Bring me to life

Chapter 3

Boromir was indeed happy to be home. After all the nights he had spent sleeping on the ground in the freezing cold, the warm comfort of the beloved house seemed almost unreal to him. The last, umpteenth battle had lasted less than expected, the Eastlings being outnumbered by the Gondorian forces and retiring quickly, Osgiliath safe once again.

After a hot bath he dressed himself, picking up a white shirt and some random black leggings from the wardrobe, eager to hug his brother again. It would be a nice surprise for him, he thought, for their bond was still stronger than ever, and he certainly wouldn't have minded at all to be awakened in the middle of the night to rejoice his return. It wouldn't have been the first time, nor the last.

At home no one knew that he was back already, and though the hour was late he exited his bedchamber, closing the small distance between his and Faramir's door, and slowly lowered the handle. The only light in the room was that of the fire crackling in the wide fireplace, and Boromir looked around for a moment, peering into the room, before turning his gaze to the bed. And what he saw there let him breathless, speechless, and wide-eyed.

There he was, Faramir, panting hard and topped by what at first sight seemed to be a quite shapely and lithe young maiden. Boromir's stomach clenched uneasily as he watched them, his lips slightly parted and his pulse quickening, his lower belly already tingling with reastrained lust. He had been away from home for some months, and during that time he didn't have the chance to take a lover, or even to think about such things, allowing himself to think only about the upcoming battle. But now that he was there, staring at her supple back as she made love to Faramir, panting and moaning, all his pent-up needs were taking over him. Decided to enjoy whatever he could get he leaned with his back against the door, and pushed it closed with a click. Both Faramir and his lover startled, turning towards him at once.

"Boromir?"

When Kreshen saw him, her eyes widened in shock and surprise, and she immediately settled herself at Faramir's side, wrapping her body into the sheets, without touching her master's body.

She couldn't see Boromir's face, for it was too dark in the room, and the door's corner was quite dark, but the fact that he was simply staring at them wasn't a good thing. At all.

Kreshen didn't dare look at Faramir, for she was afraid to know what was to come.

But even if she didn't like the idea of being shared with Boromir, she wouldn't have said a word.

It was her duty. To disobey would mean to be flogged and left without food and covers for days and days.

"Yes, Faramir, 'tis I." Boromir eventually replied, stepping out of the shadow and then towards them, halting only a few footsteps away from the bed. He said nothing else, his grey eyes roaming over Kreshen's delicate features and then lower, to her lithe form wrapped in the sheets.

"I didn't know you were to come home" Faramir said, gesturing for Boromir to sit on the bed, and then stretching out to hug him affectionately. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, little brother" Boromir replied, returning the hug and then drawing back slowly. "and I can see that some matters of importance took place during my absence.. who is she?"

"Her name is Kreshen."

"Did father grant you permission to take her to your room?"

Faramir sighed at the question, and flashed a quick glance to the girl at his side. "Well, actually.. he bought her."

"For you?"

The young man merely nodded, lowering his gaze. On his part Boromir raised an eyebrow and stood, yanking the white shirt off and hurling it away.

"Be a good brother then, and share."

Kreshen's face had become pale both at his words and at the fact that he was already taking off his leggings, revealing an impossibly thick shaft, that stood erect and proud.

How stupid she had been. To think that Faramir cared for her.

An illusion, as she had told him before. Now the weight of her task was crashing on her shoulders again.

A whore. That was what she was to be considered. Faramir's whore. Nothing more.

She fought hard against herself, pushing back the tears, her fists clenched without even noticing.

If the only thing they wanted was her body, she would have given it to them, closing her eyes and pretending to be somewhere else.

Her features were inexpressive when she let the blanket slip off her body, looking at the window and wishing to be out there.

"A pleasant sight indeed." Boromir commented, climbing over his brother to lay at the girl's side, while a quite worried Faramir was looking at her and placing a firm hand on the other's arm, as if to stop him.

"You'll have to ask for her assent first, Boromir."

The Gondorian couldn't help but chuckle at the odd condition set by the younger man, but nonetheless he nodded. He had never heard about the need to ask a mistress for her assent before taking what was due, but he could do that for his brother.

"Aye. I will, if you wish so." he shrugged, and then added: "What do you say then, young maiden, may I enjoy your virtues?"

She said nothing, nor she did turn to look at him. Boromir then leaned towards her and seized her chin, firmly and yet not too roughly, turning her face so that she was now looking straight at him.

"You will answer when you're spoken to."

“Yes master” she told in a cold voice. “That's why I've been bought for”.

Whitout any further ado Boromir climbed on top of Kreshen, seizing both of her wrists and taking them up at the sides of her head to keep her still. An heartbeat later he was assaulting her neck, lapping and biting eagerly at the tender skin, and grounding is hips against hers in order to rub his erection in between her legs.

Faramir was unmoving, almost holding his breath. On one hand he was feeling sorry for Kreshen, knowing that she was feeling used and probably further abased, and on the other the mere sight was turning him on immensely. Still he didn't dare to move, though, almost afraid that if he did Boromir would have stopped.

The girl had her eyes closed and was trying to hide the disgust she was feeling.

In that precise moment she hated the whole world. She was feeling as if he was raping her, and for some verses he was doing it.

Boromir was even worse then they had told her.

He was continuing to rub himself against her centre, and her traitor body started to answer to his ministrations.

She could feel the heat build in her belly, and hated herself for this. She wasn't enjoying what he was doing.

But, if so, why her body was reacting like this?

Tightening her lips, she forced herself to avoid every sound. No panting. No moaning. He wouldn't have that satisfaction.

Boromir eventually raised his head to look at her, while widening her legs even further and settling himself in between in order to proceed. He seemed to notice for the first time Kreshen's full lips, high cheekbones, small and perfect nose. He didn't have the chance to look into her eyes for they were shut, but he also noticed at once the way she was obviously rejecting him, for it was written clearly all over her tense features.

He had asked for her assent after all, had he not? And she had agreed.

No worries, then.

Without any warning he pushed his hips forward quite roughly, shoving himself inside to the hilt. His eyes unfocused for a moment, and a sharp hiss escaped his lips due to the impossible friction. But still she made no sound at all. He could see that she was clenching her teeth, though her lips were still sealed, and he could also hear that Faramir was panting softly, but he didn't turn to look at him. He had to make Kreshen come undone first.

When he had entered her, the girl had become even more angry at herself, for she had liked it.

It was odd that she hated him but liked the sensations he was provoking in her body. At the beginning she had thought of all the worse things she could imagine, trying to reject those feelings.

But soon she had had to force her body not to react at all, even if his pace had quickened and she was on fire.

Some mere moments later she violently arched her back, trembling as she was sent over the edge against her will, but no sound escaped her lips, and her eyes were still closed. The last thing she wanted was to see the satisfaction in the eyes of that laid pig that was almost raping her.

In the meantime Faramir had neared the two, unable to remain idle and just watch, and was claiming Kreshen's lips with urgence while his hands roamed over the heated skin of her shoulders and breast. Boromir's thrusts increased to an almost frantic pace at the sight, but he didn't allow himself to utter his release when a few moments later he shuddered violently, a choked moan the only sound coming from him as he came.

"Kreshen" Faramir whispered then, still panting helplessly, urging her to open her eyes. "Are you well?"

“Yes master” she muttered, opening her eyes and looking away, knowing all too well that her eyes were bright with unshed tears.

Faramir frowned, looking at the heavily breathing brother, who was just climbing off her.

"What's the matter with her?" Boromir asked while gathering his clothes scattered on the floor, flashing a quick glance to Kreshen and then resuming his search.

"I do not think she's used to.. this."

"This?" the other repeated, slipping on his breeches. "I did have her assent, as you wished."

"I know.." Faramir muttered, sighing deeply, a worried frown on his face as he looked at her again, caressing her cheeks.

Without looking at him, the girl withdrew her face from his hands, disgusted by both brothers and just wanting to cry.

But she would never do it, to let them see that she was weak.

Kreshen could be a whole lot stronger of what they thought. They could have her body, but not her soul.

She hated Boromir for the way he acted towards her, talking to Faramir as if she wasn't even in the room, commanding and taking her roughly.

And she hated Faramir, who mere hours before had told her he cared for her well being, and that he considered her a person. But he had let his brother have his way with her without a word.

Sighing softly, she just turned her back to both brothers, finally allowed to cover her body with the blankets, closing her eyes and trying to forget.

"Well, I guess I'll retire to my room and leave you two alone" Boromir said, while making his way to the door. "I don't think she will speak with me here anyway. Sleep well."

"Goodnight.." Faramir sighed, regretting his foolish behaviour but not even daring to near her, afraid that she would reject him again. He laid down on his side of the bed, staring at the bed's canopy for what seemed an eternity before sleep reached him.

Kreshen didn't sleep for a while, and when she had assured herself that Faramir was sleeping, she climbed down the bed, putting on her leggings and tunic, and walked barefoot to the window, looking outside.

She sat on the windowsill, resting her head against the glass, and silently crying all of her tears, now that she had been finally been left to herself.

As the shudders were calming down, she went the couch, laying down on it, warmed by the fire. Mere moments later, she drifted to sleep.