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Warriors of Gondor (NC-17)

Written by Hel

14 May 2012 | 182144 words | Work in Progress

Part 10: THE PRINCESS

Lothiriel lay back against the headboard of her bed, trying to read. Her parents, uncle, and cousins had been in meetings all day, leaving her to the company of the ladies of the court of Minas Tirith. Some of them were boring relics of Finduilas’ time, but there were many younger women who had been sent there to attract the attention of the Steward’s sons. None had been able to meet the exacting standards of her cousin Faramir, so he and Boromir had found husbands for them.

However, whenever it had been requested, the brothers had performed first night duties with the women. They were very amenable to those requests, often both of them would participate and they always invited the new husband to join in. There were many sexually satisfying marriages in Gondor, for they shared their knowledge and expertise with any who asked. From all reports, they enjoyed the sharing immensely.

With a sigh, she closed the book and concentrated on thoughts of her handsome cousins. It was eight years since the boar-hunting incident near Dol Amroth. They had told her that she was too young to indulge in their sex games, though rumor had it that Faramir was much younger than fourteen when he had started. A short exchange with her youngest cousin earlier had led her to believe that they might be willing to let her join in now.

Now, that she was locked into her bedroom by her overprotective parents. They didn’t know that what they wanted to protect was long gone. Even though the Steward’s sons had acted with all propriety while in Dol Amroth, Faramir had given her certain information that had allowed her to pursue amorous adventures without dire consequences. This was one of many reasons she really liked her cousins.

There was no warning sound as Faramir stepped out of the shadows of her balcony to the bed. He sat beside her and gave her a most salacious kiss. “Hello cousin,” he said, nibbling a bit at her ear before leaning back to look at her. “You have grown up quite nicely.”

“Thank you, cousin,” she replied. “You haven’t changed your mind about who I should marry, have you?” she asked, almost hopefully.

“Alas, no, my sweet,” he answered. “But you are surrounded by such an army of chaperones during the day, it was impossible to get in a private word with you. I was wondering if you have been making use of the horsemaster we sent you.”

“Oh yes, cousin,” she said, her eyes full of mischief. “He has taught me many things, and my horsemanship has improved too.”

He chuckled quietly at her words. “Ever the minx, I think Éomer would be quite pleased with you. Théodred probably as well, but he is still just a child yet.”

“I hear that you know Prince Éomer well?” she inquired.

“Very well, cousin,” Faramir answered with a grin. “He is an outstanding example of the Riders of the Riddermark. I’m certain he would please you, he is truly a stallion among men.”

“And you and your brother have ridden this fine stallion?” she continued.

“Normally I don’t kiss and tell, Lothiriel,” Faramir told her. “But since you have a vested interest, yes we have, and he has ridden us in turn. You will not find a finer rider anywhere.”

“Not even your brother?”

“They are close to equal, and I will not chose between them,” was his firm reply.

“Does that mean I will have to share him with the two of you?” she asked, her possessive nature coming to the fore.

“You will enjoy it, cousin,” he said, kissing her and touching her in a way that made her arch her back and moan in sudden need. “Would you really want to deny us our pleasure?” His mouth and tongue made uncontrollable shivers run down her spine. “I’m sure you would be able to join us, if you wanted to. Éomer knows how to share.”

“What if I’m to marry his cousin, Prince Théodred?” she wanted to know.

“We will see,” was his answer. “The heir is only a child yet, if he doesn’t bond with Éomer as I have with both him and my brother, then things will be a bit different. But I want you to understand that there will be every chance that he will bond with at least one other male, and possibly other females. It is an old custom in the Riddermark and, with the high death tolls of late, it has been thoroughly revived. If you don’t think you can live with this situation, let me know now, and we will find you another husband.”

She looked at him for a long while, letting her blood cool from his attentions. This was her future, and she doubted that she would be able to change her mind later. Finally she was sure of her choice. “The tutors you sent to me have taught me well, dear Faramir,” she answered. “I have become especially fond of the sweet shield maiden that was sent as an addition to my personal guard. I have learned much from her, and mother doesn’t even question her presence in my bedchamber, ever. If I were to wed some dull and monogamous member of the nobility I would have to say goodbye to at least half the vices you have so generously gifted me.” She reached up and kissed him on the mouth. “Don’t think that I don’t know that you planned this for me. Others may see you as just the second son of the Steward, but I know better. There are plans within plans and plots within plots that you have woven throughout the kingdom. I believe that you have even outdone your father in your collusions. After all, I doubt if any of Denethor’s spies are his lovers, and I believe all of yours are. Nelda came from Belfalas, and her sister helped raise me.” She gave him a genuine smile. “I will marry whichever prince of Rohan you choose for me, or if things change, whomever else you choose. For I know that your loyalty goes both ways, and you will not abandon me.”

“I knew you were an intelligent woman, dear cousin,” he told her, taking her into his arms. “Let me show you a little trick I learned from a dear friend.”

In minutes she was biting her hand to stifle the screams of delight that he was bringing forth. She became totally convinced that she would do anything that her cousin asked of her. It was in her best interest, and it felt wonderful.

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