Genre: Het, tiny hint of femslash
Pairing: The pairing is for the Ultimate Elf Swap, it's a little vague at the
beginning - intentionally -, so I'm not telling. But they're not all Elves.
Whatever, you'll see
Warning: Sex, baby!
Rating: NC-17
Summary: swapping between canon couples, what else? I'm sure Tolkien is wishing
he could smite me from his grave.
Disclaimer: None of this is mine, of course.
Notes: Again, this is seriously the first fanfic I've ever completed. I don't
even know whether it's any good. So any concrit would actually be appreciated.
Oh, and I didn't have a beta look at it, so any mistakes are mine, all mine. Ah,
and I used a number of words in the columns of insanity, so there are extra
points added in for that.
She gasped as her lover ran his battle-roughened hands down the sides of her body and gripped her hips, lifting them to meet his hardened length. He paused, gazing down at her as she stretched her legs up, resting her feet near his shoulders, toes brushing the ends of his dark hair.
Grey eyes filled with lust, he slowly began to enter her. She moaned, back arching, reaching for him with her lower body, wanting all of him –now-. He resisted her urgings, holding her hips firmly, and slowly sliding more of his length into her. His hand reached out to squeeze and pinch her nipple, teasing her relentlessly.
"Now, please," came her cry, head turning restlessly and the moonlight from the Citadel window accentuating the dark waves of her hair and the curve of a delicately pointed ear.
"As my queen wishes," he replied, acquiescing to her demand and driving his member deeply into her with one hard thrust of his hips. Her fingers scrabbled for purchase on the sheets as he filled her completely.
`Aiya!' she thought, `he may be the Steward, but his scepter rivals that of the King!' She had to suppress a giggle at that thought, but it was quickly wiped from her mind as Faramir, Steward of Gondor, withdrew from her, then just as quickly slammed back into her again.
A sigh, then a moan, caught her attention.
"Look at them, my queen. See their pleasure?" he murmured, reaching out to graze his finger over the pointed tip of her ear, causing her to shudder in pleasure as she gazed at the sight beside her on the large bed.
Long, honey-gold hair hung in waves over both the bodies. Eowyn, Princess of Ithilien, was on her knees, as was the King behind her. She rubbed her curved bottom against the King's arousal. He reached his hands up, caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples into hardened nubs. His hands gripped her more tightly as she continued caressing his member with her bottom, and reaching back to slide her hands over his slim hips.
Arwen was entranced by the sight. Her husband's muscular body was outlined by the silver moonlight. His lips dipped to Eowyn's neck, licking and nipping along the skin where her neck curved into her shoulder. Eowyn's golden tresses covered Aragorn's chest and neck when she tossed her head back in pleasure; the King had slid his hand down her body, slipping a digit into the warmth of her body, teasing her sensitive nub.
Arwen was pulled away from the sight as the Steward again withdrew from her body and began working in and out of her in a steady rhythm. She gazed down the line of her body, watching him slide in and out of her, their mingled juices coating the length of him and glistening in the faint light. Her left hand reached up to grip the headboard, giving herself more leverage to meet her lover's body. Her right hand convulsed on the bed, gripping the sheets and reaching for something with which to anchor herself as Faramir continued thrusting into her body.
A hand gripped hers, a softer, smaller hand than that of either man. Arwen opened eyes she did not realize she had closed, to find the hand was that of the Princess of Ithilien. Eowyn was on her hands and knees, chest pushed down til the tips of her small, tight breasts brushed the sheets, the King pressed in behind her. He gripped a handful of her hair, pulling her head back slightly as he rode her body.
Gazing into Eowyn's soft brown eyes, Arwen shifted her head closer to Eowyn's face. Aragorn noticed the movement with his gleaming grey eyes, and releasing his grip on Eowyn's blond waves, thrust his shaft deep enough, hard enough, into the Princess's body that he moved her forward a few inches, forcing her to release Arwen's hand as she steadied herself.
Those few inches were all it took. Eowyn's face now hovered directly over Arwen's. The queen reached up with her free hand, caressing the Princess's cheek, tracing the line of her lips. Even as both women moaned, that fiery feeling began to swell low in both of their bodies. After Faramir drew back from a particularly violent thrust, Arwen lifted her head, brushing her lips over Eowyn's.
The uncertainty in Eowyn's eyes disappeared, replaced with the lusty glow of desire. Seeing the look, Arwen slid her hand behind the Princess's neck, pulling her down for a deep kiss.
Both men faltered for a moment, caught in the sight of the kiss. The golden hair of Eowyn mingling with the raven locks of the queen as it fell forward. The pale, elven glow of the queen's skin contrasting with the sun-kissed body of the shield-maiden of Rohan.
But the rhythm of the men's bodies quickly returned, lust heightened by the sight before them.
Faramir grasped Arwen's hips tighter, lifting them higher, arching her back and allowing him an angle where he could graze over that special spot inside her. Arwen broke the kiss, crying out as he stroked himself heavily over her, again and again.
The King had gripped Eowyn's hips tighter, then pushed her upper body closer to the bed with one hand. Then, bracing himself over her body with that hand, he reached around her with the other, sliding his fingers over her wet folds and finding the core of her body. It was Eowyn's turn to cry out as Aragorn pounded deeply into her from behind and worked her body with his fingers.
Their mingling cries seemed to incite the men, and they pressed their bodies into the women faster, harder. The women pumped back at their lovers, all the while sharing desperate kisses.
Arwen could tell by Faramir's faltering rhythm that he was close to completion, as was she. She met him stroke for stroke, until that pulsing warmth spread up and through her body, causing her to call out, causing stars to pass before her eyes.
As she came, she heard other cries and moans of pleasure. Aragorn growled deeply in his throat as he spilled himself deep in Eowyn's body. Eowyn's hoarse cries poured from her as the warm feeling of intense pleasure flooded through her body. And Faramir moaned heavily as, with one final, deep stroke, he spilled his seed into the queen's quivering body.
As she finally seemed to come back to herself from the haze where her mind had floated, Arwen realized a sweat-slickened body lay half on top of her, while a warm breath tickled her opposite cheek.
Opening her eyes, she found Faramir had collapsed on top of her, head buried in the curve of her neck, his chest heaving. Turning her head slightly, she saw it was Eowyn's breath that burned across her cheek. Aragorn had collapsed also, moving to the side so his body still cupped Eowyn's from behind.
Faramir turned his head to gaze at the sated lovers, while Aragorn reached out a hand to caress his wife's cheek. Eowyn smiled saucily and leaned her head forward to give Arwen a final brush of her lips.
With a drowsy smile, Arwen snuggled in closer among the warm bodies surrounding her and announced, "The ways of Men are new to me, but I believe I will enjoy the process of learning all about them."
Fin.