A Lord of the Rings story featuring Arwen on a quest to find Gandalf.
The land of Middle-earth was vast, and beautiful with its risks and Arwen, the daughter of Elrond, understood this for certain. Her mission was imperative and the echoes of darkness invading her people’s territory were reaching Rivendell. With the help of the stars she set off to search for Gandalf Gandalf, the wizard of wisdom whose advice was sought out in the most desperate of times.
In flowing elvish garb of green and silver, Arwen moved through the old forests with the elegance of her ancestors. Her journey was not easy and as the sun began to dip beneath the sky, she stumbled upon an isolated glade where she could rest. She laid her cloak on the soft moss, and her eyes scanned the night for any signs of danger however, the forest was quiet, with only the rumble of leaves.
As she laid in her bed in her bed, letting the cool air relax her tired muscles, she thought drifted to Gandalf and the wisdom he could give, and to the peace she wanted to bring back to her family. The eyes of her grew heavy and then she fell to sleep, her eyes awake to the sounds of night.
It was at that point that the creature appeared. A serpent that was as slim like a twig, its scales shining in silver and iridescent blue and slithered slowly towards her. It was unusually thin, not much more than her small finger, however its length was a deceiving illusion and stretched to around 24, inches. It was not a normal snake. Magic echoed around it, an magic that sounded like ancient magical, primordial magic.
Arwen experienced a strange sensation, a tingle on her skin as the snake started its journey. The snake moved quickly and slid under her clothing with its smooth, cool body pressing against her soft skin. She awoke suddenly with her eyes wide but the sensation wasn’t one of terror. Instead, a feeling of warmth started to radiate through her body, and a tingling sensation began where the snake was and spread outwards.
“Man certh?” She whispered into Elvish her voice, breathy with arousal and confusion. “What are you doing?”
The snake didn’t pay any attention to her words and continued its snaking throughout her body. It was circling her breasts the scales rubbing against her nipples, which caused them to harden beneath the cloth. Her lips screamed as the snake moved down and its body was now is a whisper against her belly, slipping towards the vee that was between her legs, where her exuberance had begun to saturate the air. Her elvish clothing, crafted to allow for movement without restriction and mobility, provided very little obstruction to snake’s advancing and the fabric parted like a swaying invitation to touching.
“Nay, this cannot be,” Arwen murmured with a sigh of relief as the awe, unlike anything she’d experienced started to rise in her. Its movements seemed seductive with each stroke that appeared to know precisely which part of her body to strike to ignite the fires of her passion. The coldness of its scales against the hot skin of her was an astonishment that just increased her sensitivity.
The creature swung its way to the junction of her thighs the head of the creature swung against her, sent shivers through her. Arwen’s breath was quick, sharp gasps with her body deceiving her by its reaction. Her sex was damp, her arousal apparent in the way that her body travelled over her clitus, with each move sending a jolt of pleasure throughout her. As the snake was sensing the capitulation and arousal, started to move more intensity and its body slid across the most sensitive parts of her body and causing her to bend her back to delight.
“Aiya! Ai, naur!” she exclaimed with a mixture of delight and shock when her first gasp was about to happen. The snake’s movements became complex, concentrated, and then with the final precise flick of its tail Arwen was gone. Her orgasm sounded like a raging storm. Her body shaken, her muscles clenching, and a swell of joy so intense that it seemed like liquid fire bursting out from her center. The sound of her moans filled the glistening glade and the trees of old stood the silent witness of her joy as she felt her blood flow, merging with the dripping dew of the night.
However, the serpent wasn’t finished. When her high ebbed, it commenced another dance, this one at her entry point. Arwen who was now in the chaos of this forbidden joy was able to feel the snake’s slim body press against her trying to gain an entry point. The initial resistance was dissolved when another wave of arousal was felt, and she was able to separate her legs more deeply, allowing the creature inside.
The snake slowly entered her body, its body bent and twisting within her, then doubling its body until it was completely enveloped in her. It was a sensation like nothing Arwen was ever experienced before; it was like her whole body was being inspected all of her interior walls being touched by the living, writhing creature. Its presence within her was both unsettling and thrilling and filled her in a way that she didn’t think could be feasible. Its scales could be felt on her most sensitive body parts it was a feeling that was alien and incredibly arousing.
“Amin mela lle,” she exclaimed, “I love you,” her words were a acceptance of the vast joy. The snake’s movements within her were constant, with every turn and twist sending sparks of happiness throughout her. The second orgasm grew with a ferocity that left her breathless, her body swarming around the snake, each contraction pressing it harder, amplifying the delight. She was able to feel every inch the snake’s body, its scales twitching her from within pushing her to new levels of bliss. Her screams were pure joy, pure bliss, her body shaking with every beat.
The snake appeared to dance within her, and its body was now an integral part of her, dancing in ways that seemed both foreign and intimate. Each time she ate, her cry became more raucous and her body was no longer hers, but rather serving as a vessel for this eerie deep, black sensation of ecstasy. The third climax felt like an earthquake, her body shaken, the moans transforming into a booming roar that appeared to shake the air surrounding the. The snake’s movements got more intense as its body moved with a force that brushed against every nerve leading to an intensity that seemed as if it could never stop. Her fluids began mixing with the serpent’s body and the feeling of it all was amazing and breathtaking.
Yet, the snake continued its movements becoming almost hysterical in their preciseness, hitting areas she never knew she had. Arwen became lost in the sea of joy with her fourth orgasm happening fast following the third that it was like a long continuous tidal wave. Arwen was panting with the words she spoke in Elvish were a blur of pleading and pleasure.
“Amin feuya lle,” she said in between gasps, “I yield to you.”
The snake, possibly thinking it was sensing her complete surrender, accelerated its movements and its body shook inside her, creating a sense of completeness and friction which drove her to another height. Each vibration was a thumping wave of joy and her body reacted with a flurry of joy. The fifth orgasm, however, was different from all others and it felt as if the snake was tapping into an ancient, primal energy within her. The snake’s movements transformed into an erratic, thumping dance, its body beating against her G-spot with a dazzling preciseness.
The ferocity of this moment was cataclysmic. The body was seized, each muscle contracting as if was being broken by the core but then being reassembled in the pure, raw joy. The vision was blurred, with colors and light flashing in front of her eyes like the universe itself was being revived. The screams of her were no longer only sounds, but physical manifestations of the ecstasy coursing through her body, her voice became raucous due to the intensity of her cry. She felt her body relax and a flow of fluid, which merged with the snake’s movements making a symphony of the wet sound and overwhelming sensation.
The gas seemed to stretch to infinity and her body was shivering as her internal walls were gripping and dislodging it in a trance of incredible pain. It was like it was all odour she’s ever experienced all at once, every sensation added to the previous until she could only feel pure joy, undiluted.
As if content by its triumph it started to retreat from her, its body separating slowly from her body every inch of its retreat sending a series of aftershocks throughout Arwen. The woman lay in the sand in a state of exhaustion and covered in sweaty flakes and her mind in a swirl of joy, confusion, and a new knowledge of her own needs. The process was slow and controlled, each move an ode to the joy it brought and her body pulsing in the echo of her final moments.
The snake was slithered off in a dazzling blaze of scales, glistening with the spirit of their interaction, and then disappearing into the forest’s underbrush and leaving Arwen in peace, surrounded by the sounds of her joy. Then she lay on the ground, the cool, night air against her swollen skin and her breath returning slowly to normal.
As she collected her wits, Arwen knew this encounter changed her. It wasn’t just the physical pleasure but also the realization of the profundity and breadth of her needs, the realization of the dark and illumination in her. She felt a sense of connection towards the ground, the primordial forces that controlled it, and also to her own wild spirit.
She stood and adjusted her robes, sensing the long-lasting sensations of the snake’s grip. A new sense determination, she began her quest toward Gandalf and realized it was more intricate and enigmatic than she ever thought of. The knowledge she was seeking in the Wizard would be infused by the knowledge of her own dark secrets and her travels across the dark night changed by the whimper that the serpent. Every step she took was accompanied by the memory of the night that she had spent which was a secret only shared by the forests, a tense dance with the dark that transformed her forever.
