Nuclear Joestar Over heaven

You pull on his long dark locks to look at his face and he growls.

Such a rush to have the  High King of the Noldor in Middle-earth  right there, in between your spread legs, nose brushing on your clit, tongue fucking you with a hungry despair.

He didn't look so royal like that. 

His golden crown was by your side, over the sumptuous stone table where you had dinner a couple hours before with the finest among middle-earth royalty. Now, that table was your support for him to eat you out like you were his dessert.

You had been so well-behaved.  Such a good girl. You didn't tease him at the dinner. You didn't make him hard on purpose when you were among the guests. You didn't take him to a corner to suck him off real fast in between dishes only because you were so needy of him. No, you were a very good girl for him. Just like he asked you to.

Last time you misbehaved, he taught you a lesson.

He didn't let you cum for days.

You were so sad. A sad sad girl. So needy.

Well, it appears that he was very fucking needy too. He can't let go of your legs, holding you tight, teeth grazing your clit and making you almost lift your ass from the table, but he holds you freaking tight, pressed in between the cold stone and his lewd hungry tongue. 

You want to ask him to let you cum. You really want to.  But you don't want to be a brat and lose your reward again. Your legs start to shake and you breathe deep to hold the peak from unleashing. But he is in a good mood. He looks at you and he sees it all: your mouth open, your eyes almost shut, looking at him through heavy lids, your elaborated breath...

Then you hear the words you wanted the most:

- Cum for me, my darling. Let go. It is an order.

You bite your lip to prevent a scream from falling from your raw lips, but you are not completely successful because your moans are so fucking loud. He guides you through your orgasm with his fingers buried to the knuckle on your pussy, kitten-licking your clit. You barely finish and come again, a shorter but delicious high that leaves you all worn out over the fancy dinner table.

Gil-galad gets up, with a smirk on his swollen and wet lips. You gather your breath, but you want to kiss him so much, so you hold his face and do it. He tastes like you, and mead. But soon he breaks the kiss, pulls his pants down and shoves his girthy cock on your cunt.

You kinda cry, cock-dumb, as he fucks you senseless, the wet lewd noises filling the tepid air of the woods. He pants, says dirty dirty things to you:

- Do you want my cum, darling? Do you like to have your hole filled with your King's cum?

You just try to speak... It's pretty pathetic.

- Yes... I love to be full of your cum... My King...

And that's it. He just adores it when you call him your King. He cums loudly, kneading your thighs, bruising your skin, biting your shoulder. He fills you up, then he pulls off, gathers his cum in his finger and feeds you his seed.

- Here, my darling.

You suck. 

You just love it. You adore it.