Chapter 1
It was not long after the Battle of Helm's Deep, after the majority of Rohan's citizens had returned to their homes at Edoras. After the triumph against Saruman's Uruk-Hai army, when the odds had been massively stacked against them, the ones left over after the battle were in extremely high spirits.
The only woman who had not returned to Edoras with the other women and children was Delilah. And the reason she steadfastly and stubbornly refused to return was because she desired to stay by the side of her Lord and her love......Aragorn.
Aragorn had tried to persuade her to go back to the city with the others, but Delilah noticed he did not try too terribly hard. She knew that in this brief moment of victory and hope, that he wanted her by his side to share in his happiness just as much as she wanted to be there.
Now they were riding back, together, she mounted on Hasulfel, he on Brego. Legolas, riding Arod with Gimli sharing his saddle as per usual, was some distance behind, along with Eomer, Gandalf, and a handful of other Rohan soldiers.
Soon they were riding along a high ridge that sloped down to a lovely river. Aragorn explained that this was where Brego had found him, near to death, after his tumble from the cliff during the battle with the Warg riders.
Delilah blessed Brego yet again for finding Aragorn and bringing him back to her safely. She had been absolutely beside herself with grief after Gimli had reported to her that Aragorn had been lost during the battle. And no amount of comforting by Eowyn had been able to soothe her.
But he had returned, injured but alive. And despite his injuries, he had been well able.....before the real preparation for war with Saruman's army began......to demonstrate for her how fit he actually was. Their brief but passionate tryst, conducted in a lost, forgotten corner of the Keep, was electrifying in its intensity.
Now, as they rode along the ridge, Aragorn suddenly turned to her with a devilish gleam in his blue eyes, and, with a few whispered words in Elvish to Brego, was suddenly galloping down the side of the ridge toward the river.
Laughing, Delilah spurred Hasulfel to follow. As they descended, Legolas, Gimli, and Gandalf merely shook their heads and watched them, knowing well the antics that Aragorn and Delilah sometimes indulged in. Eomer, however, looked after them with puzzlement, turning to look at Legolas.
"Where do they go?" he asked the Elf.
Legolas smiled mysteriously and replied, "There is no way I can say for sure, but wherever it is, I can guarantee we will not see them for a while." With that, he rode on along the top of the ridge, followed by Gandalf, who was chuckling to himself. And Eomer could almost swear that Gandalf's fine steed, Shadowfax, was quietly laughing as well.
Eomer frowned. He was normally the type who kept to his own business and did not meddle in the private affairs of others. But the activities of Delilah and Aragorn intrigued him, for some reason. Not the least of which being that he rather fancied Aragorn's companion. She was an attractive, spirited woman who definitely knew her own mind and was not afraid to strongly voice whatever popped into it. Evidently, Aragorn shared Eomer's taste in women. For Delilah was exactly the sort he would have chosen for himself. In fact, Eomer tried to avoid being in close proximity to Delilah whenever possible, for her mere presence acted on him like a powerful aphrodesiac. Many a time he had found it necessary, after exchanging words with her, to slip away and tend to his raging erection in privacy. For Delilah was Aragorn's woman, and he would not do anyone dishonor by taking her without Aragorn's.........and Delilah's........approval. So until that day came, he would have to take matters into his own hands.....as it were.
Now, driven by curiosity that he was powerless to resist, he nodded to the other Rohan soldiers to ride ahead with Gandalf and the others, and rode down the slope, taking the path that he had seen Aragorn and Delilah take.
For a while, he kept his horse at a walk, keeping to a course parallel to the river. Soon as he came upon a bend in the river channel, he caught sight of Hasulfel and Brego up ahead. The two stood untethered, obediently staying put by the riverbank, nibbling contentedly at the fresh grass that grew just beyond the rocky beach.
Eomer dismounted his horse and led him over to where the other two stood. Soon, his own steed was munching on the browse happily along with his brethren. Now on foot, Eomer continued to walk along the bank, keeping his senses attuned to everything going on around him, as he knew that his quarry must be close at hand.
Soon, he heard the light, carefree sound of female laughter, followed by a low moan that had his groin stirring immediately. Silently, he crept closer and peered around a large boulder that stood in his path.
There, in a grassy clearing just by the riverbank that was surrounded by large stones and boulders, Aragorn and Delilah were locked in a heated embrace, their mouths dueling hungrily as their hands busily roamed each others' bodies, unfastening and pulling aside clothing as they went. Aragorn had already shed his long leather coat and sword belt, as well as the vambraces that he wore in honor of his fallen companion, Boromir of Gondor.
Now Delilah was working at the chainmail shirt that Aragorn was wearing. Her slim fingers played along the dully gleaming metal rings, as if fascinated by their texture and the way they molded themselves to the curving slopes of Aragorn's chest and stomach. Between kisses, and with both of them working together, Aragorn had soon slipped the heavy garment over his head to fall beside him with a soft jingling sound. Now dressed only in his undershirt and breeches, he continued to attack Delilah with his mouth, his lips and tongue moving busily along her lips, then trailing down over her chin to the smooth white flesh of her throat as she sighed breathlessly in response.
Eomer could hardly believe what he was witnessing. He knew he should not be watching such an intimate moment, but he found he could not tear his gaze away. When Aragorn divested Delilah of her overdress, then pulled off her tunic, Eomer gasped silently as he saw her body fully revealed for the first time. She was as lovely as he had always imagined her to be in his fantasies. And when Aragorn lowered his head to start suckling gently at her nipples, Eomer could not resist letting a low moan escape his lips. He so wanted to be in Aragorn's place.....touching, tasting, experiencing.........
Delilah threw her head back and sighed in delight as Aragorn's lips and tongue worked her nipples with just the right amount of pressure and stimulation to make her arousal build unbearably. "Oh yes, my love......" she panted, shifting her legs restlessly, her need for him increasing with each passing moment. His rough, calloused hands stroked the flesh of her breasts, then slid down her stomach, and she felt her body straining towards him, responding eagerly to his touch.
As he moved his mouth up her neck and then captured her lips once again, she buried her fingers in his dark hair, breathing in his rich, masculine scent as he quickly shrugged off his shirt, which had already been unfastened down the front by Delilah earlier.
Now he slid his hands underneath her back and lifted her upper body off the ground into a more seated position, still kissing her. She sighed as she felt the warm skin of his chest, lightly dusted with dark hair, pushing up against her breasts, rubbing her already over-sensitized nipples. She moved one hand from his hair down the back of his neck, then down his side, and finally into his lap. She pulled deftly at the laces of his breeches, loosening them enough to allow her to pull his rapidly hardening shaft free.
Eagerly, she molded her fingers around it, and began to slowly stroke the length of it with an obviously practised hand, pausing every few strokes to run her thumb in lazy circles around the head, coating it with the moisture that leaked out of the tip due to his growing excitement. Aragorn pulled his mouth from hers and instead buried his face into the crook of her neck as low, breathy groans of pleasure were coaxed from him.
Meanwhile, neither of the lovers were seemingly aware that their every move was being watched by an eager pair of hazel eyes. Eomer was almost beside himself as he beheld the spectacle before him. Somehow, watching Aragorn and Delilah in the midst of their intimacy was more erotic than any passionate encounter that he himself had experienced firsthand. His erection was rock hard and demanding attention by now, and Eomer had to give in to his body's desires. He sighed with relief as he loosened his breeches and freed his aching member into his hand. He set a slow pace on himself, watching the action unfold before him.
Now Aragorn withdrew his fingers and gently brushed Delilah's hand away from his shaft. Then he slid his hands underneath her buttocks and, with a moan of passion, pulled her forward onto his lap, burying his rigid length in her tight heat.
Delilah cried out softly as he entered her, the feeling of it so exquisite each and every time that it always felt like their first time together. She kept her eyes locked on Aragorn's as she began to move up and down on him. His hands clutched her buttocks and assisted her movements, lifting her and positioning her at just the right angle to give them both the maximum amount of penetration and pleasure. Delilah gasped and moaned as she was swallowed in sensation, but she was determined to keep her gaze locked on Aragorn's. She saw the blue of Aragorn's eyes almost completely swallowed up by the black of his pupils, which were dilated with desire. And she knew that he was seeing the same depth of need and want and love in her eyes as well.
"You are so beautiful," Aragorn whispered. Delilah sighed and leaned forward, ducking her head slightly, and ran her tongue from the hollow between his collarbones and up his throat, tasting sweat and the musky flavor of his skin. Her tongue continued upward, over the stubble that covered his chin, finally arriving at his lips, which she covered with her own as began to move more vigorously on his shaft.
Aragorn growled, tilting his body forward so that Delilah was now laying on her back, her legs firmly wrapped around his waist. Now he began to thrust into her with long, deep strokes that rocked her body back and forth and had her mewling with pleasure. Her hands clutched at his shoulders desperately, her face nuzzling his hair, which was damp with sweat. His rough hands ran up the undersides of her thighs, pushing them up further toward her chest, opening her up more to him so that he could reach even deeper inside her.
"Oh gods, Aragorn.........." Delilah groaned, her head turning restlessly on the ground, her muscles tense. "I am so close, my love........So close.........Oh!.........Oh Aragorn........Aragorn!" She found herself overwhelmed with sensation as her orgasm overtook her, until the whole world consisted of nothing but waves of unbelievable pleasure, and her lover's name called out over and over again.
Eomer was now almost to the brink himself as his hand moved faster and faster over his engorged flesh. His head was thrown back, his long golden hair in disheveled tendrils around his face and shoulders, his teeth clenched, his face sheened with sweat, his eyes squeezed shut now in ecstasy. The image and sounds of Delilah in the throes of her climax were fixed firmly into his mind. And it was this that finally pushed him over the edge. He trembled all over and barely suppressed a loud groan as his release burst hot from his body and splattered over the boulder that he was crouching behind.
Right at the same moment that Eomer was finding his release, Aragorn was also finding his. With the shudders of Delilah's climax still echoing through her body, Aragorn clutched her tightly, a growling sigh tearing from his throat as he pumped his seed deep into her clutching passage.
Panting and trembling with reaction to their intense coupling, Aragorn and Delilah lay in each others' arms, not speaking for a while. Then Aragorn lifted his head to bestow a gentle kiss upon her, murmuring against her lips, "You mean everything to me, my beautiful Delilah. My love......my heart......my own." Between each phrase, he punctuated his words with another light kiss.
Delilah snuggled up to him, breathing his scent and feeling warm and safe and totally at peace. But she knew......as she knew Aragorn did.........that the festivities were not completed yet. There was one last loose end that needed to be resolved before they could continue on the trek back to Edoras.
Aragorn saw the mischievous glint in Delilah's eyes, and knew that she was ready for the next part of their plan.
Eomer had just tucked his shrinking member back into his breeches and laced himself up again, and was now turning to sneak back the way he had come, when he suddenly heard Aragorn's voice speak loudly from the other side of the boulder. His words caused Eomer to freeze, and his heart to start hammering in his chest.
"Eomer, you can come and join us now, if you like. No need to hide behind the rocks anymore."
"Oh yes......That feels so good, melethron-nin......" Aragorn murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. He turned his head to lay a trail of burning kisses up the side of her neck, his breath hot against her flesh. Now he slid his hand down between her parted thighs to lightly touch the wet heat of her womanhood, slipping two fingers smoothly inside her and starting to work them in and out......both teasing her and preparing her for his entrance. Delilah moaned softly, her hand stroking Aragorn's shaft a bit harder and faster in response as her passions built to intolerable levels.