Breath of Life
Breath of Life
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Breath of Life
NC-17 (for strong sexual content)
AU/PWP
Pairing: Boromir/Eowyn/Faramir
This story is completely cannon shattering, could never have
happened and has no redeeming value whatsoever. To make matters worse, it has a sappy ending.
Faramir and Smut. If these things
interest you, read on. If not, you have
been warned and I don’t want to hear about it later!
Disclaimer: Don’t own them.
Am abusing them… but not making any money. Etc.
I had been called the White Lady of Rohan, The Ice Maiden of
the Rohirrim. Now it seemed that these
titles would become quite literally true.
Watching the final embers of our tiny fire fade, I felt the
last feeling go out of my hands and feet, sensation stolen by the bitter
chill. The younger son of the Steward
of Gondor still massaged my icy appendages with his own as I huddled between
him and his brother, desperate for the fast-fading warmth of their bodies.
***
My uncle, my brother, my cousin and I had accompanied the
lords Faramir and Boromir. We were to
be their guests in the white city. It
had been a gesture on Denethor’s part to strengthen the ties of our people
against the coming darkness.
I had known on our first meeting that I might be expected to
marry one of these men some day. I had
known and had not been displeased. Both
were fair and stron fen feature and form.
Both had qualities to admire.
Boromir was a warrior of great renown.
arms, had the reputation of a scholar and a reader. Such skills are not admired among my people, yet it was to the
younger brother that I had found myself drawn.
Perhaps Boromir’s warrior nature had prohibited him from
speaking to me as an equal. hear of swordplay and warfare, but he would not engage me on such topics. That
same nature had not prohibited him from casting long appraising looks upon my
form. Upon first meeting him, I had
felt nearly naked before his inspecting gaze.
However, he had stayed fast beside my brother and cousin as
we set out from Edoras. My attempts to
join in conversations of battle had been rebuked and so I’d found myself riding
beside Faramir, who seemed content to talk upon any topic of my choosing.
The day had been crisp and cold, but unthreatening
enough. Though clouds gathered, the
conversation was fair. But a sudden
and unexpected snowstorm had risen against us as we passed through
Anorien. Harsh winter was not uncommon
in the Westfold but this was weather unheard of so far south.
As the men debated turning back or pressing forward, the
mountains to the south of us let go a giant fall of ice and snow and an
avalanche cut the three of us off from the rest of our party.
succumbed to the cold.
As Faramir did his gallant best to protect me from the
shattering icy winds, Boromir had forced a path through the snow to the small
shelter a mountain cave could provide. Though
free from the harsh winds, we had still been stung by the freezing
temperatures.
“We have no hope but that of rescue,” was Boromir’s grim
proclamation upon our predicament. But
he had been right. We could go no
further. We had only enough tinder to
start a weak fire. Its warming power
would be brief. All other small
provisions for our journey had been cut off from us along with our traveling
companions.
The hope even of rescue had been a faint one.
the banner of Gondor that Faramir bore: a white tree on a white
background. It was not at all likely to
be picked out upon the snowscape, or even the battlefield.
I had said as much and Boromir had regarded me for a long
moment, a calculating look on his strong-featured face.
I had drawn my white robes around my russet shift.
them. I was never impractical, nor
overly concerned with feminine modesty.
I had allowed the bottom of my skirts to be torn, and placed outside our
refuge as a signal to what help might come.
Boromir had carried some harsh liquor in a flask at his beltong ong with his weaponry and the great horn of legend. The drink had warmed and burned, but the flask was long since
empty. The liquor’s power no longer
affected a warming in my limbs but still served to slightly dull my mind.
Perhaps this is an explanation for what was to come… but I
had been drinking the sweet strong mead of Rohan since childhood.
excuse. An instinct for survival is a
more likely alibi. Yet it still rings
false to my own mind.
It will be left to no one else to judge.
say and as I believe in spite of what took place between us, none save I will
tell this tale.
***
When it began exactly, I cannot say.
“We would be warmer, little brother, were we flesh to
flesh.” He spoke over my head to the
other man.
“Boromir,” Faramir spoke through the chill, in weak
despairing protest.
“What?” the older brother countered in harsh mocking
tones. “Shall we all die to protect a
maiden’s modesty?”
My mistake was not in modesty. It was again in imagining myself one among equals.
I am not a man, nor do I wish to be one.
Boromir’s comment stung my pride.
It is a common knowledge among those who must survive against
the elements that more heat is generated by bodies pressed naked together than
those separated by clothing. And so, on
top of our combined cloaks, we stripped down and laid the discarded clothing
atop us for what warmth it might yield.
Never had I felt the truth of my gender more keenly.
pressed, skin to skin, against these two men to whom I had wanted to prove
myself a comrade and equal. Moreover, I
had wanted not to be the cause of their twin deaths.
Faramir would not meet my eyes as we huddled close.
behind. Faramir’s touch was tentative
until I pulled him near to warm his cold skin.
Boromir had no such reservations. He pressed his flesh to my
own as soon as we were bare.
Long moments passed before our shivering stopped, but stop
it did.
There was now ample heat generatingng ung us.
three soldiers stranded together in the freezing cold?
Both men were evidently aroused, though one took pains to
hide it. The other did not.
him with his tunic. Boromir’s shaft
was hard and hot against my backside almost immediately.
Forgive me, but at first all I could think was that it was warm.
pressing back toward him. In doing so I
did not abandon his younger brother but pulled him toward me, pushing the shirt
he’d worn out of my way.
I could hide what they could not, but believe me when I say
that at that moment my flesh was urging my mind to abandon all reason.
The two brothers were hard against me their arms encircling
my body, both a shelter and a threat. I
held Faramir close, but the young man would not meet my gaze.
unmoving beneath the blanket of our cloaks and clothing.
Then I felt Boromir’s hot breath on my ear as he began to
slowly move his body against mine, his hard flesh stroking my lower back as he
rubbed his length along my skin. My
breath hitched in my throat and Faramir’s eyes flew to mine, widening slightly
as his brother’s motions caused the tender flesh of my abdomen to press again
and again against his own erection.
“Boromir,.” he protested again. His eyes never left mine, but he winced slightly when his hips
jerked seemingly involuntarily against my own. I felt my face flush with a
mixture of anger, embarrassment and a curiously demanding sense of need.
“The lady does not mind it.” Boromir answered softly, not ceasing his movements.
He gently grasped my shoulder and pressed me down so that I lay on my back
between the two men. He propped himself
on an elbow and looked down at me with hungry eyes. “We will doubtless be dead by morning,” he continued, talking to
his brother but never taking his eyes from mine. “To die without knowing one last taste of a woman’s love… She
will not sentence us to such a fate.”
For a moment a flash of anger eclipsed my other emotions, I
struggled to rise, but found Boromir’s strong hand and the tangle of heavy
cloaks impeding my movements. My anger
warred briefly with a rising panic… and won.
“How dare you?” I
snapped up at him. “I am no foolish
peasant girl to be wooed by such words.”
My own brother and cousin had won their way into many beds using those
same sentiments before battle. I had
felt only scorn for those silly giddy girls, so ready to be used and tossed
aside.
As I spoke Faramir reached across my struggling body and
gently removed his brother’s hand from my shoulder. Boromir raised the offending hand in a gesture of surrender.
breath and my anger as it broke into the warm cave we had created with the heat
of our bodies. I lay back with a gasp
and both men instinctively pressed close to recapture the escaped heat.
Boromir gave no quarter.
His lips were immediately upon my own as his free hand aggressively
caressed the flesh of my torso, grasping my rib cage and moving relentlessly
over my stomach. His hand closed upon
my breast and my earlier protests were rendered meaningless by the instant
response of my body.
One of my arms was trapped under Boromir’s weight.
brother and my fingers grasped frantically at the tmuscmuscles of Faramir’s
naked back.
Boromir removed his mouth from my own.
sensation I shot a pleading look at Faramir.
In spite of his reticence he read the message in my eyes well enough,
though it was not the message I had sought to convey.
His own mouth closed upon mine, in a kiss more tender, but
no less searing. Twin hands now
caressed my skin, coaxing my body into a betrayal I’d never imagined.
had felt no man’s touch, both finding me wet and wanting.
Their lips seemed to be somehow everywhere at once.
head bent to kiss and nip at my breasts.
Their mouths warmed my skin as their hands set a fire inside my
body. I moaned into their kisses as
their fingers worked with skill and insistence upon and within me.
off and the other began.
When I thought I would go mad from the shame and pleasure of
their dual caresses Boromir moved his calloused hand from my flesh and shifted
to move over me.
I felt a panic rising in me, but again Faramir interceded,
staying Boromir with the light pressure of his own hand upon his brother’s
shoulder.
“A moment, brother,” he murmured.
Boromir lay back on his side, breathing heavily.
as he stroked his own flesh and waited, still looking at me the way a beast of
prey might study its lunch.
I was frightened. I
felt like a rabbit between two starving wolves. But I was a rabbit who had baited its own trap, using its own
flesh as a lure, and orchestrated its own destruction.
Faramir gently caressed my hair as he searched my face,
reading my fear. “Are you yet a
maiden?” he asked me softly. The
expression of tenderness in his blue eyes held the frightened rabbit a willing
captive. I couldn’t speak and only
nodded in response.
They were two and I was one and I could not, as yet, read
them both, but a look passed between the brothers and they seemed to reach an
unspoken accord. Boromir simply nodded
at Faramir.
Faramir slid himself slowly lower under our coverings stroking
the length of my body with his kisses and caresses. I looked to Boromir as
Faramir’s kisses branded my hipbones and thighs. I sought for a sign that I could trust this eldest son of Gondor
and found in his eyes no such reassurance.
In them I saw only pride and passion.
He knew ouldould have me and I could do nothing to prove wro wrong.
A protest rose to my lips and was cut off by my gasp of
shocked surprise as I felt Faramir’s soft lips close upon the most sensitive
part of me. Boromir in turn studied my
reaction. His scrutiny intensified as
Faramir’s tongue and teeth tore more involuntary sounds from deep in my
throat. The elder brother then took my
hand from where it had tangled (how had that happened?) in Faramir’s hair and
led it to his own throbbing flesh.
Boromir moaned, a low dangerous sound, as my fingers closed
about his thick length.
His mouth claimed mine, once again, the short hair of his
beard chafing against the skin of my face as the stubble on Faramir’s own chin
tortured me into ecstasy.
“Do you like what my little brother is doing to you my
lady?” Boromir whispered wickedly
between his deep kisses. I could not
breathe to answer him, but the answer was all too obvious.
soon caused a chain of convulsions to rack my traitorous body.
mouth and he seemed to feed on my moans and cries, drinking them in as he
thrust hard and fast into my tightening grip.
Faramir rose quickly following my climax, wiping his mouth
with the back of his hand. His once
gentle eyes were now somewhat wispanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> As
he lay atop me, his hardness pressed against my entry, he seemed, as I was, to
be fighting for breath and sanity.
I lay like a creature stunned. My passionate response had surprised me and my body had not yet
recovered.
“Do you give leave for this, my lady?” he asked raggedly.
“Yes.” Before my
answer was fully uttered, Faramir entered me with a mighty thrust.
“Forgive me Eowyn,” he rasped, his eyes shut and his head
thrown back.
Through the shock and a blur of quick tears I recognized
that he was beautiful. He filled me completely.
He opened his eyes again fixing my gaze as he moved within
me. He wiped away my startled tears and whispered my name as his gentle but
insistent thrusts rocked my body.
The initial pain dimmed and was replaced by a sense of
fullness and of growing pleasure.
Boromir’s eyes were on me as well and my hand still moved upon him.
him. It was over all too quickly.
“Eowyn!” With a
jagged cry Faramir emptied himself into my still trembling body.
I think he would have lingered within and atop me.
believed he’d already taken more than was his due, both from me and from his
brother. He moved off of me and Boromir
quickly took his place.
I gave a small cry of dismay and Faramir captured my hand in
his. I clenched it tightly as his
brother (who did not ask for leave) pushed into me.
Again my body betrayed me.
While it had moments ago promised itself to respond only to the touch of
the younger son, it now bucked and rose to the bidding of the eldest.
skilled. Rising to his knees, now quite
heedless of the cold, he grasped my hips in his hands and took me more deeply,
so that the head of his shaft stabbed against my very womb.
I cried out in both pain and pleasure, ever aware of
Faramir’s hand gripping my own. Though
Bor’s r’s eyes were shut, I noted the concerned and contrite expression in
Faramir’s own.
Even if he did not, I realized the futility of guilt this
far into the venture. I cast my own
beaten and bloodied sense of propriety into the void and allowed the rhythmic
pumping of Boromir of Gondor within my body to bring me to a shattering
climax.
He came with a grunt soon after and let himself collapse on
top of me.
Boromir was the one who could not meet my eyes as he rolled
to my side. I moved into Faramir’s
embrace and the three of us huddled together, warm and breathing heavily, for
several long minutes.
I did not allow myself to think, only noted abstractly that
Faramir was aroused again. I instinctively
moved my s tos to caress him. But he
caught them in his own.
“It is enough,” he protested. I persisted and his hands fell away, allowing mine to pursue
their co.
soft moans were filling our makeshift bed and his brother, again hard, was
pressing his insistent flesh against my own.
“Both of us this time,” he murmured into my ear.
“No.” Faramir said
sharply. “Boromir, she is not a whore
to be so used.”
I not not a whore, for I would take no coin.
other difference. I caressed Faramir,
mesmerized by the sound of his soft unbidden groans. I would have him again at any price.
“Both,” I said.
Faramir was still shaking his head to oppose the idea as his
brother reached a calloused hand between my thighs from behind.
couplings toward my other opening, stroking and probing to ease his impending
passage. Every muscle in my body tensed
at his touch. He must have sensed my
reaction for though he did not still his own actions, he spoke to me.
“Be at ease Lady.”
His tone was far gentler than it had been. In my limited experience with the man he was rarely subtle, but
he could at least be persuasive.
“Do not allow your body to fight this and it will hurt the
less.” His words were not entirely
reassuring but I did trust that in this he knew better than I, for such an act
was entirely outside of my experience.
I fought my panic and attempted to will my entire body back into the
languid relaxation I had felt just minutes before. I must have succeeded in at least presenting the outward signs of
relaxation. “Good, my little one,”
Boromir breathed soothingly into my ear.
My limbs now obedient, he moved my leg so that it curled
around histherther’s own, my thigh resting just above Faramir’s hipbone.
Boromir shifted to bring himself closer, now rubbing the head of his thick
member where his hand had been only moments ago.
Faramir however was still reluctant.
“No,” he silently mouthed wordword at me, a wary look of
warning in his eyes. His body was not
so reluctant. He was both flushed and breathless. As I felt the tip of his swollen manhood nudging at my soft inner
folds a fresh wave of warmth washed over me.
Boromir, now positioned to his satisfaction, brought both of his strong
hands around my waist. I lifted a hand
to Faramir’s troubled face.
“Please.” I
whispered urgently, somesome reason anxious that he be inside of me before his
brother.
Instead both men entered at once. I think I screamed aloud at the dual invasion. Boromir was not ungentle.
itself. My mind reeled as I clung to
Faramir, both arms around his neck and my head buried in his chest.
while and the searing pain retreated to be replaced by a dull ache.
the back and front of me and deep, deep within my own.
When I raised my eyes to Faramir’s the guilt I read there
was unbearable. I felt the odd desire
to comfort him. I laughed at the
absurdity of the whim, but the sound that emerged was more like a sob.
“We will stop now if you wish it,” Faramir whispered,
stroking at my tear-streaked cheek with his palm. I could feel the quivering tension in both men’s bodies as they
waited for my response.
“I have not changed my mind,” I answered, trying to sound strong. In fact, in spite of the hurt, the closeness of these two bodies
within and without me were beginning to cause a feeling that was altogether
different from the pain, yet still strangely connected to it.
impossible to explain.
With a groan Boromir allowed my words to signal action.
controlled, was a torment. Each
movement also pushed me closer to Faramir, who began then to move in earnest.
down upon each of his thrusts.
The rhythm of our
lovemaking was uneven. At times one man
would enter me as another withdrew, at others both penetrated and filled me at
once. For myself, I could not move at
all. Locked between the two of them and
impaled upon them I could only feel the hardness of their bodies, Faramir’s
pressed tight against my womb and Boromir’s crushed against my backside.
wanted it to go on forever. Both men
were moaning their passion and my cries soon mingled with their own.
contractions produced within my flesh brought his older brother to an immediate
release.
He slid from me, panting, and Faramir clutched me closer.
half shut he whispered to me.
“Eowyn, Eowyn. My
own love.”
Passion makes men say strange things… so I’d heard it said
when listening unobserved to my brother’s unguarded conversations with his
comrades. But Faramir’s eyes did not
leave my own, and I sensed in them an honesty that went beyond spent
passion. Of course I was not a
practiced player in these games (in spite of the fact that I could now count as
my own, an act some prostitutes would not willingly perform,) so I did not
trust overmuch in his words.
I was in ish ish and in the afterglow of ecstasy both at
once, so could not count on my judgment.
Which I had in any account obviously held in far too great an esteem
from the start.
Both men slept before the chill began to once again
overwhelm our small shelter. For
myself, I could find no rest. I had
hoped for rescue but now thought it might be better for myself and for my
family if I were to die here and never be found. I wept, and Faramir woke to my weeping.
“Lady Eowyn,” he said softly. I did not respond immediately and so he continued.
I laughed, a sound that was hollow to my own ears.
“Perhaps not,” I saildlyldly, “for we may still die
here. There is some consolation in
that.”
“We will not die,” his tone was even and he looked me in the
eye, reaching out to stroke my face. I
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caught his hand in mine and clung to it desperately.
“I should not live.
My life would be a shame to my family and my name… to Edoras and
Rohan.”
“Lady,” he interrupted before my words could lead me to a
fresh onslaught of tears. “You must
believe that what has happened here will go no farther than we three whether we
live to tell the tale or not. You have
my word and my brother’s as well. You
may be certai tha that.” I nodded
mutely and he gathered me tightly in his arms.
“Do you trust that my word is my bond?
And that my brother will be bound to it?”
“I do,” I answered and did not lie.
embrace calmed me. Perhaps this was
a secret that could die with me… in an hour or in fifty years.
“That said my lady…” Faramir hesitated and I looked up at
him again. “There is nothing to bind
you to me, no threat to be held over your head.” I pulled away slightly.
He would ask something of me now, I was certain.
answer.” His even gaze held me at rapt
attention. “But I would consider myself
well favored by fortune if you would consent to be my wife.”
I struggled to keep my tears at bay.
I could not hold him to his offer, nor tie him to a woman he felt honor
bound to wed.
“You are a man of honor, Faramir,” I replied.
stroked my hair.
“Tis no noble sacrifice,” he assured me.
even loved you since that time. I would
have preferred to have offered my hand under other circumstances, ‘tis
true. But my feelings are no less now
than they were.”
amusement in his eyes. “I would marry
you Eowyn because I wish it, and for no other reason.”
“I also would do this thing.” Faramir and I both started.
Moments before we had been as if alone, but Boromir stirred and spoke,
his presence a reminder of what had unfolded among us all.
Gondor.
“You would take to wife a woman whom your brother had
first?” I asked him.
sleep.
“It is a good match,” he replied. “Though Faramir will owe me something on his own wedding
night.” Faramir tensed beside me and I
turned back toward him.
“Would you ask the same of your brother were we to wed?”
er, er, my lady,” he answered evenly.
me. Nor would I share you again, with
any man.” I leaned to plant a small
kiss on Faramir’s soft lips and smiled at him feeling suddenly and
inappropriately shy.
“I will marry Faramir, my lord,” I said turning back to
Boromir, who had the good grace to try to hide his relief.
“Then I wish you both joy, and if we survive this ordeal
shall think of you only as a sister,” he drew closer. “For the present, it grows cold again,” he pressed a warm
insinuating palm to my chilled back.
“No, Boromir,” Faramir said roughly.
brothers may not share.” His steely
tone brooked no argument but that did not stop Boromir from making a
reply. He looked at Faramir in
astonishment.
“You would die for this?
But this is madness.”
“Then call it madness,” Faramir said, pulling me back into
his arms. “But I will not yield on this
point.” "> I know not what might have
happened next, for we heard clearly through the wind a voice calling from
without. We all three reacted with a
mixture of panic and relief. Faramir
scrambled to throw my clothing at me as Boromir struggled into his own
breeches. None of us was foolish enough
to stay silent. We called out to our
rescuers as we hurried into some semblance of propriety.
My own brother was first through the cave entrance, and upon
seeing me he held up a hand, staying his unseen companions.
sister, now dressed but disheveled, Faramir in breeches and undertunic, and
Boromir still struggling to pull his shirt over his naked chest.
“What is this, Eowyn?” he commanded.
hand fell to the hilt of his sword. I
rushed to his side.
“No, Eomer,” I stammered.
“I am well. Their clothes became wet and they sought to dry them…” I
waved a hand at the ashes of our long dead fire. The suspicion did not leave my brother’s eyes.
and received the full force of my brother’s glare. He did not quail.
“If your sister’s honor has been offended, Marshal of the
Mark, then that offense shall quickly be repaired,” he said softly.
marry the lady Eowyn.” Eomer’s eyes
stayed locked with Faramir’s.
“Is this your wish, sister?” he asked.
“It is,” I answered, moving to place my hand in
Faramir’s. Questions evidently remained
in Eomer’s mind. But it was a good
offer, and well he knew it. He knew me
as well and also realized that I would not enter into a match not to my
liking. Nor would it be in my nature to
leave an offense against my person unavenged.
For these reasons he was forced to bide by my decision.
tone.
“The king will be pleased,” he said gruffly.
now in a presentable state he called his men inside. They brought cloaks, blankets and fortifying liquor.
depart. Boromir approached Faramir as
we left our small shelter for the last time.
“I may hope there is no ill feeling between us little
brother,” he said seriously.
“None,” came the sincere reply.
“And of the Lady?” Boromir turned to me.
“You will be as a brother to me, my lord Boromir.”
lips. Faramir shifted slightly but made
no move to stop his brother as he kissed the back of my hand.
“It never happened,” Boromir promised.
different promise. A promise that he
would never forget.