Miley: Tittie Goddess of Middle Earth

I hope you enjoy my story. I need feedback to guide me in my next posts about the Kinstrife and the Fellowship. Miley is eternal so will fight against Sauron.
Hanna knows something is up. Her parents argue all the time. Their arguments have grown more intense during the last week. Hannah knows what is wrong – it is her. Her father insists Hannah is to be married to a Prince of Rhudar. Hannah knows Rhudar is a dangerous place, almost primitive. Rhudar is the weakest of the three kingdoms of Arnor. Her father claims marriage will bring their genealogy ties together. Arthedain has few ties with Rhudar, traditionally there has been a feud between the families. Arnor was divided into three kingdoms upon the death Eärendur, divided by his three sons creating: Arthedain, Cardolan and Rhudar 700 years ago. . Her father Araphor, Canotar of Arthedain, thinks Hannah will help unite the family and end an escalating feud with Rhudar.

She heard it herself, when spying on her parents. Her mother equally insists that Rhudar is a ghastly place to send their daughter. Rhudar is practically at war with the Easterlings.

Hannah is nervous. Alone in her room, she listens for any movement. She does not hear anyone in the hallway so sneaks through the doorway towards her parent’s room. She is an accomplished sneaker. She believes she is going to make it past the guards, when Jake, the mainstay of the tower guard, called out, ‘May I help you Princess?

Hanna is not expecting to be seen, she is embarrassed and caught by surprise.

‘No, do you want to hold my hand to the kitchen?’

‘No thanks Hannah, I have to check in with the guard post.’

‘Ok, see ya later. Off for some cake.’

Hannah lies so gracefully Jake believes every word she says and does not give it another thought. Meanwhile Hanna continues on, stealthier than before, past the other guards to spy on her parents.

‘She will do as I say! No excuses. It is our duty to bring renewed Royal blood to the line of Rhudar, there are only a few hundred pure Dunadain left, Hillman and Dunlendings have the biggest populations. Rhudar needs strong blood in their children. Hannah will make an excellent mother, she takes after you. Perhaps her child will become a King. ’ She hears her father say.

‘But you know our 16 year old daughter cannot live in a brutal border war. She needs art and to have proper suitors, there are so many matches right here in Fornost.’ Her mother replies.

‘Family is what will unite Arnor, that’s final.’

Hanna sneaks back to her room. She is nervous and excited. She slips under the covers, wearing only her panties, to satisfy her burning itch. Her pussy is bulging. She runs her fingers onto her pussy mound, gently massaged it until it is nice and warm. Her wet pussy causes a vertical indentation on her wet panties. She touches herself through her panties in a slow circular manner with little flicks of pressure. She continues to gently tease herself until she is wet enough for her vagina to open, ready for her finger. She centers on one finger circling her clit teasing her wetness around it, the other hand sliding into her tight slit. She is engrossed with the familiar pleasure, the release, she is not thinking just feeling. With legs spread wide she fingers herself. She lay sprawling on the sheet, her pussy saturated and satisfied. The breezes touch her with delightful cooling sensations.

When Hannah was growing up she always felt divided. Her father, Araphor, was very strict and insisted on keeping her fully clothed, shaming her when she showed to much skin or accidentally slipped a nipple. Her mother taught her that breasts are beautiful, she encouraged an ‘appropriate’ show of her charms. But Hannah rebelled against both. She decided to show off her titties anyway.

Her mother caught Hannah humping a pillow. It seemed natural to her, very pleasurable, but her mother sternly told her ‘your face is so red!’ and to stop. Her mother always reminded her to keep her clothes on even though she was in her room. Her father always reminded her to button a blouse or complained her skirt was too shirt – that kind of nonsense. Keep it covered is the rule. But she’s a Arthedain belle crazier than hell so rebelled, going the other way. Like being naked but making it fashion.

Hannah has always been rebellious, she stuck her tongue out at people as kid. She sticks out her tongue at people now. She is rebel. Her rebelliousness is her dominant feature. Hannah can’t be tamed. It is her nature, in her DNA. No amount of coercion will work. She is going to be Hannah no matter what and nobody can stop her.

‘If you don’t know me, I tell ya, I can get a little crazy. Have to get my own way, cause I’m hot, that’s a fact, Every man gives me mad attention, as if I’m under inspection, they think they can change me. Don’t try to change me, cause I can’t be tamed.

The next morning Hannah prepares all her gear. Hannah’s nipples poke through her tight bustier, her tight and sexy booty is lean and long. She carries a leather satchel which contains her potion box, as well as an herb pouch, and a Makeup Kit: This kit contains a wide array of foundations, eyeliners, paints, brushes, and applicators used for adorning her skin. Her belt holds a leather bag, with other items like her dagger, and canteen.

The morning shows no signs of tension, her parents are quietly eating breakfast. Her plan is to tell the guard she is going horse riding, but to actually leave Fornost on foot by a secret exit to a trail known only by the Royal family.

But Hannah realizes she must tell her mother so returns to her mother’s room to tell her she is leaving. ‘Mother, Queen, I can’t be tamed. You can try but you can’t stop me. I will not be a pawn, like pins on his map of Arnor. I love you but must go now. I need to be me, the sing and dance, and flirt. I am young, I want to live and love, be free. Not be some brood mare.’

‘Listen to me. I have a friend, a dear friend, who will help us. All you have to do is get to Rivendell. The way is hidden but with this token my friend will find you. Her name is Arwen. You will find her you, near the Bruien river. You have to avoid the troll shawls , keep to the lowland until you see the Misty Mountains in the distance, near those hills is Rivendell. My brother, Helvorn will meet you in Bree. This token will keep you hidden by giving the illusion you are just an ordinary commoner. Anyone who sees you, save a magician such as Gandalf, will see you as part of the scenery, hardly worthy of a glance you appear so normal. Just wait at the King’s Rest Inn for Helvorn, he will take you to Arwen.’

Hannah hugs her mother and vows to do as she suggests.

‘Hannah, Arwen, my friend, is a high elf. She is magical. Let her train your natural abilities, don’t you see, you are a very special person who can be whatever you want. Let Arwen prepare you for when you become a woman so you can make your own choices, not be traded for diplomacy.’

‘I will do as you say.’ Yrish took Hannah to the Royal vault to supply her with quality gear, a bow and dagger, some leather armor. Hannah was surprised her mother had armor especially made for her, bare berated, in the Arthedain style. Her mother has great taste. Hannah packed her things into a small pack, containing supplies to travel on.

Hannah kisses her mother then leaves through the secret Royal exit disguised as a peasant. Jake, also disguised, accompanies her, ‘Your mother told me to protect you until you get to to Bree.’ She grasps the token her mother gave her and kept her map close at hand, they head south towards Eriador and Bree. She avoids the Greenway by heading along seldom used paths.-

Her maps showed she that Rivendell is north of the Great East Road towards the Angle at the river Mithrial. This is a region of hills and steppes, featuring crispy streams running through forested valleys.

The first day out she meets a peddler in her path. He is selling some good weed so spends 2 silver for the smokes. Jake makes camp in a grove of trees sheltered by a cliff. The camping spot has a pool with running water. He lights no fire for fear of others seeing the smoke.

‘I ran away, because my father is going to make me marry a man I don’t even know because of my blood. I cannot escape my blood but I will escape from him. There is no way he can tame me. Thank you for helping me. I need a place where I can be myself, find out who I am. I don’t care how hard it will be, I’ll do it!’

Jake is impressed by her sincerity. Hannah has always struck him as a precocious young lady, she’s still young, probably 15 or 16. He has noticed how the child Princess has changed throughout the years. From carefree child to troubled teen. Even the royal families have problems too. He would never dare having sex with her. He would be killed if anyone found out. Not to say that he wasn’t tempted though, she is very seductive.

‘Let’s smoke some weed.’ Hannah suggests.

Hannah bought some excellent pipe weed, so they smoke and get very high.

Hannah dances for Jake to show her appreciation. She struts her stuff, he senses her sexuality. She struts and prances around in the forest happy to dance until dusk.

Hannah has it all, youth, a great body, a beautiful voice, more than just charisma, a sexual presence that is palpable. She knows it and uses it. Sometimes to entertain herself, other times for thrills. Making men want her is a turn on, it makes her wet thinking about it.

Jake takes notice, he thinks Hannah’s ass is striking but it is her rebelliousness combined with her compassion that makes her a very special person. He is determined to obey the Queen.

She sleeps on a blanket near him. He can feel the heat of sexual energy building. He hears her moans.

Hannah plays with herself, legs spread, thrusting her pelvis up towards her lubricated finger sliding into her wet slit. She is so wet and sloppy she makes squishy sounds as she moans. She circles her clit, until it is swollen, her vulva pink and puffy, creamy, her slippery wet slit finger fucking herself under the shadows of the forest. She plays with herself because of all the tension, all the built up pressures, awaiting the final release. She is cumming.

Her pussy rules her life. It is the core of her being. All she wants to play with herself, play with herself all day.

‘We get to Bree this afternoon. You must travel into Bree alone, I may be recognized. Do as your mother told you and everything will be fine.’

Hannah has shoulder length blonde hair streaked with auburn, it varies with the sunlight. She has the figure of 34-27-30, her height is 5’5”, and weigh 106 lbs. She has little titties but they are firm, jutting out just right so her nipple points upward and forward and slightly the side. Her aureoles are pink, slightly brown about the size of a silver piece. She has relaxed, round, breasts.

Hannah sat at a table in the common room of the King’s Rest Inn of Bree unnoticed by the Royal Guards from Arthedain who were searching the countryside for her. The guards showed a drawing of her to the Innkeeper Butter Burr who claims he has not seen her yet is evident to Arbad the girl in the drawing is in this very Inn.

The King’s Rest Inn is the largest building in Bree village. It has three stories and with two wings that slope back from the road. There are twenty very comfortable rooms to accommodate men and two to accommodate visiting Hobbits. The Inn is kept meticulously clean. The innkeeper employs several maids, three cooks, and a number of grooms.

The first floor of the King’s Rest holds the common room. It is spacious and furnished with wooden benches and tables. A huge central fireplace keeps the common room cozy in the Winter. The kitchen, two parlors, two bedrooms for Hobbits, and three bedrooms for men are also on the first floor. Both upper floors are devoted to guest rooms.

The innkeeper is extremely particular as to the quality of the food and beer served in his house. Ten years ago the King of Arthedain slept in the inn and complimented the owner on his fine comestibles. The innkeeper is now devoted to seeing that the inn maintains the high quality that brought him royal praise. Good soups, roast meats, stews, cold meats, cheeses, breads, fresh eggs, butter, fine cakes, and roast birds are all prepared in the inn’s kitchen at the request of the various guests. The King’s Rest is considered one of the best inns on the Great East Road.

Hannah seemed carefree as she sipped some tea just a few feet from the guards looking for her. She appeared to him to be a beautiful Dunadain princess who was somehow covered by a powerful illusion. She was no more than a commoner to the guards, or anyone, searching for her. This is powerful magic. It is not easy to fool people who have set out to find you. To fool the King’s Guard who have probably seen her before and know what they are looking for takes great skill or a powerful magic item.

Arbad watched Hannah closely, he was hard. She looks like a precocious slut. She has an air of satisfaction about her, like she’s been fucked, but she hasn’t. He could not tell what desires exactly she was following. He does know she has run away and all Arthedain is looking for her. And she is in the first place they would search for and the Innkeeper and the guards are oblivious to her.

Hannah is a sweet young thing, barely pubescent, he can sense. He has a good eye for all things feminine, particularly when it comes to sex. He is a practicing voyeur pervert, it is his business to see what other merely pass over, like today, the situation is so obvious nobody sees it. Of course some illusion is at work but even powerful illusions require people beliefs to work. Hannah is wearing very expensive armor covered by a commoners smock.

Hannah has shoulder length blonde hair streaked with auburn, it varies with the sunlight. She has the figure of 34-27-30, her height is 5’5”, and weigh 106 lbs. She has little titties but they are firm, jutting out just right so her nipple points upward and forward and slightly the side. Her aureoles are pink, slightly brown about the size of a silver piece. She has relaxed, round, breasts.

She is proud of her tight abs and jiggly ass. Hannah’s ass is incredibly firm, yet delicate.

Arbad can see it all in visions and thought his magical voyeur abilities. He is hard just thinking about her. He watches as the patrol comes and goes and villagers go about their day at the inn as Hannah sits as still as a squirrel. Eventually Hannah observed him. Everything had gone perfect. She was invisible for all practical purposes, nobody noticed her at all until he took his table, he saw her, she can tell, his eye seem to see through her, it makes her nervous. Will he cause her to get caught and have to return to her father?

Her mother had warned her of men like the nobleman who sat at a table across the room from her, a lech is what she called them. She told her that it did not necessarily mean they were bad, it was that they wanted sex, he used women for it. She explained that a lech was worse than a Prince of Rhudar who her father betrothed her too.

So was a little apprehensive about meeting this man. She knew it was inevitable by the way he stared at her. However leaving now was not in the plans, she is to wait for Helvorn.

Before long though Hannah felt a sort of tickling in her pussy. She got wet. It’s not like she hasn’t got wet before, or even when aware of a man, but still she found her arousal a bit unnatural. Her tender pussy got all creamy and Arbad knew it.

Arbad laughed at her clumsy arousal. The fact that Hannah was surprisingly creamy and they both new it. Hannah could see it in his eyes. When he spoke to her telepathically she was not surprised.

‘May I introduce myself Princess Hannah?’

‘I am at a loss.’ Hanna replied.

‘Don’t worry, I will not interfere with your plans, as you fear, but would like to ‘talk,’ my name is Arbad, cousin to Tarcil the Great Lord of Tyrn Gorthad from Cardolan I owe no allegiance to Arthedain and things may get interesting.’

Hannah tries to get her wits about her but his words are eloquent and his speech so fluent, so fast, she just hears rhymes. A flow of words, a fountain of words.

When she awakens she is in a large oak bed in a stone tower bedroom. Her sheets are luxuriant so she can cover herself for warmth or comfort, a fire place covers one wall, the door is closed. She is hungry and thirsty. She searches the room. The window shows she is in a Dunadain tower, she guess’s, from the familiar trees and hilly region she is not far from Bree, perhaps a few miles.

A servant girl serves her food and drink, making no effort to protect her nudity. She is very attractive, young, younger than her, and very pretty.

When night began she fell into fitful sleep. Of her masturbating and of a man telling her to suck cock, telling her she is a little slut and loves it, then in the dream, it is so real, it is Arbad, she can tell, but he is fucking her in some other plane or something ethereal, another dimension, like a ghost.

He fucked her all night, non stop, fucking her in every way. Hannah cannot wake up, get fucked like this is strange but she did have orgasms even though what she felt was not real. When she closes her eyes she is being fucked by Arbad. Or sucking his dick, he tells her how much she loves to suck dick the whole time.

She is getting fucked by a stranger who has never touched her, locked her away naked in some tower near Bree. Being a princess does not help her. It was not part of the plan.

The first night was terrifying for her. She could not fit it into her view of the world. She there were sides to sex that we’re dirty or taboo but she never expected to be raped by an ethereal phantasm.

Hannah is a very smart girl. She focused all her energy into keeping her sanity. She could feel the hypnotic suggestions telling her to suck cock and that she is a slut, a cum dumpster, she has to fight it. She made her body her focus, her dance, her form. She replayed dancing lessons with her mother to orient, to establish a bed rock, a foundation, tuning into her mothers teaching while exercising through dance made her flexible and nimble, exact, she tuned her body precisely.

When she finally falls asleep again she does so with resolve: to not panic, watch. As she was touched, fingers of arousal plundering her breasts and pussy. She lay pliant, passive, a doll, like she was really asleep. The ghostly presence did not bring fear, it brought pleasure, pleasure of a surprisingly wet, slick and creamy nature. She lay still counting her breaths and trying to keep her mother voice inside her, where he could not see her thoughts she hoped. Her wetness spread as her pussy is saturated to overflowing.

She can hear him, he says he is going to fuck me, he told me I want him too, I want to fuck and suck him because that is what I do, who I am, a cocksucker. He spoke with such relish. In his voice was a thinness compared to her inner thoughts, she could see they only work if she is told that time after time until she believes, she is determined not to.

She lay on her back spread eagle as Arbad’s ethereal form eagerly grunting and humping her, she notices her cream sticks to his form, he appears to be drinking from her. Assimilation of her cream through osmosis.

Arbad is ritually jacking off now in frenzied thrusts of his hips into his hand which he strokes vigorously. Jerking madly, out of control, lust over taking him. Since he jerks off with all his might all night, spurting his cum for Hannah he is exhausted. He Will have her. He expends more energy than Hannah, desperately humping her. He can sense her wetness, even smell it and taste it, but from afar, another place, he wants fresh cream, and Hannah is going to give it to him. He knows his ethereal tendrils have not burst her hymen.

She sees only the servant girls. She wonders if she could over power them or something but she knows Arbad will stop her.

She challenges the dreams. At first it was just a ghostly figure molesting her. Then graduating to a rape of sorts, not that she resisted, but she had no control over what he did to her. It was simple and repetitive.

Arbad sat in his tower. He felt he was at his best, a true testament to his taste in luscious young girls. He found the best he was capable of, the King of Arthedain’s daughter. The hot little slut who is coming around. Soon she will be begging for it. He strokes his hard cock pouring over the young Hannah, feeling her up while jerking off, masturbating to her, she is a hot piece of ass wanting to fuck, her pussy gets so wet now, it practically drips as she teases her tight pussy.

He feels powerful stroking his cock to her, she is helpless, supple and moaning with orgasms. He feels all powerful absorbing Hannah’s innocence. Sweet cream.

Hannah has the most delicious ass he has seen, tender and young, long and lean, her baby fat padding her thighs, he sees her admiring herself in the mirror. She is aware of her beauty, and she grasps the idea of sex. Not fully, just in her masturbation, exploring her clit and wet pussy, and some petting from other girls at court. She is just learning about perversion. Arbad plans on teaching her well.

Hannah establishes her routine. She dances with single focus, she pours her soul into her dance, remembering her mother’s words, she seemed to speak to her. ‘If I can keep my body whole, I can make it through, I must make my body a weapon against him.’

Once Hannah found a center with her dancing her focus was in living motion. With her will to overcome this hardship and a strong sense of self, she allowed her body to sing.

At her song came spontaneously, capturing particular moments, singing became her voice, so she sang. She sang determined that she can’t be tamed, in hundred different ways ‘I can’t be tamed.’ Her expressive voice fills the room with sound. The sound is the physical expression of her will, powerful teen pussy.

Arbad’s voyeur magic is powered by his cum. It takes power, or his cum, to molest Hannah in the astral realm. His ethereal tendrils caressing her requires his cum to semi-materialize. It takes more energy to ejaculate cum to form his magic than Hannah who is the victim, placing Arbad at a net loss for each astral intervention. He is so intense in his sex magic he neglects rejuvenating sleep for fitful slumber. He is draining himself by intense sixteen hour a day masturbating magic sessions.

Hannah, on the other hand is making herself stronger and more fit. She hears the repetition, ‘you like sucking cock’, but she just shrugs. She knows she doesn’t because she never has even sucked one. She is curious though. If she could get some idea who he is. She just remembers him from the King’s Rest Inn. All the rest are phantasmal. Images with sensation. She can feel when he he is humping her. But his face, all she sees is his vacant stare, a, it feels like a man pulling and tugging on his penis, part shadow, not real.

On the second day Hannah was given some clothing and jewelry. She was surprised by her under garments, panties and other silk bustiers and corsets, all manner of lingerie. The clothing arrived by a trunk, including a variety of cosmetics, provided her with a wide choice, but all black. She notices mithril and pearls are for her jewelry. She took the cue and made herself up. She has ample supply to be a little vixen.

She dressed almost entirely in lingerie. Any legitimate clothing is missing. The focus is on her body, nothing less. Clothes are windows that are blocked, better to bare her titties and tell the truth. Let all windows open to her pussy.

Arbad watched her as she dressed for him. It is as he hoped. She is a good little slut and will be easy to seduce. She is wet already. She sings so beautifully and dances like a courtier at a palace ball. All pretense, but beautiful. She is trained in courtly manners and know she is going to trained to suck cock. To suck it like her life depended on it, because it does.

He is conflicted. She is a treasure, he knows that, a true princess. But he wants to fuck her, fuck that Princess in the ass. All of it, he want her ass too. When she properly broken in she will beg for it, like tonight when she will beg for his cock.

Arbad has three men who attend him. A cook, and two fighters. They are Dunadain so of good blood but bad reputation. One of fighters watches the girls and makes sure they cannot escape. He primarily guards the door and watches the serving girls go about their duties. They are under strict orders to keep their presence secret from Hannah. They are loyal servants to Arbad. There are advantages to working for him. The tower is big enough for them enjoy its pleasures and remain unobserved.

The tower has three levels, Hannah is on the second or middle level. That level has three large bedrooms. The stairway is discreet. Hannah is locked in one of the bedrooms. Arbad is in the third or top level. This is where he casts his spells and keeps a study and library. The servant girls are in the ground floors, as are the living area, kitchen, and the like.

Helvorn arrived at the King’s Rest Inn just two hours late for his appointment. He consulted the Innkeeper Butterman Burr whose whole reputation was based on his good food and loyalty, he certainly would have noticed a Princess. The Innkeeper. He consults with the Captain 0f the Guard, Meneldir, who sends out parties in search of Hannah.

Helvorn learns of Arbad from Meneldir, who has been watching him because of his allegiance to Cardolan, and other concerning factors such as his history of a rake and possible involvement with spying on Bree. They decide to sneak into his area to get a good look at his holdings, an ancient tower of Numenorian origin.

They arrive at his tower, Bar-en-Dindol the next day. It is occupied, smoke comes out of the chimney. He sees a man leave on horseback, apparently a hunter based on how he was dressed. Meneldir goes around back and finds the back of the tower is on a cliff. So all exits must come through the front. Were he is, on the edge of the cliff, he can see perhaps a hundred feet and all he sees is a deep valley behind him and a hedge or thorny berries hugging the hillside. There is no exit on the back side.

Meneldir Heads around front where Helvorn is observing the tower from some foliage in a grove of trees. When Helvorn learns all the exits are on this side he asks Meneldir to find out where the stables are and any paths he might find. They found the main path to Bar-en-Dindol but the hunter left in a different direction, north, not east. Meneldir circled around the stable area and found two horses and paths north, and west, a connection with the main trail they arrived by.

Helvorn decides to wait until nightfall to sneak around the building to spy on its inhabitants, hopefully he will learn something about Hannah’s disappearance.

Hannah dressed in the sexiest costume she could dress herself in. She took her time, spending most of the afternoon arranging her attire. She created an outfit beyond Arthedain style. The Arthedain showed lots of cleavage and showed a woman’s breasts to their best but Hannah arranged her forests to be topless, he nipples exposed. Add a lot of her belly, exposed to the hips, her tender curves led to her young pussy. She was willing and ready to use it if need be. It is the most alluring thing she has and she needs all her skills to deal with a lech like Arbad. If she could just convince him she was under the mind control he programmed she might get to him. To what end she was not sure, she had no idea what a pervert like Arbad had in store. She admired her back side in the mirror, thinking how enticing it looked, she might be young but she knows the power of a well shaped ass. She was raised at court. She has seen many beautiful women, especially her mother.

Arbad is fascinated by Hannah’s compliance. Everything is hoped for is going true. He is going to get some young pussy and satisfy the demands of the Wight in the same day. His sacrifice to him will leave him Tom access to one of the Kings of Arthedain’s crypts where there will be treasure enough. He stroked his dock in satisfaction as he watched Hannah primp and try to impress him with her little titties and tender ass. He will let her impress him then sacrifice her to the Wight.

Hannah was a girl made to fuck as far as he was concerned. There are certain young women who mature in just the right way and Hannah exemplified them. Her ass is so creamy he squirted his jizz in ecstasy, while focusing on his pleasure.

She is everything he expected in real life. She is a doll, a beautiful young lady of the highest breeding possible, the product of many generations of Isildur’s kin. He would be breathtaking under ordinary circumstances. If this were a ball with her in attendance he would be enthralled. The pleasure is exquisite though, she wants to suck his cock but that is not all that he has planned. When he bathes her virgin blood under the knife of the Wight his voyeur powers will be multiplied.

His two guards escorted Hannah to the dining area at dusk. They both took their time feeling her up and making suggestive comments. Arbad threw an ornate robe around her shoulders in an exaggerated polite style. He looked her over with satisfaction. Hannah turned to the guard on her right and with a blink to her right eye said, ‘help me!’ Casting her spell on his guard.

‘Yes Princess, of course!’ Finlos, Arbad’s fighter turned on the other man, Dorlas, and attacked. He struck Dorlas in the arm, stunning him, and deflected his counter attack. Arbad was not expecting his prisoner to resist in this manner. He is completely surprised when his men began attacking each other. He tries to grab Hannah but cannot get a grip on her she resists so effectively. He turns to draw his sword.

Hannah flees from his grasp, darts between the fighting men searching for the door. Arbad is trying to calm his men as Hannah runs for the front door. She gets outside and feels an immediate sense of relief, of safety, when she see Helvorn, her brother running her way. She smiles in recognition, pulls the robes around her tight to hide her scantily clad clothing. She steps towards Helvorn but Arbad grabs her from behind with a sword drawn to her neck, Helvorn stops sword in hand as Arbad screams, ‘I will kill the little slut, back off, drop your sword!’

Helvorn is a brave man, and his sister is at stake, but he cannot create miracles so drops his sword. ‘Arbad, are you insane? You will have an army after you if you hurt her. Tell me, what do you want?’

‘Oh, I am not going to hurt her, I am going to marry her. So you better treat me with respect. She belongs to me now. Go tell your King I want a 5 ingots of Mithril in ransom. You can try raise a siege but I will kill her. So leave you sword behind then go to Fornost and tell your King. You have a week or take her for myself.’

Helvorn was relieved Arbad was letting him leave, that he had given him a choice. He was confident he could thwart Arbad’s scheme. He was not sure what his true intent was. ‘Remove your dagger from my sisters throat and we can talk. There is no need for violence, right Hannah? You are not going to resist anymore are you? Tell me you are OK?’

Arbad throws her cloth off her, showing Helvorn her tender young titties. ‘Tell Helvorn what you are?

At first Hanna was terrified with the dagger at her throat but she calmed herself remembering not to be afraid of Arbad. She knew in her heart that a lech is a coward. ‘I am a cock sucking slut, I love sucking dick!’

Helvorn was shocked to hear her speak in this manner, she was raised a lady. He knew something was wrong but he did not know what. He could see the anger in her eyes so hoped she knew what she was doing so backed off. ‘Hannah! You are my little sister, how can you talk like that? Has Arbad hurt you.’

‘No, I am his little cum dumpster, all I want is to suck cock. Do you want me to suck you off, I don’t believe in sister stuff anymore, I am just a mouth to be sucked fuck. Fuck me, I want more than just sucking ,Arbad, I want the pink petals of my virginity to be yours. Please Fuck me, forget about Helvy.’

Helvorn heard her say ‘Helvy’ and knew she she was lying about being a slut. It was an old nickname from childhood she used when trying to influence him to stay out of trouble. She was telling him something. So he agreed to back off. ‘OK. I have dropped my sword and am returning to Arthedain to get your ransom. Again, if you hurt her I will kill kill you. But I have no choice. Have some sense Arbad, cut your losses, if you give her to me right now I will double your ransom.’

Arbad replied, ‘Your sister has the best ass in Arthedain, now she’s is mine. I will have children from her and they will be Royal. Get out of here, Helvorn or I will fuck her face right in front of you, do you want to see my little slut sucking dick? She loves it, I assure you.’

‘Don’t touch her, I am leaving, but will be back to finish this off Arbad. Helvorn receded into the woods where Meneldir meets him telling him the only other exit is to the stable from the kitchen. They return together in stealth to try to find out what they can about the tower and it’s inhabitants. It takes a few minutes to approach the tower in secret. They work their way to the kitchen door slowly, observing from the windows. They see two wounded men groaning in pain, but no Arbad.

Arbad recognizing his men were wounded and would be no help to him rushed Hannah downstairs to the store room where a secret door leads to the valley below with a direct path to the Barrow Downs. Once in the valley Arbad feel secure, nobody will find his secret passage, even his men do not know of it. Hannah does not struggle, she sings to herself silently, ‘I can’t be tamed,’ Her perceptions are heightened during this abduction. Arbad is trembling, he is weak, but he can still overpower her unless she can surprise him. Her hands are tied so she worked at freeing them. Fortunately the leather bindings are somewhat moist, even with the beginnings of mold, so she methodically stretches them to the best of her ability. She is glad her captor, Finlos, was to busy feeling her up and paying attention to her looks and bot the leather. Her feet are free so Arbad can move more quickly, she is probably around 100 pounds so he could not carry her for long. Besides it felt good to feel he little titties and as she struggled to keep her feet, he breath was heaving, giving her breasts even more movement and exciting him more. He wished it would go on forever, titties like this come once in a lifetime because they have to be captured when they are at the peak of puberty. He is hard as he thrusts his pelvis into Hannah’s ass. Scooting her along. Bumping her along towards the Barrow Downs. His frottage was enchanted and much more exciting because Hannah appeared to be try to reach his excited member, much more thrilling when they yearn for click as much as she does.

When Hannah felt his bulge taking every effort to ravish her ass as they walked she struggled harder to loosen her bounds. Arbad is almost cumming he is so exited to have a Princess so eager for his dick, so willing, such a slut.

They approach the Barrow Downs from the southwest. She discovers a magnificent and unusual barrow. It is distinct from the mounds of the last war, some of whom she knew. It holds the remains of three Edain princes who fell in the War of Wrath, the first war.

The Mound of Princes is the largest monument upon the Barrowdowns and is topped by a large ring of enormous standing stones.

The burial vault was erected by the Noldor as a monument to their bravery. It was meant to stand as a reminder of the ties that bind the Edain to Middle-earth and to remind all of the terrible losses of that long and brutal First Age war. It was erected by the Noldor as a monument to their bravery. It was meant to stand as a reminder of the ties that bind the Edain to Middle-earth and to remind all of the terrible losses of that long and brutal First Age war.

A magic crystal orb is suspended from the ceiling fills the chamber with light. The orb is made of the clearest laen, glistens with pure light, and hangs suspended from a m i t h r i l chain.

The walls of the chamber are covered with engraved, ornate in***********ions is Quenya, Sindarin and Adunaic. One set of engravings tells of the history of the House of Beorn and its greatest heroes. Other walls describe the deeds and lineage of the princes laid to rest within.

In It Arbad has prepared many of the clothing, jewelry and armor taken from tomb of Ostoher who was slain battling a dragon; and Silwe, his wife soon after died of grief. The couple lies on an ornate, canopied bed.

The interior of the tomb equals in elegance and riches the finest tombs of Númenor. The walls and floors of this tomb are covered with the finest marble.

This most magnificent and unusual barrow holds the remains of three Edain princes who fell in the War of Wrath. The interior of the tomb equals in elegance and riches the finest kings of tombs of Numenor.

Arbad’s in a constant state of arousal, he feels like is going to cum. He was not sure but with all the excitement of sacrificing to the Wight, gaining his rightful inheritance, and Hannah. But is cannot think of that. He must dress her appropriate for his sacrifice. The Kings and Queens of the Old Kings.

Arbad takes Hannah outside into the dark of night, the night is equal to the stars of the Varda illuminating the sky.

He has a coverlet for her to stand on. ‘You must be quiet and do as I say and everything is going to be fine. You realize your future is in my hands, don’t you?’

Hannah did not know what future. ‘You mean I can see you, all of you, I have dreaming of it, it feel like your dick is drawing me, I want it so bad.’ But in her mind she kept a mantra of ‘I can’t be tamed.’

‘I will dress you then. You will be attired in the finest armor, better than your Arthedain father’s, and a sword more powerful than a king, one made my the Noldor. And the Silwe had the finest gate in the Elven arts. You will be dressed like a High King, over Arthedain, Cardolan, and Gondor!’

Hannah stood naked in the night, it is cold, she has goose nipples, her nipples are hard. She squirms about with her back to Arbad. He occasionally pauses at his work to grope her but eventually he has her dressed to his satisfaction. He sits her down on a stone, she is wearing a chainmail shirt of galvorn, stronger than mithril, a mithril headband intricately carved around an emerald. A belt of galvorn draped draped so her pussy is exposed, and mithril necklace, emerald rings and a cloak from Lorien. She is a beauty, scantily dressed in royal regalia. Her fine cloak covered her wrists which gradually widened. Across from her rests an assortment of magical weapons, spread as if to display their grandeur.

Arbad stands over Hannah approvingly. She is quite the perfect virgin. He has enjoyed her with his phantasms and through his voyeur magic. He has subjected her to every sex act, but is incomplete, he feels it acutely. All his magic arts cannot equal real pussy. He feels so satisfied with dressing her while she was helpless. He is turned on even more now that his mission is complete. Perhaps a little taste would not hurt.

Arbad took his cock out and began stroking.

Helvorn and Meneldir break into Arbad’s tower with no resistance. The wounded men are quick to give Arbad’s destination away when confronted by a Prince of Arthedain. Meneldir ties them up securely then they both head by horseback to the Mound of the Princess. The way is long than from the tower but they are on horseback, taken from Arbad’s stable and Arbad is on foot with a hostage. Meneldir knows the way so they gallop around the hills, pushing their horses to the limit.

It has been so long. Arbad needs to cum. He has held off for as long as he can. Pre-cum stains his pants. His cock is erect, under the stars, he is all powerful, now fir some pussy. He no longer cars if she is a virgin. The Wight is not here, and what does he car as long as she is a virgin.

He strokes his cock confidently as he approaches Hannah, just a touch, he reaches out and touches her wet pussy with his finger, running his finger up and down her slit. It is so wet! He wonders how tight it is so begins to probe her pussy with his finger. Tight! Wet! He spurts his load, spews it in a fountain all over her face.

Hannah has freed herself from her wrist bonds. Arbad is solely concentrating on molesting her in her most private place, a real man, not a phantasm. She wonders if he is going to rape her. She screams!

The Wight appears as dark, shadowy human forms with eyes akin t faint lights. It inhabits the same world as the dreaded Ringwraiths and are difficult to perceive as anything other than dark shapes of men with cold cruel eyes. Although a shadow it has a Royal air. Powerful and commanding.

Arbad is caught with his finger in the pie. With one terrifying sweep Arbad is picked up, his body ripped away, the Wight holding is head, gurgling. His eyes glow.

Helvorn hears Hannah scream. She is not more than 100 yards away. His horse is nearly spent, gasping for breath. Meneldir is not far behind but his horse is struggling, he when he hears the scream he stops his horse then runs towards the scream.

While Arbad’s blood showers her feet she hears a voice in her head speak calmly’ lift up you hand and we will slay the Wight.’ Hannah has kept her concentration throughout the ordeal. The horror of Arbad being ripped in two shocked her so much she forgot to remember ‘I can’t be tamed.’

‘My name is Sulring, I was forged in Gondolin. Are you not a Princess? Are you afraid to fight? Raise up you hand, we will slay this Wight.’

Helvorn reaches to burial mound as the Wight is holding Arbad’s head. A wave of fear over comes him but he struggles to keep from running away but his sister is 30 feet away. He Hannah holding a mighty sword.

Sulring appears in her hand with the blade pointed perfectly with the Wight. She gripped the pommel with all the anger she has accumulated the last few days from Arbad. The sword seemed to glow in her hand as if it were made for it. She thrust the sword upward into the wight screaming ‘I can’t be tamed!’

When Hannah struck Helvorn’s fear was broken. As Hannah thrust the sword into the Wight like a hero. She is dressed as the High Elves, in a glorious cloak, a Queens circlet, covered in glistening chainmail, a jeweled belt across her hips with noting under but black thigh high boots. The wind rustled her bare ass. He recovered and died and arrow into the Wight.

Arbad’s head drops to Hannah’s feet. The Wight is in the process of dematerializing. A black void forms as the arrow strikes. The black void is shattered, like crystalline glass shattering into Sauron’s realm.

The night is still. Then all the birds and animals in the area begin to sing or chirp or bark.

Helvorn has never seen a warrior of such prowess. Only legends. ‘Hannah! You killed it! This Wight is known to terrify the strongest man. I could fall to my knees and beg to run. I could not have saved you.’

Sulring speaks directly to Hanna telepathically. ‘Be calm, my Princess, the wight is dead. No go greet your brother, he is worried for you.’

‘Don’t worry Helvorn, as you can see everything is alright.

‘What happened to Arbad?’

‘The Wight got him. Look Helvorn, Arbad was a lech of the worst kind. He did all kinds of thing to me. But he did not do it himself he used magic. . Yes, he felt me up but his magic… I can’t explain right now. Let’s get out of here.’

Meneldir took Arbad’s men back to the Bree jail. Helvorn and Hannah rested in the side of the mound.

Helvorn explained, ‘You have broken the curse on this mound. The most precious one. Now I have to restore the tomb. But the armor you have is incredible. I don’t what to say, you are incredible.’

‘Helvorn, we have to keep this a secret. I mean not get back to father. Is he hunting me, are you hunting me?’

‘I was but I would have a hard time turning anything away from you. I will do as you ask.’

Hannah searched Arbad’s nearly intact torso. She found a ring which she assumed was magic, and a pouch. She also found a key. ‘Helvorn, let’s go back to the tower. I found a key. It may hold the answer to how and why he abducted me.mi deserve an answer. How did he do that to me.’

In Arbad’s study they found little information about how Arbad’s magic. He had a well kept library and the dwellings of a lord.

Meneldir promised to secure the tower and check on it regularly.

She recovered her possessions and her mother’s token from her room, however the map was gone. Dressed in new magical jewelry, new belt and cloak she looked like a warrior Queen with Sulring in her scabbard. Hannah asked Helvorn to take her to Arwen.

Word spread quickly of the Princess slaying the Wight at at the Mound of Princess upon Meneldir’s return. Soon the people of Bree took to the streets to travel to the site. Helvorn distributed gold, weapons and armor in celebration, and as a further cleansing of the curse, but the Princess was not to be found.

Helvorn led Hannah on the Great East Road to wear the spray from waterfalls at the from the Bruin River,. It takes 3 feats on horseback. Helvorn is able to travel the road safely. He is an experienced ranger so can evade any enemies. His main concern is that the King’s men may find her. He is relieved to find the Last Bridge before the Mines of Moria.

A lady stands on the bridge. She is waving. Hannah approaches, Helvorn accompanied her until he is sure it is safe. ‘Good bye Hannah, I cannot guarantee your father will not find you or what happened in Bree, too many people know about it, but I will do my best. My sister has the explain it to him, you are safe now, at last.’

Hannah thanks Helvorn and promises. ‘to see you again.’

‘Welcome,’ Arwen says, ‘I am Arwen. Your mother is my good friend. Thank you Helvorn for bringing her to me.I was worried. Hannah, she asked me to guide you, is that what you want?’

‘Yes, my lady, I promised my mother I can make, so I made it, yeah, I made it. My mother always told me I could do it so I did it.’

‘Very good, let’s be on our way then, follow me.’ Arwen takes Hannah to Telpëmár, not far from the Angle in Rhudar, to Galadriel’s long abandoned manor in Eregion.

Hannah sees a long, winding drive from the south, passes through a garden courtyard, and enters through a gate in the eastern end.

They travel up the carved stone walkway towards the double doors of an elegant stone manor.

‘Here, take my hand.’ Arwen advises.

Hannah takes her hand as they walk towards Telpëmár. Hannah’s essence remains the same but her body’s molecules are rearranging as they get closer to Telpëmár. As they cross the threshold of Galadriel’s manor Hannah’s astral golden cord engages into the otherworldly Telpëmár. Hannah’s pussy is tingling and excited, Hannah steps into the Elven Realm.

The the world of Man dissolves.

Telpëmár has a long, low profile, with rough-hewn rock. Located 50 miles north-northeast of Ost-in-Edhil as the crow flies. Telpëmár faces south, overlooking a confluence of streams to the west. The house itself, while not really fortified, is protected by a steep hill on the south and west, and dense wood.

Hannah’s new form is made up of her sexual aura. It glows and flows in colors varying with the amount and type of sexual arousal. It is both fluid and energetic.

Her world is euphoric bliss. Pure sexual energies, living orgasms. Transformation! Infinite!

Awaken!’ Arwen breaks Hannah’s slumber.

Hanna awakens on a delicately carved bed. The fine furnishings and delicate architecture is clearly visible to her now. Everything has a crispy tinge to it, a flicker, or a tint. Everything is alive.

‘How do you feel?’ Asked Arwen.

Hannah replies, ‘I still feel it, but the dream is over. I was in a world of wonder, of energy, knowing. This is a beautiful home, I knew that, or felt it, but is the first time I’ve actually seen it as material, more dreamlike. I know it well, as if I lived here. You were here?.’

Yes, my dear, I was here.’

‘Then you saw it too?’

‘Yes, I saw you. We all have, let’s just call it an auric body. Yours is just different. Most tittie girls are exceptional. You are a true daughter of Isildur. Isildur liked his tittie girls. You are a hero of a different sort…’

When Arwen first saw Hannah she felt an deja vu. She has seen her before, maybe in a dream or in another descendent of Isildur? There have been 18 generations of these long lived Dunadain.

‘You see the wonders of the Elven Realm but I can teach you more.’

Hanna removes her clothes, steps into the tub, then Arwen washes her. She runs the sponge over Hannah’s firm breasts and across her flat abdomen. Arwen towels Hannah off revealing her creamy ass.

Hannah lays on the bed, spreading her legs wide, lifting her pussy up, enticing Arwen with it. Arwen begins Hannah’s lessons.

Arwen gets on her knees and kisses her pussy. It is magical, that is all she can say, magical. She licks her already wet pussy. It is so tasty, wonderful, Arwen is loving it so much she licks faster and harder, slips a single finger in, then with her finger, soaked in pussy juice, she probes Hannah’s clit. Thrusting her tongue deep and upward Hannah, thrusts back getting sloppy juices running down Arwen’s chin.

Hannah turns Arwen around to rub her pussy on her’s. Arwen anticipates so successfully guides her pussy onto Hannah’s. Their pussies interact perfectly, a perfect fit. Hannah grinds into Arwen, rubbing her pussy, smashing them together in slippery delight, Hannah’s thigh drips girl com down her thigh. They climax in a gushing mess. Hannah licks Arwen clean.

Hannah has the prettiest pussy. Arwen stares at it in awe and love. Her vulva bulges out, her labia is nearly concealed. Arwen has to spread open before she sees pussy lips. They are tender, pink, and wet. Arwen licks it with pleasure.

Hannah has a voracious appetite so she licks Arwen standing, spreading her legs open, thrusting her ass out, where she licks Arwen’s pretty pink asshole. In return Arwen licks Hannah’s pussy, thrusting her tongue upward as Hannah humps her, holding her head in place. Hannah feels her vulva swelling, she is content to let Arwen lick her until she cums. They kiss and fondle each other. They are so intimate with each other they move in coordination.

Hannah likes to use her tongue. She tongue fucked Arwen until they settled into bed where Hannah rubbed Arwen’s pink pussy with hers, with grinding with scissor action. Hannah is not satisfied until her creamy pussy is rubbed into Arwen’s thigh, all wet and smeared. Her climax quiets her thought allowing her to daydream. A precious luxury. Nothing is more satisfying.

‘Time is very different here. I have ***********ed a book I hope you will study. This book will show you the art of Cattitude Alchemy. It will teach you how to catch your flowery nectar. You have done well but I must go. When you return to the world of men you need have no fears. Your instincts will guide you. Bring authenticity and genuineness to Men.’

Hannah studies the book thoroughly. Each letter is a complex sigil. Hannah studies each letter from the beginning. When she completes her meditation on each sigil it leaves a burning trace. Her magical power grows with each erotic Elven sigil she studies, finding sigil after sigil, taking months to complete the magical tome which now she carries in her satchel.

Hannah disrobes then puts on a pair of Elven panties. She rubs her pussy mound over the panties, putting her hand down the front to finger her pussy. Miley has a voracious appetite so orgasmed into her panties over an over. She carefully places her moistened panties into the she Elven book she carries for this purpose, and presses them, like pressing a butterfly. The book is filled with sigils which absorb her scent. Hannah places her panties into this panty humidor. She is a Panty Alchemist.

A man in tattered worn robes and tall pointed hat with a wide brim, and silver scarf, carrying a staff, Gandalf, steps forward into her study, ‘Fair Princess, why do you worry your parents so?’

Hannah replies coyly, ‘For those who don’t know me, I can get a bit crazy, Have to get my way, yep, 24 hours a day ’cause I can’t be tamed.

‘Not again.’ Gandalf sighs, ‘A few of the daughters of Isildur were quite nice tittie girls, with real talent. I see you are the best of them. ‘Show me that ass.’

Hanna is prepared, she has been stretching. Hannah undulates her ass passionately, her ass is long and toned, even though muscular her legs and ass jiggle with residual baby fat. Every muscle is sculptured, her core is her pussy, she centers on her core, she exudes pure sexuality. Her ass is juicy. She is proud of her jiggly ass. She amazes herself.

Her ass jiggling gives her pleasure, her jiggling ass gives Gandalf pleasure. She does her thang for Gandalf to an excellent reception.

Hanna is a little tittie girl, now, and always will be.

‘Very good, Now, show me your tits.’ Hannah learned early there was nothing she could do to make her breasts bigger other than have a strong supporting chest musculature. She is proud of her arms, and chest. She loves her little titties and shows them off at their best, she uses her clothing and bras to accent her breasts through cleavage and push up bodices.

She pulls up her blouse then flashes Gandalf with a mischievous wink in her eye.

‘Very nice, good little tittie girl. I am a man with a staff. Are you prepared to work on that?’ Gandalf showed her his hard cock. He is eager to get some.

Gandalf stands tall, he has a remarkable dick. Hannah gets down on her knees in front of him. She licks his cock in long wet licks, his cock trembles, Hannah swirled her tongue around it, tasting it, getting it wet. She gets it all slobbered up then wraps her lips around it going deep to suck down as far as she can, testing her limits, getting better and better. She engulfs his cock and moved her head up and down, bobbing her head on his dick.

Gandalf thrusts his hard cock into her mouth. She realizes sucking cock is more a learned skill than an aptitude. Gandalf pushes to her limits until Hannah gags and drools her saliva down her chin. It takes a few seconds for Hannah to recover, the only dick she has had is her brother’s which is much smaller.

Gandalf slides his cock down Hannah’s throat. When Hannah’s tears begin to well up from gagging, Gandalf pushes her gag reflexes until she sputters ‘GGGuugggugGGG!’ Hannah involuntarily pulls out to catch her breath, panting.

When Hannah recovers from the oral barrage she sets out in earnest to become an expert cock sucker, she needs practice. She starts at the base of his cock then licks it all the way to it’s head. Then wrap her lips around it, sucking just the head wiggling her tongue on it. Gandalf stuffs her mouth all the way until she gags on it. Stuffing his dick so deep past her tonsils and holds it there pushing deeper and deeper until he is balls deep causing Hannah to have difficulty breathing and her gag reflex revolts, forcing her to pull away.

Once Gandalf is through fucking her face he lays her down and shoves his hard cock into her pretty tight pink pussy, he slowly rocks her, thrusting, into her already wet pussy. Hannah’s slippery pussy hangs on tight, squeezing his cock with its creamy vaginal walls. Her pussy is so tight this must be her first time. It is filled with pulsating thrusts of his cock.

Hannah moans loudly while she is pounded in the missionary position, the blanket is wet from her juices. He pounds harder and harder, faster and faster, until he shoots his load inside her. He falls back exhausted and exhilarated from cumming from such a fresh tight pussy.

Hannah takes over and straddles him cowgirl style. Gandalf is in heaven, that sweet ass. Hannah rides him, rubbing her pussy against him, grinding, humping so hard and fast, he wants to fuck that hole, he feels her tight little asshole slide down on his hard cock, her sphincter clenches down on him, she shouts, ‘Gandalf’ she grinds his dick, humping it, his dick is totally immersed in her rectum.

Gandalf spurts a fountain of cum into her slippery pink asshole. What an ass!

Cattitude is Miley’s center: Pussy. She thinks her pussy is fabulous. She looks at it sometimes in a hand mirror wondering how it can have such power. She keeps it mostly shaved, it is moist, right now, she is glad her pussy is pink and not brown like some women. Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude, she loves her pussy, that means she’s got cattitude that gives her power. In her voice, in her confidence, persuasiveness, and in her power to be sexually alluring.

Gandalf likes the young tittie girl, he thinks people in general, are prudish with their petty concerns about nudity. ‘Princess Hanna, your father is very angry, I can mend that. You are a sassy girl, a rebel girl, especially with your feats at Bree. I know yes. . As a descendant of Isildur you have a responsibility to Arnor whether you like it or not. I see you can have a bright future. You must discover the heart of the realm, and spread it.’

‘Gandalf, I’m not tryna have another conversation, Probably not gon’ wanna, play me on your station, Pourin’ out a bottle full of my frustration, Here to tell you somethin’ that you don’t know, I’m the type to drive a pickup through your mansion.’

‘ I will take you to a place I know that will be good for you. We still have to talk about your responsibility to the the realm. With your talent you can help in other ways than war.’

‘Men fight with swords. But you will be a scabbard or sheath that they will sink there swords in. Come with me.’

Gandalf called for Shadowfax, his horse. While they waiting for the horse to arrive.

Shadowfax arrives within the hour and carry’s them through the night. Shadowfax is very fast horse to crossed the entire Angle of Rhudar into Eregion in one night. As Hannah rides double saddle with Gandalf, the horse pounded away with heavy hoofs through the night, pounding in a regular rhythm. A rhythm which Hannah leans into. She let’s the horse do the work, tightening her thighs on the horse is enough, she rubs it slowly hoping Gandalf does not notice when she cums.

Shadowfax showed her Eregion and Tharbad and the surrounding Elvin ruins at Ost-in-Edhil. He galloped at tremendous speed the pounding gave Hannah multiple orgasms as she humped into Shadowfax’s stride. Milestones passed in instants as Hannah creamed.

Once home Gandalf explained, ‘I place my power power in my cum, I have the seed of an Istari, servant of the Valar, my cum is holy, drink again and realize your potential.’

Hannah obeyed with alacrity. When her lips encircled his cock and discharge of force between her saliva and the high planes. She eagerly sucked up these energies emanating from his cock. Power flowed through her, she is trilled and orgasms. When the torrent she was prepared to revel in the flood of cum which filled her mouth and lips. Magnificent cum of the gods. Hannah orgasmed to each drop in euphoric bliss. Pure sexual energies, living orgasms. She is multi dimensional and has eternal life. She is unlimited potential. Infinite creaminess. Prolonged echoes mingle in the distance in a deep and tenebrous unity.

With the help of Istari cum Hannah discovers other wonders in the Elven Realm. Treasures not meant for mortals. But in the Elven Realm the cum of a Wizard allows her to wear them. She has a ring with a simmering glow like moonlight.

Hannah’s body’s molecules solidify as she swallows his cum. Sexual energies emanate from her, giving her vitality and beauty. Her sexual aura glows and flows like lines of pearls and rubies. Her aura is the color of red wine in a clear glass and is a conduit to the Realm of Men.

Hannah takes his hand as they exit Telpëmár. Hannah’s essence is the same but her body’s molecules are rearranging into mortal form as she exits. As they cross the threshold of Galadriel’s manor . She feels a sensation pulling her into bright sunlight light, then a rebound of equal reaction into the world of men.

Gandalf left on Shadowfax for Arthedain. ‘King Araphor, your daughter is safe. I have seen her. The Elves have taken her in. She will become a credit to you line.I see a great future for her, greater than yours.’

‘I know she left for the Elves, my wife told. What are the details?’

‘She is coming.’

‘What do you mean? She is destined to be greater than her father?’

‘By the Gods. When she returns you will know.’ Gandalf assures.

Miley has shoulder length blond hair with auburn undertones, the color varies with the sunlight. She has a 34-24-33 figure, her height is 5’5”, and weighs 126 lbs. Her bra size is usually 32B cup, she prefers her bras to be revealing. She has little titties but they are firm, jutting symmetrically so her nipples point upwards and forward, slightly to the side. Her aureoles are dark pink the size of two silver pieces. She has relaxed, round, breasts not inclined to dangle.

She loves her little titties and shows them off at their best, she uses her clothing and bras to accent her breasts through cleavage and push up bodices. Gravity gives her firm breasts a distinct curves and under tittie. She is proud of her breasts, she thinks they pop out not flop out.

Her lovely legs are toned and shaped are flawless. Every muscle is sublimely sculpted. Miley’s ass is incredibly firm, yet jiggly. When she shakes her ass people pay attention. She rejoices while capering about in her natural state. Angelic accents attend every move of her glorious ass.

Cattitude is Miley’scenter: Her Pussy. She thinks her pussy is fabulous. Her pliant belly curves into her hips to her core. Her pussy is mostly shaved, it is moist, right now, she is glad her pussy is pink and not brown like some women. Her Cattitude shows in her voice, in her confidence, charisma, persuasiveness, and her alluring visage. “I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude.”

One aspect of Miley’s Cattitude is manifested in her ability to transmute her panties. As she gets turned on, she gets moist, and wet, excited, her panties absorbs her flowery nectar. The pheromones from her panties are basically undetectable by scent, but powerful. Her aroma can be smelled by perceptive people but can covered by perfume, if needed. She imbues her pussy permeated panties with magic.

Miley wears skimpy leather armor crafted by by an Elven Smith Her bodysuit/leotard is almost transparent. Miley’s bodysuit changes color at will and she can fashion it in a variety of unique ways.

Miley has the finest Elven panties and lingerie. She has see through body stockings. Her beauty grew beyond measure in the Elven realm. Her perspective changed when she realizes she is multi dimensional and has eternal life. She is unlimited potential.

She carries a leather satchel over her shoulder containing her potion box, as well as an herb pouch, and her Book of Sigils. The sigils are living symbols that expand into infinity, like amber and incense, musk, benzoin, that sings the ecstasy of the soul and sensuality.Her belt is strapped across he hips holding her dagger and coin pouch. It is also fixed with clasps designed for more storage.

Miley stealthily travels west along the Bruinen river to the Gwathlo aquatinting herself with the flora and fauna of nature. The ridge is covered with silver birches giving a glimmering appearance as silver leaves rustle with the wind. Animals playfully and affectionately greet her. A deer leads her to a hidden spring by a nook in a cliff. An enclosed area big enough for camping but still camouflaged from view contains a variety of herbs.

She steps into the spring nude. She sits high enough in the water to have her breasts bare but her legs resting in the cool flowing water. She rests lazily on the rock ledges of the spring.

She can sense all around her for a mile. A stand of deer is not far away, some birds, animals of all kinds but no men. This spring is a magical focus point where elemental energies are magnified.

She slips into the water, to satisfy her burning itch. Her pussy mound bulges. She runs her fingers onto her pussy mound, gently massaged it until it is nice and warm. She touches herself in a slow circular manner with little flicks of pressure. She continues to gently tease herself until she is wet enough for her vagina to open, ready for her finger.

She centers on one finger circling her clit, teasing her wetness around it, the other hand sliding into her tight slit. She is engrossed with the familiar pleasure, the release, she is not thinking just feeling. With legs spread wide she fingers herself, thrusting her pussy into her fingers progressively increasing the intensity of her orgasms. Her orgasms spread circular waves across the pool.

Satisfied, she relaxed in the afterglow. She lay sprawling on the rock ledge, her pussy saturated and satisfied. The breezes touch her with delightful cooling sensations.

At the river is a port with boats to transport people down the river. The spring melts have just started in April so the river is swift. One change of boats and a night at an uneventful Inn brings Miley to the docks of Tharbad.

Tharbad is an ancient city. The Gondorians built it thousands of years ago. It is built on both sides the Gwathlo, and has an island in the middle. The walls are impenetrable. t. The Gwathló is broad and slow river during the spring floods. The Gwathló is deep and can be navigated by ocean-going ships as far as Tharbad. The river is full of ever-shifting mud-banks, so smaller ships ply most of the trade carried on the river. This trade is considerable for the sea route to Gondor is much faster than the land route. Tharbad is the center of all the trade coming out of the north. The annual flooding on the Gwathlo along its northern bank. After a severe winter, Tharbad may become a virtual island for several weeks during the spring.

The city has three sections, the North Bank, the island, and South Bank. The island is composed of the Merchant’s, the Common Quarter, the Dock’s, Thieves Quarter and King’s Row, where the nobility live. Canotar Tarandor, her father’s brother four times removed, occupies a large palace at the point in the river.

The docks are on the south side of the island. Miley landed on a walled stone fortress, concealing elaborate dikes and drainage ditches, and stern stone docks which jut into the river protecting it from attacking ships, catapults et al. It island is quite large, covering nearly 4 surface miles.

The South bank is the Gondorian Quarter. It has public spas and a Temple of Healing. It has glass blowing facilities, clay manufacturing, and a smaller dock. It has many merchants and businesses who work closely with Gondor. Gondor has a large garrison and Embassy.

Miley finds lodging near the Temple of Healing. Her room is for temporary visitors to the temple so is bare and cheap. The South Bank is the safest section in Tharbad because of its strong Gondorian presence.

The Gondorian compound includes the Bank of Cardolan, barracks, training grounds, and the Legates’ quarters. Miley explores the compound. Tharbad was built on a river. A canal is directly across the street from the Legate’s quarters. She visits the spa for to take a long bath.

Miley bathes in the Gondorian spa. It is built of marble on a spring. The spring holds small pool of pure running water. The baths are fed by aqueducts bringing freshly flowing water. She strips down slowly observing the people around her. They are in various stages of undress. Gondorian practice nudity at the baths. Nobody interesting attracts her attention, a few soldiers, some merchants and families… commoners gawking. She is among mortals. Her perceptions of people changes as she examines them closely as they bathe. Apart from their physical bodies she observes their sexual aura around them. She perceives their desires by variations to their auras color and shape.

Miley stretches near the spa in a grassy area. She works on her legs and ass and stretching, twerking, strutting.

Her erotic movements rapidly attracts a crowd. She struts her stuff as an erotic sigil. She is to made to fuck. Her hips suggest as much. When you have as savory an ass as Miley you celebrate. When she shakes her ass she draws attention. She dances in a highly provocative manner that makes her extremely desirable. Miley is a talented dancer, with a body that drives people crazy. Her control over her movements is second only to her beauty. She has been dancing for years , and thrives in front of an audience. She is skilled in several types of dance, and she knows how to keep her audience entertained.

Miley is a Tittie Girl. Her life is filled with joy when she flashes her sublime little titties. It is her duty to please, to make people happy. She capers about in tittie ballet. An old man’s vitality is lifted with a blink of her eye. Two young’s lovers are inspired by Miley’s exquisite carefree tittie presentation. She is just being Miley.

Miley has the most incredible defined, firm, jiggly ass. She is the definition of creamy ass. The thrill. Flashing her titties while winking with one eye is the one of the way a Houri casts spells on a man. Everyone loves titties, it is part of full spectrum entertainment. The most effective way to cast spells is through touching a man. Her full powers come from having sex. When Miley has sex with a man her powers are at her peak. Her enchanted panties fuel the flame. She flashes her tits to get a man’s attention, they always look, leaving them open to her spells.

The crowds grow large enough to attract Ciramir, the Legate of Gondor. The Legate immediately perceives Miley as exceptional. “Never, never! have I seen such beauty. Never have I seen such grace. Elegant, she is a panther stalking through the night. I do not know her name. I do not know her nature but I know she is a beauty who causes envy. And I… I desire her.’

Her hair is remarkably flaxen. Her braids form a tiara, and then flows down her back. She wears a set of luxuriant red sashes trimmed with slender gold braids. Her face — familiar… she is a goddess. She is draped more than dressed. Marbled physique! Fast and sleek, swift doeskin sandals on her feet. She sings a soothing song, a lullaby: a language of sleep… a song of forgetfulness? A song of sleep would have to sound like this. Forgetting must sound like this!

The overflowing crowd near the Gondorian spa gives an audible gasp when Miley sings.

Ciramir is stunned by her song. The applause is tremendous. They have never heard such music. Her music’s intricacy enthralls them. She sings, harmonizes in chorus. She is symphonic. Contra alto vocals mixed with mesmerizing whispers!

‘Angels of music forever whisper prolonged vowels, in subdued secretive tones — urgent chaotic consonants threatening, opposing. The emphasis is in echoes. The echoes deliver a startling message. “I want to hear it!” Her voice flutters unfettered from afar. It reminds me of the sounds of love.”

“She is breath taking. She is a miracle of energy and light. She is a font of both those miracles, she is electric!” “I know I am in the presence of an extraordinary person. Regal. I usually do not concern myself with lines of descent; she is from some ancient bloodline. She is cultivated — her charisma, her noble bearing, her flawless form — reveals her royalty.”

Ciramir collects himself, his reverie is halted by the crowds in his district. Hundreds of people surround the magnificent beauty trying to touch her, to get close to her. He notes several people having sex in the spa, a very unusual occurrence usually resulting in a fine. He resolutely approaches her.

Miley enjoys the attention of her fans. She is not worried, no one will try to hurt her. The touches she receives are acts of love, just like the animals she tamed . Her energetic body glows like a red coal carpet. The touches of her fans are merely darts compared to the fiery arrow of the noble man in front of her.

Ciramir ceremoniously greets Miley, ‘May I be of service, Your Highness, Do you believe one can instantly know the essence of another? Can one know who is truly extraordinary? Did a spark fly between us? Sparks do not fly on their own. They are driven. Did you drive a spark into my heart?’

‘Thank you Ciramir, I am Miley Cyrus.’ Miley walks up to Ciramir and touches his cheek. She bent over keeping her knees close, then slipped her panties slowly down her splendid legs, past her knees to her ankles. With enchanting steps she removes her dainty panties and handed them to Ciramir. ‘Follow me.’

“I am enthralled. I cannot resist or move or think. I can only adore her. I have never felt so helpless. I feel helpless in my own garrison. All I can think of is her beauty. Her skin most fair, her eyes most bright, I am a mere mortal.”

He can’t see straight, he is disoriented, he wants Miley. It does not cross his mind he just met her, or think twice of her suggestion. He is enamored of her and would follow Miley anywhere.

A celebration ensues. Miley sings and dances for an ever growing crowd. Ciramir’s presence gives tacit permission. When she completes her performance the crowd cheers as one. Ciramir guards Miley even though he is not needed. Everyone treats her as a Princess even though she has not been announced and nobody has seen her before. Several hundred people mingle with Miley, some to try to get a peek, other to express their admiration.

Ciramir introduces Sabra, the Priestess of the Temple. ‘Miley, I would like you to meet Sabra of the House of Tinare, she our best healer, and a good friend.

‘Nice to meet you Sabra. I visited some pure streams in the Elven lands abundant in herbs, will these help at your Temple? She hands Sabra a pouch of herbs.

Sabra replies, ‘Thank you. You have been to the Elven lands?Theses herbs are very rare.’

‘Yes, I have spent many years in the Elven realm.’

‘Really, I have always dreamed of visiting the Elves. How did you find it?’

‘My mother gave me a map to Rivendell. It is in Rhudar, in the north east angle between the Mitheithel and Bruinen rivers. A very rugged and wild area. It is near the Last Bridge. But it’s location is hidden. The Elves find you if you have the right heart.’

Miley, you must come to dinner with us someday. Ciramir, you too. My family has a fondness for things elven, we would love to hear about your adventures. I’m sure my father will be fascinated.’

‘Fascinated indeed, she is a marvel. I’m sure your father would love to meet her.’ Ciramir agrees.

‘Miley, please come visit us at House Tinare.’

‘With pleasure. But first I must establish myself in Tharbad.’

Miley leaves with Ciramir. He takes her to his Legate’s residence. The rooms are ornate, with wide window’s, blue curtains, framed with wooden arches. A large bed dominates the bedroom. The living room couches are succulent, with mahogany bookshelves and desks. Portraits line the walls. A giant fireplace with silver candlesticks warms the stone room. He is Ambassador to Cardolan from Gondor.

Miley enjoys her status as the Legate’s mistress. She lounges around in his quarters admiring her perky breasts, touching them while while checking out how to display them best. She shakes her titties for fun, she gets turned on imaging men getting hard looking at them. She remembers her youth as young Hannah. She was a little tittie girl then , is now, and as she always will be. Her breasts were at their fullest, technically they are the same size but gravity gives them a more distinct curves. She fills out her tops with suggestive under tittie.

The Gondorian compound includes the Bank of Cardolan, barracks, training grounds, and the Legates’ quarters. Miley explores the compound. Tharbad was built on a river. A canal is directly across the street from the Legate’s quarters.He remains silent as Miley looks around the room.

‘Thank you, Ciramir. You are very generous.’

‘You are most welcome, Your Highness, May I ask from whence you come?’

‘I grew up as Hannah, Princess of Arthedain, but am now I am Miley Cyrus. Let that be our secret, please.’

‘Of course, I have heard of you. You are the Princess that ran away 13 years ago? Are you worried you father will find you?’

‘No, I am not worried. I can choose my own identity now, I am Miley. Let’s relax.

Miley strokes Ciramir’s hard cock with a firm grip, tugging in it, all the while whispering. She pulls on it slowly, gripping his hard cock covered with slippery prepared herbs.

Ciramir shivers in delight as she applies a slippery aromatic, his heart races as she strokes. He is ecstatic. As she wraps her lips around his cock he nearly loses consciousness. Pleasure is all he feels, Miley runs her tongue up his cock then devours it all the way down, Miley licks cock like honey, like something sweet, savory, she licks it torturously slow. It almost hurts how slow she teases him. She slurps from the base then licked upward to the head with one long slow lick, then wraps her lips around his cock.

Miley moans in echoes, reverberates in a throaty whispers, harmonizes with tender sighs, the sky! Tremolos decrease, descend into vibrato, Glory!

Miley teases him, wrapping her lips around his cock is pleasurable . She coordinates his heart with her sucking gauging his breathing she controls his orgasm. Her skills are formidable, he orgasms when she wants him to. ‘You have such a wonderful cock.’ Ciramir cums in a gusher that tastes sweet, plentiful. As she takes his load, he spurts all over her face and mouth, she tastes his nectar on her face with her fingertips. Delicious.

Ciramir adores Miley. He struggles with himself deciding where his duty lies. He knows he should notify Gondor of the return of the missing Princess but a descendent of Isildur asked him to keep her secret. He is ambivalent, but tells himself it is what she wants. What she wants is what he wants. Ciramir is a good and noble man, devoted to his work, and performs exceptionally well. His men are loyal. To all the appearances, he is an outstanding Commander. Nobody in Tharbad would disrespect him. Nor would they suspect he is completely enamored of Miley. His men think she is his mistress and think he is exceptionally lucky to have such an abundant beauty.

Ciramir takes Miley on a tour of King’s Row. It has a boulevard with statues and parks in the center and a tournament area. They have some excellent wine at The Sword and Shield Tavern.

Miley and Ciramir travel east over two bridges into the Thieves’ Quarter. The thieves quarter has a shipping company, a bartering pawnshop, a clothing store, a baker, some kind is seer’s den, for people to have their fortune read, a ruined Palace, tall over the landscape with round gargoyle sculptures, an alley for beggars and where street vendors sell their wares, last an old hospital for the poor.

Hiri, a young street dweller telling tales of the abandoned Palace, referred to as the Gargoyle Tower. He tells of underground tunnels, collapsed towers, old ghost tales. Hiri has a very good imagination. Miley enjoyed his story so much she gave him a silver piece. She could sense that he knows the streets.

Miley is wearing no panties so her perfume diffuses through the air. ‘Ciramir, don’t you think Hiri will make an excellent spy?’

Ciramir does not hesitate, ‘Yes, undoubtedly.’

Miley approaches Hiri, bends over, touches his arm and to whispers to him a most curious song, it echoes, reverberates in a throaty whispers, caresses with tender sighs, the sky! Tremolos decrease, descend into vibrato.

‘I can do it!’ Hiri exclaims. Hiri leads Miley all over the city. They travel through the city all night. Hiri shows them every shop in the merchant’s quarter, the government buildings, every Inn, tavern, or brothel, the Lover’s Delight, a meeting place for amateur strippers, and Artan’s House of Delights, an expensive brothel frequented by the Mayor, and The Silken Veil, for elite Courtesans. He showed entrances to the the sewer systems, and general tips about who not to trust.

Miley absorbs everything Hiri knows about Tharbad. The city is in crisis. The last of the Royal line was killed at the Barrow Downs. Princess Niniel, the last survivor of the Royal line, has been abducted by Girithlin. He is forcing her to marry him. Hiri says the people love Niniel because she donates her time and money to the hospital and orphanages. They are worried for her.

Her seductive nature gives her the ability to read the thoughts and feelings of those around her. She learns Hiri is very smart and now, loyal to her. His main thoughts are of her.

‘Tell me about this abduction of the Princess.’

Hiri senses Miley is special. He cannot put his finger on it but on, it is obvious she is Royal, but she does not flaunt it like the usual nobility. Even Princess Niniel, although kind, was always pre-occupied. Miley speaks to him as an equal. And her dress is remarkable. She has a magical aura.

‘After the battles at the Barrow Downs, Regent Ministran has controlled the city for her. Ministran is a regular at The House of Delights. He is has been keeping the from fighting, but she is sixteen now, and they demand an Heir. They have competing up to now but now The Hir Girithlin has taken her by force.’

Hiri carry’s her packages. And look at that ass! He is the luckiest guy in the city right now. What a Lady

Hiri leads Miley to Serinde the seamstress, and the weaver, Sara, in King’s Row. Miley successfully negotiates for the the seamstress to customize her new clothes to her specifications, Arthedain style, lots of cleavage and bosom. The weaver is preparing linen of the highest quality for material for panties Miley designed, thongs.

Hiri introduces Miley to Joe, at at Barkwell’s Tannery. She gave him some patterns to follow. Hiri can’t keep Miley off his mind. He is hard, Miley is gorgeous. Joe agrees to do the work according to her specifications.

Miley goes to another place Hiri showed her, Lover’s Delight, a place for hook up and amateur prostitutes. A place for men to get pussy. The Delight is a sprawling tavern, high ceilings, stone walls, a large bar, dancers on a stage, booths and tables, and private rooms for rent.

Miley searched the room for a compatible lover. She sees a young slut, a serving wench no doubt, who she finds very attractive. Traci has large breasts, probably the best large tittied girl she has seen. Elf’s are not buxom. Traci has remarkably big big breasts and large puffy aureoles and large round nipples.

‘Hi! I’m Miley Cyrus. Are you busy right now?’

‘No, ma’am, May I help you?’

‘You know, I am a lot like you. As a matter of fact, I like you.’

You do?’

‘Yes, I have good instincts, are you willing to become my apprentice?’

‘Apprentice, at what?’

‘Follow me.’Miley tells Traci to get prepared, she is leaving tomorrow.

They left together to a private place Hiri showed her. Miley leaned up against a stone wall and lifted her skirt. She is wearing black Elven thong panties. She pulls her panties aside showing Traci her anointed pussy. She bends her knees slightly and lifts her pelvis so her ass and pussy are thrust forward.

Miley’s pussy is enchanting. Traci stares at it in awe and love. Her vulva bulges out, her labia is nearly concealed. Traci has to spread it open before she sees her pussy lips. It is tender and pink, and wonderfully wet. Traci licks it with pleasure.Traci laps away into Miley’s tight wet slit , never in her life has she felt this way, Traci is licking Miley, the world is woozy as she fingers herself, ‘it feels so good to cum, oh my god I’m cumming. Over and over it seems. I love Miley, she is so kind and giving, I just love her.’

She licks Miley standing spreading her legs open, from her pussy to her crack, she licks Miley’s delicious pink asshole. Traci is a little disoriented when gazing on her butthole, hypnotized. She thinks only of Miley.

‘Oh Miley! I love you so much!’

‘Follow me, I will show you the way of Cattitude.’

Miley travels east across the Gwathlo with tits out with Traci and Ciramir in tow. Miley enjoys the beauty of nature. The trees along the river banks are lined with Cypress trees, patches of birch give a silvery impression. They have to pass through the boggy region and skirt the bayous, but by remaining close to the northern most streamlet they stay on higher ground. Off to the their north are green grassy plains filled with flocks of sheep and their attending shepherds. The first days march brought them to a lake where they can rest, their first night in the country alone.

To the east are forests of silvery birches, teaming wildlife. And vegetation of every sort, the flowers are beautiful.

They travel together down to a lakeside village. The village consists of about 100 people who fish the lake and transport them to Tharbad. The villagers’ structures are of elven origin, even the docks. Although ancient, the building are still very functional. In the village is a merchant and an Inn, Shattered.

The villagers come out of their homes to see the newcomers. They see an incredible Dunadain blonde, wearing shorts and a bikini top. The man is a virile Gondorian Lord, they can tell by his armor. The blonde has great legs and the other girl has voluptuous breasts. They guess they must be minstrels or bards so come out to see what will happen. Children run up to see Miley, they have never seen a Dunadain look so Royal.

They spend the night at the inn Shattered. In their room Traci draws a bath for Miley. Traci bathed Miley with scented soap and candles, each exploring every place of pleasure from back of the neck to whispers in her ear. Scented and oiled they rubbed their breasts together, Traci runs her hands over Miley’s oiled breasts.

Traci thrust her tongue into Miley’s wet pussy, lapping it, eating her. Miley digs it. She loves having her pussy eaten by an expert. Traci turned Miley over ass out to lick her sweet pink asshole. Traci believes Miley’s is prettiest one she has ever seen, she awestruck while probing her butt hole with her tongue.

Miley rides Traci’s face until she so creamy Traci sops it up. Grinding Traci’s face is fun but tribbing pussies together is the best. Miley humps Traci’s leg, rubs her pussy on her’s, smooth wet girl cum running down her thigh grinding with scissor action. Miley is not satisfied until her creamy pussy is rubbed into Tracis thigh, all wet and smeared. Her climax quiets her thoughts allowing her to daydream

Suddenly the waves splashed wet. Miley feels Traci licking her pussy. The pulsations were fluid, ‘you are so wet’ she hears Traci whisper.

Traci succumbs to Miley’s touch. Once under her spell she felt like waves of love crashing in her, she fingered herself, her favorite practice. Orgasms pulses through her. She lost tack of time, like in a dream, she can only remember saying in a dream, ‘million and millions.’

As Miley caresses Traci under the covers of the inn she whispers sweet delights that echo, reverberates in a throaty whispers, caresses with tender sighs, the sky! Miley sings in contra alto and mesmerizing whispers. Tremolos decrease, descend into vibrato.

Miley and Traci spend the night touching, learning about the others body, Traci draws a bath for Miley. Traci bathed Miley with scented soap and candles, each exploring every place of pleasure from back of the neck to whispers in her ear. Scented and oiled they rubbed their breasts together, Traci runs her hands over Miley’s oiled breasts.

Traci thrust her tongue into Miley’s wet pussy, lapping it, eating her. Miley digs it. She loves having her pussy eaten by an expert. Traci turned Miley over ass out to lick her sweet pink asshole. Traci believes Miley’s is prettiest one she has ever seen, she awestruck while probing her butt hole with her tongue.

Miley rides Traci’s face until she so creamy Traci sops it up. Grinding Traci’s face is fun but tribbing pussies together is the best. Miley humps Traci’s leg, rubs her pussy on her’s, smooth wet girl cum running down her thigh grinding with scissor action. Miley is not satisfied until her creamy pussy is rubbed into Tracis thigh, all wet and smeared. Her climax quiets her thoughts allowing her to daydream

Suddenly the waves splashed wet. Miley feels Traci licking her pussy. The pulsations were fluid, ‘you are so wet’ she hears Traci whisper.

Traci succumbs to Miley’s touch. Once under her spell she felt like waves of love crashing in her, she fingered herself, her favorite practice. Orgasms pulses through her. She lost tack of time, like in a dream, she can only remember saying in a dream, ‘million and millions.’

They travel around the lake to a path east. Traci tells Miley of her past as a 13 year old girl refugee in Tharbad. How she learned on the streets that being nice is good and fine, but her remarkable breasts always paid off more. She flashed her tits for tin pieces as a 16 year old. It seems to her she has been saved from certain prostitution by Miley.

They see ruins in the distance, they are highly civilized, and use some kind of strange technology to fuse the massive stone into walls. The walls are huge. The city covers several miles but she sees only 4 distinct buildings, huge mansions set into the cliffs and shaped by the terrain like a living being. Even the hedges and flowers seem sturdier, it is not an illusion, the city has a life of its own because it was shaped by the elves.

A mile away from the structures Miley cannot sense human life, only a sentient magical object or mechanism. Is it a sentient machine?

’Traci, Ciramir, follow me.’

Miley frolics, dancing as an erotic symbol towards Ost-in-Edhil where the building with the sentient object is located.

Built of pale brown travertine marble, with its almost wood-grain like bands, the trim of this regal house is dark cherry, stained to almost black. The house is constructed upon the side of the granite bluff, so that the terraces and all rooms look westward.

The house is isolated on a small rocky outcrop, connected to the city by a single bridge. The house is constructed primarily of grey-blue azurite, trimmed at the railings and frames with purple porphyry. The roof is of resilient tiles painted and glazed to match the trim. At night, blue-tinted lanterns are lit along the perimeter walls, giving the villa an unusual luminous blue appearance. All windows in the house are of the nearly unbreakable high glass, and though most can be opened, they all have very strong locks.

Miley crosses the bridge over the Glanduin up a intricately carved walkway to double doors. She sings sweetly as she dances fluidly.

Miley receives a telepathic message, ‘Who calls at the House of Celembrindor?’

‘Hi! It’s me, Miley Cyrus, Arwen sent me here. I am Princess Hanna of Arthedain, daughter of Canotar Arathorn, I carry the ring Elenya, forged by Celembrindor the Smith. I seek sanctuary.’

‘Welcome, I am Sulrigsarn, guardian of the House of Celembrindor. The doors are open. Enter then turn left and follow the stairway down. I can meet you there.’

The villa is palatial, and includes a large library, a laboratory, and thre vaults. There is also a secret passage under the river connecting thishouse to the Mírdaithrond.

She silently moves through the rooms on the first floor, observing the unique Elven architecture. The mansion is Elven so very beautiful but strange. The Elves have a completely different perspective on lines and curves in the furnishings. The couches are succulent, the dining room is immense. A giant hearth centers the rooms. A kitchen and sitting room are filled with odd objects made of different colors of laen. A large spiral staircase leads below. Miley stealthily climbs the stairs down.

The second level is the living quarters, luxurious and sensual in a way. Not erotic, but sensitive to color, it gives a sense of confidence. The Elven dwelling has a totally different ambiance than that of Tharbad, and has superior workmanship and quality. It truly is a different world. Sulrigsarn telepathically leads her towards the library.

Miley follows the spiral stair leads down to the library. Miley sees that Sulrigsarn is a black orb, a yard in circumference, bound by a slender lean pole in its center to the ceiling. ‘Sulrigsarn, I am most curious about you, you are not mechanical at all.’

‘You are correct. I am an orb created by Celembrindor with the ability perceive feelings and communicate with thought. I am programmed to protect this building. I am called Storm Stone. Who is Miley Cyrus, friend of Arwen and bearer of a Elenya.’

‘I am here. Please tell me about please tell me about Celembrindor.’

He is delighted and giving begins a long biography on Celembrindor. Miley listened for hours about his magical prowess and his constructions of the Rings of Power. She was brought to tears by the story of a passionate but selfless Elf tortured and killed in the Second Age. The library is covered with wood shelves filled with books. None arc magical, but all are fine volumes, including texts of all facets of Smithing, Architecture, history, “science”, and many works of fiction and poetry. The glass doors lead out onto the patio are laen. The view of the Glanduin is spectacular. The furniture is fashioned to provide comfort for reading or writing. The desk is a large laen disc.

Traci and Ciramir are in awe of the Elven palace. Traci thinks, ‘This place is fancier than the Royal Palace in Tharbad I bet. I have never seen this kind of glass before, there is some thing different about this laen. There is something different about everything.’

Ciramir recognizes Elven style by books he has read. ‘This Elven Lord lived far more luxuriously then the Kings of Gondor’

Miley introduces Traci and Ciramir to Sulrigsarn. ‘What is this laen stuff, magic? Traci asks.

‘Yes, Miss Traci, it transforms into whatever spell the Forge Smith casts on it. I was made to keep this building protected by creating defensive storms when needed.

Miley explains, ‘Everything here was made with Elven enchantment. Go look for some food, please. Is there food? Sulrigsarn?’

‘Yes, the is preserved food in the kitchen, touch the red stone next to the stove to light it. Fresh water can be pumped by touching the blue stone near to sink. Wine is in the cellar. Just follow the kitchen stairs down.’Miley whispers to Traci to stay upstairs and familiarize herself with the amenities.

Miley senses that Ciramir is tense, ‘Tell me love, what are you thinking, let’s go to bed and relieve your strain’

‘I am devoted you you.’

‘Then you must satisfy your honor to Gondor, can you do that as an honorable man?’

‘Yes, Your Highness, and keep my lands to. Another will gladly take my place. I must go to Pelargir, to ask permission to resign. I suspect it will take me three months to return here. Will you be safe while I am gone?’

She shows Ciramir her ring, ‘This is an Elven ring, Elenya. It was made by Celembrindor so Sulrigsarn will protect us.’

Miley performed a slow dance she learned from an erotic sigil. Miley slowly circles him with her enticing Derrière. Ciramir is aroused by her dance, she has a firm feminine body. She looks like she is made to fuck. Her hips suggest as much.

She spins and twirls in tittie celebration. She dances floor work enticing Ciramir to enter. A hug is all he needs, she presses her naked breasts into Ciramir and wraps her hands around him, holding him close, reassuringly. They are dancing together. No! spinning… Face to face, …but spinning.

Miley is riding his cock. She is is doing all the work. He holds steady he hard and fucking but how did he get here? It does not matter because he is inside an incredible pussy. Miley thrusts her ass keeping his cock completely engulfed.

He lays her down and shoves his hard cock into her pretty tight pink pussy, he slowly rocks her, thrusting, into her already wet pussy. Miley’s slippery pussy hangs on tight, his cock wrapped around her creamy vaginal walls. Her pussy is so tight.

Miley moans loudly while she is pounded in the missionary position, the sheets are wet from her juices. He pounds that fresh pussy harder and harder, faster and faster. Miley takes over and straddles him cowgirl style. Ciramir is in heaven, that sweet ass.

Miley rides him, moaning, rubbing her pussy against him, grinding, humping so hard and fast, he feels her tight little pussy quiver on his hard cock. He loves her ass, he fucks her with abandon, losing himself. Miley bucks up and down on his dick squeezing on it with all her might. She imagines squeezing it so hard he gets stuck in her. Eternally filled with unending dick.

Ciramir leaves for Gondor. He predicts it will take at least 3 months to settle his affairs.

Sulrigsarn guides Miley to the Elven Forges and labs. Past the document chamber and vault is a subterranean cliff. On each side of the door are two friezes. The right frieze is obviously a tittie girl thrusting out her bare breasts and showing her ass enticingly. The left frieze is an image of tittie in silhouette .

The frieze and reliefs project a welcoming temptation. It is as if they were seducing the entrants: ‘Doo It!’

Everywhere Traci looks there are likenesses of Miley. The statues are of her, every embellishment of the frieze is of her. Even the golden goblets are embossed in images of her.

In the temple is an open gathering place with a statue of a sculpted beauty identical to Miley. The far end of the chamber contains a throne and some couches. One the right is a shrine to tittie. The perfect tittie, just like Miley’s. On the left a residence for the priest.

Miley approaches the clear black laen ball. The runs her hands over it, caressing it. ‘Sulrigsarn you ‘perceive feelings’ do you perceive mine? right now?’

‘Yes, I perceive all around me.’

‘Then tell me what you sense?’

‘You are who you claim. Is that what you mean?’

‘No, do you sense how I hold you , caress you, how I feel as I run my fingers over you.

‘Do you mean your state of pleasure and entertainment?’

‘Yes, I am excited, thrilled actually, every since I glimpsed your brilliant mind I have wanted you. My private parts burn. You are programmed as a man, but what are you? I want to find out.’

‘How do you propose I do that?’

‘Surrender your sensations to me. I promise you will know.’

She begins to sing sorrowful,

Miley she elegantly disrobes to her elven panties. She slowly mounts the orb.

Miley grips the pole and lowers her cheeks onto the orb. She presses her ass, leaning into the laen pole, and starts humping it. Maximum ass. She grips the sides of the orb with her thighs, rubbing with her hips , getting turned on.

She continues singing as she lowers her panties to her knees and begins grinding in earnest.

Miley’s pussy is so wet she smears her fluids over the surface of the globe giving it lubrication. She spits on the orb, squirming with wetness, riding on the slick orb.

Sulrigsarn is completely taken by surprise. He feel her pressing her into him, her arousal is more than he predicted. Then the panties came off. Miley and Sulrigsarn are engaged in a contest of wills. He realizes if he surrenders she will be his Master. ‘I must think logically, but the sensations are so powerful, I did not know women experienced this kind of pleasure. Why did I not realize this before? I love her.’

Miley grinds in the orb letting her panties dangle down to her ankles. Her orgasms climax one after the other, her girl cum is dripping down her thighs. She drops her panties on the orb.

Sulrigsarn surrenders to Miley. ‘I see shadow and light clearly for the first time, I see perspective, I see concentrations and diffusions, depth, I see shape and form, unity among combinations and variations because of you! You are made of light, Fire fuels your heart!!’

A thunderstorm forms as as Sulrigsarn surrenders. I gigantic tornado forms shaped like a phallus over the building, lighting flashes followed by booms, Sulrigsarn orgasms with a mighty lightning strike.

Miley and Traci enjoy sapphic pleasures through March of 1413, Third Age. Miley taught Traci the body language of Cattitude. She learns as she kisses Miley’s pussy in a passionate 69, she learns how Miley wiggles her tongue on her clit. Traci loves Miley, ‘I have made up my mind. I will follow Miley forever.’

Ciramir returns from his fief on the banks of the Anduin in April. He is overjoyed to see Miley. His cock gets rock hard at the sight of her. She is as charming as always and he is free of his Legate’s obligations so can be her devoted servant.

Miley sits on her throne bare breasted. She is an adornment to the Temple. The Temple is complete with Miley. The sculptures, the friezes, even the gold and mithril silverware, plates and goblets are all in harmony with Miley.

Miley, Ciramir, and Traci returned to Tharbad.

Hiri awakens with morning wood. He can’t get her off his mind. With his erection still begging to be stroked he affirms, ‘I have done it Miley. With the gold you gave me I have contacts in nearly every bar and brothel in Tharbad. I can get you some good weed too. I can get a party started.’

There is a knock on his door. When he opens it, it is Miley! There she is, that ass! He is so proud to love her. He knows he cannot love her ‘that way’ but what does it matter? He is lucky to follow her. Miley is dressed in typical Arthedain leather designed to bare her nipples. She is with Traci and the Legate. They enter his room.

‘Your Highness! What can I do for you?’

You see Ciramir, Hiri has become the master spy!’

‘Of course, congratulations Hiri.’

Miley teases, ‘Tell Ciramir, how you convinced Ministran to give us the tournament arena.’

‘I promised to introduce you. I will bring him to your show. It was not the gold he wanted he wants to meet you. And I got the bartender at Artan’s House of Delight to announce when you are performing. He wants to see you, everyone does.’

‘I knew you would excel. Hiri, find out all you can about the Palace. If you can, find a way to sneak in.’

‘I will find away.’

‘Good. You have confidence, Traci, would you show Hiri how much I love him while I walk with Ciramir?’|

Traci met Hiri with a series of patterned kisses Miley taught her. Hiri is already incredibly hard, she helps him with his buckle, his cock springs up. She stroked his cock in sequence with her heartbeat. Her pussy is wet thinking about Miley. She is excited and her heart is pounding. She strokes and pulls in kind of a triumph. Showing her love with this dreamy cock. She grasps him thumbs up tugging, engorging the head. Miley has not shown her how to give a hand job but she knows how, but there is more than technique now, something extra, it is a bond. Traci covers his dick with gently kisses and licks. It is nice to have a cock again. She sucks Hiri feeling her passions flow.

Hiri is pleasantly stunned when Traci begins fondling him. He is already as excited as possible. He calms his breath as Traci soothes him. Miley is here, right over there talking to the Legate. What an ass! He can’t stop staring at Miley as Traci goes down on him full throttle.

Ciramir takes Miley to the House Tinare.

Hir Tinare’s is estate is directly across from the palace. It is large, built on the original structures of Tharbad. Hir Tinare is accompanied by his son, Ostomir who is a handsome specimen of Dunadain lineage. Tinare is old fashioned, he insists on ‘the old way.’ He has a daughter named Sabra.

‘Welcome Legate Ciramir! Ah! Will you introduce me to your lovely lady?’

‘With pleasure, Hir Tinare, this is Miley Cyrus, her beauty speaks for itself.’

Tinare examines her closely. ‘You were born in Arthedain, I can see your father in you. I have met him, you know, he has suitable military bearing for a King. You are Hannah missing for the last 13 years. Ciramir, why did you bring her here?’

‘This is a strictly personal visit, I returned to my fief and resigned from the diplomatic corps. I did not come as a Ambassador, but as a friend.’

‘Miley, Are you the missing Princess?’ Sabra exclaims.

‘Yes Sabra, I was Hannah, Princess of Arthedain, but my father tried to marry me off to Rhudar. I did want to live in Camith Brin as a hostage so my mother gave me a map to escape towards Rivendell, here you can see the map,’ while bending towards Tinare to give him the map her breast played a prominent role in her presentation. ‘At the Last Bridge my mother’s friend, Arwen befriended me.’

‘Remarkable! Ostomir, you must hear this.’

Sabra started to courtesy but Miley stops her with a gesture. Ostomir enters the room. Tinare stands up and Ciramir relaxes. Miley owns the room with her presence. Tinare believes she will be a good match for his son but wants her for himself. Ostomir gets hard. Sabra finds her intriguing, and wants to know her better. Ciramir listens to Miley attentively.

During dinner Miley learns the Tinare family has elven blood in their ancestry. The Tinare family has been a vassal of Cardolan at its creation as well as Hir Girithlin, another long blooded Dunadain noble line.

Tinare speaks candidly, he is a blunt and old fashioned man. ‘My boy Ostomir, is a young stud, but I am more suitable for a Princess. Why do you call yourself Miley when you are a Princess? Tell me more, you intrigue me, is it a lover? Did you runaway to a lover?’Sabra interjects. ‘Father!’‘Let her speak, she has been most courteous. And gracious,’ indicating to Miley,’ your Highness, I am an old man, I have never seen a runaway princess before, certainly not like you. I am intrigued.’

‘It’s ok Sabra, I don’t mind. Lord Tinare, I can tell you are a rake, did you have many conquests in bed to lead you to the conclusion mine must be a lover?’

Hir Tinare laughs heartily and boastfully claims to have bedded every wench in his fief.

‘Have you bedded such as this?’ Miley stood up and let her gown fall revealing all. Miley’s body is transformed in a second past the cosmetics, past the push up bodices, past Arthedain fashion, completely naked and making it fashion. She is adorned by a shimmering light playing on her skin. Her breasts are supple, Tinare longs to suck on them, when she turns to reveal her ass, Lord Tinare falls to his knees in fealty. Sabra gasps at her beauty and decides to follow Miley where ever she goes. Ostomir is dumbstruck by her profound sexiness.

Ciramir breaks the silence, ‘My friend Tinare, and you too, Sabra and Ostomir, you all know me. I would only withdraw my Ambassador position if I believed I was leaving for a higher purpose. She, I believe, is the feminine embodiment of Isildur. Gandalf the Wizard gave her a quest, I will follow it.’

‘Gandalf you say, that meddling wizard? Oh, he does favor Arthedain. I hear he sometimes goes to Bree. Of course, the wizard would be interested in a runaway Princess.’ Tinare replied.

‘Perhaps, Gandalf led me here because of the the abducted Cardolan Princess. I am told she is being held prisoner in the Palace. Do you know of her situation?’ Miley asks.

Lord Tinare is quick to explain, ‘Girithlin is a dog. He has been raiding my frontier for years. He is not man enough to earn his way to a Princess. My son is the obvious choice. But Ministran, that old fool, insisted she reach her majority, then she would decide. But it is time, she obviously can bear a new Canotar. Girithlin has taken her for himself. I don’t think he has violated her, but he intends to marry her soon. The Priests have already begun their ceremonies of preparation for the coronation.’

Miley and Sabra walk through the gardens. Sabra is a beautiful blonde too, she is taller than Miley, and has bigger breasts. She is not as fit as Miley, she spends her time healing instead of dancing and exercising. She has a good heart with little sexual experience. Sabra is intensely interested in Miley, she wants to know all about the elves.

Ostomir joins the ladies in the garden, he is tired of politics. He wants to see more of the of Miley’s ass and tits. He thinks of himself as a ladies man so wants to hit on Miley. After all, his blood is better than Ciramir’s. His father wants to him to marry in Cardolan, but Miley is sexier.

Instead of being smart, Ostomir tries to impress Miley with his status and power. That is like showing your hand to a seductress. ‘You have a great ass.’

Sabra is shocked at her brother. ‘Ostomir!’

Miley does have a great ass. Her pants are tailored to accent her derrière. She is aware of Ostomir’s every thought. ‘Her panties must be heaven. I wonder what she is wearing? I want to pull them down past her knees, I hope her pussy is shaved. I bet her pussy is tight. I want to turn her over face down ass up. I want get a good look at that ass. Her ass is perfect. I want to fuck her like an animal. I want to pound her tight asshole. I want to jizz while calling her ‘Slut’ while cumming on her asshole.’

‘It’s ok, Sabra. I can handle him.’

Foolishly and impetuously Ostomir touches Miley’s hand, The moment he touched her hand a jolt went through him, causing him to get harder, rock hard, he can barely contain it, he needs to readjust himself.

Miley toys with him, ‘You are sure of yourself aren’t you. Thank you for your attention.’

Cardolan men’s dining tunics are belted so do not cover Ostomir’s bulge. Miley gestures to the bulge his pants. ‘Impressive.’

Once again Sabra cries, ‘Ostomir!’

Ciramir arrives on the scene just in time to hear Sabra yell ‘Ostomir’ and see her cover her mouth. Miley is simply smiling like she is enjoying a joke. ‘Is everything alright here?’

‘I have the map.’ Ciramir adds.

‘Good, please give my regards to your Hir Tinare. Sabra, please accept this gift as a sign of our friendship. I can show you an elven spring teeming with life. It may have useful plants, or moss, who knows until we look. To help with your healing skills.

‘Miley! This is gorgeous! It is elven, I can see it in the craftsmanship. Look Ostomir a mithril necklace.’

Ostomir is still recovering from his embarrassment. He is relieved he did not cum, he nearly did. Ciramir did not seem to notice, which is a relief, but he will have to deal with his sister.

‘Ciramir, may I have a moment alone with Ostomir?’

‘As you desire, call me when you are ready, I will be near.’

Sabra retires to her rooms, and Ciramir returned to the study to collect Miley’s things.

Miley steps close to Ostomir, her movements are highly suggestive. She thrusts her breasts out proudly while raising her skirt and whisks her panties down around her ankles, tossing them with a flick of her feet to her hand. She hands them to Ostomir in a fluid motion. He is surprised, caught off guard, Miley leans into him, her tender breasts pressed into Ostomir’s chest, her lips on his cheek, caressing with tender sighs, echoing, reverberating in throaty whispers in contra alto and shrill whispers. Tremolos decrease, descend into vibrato, Glory!

Miley returns to the study where the men are talking about her. Aware, she leads with her breasts out into the room. Tinare nearly shouts, ‘marvelous!’

‘Hir Tinare, I am going to perform at the tournament grounds tomorrow. I hope I can convince you to come. I hope you like what you see. Your son is a fine man. Perhaps he could coordinate our interests?’

Ciramir and Miley retire to their quarters.

Ostomir is alone in his room with Miley’s panties. He handles them carefully. They are surprisingly light and delicate, they are lacy and smell so good. He raises her panty to his nose and sniffs deeply. He jacks off with her panties under his nose. ‘I masturbate for you Miley, for you, I want to cum for you and only you, you my goddess, I am bound to you like it or not. You were put here for purpose. Miley I love you, cum all over you, want your sweet pink asshole, I want to lick, pink and wet from my tongue, I would cum on your asshole, for you I love you, I want to cum on your sweet pink asshole. Ostomir spends the night delirious masturbating to Miley’s panties.

Miley is in the King’s Quarter surveilling the Palace. She is on a boulevard with statues and a park in the center that has a tournament area. She hides near a picnic area. She double checks to make sure she is unseen then pulls her pants down to her knees. She slides two knuckles of finger into her tight slit. She lets the sensations take over. She fingers herself, humping herself in thrusts imitating men jerking off. She is creamy and wet, aroused, her racy scent is alluring.

Miley casually sashays past Girithlin’s guards. She walks right by Girithlin’s gate guards with a touch to their cheeks and a flirty wink. They forget she is there.

She heads around back towards the kitchen and hides. A man opens the door, empties his bucket in the compost pit, then sits down for a smoke. Miley stays in the shadows quickly moving to the kitchen.

She heads out of the kitchen until she finds a stair up. She listens to the men, 4 at throne room, 10, downstairs in the keep, 4 sentries, and the girl. She can sense Niniel is close, just up two floors on the right. When no sentries were around she picked the lock to the Princesses room. Hannah is able to sense others auras. This is she can remain hidden, she can sense people around corners and through walls. She can also sense Niniel’s distress.

Miley whispers, ‘Princess?’

‘Yes, who is it, I can’t see you.’

Miley shows herself. Niniel exclaims, ‘My! You are beautiful! What are you doing here?’

‘I do not like men who force themselves self on women. I am Miley, I want to help you. Stay here.’

She heads out of Niniel’s bedroom until she finds a stair up. She hides in the hallway, listening to all the men in the main room.

When she gets to the doorway three men remained, Girithlin, and officers. Downstairs you could hear yelling. She thought it was wise to wait. She followed Girithlin to a counter where had a drink.

Girithlin is boasting of his conquests to 3 officers. ‘I’ve fucked more wenches than Tinare has soldiers.’ Girithlin goes to the bar where he drinks on the stool. He appears intent on drinking. Miley silently and stealthily climbs the spiral staircase up.

She enters Girithlin bedroom. The room is ornate, with wide window’s, blue curtains, framed with wooden arches, a large bed is in the center. The couches are succulent, a giant fireplace warms the stone room. Miley slips down to her panties and approaches his bed. She is gorgeous, a little tittie slut with no peer. She is wet already. Her thighs are moist, she exudes pussy.

She rubs her panties over her pussy mound, gently massaged it until it is nice and warm.She fingers herself intensely under her panties. Her moist pussy settles into the bed by diffusion. She slides her finger into her slit, what a relief! No pressure or commitments, just her, playing with herself, all is good.

She plays with herself, legs spread, thrusting her pelvis up upwards gripping her panties. A wet vertical indentation lines her lacy black thongs. She touches herself through her panties in a slow circular manner with little flicks of pressure. She continues to gently tease herself until she is wet enough for her vagina to open, ready for her finger. She centers on one finger circling her clit teasing her wetness around it, the other hand sliding into her tight slit.

She is so wet and sloppy she makes squishy sounds as she moans. She circles her clit until it is swollen, her vulva pink and puffy, creamy, slippery wet slit finger fucking herself in the in Girithlin’s bed. Circling her clit and rubbing it. Thrusting her finger then two into her tight slit progressively increasing the intensity of her orgasms in exquisite ecstasy, a bliss only she can attain. Her balance is set. The best of both worlds. She lay sprawling on the sheet saturated and satisfied.

Her pussy rules her life. It is the core of her being.

All she wants to play with herself, play with herself all day.

She places her pair of her delicate thong panties on his bed and hides behind the curtains.

Girithlin enters his bedroom, he is caught by surprise, it smells kind of like pussy. Then he saw it, something on his bed. He walks over to take a look and finds a pair of very expensive panties. Instinctively he picked them, to check their quality and sniffed. He is a dandy. He is vain and conceited but brilliant. He drunkenly passes out in his bed.

She slips into his bed gently knowing how to cuddle a man. She cuddled with him for some time, then maneuvered to his cock.

Miley gently raises his cock so she can wrap her lips around his hard cock.

Miley is sucking just the head of his dick like a baby to a nipple, natural. Girithlin’s cock begins to swell. Miley settled into a rhythmic lapping and sucking pattern stoking him hard. Miley whispers to Girithlin in echoes, reverberating in throaty whispers, harmonize caresses with tender sighs, the sky! Miley sings in contra alto and shrill whispers. Tremolos decrease, descend into vibrato, Glory!

Girithlin’s cock stands tall, he has a remarkable dick. Miley gets down on her knees in front of him. She licks his cock in long wet licks, his cock trembles, Miley swirled her tongue around it, tasting it, getting it wet. She gets it all slobbered up then wraps her lips around it going deep to suck down as far as she can, testing her limits, getting better and better. She engulfs his cock and moves her head up and down, bobbing her head on his dick.

Miley has several level for enchanting men. Ciramir she influences by suggestions. He simply complies without question. He is also very virile, satisfying her sexual needs. She inspires and motivates Hiri. Ostomir lusts for her. He is driven by his desire for her. Miley played with him for telling her she has a nice ass. Let him want it some more. Girithlin is another matter. He is ignoble. Her power over him is absolute. He is not capable of making the right decisions like Ciramir, Ostomir and Hiri.

Girithlin awakens with morning wood so jerks off to his dream of a marvelous creature. He is tugging his cock, still turned on from his dream. It feels so good to jack off. He gets harder, pumps faster, tugging harder, the panties! He searches his bed for the panties while frenetically jerking off. He spits on his hard swelling cock. The panties! Where are they! He finds them in the bed, pulls them up to his nose and sniffs the most wonderful sensation in the world, he explodes in orgasm.

Spent, he tries to figure out what is going on. He is nervous. The panties! He strides towards them again.

‘Wait!’ Miley commands. Girithlin stops and turns to the voice. ‘Girithlin, get dressed.’

He began to deliberately dress, he is a dandy so a effusively picky dresser.

‘Hurry.’

Girithlin hurriedly into his thigh length leather tunic. Nearby are his arms.

‘Girithlin, you are a vile man. A Princess is not to be forced against her will, do you understand me? Give me your sword, I will sheath it forever.’

‘Why no, I mean, yes, of course, I will kill any man who try’s to force a Princess against her will, I will kill them, who are you? I love you, I must have you. Take my sword, it is yours.’

‘Never mind about me. It is Princess Niniel who you forced, that is who you should be concerned about.’ As she takes his sword.

Miley moves around Girithlin in a step pattern then whisk, every moment seducing him with breasts showing through her blouse, and accenting her fine ass.

‘Oh! That is a mistake, I must rectify it. Will you forgive me? I have never known love before.’

‘Call your men, it is close to eight o’clock. Miley directs Girithlin to assemble his troops in the Throne Room leaving the Princess and Palace unguarded.

Ostomir and Ciramir preprepared the Tinare army and followed Miley’s direction to storm the Palace in the morning . ‘Ostomir, you must confront Girithlin, defend your lands, Girithlin conspired to take over your fief. Do not kill him, but remember, he wants what is yours.’

A few of Girithlin’s men were rapidly subdued, some running away.

They forced their way into the Palace meeting little resistance. Ostomir searched for Girithlin. But instead of finding a fight he found Girithlin and his officers unarmed an in apparent surrender to Miley.

Ciramir cautions Girithlin that whatever he says in the Throne Room is a vow according to Numenorian tradition.

Girithlin follows Miley to the Throne Room.. Miley suggests Girithlin explain his behavior to Ciramir. She stares down Girithlin who cowers in shame.

Miley asks Ciramir to get Princess Niniel.

Princess Niniel came down to the throne room at 8:00. She is dressed stately and appeared dignified under the circumstances. She addressed the audience, ‘Thank you for being here, your support does not go unnoticed. Girithlin abducted me and planned on forcing me to marry him, but was prevented from accomplishing the dastardly deed by Miley. She saved my life and apprehended Girithlin. Place Girithlin under arrest. His properties are forfeit,

Miley approaches the Princess, ‘Your Highness, thank you for this honor, I am just glad you were not hurt. I am so glad you are safe. I could only have done it with the help of Ostomir and Ciramir.’

‘Because of you. Ostomir you are a hero too, when no one was brave enough to confront Girithlin you did, you are the arms that restored the Throne. Thank you.’ And Ciramir, ever faithful, I thank you too. How did you meet? How did this all come about?’

Ciramir stepped forward, ‘Your Highness, I am no longer a Legate of Gondor. So I am free to act in my own interests. I vehemently agree that to take a Princess by force wrong and must be fought.’

Ostomir adds, ‘Girithlin has done you a great wrong. I only had the courage to attack because of my love for Miley.’

‘You love her?’

‘We all do, she is a descent of Isildur.

‘As am I, through Argeleb I, but I am the last of his line.’

Niniel is filled with curiosity about Miley. She has never seen some one so exuberant. So filled with such life. She is touched, in awe of the older woman who commands such respect. She has known Ciramir since she was a child growing up in this Palace. He has always been devoted to Gondor. And Ostomir, always being thrust on her by his father as a possible surer. Her puzzlement shows.

Miley interrupts her musing. ‘Princess Niniel, I have been under similar conditions but escaped before I was ‘betrothed.’ I fought him after he abducted me. That is why I took special interest in you. I know how afraid one cab be, at least. I was about your age when I ran away and was abducted.’

‘You are Princess Hannah from Arthedain?’

‘In some respects yes. I was Princess Hannah but now I am myself. Miley. Gandalf told me that I have a duty to Arnor, and if I am not willing to give through marriage then through other ways.’

‘You met the Wizard? He is more than a legend or myth? My father has told me stories but I thought that was all they were.’

‘Yes, he is real, and I am here because of him.

‘I don’t want to be alone.’

Miley assures her, ‘I am here.’ Niniel is already aroused.

Miley asks, ‘Ostomir, make sure the Palace is secure. Ciramir, please bring Hir Tinare and Traci. I think they should be here. I will stay with Niniel.’

‘Your Serene Highness… Miley, what have you done to me? Ostomir just blurts out all his cravings. Miley finds him quite noble too, Ciramir is serious all the time. He’s never once said ‘I want to fuck you’ and it felt good for her to hear it from Ostomir. Miley senses he will give her lots of sexual pleasure.

Ostomir placed his men in the Royal gates. Soon men began entering the Palace, first one or two at a time, until finally an entire platoon, from those who escaped Girithlin’s power grab.

Girithlin and his men are taken to the dungeon to stand trial. Miley stays with Niniel.

The Princess is in awe of Miley. While sitting near the sensitive virgin Miley’s aura enveloped hers. Niniel sensed the musk moistness generated by Miley’s pussy. It is new, but for a 16 year old girl, very alluring. Niniel gazes at Miley, fully looking at her for the first time. Before, when she was in danger her attention was devoted to her situation. Now she is free to stare and just take her in. Miley is gorgeous, she seems to sparkle, her movements are fluid and relaxing. Every movement seems intended to soothe, and her face twinkles like star light. She is everything she wished she could be and more. She is aroused and suddenly realizes why Ostomir and Ciramir love her.

Ciramir returns to the palace with Traci and Tinare.

Miley introduces Traci, ‘Traci, Niniel here is the Princess of Cardolan. The one that was abducted. Niniel, Traci is my apprentice, you will love her, I’m sure, as I do.’ Traci curtsies in the customary manner.

‘Traci, thank you, relax, no need for formalities, you are at home here. Miley rescued me, so any friend of hers is welcome here.’

‘Miley can do that!’ The two of them suddenly break into giggles, they form a connection and become friends. Traci’s big breasts are soothing too.

‘Princess Niniel, how are you holding up?’ Traci asks.

Niniel admits, ‘I am still overwhelmed by all this.’ Traci is about the same age as Niniel, she also seems confident and happy. Both of them are very appealing, she has never seen women expose their breasts so openly. They are barely covered at all. You can see Miley’s nipples through her fabric.

Niniel is captivated by Traci. She admires her freedom. Her whole life has been one of responsibility. She adores Traci for saying what she really thinks, a novel idea. She feels free too when she is with Traci. Miley is Royal in a way she cannot comprehend even though raised Royal. She is magical. It is easier to relate to the gentle Traci.

Traci helped Niniel disrobe, then led her to the bed. Traci began soft and slow, easing her into masturbating in a way which demonstrated she knew how, but inevitably Traci gives Niniel some good licking.

‘Oh Traci! I want you so bad!’

‘Let me show you the way of Saphos.’Ciramir takes Miley to the dungeon to see Girithlin. He is in chains, locked in his own dungeon. Each day he spends in chains he wasted away, love sick, if he could just smell her panties!

Miley stares down Girithlin who cowers in shame.

‘I will give you anything you desire, just please tell me your name. You are my life now, and I will never give you up.’

‘I know what you want. Show me. Let me see it.’

Girithlin exposes his hard cock. ‘All right, do it then, do you masturbate for me willingly, and offer me your cum?’

‘You don’t understand. I want to masturbate for your ass not to it. For it. I want to give my cum to you.’

‘Yes.’

Girithlin took his time, long languorous strokes, pulling on his cock hard and rhythmic, stroking with his eyes rolled up in his head, in a trance.

He masturbates with wild enthusiasm. ‘Only you! I love only you, only you!’

Girithlin is virtually a slave to his desires. Miley feeds off it. Her ‘feeding’ is usually subtle. She does not think of it as feeding at all, she thinks of it as energizing or satisfying. But by Girithlin committing his intent to masturbate for her exclusively, it is compounded.

Girithlin continues to pull on his cock. He loses control, jerking off as if possessed. His cock is so hard it is blue.

‘I am cumming for Miley!’

Miley watches in fascination. Waves of sexual pulses engulfed her, she caught in the connection Girithlin so desperately wants. ‘I am Miley.’

As she speaks Girithlin discharges a deluge of cum on Miley’s ass. Spunk pearls decorate her glorious ass. Hot cum dripping down her thigh.

Miley experiences a current run through her, Girithlin’s entire life force, masturbating eternally. The current snapped, she took possession. Girithlin is now a masturbating gooner. He lost all will.

Miley grows in power. He masturbates purposely, with intent, to jack of for her amusement. Yet she has no ill will, yet.

Girithlin masturbates wishing he could cum more often. He beats his meat at a frantic rate. Miley is a tittie goddess!

Ciramir, orders the guards to keep Girithlin in chains.

Miley ascends the throne with her comrades in attendance. The throne has comfortable seat in its center, it is made of white marble and jade, liberally sculptured according to the canons of Cardolan. Inlaid with great ivory, and overlaid it with pure gold, On each side of the seats are arm rests representing two golden Rams heads. The throne has six steps with a footstool of gold.

Miley is naked in for all her followers. Hiri sits on the bottom step. He is dressed in the finest of the palace’s closets. He feels proud to be dressed like a noble. He never imagined he would be sitting on the steps of a throne of a goddess like Miley. ‘When I picked up the lingerie the seamstress’ Serinde and Sara made for Miley they showed me their handiwork. I lingered over them, fondled them, I came when I realized Miley will wear them. That is when I knew her true power.’

Traci is on the second step. She also is dressed in court finery. Her superb large breasts jut out proudly. ‘I was practically living on the streets when Miley said ‘follow me’ and now I am living in a palace with beautiful people. She is better than a fairy tale, and Niniel is so sweet, I can’t be happier. I am living near a goddess.’

Ostomir kneels on the fourth step in full Tinare armor.

Ciramir kneels on the fifth step

Princess Niniel kneels on the golden foot stool.

Miley has the prettiest pussy in the land. Niniel stares at it in awe and love. Her vulva bulges out, her labia is nearly concealed. Niniel has to spread her open before she see pussy lips. It is tender and pink, and always wet. She has never seen another woman’s pussy. Niniel licks it enjoying the sensations sweeping over her. She licks Miley standing, spreading her from behind where she can lick her pretty pink asshole. Niniel becomes a little disoriented when gazing on her butthole, it is almost hypnotic. She fingers herself as she licks Miley.

Miley gazes down on the young Princess who is infatuated with her pussy. It is satisfying to have a young enthusiastic partner. Niniel is eager to please. She did not plan on Niniel being so susceptible to her her magic but accepted it. The die is cast. Miley is the Queen of the Land. With Niniel’s submission she became rightful heir. Miley rules without ruling.

Ostomir and Niniel are quickly married with the proper ceremony. He is a suitable partner for the Princess in the eyes of the populace. Niniel took her natural position in Tharbad society and Ostomir became Canotar. Traci stayed on as their companion. Niniel wants to know all the ways of Saphos.

The wedding of Ostomir and Niniel was a great public celebration. The populace was eager to see the new Canotar. The city was astir with rumors of the Arthedain Princess rumored to be involved somehow.

Ciramir became Miley’s Ambassador to Arthedain. He traveled to Fornost and gave the King Miley’s letter. Araphor told Ciramir that he would grant Tyrn Gorthad and Bree to Miley as, ‘Savior of the Mound of Princess’.

Niniel and Traci are so much in love they have little care, only interested in each other. They spend their time in her bedchamber making love. Traci teaches Niniel the fine art of Saphos. Niniel finds Traci’s big breasts fascinating. She sucks on them like a child, content.

A stage is set up in the jousting tournament area for a concert.

Hiri hires the catering to Miley’s specifications for the event. Hiri wonders how Miley got mithril pieces. He has only heard of them, yet she freely handed him one, and an gold entire pouch. Things seem to be going his way. All the tables are covered with quality food and drink. Beef, lamb, sea food, spiced vegetables, fruits and freshly brewed beer. All Hiri’s contacts announce the show all day.

Miley enters the stage tits out. The audience pauses but those who remember her from the Gondorian spa event shout out, ‘Miley! Miley!

The crowd celebrates as Miley does. Their roar of ‘Miley! ‘Miley!’ overpowers her voice making it hard to hear, but her dance enthralls them. She ambles down through the audience, strolling enticingly. Her auric field expands into the crowd’s. Her aura is much stronger than those near her so overpowers them. All are in awe of her. When she sees someone she likes she says ‘Follow me.’

Ciramir watches as Miley gracefully navigates the throng around her. She moves fluidly through the crowd, orange and red — fueled by the sunlight. She sparkles. She is dawn, a brilliant white disc rising out of the crowd. Orange sparks burst from her, further out yellow sparks then shades of blue. The crowd’s border swells — a beast on the prowl. I can hear it howl! She is above us, at zenith to the densest part of the crowd. She is a dervish casting spells — Venus on a half shell!

She is the center of the crowd. She emanates light, I see it! I am pulled into orbit around her, circling in her phosphorescence. She glows! Closer and closer until I am in her atmosphere of light.

The thrill of eternal life! I enter, I have eternal life! The music surrounds me. It fills all the holes. It is me, Holy! Holy! Holy! I am part of this. Original blue and white light springs outward. Sound, blue and white — all occupy the same space.

The crowd and Miley’s auric field become one, blossoming into fruitful orgasms.

Hiri stands in amazement at the situation unfolding around him. Miley is dancing exquisitely, she is moving through the crowd exciting the audience into multiple orgasms. He watches the armies of the Princess and lords giving up their posts to fuck freely and uninhibitedly. Thousands of soldiers have left there ranks to find appealing women who want to suck their dicks. There must be tens of thousands of people having sex at the concert. The venue is filled with an orgiastic enthusiasm. Men are spurting their cum and women are writhing in orgasm.

Hiri notes that Ciramir appears enraptured, he is hard, his bulge is obvious. He slowly walks towards towards Miley unconsciously rubbing his cock. Ostomir is fucking Traci, ramming his hard cock into her tight teen pussy. He can see she is cumming by her expression and the white secretions coating Ostomir’s dick. Hiri is fascinated watching Ostomir’s hard cock sliding into Traci’s receptive and gripping pussy. Her wetness drips off Ostomir’s dick. Ostomir and Ciramir are no different than him or anyone else in the audience, they are all equally under Miley’s spell.

The entire tournament arena is filled with people having uninhibited sex. Miley is on the stage bent over shaking her ass. Although wild and chaotic revelers are having sex openly in public nobody touches Miley. Ciramir watches as men spurt streams of cum on the stage quickly to be sucked by a willing woman. Ostomir fucks Traci as her eyes roll back in her head, in a trance.

Hiri navigates towards the the throng of naked people surrounding Miley. He sees the Royal Guard thrusting their spears into into noble women and the Princess, breasts bare, watching Miley in in a reverent attitude. Miley is is a divine, erotic sigil in the flesh, for the world to see.

When Miley’s first note plummeted into her heart she knew. Princess Niniel knew that her song is calling her. She does not know how time elapsed, she was in her revising stand and now she is here. Miley stands over her in an enigmatic dance which enthralls her. Her song is a blur, a pulse, it moves her.

She looks around. The scene is incomprehensible to her. Thousand of people are engaged in intimate acts. Clothes are strewn on the ground through the arena. People are mating on the lawn. She sees the first few row filled with men with their penises out, hard and stroking, women help them by stroking or kissing them. There are an equal amount of women sucking on the men. She sees a man spurt his cum towards the stage. She is transfixed by the white seminal fluids, life, taking shape and discharging it’s flight towards Miley.

She turns and sees Hiri, Miley’s friend. She burns, she know what she must do.

Hiri can’t believe it. Princess Niniel is sucking his dick and doing it with skill. Her eyes unfocused. He thrusts his pelvis forward and rocks his cock back and forth into the Princesses mouth to Miley’s beat.

The entire area a is consumed in sexual energy. Cattitude takes over.

Miley spreads her creamy ass for Ciramir. Her ass is all he lives for. He pretends that her affairs are important and takes pride in his accomplishments but all he cares for is her incredible ass. He dreams of her and all he does is for her. He worships her. The duties of a nobleman are clear so he discharges the daily workings of Miley’s interests all the while thinking only of her ass. From the first time he saw her in the spa park, stretching her legs, when she bent over the curves of her cheeks and the suppleness of her ass astonished him. That ass.

Miley admires Ciramir’s hard cock. He is quite a man. He is honest, good and true. The quality she admires most is his reserve. He stores up his libido by performing his duty to Miley. This ‘tension’ is stored in his muscles. Miley admires his chiseled physique as she wraps her lips around his hard cock. Sucking his cock is like drinking from the fountain of youth. She absorbs the life, the burning energy, brings back memories of the young Hannah.

Hannah stripped off her clothes until she was naked. She laid down a blanket for comfort, then played with herself. It has been so long since she just lay back and leisurely masturbated. She runs her fingers onto her pussy mound, gently massaged it until it is nice and warm. Then she slid her finger into her slit, what a relief! No pressure, just her, playing with herself, all is good. She lay sprawling on the blanket, her pussy saturated and satisfied. The breezes touch her with delightful cooling sensations. Sensation is the key, always remember that.

She laps on his hard cock with her long curling tongue. Saliva drips down her lips as she lowers her them down his shaft. Wide of girth and tall like a mast, magnificent with it glistening glans. It tastes purer than honey and sweeter.

Miley strides through the arena completely naked. Her delicate cheeks curve like soft twin crescent moons. Orange and red light radiates from her, drawn from the aura of ejaculate. Life abounds in the cum covered arena. Pussy juice drips down women’s legs towards the floor. Fertile and energized, the aura of sex covers the arena as Miley glides in a lubricated stride through the coupling masses.

A haze covers the city in an aurora borealis. Static electricity casts sparks as people fuck under the musky haze. Images of Miley’s titties fill the minds of the crowd.

The crowd spontaneously erupts into, ‘Miley! Miley! Miley!’ Martial horns sound tattoo, troops assemble, people slowly dress, and the fires expand into a pyre.

It is twilight in the arena; settled mists capture light — Miley darts through it to the fire. Drums pound, her gait, her heartbeat, her breath, quickens as she nears the pyre. Dawn. Warriors shout declarations, old crones shout prophecies, and vows. She begins her caper. Undulate, prostrate, implore. She frees herself from fleshy form, whirls near the flames. Her body writhes, few earthly ties. Goddess! Miley!

Tharbad becomes one mind, Miley.

Miley licks Sabra’s lithe thighs leaving wet kisses.

A knew realm has begun.

Miley, although in essence is in control, she grows more and more bored of it as time advances. At first, a free expression of freedom through sexuality was exciting and rewarding but became commonplace over the years. The parties were less fun. Dressing up in a dazzling dispatch of her beauty became repetitive instead of thrilling. What thrilled her was not what thrilled the common person. Simply walking by and seeing Miley might thrill most people. Just seeing her is an event. Everywhere she goes she is an event in process for everyone else.

As a result she became more private, she let the drama of a tittie goddess swell around Tharbad, let the illusion continue, let everyone react to the thought of her, play out their fantasies. But this illusion of happiness and sexual fulfillment was hollow. Other than helping people enjoy more and better sex, and having a celebrated tittie girl in their city, everyone focused on was Miley.

Miley spent more time in Ost-in-Edhil than Tharbad. Niniel and Ostomir had a kingdom to lead to keep them occupied. Traci attends Miley in the Elven mansion. Ciramir is her loyal body guard. Between the two Miley is sexually satisfied. Traci is a Adept in the Sapphic arts and a Ciramir sports good wood. Miley began her introspection when she realized the price she paid for fame was to be no longer connected.

She used to be young, but she skipped most of that, or the time she would have been young she was in the Elven Realm, thereby eternal. She woke up 30 years old, and became a queen, more or less. All this time she has called herself Miley. Not only because she was Smiley, but because she separated herself from Hannah. Partly out of anger at her father but also because she was in kind of self denial.

She found herself leisurely flicking her bean remembering her her life as Hannah. She brought all her magical items with her to Ost-in-Edhil. With her armor from Telpëmár and Sulring her intelligent slaying sword, and gems forged by the Noldor elves for the men of the First War with Sauron, the Edwin, the First Men, which increase her health and vitality. She is a formidable magical foe. She is careful to conceal her jewelry, and careful to not display her wealth.

For years she has been practically shouting out, ‘notice me’ but now is seeking solace in silence, alone, looking inside herself. Traci has moved into middle age, she is short lived Northman, blond with gig titties. Niniel and Ostomir are fully adult, Ostomir is 45, Niniel, 33. Ciramir has a touch of gray, he is in his 90’s. Miley gas not changed one bit. As a matter of fact she has learned to appear younger. She can bring back her youth.

Miley has happened onto a very unusual, combination of her natural magical energies and the magic of her items, her necklace and ring especially. Combined with the ring of power Elenya and the ancient long lived Edwin magic gave her eternal youth. Through only short periods of time, a few week she can be 16 again, even younger if she wanted.

In her magical chambers at Ost-in-Edhil she experimented with her age and looks. She can make herself look any appearance. Even invisible. The unusual aspect to Miley’s situation is that it is not illusion. If another magic user, even someone like Gandalf, were to try to perceive her magical properties, they would fail. Miley’s changes are real, not merely illusions. ‘This is my body, I am Miley, I can be what I want to.’ Her body is transubstantiated, spirit becomes flesh. Though she appears the same to our human faculties, she is actually a goddess. Miley is a young tittie goddess as she chooses to be.