Arwens Sordid Negotiation

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.