The King's Pleasure

The King's Pleasure

Posted: February 24, 2006
Title: The King's Pleasure
Author: Caz
Type: FCS, FCHet
Characters: Aragorn/Arwen/Eowyn
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I did not and never will receive any money from writing about Prof Tolkien's creations; I just wish I did. I quite happily acknowledge these characters belong morally to Prof Tolkien and legally to New Line Cinema.
Timeline: 4 th Age Gondor
Warnings: Mild BDSM
Beta: Ashlyn
Summary: The King, Queen and Wife of the Steward have some fun.
Author's Notes: For her Pendragon

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Eowyn glanced up from between Arwen's pale, creamy thighs, her chin glistening with juices and a seductive smile planted on her lips. Both Human and Elven women looked over to the third person in the room. There, kneeling naked on the floor, with hands bound firmly behind his back, sweat pouring down his face and body, a gag in his mouth and a thin leather cord wrapped around his straining, erect cock, was High King Elessar Telcontar, ruler of all men of Middle Earth. His dark, penetrating gaze was fixed upon Arwen, the daughter of Elrond of Imladris, the woman who had renounced her mortality to be with him, and the breathtakingly beautiful Elven lady who lay with legs spread enjoying the ministrations of Eowyn, niece of Théoden of Rohan and sister of Eomer, Rohan's new king, now the wife of the Steward of Gondor.

Eowyn rose to a crouch as Arwen stood up, rather unshakily. Eowyn was more than adept at bringing her high queen pleasure. Arwen walked over to Elessar and sank down on one elegant knee to look him in the eye.

"Do you see clearly from there?" her voice was deep, measured and melodious.

Mutely, he nodded. Almost absently, she stroked his sweat-slicked hair back from his face, his green eyes dilated with lust.

"Do you feel aroused by the sight of Gondor's Queen being licked and caressed to orgasm by the wife of Gondor's Steward?"

Again Elessar nodded, his cock twitching in agreement. Arwen noticed the movement and gently grasped the King's rod in her fist and began gently to rub up and down. In spite of the gag, Elessar moaned.

"Do you want to be able to join us on the bed, to fuck us, to be with us, for us to make love with you?" her voice was quieter but sharper this time. She continued to stroke his hard shaft with smooth and slender hands.

Once more the king nodded his agreement.

"Then you will have to do as you have been bid or we will simply please ourselves and you won't be allowed to come." The fingers of one hand trailed over the ends of the cord binding his cock, preventing his release until its removal, her other hand traced the outline of the gag between his teeth.

Elessar jerked in shock as another set of hands started to caress his back. He had been concentrating so hard on his wife and tormentor, that he hadn't noticed Eowyn leave the bed and cross the few steps over to them. Her sweet breath tickled against his neck and her hands moved around him to the front of his body, her delicate fingers rubbing over sensitive nipples, and then down to his groin.

"Not doing as you're told, my King? Hmm, I think we shall have to do something about that." Eowyn's sultry whisper caressed him as she smiled over his shoulder at Arwen. Like a wraith she quickly slid around Elessar so that they were now face to face, eyes of bluish-green-gold filled with hunger. "I want you to watch what I do. I don't want you to close your eyes. Arwen will watch you to make sure you do as you are told."

Eowyn leant forward and cheekily kissed the end of Elessar's nose before leaning down and capturing his hard cock between her lips, her tongue wrapping around the sensitive head. She looked up and caught Elessar's eye. Seeing that he was doing as she'd instructed she took more of his length into her mouth. As she sucked and licked the king's shaft, Arwen started to caress Eowyn, her hands cupping and holding Eowyn's breasts before sliding down her firm, lean body to her hot, damp cunt. Eowyn purred in pleasure as Arwen's nimble fingers probed the fleshy lips of her sex, into her centre and then forwards to her clitoris, massaging it and sending frissons of pleasure through her body. Her purrs vibrated through to Elessar's cock, still caught in the tight hotness of her mouth.

Suddenly Arwen grasped Eowyn's hand and drew her away from Elessar and back towards the bed. Eowyn fell backwards, legs hanging over the side of the bed and this time it was Arwen between spread legs, burying her face into Eowyn's crotch, her tongue and lips licking and sucking at Eowyn's sex. Arwen with juices running down her chin, Arwen fingering her own cunt, caught in the throes of lust that the human aroused in her.

Elessar could do nothing but watch, gagged and bound as he was. It was a vision, no matter how often it had been played out, never failed to fill him with lust. His cock stood stiff and thick against his stomach, his balls full and aching with unspent seed, needing to explode. He leaned forward, eager to see what the women would allow him, eager to join with them, waiting for them to take pity on his unfulfilled desire. At that moment Eowyn came hard, a shout of pleasure echoing throughout the thick stone chamber.

As Eowyn's breathing slowed, Arwen once again came back to Elessar. Again she crouched down in front of him.

"Did you like what you saw?"

A nod in the affirmative.

"Do you want to come?"

Another nod.

"Do you want to come to bed now?"

Elessar's head bobbed forward, as did his thick length.

"Very well, I think you have behaved well enough for this."

Arwen stood up, walked around her husband and untied his hands. Elessar rubbed at his wrists to restore feeling into the no-longer bound limbs as Arwen untied his gag. He licked his lips; they were dry from the gag. He followed Arwen back to the bed, his cock still bound and aching.

Together, they sank into a mass of tangled limbs and hair, their bodies intertwining and thrusting in the heat of lust. Lips and hands caressed and teased, breathing came hard and heavy. As Elessar felt almost weak from thwarted desire, he felt hands around his shaft and dampened fingers pressing between his buttocks. As Arwen sucked and caressed his length, Eowyn eased two fingers into his opening, aiming for his prostate. As her fingers brushed over the little bundle of nerves, Elessar shouted hoarsely, his voice rough with need. Arwen released the cord around his cock and Elessar came with force, his shaft pumping down his wife's throat. As one, they tiredly, but happily, sank back onto the pillows.

"You know something?" said Eowyn, spent need slurring her voice.

"No, what?" replied Elessar.

"I should really invite Faramir along one of these days."

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THE END

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