HPDBC The Savior of Middle-Earth (Lord of the Rings)
The Savior of Middle-Earth (Lord of the Rings)
The Savior of Middle-Earth (Lord of the Rings)
A/N: The Savior of Middle-Earth was a Patreon Poll Winner originally written back in 2020. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!
Summary: Saving the entirety of Middle Earth from Sauron's evil entitles one to some... liberties.
Themes: Big Dick, Threesome, Slutty
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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.Fịndd new updates at novelhall.com
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.
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.
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