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claudia603Heh. THis is as much as you'll get before I leave. I'm sorry if I've taken your appetite away with this... :-p
Title: Bree Games 8/?
Author: Claudia
Pairing: F/A, F/Vik, F/everyone else
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo goes to Bree to look for Bilbo after he leaves. There are some roads Frodo should never have taken…
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and make no money from them.
Story notes: More fluff… This is probably my ultimate in Frodo filth. Prostitution, graphic sex, other crimes to Tolkien, mpreg? Heh. Not yet, but I’m open to it. I mean, I’m RILLY going to Tolkien Hell for this one.
Bree Games 8
Frodo undressed before going to see Bill Ferny and Kelin. No use having buttons torn from his shirt, which was already beginning to look grubby. He disrobed completely, throwing his clothes on his bed, and he clutched his green cloak around his naked body.
When he entered the room that Kelin had earlier directed him to, the two Men stood eagerly to greet him.
“We were afraid you wouldn’t show,” Kelin said.
“You’re right,” Bill said, turning to Kelin with a lustful smile. “He catches the eye. Different from these Bree hobbits.”
“All ready for us, too.”
Frodo no longer cared if these men wanted to rip him up inside. What did it matter? It was bound to happen eventually now that he was stuck for six months. He clenched his jaw. He could not think about it or he would weep again, and while Men seemed to think it was cute when a full-grown hobbit lost control of his emotions, Frodo found it disgusting and he hated himself for his outburst with Butterbur earlier.
“Well…what shall I do?” Frodo asked in a soft voice.
“His voice melts me inside, too,” Kelin said.
“You can start by this,” Bill said, roughly unbuttoning Frodo’s cloak at his neck and letting the cloak fall, leaving the hobbit utterly vulnerable before them.
Kelin reached down, sweeping Frodo off his feet, carrying him in solidly muscular arms. Frodo went utterly limp. He hoped he could make himself hard for these men because he didn’t want a repeat of what had happened the last time.
Vik, I’ll think about Vik, he thought.
“Shall he be set in between us or should we take turns?” Bill asked as he undressed, panting. Frodo caught the whiff of his unclean skin and wondered how long it had been since he bathed.
“It’s your call,” Kelin said, shrugging. He had already completely disrobed. “I’m paying more, so I say I get him first. Just don’t touch me in any unnatural way, Bill, or you’ll get hurt.”
Frodo was squeezed in between the two men in the middle of the small bed. Hands stroked him everywhere. He shut his eyes, imagining Vik’s strong hands on him. He hardened, and that caused a sigh of delight from Kelin, who let his grubby hand curl around Frodo’s hardness.
Harsh fingers jammed into the cleft of Frodo’s bottom, and he yelped in surprised pain. That only made the men laugh.
Frodo kept his eyes shut. Kelin lost no time rolling on top of him, wrenching open his buttocks, and jamming his own hardness into him. The pain was horrendous, but Frodo told himself that the first time it had seemed unbearable, but then it had suddenly changed to pleasure.
“Come on,” Bill said, and something bumped against Frodo’s lips. Frodo opened his eyes in time for Bill to thrust his member inside the hobbit’s mouth.
“Suck, halfling,” he said.
Frodo swallowed back a gag, and he shut his eyes, again trying desperately to imagine that it was Vik on top of him, Vik thrusting both into his backside and his mouth, and that he was doing this utterly willingly and for free. As long as he kept his eyes shut, he could almost believe, and soon enough, his body began to respond, The hardness inside him hit those pinpricks of blinding pleasure, and just as he had with Falon, he let out weak groans and gasps, which met with vast approval.
“Open those beautiful eyes,” Kelin said, tugging at Frodo’s chin. “Come on.”
Frodo opened his eyes, and Kelin wrapped his hand around Frodo’s hardness as if to anchor himself as he thrust desperately inside Frodo.
“Is he tight?” Bill asked, panting desperately as Frodo’s tongue darted absentmindedlyl around his member. “I know his pretty little mouth is.”
“Unbelievably so,” Kelin said. “And hot, too. Now shut yer mouth!”
Kelin grabbed Frodo’s shoulders and thrust into him so hard that the bed clamored against the wall. Frodo was numb to what he knew would be horrific pain later. He pictured Vik’s face above him-- his kind green eyes, his concern, his low but refined voice. He pictured Vik’s lust as he had watched Frodo pleasure himself.
All these images brought him closer to the edge, and he writhed against Kelin’s weight, panting loudly. Kelin finally released in one harsh grunt, and quickly rolled over on his side, utterly spent. Frodo still had not crested, but neither had Bill. Bill was close, and he was wet from Frodo’s saliva. Grunting like an animal, he took himself out of Frodo’s mouth and replaced Kelin, thrusting up into Frodo’s already widened but very sore hole.
“Oh, sweet, oh, sweet,” he muttered. He slobbered on Frodo’s nipples, letting his tongue wander Frodo’s narrow chest.
Vik…Vik…Vik!
Frodo came with a mighty gasp, and when Bill saw that he was now soaked with hobbit, it brought him to quick conclusion as well. He fell on top of Frodo heaving with pleasure, kissing Frodo’s neck with shocking gentleness. Kelin had slipped into a drunken doze.
TBC
Title: Bree Games 8/?
Author: Claudia
Pairing: F/A, F/Vik, F/everyone else
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo goes to Bree to look for Bilbo after he leaves. There are some roads Frodo should never have taken…
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and make no money from them.
Story notes: More fluff… This is probably my ultimate in Frodo filth. Prostitution, graphic sex, other crimes to Tolkien, mpreg? Heh. Not yet, but I’m open to it. I mean, I’m RILLY going to Tolkien Hell for this one.
Bree Games 8
Frodo undressed before going to see Bill Ferny and Kelin. No use having buttons torn from his shirt, which was already beginning to look grubby. He disrobed completely, throwing his clothes on his bed, and he clutched his green cloak around his naked body.
When he entered the room that Kelin had earlier directed him to, the two Men stood eagerly to greet him.
“We were afraid you wouldn’t show,” Kelin said.
“You’re right,” Bill said, turning to Kelin with a lustful smile. “He catches the eye. Different from these Bree hobbits.”
“All ready for us, too.”
Frodo no longer cared if these men wanted to rip him up inside. What did it matter? It was bound to happen eventually now that he was stuck for six months. He clenched his jaw. He could not think about it or he would weep again, and while Men seemed to think it was cute when a full-grown hobbit lost control of his emotions, Frodo found it disgusting and he hated himself for his outburst with Butterbur earlier.
“Well…what shall I do?” Frodo asked in a soft voice.
“His voice melts me inside, too,” Kelin said.
“You can start by this,” Bill said, roughly unbuttoning Frodo’s cloak at his neck and letting the cloak fall, leaving the hobbit utterly vulnerable before them.
Kelin reached down, sweeping Frodo off his feet, carrying him in solidly muscular arms. Frodo went utterly limp. He hoped he could make himself hard for these men because he didn’t want a repeat of what had happened the last time.
Vik, I’ll think about Vik, he thought.
“Shall he be set in between us or should we take turns?” Bill asked as he undressed, panting. Frodo caught the whiff of his unclean skin and wondered how long it had been since he bathed.
“It’s your call,” Kelin said, shrugging. He had already completely disrobed. “I’m paying more, so I say I get him first. Just don’t touch me in any unnatural way, Bill, or you’ll get hurt.”
Frodo was squeezed in between the two men in the middle of the small bed. Hands stroked him everywhere. He shut his eyes, imagining Vik’s strong hands on him. He hardened, and that caused a sigh of delight from Kelin, who let his grubby hand curl around Frodo’s hardness.
Harsh fingers jammed into the cleft of Frodo’s bottom, and he yelped in surprised pain. That only made the men laugh.
Frodo kept his eyes shut. Kelin lost no time rolling on top of him, wrenching open his buttocks, and jamming his own hardness into him. The pain was horrendous, but Frodo told himself that the first time it had seemed unbearable, but then it had suddenly changed to pleasure.
“Come on,” Bill said, and something bumped against Frodo’s lips. Frodo opened his eyes in time for Bill to thrust his member inside the hobbit’s mouth.
“Suck, halfling,” he said.
Frodo swallowed back a gag, and he shut his eyes, again trying desperately to imagine that it was Vik on top of him, Vik thrusting both into his backside and his mouth, and that he was doing this utterly willingly and for free. As long as he kept his eyes shut, he could almost believe, and soon enough, his body began to respond, The hardness inside him hit those pinpricks of blinding pleasure, and just as he had with Falon, he let out weak groans and gasps, which met with vast approval.
“Open those beautiful eyes,” Kelin said, tugging at Frodo’s chin. “Come on.”
Frodo opened his eyes, and Kelin wrapped his hand around Frodo’s hardness as if to anchor himself as he thrust desperately inside Frodo.
“Is he tight?” Bill asked, panting desperately as Frodo’s tongue darted absentmindedlyl around his member. “I know his pretty little mouth is.”
“Unbelievably so,” Kelin said. “And hot, too. Now shut yer mouth!”
Kelin grabbed Frodo’s shoulders and thrust into him so hard that the bed clamored against the wall. Frodo was numb to what he knew would be horrific pain later. He pictured Vik’s face above him-- his kind green eyes, his concern, his low but refined voice. He pictured Vik’s lust as he had watched Frodo pleasure himself.
All these images brought him closer to the edge, and he writhed against Kelin’s weight, panting loudly. Kelin finally released in one harsh grunt, and quickly rolled over on his side, utterly spent. Frodo still had not crested, but neither had Bill. Bill was close, and he was wet from Frodo’s saliva. Grunting like an animal, he took himself out of Frodo’s mouth and replaced Kelin, thrusting up into Frodo’s already widened but very sore hole.
“Oh, sweet, oh, sweet,” he muttered. He slobbered on Frodo’s nipples, letting his tongue wander Frodo’s narrow chest.
Vik…Vik…Vik!
Frodo came with a mighty gasp, and when Bill saw that he was now soaked with hobbit, it brought him to quick conclusion as well. He fell on top of Frodo heaving with pleasure, kissing Frodo’s neck with shocking gentleness. Kelin had slipped into a drunken doze.
TBC