A Ranger of the North

You cry out: When a shout and a battlecry in a strange language sound, the orcs suddenly stop their lusty gropings and grab their weapons. As the source of the sounds got the drop on them, the first one is dead before it managed to even hoist up its miserable excuse for pants. Pushing the orc ontop of you aside, you scramble for cover, not even remembering to grabbing your bra. You just make a dash for safety and hide behind a tree, looking at the fight that is now raging.
Your saviour is a tall man in a gray cloak, fighting with a sword, but also carrying a bow on his back. A Ranger! You can't believe your luck. It's like watching ballet, except this one's lethal. The man seems to dance and shift like a waterfall, cutting down the orcs as if they were nothing more than leaves on a tree. The last one soon falls, and you are encouraged to come out of hiding by the man. "Come out, fair one. My name is Aravost, and all is safe now!" he speaks, his voice showing not a hint of the tiring battle that just ended. Forgetting you were topless, you come out of your hiding place and walk towards the man. "My name is Aravost.." he speaks again, obviously staring at your large breasts, free for all to see, your nipples pointed because of all the adrenaline still surging through you. "Oh...my.." is all you manage to say before you realise you should cover yourself up. You do so, grabbing your bra and putting it back on, then draping what's left of your hoodie over your shoulders in an attempt to make yourself a bit less provocative. However, the awkward silence remains. You don't have the nerve to speak up, feeling so embarassed. As for Aravost, you have an idea what's wrong. You remember the tales of the Rangers protecting the Shire for long stretches of time, and figure they usually don't get to see any women at that time.
Smirking a little, you decide that it's time to break the ice.

"I see you're still thinking of my titties" you say to the Ranger. He looks shocked, stares at you with eyes wide open that fall towards your chest then rapidly go up again. "I can tell by your pants" you tell him. Distressed, the Ranger looks down. His cock is indeed hard, straining against the fabric of his leather pants. "Come here.."you whisper huskily. At home, you wouldn'tve ever done this. But it's different...nobody here knows you..Besides, that battle got you a bit horny anyway..."There..?" Aravost says weakly. You laugh a little. A man of battle, but so shy around a woman.
Instead, you move towards him and quickly fish his large dick out of his pants. "We probably don't have a lot of time., so let's get started"
Wrapping your full lips around the excited cockhead, you begin to suckle gently, playing with the horny Dunedan at first. He's sitting with his back to a tree and has his hands on your head, wanting you to hurry up. He's too horny to think ofanything but cumming.
Soon, under his urging, you begin deepthroating the stranger, partially out of lust, partially out of gratitude. You pull away and begin to jerk the man off.
"Yes..go on Aravost...come for me" you say, repeating this a few times. He's really not far off, though he's trying to resist. Your soft hand continues to play with him, and he starts shuddering. "Now!" you say, almost shouting at him. You want his seed so bad.A moment later, your wish is granted. Thick ropes of cum shoot out and cover your fat tits, making them all wet and shiny. "Oh god!" you cry out, amazed at how much cum he shot. Aravost himself pants, happy to have been liberated of his painfully hard cock.

You both sit there a while, motionlessly, both savouring the moment. "Mmh.." you eventually say. "You taste good".
Aravost, now sated, looks at you then gets up. "We'd best get going, my horse is back a little bit. I'll take you to Bree, you'll be safe there" he says, almost acting as if nothing happened. But you know otherwise. You have people skills. He's thinking about what happened, and what all of it means.
You smile at him, content with the situation as it is now. "Alright, show me the money!" you exclaim. Aravost quirks a brow at you, which you dismiss with a shrug and a giggle. "Nothing. Where's your horse?"