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The Savior of Middle-Earth (Lord of the Rings)
🕑 Added 2020-09-25 16:49:51 +0000 UTCPoll Winner
Themes: Big Dick, Threesome, Slutty
Summary: Based on this image. Saving the entirety of Middle Earth from Sauron's evil entitles one to some liberties, certainly. But let's be frank. The Queen of Gondor and Arnor, and the Lady of Ithilien and Emyn Arnen do not do what they do out of a sense of duty. Calling it a reward is merely a guise by which they can assuage their own guilty consciences. At the end of the day, Frodo has an obscenely big cock, and that's all there is to it.
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The celebratory feast was long finished, and with the sun having long since set, Minas Tirith was quieting down for the evening, the denizens of Gondor’s Capital taking their rest. This was true all across the city, and most true of all within the King’s House, located within the Citadel that stood as the top layer of Minas Tirith, behind the seventh wall.
Within the King’s House, in a specific corridor, two utterly gorgeous women walk together. They stride down the hall with purpose in their step, moving past anyone they meet. They go unmolested for very good reason, guards and servants alike bowing low in their passing and not a single one trying to talk to them or stop them to ask them where they are going.
This makes quite a lot of sense, given that one of the two women is the Queen of this place. The Queen of Gondor and Arnor, known as Arwen, known as Evenstar, the daughter of Elrond and Celebrian. After the War of the Ring, Arwen had gone on to marry Aragorn, the King of Gondor and Arnor. As such, she’d become the Queen of the Reunited Kingdom, and in the process had become mortal in order to live out the rest of her life alongside her husband.
She was an elven woman, but she no longer held with her people. She lived with the humans now, having given away her place on the ships to Valinor. She was also something of a MILF, having already given Aragorn a son and several daughters besides. Clad in a silvery crown of elven make and a beautiful silken white dress, she exudes femininity and grace in every step she takes.
Beside her, the fully human woman that keeps apace with her is no less beautiful and graceful… but there’s something of an edge to her, and the dress she wears perhaps does not sit upon her as well as riding leathers or chainmail might. But then, that would make since to anyone who knew who this curly haired blonde was and the deeds she’d done.
Eowyn, daughter of Eomund and Theodwyn. Shieldmaiden of Rohan. During the War of the Ring, she’d snuck onto the battlefield disguised as a man and through a series of rather inexplicable events, had thrust her sword through the Witch-King of Angmar’s helm, killing him and fulfilling a prophecy a thousand years in the making that said it would not be by the hand of man that the Witch-King fell.
After the War of the Ring, Eowyn had gone on to marry Faramir, first Prince of Ithilien. In doing so, she had become the Lady of Ithilien. She too was something of a MILF, having given birth to one son already. She was perhaps not quite as elegant or ladylike as Arwen, but to be fair, it is hard to match the grace of an Elf.
The golden circlet upon her brow and the embroidered white dress she wore looked good on her, even if she wasn’t quite as at home in them as the Queen at her side.
Regardless of that though, both women are quite eager to reach their destination. Coming to a stop outside of the guest chambers, they do not even observe the courtesy of knocking, instead simply stepping inside as Arwen gracefully opens the door for them both. The sole inhabitant of the guest chambers turns at their arrival, but far from being upset by the disturbance, the smile that spreads across Frodo Baggins’ face is one of pleasant delight.
There are no words, exchanged between the three of them. Arwen and Eowyn exchange a single look, before reaching up and half-divesting themselves of their dresses. The flowing, gorgeous garments slide quite easily off of their shoulders and down their arms, exposing both these things, as well as their chests. Their gorgeous, supple breasts, each enticing in their own way, are revealed to the hobbit standing before him.
In response, Frodo reaches down and frees his cock from his britches. In this case, the use of the word ‘free’ is not some exaggeration or misnomer. When the hobbit pulls his cock out of the confines of his pants, it truly is free. Free to breathe, free to grow, free to become thick and hard and throbbing right before the eyes of the Queen and Lady who have come to… visit him.
Neither Arwen nor Eowyn are at all put out by this exposure, of course. Not after they just revealed their respective tits. After all, that big fat cock, growing bigger and fatter by the moment, was exactly why the two of them were here. The Feast celebrating Frodo’s arrival in Minas Tirith had been long and filled with jubilation, but now that it was over and night had fallen, it was time for a more… private sort of celebration. A celebration between a hobbit and the two women so thoroughly ensnared by his overly large cock.
Hopping up onto the bed, Frodo stands there as Arwen and Eowyn both approach, thoroughly entranced by his cock. With the short hobbit standing on the bed and them both still on the floor of the chamber, it puts their faces in direct line of sight with his cock. Their mouths mere inches from his member, the two move ever closer, only for Frodo to reach out and place his hands upon their heads, lacing his fingers through their hair.
He guides them into their proper places. One on each size of his truly gargantuan dick. Their busts press together like this, their chests rubbing into one another and their nipples colliding and teasing them in such a way that said nipples can’t help but harden immediately. Neither Arwen nor Eowyn pay that any mind though, the two of them far focused on the cock between them and the pleasure of the hobbit that it’s attached to.
Like this, their mouths close around either side of his member. Just barely, their lips caress one another as they moan into his thick, throbbing hobbit meat. Arwen’s eyes flicker up to Frodo’s face, the beautiful Elf smiling around his cock as she sees him groaning in pleasure. Eowyn, meanwhile, only has eyes for the prize in front of her, taking more of his girth into her mouth then even Arwen, her eyes going crossed just trying to keep her gaze on the task at hand.
With his hands on the back of their heads and his cock tucked between their lips, Frodo begins to thrust, using the mouths of two of Middle Earth’s most beautiful and most well-known women to satiate his libido. But then, when you personally saw to the destruction of the One Ring and the end of Sauron’s Evil, you were entitled to certain liberties.
At least, that was how Arwen and Eowyn had framed it when this had all first started. In truth, the two women were sluts, as Frodo had long since come to learn. Beneath the elegance and gracefulness of the elven Queen was an insatiable, horny bitch. Beneath the sharp edges and fierceness of the shieldmaiden who had slain the Witch-King of Angmar was a needy, lust-filled whore. Neither woman could get enough of his big, fat hobbit cock.
When he finally cums, Frodo doesn’t bother avoiding the mess. He quite likes creating it, in fact, coating Arwen and Eowyn in his first load of the night, covering them from the circlets upon their brows, to the naked breasts their pressing together. They moan in response, lustful, wanton, throaty moans that fill the air as their lust-filled gazes flicker up to him, their tongues lolling out to accept his… gift.
Once he’s done cumming, and it does take a second because a hobbit is nothing if not fruitful and their spunk reflects this, the two women turn on one another. Frodo is rewarded with the delicious sight of the Queen of Gondor and Lady Ithilien falling upon one another like the ravenous sluts that they are. So very eager for his seed that they’re all too willing to lick and kiss and slurp it off of each other, cleaning one another up quite thoroughly in the process.
By the time they’re done, Frodo is nice and hard again… and Arwen and Eowyn are more than eager for Round Two. The Queen of Gondor is the first to strip the rest of the way out of her flowing dress, letting it pool at her feet before she steps out of it and crawls up onto the bed beside him, naked as the day she was born. Eowyn is quick to follow suit though, leaving Frodo standing between two beauties as they prostrate themselves on either side of him, faces down on the bed, asses up in the air and wiggling back and forth.
Really, how is he to ever decide which to fuck first? In the face of such a quandary, there’s only one option. Pulling a coin from his pocket, Frodo looks between the two swaying behinds before him, assigning heads to one, and tails to the other. Then, he flips the coin. It bounces off of Arwen’s perfectly sculpted elven backside before ultimately landing in the middle of the two beauties.
They both glance back at it, but it’s not like he told them what ‘heads’ actually meant. They only find out who ‘won’ when Frodo hops into position behind Arwen, grabs her gorgeous posterior in both hands, and thrusts into her from behind. For the first time since hers and Eowyn’s arrival, the silence of the guest chambers is well and truly broken.
A loud cry spills forth from the elven Queen’s lips, Frodo’s massive spit-polished cock causing her to arch her blemish-free back as she squeals like a stuck pig. Grinning wickedly, the hobbit proceeds to do what he does best and starts pistoning in and out of the Queen of Gondor with all his might. In response, Arwen does the only thing she can do… she cries out again and again as she cums upon his cock.
Only his cock truly satisfies her these days, at least sexually. Romantically, she still loves Aragorn. She’s given him enough children to satisfy the Kingdom. But it’s Frodo’s big fat hobbit dick that the elven Queen just cannot get enough of. Even playing with herself, even using toys on her twat when he’s not around… none of it helps her reach the same spectacular orgasms that Frodo’s massive meaty member does as it drives deeper into her then anything else ever has.
Eowyn feels much the same way, though that doesn’t stop the gorgeous Lady of Ilithien from playing with herself and toying with her pussy lips as she watches her fellow woman get railed. In this moment, neither of them is truly their titles. Arwen is not truly the Queen of Gondor, and she is not truly the Lady of Ilithien. They are merely women… women united in their love for Frodo Baggins’ massive hobbit dick.
It's not long, before Arwen’s tight, clenching, elven cunt manages to milk Frodo of his seed. He fills her womb with a nice hot load of his essence, before leaving her in a sweaty mess to recover. Moving over to Eowyn, he wastes no time in giving her the same exact thing. His cock slides in, and due to her self-teasing, her dripping wet slit is all the more ready for it.
Much like Arwen, Eowyn becomes FAR more vocal, once she has Frodo’s cock inside of her. She was whimpering and mewling before, when she’d just been watching and diddling her own cunt. But now, now it’s Arwen who’s the one watching, and Eowyn is left crying out, her ecstasy spilling forth from her lips, echoing out of her throat.
Eyes rolling back in her head, the golden-haired Lady of Ilithien makes quite a fool of herself in front of the Queen of Gondor. But then, did not the Queen of Gondor just make quite the fool of herself in front of the Lady of Ilithien? Neither Arwen nor Eowyn would ever judge the other for succumbing to Frodo’s massive member. The way he uses his thick, veiny, throbbing hobbit meat on the two of them… there is no fighting that pleasure. There is no avoiding that ecstasy.
And so, they don’t fight it. They don’t try to avoid it. Rather, they both come running to it, whenever Frodo is in Gondor, whenever he’s visiting Minas Tirith. Arwen has to admit, she’s quite happy that Frodo did not take her up on her original offer. He was, after all, the one she’d intended to give her spot to originally. He’d taken it as the gift it was intended to be, and then gone on to regift it to another instead.
He’d stayed, and in staying, he’d found his own way to heal from the wounds left behind from his time as a Ring-Bearer. Arwen and Eowyn both played a part in that; they couldn’t help thinking. They healed Frodo in their own way… a sexual healing that continued on to this day.
As Frodo finishes inside of Eowyn much as he did Arwen, after drawing out just as many explosive climaxes from the golden haired woman as he did her elven counterpart, the hobbit pulls back with a sigh, before turning and flopping onto the bed between the two trembling, quivering, thoroughly fucked women.
Needless to say, they’re all too happy to turn onto their sides and cuddle up against him. Their breasts press into the sides of Frodo’s head, acting as the softest, warmest pillows he’s ever slept on. Their hands descend below all of their waists, one apiece on his thick, turgid member, and the other betwixt their legs.
As they finger their creampied cunts while stroking his member towards a fourth and final release, Arwen and Eowyn moan and mewl together, creating a melody and a lullaby that sends Frodo to sleep. His eyes shut, a smile on his face as he slumbers between them, all too happy to drift off in their warm embrace.
And in turn, they’re all too happy to cuddle the big dicked hobbit and hold him close to their busts as he sleeps betwixt their bodies. It’s the least they can do for the Savior of Middle-Earth, for the hobbit who destroyed the One Ring. But also… they can’t help but enjoy every moment of it.
Comments
ARavingLooony
awesome. Love 2 see more LOTR stuff :-)
Cambrian
My first ever LotR smut I think? It was a fun write, hope people enjoy reading it.
