Archive-name: Bestial/rohanbrd.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Rohan Bride WARNING: If the idea of women performing oral sex on horses offends you, or if you are a really fanatical Tolkien fan, read no further!! You have been warned!!! Because herein it is explained exactly what Boromir meant when he said that the people of Rohan "love their horses next to their kin." ;-) "And do you, Eomer, take Lothiriel as your wife and queen of your people?" The young rider, dressed in full battle regalia, drew himself up proudly and faced the priest of Araw. "I do." The old priest smiled. "Therefore now, with the Valar as witness, I pronounce you man and wife, King and Queen." He nodded toward the veiled woman who stood next to Eomer. "You may now kiss the bride." The King leaned over and drew back the veil, revealing a proud, beautiful face, pale white skin framed with jet black tresses. Eomer held her in his arms and kissed her deeply, and the guests burst into applause. Many of the valiant fighters from all over the Riddermark were assembled there in the courtyard of Meduseld, to witness the wedding. There was some lingering apprehension at the prospect of having a foreign-born Queen. But this had happened before, and the royal line had, if anything, grown stronger. In any case, the next part of the ceremony would show whether or not she was worthy of the throne. The priest raised his arms, and the cheers died down. "Now there remains only the final rite, the Rite of the Steed. Are you ready, Your Highness?" Lothiriel nodded. "Bridesmaids, prepare her!" shouted the priest. Lothiriel knelt as the young women gathered and began to remove the bridal garments from her curvacious body. The priest began to recite the long tradition of the Rite of the Steed. Lothiriel did not pay much attention, having heard it before: how the Rite was a symbol of the link between the people of Rohan and their beloved horses. The Rite ensured that the Rohirrim would increase with each generation, for a bride who passed it would surely be a lusty woman, and the union would bring many children. The Rite created a special symbolic bond between the warrior, his bride, and his steed of war. And in the case of a royal wedding, the Rite renewed the link between the ruling family and the Mearas, the great horses descended from Felarof. Of course, the priest didn't mention the primary reason for the Rite of the Steed: it was a great excuse for a group of men to get together and watch a woman suck a horse's cock. She continued to listen to the priest drone on as Eowyn, the chief bridesmaid and Lothiriel's new sister-in-law, bent down with a smile and pulled off the last layer of the white lacy gown. A low murmur of approval ran through the crowd as Lothiriel's full, round breasts came into view. It was always a favorable omen for the Queen to have an ample bust, the better to nourish a strong future King. Indeed, the skalds had long recounted how the borders of Rohan had shrunk or grown to mirror the size of the breasts of the previous Queen. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Eowyn glance over them and lick her lips. Ordinarily Lothiriel would have been shocked, but after many conversations with her husband's sister, she doubted the wanton shield-maiden could do or say anything to surprise her. Indeed, it was mostly because of Eowyn that she felt so at ease about the Rite. Eowyn had brought up the subject, and when Lothiriel had expressed doubts about it, Eowyn had led her down to the stable and demonstrated it for her. She had knelt underneath Windfola, her war-stallion, and sucked his immense penis. At first Lothiriel had been repelled, but as she watched Eowyn's obvious enjoyment her opinion changed. By the time Windfola spewed his seed all over his mistress' face and chest, Lothiriel had been barely able to keep from joining her, so badly did she want to taste the hot horse-semen. But she could not; Eowyn had already explained that it was not proper for a married or betrothed woman to do that except with her husband's mount. But then, Lothiriel doubted very much if her sister-in-law cared much about what was "proper." From their talks together she knew that Windfola was definitely not the only male to feel Eowyn's mouth on his penis. For one, she knew that Firefoot, Eomer's steed, would not be experiencing something new during the Rite. Nor would Eomer, later that evening. Also, part of the reason the late Grima Wormtongue had lusted after Eowyn was that he had seen why old Theoden called her "dearer than daughter." She had told Lothiriel how she had convinced Elfhelm the Marshall to permit her to ride to break the Siege of Gondor. And, of course, there was the was the halfling (what was his name?) in the Houses of Healing at Minas Tirith. "He was tall where it counted," Eowyn had said, licking her lips. "But for some reason, he always wanted to smoke that disgusting pipeweed afterwards." "Bring in the Royal Steed!" shouted the priest. Eomer's squires led his black stallion, Firefoot, into the circle of guests. The priest and the bridesmaids moved aside as the young men brought the great beast up to Lothiriel and maneuvered it so that it stood, towering, over the kneeling Queen-to-be. For a minute or so she could only stare, awed, at the enormous penis in front of her. It was at least two feet long! And it was growing -- Firefoot apparently had some idea what was going to happen, and he was standing quietly, waiting. Lothiriel smiled and stroked the huge cock, hoping she would be as skilled as Eowyn. Lothiriel tried to wrap her hands around the part of the horse's penis that had extended from the sheath, but her delicate hands could not encircle the thick shaft. The began rubbing and stroking it, her mouth hanging open just a little. Firefoot snorted. His penis continued to grow in her hands, reaching over a yard long. Her dark eyes wide, Lothiriel continued to stroke the shaft as she moved her lips up towards the head. She pressed them against the glistening bead of pre-cum that had oozed from the tip of Firefoot's penis, then licked it off. She started running her tongue all over the black-skinned horse cock, concentrating on the glans for the most part. Whenever a few drops of liquid had gathered she lapped them up. Then she pursed her lips and placed them on the hole, and started taking the huge fist-sized head into her mouth. At least, she made a good effort. Eowyn had told her that it took a lot of practice, and not to expect to get it in on the first try. Still, Firefoot's snorts sounded like those of enjoyment. She continued sucking, opening her jaw as wide as she could, while she licked the underside of the glans and stroked the horse's enormous shaft. Firefoot whinnied and pawed the ground again. Deciding to try something different, Lothiriel moved up and nestled the wet glans between her breasts. An astonished murmur swept through the crowd, along with scattered applause, as she slid Firefoot's cock-head through her cleavage. She wondered if the horse liked it better -- this was something she knew Eowyn couldn't have done. Lothiriel watched, mesmerized, as the glans moved closer, then back, again and again, as it plowed through the valley between her breasts. Suddenly she heard someone near her clear his throat, and saw the priest standing above her. "Er, begging your pardon, Your Majesty," the priest said, "but... I'm not sure if this is a proper act for the Rite." Lothiriel looked up at him with a questioning look as she continued to rub Firefoot's cock-head with her cleavage. "What do you mean?" she asked, not breaking her stride. The priest hesitated for a moment. "Tradition requires the use of the mouth or the hands, Your Majesty." Lothiriel smiled and changed back to her earlier position, eliciting both applause and groans of disappointment from the crowd of guests. By now Firefoot was very near his climax. Pre-cum trickled freely out onto Lothiriel's tongue as she licked and slurped at the horse's glans. She stroked vigorously on the shaft, her open mouth just in front of the bobbing cock-head. Then Firefoot whinnied one last time and his penis began to jerk hard in Lothiriel's grip. She had the horse-cock aimed well; the first gush of the stallion's semen landed mostly in her mouth. Some splattered over her cheeks. But the shock of it made her grip falter and the next glob of hot seed hit her squarely in the chin. Closing her eyes Lothiriel directed the cock towards her face again, and the next load splashed across her cheek and down over her overflowing mouth. She kept on stroking Firefoot's spasming cock it pumped huge streams of hot horse-seed all over her face, in her hair, on the ground, and all over her heaving breasts. By the time the horse was spent he had covered most of her upper body with sperm. The squires now led the horse away as the priest walked over and looked down at Lothiriel. She opened her mouth wide; it was completely full of Firefoot's semen. The priest nodded. Lothiriel closed her mouth and swallowed the mouthful of warm, gooey horse-cum with a loud, liquid gulp. The guests started to applaud again as the priest took her arm and helped her to her feet. Lothiriel stood before the wedding-guests, most of them now her subjects. Most of her body glistened with a slick coating of horse-semen. It oozed and dripped off of her face and breasts, some of it running down her belly and her legs. She smiled and licked it from her lips as the priest turned to the assembly and shouted in a loud voice. "People of Rohan, behold your new Queen!" ***************************************************************** Praise and constructive criticism will be responded to. Flames will go to the great bit bucket in the sky, so save yourself the trouble. If this one is well received, the next one will deal with one of the episodes only hinted at: "Elladan and Elrohir were out on errantry: for they rode often far afield with the Rangers of the North, forgetting never their mother's torment in the dens of the orcs." For those of you who don't recognize the names (and to give proper credit to, believe it or not, one of my favorite authors), most of the above characters and names are from J.R.R. Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings. This is just a parody; I am not attempting to imply that these are officialy sanctioned "extensions" of the novels, though I doubt anyone with even half a brain would be fooled! :-) --