Drabble: Trapped in Bree drabble

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One day Aragorn gave word to his guards that he was not feeling terribly well and that he was not to be disturbed all day. By nightfall, he found no battle could ever have exhausted him more than a day in bed with Frodo. Their semen fresh and sticky over layers of semen that had long dried on their nightshirts and satin sheets, emitting a stale copper scent.

“Shall we?” Frodo gasped.

“You are not sore?” Aragorn laughed.

“Who is the hardened warrior?”

“You’re insatiable.” Aragorn’s sticky groin rubbed with slippery ease against Frodo’s, bringing them both back to life.