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A Night of Firsts	By : ladythor Category: -Fourth Age to Modern times and beyond > Het - Male/Female Views: 4910 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: All characters and setting belong to J. R. R. Tolkien and the Tolkien estate. I merely play in his magical sandbox.

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- 1-A Night of Firsts
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A.N. All rights to The Lord of the Rings, Eomer, and Lothiriel belong to J. R. R. Tolkien and his estates. I make no money or profits off of this, and it is purely for my own enjoyment. I wrote this at the behest of a friend who is in love with this pairing.... First foray into the wide world of adult fanfic. ;)

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Lothiriel shivered a little as the wind picked up. She brushed stray hair out of her face and took another deep breath. Rohan was not as temperate as the sea, but she could not help but finding herself slowly falling in love with the land, just as she had done with its king. As if reading her thoughts, the blonde horse-lord stepped behind her, draping his cloak over her shoulders. She turned, smiling up at him as she placed her hand in his.

"Forgive me, my love, but I needed to escape for a moment's peace and quiet."

Eomer glanced over his shoulder toward the feasting hall in Edoras, before looking back down at his new bride. "There is no need to apologize... I think they have long since ceased celebrating our union, and have turned instead to celebrating mead."

Lothiriel laughed and snuggled a little closer to Eomer. "If I had known that my lord would have excused me, perhaps I might have left earlier... and perhaps I might I have begged him to come with me." She smiled teasingly up at him, and he rewarded her with a kiss.

"Aye, and if I had known you were waiting for my commands, I can assure you that neither of us would be shivering right now," he replied with a smirk.

Lothiriel stepped back, ducking her head shyly, though still looking up into his eyes. "He may command me now, if he wishes..." Her innocent expression was nearly betrayed by the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

Eomer's eyes glinted in the starlight. He lowered his voice, stepping ever so much closer to the swan maiden in front of him. "He wishes..." He trailed off, ravishing her with his eyes, before swooping her up into his arms. She opened her mouth to reply but a finger over her lips silenced her. She blushed more under his gaze, and thought she could almost count the beats of his heart that it took for them to arrive in their room.

Eomer wasted no time in walking to their chamber, and firmly, but gently, laying Lothiriel onto the bed. She, in turn, pulled him down next to her, laughing softly as she showered his face with kisses. The new king of Rohan rolled on top of his bride, trailing his kisses down her face toward her neck, grunting softly as she began to tug at the lacing on his tunic. Lothiriel captured his lips with hers and hissed in frustration when she realised she had simply worked a knot into the ties.

Eomer smirked, grabbed her wrists gently, and pinned them by her sides. "Having some trouble there, darling?"

"No," she replied, pouting slightly. "But, I think I prefer you without a shirt."

Eomer smirked more. "Anything for my Queen." He released her hands, and proceeded to whip the shirt off over his head, tossing it toward a random corner of the room.

Lothiriel's gaze wandered over his chest. The contours of his muscles and the faint lines of scars were no unfamiliar sight for her, but here in the candlelight, the realisation that he was finally and completely her Eomer dawned on her, her and her mouth went dry. She swallowed, licking her lips hungrily and provocatively, smiling shyly up at him. "I like it when you call me your queen."

Eomer leaned toward her, the heat of his breath brushing against her neck, as he murmured, "And I like it when your lips are doing something other than talking... like kissing me."

Lothiriel wasted no time in capturing his lips with hers once more, before she teased her tongue down his throat. Eomer grunted again, arching his neck for her, as he slipped his hands behind her. She felt so delicate beneath him. Rather than waste time inadvertently knotting the lacing of her dress, he ripped the fabric in one swift movement, provoking a gasp from his beloved. He simply smirked down in reply before pulling the dress down her shoulders and past her breasts.

The new queen of Rohan whimpered slightly as the crisp evening air wafted over her now bare skin, and Eomer did not wait for an invitation as he gazed approvingly over her quickly peaking nipples. He brushed his fingertips across her breasts, grinning down at her as she burst into giggles and squirmed beneath his touch.

"D..don't... Eomer, that tickles!"

He smirked. "Would you prefer I use another... appendage...?"

She groaned and poked his chest. "Only if it's in your mouth," she said, smiling innocently up at him.

That was all the encouragement he needed, before he leaned down and flicked his tongue against her nipples. She gasped in pleasure, tangling her hands in his hair and pulling him closer as she arched into his mouth. Any retorts that either of them had planned died on their lips.

The time that passed in such manner was lost to their count, until Lothiriel pushed him back with a gasp, laughing all the while. Eomer looked curiously down at her, and she affected a pout.

"Did you not like that, my Queen?" he asked, a trace of worry entering his voice.

She shook her head vigorously. "No, your hair, it just tickled..."

Eomer blinked at her for a moment before pulling her sharply up and and ripping the rest of her dress off. She wasted no time in doing the same with his pants, before he tossed her back on the bed, pausing a moment to watch as her hair floated about her. He reached down and picked up a strand of hair between his fingers, kissing it reverently before turning his attention toward her breasts, and beginning a long descent of kisses down her body.

The swan maiden writhed underneath him, tangling one hand in his hair as she traced her fingertips across his shoulders and collarbone. Her breathing grew swiftly heavier, and as she caressed him, his kisses grew harder and more needing. He dragged his lips over her mound and turned his tongue to the delicate skin of her inner thighs, ignoring her plaintive moans.
"E..Eomer... d..don't!" she whimpered, trying desperately to sound commanding, though landing rather far from the mark.

She could feel his lips smirk against her skin, but he showed no mercy as he flicked his tongue lightly against her legs before exhaling hotly over her pussy. Lothiriel whimpered again, and this time Eomer rewarded her with a brief nip at her clit before plunging his tongue inside her. For the briefest moment, the newlyweds were grateful for the thick walls built in Edoras, for the cry the new Queen of Rohan let out was both ravenous and desperate. Her nails scraped at his skin and he shuddered into her body at the sensation. The horse lord continued to tantalize her with his tongue, until she was on the very brink of explosion.

Driven by ardor and lust, Lothiriel grabbed at Eomer's shoulders and jerked him up toward her, ravishing his face with kisses in a reckless frenzy. He hungrily returned her affections and their ragged breaths mingled in a symphony of passions. Unable to control herself any longer, the swan maiden twisted, slipping her hand down to grab his cock and wrapping her slender fingers around it. Her breasts heaved with a sigh of desire as she began to squirm her hand eagerly about him. Eomer gasped sharply at the sudden touch, slamming his hands down on her shoulders and gripping her firmly. He had waited long enough for this moment, and now that it was upon him, he was desperate to not lose control too quickly - though from the quivering of his beloved's hips, he knew neither of them were willing to delay further.

Jerking her hand away from his cock, he plunged inside her, enveloping her mouth with his to muffle her cry. In turn, she clenched sharply around him, as she awkwardly bucked her hips up to meet him. The brief stab of pain she felt upon his entrance was quickly displaced by enticing jolts of pleasure wafting their way through her body. She struggled to meet his thrusting, but he slid his hands to her hips and stilled them in his strong grasp, shaking his head ever so slightly.

"N..no... technique... can come later..." he whispered hoarsely, grunting against her. "Just... enjoy it... let... me fuck you."

Lothiriel nodded her voiceless agreement and closed her eyes, giving into the thrills he was sending all around her. Eomer shuddered against her and she could feel his rhythm falter even more. He slid a rough and gentle hand against her, squirming his fingers for a long moment before they came to rest on the nub he was searching for, and once again he enveloped her mouth to swallow her shrieks of ecstasy. He waited until she began to clench in a pounding combination of bliss and desperation, but could not control himself any longer. This moment had been too long in the waiting and he had used up his self-control. Nursing hard on her neck, he groped her breasts firmly with one hand, whilst continuing to rub her clit with the other. He had barely time to take a breath before he exploded hard within her, groaning and clutching her hips. Collapsing against her, the spent king gathered her in his arms, breathing raggedly as they trembled against one another. Her breathing still desperate, Lothiriel could only nod in reply to the silent question Eomer held in his eyes.

She couldn't maintain her strength for long, however, and it took barely a few moments for the new queen of Rohan to close her eyes and sink into the arms of her husband, oblivious to all else around her. Eomer, in turn, sighed contentedly, rested his head against hers, and let himself join her in sleep, thoroughly satisfied with the evening's affairs.
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