Arwen's eyes sagged as she listened dully to the ranting between her husband, King Aragorn and his 'guest', GrimLord Torl Bain. For once the bellowing between her Lord Aragorn and the visiting barbarian king took the eyes of Bain's troop off her. With a dismissive shake of her head she listened as they howled back and forth over disputed lands or some such. Turning her eyes to the side, she noticed the one that had not diverted his attention from her.

Tobias stood guard by the door, his clear blue eyes peering from beneath his helm, not watching any of Bain's men, but instead fixated on the gentle curves of Queen Arwen. He was already scheming in his mind about how he would get her alone again after the meeting, the sweet feel of her juices still on his member from their brief tossle before this council session. Tightening his grip on his sword, he gazed at her, wishing she would turn his way for but a moment, but he was patient.

Resuming her vague attention on the heated debate between her husband and the barbarian king, Arwen considered what to do about Tobias. She was very fond of his attentions, but his lust was making him indiscreet. Why just before the meeting he had snuck her away and took her in an empty room. She even heard Aragorn and his guards pass by as Tobias furiously screwed her against a cold stone wall. With a curl of a smile and a subtle glare to Aragorn, she thought perhaps Tobias wasn't so bad after all. No, he has gotten out of hand, she'd have to figure out something to do about him.

After another long hour of bellowing and threats between King Aragorn and GrimLord Bain, the various chancellors convinced the two heated Lords to adjourn for the night. Aragorn was so incensed that he strode away, not even waiting for his entourage or even his weary Queen. In due course Arwen made her way from the hall in the midst of other officials and nobles of import. As she was briefly discussing the events with a wizened guildLord, her arm was grasped firmly but gently. "M'Lady Arwen, you seem fatigued, might I escort you?" asked a familiar voice. Turning, Arwen saw the handsome clear-eyed face of Tobias regarding her with poorly disguised admiration. "Yes...In a moment." Arwen replied, gently disengaging herself from Tobias's grip. The wizened guildLord raised an eyebrow at this rather familiar guard, certainly being improper just grasping no less than the Queen of the realm in such a brusque manner. Arwen gave the guildLord an embarrassed smile, finishing their conversation that concluded with an agreement that war is once again at hand.

Turning to Tobias, Arwen swept past him, the loyal guard following closely in his jingling armor and leathers. In a breathy whisper, Arwen said, "You must learn to stay your eagerness..."

"Yes Queen, of course you are right." Tobias replied, intoxicated by the scent of Mynari perfume trailing the Elven Queen, his eyes traveling up and down her body from behind, watching her ass sway under the full gown.

Going down a dimly lit hall, Arwen continued, "You put us both at risk, you have to measure your feelings."

Looking around, seeing no one about, only the sounds of chatter drifting in from remote hallways, Tobias once again firmly grasped Arwen's arm, pushing her up against the wall. Arwen jerked in the strong grip of the soldier, thudding up against the stone wall, eyes flared, shocked from the rapid jerking as if she was some sort of doll. Before she could berate her foolish guard, Tobias crushed his lips against her neck, licking and sucking hungrily, devouring her satiny skin, tasting the forest on the Elven beauty. He pressed her against the wall, grasping her soft breast in his gloved grip. Arwen gasped, eyes sagging, "Ahh...Idiot...," voice trailing off into a moan as she felt the hot lips on her neck. Looking back and forth down the empty hall, she twisted half-heartedly in his grasp, body reacting to the pawing and rubbing over her perky breast. "No...Tobias, no."

Tobias was hearing none of it, snapping open a button on the front of her dress and plunging his hand inside, over her bare soft tit. With a growl he pulled his hand out, using his teeth to strip off the glove, his other arm holding Arwen's slender body to his before sliding his bare hand back into her dress, rubbing her hot globe. "Stop..." Arwen whined as her nipple stiffened, putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing him back. For a moment he just stared at her, and the obsession in his handsome blue eyes sent a heated flush through her. He then pushed her hand off his chest, taking the back of her head and kissed her roughly, his tongue burrowing into her mouth. Arwen trembled and kissed back hotly, licking his tongue, moaning into his mouth as her breast was rubbed and squeezed. Tobias pulled his hand from within her gown, sliding it down her body to cup and squeeze her delicate ass, feeling over the curve of it, rubbing deeply behind her to her inner thigh. Arwen moaned in response, kissing deeper, about to wrench herself away from this despite how truly good it felt. To her horror she heard the unmistakable sounds of a buckle being undone, Tobias still thrusting his tongue into her mouth, kissing her chin and neck. "Tobias no, please." Arwen begged, again looking up and down the empty hallway. She had to stop this madness, take control of this, get him into a chamber, anywhere but here.

"Shh...please...I need you Arwen, I love you," Tobias huffed as his hot breath went over her neck as he kissed her. Arwen once again pressed her hands against him, but he roughly thudded her back against the wall, now reaching down and lifting her gown, hiking it high up her thighs, exposing her slender pale legs to his rough fingers. 

"You're mad! You'll get us killed!" Arwen hissed, not knowing what to do. Tobias was lost, completely addicted to the need to be inside her Elven body, he'd rape her if he had to, she could see that, then they'd be doomed. Arwen gasped as her ass was taken and she was lifted up, her eyes widening at the feel of Tobias's strong cock slapping against the insides of her thighs, her legs being spread on either side of his muscled body. In a final desperate attempt at sanity, her fingers gripped his hair and pulled his head back from her neck. She was about to protest when with an angry lunge he thrust forward, spearing his hard prick deep into her satiny elfin pussy, the feel of her intimate Elven incomparable to that of a human. The words fled her as her eyes glazed, body jerking from Tobias's hard thrusts. Her grip on his hair lightened until she was merely stroking his head, legs wrapping around him tightly.

Tobias groaned into her neck, hands under her ass, kneading it hard, Arwen's gown bunched up between them as he thrust like mad inside her, jamming in and out of the wet heat of her royal pussy. With hot hard thuds he fucked up into the object of his obsession, pulling her at him as he pressed deeply inside her, skewering her with his hard cock.

Arwen clenched her fingers on him, digging in his hair, holding his back as he pumped inside her. Scared and intensely excited she looked this way and that, fully expecting Aragorn to round a corner any second and make her pay for her betrayal. As the wet heat in her pussy grew from the heavy fucking, her legs clenched tighter, squeezing him tight in her quim. Yes, she had to make him cum as fast as she could, that was the only way to stop this, or so she told herself. With tight deep grinds she started thrusting her hips at him, her calves against his legs, pulling him up and into her.

Hot wet lips found Arwen's ear, sucking on it and whispering as Tobias slathered his tongue over her sculpted tip, "Yes, I knew you wanted me too, you love me as much as I love you." Tobias thrust faster into her, driven insane by the feeling of her velvety pussy, her legs around him, urging him on. Arwen ground her pussy down hard around him, feeling their bodies merged completely, panting in his ear as she sweat into her gown. "Yes...yes..." she mewled into his ear, her pussy spasming and clenching tightly over him fucking tightly onto his cock. She wanted to scream as she came, but bit into the leather of his shoulder armor, growling into it, long raven hair spilling down his side as her pussy quivered and gushed over him.

"Gods!", grunted Tobias as he felt her cumming, the wet hot flow around his prick overwhelming him. With a few hard wild stabs into her silky sheath he held tight and came, spraying his hot ropes of cum deep inside her, claiming his Elven lady, and she was 'his' Elven lady. His hands squeezed and held her soft ass as he thrust slowly and deeply, spurting everything he had into her clenching pussy, groaning in ecstasy.

Arwen felt his releases, making her toes curl and legs clench. She purred and kissed his neck, and his head, gasping as she drained him of every glorious drop, feeling the wild thrill of another man spilling into her. For long moments they clung to each other, sweaty in the dark, still hallway. Then with a soft kiss, Arwen slid off of him gently, sighing as she felt his hot prick spring from her clasping pussy. She smoothed her gown down her legs as Tobias put away his sticky member, his eyes never leaving Arwen. She whispered "That was wonderful, but we must to go now." Tugging on his arm and hoping he would follow, which he did. When they returned to the chambers, the guards in front of it snapped to attention, seemingly oblivious to the disheveled appearance of the Elven Queen. "Thank you for escorting me Tobias." Arwen offered demurely, standing outside the door to her husband's room with Tobias's cum slowly dripping down her leg.

"Of course Queen Arwen." Tobias replied, bowing low before leaving, casting many looks over his shoulder. Arwen peeked in the room, finding it dark, her exhausted husband in bed, asleep for which she was infinitely thankful. Padding through the room, she went to the washtub and quietly bathed herself in the moonlight as she dreamed about the wicked encounter, and thought about how to handle her Tobias problem.

The next morning, as she idly spoke with Aragorn about the upcoming day, the insanity of the previous night hit her. That fool Tobias nearly got them both killed. Aragorn was a reasonable man, but not if he were to find his wife being ravished by some sweaty guard. Tobias was out of hand, she cared for him, but this obsession was more than she bargained for. Perhaps some space between them would give them perspective, but how? He was part of her personal guard, and of course had done nothing wrong.

After dressing in a fine white gown, complete with gold lace trimming and silver embroidery, she joined her husband in the great hall for yet another interesting day of debate and thinly veiled scorn between Aragorn and this GrimLord Bain. She wondered why Aragorn would even allow this travesty to go on, but actually she knew the reason was that the War of the Ring had left Gondor's army very depleted. They were vulnerable from the barbarian hordes, but of course the barbarians had their own enemies as well. Mutual destruction was not what either of them wanted, so here they were, with Bain pressing to eke out a concession from Aragorn in exchange for peace.

During a recess, Arwen sat at a table, sipping some wine before a midmorning snack was served when she felt a gentle caress along the back of her neck. With a smile she turned her head up to look at her husband...and instead saw standing behind her Tobias, stoically looking about, his hand now at his side. Arwen looked around quickly to see if anyone had seen, but thankfully it appeared as no one had. She quickly stood up, giving him a slight smile before padding off, only to notice that he was discretely following her about the room. This must stop, she thought. Then, an inspired idea occurred to her. She instructed a servant to see to it that her guards were served good food, and while Tobias was engaged with a serving girl, ducked from the hall. Looking to see that he had not followed her, she quickly went to the guard captain's office.

The office was a small cramped room that smelled of torchsmoke and tobacco. The guard captain, Hadrian, was a middle-aged man with a face that while most likely handsome in his youth, had seen too many battles and too much misery. The guards feared his temper more than respected him, for he was gruff and abrasive with them, but fiercely loyal to Gondor and was important to purging those that thought that Aragorn had wrongly displaced the old Steward. For this he had won Aragorn's support and admiration.

"Queen Arwen!" barked Hadrian as he rose from his desk, snapping to attention.

"Captain Hadrian, we need to speak about Tobias." Arwen said, moving into the room over by the desk. As the captain relaxed, he stroked one of his oiled mustaches and listened. "Would be possible for him to be...reassigned for a time?" seeing his expression darken, she quickly added "No no, he hasn't done anything, I just feel that I need a change in attendants." Arwen knew her story sounded poor as she said it, and could tell the captain was suspicious as well.

"I see." was the simple reply from the captain, grumbling into his mustache. "I could put him on tower duty, I suppose. I always felt he was a shifty one anyway." Arwen sighed, knowing him being in a guard tower would not nearly keep him away from her.

"Maybe something more remote, for a time." Arwen offered, hoping he would suggest a suitable alternative.

"Arwen I can't just ship him off, I have people to answer to as well. Frankly, I'm concerned he did do something, this is unusual." The watched her steadily, seeing her obviously hiding something.

Arwen swallowed hard, taking a deep breath "I think he is...attached to me." Looking at the captain demurely.

"That oaf, by god I'll teach him a thing or two!" Hadrian smacked his fist into his palm. Arwen went over and put her hand on his chest "No no, just move him elsewhere, and please don't tell anyone why. I can't go to Aragorn about this..." Arwen laid her head on his chest, whimpering, trying to play on the captains pity.

"Okay...okay lass, I'll take care of it, don't you worry." His arm went around her waist, she felt his rough hand on her lower back, rubbing gently.

"Thank you, I knew you would help me." Arwen smiled secretly into his chest, thinking her problem solved when she felt the captains hand slide down a little, lightly touching the top of her ass before drifting back up to its proper place. She tensed, remaining against him, feeling him breathing harder, the room deathly quiet as naughty thoughts raced through Arwen's mind. She knew he might still tell someone, unless he could be really made to keep quiet about his motivations. The fingers on her lower back rubbed a little, digging in slightly. She chewed on her lip, knowing her growing desire was unwise, but talking herself quickly into believing that she had no choice. With a nervous tremble, she slowly lowered herself, sinking down to her knees in front of Captain Hadrian. Almost as if in a spell, his hands went into her dark hair, stroking the silky strands, afraid to say anything or even look down at the Elven treasure at his groin. Arwen quickly undid his cloth breeches, and with shaky fingers drew out his sweaty and rapidly stiffening cock. She heard and felt him gasp at the feel of her fingers on his shaft, and he let out a deep groan as Arwen slid her hot mouth over it, taking it in deep, licking around the thickening member. 

The captain in a daze held her head tighter, groaning and panting. He'd always had the idle fantasy about Arwen, just as every man in the castle had, but here she was, sucking on him eagerly. All thought of duty and honor were gone as he rubbed her hair, leaning his head back and enjoying the pleasures of her hot slurping Elven mouth. The satiny smooth heat of her tongue and lips nearly drove him mad, the feel of her soaking into him through his prick, ruining other women for him.

Arwen licked and sucked faster, tasting the musky sweat on his cock, bobbing her head back and forth, dashing her tongue all over the head. She could taste the salty ooze leak into her mouth, swallowing it and sucking faster, getting more worked up, her pussy damp under her dress as she worked on the experienced captain's cock.

"Ahh...ahhh..." the captain grunted, clenching his jaw as he felt himself drawing close, a fleeting thought about pulling out so as not to soil the Queen's royal mouth. That thought was banished as he gripped her head tightly, keeping her lips deep down his prick as it jumped and sprayed hot cum into her mouth.

Arwen moaned around the captains hot spewing cock, tasting the thick musky cum, swallowing over and over and taking it as deep into her mouth as she could. With long hard licks over the shaft in her mouth she drew out all his heavy seed, feeling him relaxing before slowly pulling back and swallowing the last of the steamy cum. Arwen flushed, coming to her senses as she replaced his cock back into his pants, halfway buttoning him before turning and standing, going to the door without looking back at him. Arwen muttered to the door, "Not a word now...do this for me, please." pausing until she heard his reply.

"Yes." coughing to clear his throat "Yes of course..." Arwen nodded and quickly slipped out, licking her lips as she returned to the great hall.

Still flustered over her lewd and adulterous act with yet another member of the court, Arwen saw Aragorn approaching. She still had the strong heavy taste of cum in her mouth, and if Aragorn kissed her he'd know...he'd know. Quickly stealing a glass of wine from a server, she downed it greedily, swishing it a little before giving Aragorn a soft smile as he came to her. He raised an eyebrow at her brisk drinking, then smiled and went to kiss her, which she skillfully turned into a cheek kiss, the same lips that had been wrapped around another mans prick minutes ago now pressed against her king and husband. "Shall we continue, my love?" he asked his Elven bride.

"Any time you're ready, my King." Arwen purred, brushing against him as she went to her seat, finally starting to relax from the morning's heated events.

Moonlight shown in on Aragorn and his bride as they lay together in bed, snuggling after a gentle lovemaking. Arwen stroked the matted hair of her scruffy king, who was quite distracted by the ill turn of the talks during the day. "I didn't become King to fight my own people." Aragorn lamented, holding Arwen's silken body against his, her breasts rubbing against his bare chest. 

"They are animals my love, I wouldn't dare to call them 'your people'." she purred into his ear.

Aragorn huffed, "They are proud and strong, and the Shadow kept the threat over them for generations. It is not their fault." Aragorn pulled Arwen closer to him, rubbing up and down her slender waist, his rough hands, somewhat softer now from performing his kingly duties roaming over her tight ass.

It was all Arwen could do not to sigh and shake her head, her darling husband, so noble and fair, apologizing for the idiot savagery of some barbarian upstart. She gave him a soft kiss, admiring the gentleness while also pitying his weakness. "There is still time love, you can make him see reason, bend him to your will." she whispered in his ear, rolling her ass into his hands. Arwen gasped softly, Aragorn thinking it from his touch on her body, but indeed it was from the thought that entered her, a plan, scandalous and risky on how to avert the war. Yes, the barbarian leader would be made to see reason, but it wouldn't be by Aragorn. A flush of heat going through her body, plans and images in her mind, Arwen began kissing Aragorn hotly, her velvet tongue plunging into his mouth. Aragorn startled at the lusty attack of his wife, but kissed her back hard, sucking on her sweet tongue.

Arwen wrapped her legs around him, rubbing his strong hot body as she lay under him, rubbing her hot slit against his member. "Mmm, Aragorn, love me..." she purred, grinding against the hot shaft gliding through her silky folds. As he eagerly slid into her delicious pussy, she had a flash that it was Tobias inside her, jolting out of it and suddenly feeling very guilty and sleazy for cheating on her loyal husband the way she was.

"Oh Arwen, the way you feel inside, you have no idea..." Aragorn moaned in her ear, taking her with deep slow thrusts. Arwen wrapped her legs over her husband, blinking back tears, telling herself that after she ends this thing with Tobias, and carries out her plan with Torl, that she will be a good wife, a loyal wife. Having beaten back her guilt, for the moment, she gripped his strong ass in her slender fingers, pulling him into her, moaning as they made heated love. She pulled his head to her pert elfin breasts, gasping and grinding into him as he licked and suckled on them.

"Ellessar...Aragorn..." she whined as her pussy exploded in pleasure, cumming wetly around his cock, legs tight and gripping around the backs of his legs. Aragorn felt every tight squeeze of his wife's sucking Elven cunt and jammed in hard, biting on her nipple as he shot stream after stream of cum into her hungry pussy. Shaking and sweating, he pumped again and again, Arwen's hips lifting to take it deeply, the heat of their juices mingling in her sweet quim. With an echoed sigh, they slumped against each other, falling asleep tangled in the messy bed.

The following morning, the two parties were again in the council chamber, food and drink was being passed about as the two camps milled about, taking a refreshment before lunch. The dark swarthy barbarian Lord huddled with two of his underlings, one a single-eyed old battle Lord, and the uncle of Torl, the other a crafty fat warrior who had been at Torl's side for many a battle. Arwen watched the heavy barbarian through the crowd, holding the arm of her king, her mind scheming, and her pussy tingling as she made her plans. Truly if Aragorn didn't appreciate what she was about to do for him...after all, it was for peace in the kingdom.

Discretely separating from her king, Arwen glided about the room, talking to a few people, before heading back to her husbands gathering. As luck would have it, Torl and his advisors were in her path. Steeling herself, Arwen chewed her lip as she slipped between the men, the rough sweaty fur smell of them making her dizzy. The looked at her in surprise as her soft body slid into the circle, brushing up against Torl and the one-eyed man. "Excuse me." Arwen offered demurely, pretending to stumble a bit. Her soft hand slid into the furred chest covering of Torl; soft satiny fingers rubbing his bare hairy chest. Torl looked down, feeling her hand inside the fur he wore. He wasn't prepared at all to feel Arwen's fingers curl and nails lightly rake along his muscled chest, digging in over his nipple as she slowly extricated her hand. The barbarian Lord let forth a deep growl, his lust rising, as he stared speechless at the Queen's wanton advance. "Sorry, my Lord." Arwen's eyes meeting his before she slipped from the gathering of men, leaving the stunned and aroused barbarian behind. Arwen, dripping under her gown, dizzy at the wild risk she just took stood by Aragorn again, breathing deeply under her silken gown, smiling inwardly as she saw that the huge hairy man was staring at her, eyes narrowed and nose flaring, a lustful angry look on his face.

Late that night, under the guise of taking a stroll before bed, Arwen padded through the dark quiet halls, a light satin gown around her body, graceful Elven hips sashaying. As she turned a corner she heard and smelt the activities of the barbarian delegation drinking and bellowing. With her mind consumed by a needy wicked desire, she strode into a doorway. There, in a small common room off of their quarters was the barbarian Lord and his two henchmen. They were huddled at a table, drinking and carrying on, ale down their dark heavy beards, beating on the oaken planks and laughing drunkenly. Torl looked up from his flagon and saw the slinky form of the elf Queen standing in the doorway. He gazed at her hungrily, remembering her hand clawing on his chest in the morning, the sight of her making his manhood throb.

Arwen gave the leering brute a coy smile, then continued on her way, but only making it a few steps before hearing "Queen!", the exclamation shouted from within the common room. Arwen, heady with wicked desire, turned and stepped back into the smoky dark chamber.

"You may call me Queen Arwen, for I have a name." she snapping curtly at the huddled men. Torl stood up, his hard muscled body lumbering over to her, the smell of sweat and ale strong on him, but such animalness appealed to Arwen, after all, she did marry a human ranger.

"Mmm Arwen then. Have a drink, your guest demands it." Torl reached out and put his hand on the small of her back, guiding her to the table before she even could respond. The two advisors looked at each other warily, not comfortable with the way their Lord was treating the Queen, putting them all at grave risk.

"Perhaps just a small one," Arwen remarked, curling her lip as Torl poured her an ale. Instead of taking the new flagon, Arwen took his, drinking from the foamy brim where Torl's lips had been, looking at him. Torl watched the graceful elf lady drink from his glass, an act among his people that only a mate would do, but surely she was just an ignorant outlander. Nevertheless, the implication aroused him more, the thought of stealing the kings treasure nearly making him insane with desire.

"You are a bold woman, elf." taking the flagon from her hands, putting his lips to where she drank from, licking it as he drank, the taste of her on the glass sweeter than the best ale. He put the flagon down, his hand under the table going over to her thigh, gripping it high and squeezing.

Arwen flinched at his mangling of words, 'woman elf' indeed, but gasped as she felt her thigh gripped, making no move to stop him as he stroked and felt her leg through the thin gown. "You men are most brave and proud, it would be a shame if this meeting didn't end well."

"Your King asks too much, Aragorn would steal lands we've had for ages." the fat barbarian elder growled. Torl growled at the mention of politics, drinking and fixating on the fair creature, his hand rubbing harder inside her thigh, her legs parting more under the table allowing his thick fingers to get dangerously close to her tight crotch.

Arwen breathily responded, "The lands you say were those Aragorn wrested from Sauron. You should be glad to take what he offers. Would you prefer them back under the hand of the orc?" Arwen shifted her hips slightly, feeling the Torl's hand brush against her pussy, pressing her gown between her parted thighs. The one-eyed advisor fixed his remaining faculties on the obvious sight of Torl leaning into the Queen, his arm moving and obviously touching her out of their gaze. He nervously drank, cursing his leader for a fool in his mind, even as his cycloptic gaze wandered back to the Elven beauty that had enspelled his Lord.

Torl squeezed her leg, then pressed his hand against Arwen's pussy, feeling the heat from it, getting dizzy with his desire to ravish her. He shoved his flagon of ale into her hand. "Drink Queen, then we'll make peace." knowing well how to loosen a woman up with ale before taking her body.

Arwen drained the mug, leaning back to thrust out her perky soft breasts gloriously through the thin silks, her nipples clearly poking through it, much to the delight of the two advisors watching her display. She put the flagon down, her Elven constitution not at all affected by the strong ale, smiling and licking the whitish foam from her lips. The lewd sight was too much for Torl, who dragged her into his lap, his angry bulge pressing against her slender ass. He gripped her long raven hair, tilting her head back and thrusting his tongue into her mouth, kissing her wildly as his hand cupped her breast, squeezing it hard with his rough fingers. The fat advisor gulped and stared at the outrageous act, "Torl by the gods!". Seeing Torl undeterred as he gripped the slender elf, swirling his tongue in her mouth, he kept his head enough to jump up and quickly shut the door to the hall, lest the guards see their Queen being all but raped by his Lord.

With a gasp, Arwen squirmed in Torl's firm grip, tensing from surprise as he pulled her to him and kissed her. Arwen's tongue lashed against his, tasting his dirty mouth and strong ale, her hand going into his dark wild hair, their mouths making hot sucking sounds before Arwen pried her mouth back, a line of spit between their lips. "Lord Bain, you're too bold..." her hips lightly grinding, ass rubbing tightly against the thick shaft she could feel throbbing beneath her. Arwen turned her head away, seeing the other two men staring at them both, leaning against the strong barbarian holding her light body.

"Bold...har...I'm no man of the West, that's for damn sure." sneering and insult about Arwen's husband as he mauled her soft breast. He once again turned her face and kissed her roughly, intoxicated more by the feel of her pillowy Elven lips and satin tongue than the ale he'd been devouring all night. His hands rubbed up and down on her breast, squeezing and pulling at the silks, trying to get to her bare flesh.

Arwen moaned into his mouth, aware of the other two men watching, the thought exciting and scaring her. Desire rippled through her body, plans all but forgotten as she licked inside the barbarians mouth, kissing deeply, pressing her hot breast into his hands. She felt the hard futile tugs against her silks, and with a deft move unclasped the shoulder tie, the entire top of her gown sliding down to her waist. She felt the hot air of the chamber on her body as her pert satiny breasts were exposed to the men, Torl's hand quickly going to it and rubbing it hard, pinching the nipple enough to make her gasp.

Torl grabbed and squeezed her, never having felt anything as silky and sweet as her Elven body, his hard cock raging in his pants, humping urgently at her as she sat in his lap. He pulled back from her mouth, eyes ablaze as he looked at her face, eyes closed, lips pursed, a wet sheen of his spit around her lips. With a violent sweep of his arm, he swept the mugs and plates from the table in front of them, picking Arwen up and putting her onto it. Torl kicked his chair back and stood between her spread thighs, her satin gown bunched up past her knees.

Arwen quivered as she scooted onto the table, lifting her hips and clawing her gown higher up her legs, she knew what was about to happen and wanted it, wanted to feel the hardness of this man in her, needing to be taken, used, treated like Aragorn used to treat her ages ago.

Torl pushed his sweaty pants down, his long hard heavy cock jutting out and rubbing against Arwen's thigh. He looked down to see her silk gown bunched around her waist, exposing her long smooth white legs and soft darkhaired pussymound. With a groan he leaned over her, guiding his hard shaft to her slit, no time or desire to go slowly or gently.

Arwen wrapped her legs around him, crying out as he thrust deeply into her, making her back arch, her pussy spreading painfully to take the thick invader. Torl howled at the feeling of her walls around them, the smooth wet silk of her pussy better than any human woman, giving her four hard quick stabs until he was completely inside her.

With deep tight grinds, Arwen thrust her pussy up, tears down her face from the delicious pain of feeling that huge cock fucking her. She moaned and ground tightly around him, legs crossed over his pumping ass, the table creaking as he laid into her again and again. Her soft breasts bounced with each thrust, hands rubbing the barbarian's strong arms as he fucked her wildly, pounding himself so hard inside her.

The two advisors stared, the fat Lord downing ale after ale, watching the Elven Queen get violently fucked right in front of him, drooling at the sight of her lithe body under his Lord. The one-eyed man standing and watching, rubbing his groin as he heard Arwen's moans and gasps fill the room, mixing with the grunts and groans of Torl banging quickly in and out of her tight body.

Arwen reached up and rubbed Torl's heavy chest, pumping her pussy to take him fully into her, still wincing from the deep hard fucking she was getting. She felt the hard wood under her ass digging into her as the heavy hot weight of the barbarian lay over her, sawing his hard cock in and out of her silky tunnel. Arching her back, Arwen's long black hair hung down off the table, her head tossing about in ecstasy from the deep fucking she was getting, her lithe gorgeous body slick with sweat, hers and the barbarians that dripped onto her breasts and stomach. The fat advisor, dizzy with ale and lust at the sight in front of him reached over and grasped Arwen's breast, squeezing it, feeling her hot nipple. Torl glared at his fellow, but said nothing as he focused all his effort on fucking the hell out of the amazing Elven pussy that was claiming his cock.

Arwen moaned at the feel of the hand rubbing her breast, having never had two men touch her like this at the same time. The fat sweaty fingers rubbing her more as he stood up, coming around to her head where he dragged his thick prick from his breeches, pointing it at her mouth. Torl groaned, thrusting faster into her, making her slide forward and her face bumped against the fat barbarian's prick.

Shuddering deeply, Arwen grasped the heavy member and sucked it into her mouth, licking the dirty smelly cock and bucking her pussy up to the savage pounding in her tight quim. Her legs still wrapped tightly around Torl, keeping him hard and deep inside her, sucking and fucking on the two lust-crazed barabrians.

Arwen couldn't take anymore, the fire in her sweet Elven cunt was too much and she cried out around the cock in her mouth, cumming wickedly and soaking Torl's prick in her slick Elven juices. With tight deep grinds, taking him to his full balls she came and came, her whole body tingling as the two brutish men used her.

Torl grunted and gasped..."Elf bitch....ahh...." seizing up as his cock jumped and fired gobs and gobs of hot heavy cum into her pussy, spurting so deep inside her. Arwen moaned loudly around the fat cock in her mouth, rubbing the sweaty balls of the fat advisor she was sucking on, feeling her pussy filled with cum and making her spasm and gush again. She clenched over and over, drawing on Torl's cock to pump more long wet sprays of cum deep inside her, sliding her pussy wildly against his shaft, moving him in and out of her as he came.

Finally he slid back, slumping into a chair, holding his aching prick and staring at the elf Queen, spread on a table, legs parted, cum oozing from her tight wispy pussy as she deeply sucked on one of his fellows. The one-eyed brute moved up and seeing Torl still in a daze from fucking the gorgeous elf, fished out his stiff prick, taking her head and turning it so it popped off the cock in her mouth with a slurp.

Arwen dizzy and horny beyond reason didn't even think as she turned her head to suck in the other barbarians cock, bobbing her head back and forth, then turning back to the fat man and sucking his long prick into her hot silky mouth. Back and forth she sucked wildly, lashing them with her tongue, feeling their large hands on her hair, over her breasts, moving her mouth up and down their pricks.

Moaning, around the fat mans cock, she felt it swell in her mouth, making her hollow her cheeks and suck harder, rubbing his sweaty heavy balls. She gasped and gurgled as his cock started firing stream after stream of hot cum into her mouth, her tongue chasing the wads around in her mouth, sucking and drinking his musky tasting loads. The man held her face, pumping in hard, spurting thick gummy wads of cum into the sexy elf's mouth, painting with his wet cum.

Arwen's head was turned rudely making the cock spring from her lips, spurting ropes of sticky cum across her face and into her black hair as the one-eyed man desperately shoved his cock back into her cumsoaked mouth. With gobs of the fat barbarians cum still in her cheeks, she shook and started rubbing her pussyslit in and out, sliding her fingers through Torl's greasy cum and rubbing it in and out of her hot Elven pussy. The cock in her mouth immediately started gushing, the man holding her neck as he pumped his slimy cum into her mouth. Arwen growled, dizzy and wantonly as she sucked hard and rubbed her wet pussy, her tongue stirring the cum around in her mouth, more and more pumping deep into her throat.

With hot slurping licks Arwen's mouth overflowed with the two mingled loads in her mouth, the cum bubbling out between her lips and oozing down her face as she sucked and drank from the dirty barbarians cock. She rubbed his balls as he moaned in pleasure, emptying his cum into the best hottest smoothest mouth he'd ever felt. After a long hard cum, he drew back out of her mouth, huffing and panting hard. Arwen lifted up onto her elbows on the table, body slick and shiny with sweat, cum all around her mouth and chin and neck, a few ropes of it in her hair, and a copious mess of it soaking her silky crotch, slicking her tight Elven womb inside.

Torl got up from his chair, grabbing Arwen and tossing her over his shoulder like a sack, making her gasp and huff, cum falling from her open lips to the floor at the abrupt jerking. "That's enough for tonight..." he barked to his fellows, taking Arwen into his private room and tossing her slender naked body onto his bed. He grabbed a cloth and tossed it on her belly. "Wipe yourself." staring at her and taking a pull of ale as he stripped his clothes off.

Arwen slowly licked the cum from her lips, then used the rag to clean off her mouth and chin, wiping her hot pussy once before dropping it by the bed. Stretching like a cat on the bed, Arwen arched her sore body and whispered, "You know, if you make peace, we can do this every single time you visit..." rubbing between her thighs, starting to remember why she did this in the first place.

"My land for you, is that it, elf-wench?" Torl muttered as he moved to the bed, stroking his stiff meaty cock.

Arwen looked up at him, giving him her most smoky sultry look, one not often seen from one of the elves. "If you think it worth the price..." rubbing her slit invitingly, spreading her legs more, the heavy taste of cum still strong in her mouth and throat.

"Damn you woman!" the Lord growled, grabbing her legs and flipping her onto her stomach. "If I'm giving it up I'm going to make that bastard Aragorn pay, through your ass..." hauling her slender hips up, the bed creaking as he moved behind her. Arwen's eyes were wide and wild as she felt his cock pressing tightly against her ass, shoving and trying to force it's way into her nether hole.

"Oh...no..." afraid at what he might do to her, but pressing her hips back at his insistent prick. The huge barbarian spread her cheeks open and pushed hard, groaning as his long stiff shaft ground its way into Arwen's sweet ass.

"Graa....elf bitch...ahhh!" The mighty barbarian babbled as he shoved hard into Arwen's silky tight ass, the feel of her walls constricting his prick. Arwen arched her back and cried out, the yelp echoing off the stone walls of the chamber as she took the thick hard shaft into her hot tight asshole. "Mmm....ugh...," Torl gripping two handfuls of dark shiny hair, pulling it back, wrapping it around his fists as he started fucking Arwen's ass violently. "Take my land, I'll take your wife, I'll fuck your elf wifes ass!" he bellowed as he raged against Aragorn and took it out on poor Arwen. Tears rolled down her face, even as she yelped and cried and thrust her ass back, hands clawing at the bed, moaning and bracing against the deep painful thrusts. Arwen's pussy was so hot from this horrible treatment that it dripped down her thighs, even Aragorn in his prime was never so nasty with her, despite how she craved it. She screwed her ass back and forth and around on the barbarians cock, grabbing it hard with her walls, her pinching making him groan in pain and pleasure.

"Arwen....fuck...ahhh..." Torl panted as he slammed his huge cock in and out of her ass, pulling her hair back, exposing her delicate elf ears as he rammed into her. Arwen's hips bucked and bounced as he pounded in and out of her ass, making her push back hard to keep from falling forward, her soft wet pussy rubbing against his balls every time he drove deep inside her.

With a hard push, Torl pressed her down, mashing her face into the bed as he leaned over her and buried his hot cock balls deep into her ass, her tears staining his sweaty musky bed as she felt him bellow and cum hard right into her ass. Arwen shook and quivered, feeling his cock jumping and spurting thick milky wads of cum deep in her ass, spurting her insides, soaking in. "Yes...yes..." she whined, as she squeezed on him, milking the cum from his balls as he ground in her ass. Finally with a gasp he pulled out, flopping onto the bed beside her, stinking with sweat, his chest huffing as he stared at the ceiling.

The room was eerily quiet for long moments as they both lay there, Arwen's ass throbbing inside and full of cum. With a glance at the barbarian brute next to her, she got up and retrieved a cloth, and dutifully cleaned his prick, leaning her head down to lap her satin tongue over the cleaned portions. "Mmm...quite an elf you are, Arwen..." Torl mumbled as he rested, his cock stiffening under her ministrations.

Still quivering from the violent ass pounding, a blend of resentment and lust in her for this nasty animal of a man, she realized he may just take his conquest and still try to have his way. Not about to let this be all for nothing, Arwen narrowed her eyes and crawled up onto him, holding his moderately stiff member and sliding her sweet silk pussy down over it. Torl's eyes widened and he groaned at the feeling of being inside the luscious elf again, his hands going to her slender hips. "Damn woman...again?" his hips moving up to meet her as she started grinding up and down.

Leaning over him, her dark hair tickling his bearded sweaty face, Arwen purred as she slowly ground her pussy up and down his shaft, massaging it with her slick gripping Elven pussywalls. "Yes, again, and again and again." staring down at him. "And after you make peace, I can come to visit your lands..." sliding faster on him, eliciting moans as she fucked his long hard cock. Arwen rolled her hips around, moaning herself as she hotly rode the smelly barbarian, leaning down to lick his sweaty hairy chest. "We can spend days, nights, doing this," getting dizzy and hot at the thought of spending nights in a barbarians tent, being roughly fucked over and over. Wild images came to her mind of fucking other barbarians, sucking the men around the campfire, taking their steamy cum into her body, feeling it spraying on her and dripping down her slender form as she crawled from man to man.

"Ah..ahh..yes...yes..." Torl grunted under her, pulling her hips down as he thrust up, Arwen coming out of her fantasy as she started cumming on him, her pussy soaking his shaft and dripping down over his balls as it grabbed down tightly around him, the spasms of her crotch making some of his cum leak back out her ass as she gushed and rode him wildly. The barbarian couldn't take anymore and he gripped his hair, nearly losing his mind as he thrust up and gushed a heavy stream of cum into Arwen's pussy. He spurt into her like a fountain, each grind of her pussy making another hot sticky rope splatter into her wanton, desperate elf slit. Arwen felt each hard spurt and bucked wildly, fucking herself hotly onto it, bouncing and squeezing deeply to get it all inside her.

After the long moments of their orgasms, Arwen slumped onto him, panting, quivering, and exhausted. Torl's hands on her ass, cock still inside her as he rasped his breath, twitching in aftershocks of lust for the slinky elf Queen. Arwen nipped at his chin, purring, "Don't forget...don't deny us this..." giving him a steamy look as she extricated herself from him, donning her gown as he looked at her helplessly, nodding. With a clingy look back at him, Arwen slunk from the chamber, past the table where she first fucked the barbarian Lord and serviced his fellows, and made her way back to her chambers, hopeful that her plan would work, and dizzy with the wild scandalous act.

The following morning, surprisingly to all gathered, a peace was made and King Aragorn was quite happy with the arrangement. He would have been less happy to know that during the remaining three days of the visit, his delicate Queen was ravished nightly by Torl. Tobias, having heard that he was being sent to man a remote guard post, was distraught at being torn from the elf Queen that enchanted him so. He dragged her off frequently during his remaining days; Arwen acquiescing to his desires and heatedly taking him into her body while the King and the barbarians spent time in council.

As Arwen watched the barbarian troop leave, she hung on Aragorn's arm, waving dutifully. "Torl mentioned sending his wives here to visit, he suggested you might want to see his lands as well."

Arwen, pursed her lips in a soft smile, "Did he now?", clinging Aragorn's arm tighter as she felt the cooling spend of Torl dripping down her thigh under her long sleek blue dress. 

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