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As you lay down for a good night of sleep, you quickly found your mind was not able to calm down enough for you to do so. Your thoughts kept going back to the swarm of Crebains you had come across that morning. It had been a sudden wake-up call for you as to how dangerous your quest actually was. In that moment you spent with your guard down, the likelihood of you getting caught had been so near. It left you tossing and turning in your tent, your blanket not giving you any comfort where it normally would.
It went on for so long that you got startled when you suddenly heard Legolas' voice. "Are you alright?" You jumped, looking over to where the elf was now standing in your tent's entrance. "You have been tossing and turning for so long," He spoke, stepping into the slightly cramped space, just big enough for two. He knelt down next to you, grabbing your hand in his soft hold. "I could stay if it would help you." When you were about to open your mouth to turn him down, not wanting to be a burden, he continued. "Aragorn will be taking over the watch until morning. I have just woken him. You are safe."
It was those last three words that did it for you. "Please," You suddenly realised how much you hated being alone right now and quickly moved to make space for him under the blanket beside you. He slid in next to you and wrapped an arm around you like it was the easiest decision he had ever made. The warmth of him was quick to calm you down a bit.
You let out a sigh as you pressed up against him, your palm lying on his chest, right over his heart. However, instead of feeling a slow and calming beat that you expected from an elf such as Legolas, a harsh rhythm could be felt. When you looked up at him, you found his gaze on you already. "You have been tense all day," He calmly spoke in the silence of the night. "It was easy to sense."
"Oh, I'm sorry if it bothered you.” You suddenly felt a bit small.
"Do not apologise, I just wished I could help you," The sincerity was clear in his eyes. "'May I help you?" He asked you as he slowly moved to sit up, giving you the opportunity to refuse him as he lay a hand on your upper arm, caressing it slowly with his thumb, his intention more than clear to you.
"You know I could never refuse such kindness." There was no hesitation in your answer, even as Legolas tried to find some in the moments after. He quickly gave up and realised you were being truthful, and not trying to please anyone but yourself. He leaned down to press his lips to yours, a content sigh leaving you as you were finally where you had secretly wanted to be this entire journey. His arm moved around your back as he leaned over you, his hand sprawled over the expanse of your back, the weight of him pressing comfortably onto your body. His other hand found its way down your side, grabbing your thigh and moving it over his hip so he could rest comfortably between your legs.
Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you as his tongue moved along your lips, requesting entrance, which you easily granted. A soft moan left you that quickly turned into a gasp as you felt Legolas grind down against your core, cloth still separating you, but not lessening the pleasure that the slight rutting sent up your spine.
Legolas' movements against you were precise, drawing out wave after wave of building pleasure. The hand on your thigh then moved back up, finding its way underneath your tunic, up until his cold hand came in contact with the underside of your breast, cupping it in his palm. He squeezed the flesh lightly, feeling its fullness, moving his thumb over your protruding nipple.
His mouth moved from yours, his lips kissing, licking and nibbling every piece of your flesh it came across as he made his way down past your neck and collarbone before moving to take your tunic off completely so he could continue his way down to your breasts. One of them was now getting smothered by Legolas' mouth, his sucking and kissing making your arch your back to press him closer against you, while his now warm hands were still fondling the other.
All of it became almost too much, your hands cupping his neck, your thumb passing over the sharpness of his ear, a groan leaving him as you felt him twitch against your womanhood in response. Your breathing quickened, and you could feel your release rapidly approaching. Your legs thrashed lightly around his waist, your feet locking behind his arse to keep him close while the rutting against you left you crying out against the back of your hand, willing yourself to silence while your orgasm had you seeing stars.
A few moments later, you could feel Legolas' cock spasm against you, a moan vibrating against your chest, his radiating warmth a comfort as you rode out your high. You let out a satisfied sigh, massaging his neck as you enjoyed the aftermath. The elf slowly but surely moved to kiss his way back up to your lips were they met yours with a soft groan. You could feel his grin against your mouth, a giddy feeling coming over you.
His mouth then wandered to your ear as his hands went to your hips, tugging at your breeches before whispering against you. "Let's take this off, shall we? We don't want you to be uncomfortable all drenched like this." You did not take long before humming in agreement, letting him remove the last pieces of clothing still covering you, before you – almost too eagerly – tried to pull his attire off. He chuckled slightly, moving to sit up so he could easily take it all off. Your eyes did not leave him for a second while more of his skin was revealed to you.
As he just sat there for a moment in all his elvish glory, the body heat he offered quickly became a miss to you. The cold left you shivering in your naked state. You were about to pull him against you again, but Legolas spoke before you could do so, leaving you entirely frozen for a second.
"Aragorn. Join us if you'd like," You looked at the slightly smirking elf, once again amazed by his senses.
A moment later, you realised you were strangely calm for the situation you found yourself in, not at all put off by the thought of Strider accompanying the pair of you as you truly thought about it.
So when the tent opened, and the man stepped into the now very tight space, another shiver ran down your spine, one full of anticipation for what he would give you. You saw him swallow at the sight of your completely undressed state. You did not bother covering up, liking the effect you had on him already.
"I'm not interrupting?" The ever so polite man asked.
Legolas looked at you, and when you gave no opposition, he turned back to his friend. "Of course not. Come join," And only then did Aragorn come into the cramped tent. "You do need to shed that attire; it is far too warm in here for all those layers." Aragorn's eyes raked over you again, before he followed the elf's words, stripping before your eyes until he was as naked as the day he was born.
Before you could once again start enjoying your company, a thought crossed your mind. "There is no one on watch right now," Your voice spoke up since you were with three. You looked at the men. "Can we leave the rest unprotected like that?"
Legolas leaned over you, softly grabbing your chin between his fingertips. "It will be fine for a moment, we will fight over who will leave your warmth when we are all satisfied," He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips to reassure you. Their judgment you trusted more than anything when it came to safety, so you did not see any reason to undermine their opinion when it came to the subject. Legolas moved to sit beside your head a moment later, changing the subject. "Perhaps the lady wants Aragorn between her thighs for the second round." The man locked eyes for a moment, Aragorn still a bit unsure, but now kneeling down before you.
You quickly decided nothing much was going to happen unless you showed the man it was fine and you wanted him. Your palm found his cheek, his stubble tickling you slightly as you pulled him towards you for a kiss; slow at first to get him used to the close proximity before deepening it, your tongue finding its way into his mouth. It was like his resistance broke, warm hands grabbed at your body – your thighs and hips – your skin sure to be thoroughly bruised by the end of the night.
A moan – which he quickly swallowed – left you at the intensity of his touch. Heat quickly rising within you, your desire growing the longer he went on. You wrapped your legs around him, getting eager at the thought of him inside you, slick adding to your drenched womanhood from the orgasm Legolas had just given you.
Aragorn moved down, leaving open-mouthed kisses on all the skin he came across, his hand holding your thigh, keeping you wrapped around him. "Have you ever taken one?" He whispered against your ear, sending a wave of pleasure down your spine while his cock lay warm against your flesh like a promise of what was to come.
"Yes, you don't need to be gentle." You raked your nails softly against his back, coming up to cup the back of his head.
"What if I want to be gentle?" You whimpered. At this point just desperate; you did not care how he gave it to you, as long as he did not prolong filling you any longer. Bucking your hips up against him, searching for friction, for some kind of relief from your ache. You hoped he got the message.
His hand moved to grab a hold of himself, moving his cock along your folds to slather the skin with the slick you were producing. You could feel a hand softly stroking your hair, like a sort of comforting encouragement from the elf beside you.
The only sign you got to know Aragorn was about to enter you was his questioning gaze, a last confirmation that this was truly what you longed for. "Please, Aragorn," You did not want to know how pathetic you sounded to the ears of your company, but your pitch quickly changed when you felt the man breach your hole.
The sound leaving you was sinful; luckily, Legolas was quick enough to silence you, his lips covering yours in a searing kiss. It took a few moments for you to get used to the stretch, clamping down on Aragorn's cock, getting a hiss out of the man. Legolas pulled away a moment later. "Aragorn is going to move now. Do you think you can control your volume on your own?" The elf's gaze told you that he believed you couldn't, so of course, you had to try and prove him wrong, nodding yes in response. He smiled in return before turning to Aragorn.
The elf watched as the man pulled his cock out of you before pushing back inside, engulfing himself within your walls. His slow, almost experimental movements picking up in rhythm, only but a few thrusts later, when the two of you got used to each other. As you grew accustomed to him within you, it was easy to learn what you could do to please him, too, or at least what made his grip on your hips tighten and his movements sharpen. Aragorn, too, slowly but surely figured you out; he had found that toe-curling spot of soft wall inside of you as you writhed in place, squeezing him as you futilely tried keeping in your whimpers. Legolas' earlier challenge and your assurance now came back to haunt you as you could not get yourself to quieten, the sounds leaving you certainly pitiful to the ear.
"Ssh..." Legolas spoke your name, "We do not want to wake the little ones now, do we? With your volume, we might," The elf had come down to whisper teasingly in your ear. He caressed your cheek within his palm, his thumb finding its way within your mouth. Without even thinking about it, you started sucking on the digit softly. "Maybe having your mouth filled will help you quiet down," Legolas vocalised his solution, moving to properly kneel beside your head, his cock standing proud; if it had been but a little heavier, it would have pointed right at you.
Another whimper left you as even more slick formed between your legs, the desire to taste the piece of flesh in front of you was high. Your hand moved to hold him, the heat making it a pleasant weight in your palm. A few soft tugs and a swipe of your thumb across the slit send Legolas quivering on his knees.
"Open up for me," The elf spoke from above you. You moved your hand to his hip, pulling him closer, showing him you wanted this, just as you wanted Aragorn pounding inside of you. "So eager," You planted a kiss on his tip before your lips finally swallowed him, his cock filling your mouth, your noises muffling as a result. "And so gorgeous too," A sigh left him at the feeling of heat surrounding him.
Legolas caressed your head, his fingers softly moving through your hair as he started slowly rutting into your mouth with shallow thrusts. Aragorn's hands were still on your hips, his warm palms grounding you as the two of them distracted you from all the evil outside of the cover of your tent.
A hand – Legolas’ – then covered your breast, squeezing the flesh and stimulating your nipple, a moan leaving you, or trying to, at the touch. Aragorn's lips soon joined in this effort, taking the other mound in his mouth and leaving soft kisses over the expanse of your chest as you – all but too late – noticed the movement of one of his hands. A sudden pressure on your clit, together with the rest of their careful but deliberate touches, had the high of your pleasure rapidly approaching. There was no way to stop the wave of body-shuddering release coming over you.
Your eyes closed as you clenched down around Aragorn's cock, while simultaneously sending vibration's though Legolas' with all the moans his cock kept you from uttering. Aragorn's hips stuttered against your pelvis as you rode out your orgasm, his hips suddenly pulling back before you heard him groan and felt his seed cover your stomach. Legolas' hips too pulled away from you, his cock leaving the warmth of your mouth; however, still remaining connected by a string of your saliva. You watched the elf stroke himself to a release alongside the pair of you, before he spilt himself on the blanket you had long passed thrown aside.
The three of you remained – recovering from your own highs – in each other's company. Legolas seemed insufferably unaffected compared to Aragorn and you, the both of you trying to catch your breath after your physical exertion.
When you took a moment to look at the two males, you found them already enthralled by you, their eyes focused on your still lying figure. You had half a thought to cover yourself up, but let out a chuckle at the thought. The two looked at you with a smile at the sound that left you, something you easily and quickly returned.
"It is amazing how truly every sound that leaves you is an absolute delight to the ear." Your face turned a dark tone of red at those words, and you immediately decided covering yourself up and hiding from their gazes was not such a bad idea – grabbing for the blanket and trying to vanish underneath it. The two immediately moved to lie on either side of you. "Don't hide your beautiful face from us," Hands grabbed at the fabric before revealing your – once again – smiling face to them.
Now content, they snuggled against you to join you under the covers, their bodies providing you with more warmth than the fabric ever could. The three of you let out a collective satisfied sigh. The two of them each pressed several kisses to any sliver of skin they could reach before closing their eyes to get some rest, which quickly reminded you. "Shouldn't one of you continue the watch?" The question was answered with a pair of groans in your ear.