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I didn't think I'd find myself traveling through this dark winding forest. Constantly being called, as if tugged by some invisible golden thread. The scamper of critters kept me alert as I moved, knowing I had to reach my destination. I looked on into the deep green and fog of the forest, searching for shelter before the night, to begin my trek anew in the morning.
Stepping forward, one foot in front of the other a cave came into view. Exhaustion set in my bones, and I chose to take shelter here for the night. Curling against a wall of the cave, I slept. Though that didn't last long as a noise rumbled from deep within that cave. Every instinct in my brain, every bone in my body told but to run. But that golden thread pulled and urged me forward. Towards that noise I was being called, I was called to this cave. Though the reason why eluded me.
I followed that beckoning thread deeper into the cave as uncertainty began to set into me. Then I heard it.
"My precious!" a voice I've never heard before shouted, over and over it repeated those words, crying them out. "My precious, my precious, my precious!" Becoming more upset with each release of the phrase.
Walking into view of this creature, I felt sympathy, wondering what he had lost. So I asked, "have you lost your precious, do you need some help finding it?"
The creature turned its face to me, deep ridges and wrinkles set into his face, his skin graying. Tears filled his big eyes and all he wore was a too small loincloth. looking away from his skin, I was surprised to see a man, big and muscular. Sweat and dirt caked his body.
He turned to me and something in his cerulean blue eyes turned sinister, "You've already found it, my precious for the night is you."
Before I could question him, I was flipped on my back as he began to remove my traveling leathers, I tried to remove his hands but he was too strong. Swatting my hands away he said, "no my precious" his voice now more of a sultry purr than the mangled screech I heard earlier. my trousers now removed, his long spindly fingers caressed my undergarments in search of my apex. finding it he began to make slow lazy circles.
This whole situation was weird and confusing. However, it felt good and I didn't want him to stop. Though he was rather ugly, I could look away, to let what was beginning to build in my core release. breathy little moans began to escape my throat, as I begin to try and ask his name "what" moan "is your" moan "name" moan. "Sméagol" he replied. Seemingly sensing my nearing release, he stopped. Instead opting to now remove my top, kissing up my stomach along the way. Stopping at my breasts he took extra time with those, teasing by pinching and suckling on my nipples, feeling his tongue trace a circle around my nipple sent a chill through me that stopped right in that spot that craved more. Earning another breathy moan to rip from my throat.
I could feel his smile against my breast, working his way up my to my neck, he left soft kisses there too. Simultaneously he attempted to remove my undergarment, I moved my legs allowing him to do so completely. He stopped and looked over my naked body before smiling wickedly. Agonizingly slow he moved down once more further this time, slowly he opened his mouth revealing a forked tongue that he pressed directly against my sex, lapping up the juices left from his teasing earlier. Taking his fingers, he opened my folds to allow his tongue more access. His tongue continued, direct and harsh licks now on the swollen little bud between my legs. It felt so good, I grabbed his head asking for more, and his tongue granted it. Using that forked tongue of his he teased, before finding my entrance.
His tongue slid in me, so long and so nice against my walls, He began to fuck me with it. my moans and pleading became louder and more frequent. He went faster and wouldn't stop. Release built up quickly, this time feeling different than what I had felt before. This time it was more intense, her legs twitched and her climax exploded through her. Still his expert tongue carried me through, until I was a drooling and babbling mess, dumb with the pleasure of it all.
"My precious is so wet for me" he purred. I whined not wanting to come down from the high that was whatever his tongue did to me. My sex throbbing from the complex interlay of physical feelings.
Then something I didn't expect happened. He removed that loincloth and his length sprang free. It was so big, but it didn't matter. All I knew was that I wanted that in me next.
"Sméagol, please" I begged, looking down pointedly. Helping me, I ended up on all fours, his shaft now near my mouth instead of entrance. His long, spindly fingers found their way through my hair, locking my head into place. a bead of moisture gathered on that beautiful male body part and he said, "my precious, open your mouth". More of a command than a request.
Taking a note from his book, I slowly opened my mouth before teasing his tip with my tongue, licking away that bead of moisture before letting my tongue trace the veins of his cock, tasting him. I took him into my mouth fully, sucking slightly as I let my tongue slowly stroke him, using my hand for what I could not take I began to pump. "My precious" he moaned out, loud enough to reverberate off of the walls of the cave. I quickened my pace as his moans mingled with the echoes of them. Until he craved more and began to thrust into my mouth.
I took my other hand and began to caress his balls. Slowly I caressed along his gouch while he fucked my mouth. I let my fingers drift further, finding his hole I began to tease and play with it. Moving my finger in and out. He began to scream out his moans, always crying out "my precious" while I returned what he gave. His whole body shuddered violently before my mouth was filled with his seed. Swallowing I kept going, wanting to earn more of those cries and screams from him. His body continued to shake, as I added a second finger and began to move faster. His long cock covered in my drool as I sucked him off. I could sense that release was building within him again and quickened my pace. He climaxed once again and only then did I stop.
looking up at him, I waited for his next move. I was thrown onto my back again, as his cock slammed into me without warning. His hips rolled in slow circles before he returned to slamming into me, taking the pad of his thumb to my numb to begin stroking again. "Sméagol" I moaned out repeatedly and shivered. The release that shattered through me could've made the world implode. Taking me through my release again, another kind of pressure begin to build. One that was familiar to me because I felt it on a daily basis. "Sméagol, I'm gonna pee" I cry out. Instead of stopping he begins to move quicker. I can't hold it anymore, and clear liquid squirts out. Sméagol's seed releasing inside of me at the site of it. Our juices now mingling. Panting, he rolled over, taking me into his arms to cuddle, whimpering "my precious" before we fell into blissful, exhaustion fueled sleep.