Gandalf and Tyrael Nornorin (A Fantasy) Part 1

“So, little She-Elf, let’s see what you are hiding under here.” As he says this, the orc grasps my silken gown at the neckline and pulls. The flimsy material rips easily and he tears it open. The four orcs behind him jeer as it is revealed that I am naked underneath save for a tiny pair of lacy panties that barely covers my pussy mound. My arms pulled back, tied behind a tree trunk, make my exposed breasts jut out. “Pay her back for what she did”, cries one. “Cut her good Yagrhat”, says another. The dead orcs on the ground show that I was not so easily taken before I was overwhelmed by their numbers. “All in good time”, says the leader, “But first, let’s try another kind of fun.” To more cheers from his group, he loosens his britches and uncovers his hard erect member. I struggle against my bonds and aim a kick at him. “Oh-oh, still got some fight in you hey? Hold her legs boys, nice and open.” Two orcs run forward and, grasping my ankles, pull my legs wide apart. The others close in on either side. Yagrhat kneels in front of me. He unsheathes a dagger and slices through my panties. He tears the hole wider displaying my labia. “I’ve often wondered what one of these tasted like.” He tongue darts out. I can feel his foul breath on my pussy lips. I close my eyes and steel myself for the coming violation. Suddenly there’s a commotion; a loud bang, a blinding flash, and screams of terror. Then all goes quiet. When the brightness fades, I can see the orcs are all dead and standing amidst the carnage, bloody sword in hand, an old bearded man with a pointy hat and a staff. It’s you, ‘Gandalf the Grey‘ or Mithrandir to my people. Shocked as I am by everything that has just happened, I can’t help but notice how you seem to scrutinize every detail of the scene in front of you. Me, standing, bound to a tree, gown wide open, panties torn, totally exposed to your gaze.
“Are you unhurt? I think I came just in time”, you say. “No, I’m not hurt. I’m alright. Thank you Mithrandir, thank you”, I manage to say. We stand silent for a moment. I am uncomfortably conscious that my breasts are fully naked. A fact about which you seem to be all too aware. Suddenly you tear your eyes away and move out of my sight. You speak from behind the tree as you unfasten the rope around my wrists. “So, you know who I am?” “Of course, all elves know of Mithrandir.” “Yes indeed”, you say re-emerging, “But please, call me Gandalf, I prefer that.” “Yes Gandalf”, I say, as I clutch my torn robe about me attempting to restore my modesty. “My name is Tyrael Nornorin ”. After cleaning your sword of orc blood, you sheathe it and look around. “Well, I have to say My Lady Tyrael, you gave a pretty good account of yourself before you were overwhelmed”, you indicate the orcs who had fallen to my blade. “Yes, but I should never have been taken off guard the way I was”, I spit out, angry with myself. I stride towards my palfrey which is tethered nearby. I take down my saddlebag and pull some clothing from inside. It’s only a short shift but it will have to do. Luckily I’d taken it off earlier to enjoy the warmth of sun, or it would have been destroyed along with my gown. With my back towards you, I shrug off my tattered dress. Too late I realise that the shift is inside out and for a few moments I have to stand in just my panties as I reverse it and slip it over my head. Turning I see you retrieving my sword from a dead orc. So I had changed unseen. You come towards me smiling. As you advance I can see the front of your robe is slightly protruding. Something is waggling about underneath as you walk. Maybe you had been watching after all. You hand me my blade. “Nothing created by Eru Ilúvatar surpasses the beauty of elven-folk, and you are a fine example my dear.” I blush. “There was also this”, you hand me my silver chain girdle belt. I fasten it around my hips. The effect is to make my shift even shorter. It now barely covers my ass. I am acutely aware of your eyes on me. It makes me tingle. The heightened emotion of the instance has made me aroused. I can feel my vagina moistening. Your appearance may be that of an old man but I can sense virile masculinity. I lean forward and kiss you, “Thank you again”, I whisper. I feel your erection press into my tummy.
I walk back towards my horse deliberately swaying my hips in an exaggerated fashion. My saddlebag is lying on top of a large smooth rock. I bend over and start to put my things in order knowing that my ripped panties do not cover my pussy, which is completely visible to you. I sense you come up behind me. You put a hand on my bottom. I jump involuntarily at your touch, but I don’t move. “Oh that’s so nice, such a firm shapely bottom”. I place my hands on the rock to steady myself. Encouraged by my stillness, your hand roams all over my ass; then you slip it between my cheeks to explore my slit. Your fingers find my clitoris. It is swollen and firm. A spontaneous “Ooo” escapes my lips as you rub my little fleshy button. “Mmm”, I sigh as I feel you part my pussy lips to expose my pink inner folds slick with my juice. I hear a sharp intake of breath. “Oh my dear, how tempting, with your permission, I really must taste you”. You withdraw your hand. I stay in position and look over my shoulder. I see you take off you tall pointy hat and unbuckle your sword, both of which you lay down on the ground along with your staff. I lay across the rock, my upturned ass raised high, offering myself up to you like a female in heat. Dropping to your knees, you place your head between my thighs. Using both hands, you once again open me up to your gaze. I feel your tongue lap at my flesh as you explore my shiny pinkness. Oh it feels so nice. I squirm as you lick and suck, hungrily eating me, greedily drinking the copious juices which flow from my vagina. I moan with pleasure. Minutes pass. Your probing tongue and lips savour every inch of my gash and intimate passages. At last, satiated, you stand, and I hear a rustle as you raise the front of your robe. Coming behind me again, you lay the length of your throbbing member on my buttocks. I feel your balls touch my pussy lips. You slap your cock a few times on my bottom making the springy flesh quiver. Then you bring the tip of your cock to my slit and move it to and fro along the stretch of my groove. “Oooo, don’t toy with me Gandalf, please”, I whimper, “I need you inside me”. Your bulbous head parts my pussy lips and you enter me. Slowly you push your hard cock deeper and deeper into my sopping hole until you are right up in my belly. You are so long, so thick, so hard.
I let out a sigh. My pussy walls mould to your shaft, gripping you. I can feel the tip of your cock press against my cervix. I crave the gentle friction of you moving up and down my channel. You haven’t moved. You stay still, teasing me, letting my desire build. I push backwards in a wordless appeal for you to thrust into me. My passion is rising to a crescendo. I bite my lip. I feel I want to scream. “Gandalf”, I moan, “Please”. Slowly you withdraw a little then push back in. Oh that moment feels so good. My nerves, highly-strung with sexual tension, finally overwhelm me; I let out a squeal and my legs buckle. You put your hands on the small of my back and start slowly and rhythmically to move in and out