Snowed Under

Figuratively since it's 30 degrees Celsius here.

Mirr has taken upon herself to cheer me up with this little ditty. Bless her heart. :)

Warning: Shameless me-insertion. Otherwise how was Mirr to cheer me up as surely and quickly as she did? :D

:: le sigh ::

Eomer, Third Marshal of the Rohirrim, Rohan's bravest warrior and most lusted-after sex-god, brushed just the very tip of his turgid cock against Do's juicy nether lips...

Do made a sound somewhere between a squeal and a gasp and Eomer's lush lips curved into a smile...

"You are very responsive, my lady... and very, very, wet." He pressed just a fraction of his thick girth inside her slick depths. "I'm not sure I've ever been with a maiden so ripe... like a sweet fruit bathed in syrup."

Do groaned and tried to press her hips up to accommodate more of his shaft but he was holding them tightly in place.

"My King, I would have you silence your tongue and make me yours."

"Don't you like me talking you?" he growled softly against her shell-like ear, tickling it with his soft beard. "Don't you want me to tell you how I will pleasure you until you no longer remember your name?"

"Perhaps we should write it down, just to be on the safe side," he murmured.

"What?" whispered Do distractedly, only aware that he had slid a little more of himself inside her aching wetness.

"Your name, my lady."

"I don't care about my name," groaned Do, writhing. "Please, just fuck me."

"Language, such language," murmured Eomer, gently tugging her ear between his teeth.

"I'm sorry..."

"You misunderstand me," said Eomer. Another fraction of an inch. Eomer's lips were on her neck now, tongue tracing little circles. "I was rather hoping you might say it again."

Do bucked her hips again to find he had released her and she could take more of him inside... oh god he was so hard... she was going to die if she couldn't have all of him...

"Fuck me, horselord, *fuck* me."

"As you - "

Do screamed as suddenly his hands were under her arse and he was slamming his full length into her.

"...command, my lady."

And then he was groaning too, all teasing over, because it felt so good to be buried in her heat, her tightness, her slickness.

"Again."

"Fuck me."

"Again."

"Fuck me."

His hips powered his thick cock relentlessly into her now. Heated flesh pressed and strained, became shiny with sweat as their rhythm intensified.

"Squeeze me... inside... let me feel you," Eomer groaned.

Do obliged him, her walls tightening harder around him as he thrust.

"By the gods..."

"Eomer."

"Tell me."

"I can't... so good... too good..."

"Tell me again... that word your people use."

"Fuck me... oh god... hard... harder."

Do looked up at him, could not believe the beauty of the face above her lost in the sensations she was giving him, forehead creased as though pleasure had become pain, breath panting through those plush lips, blond mane hanging in his gorgeous eyes and brushing the swollen tips of her breasts.

His mouth dropped to her neck again.

"Tell me - "

"Again?"

"I know you want me to fuck you." The word sounded so dirty and beautiful in the mouth of a man who didn't use the word. "Tell me something different. Something more."

Her body was almost at breaking point beneath his burly body and his thick, hard, outrageously pumping shaft.

His lips were on her jawbone. "Don't make me say it. Tell me."

She felt the soft touch when the rest of him was so demanding and hard and understood. "Kiss me, Eomer. Kiss me until there's nothing left."

"Yes, lady, yes. Until there's nothing left."

Then those divine lips were on her mouth, his tongue seeking hers, taking final possession of her.

She could not have believed his lovemaking could have become anymore fierce but that deeper connection seemed to throw him into overdrive... his hands on either side of her shoulders while she clung to him desperately, legs hooked around his straining back and her hips meeting his thrust for thrust as their bodies reached for the final consummation... he had to lift his mouth from hers now... "Do... Do... Do..."

"Eomer," she sobbed brokenly against his neck. "Eomer, please now... please... god... Eomer... Eomer..."

The fire in her loins exploded into flower and she writhed and spasmed on his thrusting cock, falling falling falling into light and felt him oh sweet Jesus felt him falling with her as he gave a last mighty heave and groan and spurted his hot creamy come deep deep deep inside her, at the source of her, Eomer right at the core of her, inside, undone, hers...

She was crying, she knew she would cry, silent streaming tears of release and then she was laughing because he was looking at her in concern and there had surely never been a sweatier more mussed more beautiful horselord and who could ever have thought the day she first saw him standing tall and proud with the wind whipping his hair and his cloak out behind him that he would ever be collapsed and sated upon her, even though she'd wanted that from that very first second...

A grin stretched his gorgeous mouth as he watched her laughing with wet eyes... then he dropped those lips to her breasts and tenderly took each nipple into his mouth and teased them gently with teeth and tongue while she still giggled gently even as her hands came up into his sweaty mane and stroked him, holding him to her.

He looked up at her. "My lady, have I driven you from your senses?"

"Yes, my horselord, I think you have. And it feels wonderful."

He pressed a delicate kiss upon her mouth and laid his shaggy head upon her chest, and they lay still, breathing gently together.

"Do?"

"Yes, Eomer."

"Oh." He sounded slightly disappointed.

"Oh what?"

"You remember your name. I must not have fulfilled my task to the best of my ability."

"Eomer - "

He wriggled onto his elbows so that they were face to face, his eyes alight with mischief.

"I will just have to try harder next time."

~ The End! ~