Minas Tirith - Legacy of the Ring Bearer
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Adult ++
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Living Again
Fic Name: Minas Tirith - Legacy of the Ring Bearer.
Chapter Name: Living Again
Pairing: Faramir/Boromir, Faramir/Frodo, Faramir/Aragorn, Aragorn/Frodo, Denethor/Faramir (Implied), Faramir/Frodo/Aragorn.
Rating: NC17
Beta: HEL! Thank-you.:)
Timeline: During the of tof the Ring, in the final days and the year afterwards.
Synopsis: Faramir learns from Gandalf that he is pregnant with Frodo's child though love does not exist between them, or so the Prince of Gondor believes.
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own anything or make any money. Suing me will not do any good; you'd get a quarter at the most. J R R Tolkien owns all the pretty men and hobbits.
ARCHIVE: Yes, but please let me know.
NOTE: This chapter is all about sex. NC-17 and more NC-17. J
CHAPTER 15: Living Again
The King saw a strange thing occur just then, which brightened his heart. Faramir smiled, due to his own will. It was neither forced nor induced, it was simply there. Aragorn paused to examine the fair thing. He exchanged a glance with Frodo who winked knowingly. It was no longer simply that he was there for Frodo, or for Boromir. He realized then that he had more than a passing desire for the younger brother of the man he had been in love with. Frodo had been right, Faramir was indeed beautiful when he smiled. That simple act lit up his entire face, shedding years and pain.
He nodded to Frodo, whose fingers were already resuming their attention to the head of their lover’s cock. He held Faramir’s eyes for as long as he could resist leaning forward and capturing his lips. His surprise at the sudden movement was clear when Faramir jerked slightly, then relaxed allowing his lips to be taken. But no, that was not what the elder man had in mind. He wanted the young Steward to kiss him, to take his own lips, and to take pleasure in the act for himself. It was a difficult thing to put across to someone when you could not talk because your mouth was occupied.
Aragorn had held that secret desire to be dominated by another deep in his heart for a very long time. He had come close with Boromir, but that had never happened. It was not Boromir he wanted to kiss him now. It was Faramir., he willed the young man, nudging his sweet tongue on top.
Confused by the attempts of his King’s tongue, Faramir had difficulty understanding what was desired at first. It certainly didn’t help his brain that Frodo had begun to eagerly tease his throbbing cock now. He left one hand where it was, poised at the hobbit’s buttocks, not entering yet, not that bold. As Strider’s tongue continued to tease him to actionfinafinally began to realize what was wanted. New feelings surged within him, as he reached back to run his hands through the ranger’s hair.
Taking guidance from the gentleing ing sounds that soon escaped the ranger-King, he warily took command of Strider’s mouth. Dominance did not come easy to Faramir, and this time was no different. He hardly knew what to do, being so used to another taking control and responding to that. It was certainly a difficult task, given his position was one nearly entirely submissive. If it were what his King wanted, the Steward would at least try. Shyly at first, his tongue wound over the elder man’s, softly caressing, gently testing ground until the special heat within caused fire to leap within him. For the first time -he- was the one claiming another’s mouth, utterly and totally.
As for Strider, a thrill rippled through him when Faramir finally began to fulfils nes need. He gave a low sound deep within his throat that sounded so much like a purr that Frodo’s eyes widened. The hobbit giggled, watching the King be dominated thus, he‘d never tried anything like that before with Strider, they had always been equal when making love. Now was the time to take matters into his own hands for clearly Faramir needed encouragement. He continued to massage the young man’s hard cock, his own lips finding interesting places to caress upon his chest. His free hand traveled back to where Faramir’s was resting against his buttocks.
The position was decidedly difficult for himself, but the easiest one for Faramir, he imagined, especially given his condition. He knew that he could endure the discomfort, for the pleasure to come would be worth it. Eagerly, he urged the Steward to use his fingers, pressing back against them so there would be no question of what he wanted. His inhibitions slowly dissolving, the young man obliged his lover by slipping within the offered opening, even as he continued to kiss the King. Underneath, he felt the evidence of Strider’s desire as the elder man’s questing hand found the space between his own buttocks.
Sweet sounds began to come from the hobbit as Faramir’s fingers swept gently within. The warm soapy water, mingled with bath oil acted as a delightful replacement for oil, and it did not feel quite as painful as it normally did at first. The same could be said for the young man when the King’s fingers breached him. Their lips parted for breath and Strider gazed hotly into the beautiful electric blue eyes that stared back at him. His bodytchetched, for Frodo was paying a great deal more attention to his cock now, sliding up and down it. Within, long fingers were easily stretching him, preparing for what was to come.
It was Strider ent entered Faramir first, no longer abo wao wait. After a kiss like that his body could no longer hold back the passion within. Deeply he slid into the tight opening, reveling in the whimpering sounds that came from the young Steward’s mouth. Once he was buried to the hilt, he stayed there, and did not move, despite the urgings of his lover to do so. “Not yet.” Strider whispered. “Frodo?” he panted, locking eyes with the hobbit.
Faramir’s legs were parted a little more by the ranger’s own hands. Since they were now free, those strong hands began to slide up and down his thighs. “Ugh…!” the sound was unidentifiable, a muffled gurgle, yet not one of pain or displeasure. The young man’s swollen lips parted as Frodo took matters into his own hands and withdrew the fingers that were preparing him and took position over Faramir’s shuddering cock. Pushing down, the hobbit slowly impaled himself upon the stiff member until finally, he too, was filled.
He realized then his position, filled, and filling. He was trapped in between Strider and Frodo. It was a trap he relished, however and the longing to move began to overwhelm him. But not yet, no, the King did not move yet. Hands…three pairs of hands felt and stroked wet, hot skin, gliding through hair, up sides and over buttocks. The flurry of movement caused vibrations in the water which sent shivers up his spine. He needed them to move, to move -now-. “Please…Strider, move.”
That was all that the King was waiting for, acknowledgement of what was happening. His hands rested against Frodo’s sides, and his legs were steadyFaraFaramir’s in order to keep them all steady. He pulled out, and drove back into the young man once, very slowly. The action caused Faramir to do the same to Frodo. Once that was established, he did it again, and then they began to build up a rhythm.
No sounds other than cries of rapture could be heard from then on, water managed to get just about everywhere in the bathing chamber from the act. They kissed and caressed each other, Frodo’s cock caught between stomachs got its own attention from the sweet tremors that rippled through Faramir’s body, and the young man’s hand when it finally found a use other than clenching and unclenching his fist.
Faramir felt himself floating. That special place inside of him was tingling from attention, causing tremors throughout ho mao many times that he could not tell when one ended and another began. The feel of being buried within Frodo was so intoxicating that he matched Aragorn’s thrusts just as eagerly. If his wounds gave him any pain, he did not notice. He noticed nothing but the pleasure, nothing but the passion, and not but but the knowledge that he was doing this not to escape his life….
But to live.
**TBC**
Chapter Name: Living Again
Pairing: Faramir/Boromir, Faramir/Frodo, Faramir/Aragorn, Aragorn/Frodo, Denethor/Faramir (Implied), Faramir/Frodo/Aragorn.
Rating: NC17
Beta: HEL! Thank-you.:)
Timeline: During the of tof the Ring, in the final days and the year afterwards.
Synopsis: Faramir learns from Gandalf that he is pregnant with Frodo's child though love does not exist between them, or so the Prince of Gondor believes.
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own anything or make any money. Suing me will not do any good; you'd get a quarter at the most. J R R Tolkien owns all the pretty men and hobbits.
ARCHIVE: Yes, but please let me know.
NOTE: This chapter is all about sex. NC-17 and more NC-17. J
CHAPTER 15: Living Again
The King saw a strange thing occur just then, which brightened his heart. Faramir smiled, due to his own will. It was neither forced nor induced, it was simply there. Aragorn paused to examine the fair thing. He exchanged a glance with Frodo who winked knowingly. It was no longer simply that he was there for Frodo, or for Boromir. He realized then that he had more than a passing desire for the younger brother of the man he had been in love with. Frodo had been right, Faramir was indeed beautiful when he smiled. That simple act lit up his entire face, shedding years and pain.
He nodded to Frodo, whose fingers were already resuming their attention to the head of their lover’s cock. He held Faramir’s eyes for as long as he could resist leaning forward and capturing his lips. His surprise at the sudden movement was clear when Faramir jerked slightly, then relaxed allowing his lips to be taken. But no, that was not what the elder man had in mind. He wanted the young Steward to kiss him, to take his own lips, and to take pleasure in the act for himself. It was a difficult thing to put across to someone when you could not talk because your mouth was occupied.
Aragorn had held that secret desire to be dominated by another deep in his heart for a very long time. He had come close with Boromir, but that had never happened. It was not Boromir he wanted to kiss him now. It was Faramir.
Confused by the attempts of his King’s tongue, Faramir had difficulty understanding what was desired at first. It certainly didn’t help his brain that Frodo had begun to eagerly tease his throbbing cock now. He left one hand where it was, poised at the hobbit’s buttocks, not entering yet, not that bold. As Strider’s tongue continued to tease him to actionfinafinally began to realize what was wanted. New feelings surged within him, as he reached back to run his hands through the ranger’s hair.
Taking guidance from the gentleing ing sounds that soon escaped the ranger-King, he warily took command of Strider’s mouth. Dominance did not come easy to Faramir, and this time was no different. He hardly knew what to do, being so used to another taking control and responding to that. It was certainly a difficult task, given his position was one nearly entirely submissive. If it were what his King wanted, the Steward would at least try. Shyly at first, his tongue wound over the elder man’s, softly caressing, gently testing ground until the special heat within caused fire to leap within him. For the first time -he- was the one claiming another’s mouth, utterly and totally.
As for Strider, a thrill rippled through him when Faramir finally began to fulfils nes need. He gave a low sound deep within his throat that sounded so much like a purr that Frodo’s eyes widened. The hobbit giggled, watching the King be dominated thus, he‘d never tried anything like that before with Strider, they had always been equal when making love. Now was the time to take matters into his own hands for clearly Faramir needed encouragement. He continued to massage the young man’s hard cock, his own lips finding interesting places to caress upon his chest. His free hand traveled back to where Faramir’s was resting against his buttocks.
The position was decidedly difficult for himself, but the easiest one for Faramir, he imagined, especially given his condition. He knew that he could endure the discomfort, for the pleasure to come would be worth it. Eagerly, he urged the Steward to use his fingers, pressing back against them so there would be no question of what he wanted. His inhibitions slowly dissolving, the young man obliged his lover by slipping within the offered opening, even as he continued to kiss the King. Underneath, he felt the evidence of Strider’s desire as the elder man’s questing hand found the space between his own buttocks.
Sweet sounds began to come from the hobbit as Faramir’s fingers swept gently within. The warm soapy water, mingled with bath oil acted as a delightful replacement for oil, and it did not feel quite as painful as it normally did at first. The same could be said for the young man when the King’s fingers breached him. Their lips parted for breath and Strider gazed hotly into the beautiful electric blue eyes that stared back at him. His bodytchetched, for Frodo was paying a great deal more attention to his cock now, sliding up and down it. Within, long fingers were easily stretching him, preparing for what was to come.
It was Strider ent entered Faramir first, no longer abo wao wait. After a kiss like that his body could no longer hold back the passion within. Deeply he slid into the tight opening, reveling in the whimpering sounds that came from the young Steward’s mouth. Once he was buried to the hilt, he stayed there, and did not move, despite the urgings of his lover to do so. “Not yet.” Strider whispered. “Frodo?” he panted, locking eyes with the hobbit.
Faramir’s legs were parted a little more by the ranger’s own hands. Since they were now free, those strong hands began to slide up and down his thighs. “Ugh…!” the sound was unidentifiable, a muffled gurgle, yet not one of pain or displeasure. The young man’s swollen lips parted as Frodo took matters into his own hands and withdrew the fingers that were preparing him and took position over Faramir’s shuddering cock. Pushing down, the hobbit slowly impaled himself upon the stiff member until finally, he too, was filled.
He realized then his position, filled, and filling. He was trapped in between Strider and Frodo. It was a trap he relished, however and the longing to move began to overwhelm him. But not yet, no, the King did not move yet. Hands…three pairs of hands felt and stroked wet, hot skin, gliding through hair, up sides and over buttocks. The flurry of movement caused vibrations in the water which sent shivers up his spine. He needed them to move, to move -now-. “Please…Strider, move.”
That was all that the King was waiting for, acknowledgement of what was happening. His hands rested against Frodo’s sides, and his legs were steadyFaraFaramir’s in order to keep them all steady. He pulled out, and drove back into the young man once, very slowly. The action caused Faramir to do the same to Frodo. Once that was established, he did it again, and then they began to build up a rhythm.
No sounds other than cries of rapture could be heard from then on, water managed to get just about everywhere in the bathing chamber from the act. They kissed and caressed each other, Frodo’s cock caught between stomachs got its own attention from the sweet tremors that rippled through Faramir’s body, and the young man’s hand when it finally found a use other than clenching and unclenching his fist.
Faramir felt himself floating. That special place inside of him was tingling from attention, causing tremors throughout ho mao many times that he could not tell when one ended and another began. The feel of being buried within Frodo was so intoxicating that he matched Aragorn’s thrusts just as eagerly. If his wounds gave him any pain, he did not notice. He noticed nothing but the pleasure, nothing but the passion, and not but but the knowledge that he was doing this not to escape his life….
But to live.
**TBC**