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Tales Only Whispered (NC-17)

04 April 2004 | 6339 words | Work in Progress

Part IV: Fire

FIRE! FIRE! It was all around me! I felt the roaring heat on my skin. FIRE! The flames were licking at my body, scorching my hair. FIRE! The heat took my breath away. I saw his face above me. Father! The fire! His face split into an evil grin. He poured oil over my naked body. No, Father! I thrashed around trying to free myself but I was unable to. FIRE! Everywhere fire! He pressed me down with his body. Father, please! I can’t breathe! Father, we will burn alive! His grin became more menacingly. His hair was on fire! Father!

We will both burn; his calm voice was clearly audible despite the roaring of the fire. I will never part with you, my child. Father! He kissed me. His lips felt like hot metal as they were pressed on mine. I tired to scream. I couldn’t breathe. The fire, the fire! The weight of my father’s body increased more and more, pressing me down hard on the pyre. Father! His body burnt me more than the surrounding fire. The flames had enclosed us completely now. My child… my Faramir… my Finduilas, you will burn with me. The roaring of his voice was louder than the fire. His body consisted of nothing but flames. Father! FIRE! Father!

I awoke screaming. Sweat covered my whole body. A dream! It was just a nightmare! Is slowly got up and went over to the window. Leaning on the window sill I breathed in the cool night air. My whole body was shaking. I have to go outside.

I wandered through the gardens only clad in my nightshirt and a light coat. The cool night air helped me to relax. But the fire. I couldn’t forget the fire. I grew hot again. My hands wandered over my arms to feel whether there were any burns. It was a nightmare. Just a nightmare, I said to myself. Yet, it was so real. I put a finger on my lips where I still felt my father’s kiss. They felt burning hot and also a little ragged. I shook my head. No, it was a dream. He is not here. He is dead. Dead and gone. He can’t burn you…

What ´s the matter, love? I nearly jumped out of my skin. My king! It’s you! I sighed with relief. Is something wrong my beautiful one? He was always concerned and I loved him for that. No, I …I just couldn’t sleep. Nightmares again? I was never able to conceal something from him. I blushed and hoped he couldn’t see it in the dark. He took my hand. Tell me, my love. I can’t help you when you don’t trust me. I turned away. Everything is just fine, really. You have always been a bad liar. Don’t you know I can feel it when you lie, my beloved? I’m sorry, my king. He wrapped his arms around me, drawing me close. So you tell me then?

I…I dreamt of HIM and of the fire. I heard him draw his breath in sharply. Will this never stop? Will this man never give you peace? Even if he is long dead now? I shrugged. I’m so sorry, my king, it is all my fault, I’m weak… No, he hushed me with a kiss. Nothing is your fault. Don’t you ever think that. You are one of the strongest persons I have ever met, my beautiful love.

He slowly walked me back to the castle. That … that is not the way to my chambers I whispered weakly as we went along a torch lit corridor. Aragorn smiled. You stay with me my beloved, he said gently. But… No bad dreams will disturb you again tonight. Thank you, my king I said in a small voice.

Take off your nightshirt and lay down, he said as we had reached his bedroom. While I did as I was told I brought in a bowl of cold water and a sponge. Come my dear, you are so hot, and sticky with sweat. You have to cool down a little. He wiped my forehead and cheeks with the cool sponge and dribbled a few drops of the cold water between my lips. I liked them away greedily suddenly realizing how thirsty I was. My king noticed this and smiling he handed me a goblet filled with some draught strongly smelling of herbs. Thank you, I managed to whisper. Drink. This will extinct the fire inside your head and your body.

Then he continued to travel across my heated body with his sponge dipping it into the cool water again and again. The cool wetness made my body shiver. Do you like this, my beautiful one? Yes, I mumbled. The draught had made me sleepy. I know something you will like even better. He started to kiss me. First my lips and my throat. His lips went down my chest and my stomach. I moaned softly as he licked my navel. And, do you like it? His mouth went further down. My king, I gasped as he reached my organ. His lips brushed softly over it, kissing it gently before he started licking its tip. My king… Aragorn, I gasped again feeling dizzy from both the sudden sensation of pleasure and the effects of the draught.

Slowly and gently he started sucking my organ. Waves of pleasure flooded my body. Pleasure I never thought I would be able to feel. My king! …My love! The sucking became more intense. I thrust my hips forward. Aragorn! My fingers took a firm hold on his hair as I neared my climax. Aragon… my king, I sighed as I finally came. I panted heavily while I looked at my lover. He dipped his sponge again into the cool water and cleaned me up. So, no more dreams about fire now, my beloved one. I nodded smiling.

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