Arwen's Sordid Negotiation

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.