Possession

Possession

Chapter 15
Author: Frosty the Micro Machine
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Aragorn, Elrond, Faramir, Eowyn, Legolas, OC, AU, N/C, Oral, Anal, M/F, M/M/F, character deaths
Summary: After Arwen's death, a visit to Gondor reveals something unexpected. Canon-oriented; takes place after Sauron's defeat.
Author's Notes: Translations are in parenthesis after the Elvish.

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News of Eowyn had travelled through the city quickly. People who had just begun to lessen their grief over Arwen were now sobbing with sadness about Captain Faramir's wife. She was a loved woman, and though she was not dead it almost seemed as such. Minas Tirith was again hushed as most of the cityfolk took to not only grieving, but whispering about the extreme darkness that had apparently befallen their home. It would take much for them to begin to once again believe in the goodness of Arda. Valawen knew, though, that if anyone could convince them, it would be Aragorn.

There was a chinook this evening. It swept her hair about her shoulders as she made her way through the dark towards the King's Hall. She anticipated their evening, as lovers do, but was still distracted by what would happen next. Aragorn would be greatly busy in the coming months, and she worried she would be brushed aside.

Aragorn was a good man, though, and she knew he loved her. He would never hurt her on purpose.

Valawen's skin tingled when she entered the warm hall. Her heels clipped on the marble floor as she made her way to the King's room. Softly she knocked upon the heavy door.

It opened to reveal Aragorn's smiling face. "Valawen, come in," he said, allowing her entrance. She took notice of the door locking behind her as she looked around the candlelit room. An orange glow cast shadows over the sofa and bed. When she turned towards the fireplace, though, she halted in surprise.

Faramir sat in one of the chairs, an expression of amusement upon his face. "Why is he here?" asked Valawen softly as the King came up beside her.

Aragorn took her hand and led her towards the fire. He sat her down in one of the chairs opposite the Captain, then took a seat himself. "He is here for his reward."

She swallowed hard, nervous. "What is his reward?" she asked, her voice a whisper.

The King covered her hand with his and squeezed. "You are, my love."

She shivered, feeling as though the wind had been knocked out of her. Never did she think Aragorn would allow such a thing. Avoiding eye contact with the Captain, she leaned toward the King and breathed, "Why? I don't want to be with him, Aragorn. I only want you."

"Shhhhhhh," he soothed, brushing his hand against her cheek, "I know. I am sorry, Valawen. There was no other way. Please, my love. Do this for me. One last time."

"There is no need to worry, Valawen," said Faramir, cocking his head as he regarded them, "Aragorn will be here."

She frowned, looking up at the King. "You're going to stay?" He nodded and she wasn't sure what to think of his response.

"You're a beautiful elf," he sighed, "You know how much I don't want to share you, but Faramir has done much for us. I want you to please him, as you please me. It would make me...happy."

Her eyes flickered to the Captain, who watched with lustful eyes. She didn't want to do this, but the want to please Aragorn was strong. "Just once?" she asked, looking back up at the King. He nodded and she bit her lip. "Are you...going to watch?"

"Yes." He leaned forward, his lips gently brushing her ear. "It might excite me to see you with Faramir."

A soft blush covered her cheeks. Embarrassed, she looked down and away, but her condition was not lost on the two men. "Would that not please you, Valawen?" asked Faramir, "To see Aragorn become gratified by your actions?"

They were teasing her. Still, she could not bring herself to refuse what they wanted. "Yes," she answered, knowing that wasn't really the way she felt. She loved Aragorn, but she was not blind. She knew when she was being used.

It made her heart break.

Faramir smiled as his hands went to his pants. She watched as he opened them and pulled his half-ready length from the material. "Suck me."

She was shaking as she looked at Aragorn, who only nodded towards the Captain. "Do as he says, Valawen." He touched her lower back gently, urging her off the chair, "Go ahead."

There was no escape from this. Relenting, she kneeled down in front of Faramir and took his penis in her hand. Her gaze met his for a short moment before she lowered her mouth and pressed the tip against her tongue.

He touched the back of her head, groaning as he slowly pushed her further over him. His flesh became rigid as she took him in her mouth, running her soft tongue over his length while her hand smoothed gently over the base.

Faramir's breathed came in hisses and moans. Everything else was silent as she pleasured him, taking him as deep as she could without choking. The hand in her hair tightened, making her squeak in pain. He didn't seem to care, though, as he continued moving her head up and down in a slow thrusting action. Valawen wondered if Aragorn was watching.

"Look at me," Faramir breathed, and her eyes lifted to meet his as he inched her head back, slowly removing his penis from her mouth. He smiled at the vision of seeing her lips slide over his moistened flesh. When she was free of him, he let go and said, "Get up." She stood, still keeping his gaze. "Take off your clothes."

Valawen's shaking fingers moved to her bodice as she began to disrobe. She noticed as his hand slid to his penis, stroking it at a leisured pace while he watched her with hungry eyes. Looking away, she concentrated on removing her clothing.

Aragorn's presence behind her was tangible, but he said nothing as pieces of her clothing dropped to the floor. Part of her had thought maybe he would stop this, but she was no longer hopeful. When the last piece of material had been removed from her body, she knew this would most likely be her life from now on.

"Come closer," said Faramir after his gaze had travelled her nude form. He grinned as his hands came to rest on her hips. Nodding downward with his head, he ordered her to sit. Valawen did so, taking hold of his length and inserting it into her body as she sat upon his lap. Her legs shook as he pulled her down as far as he could.

Valawen's breathing became heavy as she rested her hands on his shoulders. Her body was sensitive to his fullness. Without realizing it, Aragorn had come to stand beside them. Her eyes shot up to his when she noticed him. "How does that feel, sweetheart?" asked Faramir as he adjusted her on his lap. She bit her lip to keep from whimpering. "Tell the King how that feels inside you." Her eyes watered as she looked up at Aragorn. The lust in his eyes was obvious. When she didn't speak, Faramir jerked her forward in his lap and she couldn't help but cry out. The Captain of Gondor's voice was less cordial when he said, "We want to hear you moan, elf. If I tell you to speak, I suggest you listen."

His hand gripped her neck, holding her steady as his other traced her skin. It lingered over her breast as he pulled her face forward towards his. "Kiss me."

She was afraid to deny him. Their lips met in a rough kiss that stole her breath. Valawen gasped when he pushed her face away, moving his hand to capture her breasts in a violent squeeze.

Faramir laughed at her pained expression. "No tears, love," he said, wiping at the wetness under her eyes, "You should get used to this."

Valawen shook her head, looking up at Aragorn for help. His hand tucked her hair behind her ear, then traced her shoulder gently. "You're doing well. There is no need to cry."

"Aragorn," she pleaded, trying to ignore how Faramir's hands stroked her breasts.

"You want to please him, don't you, elf?" asked the Captain, pressing her breasts upwards so he could capture them in a suck. His teeth bit her nipples, scraping the sensitive skin. Running his tongue up her chest, he kissed her neck bruisingly and looked up into her face. "Why don't you suck him off?" His lips bit at her ear. "Hmmm? Do you want to?"

She closed her eyes and answered, "Yes," in a shaking voice. Aragorn's hand moved to his pants, opening the belt and ties. As Faramir slowly rocked her on his lap, holding back his growing need, the King pulled his hardness out and directed it towards her.

Valawen knew what was expected. Aragorn's hand wrapped around her head as she enveloped him, massaging her tongue around his tip then taking him further. The King rolled weakly against her as she met his thrusts, lapping at the warm flesh and causing him to utter low moans. Those sounds were so familiar to her. She wanted to give him pleasure. Even in the position she was in, hearing Aragorn groan sent sparks through her own body. As Faramir set a stronger pace, she could feel herself gaining pleasure from the act.

Soon she no longer had control over what she was doing. Aragorn held her steady as he thrust into her mouth, and she could do nothing but allow it as Faramir jerked her body against his own. It was a mess of sounds and feeling, and she could barely discern what was happening as the pleasure within her grew. Her neck started to ache from being held, but as Faramir forced himself up into her again and again it failed to matter. Aragorn's hand tightened in her hair and she jerked back in surprise when he groaned hard and forced himself into her throat, spilling his essence. She choked and pulled back, swallowing the fluid when he removed his penis from her mouth.

Valawen wiped her mouth, but her abuse had not been completed yet. Faramir had her full attention now and he held her steady as his hips jerked up into her. She fell against his shoulder, panting as he continued banging his body against hers.

Her mind spun. Faramir groaned unintelligible words into her ear and soon the assault on her body was too much. Quickly she met her release, whimpering and trembling as the Captain continued using her worn body to please himself. Her abdomen clenched in tension as he growled his own climax, shoving upwards and emptying. Valawen could barely move as she sat upon him, waiting for their breathing to slow.

Faramir pushed her up, looking over her flushed skin. "I knew you'd like that," he grinned, pulling her up off his lap. She slowly collapsed to the floor, her legs numb and weak. The Captain closed his pants and regarded her chidingly. "Was it too much for you?"

She could still taste Aragorn and she could still feel Faramir inside her. It was a feeling she knew wouldn't soon go away. "No," she replied, unwilling to allow him to humiliate her.

He leaned forward, a smirk on his features. "I'm glad to hear it." Slowly, his eyes went upward, meeting the King's. "Aragorn is as well."

Aragorn had taken a seat in the chair opposite, his eyes sated as he looked at Valawen. "I'm proud of you, my love," he said as she looked back at him. "You know your place well."

She looked away and nodded. There was nothing else she could do. Slowly Valawen began gathering her clothes, but was too upset to get dressed. She held the garments to her chest, trying half-heartedly to shield herself.

With a great sigh, Faramir heaved himself up from the chair and stepped around her. "I will come by tomorrow, Aragorn," he said as he opened the door, "Thank you for an interesting evening."

She didn't watch as he left. Her eyes burned, but she couldn't shed any tears. There just wasn't anything left in her. "You should rest," said Aragorn, standing and making his way to the bed. He pulled back the sheets and looked down at her. "I'm sure you're very tired."

She was, but her thoughts drifted elsewhere. "Why did you do this?" she asked, her voice hoarse. Her sad eyes met his dark ones. "I thought you loved me."

"I do love you. More than anything." He exhaled deeply and kneeled down in front of her, tracing a finger along her jaw. "Nothing will ever change the way I feel about you, Valawen, but what happened tonight was necessary. The world is no longer what it once was. I want you to be happy, but you will have to learn to experience joy in whatever role life grants you. Allowances have to be made. There will be sacrifices, for all of us." When she looked away, he frowned and dropped his hand. "This may happen again. If it does, do not displease me by becoming upset. I love you, but I will not hesitate to reprimand you if you do not comply with my wishes. Do you understand?"

Her beaten gaze returned to his as she answered, "I understand." It seemed her destiny was to be a reward doled out to those who pleased the King. She would become nothing but a whore.

Somehow she thought it would be different.

What upset her the most, though, was that she was not entirely surprised.

Sadness and sorrow overtook her as Aragorn smiled and cupped her chin. "That's my girl." He took her hand, pulling her up and leading her to the bed. He drew the covers over her once she was settled. "Goodnight, my love," he breathed, kissing her forehead gently. Valawen closed her eyes, blinking them open when she heard him step away and dim the fire before retreating from the room.

The door clicked sharply. In the black and gray of the room, she held tightly to the covers and allowed a tear to fall. Her fate was sealed. There would be no escape.

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TBC