Lotr Pegging Scenarios: Race of Men
@melhekhelmurkun This is for you babe 😎
It was a rare sight, but if anything that just made it sweeter. Aragorn was the practical embodiment of positive masculinity - fair, brave, strong and loyal. But even warriors need to be cared for sometimes, and you were more than happy to provide for him.
There he was, this 6’ giant of a man, lying on his side taking your cock. Each rock of the thick strap-on gave him more pleasure than before, rubbing against his prostate in the most delicious way. You weren’t sure how you managed to hold his long leg in the air, given the sheer weight of it but one does what they can I guess. His moans were quiet, husky, but still too little for your liking. You wanted to hear his pleasure.
Letting go of his leg and leaving it to fall to rest on the bed, you grabbed the ranger roughly by his hips and slammed into him hard. He yelped in surprise and pleasure, the new angle and force feeling too delicious to be true. His moans were like honey, sweet and sultry as you ripped them from his throat.
“Ah! Hit that spot again!” He begged.
Raising an eyebrow, you slowed your pace somewhat, making him whine.
“This is so unlike you, Aragorn. Do you really deserve it?”
“(Y/N).. do not tease me, my love.” He gasped, scooting his hips back to push you deeper inside of him.
You stopped moving, your orders clear.
“Argh, fuck me, Meleth Nîn! I need it, please, I need it so bad- AAAH!!”
Grabbing his hand roughly and wrapping it around his cock, and then taking the other behind his back as your own to hold, the Ranger was left face-down in the bedsheets moaning for his life. He started mercilessly playing with himself as you picked up the pace, his moans muffled but loud enough for you to hear as he begged for it. Finally, the ranger came with a great shout, his body shivering and shaking like a leaf in the wind. Running your hands over his back muscles soothingly, you giggled.
“We should definitely do this again sometime, melleth~”
“Hah.. ah!! Hnn, darling, please..”
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
You’d never expected Boromir of all people to be so whiny in bed, but with your cock rocking into him it must’ve been hard not to. You thought back to all the times you were in his position, the moans and gasps he pulled from you. But now it’s payback time, though one which seemed much more pleasurable for you both.
His thick and heavy legs propped up on each of your shoulders, hands fisting the sheets so tight that they may rip at any moment. His ass moved slightly with every thrust, and a dopey pleased smile was etched on his face as he pumped his cock in-hand.
“I want to cum, darling! Please love, give it to me, I need to- OH!!”
Cupping his balls and massaging them with one hand, the other hooking around his leg to aid in slamming against him, Boromir was a writhing mess. Moans poured out so loud that he felt dizzy, and you were sure all of Gondor would be speaking of this in the morning. But oh heavens was it worth it.
"Fuck, fuck, ahhhhh Y/N!! I *pant* I can't hold it anymore, I'm sorry!!"
With that, he came suddenly, white ribbons shooting out all over his stomach and chest. He whined so loud it made you giggle.
"This is so unlike you, Boromir." You smiled.
"Anything for you darling." He chuckled between pants.
'Oh lord all mighty' he thought, trying desperately to shut in his moans.
But no amount of panting and writhing could stop his whines and whimpers from escaping as you rocked the thick strap-on in and out. Using one hand to restraint his arms and the other leaving bruises on his bum, Eomer was dizzy with pleasure - absolutely ravished by his love. His hair was tousled and very much in his face, blushing with his whole body and complete with pretty little smack marks on his ass. It was so arousing just to look at. Eomer, Lord of the Mark, King of Rohan, a six foot angel of a man, whimpering and groaning beneath you.
"Y/N.." He whined, sounding very unlike himself, "Please move faster!"
"Hmm… alright." You smirked, drawing a yelp from him with another firm smack on the ass.
Dropping his arm, you sunk your fingertips into his hips as you pounded away with bruising force. Now using his freed hands to steady himself against the bed, ass in the air, Eomer no longer tried to restrain himself, moaning and letting all of Rohan who the queen really was.
With a low groan and a long whine, Eomer came all over the bed. Panting heavily, he whimpered loudly as you pulled out, flipping the man over to look at your work. The smile he cracked was as golden as his hair
Faramir was a very dignified man, noble in every regard. And it was clear he was trying to hold onto that, but with a thick strap in his ass and his mind dizzy and swimming with pleasure, it was becoming exceedingly difficult.
Whining and moaning with every thrust, while occasionally looking over his shoulder to see your cock rocking in and out, Faramir was at his end. He sounded almost pitiful, eyes shut tightly as you restrained his hands. Though of course you would never tell him such things, for you knew Faramir loved nothing more than to be praised.
"You're doing so well baby, taking me so well~"
"Hah, really?" He whined.
"Yes baby, so damn well. Do you want to come now?"
"Ahhh fuck yes, please make me come, please-"
He gave a great yelp and whine as you picked up the pace, all while reaching around to pump his cock in time with your thrusts. He barely had time to warn you before he came.
And as you were pulling out and cleaning him up, all the poor man could do was apologize profusely for coming so soon.
"You're fine love" you said, rubbing soothing hands all over him, "I like seeing you come early."
He blushed with his whole body.
"Yes, it means I did a good job!"
"Oh," he kept panting, "You most certainly did."
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