered to her back, Arwen saw movement and was then tackled by a being of shocking strength for so wirey a form.
"Yessss....you shall be mine, you have smelt the Preciousss...."
The sinister hissing was somewhere between Nazgul and snake and Arwen was too stunned by the tackle to resist as she quite ought to have done. Instead she remained shocked as those hands pulled her hair up like a handle and then as one of them held her hair, the other grasped her mouth as a massive cock, much longer than a man's and bigger than any other she'd taken slipped into her pussy.
"Will take you lotses of timeses. You are close to precioussss....and can get close to her again. Yesss...."
Gollum began to jackhammer into her and Arwen's green glow slowly faded in the shock and horror of the situation. For one of the few times outside Gandalf's proximity her vision returned to its proper blue and she was still unable to fight. Whatever manner of beast this was had strength far beyond its size and she knew how badly she could be hurt if she sought to resist. So that was precisely what she did not seek. Instead, staring into space, Arwen clenched her fists and waited for it to end. The monster did not disappoint, as he had never had a good fucking in centuries and his furtive encounters with Orcs did not count. Shrieking like a damned soul, he flooded Arwen's twat with his first load in his lifetime, the coupling not lasting more than a minute.
Arwen stared at the ground, hating that she regretted most not that it happened but that she wasn't given even the time to start building any pleasure from it, and that she was all muddy and dusty just after climaxing. The creature slipped out and caressed her hair with a mocking laugh saying "Soon Elf-girl, soon. The precious shall not be far from me."
Arwen remained as she was for a half-hour before picking herself up and bathing again. She slipped back on the trousers and rough blouse she wore, slipping beside Frodo.
As he gripped her waist and ass possessively, she sighed and slipped into a dreamless sleep. Something was indeed wrong, but what?
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