Rating: NC13 – ish
Disclaimer: This world and peoples all belong to Tolkien, Kortirion rents by the hour
It was a skill he’d never learned as a child... like so many other things, one way or another, ‘it was not suitable’ – for his position, his lineage, his future... But now – he quite relished the challenge, and having learnt... he found it rather... soothing. Not that he was very expert – but that didn’t take from his sense of accomplishment.
Hold, squeeze, push up, squeeze, pull... the rhythm was satisfying…
Then - it suddenly occurred to him, just why the dairymaids were seen as such desirable companions by the guardsmen. His sudden guffaw of laughter made the milch-cow moo in protest.