Eowyn- the eve of Eowyn’s wedding to Faramir
Eowyn sat in front of her mirror. The pale smudges under her eyes were almost gone. Even though the sickness was gone, the horror never would be. Faramir knew this. He had suffered more than she had. His own father had tried to burn him alive. Sometimes, his eyes were as haunted as Aragorn’s had been. Perhaps it was why she loved Faramir, for love him she did.
"You are as fair as elven kind, Eowyn." She started at the melodious female voice belonging to Arwen, Aragorn’s elf wife, the elf who gave up forever to be his wife. She turned and looked at the tall, dark haired beauty. It was no wonder Aragorn loved her. Her beauty alone was enough to turn a man’s head and make human women look dull and pale in comparison.
"Thank you, my Lady."
"I am Arwen, just Arwen." She stepped closer to Eowyn and took the brush from her hand. She began to brush the human woman’s long blond hair. Eowyn closed her eyes. It felt so good that she gave herself over to the pleasure. Arwen hummed and brushed. Eowyn was aware that the brush stopped and that a mouth was very close to her ear.
"My husband would talk with you, maybe more, if you would come to our chambers tonight. I would love you to come to our chamber too." Arwen kissed her ear, a sucking caress of her earlobe. Eowyn had no doubt the Queen wanted to bed her. Why, should couldn’t imagine.
Eowyn rose from her chair and faced Arwen. She looked into those bottomless blue eyes. Her lips parted as she looked at the full lips of the elf woman. She felt herself lean toward Arwen just the tiniest bit. She licked her upper lip as her gaze lowered to the creamy flash above the elf’s low cut bodice. She realized that she wanted to be taken to bed by Arwen, wanted it very much.
Even though she had perceived her as the enemy, Eowyn realized she wasn’t. She just loved Aragorn. As Eowyn had. Eowyn still wanted him when she saw him. She just didn’t love him as she had before. She leaned a little closer to Arwen, close enough to lightly touch her lips to the elf’s soft, full lips. Arwen opened her mouth under the touch of Eowyn, who boldly slid her tongue inside.
They still only touched mouths.
Arwen broke the kiss and took Eowyn by the hand, leading her out of the room she would share with Faramir tomorrow night and into the room that Aragorn shared with her.
*****
Eowyn walked behind Arwen into the large chambers. Aragorn sat in a chair by the fire, dressed in a dark, blue velvet tunic and dark, blue suede leggings. His eyes were much the same color as his clothing as he smiled at her.
"Welcome, Lady Eowyn." He was still devastatingly sexy.
"My Lord," she nodded to him.
"I wanted to tell you that I wish you every happiness with Faramir. The brother of Boromir is a fine man. He will be a good husband and father. And a good leader. You will make a wonderful wife for him."
"Thank you." She smiled at this man she had been willing to fight for and die for.
He rose and crossed the room. He took her hands in his and looked at her. She felt the familiar pull of want as she looked into his eyes. "I know you came here to make love with Arwen. I will go or stay as you desire."
"Stay, My Lord." Her voice was a whisper as Arwen came up behind her and put her arms around Eowyn’s waist. She kissed her husband over Eowyn’s shoulder then kissed the human woman’s slender neck. Her hands moved up to cup Eowyn’s breasts and rub her nipples until they were small hard peaks in her gown. Aragorn let his gaze drift down to Eowyn’s breasts as Arwen slipped the shoulders of her dress down and exposed them.
Eowyn gasped as the elf and her husband both touched her naked breasts, rubbing her hard nipples and caressing the soft white skin. They moved her to their big bed on the other side of the room. Both of them stripped her clothing off slowly. They rained kisses all over her body as they exposed it, and by the time she was completely naked, she was trembling with need. Aragorn moved up to sit against the headboard as Arwen lay down beside her. Eowyn tugged at the elf Queen’s clothing until she was naked to the waist too. Eowyn pulled her into her arms and they kissed passionately, tongues moving back and forth into each others’ mouths as their breasts were crushed against each others’. Eowyn loved the feel of the soft female flesh against her own skin.
They both managed to get the rest of Arwen’s dress off and they returned to the sweet embrace. Eowyn felt such heat between her thighs. She was no virgin, but she’d not felt this excited by any sexual encounter she’d had yet. She wanted to be touched. She wanted hands and mouths to touch her, to lick her. And she wanted Aragorn inside her before the night was over.
Arwen began to kiss her neck and shoulders as she rolled and pinched hard, achy nipples. Eowyn whimpered as lips closed on her nipple, lips that knew exactly what pleased another woman. She gave herself up to the pleasure as she closed her eyes and let Arwen do whatever she wished. She wished to do a great deal as she kissed down the smooth belly of the blond to her curls. She opened her legs so the elf could touch her and touch her she did. With her fingers at first, then with her tongue.
Eowyn moaned as Arwen sucked and licked her clit while long fingers slid inside, two then a third until the fit was tight. Her body exploded as the fingers scissored deep inside her. She clamped her legs tight around Arwen’s head and hand, and cried out her name over and over.
Arwen moved back up into her arms, kissing her, the elf’s mouth tasting of her own honey. She smiled as the elf woman moved over her, lowering herself to Eowyn’s face. She parted the folds and exposed Arwen’s clitoris and her wet glistening cunt. Arwen lowered herself further, covering the blonde’s mouth. Eowyn licked and sucked at Arwen until she was whimpering and grinding herself into the human’s mouth. When Eowyn glanced up, a naked Aragorn was sucking one of his wife’s nipples as the elf woman rode her mouth. He ran one hand down to Arwen’s clit and as he rubbed it, and Eowyn licked his fingers.
Arwen was panting and making little mewling sounds as she came, her juices coating her husband’s hand and Eowyn’s hand and mouth. Aragorn eased Arwen from atop the blond woman and lay down between the two of them. He kissed Eowyn first, a wet hungry kiss like the kisses she had dreamed of from him. And it had the same effect she dreamed of as she melted into his arms. He pressed his cock against her leg as he lay halfway across her, still kissing her.
Arwen lay on her side with her head propped up on her elbow, watching them. She reached her free hand over and cupped Eowyn’s breast, teasing the nipple with her thumb. She moved over closer so she could suck the nipple while Aragorn moved his kisses down to the other nipple. Eowyn moaned and reached her hands down to hold both heads against her breasts. Her whole body felt like it was being consumed by them.
She noticed that Arwen had Aragorn’s cock in her hand. He was shifting his hips so he could thrust. His eyes were dark with passion as he looked up at her.
" I want you," he whispered in a near purr. Eowyn knew he was talking to her, and she desperately wanted him inside her. He moved away from her and sat back against the head board. She moved up and sat in his lap with her back to his chest. His cock pressed against her ass. He bit her shoulder and pushed against her ass. "Now," he ground out. He lifted her and Arwen guided him to her cunt. She rubbed his head against Eowyn’s clit then positioned him at her entrance. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her hard down onto his thick shaft. She melted back against him. Arwen came toward them on her hands and knees and knelt down in front them. Aragorn opened Eowyn’s legs and used both hands to open her cunt lips so Arwen could taste her while he was inside her. She felt like she was truly going to melt. He held her tight as he thrust his strong hips up into her.
"My beautiful warrior," he moaned into her ear. Then the sounds he made weren’t words exactly but incoherent groans as she felt him throbbing deep inside her. She felt her own orgasm start as she shuddered around him. It was all she had dreamed it would be as she closed her eyes to commit it to memory, to hold forever in her heart. He filled her and kept pumping himself deep and kept filling her until his semen ran out of her, white and creamy. Her hands were tangled in Arwen’s hair as she licked the semen up that ran out around Aragorn’s cock. She looked up at them both and smiled a loving smile. They reached for her and she moved up so she was embracing them both.
Eowyn did not return to her bed until very early on her wedding day. They didn’t sleep but loved each other long into the night, then talked and held each other til the first rooster crowed. She was escorted back to her room by the King and Queen, who tucked her into her bed and told her how much they both loved her and wished her a blissful marriage with the Steward of Gondor.
She smiled to herself and fell asleep as she relived the memories of the night.
~TBC~
