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Geschreven door: Unknown Categorie: Fantasie Label(s): Fan fiction, Geschreven door vrouwen, Rape "Fool of a man," Boromir muttered under his breath, his horse galloping tirelessly down the moonlit dirt path. He could feel the warmth of the stolen elvish night against his skin, a stark contrast to the cold steel of his sword at his side. The night was eerily calm, the only sounds being the thunderous hooves and the occasional rustle of leaves as the wind played its ghostly tune through the trees. As the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, painting the sky with a bloody hue, Boromir's pulse quickened. He had been riding since the darkest part of the night, fleeing from the wrath of Aragorn and the elves of Rivendell. The memory of Arwen's screams and her desperate struggles played like a taunting melody in his head. He had taken what he wanted from her, claimed her purity in a brutal display of power, and now he feared the consequences. The dirt road grew steeper as he descended from the mountainous region, his horse's breath coming in ragged gasps. Boromir's eyes darted to and from, searching for any sign of pursuit. His hand clutched the reins so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his heart pounding in his chest like the war drums of Mordor. His mind raced with thoughts of capture, of the pain that would surely follow if Aragorn or the elves caught up with him. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, causing Boromir's horse to rear in surprise. A beautiful elf maiden with hair as dark as the night sky looked up at him with wide, terrified eyes. Her ample breasts heaved with fear as she tried to shield herself behind a muscular elf male, who stepped forward with a cautious smile, hand outstretched in greeting. Boromir's instincts took over, and he leaped from his horse, sword flashing in the early light. The elf male barely had time to react before Boromir's blade sliced through the air, cleaving into his chest with a sickening crunch. The elf fell backward, a look of shock frozen on his face, as Boromir yanked the terrified female into the ditch beside the path. Her screams pierced the quiet morning as Boromir's lustful rage boiled over. He ripped away her clothing, revealing her flawless milky skin. The elf's fearful whimpers fueled his sadistic desire, and he forced her onto her back, pinning her wrists to the ground above her head. Her eyes filled with tears as Boromir's rough hands grabbed her breasts, kneading them brutally. He brought his mouth down to her neck, biting hard enough to leave a bruise as he whispered, "You will feel the wrath of a man, elf-whore." He pulled at her panties, tearing the delicate fabric with a vicious growl, exposing her pink, trembling sex to the cold morning air. Ignoring her pleas, he positioned his engorged cock between her breasts, squeezing them together as he began to fuck her chest. The elf maiden's cries grew louder, and she bucked her hips in a futile attempt to escape his merciless grip. Boromir's eyes gleamed with a twisted pleasure as he watched her struggle, his thrusts growing more violent with each passing moment. With a sudden, brutal yank, he pulled out of her cleavage and slammed into her wet pussy. The elf screamed in agony as he ravaged her, driving deep and fast, his hips slapping against her soft flesh. He reveled in her pain, feeling his own power and dominance over this creature of unearthly beauty. Her legs trembled and quivered around his waist as she tried to push him away, but his strength was too much for her. Her nails dug into his back, leaving deep, red lines as she sobbed and begged for mercy. But Boromir was deaf to her pleas, lost in the frenzy of his own desire. He pounded into her without restraint, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. The smell of their mingled sweat and her arousal filled the air, a perverse symphony to his ears. With a snarl, he withdrew from her pussy and flipped her onto her stomach, pushing her face into the cold, hard earth. He positioned himself behind her, admiring the way her body quivered with fear and revulsion. With a sadistic grin, he thrust into her tight asshole, feeling it stretch and give way to his thick, pulsating cock. The elf's screams grew muffled, her cries for help smothered by the ground beneath her. The sound of her agonized whimpers only served to excite Boromir further, and he pumped into her with an animalistic ferocity. The elf's body jerked and spasmed with each thrust, her nails digging deep into the dirt as she tried to escape the pain. But there was no escape, not from Boromir's iron grip, not from his merciless invasion of her most private sanctum. Her body tightened around him as she fought back the waves of pain and humiliation, but he was relentless, pushing deeper, harder, until he felt her walls begin to give way. With a grunt of triumph, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back. "Look at me," he demanded, his voice thick with lust. "Look at the face of the man who's defiling you!" Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stared up at him, her eyes a mix of anger, fear, and despair. Boromir's hand found her throat, squeezing just enough to cut off her air as he pulled out of her ass and rammed his cock back into her mouth. "Take it," he grunted, pushing his balls against her chin. "Take it all." She choked and gagged as he forced himself down her throat, his grip on her hair tightening as he held her in place. Her eyes watered and she gagged, trying to breathe around his thick shaft, her throat burning from the assault. Boromir's hips bucked wildly, his climax approaching, and with a final, savage thrust, he came, filling her mouth with his hot, sticky seed. He pulled out and watched with a twisted smile as she coughed and sputtered, her mouth and face coated in his cum. The elf maiden lay there, shaking uncontrollably, her dignity shattered. Boromir stood, his own body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He looked down at her with a cold, detached gaze, feeling nothing but contempt. He wiped his blood-stained sword clean on her discarded clothing before remounting his horse. With one last, contemptuous glance, he spurred the animal onward, leaving her sobbing in the dirt. As the sun began to peek over the treetops, Aragorn and his company of elves crested the hill. The air was still, the only sound the mournful calls of early morning birds. Elrond's sharp gaze fell upon the scene below: a lifeless elf male sprawled across the path, and a few feet away, the crumpled form of a female elf, naked and trembling. The sight of the girl, her body marred by the brutal signs of rape, filled them with a rage that burned colder than the heart of Mount Doom. Misschien vind je een van de onderstaande verhalen leuk: Breakthrough 1 - My nephew(21 minuten)Fictie - Geschreven door vrouwen, Incest, Maagd, Male / Older Female, Oral Sex, Overspel, Teen Male / Teen Female, Vrouw Kate's nephew Bobby just reached the legal age of consent a few weeks ago. Auntie Kate asked if he was having fun with girls his age yet. He totally missed the hidden meaning in that question and that wasn't all he'd been missing out on. 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