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Tales Only Whispered (NC-17)

04 April 2004 | 6339 words | Work in Progress

Part 2: The Throne of Gondor

My love…my beautiful one, he whispered into my ear, his beard brushing against my cheek. Do you love me? Yes, I do, my king. Do not call me king, my love. But you are…you are king. He kissed my lips. He took my hand and pulled me up the steps towards the throne. There he sat down. Come, he said softly, come my beautiful one. I froze.

Come, I heard his cold voice. I stood in the great hall only clad in my mother ´s coat. I have waited long enough. Where have you been, child? In the library, Father. He hissed with contempt. I felt his firm grip around my wrist. He dragged me across the great hall until we reached the steps leading up to the throne. There he gave me a bruising kiss. You look beautiful tonight. Thank you, Father. No king could have a more beautiful lover, he said pulling me up the stone steps. Father? He settled down on the white marble throne. The Throne of Gondor. Father, this is the king ´s seat! There is no king, he answered coldly. But tonight I am king of Gondor…and you are my queen. He pulled me down on his lap…

Faramir. Love. What is it? Nothing, my king, just a shadow form the past. He smiled. Do not think about the past anymore, my beautiful one. He kissed me softly on the forehead. It is all dead and gone, he said. Yes, I whispered. Dead and gone. Slowly and carefully my king began to undress me. His hands travelled up and down my body and he gave me a kiss on my shoulder. Your skin tastes so sweet, my lovely one, much sweeter than that of an elf. I smiled. That is a lie, my king. He pulled away. Never. Never would I lie to you, my love. He undressed and settled down again on his throne. I love you too much to tell you lies. He took both my hands and pulled me down so that our lips met for a kiss. I want to taste you …now… here on my throne, his voice sounded husky. You are the king; I closed my eyes as we kissed…

He forced his tongue into my mouth. Father, please, I tried desperately to pull away. WHAT? Anger flashed in his cold eyes, you disobey me? He pushed me so that I fell on the hard stone floor. Pain soared through my left shoulder. Father! I will teach you! He knelt down besides me and slapped me hard across my face. The coppery taste of blood was soon in my mouth. I will teach you, he shouted again. He unfastened the thin silver chain that held my mother ´s coat. Then he pulled me up from the floor. His iron grip war bruising my wrist. How dare you to defy me? His gaze was piercing me. He undressed, slowly and menacingly. Father! Please! He sneered as he grabbed his belt and stepped behind me. Please! Tears stood on my eyes. I braced myself for a beating…But it never came. He jerked back my arms and bound them with his belt. You are hurting me; I whispered…tears now running down my cheeks. Thank the Valar that I do not hurt you as much as you deserved, he spat. He gripped a handful of my hair and dragged me to the throne. And now you obey me, my child…my queen…my Finduilas. Tears came down from under my closed eyelids as he pressed me down on his lap…

My king was gentle. He would never hurt me. Nevertheless I cried. What is it, my beloved? There was a note of concern in his voice. Nothing. He was so gentle, so loving. Stop crying, please, my love, his whispered into my throat…

Stop crying or you will pay for it! Hands bound behind my back I sat on my father ´s lap. I felt his erection grind against my body. Do you hear me? I wasn ´t able to stop….a hard punch into my ribs…STOP IT! I do not want a crying brat…I want a Queen… for I am king tonight. He kissed me, bit my throat. I whimpered. Then without further ado he pulled me closer digging his fingernails hard into my hips as he pressed me hard on his lap….

Sorry, my beautiful one. I have forgotten. I swallowed, blinking away my tears. My king searched through his clothes. Ah. He uncorked the small bottle…fingers coated with oil he trailed down the way along my spine…

I felt pain soaring through my whole body as my father forced himself into me. I cried out. Fire. As always fire spread inside me. My Queen. His thrusts became more and more violent. I felt blood. Darkness came I knew it would conquer me soon. But no, this time the pain in my bound arms kept me awake. Time ebbed away, leaving me alone on my father ´s lap…

My king moved gently. His head was nuzzled against my chest. I had wrapped my arms around his neck. I love you…I love you so much he whispered. We moved in this soft rhythm. Slowly. Carefully. Always anxious not to hurt me. I love you too, my king, I said as he loved me on the Throne of Gondor.

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