A quick fuck.

"I want you" Aragorn admitted, his hands adventuring down to the blonde's chest. "Bare." Aragorn swiftly, confidently opened Einis' shirt, revealing her ample tits.

"And on your knees." He continued, applying just enough **** to the back of the elf's neck until she found her knees.

From here, Einis required little instruction. Reaching up to his crotch, she fished out the ranger's thick cock. A kiss to his head and a few hearty strokes from the green-eyed elf were all it took to bring Aragorn to full hardness.

"Marvelous." Einis said, before opening her lips and beginning to worship the man's cock. Aragorn wanted to respond in kind, Einis was definitely showing the value of her... experience. Instead, he simply groaned appreciatively, and coiled his fingers into her long, golden hair.

The room was quiet, save for the almost rhythmic gagging Einis' mouth was producing. If she used the same ardour tomorrow night, the young Hobbit would have no chance of keeping the One Ring.

After another minute or two of Einis' ministrations, Aragorn decided he required more. Letting the elf up for air, which she gasped for greedily, he told her to stand and continue stripping. Einis obliged, quickly letting her bottoms fall to her feet and stepping out of them.

Completely nude before him, Aragorn lost control.

Lifting the slender woman, he pressed the naked she-elf against the wall, quickly found her twat with her lubricated cock, and thrust into her.

Einis moaned out. Aragorn gasped.

She clung to the ranger's shoulders, panted, whispered encouragement to him in the elven tongue as he thrust in and out of her tight, velvet-feeling pussy.

Aragorn set upon her with his tongue, working down from her collarbone towards her exposed and bounteous breasts. His tongue between her valley, Aragorn inhaled, the scent of sweat on Elven skin always a delight.

Einis gasped, constricted her arms and legs around the ranger's form, and let out a groaning, shuddering orgasm.

Minutes after this, Aragorn joined her in her bliss. The ranger didn't bother to pull out. With what they were on the verge of, it seemed rather inconsequential.

Spent, Aragorn dropped the elf onto the bed and slumped down next to her.

-

The next evening

Aragorn sat in a corner of the Prancing Pony, quietly puffing on his pipe. Einis was executing their plan flawlessly. She had separated the Ringbearer, a Hobbit Aragorn overheard went by the name Frodo Baggins, and engaged him in conversation.

Even without considering Einis' beauty and charm, the young Hobbit had seemed enchanted by the Elf and her tales. It was a span of minutes before Einis offered to tell Frodo everything he wished to know, in the comfort and privacy of his room upstairs.

Aragorn smiled. Soon he would hold the Ring. In celebration, he ordered a mug of ale from Bridget, the young barmaid.

She was a comely lass on the cusp of womanhood. Her frame was:

a) Skinny

b) Lithe

c) Curvaceous

she had hair of:

a) Brown

b) Red

c) Blonde

d) Black

and:

a) Green

b) Blue

c) Brown

eyes.

Another, hungry part of Aragorn considered brazening the lass, telling her to bring the flagon not to his table, but his room. He cautioned himself, now might not be the best time.

a) He did anyway

b) He did not