Rowana & Azzie read Daphne & Alex Read "Pipe-Weed Dreams"

A spring breeze blew across the grasslands of Mordor. In the night, a Mordor cat stalked between the rows of growing pipe-weed. Automated security systems monitored the crop. Rowana lay in only her bra and cut-off jean shorts; Azzie was dressed in only her skin. It was too warm to wear much more, and yet not hot enough to put on the air conditioning. The kind of temperatures that led to restless nights and sticky mornings.

The Urak-Hai had her ear pressed against her wife's abdomen. It was too early to hear anything; the soft swell was barely perceptible. The human ranger ran her hand through her wife's long black hair. The other hand held a remote. She tapped a button, and the screen shifted to a review from another universe.

"Everyone seems to forget that the music of the Ainur featured, after a certain interruption, a bit of improvisation on the part of Erū Ilúvatar," Rowana said, to no one in particular.

"You mean our story was a first draft?" Azzie said, and pressed her lips to Rowana's navel. There was a razz as the Urak-Hai puffed up her cheeks and blew, a loud, flatulent sound that made the human woman laugh.

"Exactly. It started out as very slice-of-life, and then ambition got the better of the author and they decided to actually outline a story. The result is that parts of it are...uneven," Rowana admitted.

Azzie's green fingers plucked at the button of Rowana's jean shorts.

"It went from about 3 to 11 on the sex kink scale," Azzie said.

"Yeah. Too far, too fast. In hindsight, if the story was written all over again...well, the plot could use a little tidying up. The problem was that once a chapter was written, it couldn't be substantially edited or tossed. It probably would have been cleaner with one hacker," Rowana noted. "And maybe Looseleaf would have been better spun out into a separate story. Lot of backstory squeezed into a small posthobbit package. But let's address some of the specific comments."

The button came loose. Azzie licked her lips.
I feel like this is more of a cyberpunk story in a Middle-Earth skinsuit than a true blending of the genres.

"When we read the old books in school," Rowana said. "I always wondered what happened after. I don't think it's about continuing the mood of the old story, but projecting it further. To imagine what would have happened. I still do."

Dwarves have beards, even the ladies! No beard description?

"It's the 22nd century of the Fourth Age," Azzie said as she began to peel down Rowana's shorts. "Beards are optional. Not like the old texts said anything about lady dwarves, did they? Hell, none of them say anything about elf-ears, either."

"A dwarf," Rowana said, lifting her ass up off the couch, "can have a beard if they want one. Or not. Completely optional."

“Yeah, Vanesse is kind of dumb, isn’t she?”

"We never, sadly, get Vanessë's side of things," Azzie mused. "That would have been interesting. She turned out to be playing her own game. But for that, you'd have to read the whole story!"

“A bioweapon named Bob.”

"Akin to the Watcher in the Water, is Bob," Rowana said solemnly, as her wife pulled the shorts off her long legs. "And one of the Nameless Things. Horny little fucker, too."

Is Zeebop just trying to up the smut count with these chapters?

"Probably. This was the first attempt at a longer narrative story, on an erotica site, and the blend of action-to-plot-to-porn was...a difficult balance. Didn't want to lose readers to boredom. So more sex scenes than would have been in a rather straightforward fanfic," Azzie said. She pushed her wife's thighs open. "Not that I mind in the slightest."

It was disappointing we did not have a hobbit foot job scene.

"Saved that one for the first Tolkienpunk Tale," Rowana said, as green fingers peeled her labia apart. No rings down there.

Zeebop is filthy.

"I think, after writing several thousand sex scenes, vanilla gets a little difficult to describe. Your mental flavorbuds are warped," Azzie said. She dipped her head forward, and buried her face in her wife's pussy. When she began to razz the open labia, Rowana howled in shock, and then laughter.

We’d have to read and find out.

The pregnant cyborg could not cry. Her tear ducts had been redirected, and the salty flavor filled her as she rippled with laughter. Eventually, Azzie's breath gave out, and her panting lips went from the silly to the sapphic. Rowana scratched her ears.

"Well now, before that...I think one good turn deserves another," the ranger said. "Seems to us that we should review one of your stories...then, well. If you feel like it. There's more where that came from."

Rowana lay a hand on the slight curve of her stomach.

"Much more."