Dark Desires

Title: Dark Desires
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: M/P/F/S
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 1/1 (Sequel to Dead of Night. Pippin, Merry, and Frodo are nousiousins.) Pippin gets taken care of by Merry, Frodo, and Sam. ;)
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings: PWP, hobbit foursome, some blood
Archive: Ask first.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien.


Pippin sighed in content as he crept through the dimly lit hobbit hole, rubbing his full belly gently as Merry padlocked the door behind him, ensuring that curious hobbits would be barred from entering. Another night of feeding had passed, and it was only a few hours before daylight. For now, they were living in an abandoned dwelling that had a vast set of tunnels that provided suitable hiding spots or even a possible escape route.

Merry tightly wrapped his arms around Pippin’s shoulders, drawing him into a warm embrace as they walked side by side down the tunnel. The young hobbit giggled as Merry trailed his hand down until he was cupping Pippin’s rear, giving it a playful squeeze. Lust was glazing over Merry’s gray eyes, and Pippin trembled in anticipation.

“Pippin, I want to try something new tonight,” Merry murmured in thd’s d’s ear. “It’s somewhat of a surprise.”

Pippin’s eyes brightened. “What sort of surprise?”

“You’ll see,” Merry chuckled.

The young hobbit stuck out his bottom lip in a pout but soon smiled as Merry gave him a firm kiss. They continued down the hall until their bedroom came into view, which dimly light with a yellow glow. Pippin gasped at the sight. Candles were lit, scattered about the room on the floor, the cabinet, and several of the wooden ledges. The sheets were drawn back on the bed, and there was a faint scent of peppermint.

“Merry, this is beautiful,” Pippin murmured, turning to wrap his arms around the older hobbit’s neck.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Merry cooed, leaning down to capture Pippin’s lips in another fiery kiss.

Pippin mewled, and he pressed his body harder on Merry’s, smirking as he felt the older hobbit’s hardness rubbing over his. Then, two sets of different hands glided over his back, causing him to yelp and jerk away from Merry as they slid under his shirt, making contact with his pale flesh. The young hobbit whipped around, and his eyes widened as he came face to face with Frodo and Sam.

“Merry, what is going on here?” Pippin squeaked, backing up against the wall as Frodo and Sam stalked over to him.

The older strode to his side, forcing Pippin a few inches forward so he could slip in behind him, pulling him into a tight embrace. “Do you trust me Pippin?”

“Yes, Merry, but...” Pippin whimpered.

“Sh, darling,” Merry interrupted. “Frodo and Sam just want to join us for our lovemaking tonight. They won’t harm you, but if you don’t want to do this, then we won’t force you. None of us will be disappointed either. We all know how inexperienced you are in these matters.”

Pippin scoffed. “Have you done this before with them?”

Merry nodded. “I was extremely lonely in the past, and Frodo and Sam were kind enough to give me comfort. I stopped once I met you, though. However, old ways are hard to give up, and we want to continue....with you.”

“Why though?” Pippin muttered. “I thought Frodo....hated me....ever since that night....”

Frodo stepped forward and gently cupped Pippin’s crimson check, making the lad gaze into his sparkling blue orbs. “That’s not true, Pippin. I made a horrible mistake that night, and I regret attacking you. I wanted a way to make it up to you, so I thought of this. I wanted to show you that I can give pleasure besides brutal pain. I love you, Pippin, as does Sam.”

“It’s true,” Sam stated, brushing his body against Pippin’s side. “All of us love you very much. You’re very precious to us. We just want to give you comfort.”

“Remember, Pip, that you don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable,” Merry reassured. “We won’t force this on you.”

“I...I want to try,” Pippin stuttered. “I’m just a bit frightened is all. What if I don’t please you all?”

“That’s impossible,” Frodo cooed, placing a soft kiss on the side of Pippin’s mouth. “You already please us. Besides, tonight is about your pleasure. What do you want us to do for you?”

Pippin hesitated for a moment. “I think the bed would be a good place to start.”

Frodo and Sam’s face beamed with joy, and Frodo scooped Pippin away from Merry’s arms, gracefully carrying him over to the bed and gently laying him out. Frodo’s face hovered over his, silently seeking permission to ravish him with kisses. Pippin weakly nodded and groaned as the older hobbit brutally kissed him with an urgent hunger, slipping his tongue into the lad’s mouth, who eagerly dueled with the other hobbit, finding that his shyness was slowly ebbing away. Sam crawled on the other side of the bed, leaning over to suckle on Pippin’s neck, causing the young hobbit to arch his back at the ticklish suction. The bed dipped further as Merry joined them, nestling at the end to watch.

Pippin cried out as both Frodo and Sam’s hands lowered to cup and squeeze the bulge in his trousers. Sam had worked open his shirt and was now unlacing his trousers, dipping inside to brush his fingertips over Pippin’s sensitive flesh, eliciting a sharp moan from the young hobbit. He was writhing and mewling as the two practically tore his clothing off, and quickly chucked theirs to the floor. Merry was naked as well, but he still remained stationary, taking in the beautiful sight of the three hobbits groaning in bliss.

Moan after moan passed through Pippin’s mouth as the two older hobbits’ naked flesh brushed over his in a delicious friction that had aroused him to a painful state. Each hobbit was taking a turn at devouring his mouth with insistent, passionate kisses of lips and tongues. Pippin’s cock was throbbing, in desperate need of being touched, leaking a pearly liquid from the slit.

“May I taste you?” Frodo asked.

Pippin was beyond words, and he hastily nodded his consent. Frodo slithered down the mattress, and he took Pippin into his mouth, slowly bobbing his head up and down while swirling his tongue along the rosy head. The young hobbit was whimpering, desperately clutching at Sam as the warm, wet suction on his shaft caused white hot pleasure to erupt in his body. He glanced over at Merry, who was equally aroused by the transactions before him, and gave him a pleading look. Merry instantly rose from the bed and took Frodo’s place by the young hobbit’s right side, cradling him in his arms.

“Do you still want this?” Merry asked.


Pippin could only nod.

“Roll him onto his side,” Sam ordered.

The young hobbit gasped as he was flipped onto his side, his head resting on Merry’s lap, and his left leg was hoisted up a bit. He screamed as Sam’s tongue probed between his cheeks, searching for his tiny opening, gradually plunging in and out of the tight passage as Frodo increased the pace of his bobbing head, using hand and to caress Pippin’s downy sac. Sweat had broke out over Pippin’s brow, dribbling down his brow and cheeks to form droplets on Merry’s quivering thighs. The young hobbit could tell that Merry was suppressing his own need, and he snaked out his tongue, lightly flicking it over Merry’s shaft. The older hobbit growled and shifted his body so that Pippin had better access to his hard member, allowing the lad to wrap his lips around the head. As the pleasure mounted in Pippin’s body, he increased his ministrations on Merry’s cock, taking him deeper into his mouth.

Pippin came hard, flooding Frodo’s mouth with his seed. The lad’s body shook harshly from the after effects of his orgasm, and Merry pulled out of his mouth, causing him to whimper. Frodo eased Pippin up by his shoulders, lowering his head to nip and suck on the young hobbit’s neck. Pippin could feel Frodo’s fangs growing, and he tilted his head to give the older hobbit better access, giving him an invitation to feed. Frodo eagerly took it, sinking his fangs into the silky flesh, moaning in delight as Pippin’s sweet blood trickled into his mouth. The young hobbit hissed in pleasure as sharp tingles trailed down his body, settling in his groin. It amazed how such an act had grown so blissful instead of painful.

Merry watched on as Sam reached for the night stand, pulling out a vial of oil that he coated his fingertips with, inserting one slick digit into Pippin’s puckered entrance. The young hobbit was so lost in ecstasy from Frodo that he didn’t notice that he was being stretched. Merry soon let out a faint groan as Sam used his other hand to slick up Merry’s pulsing cock, desperately in need of release.

A growl surged in Pippin’s throat as Frodo released his neck, which turned to a whimper as Frodo kissed him, twining their tongues together, giving the young hobbit a taste of his own essence. He broke the kiss as Merry slid in behind him, tugging him upward to position the lad’s entrance over his cock. Pippin slowly lowered himself on his lover’s cock until he was flush against Merry’s lap. The older hobbit shuddered and tangled his fingers in Pippin’s locks, turning his head to give him a passionate kiss.

“Merry, oh Merry,” Pippin mewled on the older hobbit’s mouth.

“Am I hurting you?” Merry inquired, always concerned about his lover.

“No,” Pippin answered.

“Do you want us to stay?” Frodo asked. “I know this is an intimate moment for you two....”

“No!” Pippin snapped. “I want you all here. Please.”

Two mouths rapidly descended on his while Merry lavished his cheeks and necks with tiny pecks, leaving him gasping for breath from the arousing assault. Merry’s fangs slipped through the two punctures as he began a slow rhythm, eliciting a cry from the young hobbit as the unbearable fire rekindled in his belly. His cock had grown hard again, and Sam’s hand wrapped around him, pumping him in time with Merry’s thrusts. Frodo was sucking and lapping at Pippin’s hardening nubs, causing the lad to arch his chest to get more of the delicious contact.

Tears were streaming down Pippin’s sweating face as the ecstasy grew in his body, making him feel as if he would explode. He was chanting out Merry, Frodo, Sam over and over, and his voice intensified to a high pitch as his climax rapidly approached. Merry had ceased feeding, now whispering soft endearments into Pippin’s ear as his thrusts grew savage, each thrust ramming over his sweet spot. Pippin let out a keening wail as he came a second time that night, making him see stars as pleasure washed over him with wave after wave. His passage clamped down around Merry’s member, bringing him to a hard completion that left him panting raggedly, resting his sweaty head on Pippin’s shoulder.

As the older hobbit pulled out, Pippin took the opportunity to yank Frodo and Sam into a rough embrace, showering each with hard kisses, even though he was growing weak and tired. Both Frodo and Sam were equally aroused, and he intended to return the favor for their kind, gentle ministrations.

“Pippin, you don’t have to do this,” Frodo murmured, trying to push away the young hobbit’s exploring hands. “Tonight is about you, not us.”

“But I want to give you as much pleasure as you gave me,” Pippin replied, turning back to look at Merry. “Is it all right?”

“Whatever you desire is fine by me, Pippin,” Merry chuckled, resting on his elbow.

The young hobbit grinned mischievously, and rose to his hands and knees. “Frodo, come and claim me. Sam, come here and sit in front of me.”

The two hobbits looked at each other in shock at Pippin’s boldness before gazing back at Merry, who nodded for them to proceed. Pippin groaned as Frodo’s hands gripped his waist, and the older hobbit’s cock head nudged his opening. The tight ring of muscles was quickly breached, and Frodo slid the rest of the way in easily. Whimpering in delight, Pippin urged Sam closer, which gave him a chance to deliver a slow lick to the hobbit’s erection, making Sam hiss and tangle his fingers into Pippin’s cinnamon curls. Frodo’s frenzied thrusts were driving Pippin forward, making him take more and more of Sam’s cock into his mouth. Frodo’s steel-like member was slamming over his sweet spot, and despite coming two times that night, and being extremely tired, he became hard.

Frodo leaned down, raining kisses over Pippin’s shoulder blades. “You are such a delightful, gorgeous creature.”

“Yes, so beautiful,” Sam echoed, gently goading his hips upward to get more of Pippin’s wet mouth.

“And he’s all ours,” Merry murmured, crawling toward the three forms. “Just remember, though, he’s my mate.”

The two chuckled, though it soon turned to moans as each was pleasured by Pippin’s body. Merry had dipped his head under Pippin’s waist, taking the lad’s cock into his mouth. Pippin whimpered around Sam’s member, rocking his hips to meet Frodo’s rhythm while trying to thrust more of his member into that wet heat.

It didn’t take long before Frodo and Sam were both coming, yelling out Pippin’s name as they shuddered violently. Pippin swallowed all of Sam’s seed and sighed in content as the three pulled him and crushed him in a tight hug.

“I hope I pleased you all,” Pippin murmured.

“Of course you did, darling,” Merry replied, “but we still have to take care of you.”

The young hobbit trembled as he was laid on his back with Merry seated behind him and Frodo and Sam snuggled by his side. Merry’s hands were jerking his member hard while Frodo and Sam massaged his thighs, each kissing every area of visible flesh. Pippin’s fingers clenched in the bed sheets, and he gritted his teeth.

“Merry, I don’t think I can,” Pippin moaned painfully. “It’s too much.”

“Yes, you can sweet one,” Merry whispered in his ear. “Come for us again. We love hearing your sensual cries.”

“Perhaps I could be of some assistance?” Sam grinned.

A screech surged from Pippin’s mouth as Sam sank his fangs into the young hobbit’s delicate throat. Ecstasy shot through Pippin’s form, causing him to scream until his throat ached. With a few more pumps of Merry’s fist, he climaxed and grew limp in the older hobbit’s arms, on the verge of passing out. However, a coppery scent drew back his attention, and his fangs sprouted and dug into a cut wrist, drinking hungrily until it pulled away and was replaced by a separate one, a total of three.

“Better now?” Merry asked, nuzzling Pippin’s cheek.

“Oh, yes,” Pippin chuckled, feeling fully rejuvenated. “I feel ly, ly, though. Can all three of you keep me warm?”

“We’ll gladly spend the night in your bed,” Sam answered.

“Until you grow tired of us and kick us out,” Frodo laughed.

“That will never happen,” Merry chided.

Pippin let out a tired sigh and drifted off to sleep with Merry, Frodo, and Sam nestled around him. He was happy and in love with all of them. He was glad to spend all of eternity with his mate, Merry, along with Frodo and Sam.

End