Bring me to life

 Chapter 1 -- Chapter 2 -- Chapter 3 -- Chapter 4 -- Chapter 5 -- Chapter 6 -- Chapter 7 -- Chapter 8 -- Chapter 9 -- Chapter 10 -- Chapter 11 -- Chapter 12  -- Chapter 13 -- Chapter 14 -- Chapter 15 -- Chapter 16 -- Chapter 17 -- Chapter 18 -- Chapter 19 -- Chapter 20 -- Chapter 21 -- Chapter 22 -- Chapter 23 -- Chapter 24 -- Chapter 25 -- Chapter 26 -- Chapter 27 -- Epilogue.

Chapter 1

Denethor was quite satisfied with his purchase.

He unhurriedly crossed the small hall to near the girl, hands clasped behind his back, and studied her attentively one more time. He decided she was a little too skinny but that was something that could be easily put right. Apart from that, she was, without a doubt, a delight to look upon. Dark, shining hair falling softly upon her shapely breast, long and slender limbs, flawless skin and delicate features.

The Steward halted a few paces away from the finely carved bench she was sitting on, head bowed and unmoving, bringing a hand to her face. He lifted it by seizing her chin with two fingers, his espression unreadable, until he eventually nodded almost imperceptibly his assent. Bright blue eyes and full, rosy lips. She was indeed the perfect gift . Just then Faramir appeared on the doorframe, clearing his throat in order to draw his father's attention.

"Did you ask to see me, father?" he inquired politely, eyeing with patent curiosity the young maiden who was sitting motionlessly on the bench, dressed up in blue and gold, her hands laid on her lap.

"I did, son. 'Tis your birthday today" Denethor replied, gesturing for him to enter the room, and then looking again at the girl. "and here is a gift for you."

"A.. gift?" Faramir repeated a little confused, soon realizing what his father was implying. "Did.. you ask her assent for that, father?"

"I do not need her assent. I bought her." the Steward replied quietly, sitting on his armchair by the window and grasping a goblet from the nearby table, while Faramir was approaching the girl. "She's young and healthy, son, and still untouched for you alone to enjoy her virtues."

"What is her name?"

"I know not. I did not think it was a matter of importance when I chose her."

The young man merely nodded in response, kneeling in front of her to watch her closely. He noticed only then that she was wearing two bracelets, both fastened to a fine mithril chain that was in fact linking her wrists.

Kreshen remained unmoving, without even looking into his eyes.

She knew that he wouldn't be like his father.

His noble father who had come into her village, had seen her with her little sister and had decided to buy her. Like an animal she had been checked, measured, washed and dressed into that fine gown to be given as a gift to his son.

What kind of father could ever buy a human creature and give it to his son?

Yeah. And what kind of father could ever sell his first daughter?

Denethor had assured her that if she pleased his son she would have been treated well. But if she wouldn't have obey Faramir's wishes, she would have been flogged and sent to do an hard job into the palace.

The girl had thought a lot about that. She had been into a small room for three days now, and the servants had told her that Faramir was a kind and gentle man, and that if she had was good enough, she would be taken to live into his room into the white tower.

Even if Kreshen was still scared and angry at Denethor and her family, she had decided to do her best to enjoy the situation.

Her pride had been forgotten the day in which the Steward had looked at her naked body, examining it as you would do with a beast into the market.

A servant had told her to pay attention to Lord Boromir, Faramir's brother. She had advised her that he would would be rough with her if he ever finds out that she had been given to his little brother.

Boromir was well known in all Gondor for his strong temper. He had a lot of bastard sons for almost all the female population was willing to surrender to his wishes, not thinking about the consequences.

But he had never visited her village, so Kreshen had never been able to see him. Maybe he was like his father.

She had to be good to Faramir, so he would have protected her from his brother.

Thinking to that, the girl raised her head to look at him, meeting a pair of fine blue eyes, darkened with a mix of lust, concern and maybe tenderness.

"May I take her to my room, father?"

Denethor seemed quite pleased by the request and nodded straightway, granting him permission. "Of course you can. She is yours now. I'll have a servant bring you her clothes later, and maybe something to eat, for she hasn't eaten in a couple of days."

"Thank you, father." Faramir said simply, bowing his head reverently and then gesturing for the girl to get up. "Follow me."

Kreshen stood up, walking into the corridor and then into the courtyard.

Apparently the man was leading her into the tower, for he entered another door and climbed many stairs.

The girl was trying to understand what were his intentions, to see if he was to be good to her, but his eyes were unreadable, and his manners had just been polite.

Faramir eventually halted in front of a huge door, identical to the one on the other side of the corridor and made of carved lebethron, a black and extremely valuable gondorian wood. He opened it, and stepped aside to allow the girl to enter the room. Which happened to be an almost shamefully luxurious bedchamber. The walls were entirely made of carved marble, scattered here and there with the finest tapestries, while curtains of the same blue velvet of the bed's canopy hung at the windows. The cold stone floor had been overlaid almost completely with seemingly quite expensive carpets, and all the furnishings were made in the same wood of the door.

"You will sleep here with me from now on."

"Yes, master" she told him quietly, slowly walking to the centre of the room, turning to look at him.

Her wrists were still linked, and a lock of hair had fallen on her cheek. Her dress left little to imagination, for her breasts were almost bare, and she felt uncomfortable.

The servants had told her what he was going to do to her, and she had thought that it would be easy just to stay there and pretend that nothing was really happening.

But now that the moment was close, she found herself almost trembling in fear.

"Do not.. call me that" Faramir said gently, sighing. "Please."

For some long, awkward moments he merely stared at her. She was a beauty. A frightened, trembling and quite undressed one, and the very sight moved the young man sooner to tenderness than to lust, as it should have probably been. He walked towards the bed, and once he was sitting on the soft mattress he looked at her again, gesturing for her to sit at his side.

"What is your name?"

Sitting down, she looked at him, and then again she lowered her eyes to the floor.

"Kreshen, milord" she murmured, not knowing what else she could call him.

The mattress was incredibly soft, while her bed at her little home was on the floor. It would have been nice to sleep there with him.

One of the servants had told her that it would be very painful the first time, and that she had to close her eyes and don't move, for her lord would have done all the job.

Faramir would use her body, hurt her and then probably turn his back and drift to sleep.

Sighing softly, she tried to stop her trembling, for she knew that he wouldn't appreciate it.

Faramir placed a hand over hers as if to reassure her, and just then his gaze fell on the thin, shiny mithril chain. Why did they have to handcuff her? Of all things, she certainly didn't seem rebellious or disobedient at all, there was no need to do that. Watching closely, he noticed that the two bracelets were locked, yes, but there was no need for a key. She wouldn't have been able to take them off by herself, but he certainly could. And so he did. A few moments later the first one was removed, and as he was bustling to take the other one off he asked quietly: "So, Kreshen. Where do you come from?"

"A small village in the western Gondor, milord" she answered, raising her eyes to fix them into his.

He had unchained her. With the same gentleness, her hand turned to touch his bigger and soft one, entwining her fingers with his. Just then a little more relaxed, she gave him a little, shy smile.

"Do not be afraid" Faramir said then, returning the smile. "I will see to have you treated as fairly as you deserve. No one will dare to flog you or hurt you as long as you're under my protection."

"I'm…not afraid of…this, milord" she hesitantly answered, gently squeezing his hand.

Then noticing the confused expression on his face, she sighed deeply, averting her gaze.

"It's just that…I've never been with a man before" she murmured. "I'm sorry if I've told you that milord. I'll do everything you'll ask for. I know it's my duty. But…I'm just…scared…"

"I won't hurt you" Faramir replied softly, turning her face towards him with the utmost gentleness. "I do not want to hurt you."

He drew her towards him, all the while looking into her bright eyes, and closed his lips over hers. Quite pleased to notice that she hadn't drawn back or denied him, but instead she had granted access to his tongue at once, Faramir soon deepened the kiss to explore, savour and probe each and every corner of her mouth.

A trembling hand framed Faramir's face after a moment, while they were still kissing.

Kreshen didn't know if she could do it, but that contact was so soft and tender, so reassuring that she couldn't help but continue to caress his noble face and hair.

It couldn't be so bad as the servants had told her. Faramir was too gentle and tender to hurt her.

And she was liking him a whole lot.

His mouth eventually left hers just to travel down her neck and then to her shoulders with a trail of kisses, while he was fumbling to undo the buttons on the back of her dress. He drew back to look at her as he was sliding the garment down her pale shoulders, and he couldn't help but hint a smile at the sight. She was perfect.

"Do not be afraid" he repeated gently, looking into her eyes for a moment and then drooping down to lave the soft curves of her breast with the tip of his tongue.

Kreshen couldn't avoid to moan softly at that contact.

Her body was on fire and she was feeling almost dizzy, sensing a great desire for him.

She had never felt so good, and was completely surrendering at his will, letting him guide her actions, entwining her fingers into his soft, blonde hair.

Already burning with desire for her Faramir stopped only after a few moments, to slip the dress completely off Kreshen and then urge her to lay flat on the bed, as he was hastily removing his clothes. Once on the bed he kissed her almost gently, though, as his right hand made its way down her flat stomach and then in between her legs, in order to ready her for what was to come next.

Her breath was caught in her throat and was released just when his hand grazed her secret spot. It came out as a moan, and she closed her eyes, kissing him back. Her hands clasped the soft sheets, trying to avoid to loose control, but it was an hard task, indeed.

Faramir was pleasuring her as no one else had never done, and she was so confused and satisfied that every coherent thought was quickly slipping out of her mind.

"That's it" Faramir whispered against her lips, "Just let go."

He then resumed his kissing and nibbling, with more urgency this time, without withdrawing his hand at all. It was way too sweet, too intense, too incredibly erotic to feel her moan and tremble like that under his touch to stop.

Soon, Kreshen was panting with lust, moaning softly now and then.

It was the most intense experience of all her life, and even if she knew all too well that it was just sex, and that maybe after that he would have treated her in a bad way. But in that moment nothing else mattered but their bodies.

By then Faramir was panting as well, and unable to restrain himself further. It had been a while since the last time and that, added to the fact that Kreshen was possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, was making him almost frantic with need for her. He suddenly retreated his hand and climbed on top of her, widening her legs with all the gentleness he could muster, looking into her eyes for a moment.

"Tell me if it hurts" he managed to mutter. When moments later he found himself completely sheathed within her he couldn't help but let out a loud moan, as sensations crashed down on him at full force.

The girl had her eyes closed and was holding her breath. It had hurt, and without even noticing, she had scratched his shoulders with her nails.

He was moving slowly inside of her, and if at the beginning the pain was almost unbearable, within minutes it was becoming more and more pleasurable.

She wrapped her legs at his waist, but not embraced him, not knowing if she could do it.

The moderate pace that Faramir had set from the beginning soon wasn't enough anymore. His moans were becoming more and more heated and his shudders fiercer, proportionally to the speed and the depth of his thrusts.

"Come for me." he whispered into her hear when he sensed that Kreshen was very close too, his voice thick and slightly trembling with lust, as he increased the pace even further.

His words sent shocks of pure pleasure down to her body, and sent her over the edge.

Her back arched violently and her head was thrown back into the pillow, moaning helplessly and almost crying out, due to the unbearable sensation that she was experiencing for the first time.

It was only then that Faramir allowed his body to take control over him. Kreshen was still trembling and panting beneath him when he shuddered violently, his head thrown back in sheer ecstasy, and came to release inside her with a long, wanton groan.

Moments later, the girl looked at him. Faramir was still lying on top of her.

"Milord?" she murmured shyly. "I know that I don't deserve it but…could…could you embrace me? Just….for a while?"

Faramir had his head buried between her shoulder and neck, and seemed quite relaxed indeed. Though he didn't raise his head to look at her he complied straightaway, enveloping her in a tight embrace, and sighed contentedly.

"Please do not call me milord" he mumbled then, still unmoving, his voice muffled by Kreshen's soft skin. "Just call me Faramir, when we're alone."

"May…may I touch you, Faramir?" she then asked, sighing contentedly.

"I don't know if it's allowed to…hug you, or even caress you…"

His masculine scent filled the air, and she was dying to hug him back.

This time Faramir did raise his head to look at the girl. "By the Valar" he said softly, staring intently at her. "Of course you can.. you don't have to ask my permission to touch me or to hug me, you don't have to ask my permission to do anything.. at least not when you are with me in this room. I'm not like my father, Kreshen."

"I know you aren't" she finally smiled, raising her hands to frame his face.

"For you've been so sweet and tender with me. The servants had told me that you would have hurt me, and I was so scared. Thank you, Faramir. You've given me the most wonderful moments of all my life".

And with that, she kissed his lips again, tenderly and undemanding this time, all the time caressing his face and hair.

Faramir's kiss matched hers perfectly in tenderness, and even when they lips parted he kept on kissing her cheeks, still holding her tight.

"What's the matter with you?" he chuckled suddenly in between kisses, "All that fuss and now you won't hug me?"

“Of course I want” she chuckled back, immediately enveloping him in a warm embrace, kissing his temple.

Some minutes later, someone knocked at the door, and Kreshen froze in place, looking at Faramir with panic in her eyes.

"Don't fret." he smiled, standing to pick up his leggings and tunic and put the garments on. Then he went to the door and opened to the two young servants who were carrying a large tray with food and beverages and some dresses, obviously destined to the young girl.

When they were left alone again, Kreshen looked at the red mug at the centre of the tray. They had told her that it was a tisane made with particular herbs and that she had to drink it to avoid to carry any children to the Lord Faramir.

Without any words, she drank it immediately, wanting to please Faramir, and just when she had finished she dared to look at the food.

She was starving.

The young man stared at her for some moments, noticing both the hungry look into her eyes and the fact that she was evidently waiting for his permission to eat.

"Go on then" he smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed to keep her company, "Serve yourself. That food's for you."

“Thank you” she smiled back politely, quietly starting to eat some roasted meat.

They had given her some food just the first day, then the other two they had kept her starving to make her consent to accomplish every Faramir's will.

Once finished, she got up, putting the tray away, and quickly coming back to the bed, sitting on the fur's covers.

"Any better now?" Faramir smiled sleepily, rolling onto his side to look at the girl. "Care to hug me again and get some rest with me? I'm afraid I won't be able to stay awake much longer."

Smiling, the girl nodded and immediately settled herself at his side, carefully putting the covers on both to keep them warm, and then positioning her head onto his chest.

Few moments later, they were both sound asleep.