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Galadriel and Captain of the Guard
🕑 Added 2019-05-16 08:56:59 +0000 UTCTwilight fell silently on Lorien. The sun was slowly burning down, sending the last rays to the leaves of trees stretching towards them. The forest was about to fall asleep, like all its inhabitants.
Queen Galadriel could not sleep. Rejecting the weightless cover, she quietly, almost without touching the ground, fluttered out. She remembered that the scouts had repeatedly informed her that the orcs were preparing their strike at night, and therefore decided to check the advanced secrets of their warriors.
... And now the border of the forest. Around the small clearing stood three mighty melorna, and only the keen eye could see three sentries deftly hiding among the branches.
The first to see his queen was Ernal, the captain of the three scouts.
- My queen. - He gave respectful bow. - What led you to our post at such a late hour?
“I am just checking the vigilance of my warriors.” They say the orcs will soon hit at night.
“Our vigilance does not diminish for a moment, my queen.” The idea that we can lose you, unbearably tormented our hearts!
- Thank you, brave Ernal. I did not doubt you for a moment.
Galadriel turned away from the warriors and walked with quick steps to the middle of the clearing.
And Ernal at this time froze, fascinated by the beauty of her queen. In her airy silver dress, she was like a beautiful spirit, returning from Valinor to their world. His gaze slowly slid over Galadriel's figure. He saw a beautiful thin neck, with a golden strand that fell on it, narrow open shoulders, her beautiful full bosom, which fixed his gaze for a long time, a delicate waist, on which she wanted to slowly lower her arms and forget herself until the morning ...
“How can you think of her like that, she’s your queen!” The thought flashed through.
But the elf could not cope with his feelings and stood, unable to look away.
Galadriel was the queen of the elves of Lórien, because she knew how to understand the soul of each of her subjects. And now, feeling the thoughts of a young warrior by the elven standards, she unwittingly flushed. She knew about her beauty and had long been accustomed to admiring glances, but now ... There was something unusually romantic in this lonely glade, in the mighty mallorns, in the stars that were already beginning to shine with all lovers.
And ... the queen herself did not notice how she found herself on that mallorne, face to face with a blushing Ernal. Her hands lay on the shoulders of a warrior, and her lips were already entwined in a fierce kiss, which Galadriel did not even allow herself on her first night with her husband Celebran. Two sentries, who were on two tiers, left, and could soon return, and this only added to the sharpness of Galadriel's feelings.
- My queen?! - It was uttered in a whisper in Galadriel's ear.
In Ernal, a sense of duty struggled with a sudden burning passion. And he felt that passion was already winning.
- Give me the ... - barely whispered Galadriel. - I command ...
And again her lips stroke the lips of the captain of the guard.
And Ernal, realizing that resistance does not make any sense, ceased to resist the flow that overwhelms him. His hands themselves laid on the elastic breasts of Galadriel, starting to stroke them through the neckline of a thin dress. It seemed to him that he was in paradise. He had never experienced anything more beautiful. His hands felt white velvet skin and firm nipple compaction. Gently, almost without touching, he freed one marble chest from the dress, then the other. Galadriel groaned and, with extraordinary agility, pushed the warrior on his back. Her tender, cool fingers rushed down, and, having managed with the belt, at last they released the finest men's treasure from captivity. A member of the elf has long been hard as a stone, and Galadriel, the most beautiful queen of the elves, Loriena, began to caress him with her full tender lips. The wave of pleasure, swaying, slowly raised and carried the young elf farther and farther away from the simple earthly life.
- Ooo, my queen !!! - and the juice of love poured into the mouth of Galadrieli, which she had never tasted.
This blessed fountain was so strong that Galadriel released a member that immediately splashed all over her face. Elf was lying on his back, in oblivion, clasping the head of his queen, spewing out the last drop of sperm.
But it was not the end. A few minutes later, Galadriel's hand again found the weapon of his loyal warrior. At the touch of gentle cool fingers, the elf groaned and leaned forward. His hands hurriedly touched the queen's breasts, which riveted all his attention to themselves. At first, he timidly touched them with his hands, but then, greedily fell to them with his lips, letting out and taking into his mouth elastic pink nipples. His member was already ready for new exploits. And so, his hand sneakily slipping behind the hem of a long night dress, found there the queen's charming elastic ass. Her fingers moved a little to the side, feeling for a small round pea, from the touch to which Galadriel leaned forward and groaned:
- Ah! Come on, warrior! Come on!
And, removing the silky folds of the dress, the warrior raised himself and abruptly struck the bosom of his queen.
- Oh! Yes! Yes! Mmmm! - Only the shocked queen could talk, trembling under the blows of a member, like a sapling under the winter winds.
Her beautiful breasts jumped very excitingly, thick golden hair scattered over her shoulders, her dress fluttered in the wind, her head was thrown back. The adorable taut cave closely enclosed the elf member with its arches, again and again plunging into it. Ernal could not believe that he, a mere captain of the watch, at night, on the branches of the mallorn, was making love to his queen. This thought completely captured him, he became more excited, began to move faster and more furiously. And his fervor bore its fruits: after a few minutes, Galadriel's vagina clenched, the elf's member stiffened and, clinging to each other, the queen's bosom filled to the brim with life-giving moisture.
Exhausted, Galadriel fell on Ernal, passionately kissed his dick, taking precious droplets of sperm in her mouth. The elf embraced his queen and they, tired but still passionate, went to rest together.
But they were not going to waste time on such a wonderful moonlit night. With a slight movement, Ernal’s fingers slid along the queen’s thighs, moving toward the black triangle that had darkened below. And so they reached the goal, finding black hairs and secret pink sponges. Galadriel hugged the warrior, her hands soon again felt the elastic flesh of the head of a long and thin elf member. So they froze in a beautiful pose, delivering unearthly pleasure to each other. Ernal stroked the soft labia and sensitive queen of the queen, slightly penetrating into them with a finger, and Galadriel with might and main moved her cool palm along the risen member and again demanding female caress of the member. Their lips merged, they greedily clung to each other, the elf felt Galadriel's tight breasts. It was the most beautiful moment of his life. And then, under the pressure of a raging passion, he slowly lifted three fingers at once into the narrow hole of his queen, gradually starting to move them. Galadriel started, exhaled slowly, and stood up a little, so that Ernal would be more comfortable to realize his dreams. The captain himself felt the heat inside her beautiful narrow cave, simultaneously with the pleasure of growing and falling below the abdomen. Only one thought captured his thoughts:
“I give pleasure to my queen! Is she as good as me? O almighty Eru, how nice it is! ”Echoed in his head.
But that night Galadriel wanted more, wanted to get from young Ernal, all he could give her, so that both of them fell exhausted to the ground and never again forgot about this truly beautiful night. Turning slowly, she looked into the dark eyes of the elf half-closed from pleasure, and, sharply bending, she became in an exciting pose, sliding the edge of the dress to the side and shamelessly revealing to her a beautiful view of her cave.
- Come on, oh my warrior! Show me what you really can do for your queen! She said in an excited, quick whisper.
And Ernal really showed himself. Sweat trickled down his thin, high forehead, cheekbones stood out sharply from the strain. And, standing like a warrior preparing to finish off a defeated enemy with a long spear, he stood up and whispered faintly:
- For you, my queen ...
And, sharply upright, he introduced his penis between the two beautiful legs of the queen.
- Ltd! Mmmm! Oh!
- Yes Yes Yes!!! - They sounded in unison their groans.
Erotic action completely absorbed them both. Galadriel, forgetting himself, no longer controlling himself, basking in the rays of pleasure, unconsciously moved to the beat with Ernal. Her beautiful hair of a golden waterfall fell down, her dress rustled when his insatiable hands felt the queen's beautiful body, her breasts moved with the body, swaying like a light boat during a storm. The moans, no matter how hard she tried to keep them, flew out of her mouth. Ernal moved at a variable pace, then, speeding up, then slowing down his movements. Soon, unable to bear the erotic spectacle of the half-naked moaning queen of the golden forest, he felt that he was approaching a climax. Having quickened a stroke of his member, with which he constantly attacked his beautiful mistress, he waited for the end.
- Aa-aa-aahh!
The queen's moan broke free and flew to the stars. Galadriel shook herself, the walls of her cave tensed, as if not wanting to let go of the desired prey, and after a few moments, which seemed like an eternity to her, weakened. The elf, pouring a stormy fountain out of himself, screamed subtly, pulled out his penis, and led him over the queen, splashing beautiful dress, hips, waist and hair. Galadriel fell face down into the tough bark of meollorn, choking with emotion that overwhelmed her. The elf raised his beautiful face to the stars, it seemed that he was listening to something very distant, inaudible to others ...
... Galadriel walked back to her palace. She walked, she knew that she would never forget that night and would definitely try to experience something like that, although it seemed to her almost impossible ...
