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A Lord of the Rings tale with Arwen on a mission in search of Gandalf.
The realm of Middle-earth was vast, its beauty matched only by its dangers, and Arwen, daughter of Elrond, knew this well. Her mission was urgent; whispers of darkness encroaching upon her people had reached Rivendell. With the stars as her guide, she set forth in search of Gandalf, the wise wizard whose counsel was sought in desperate times.
Dressed in flowing elvish robes of silver and green, Arwen moved through the ancient forests with the grace of her lineage. Her journey had been long, and as the sun dipped below the horizon, she found a secluded glade to rest. She spread her cloak upon the soft moss, her eyes scanning the twilight for signs of danger, but the forest was silent, save for the whisper of leaves.
As she lay back, letting the cool air soothe her weary body, her thoughts wandered to Gandalf, to the wisdom he might impart, and to the peace she hoped to restore to her kin. Her eyelids grew heavy, and soon, she drifted into a light sleep, her senses still alert to the night’s murmurs.
It was then that the creature came. A serpent, slender as a twig, its scales catching the moonlight in hues of iridescent blue and silver, slithered silently towards her. It was unnaturally thin, no thicker than her little finger, but its length was deceptive, stretching to about 24 inches. This was no ordinary snake; magic hummed around it, a subtle enchantment that whispered of ancient, primal magic.
Arwen felt a strange sensation, a tickle against her skin, as the snake began its exploration. It moved with purpose, slithering under her robe, its cool, smooth body rubbing against her warm flesh. She awoke with a start, her eyes wide, but the sensation was not one of fear. Instead, a warmth began to spread through her, a tingling that started where the snake touched and radiated outward.
“Man certh?” she whispered in Elvish, her voice breathy with confusion and burgeoning arousal. “What are you doing?”
The snake paid no heed to her words, continuing its journey across her body. It circled her breasts, the scales brushing against her nipples, causing them to harden under the fabric. A moan escaped her lips as the serpent moved lower, its body now a whisper against her belly, sliding down to the vee between her legs where her arousal had begun to moisten the air. Her elvish garments, designed for freedom of movement, offered little resistance to the snake’s advance, the fabric parting as if inviting its touch.
“Nay, this cannot be,” Arwen murmured, her resolve weakening as pleasure, unlike any she had known, began to build within her. The snake’s movements were hypnotic, each slither a caress that seemed to know exactly where to touch to stoke the flames of her desire. The coolness of its scales against her now heated skin was a stark contrast that only heightened her sensitivity.
As the creature reached the juncture of her thighs, its head nudged against her, the sensation sending shivers through her. Arwen’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body betraying her with its response. Her sex was now wet, her arousal evident as the snake’s body moved over her clit, each pass sending jolts of pleasure through her. The snake, sensing her capitulation, began to move with more intent, its body sliding back and forth over her most sensitive areas, causing her to arch her back in pleasure.
“Aiya! Ai, naur!” she cried out, her voice a mix of shock and delight as her first orgasm approached. The snake’s movements became more intricate, more focused, and with a final, deliberate flick of its tail, Arwen was undone. Her orgasm hit like a storm; her body shook, her inner muscles clenching, a wave of pleasure so intense it felt like liquid fire spreading from her core. Her moans filled the glade, the ancient trees bearing silent witness to her ecstasy as she felt her juices flow, mixing with the dew of the night.
But the serpent was not done. As her climax ebbed, it began a new dance, this time at her entrance. Arwen, now lost in the throes of this forbidden pleasure, felt the snake’s slender body push against her, seeking entry. Her initial resistance melted away as another wave of arousal took hold, and she found herself parting her legs further, inviting the creature in.
Slowly, the snake entered her, its body bending and twisting inside her, doubling back upon itself until it was fully encased within her. The sensation was unlike anything Arwen had experienced; it was as if her very being was being explored, every inch of her inner walls caressed by the writhing, living creature. Its presence inside her was both invasive and exhilarating, filling her in a way she hadn’t known was possible. She could feel its scales against her most intimate parts, the sensation both alien and intensely arousing.
“Amin mela lle,” she gasped, “I love you,” her words a surrender to the overwhelming pleasure. The snake’s movements inside her were relentless, each twist and turn sending sparks of pleasure through her. Her second orgasm built with an intensity that left her breathless, her body convulsing around the serpent, each contraction squeezing it, amplifying her pleasure. She could feel every inch of the snake, its scales tickling her from within, driving her to new heights of ecstasy. Her cries were now of pure, unadulterated bliss, her body shuddering with each wave.
The snake seemed to dance within her, its body now a part of her, moving in ways that were both alien and incredibly intimate. With each orgasm, Arwen’s cries grew louder, her body no longer her own but a vessel for this strange, dark ecstasy. The third climax was like a storm, her body shaking, her moans turning into a keening wail that seemed to shake the very air around them. The snake’s movements became more frenzied, its body undulating in a way that touched every sensitive spot, pushing her into a climax that felt like it would never end. Her fluids began to mix with the serpent’s presence, the sensation of it all was both overwhelming and sublime.
And yet, the snake continued, its movements now almost maddening in their precision, hitting spots she didn’t know she had. Arwen was lost in a sea of pleasure, her fourth orgasm coming so quickly after the third that it felt like one long, continuous wave. She was panting now, her words in Elvish a jumbled mess of pleasure and pleading.
“Amin feuya lle,” she managed to say between gasps, “I yield to you.”
The snake, perhaps sensing her utter surrender, intensified its movements, its body vibrating inside her, creating a sensation of fullness and friction that drove her to yet another peak. Each vibration was like a shockwave of pleasure, her body reacting with spasms of delight. But the fifth orgasm was unlike any other; it was as if the snake had tapped into some primal, ancient force within her. Its movements turned into a wild, rhythmic dance, its body pulsing against her G-spot with an uncanny precision.
The intensity of this climax was cataclysmic. Her body seized, every muscle tensing as if she were being torn apart from the inside out, only to be pieced back together with waves of pure, raw pleasure. Her vision blurred, colors and light flashing before her eyes as if the world itself was being reborn. Her screams were no longer just sounds but a physical manifestation of the ecstasy tearing through her, her voice hoarse with the force of her cries. She felt her body release, a gush of fluid that mixed with the snake’s movements, creating a symphony of wet sounds and overwhelming sensation.
Her orgasm seemed to stretch into eternity, her body convulsing, her inner walls gripping and releasing the serpent in a dance of exquisite torture. It was as if she was experiencing every orgasm she had ever had at once, each sensation layered upon the last until she was nothing but pleasure, pure and undiluted.
Finally, as if satisfied with its conquest, the snake began to withdraw, its body uncoiling slowly from within her, each inch of its retreat sending aftershocks through Arwen. She lay there, panting, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, her mind a whirl of confusion, pleasure, and a newfound understanding of her own desires. The withdrawal was slow, deliberate, each movement a reminder of the pleasure it had wrought, her body still pulsing with the echoes of her climaxes.
The snake slithered away, its scales glistening with the essence of their encounter, disappearing into the underbrush of the forest, leaving Arwen alone with the echoes of her pleasure. She lay there, the cool night air against her flushed skin, her breath slowly returning to normal.
As she gathered her wits, Arwen knew this encounter would change her. It was not just the physical pleasure but the realization of the depth and breadth of her own desires, the acknowledgment of the dark and the light within her. She felt a connection to the earth, to the primal forces that ruled it, and to her own untamed spirit.
She stood, adjusting her robes, feeling the lingering sensations of the snake’s touch. With a renewed sense of purpose, she continued her journey towards Gandalf, knowing now that the world was far more complex and mysterious than she had ever imagined. The wisdom she sought from the wizard would now be tinged with the knowledge of her own hidden depths, her journey through the night forever altered by the whisper of the serpent. Each step she took now carried with it the memory of that night, a secret shared only with the forest, an intimate dance with darkness that had left her forever changed.
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