ROHAN NIGHTS
"Don't, dear brother," said Eowyn. "Please don't!"
Eomer pressed his body against his sister's back, feeling the softness of green velvet against his bare chest, his nostrils flaring at the perfume in her blonde hair as he nuzzled the nape of her neck through the long tresses.
"This dress fits you well, Eowyn," he whispered into her ear. His hands curled around her narrow waist, pulling her closer. The sharp intake of her breath aroused him, reminding him of the soft gasps that always issued from her throat whenever they made love. Their passion was furtive and secret, being consummated in twilight trysts behind the stables of Edoras, or out in the meadows beside the river.
"Not here," she hissed, as his fingers reached around to fumble with the buttons at the front of her garment. "This place is not safe."
"Safe enough," Eomer replied, grinning as he unfastened the buttons. The topmost one was last, his thumb brushing his sister's collarbone as he tugged at the obstinate loop. Pressing his body closer, he felt the pert curves of her buttocks pushing against his erect penis, the velvet-clad cleft of her bottom making a pleasantly soft groove for his stiff eager manhood.
"You should not be naked here, brother," she whispered. "This is my private chamber, where I sleep alone."
"But tonight I want you so much," Eomer protested. "My mind is troubled with fears for the king, and with bitterness towards Wormtongue. Only you, my beautiful sister, can soothe the torment in my heart. Will you not make love to me?"
"We made love last month," Eowyn replied, giving a gentle sigh as the front of her dress opened. "You and I must not share our secret affection to frequently. Do not forget that what we do is forbidden by the laws of Rohan."
Eomer grunted as his hands drew the dress down to her waist. Peering over her shoulder, he saw the silky blonde tresses tumbling over her breasts, the pink nipples hardening as she shivered in the cool midnight air. Yellow lamplight bathed her smooth skin as she folded her arms to conceal her bosom.
"Why do you hide from my eyes?" Eomer inquired, placing small kisses on her bare shoulders. "You were less coy last month, when we writhed in the grass near the riverbank. You were happy to let me see your lovely breasts, and quite willing to let me squeeze them."
Eowyn gave another heavy sigh, shaking her head as her brother's hands tugged the dress down her hips, the garment falling swiftly to the floor. Stepping gracefully out of the pile of green velvet, she turned around to face him, her keen eyes gazing up into his bemused and anxious face.
"Do not be mournful," she said, standing on her tiptoes to entwine her arms around his neck. "I won't refuse you tonight, if you need my affection to calm your troubles. But this will be the only time that we make love in my private room. Next time, my handsome brother, we roll in the meadow or in the shed behind the stable."
"Of course," Eomer replied, smiling broadly as he watched his sister fall to her knees at his feet. His erection bobbed in front of her face until she clasped her left hand around the root. With the fingers of her right hand she gently drew back his foreskin before reaching between his thighs to caress his hairy scrotum.
"Your ball-sack feels harder than usual," Eowyn remarked. "Almost as firm as your gorgeous big cock."
"My testicles ache with desire," gasped Eomer, the muscles in his legs tightening as his sister's soft warm lips closed around the bulbous tip of his phallus. His hands burrowed into her blonde mane, his fingers caressing her smooth neck, while her head began to move slowly back and forth. Moaning in pleasure, Eomer closed his eyes to savor the exquisite sensations of her tongue swirling along the underside of his shaft, his ears listening to the slurp and squelch of her mouth as she sucked him to orgasm.
Curling her arms around his hard-muscled thighs, Eowyn squeezed and massaged her brother's firm buttocks, enjoying the shape of his masculine curves. A familiar glow tingled in her vagina, spreading outward through her loins to surge through her belly. Moisture dampened her slit as her juices began to ooze, while her nipples hardened to pink spikes as they brushed against Eomer's trembling knees. His climax came quickly and suddenly, mighty gasps issuing from his throat as he ejaculated into his sister's mouth, his flow of semen so copious that surplus droplets spilled from her lips to trickle down her chin. She dutifully swallowed every ounce of her brother's hot fluid, smiling at the intimacy of the deed and waiting eagerly for his penis to recover.
"My rod will harden more swiftly if I lick you," he ventured, kissing her forehead as she rose to her feet. "You know how much I love to taste your tender meat, Eowyn."
Laughing softly, she moved gracefully towards the bed and lay upon it, spreading her legs while Eomer crouched like a lion between her milky-white thighs. The neat triangle of golden bristles above her glistening cunt tickled his nose as he nuzzled it, the musky odor of her femininity making his nostrils flare. Then, when his tongue slicked slowly along her slit, her spine arched upward from the bed and her fingers clawed into his straggly blond hair. With rhythmic licks he soon reduced her to a creature of squirms and sighs, her mouth murmuring her love for him as the tip of his tongue flicked her swollen clit.
Eventually she surrendered to orgasm, her pale slender body writhing desperately as she struggled to stifle a cry of delight. Even while she lay twitching and quivering, Eomer's powerful frame loomed above her, his broad torso supported on his strong arms as he gazed down at her with affection. Looking up into his smiling face, her blue eyes widened as his restored erection glided into her flesh, her vagina closing around the shaft as it slid slowly inside her body. After a month of abstinence it felt wonderful to be penetrated again by her brother's well-endowed cock and she was glad that her initial resistance had been overcome.
"I love you, my brave and beautiful sister," whispered Eomer, his hair dangling down to tickle her pert breasts, the pert round orbs wobbling gently as his hips pumped rhythmically against her crotch.
"I love you, too, dear brother," she replied, grinning when he bent his head to kiss her nipples. "Will you forgive my earlier coyness? I was afraid to make love with you here, in the king's own house."
"I forgive," said Eomer. "Have I not always forgiven your teasing games?"
"Always," she whispered, her eyes closing as their lips met in a passionate kiss.
THE END
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