Bilbo Baggins was never one to turn down a good adventure, but he certainly never expected one to come knocking at his round green door. So, when the tall, red-haired elf maiden, Tauriel, stood before him, he couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in his belly.
"Good evening, Mr. Baggins," she greeted, her voice as smooth as silk. "I'm in need of your assistance."
Bilbo, always eager to please, insisted she come in and rest her weary feet. "And perhaps have a tipple or two?" he suggested, holding up a mug of ale.
Tauriel, initially reserved, accepted his offer and they sat by the fire, chatting over mugs of the frothy brew. Bilbo, a seasoned tippler, cleverly refilled Tauriel's mug, keeping her unawares.
As the evening wore on, Tauriel became more relaxed and talkative, her white skin flushed from the alcohol. Bilbo, grinning inwardly, kept the drinks coming.
"You know, Bilbo," Tauriel slurred, her words beginning to slur, "you're not so bad for a hobbit."
Bilbo, taking advantage of Tauriel's inebriated state, began to undress her, his shaggy legs scurrying around her like a spider. Tauriel, though still conscious, was too drunk to resist.
"Bilbo, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice weak.
Bilbo, with a wicked grin, began to pleasure Tauriel orally, her pussy and ass twitching as she moaned weakly. He reveled in the power he held over the usually fierce elf.
Tauriel, though drunk, realized what was happening and tried to push Bilbo away, her long legs flailing. But Bilbo, determined, continued his assault, his short stature giving him the advantage.
With a final thrust, Bilbo cum in Tauriel's pussy, her screams muffled by the alcohol. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and sweating.
The night wore on, and Bilbo, satisfied, fell asleep next to Tauriel, who was still conscious but too drunk to move.
The morning came, and Tauriel woke up with a splitting headache and a strange taste in her mouth. She looked down and saw Bilbo, still asleep, next to her.
Tauriel, confused and embarrassed, quickly dressed and left Bag End, her long legs carrying her away from the shame of the previous night.
Bilbo, waking up alone, grins to himself, already planning his next move. After all, he's a hobbit who loves a good adventure.
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