Gentle fingers touched her shoulder.
Eowyncaught somewhere between sleeping and wakinginstinctively
pulled away; but the hand, sliding down to her waist, drew her
close and held her.
Soft lips brushed her ear. Shhhhh.
They had made love alreadya tender reconciliationbut
her elf, it seemed, needed more than that; and as his warm breath
teased her neck, sending shivers through her limbs, she felt him
press his erectionlong and hardbetween her thighs.
No, she whispered, though its firm caress was unbearably
sweet, I want to see you.
He pulled away, letting her turn onto her back; then, carefully
nudging her legs apart, he knelt between her knees.
Oh, how beautiful he was!
By the light of the stars, filtering through the canvas of her
little hut, Eowyn watched him unlace the waistband of his close-fitting
leggings and slide them off.
She reached out eagerly. But Legolas seized her ankles and placed
her feet on his bare hips and, running his hands firmly down her
thighs, moved in closer. Guide me, he whispered.
So she curled her fingers around him, and drew him down to her
core, shifting her hips until
Ohhh. Legolas sank himself inside her and
began to thrust, slowly. Oh. Valar.
He arched his back and pushed himself deeper.
And his strokes grew shorter, but faster, and more urgent.
And Eowyn, clawing the ground beside her, could not tear her
eyes from himfrom his face, frowning with determination;
from his muscles, taut with fucking her; from the beads
of sweat running down his throat and chest; from the glimpses
of his thick shaft, entirely possessing her body.
And, suddenly, he caught her by the ankles and lifted her legs
high, and his penis found some animal part of her and set it free,
and she thrashed beneath him, jamming her hand into her mouth
to stifle her own scream.
And her elf hunched over herhis long, pale hair brushing
her breastsand he groaned, and groaned again, and his hot,
wet seed poured into her belly.