Conquering Dol Amroth

Posted: April 2004
Title: Conquering Dol Amroth
Author: LadyHawksShadow
Type: FCS
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Boromir/Imrahil/Faramir
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. I do not profit from this story.
Special Warnings: M/M Slash. Incest.
Beta: Larian Elensar
Author's Note: I told you Uncle Imrahil was my latest obsession.

Summary: Boromir and Faramir visit their uncle in Dol Amroth.

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"You want to know, don't you? But you fear to ask." Boromir spoke conversationally, but his eyes gleamed.

Imrahil's gray eyes, so similar to Boromir's, widened and he shook his head negatively even as his mind screamed yes. Voyeurism, he thought, that is what this is. "Some things should remain private."

"Like your lust for Faramir?"

Faramir pursed his lips and glared at his brother and said angrily. "You have no right to speak to Prince Imrahil that way."

Imrahil felt his face pale. Of course Boromir would have seen the glances he cast at Faramir. Could Faramir have seen the looks he cast towards Boromir? "You mistake genuine affection for lust."

Boromir snickered. "I bet you'd like to kiss him."

"Boromir," this time Faramir raised his voice and came to his feet with a scowl on his face.

"Come, Faramir, you know as well as I do that Imrahil has harbored less than innocent thoughts all evening. You and I fascinate him, I think." Boromir rose gracefully to his feet. "You do want to know don't you?" He moved forward, like a predator casually assessing its prey. "You want to know what it is like to kiss him. You imagine what we look like, naked, writhing in each other's arms. You wonder..."

If raw silk had a voice, it would sound like Boromir, thought Imrahil wildly. He stood rooted like a plant while Boromir paced ever closer.

"Perhaps, you would enjoy my kisses, instead?"

Suddenly Faramir was between Imrahil and those piercing gray eyes and that silky-raw voice and Imrahil was able to breathe again. "Stop this," warned Faramir one last time.

Boromir drew away and his mouth turned up at the corners, dimpling his cheeks beneath his blond beard. "I am sorry for causing you so much embarrassment. I was merely jesting with you."

Imrahil stared openly at Boromir. He felt exposed and violated in a way that was simply not possible, as though Boromir had stripped his most private thoughts from his head. He tried to draw upon anger to gather the shreds of his dignity and failed. All he could think about was how it would feel to kiss those lips, touch those lithe, strong warriors' bodies. He wanted to lay naked between them, writhing, and moaning with need. His face grew heated as he realized that the direction of his thoughts had brought a different sort of physical reaction.

Faramir turned from Boromir and placed his hand on Imrahil's shoulder. "Forgive us. We have been poor guests and abused your hospitality."

"Have we?" Boromir mouthed silently behind Faramir's back.

Imrahil opened his mouth to speak, but unexpectedly found himself clutching an armful of Faramir as Boromir shoved his brother from behind. Faramir grunted as he stumbled into Imrahil and felt his uncle's cock pressed against his thigh. He immediately stepped back and found that he was pinned between his brother and his uncle.

Imrahil, too, was pinned, between the brothers before him and the fire at his back. His own lust warred with propriety, and some fear, and he did not know what to do with his hands. Boromir and Faramir were packed tightly together and Boromir reached his hands around Faramir's waist. At first, Imrahil thought he would pull Faramir back into an embrace, but the long arms just kept coming forward and before Imrahil knew it, the captain-general's fingers tangled in his robe and he was drawn forward. His feet moved, though he did not will them to, and he found himself again pressed against Faramir.

Faramir could feel Boromir's heat pressing against his back, felt the sharp thrusting of his engorged cock pressing against his cheeks. His body responded, as it all ways did, to his brother's advances. He could also feel Imrahil and that made him nervous and excited at the same time. Was Boromir right? He had all ways considered himself a good judge of men, but Imrahil was difficult to read. Faramir lifted his chin and his gaze bore into Imrahil's. Cautiously, he leaned forward until his lips were a breath away from Imrahil's. He watched as Imrahil's eyes darkened and his lips parted slightly.

Someone groaned and Imrahil wondered if it was he or one of the brothers when Faramir's lips touched his. As Faramir's tongue slipped past his lips, he decided he did not care. Arms locked around his neck, holding him in place while his mouth was thoroughly plundered. His member stirred anew and this time he was not embarrassed by it. He released his grip on his robe and grasped Faramir by the hips and pushed against him, grinding their bodies together.

"That's right, hold him close and taste fully of his sweetness." Boromir crooned softly as the pair continued to kiss. He lifted Faramir's tunic and rubbed himself against the firm bottom. His hands he placed over Imrahil's and guided upwards, slithering beneath the formal silk tunic until they encountered hot skin.

Faramir pulled his mouth from Imrahil's and tilted back his head, turning it slightly. His eyes were heavily lidded and his lips swollen. He offered his lips to Boromir, who did not refuse him. Instead, he locked his hand high on Faramir's throat and forced his mouth open even wider, grinding their lips together, thrusting his tongue in and out of Faramir's mouth in an imitation of things he would do later. Faramir trembled at the assault upon his senses. Hands roamed over his bare chest, ruffling the light hairs trailing up his stomach. Warm fingers found and pinched his nipples and he moaned into Boromir's mouth.

Reaching up and around, Boromir unlaced his brother's heavily embroidered formal tunic and pulled it open from collar to hem. He laid his hands over Imrahil's, guiding him over the hot skin. He moved his head so that he was able to capture Faramir's ear and sucked it roughly.

Soft hair tickled his palms as Imrahil lightly stroked his hands over Faramir's chest. His palms moved over pebbled nipples and he paused to allow his fingers to circle the distended nubs before pinching and twirling them. Faramir's breath hitched and his eyes closed. Tilting his head, Imrahil touched his tongue to the sensitive disk and felt a shudder run through Faramir and his own body responded in kind. He laved it with his tongue, slowly circling the peaked disk and then drawing it between his teeth. Someone tangled their hands in his hair and pushed him harder to Faramir's muscular chest. A knee snaked up between his thighs and brushed against his cock and he growled.

Boromir kissed his brother's neck, sucking and biting the tender flesh as his hands caressed Imrahil's soft hair. He felt Faramir's cheeks pressing harder against his straining erection and he ground his hips forward, feeling the smooth mounds clench. He slipped his hands to Imrahil's broad shoulders and massaged them even as he pressed down, forcing his uncle lower. He chuckled softly as Faramir hissed.

The weight on his shoulders encouraged Imrahil to move lower and his tongue danced over Faramir's hot skin as he kissed his way down to the perfectly round navel. As he sank to his knees, the leg between his legs dragged slowly upwards, caressing his sac, before hooking behind his hips. He paused, kissed the indention, and then stuck his tongue deeply. The further in he pushed his tongue, the more deeply Faramir sucked in his breath so that Imrahil literally chased the small inner nub, He brushed his tongue over it, felt his nephew tremble, and then fiercely wriggled his tongue.

Faramir wrenched his head around so that he could stare down at Imrahil, who was on his knees before him. Imrahil's face was buried against his abdomen while his wicked, hot tongue danced inside his navel and sent shockwaves down to his aching groin. He longed to feel that wet heat on his cock and reached down to unlace his leggings.

Imrahil felt Faramir's hands beneath his chin, heard the silk cords slither loose, and the fine linen material rustle as Faramir released his straining cock. The member bobbed gently against his throat and Imrahil settled on his knees. Taking the long, smooth cock between his palms, he slowly ran his hands up and down a few times, feeling the way the hard muscles beneath the soft skin rippled at his touch. He put his lips against the thick head and tasted Faramir's essence. His tongue darted out and flickered over the small slit as his hands continued to stroke forward and back.

Faramir rolled his head on his brother's shoulder as his uncle teased and licked his cock. His knees trembled and he used Boromir for support while his hands fisted in Imrahil's hair. Meanwhile, Boromir nuzzled his throat again, sucking and biting unmercifully as he ground his brother's ass. From the corner of his eye, he watched as Imrahil opened his mouth wide and slowly engulfed Faramir's shaft and he heard his brother moan.

"Some of us have on too much clothing," Boromir said as he stepped away from Faramir.

Faramir looked down at himself. "I believe you refer to Imrahil and yourself." Reaching down, he helped his uncle to his feet. "Let us help you, uncle."

Boromir and Faramir each stood on one side of Imrahil and began divesting him of his layers of clothing. First, the robe fell away and was kicked to the side. Then his light under tunic was peeled open and two heads bent forward and two mouths latched on to Imrahil's nipples and began suck and biting the swollen nubs. Imrahil ground his teeth together at the dual, yet different, sensations. Faramir gently suckled and teased with his tongue and teeth while Boromir aggressively clamped his teeth over the brown disk and worried it with his tongue. A set of hands unlaced Imrahil's thin leggings and they fell away from his hips and pooled over his slippers. Another set of hands caressed his buttocks, slipping along crack, and kneading them. Faramir began kissing down his uncle's chest, making sure to repay his uncle for his lavish treatment as he knelt down and circled the small indentation in Imrahil's stomach with his tongue. Then Faramir took his uncle's cock deep into his mouth and began sliding it in and out of his mouth.

Boromir lifted his head at last from Imrahil's chest and moved around behind him. He pressed his hips against his uncle's bare backside and thrust forward, pushing Imrahil deep into Faramir's mouth. The three men groaned in unison.

Imrahil felt Boromir's beard graze his skin as the captain-general kissed his way down Imrahil's spine until he reached the cleft between his cheeks. The hot tongue swiped up and down in long, languid strokes until Imrahil bent forward and balanced himself on Faramir's shoulders. Slowly, Boromir pulled his nether cheeks apart and wriggled his tongue against the exposed opening. At Imrahil's small gasp, Boromir abraded the tender inner skin with his neatly trimmed beard even as his tongue curled and pushed against the puckered guardian muscle. Instinctively, Imrahil's muscles clenched against the invasion as the slick tongue slithered and wriggled deeper. Imrahil panted as though he had run all the way from Minas Tirith as tremor after tremor went through his body.

The tongue in his tiny hole withdrew at the same time as Faramir released his cock and Imrahil staggered. Glancing around, he saw Boromir sitting back on his haunches and rubbing himself through his leggings. Faramir's eyes glowed as he watched his brother.

The deep gray eyes peeled open and stared first at Faramir and then at Imrahil. "Is your curiosity so easily satisfied, uncle?"

"Nay, Boromir, it is not." So saying, Imrahil knelt down between Boromir's knees and unlaced the breeches. Boromir leaned his head completely back and braced himself on his palms, giving Imrahil permission to do as he would. The prince worked Boromir's cock loose and stroked it, mentally comparing Faramir with Boromir. Faramir's cock had been long and slender with the head only slightly purpled. On the other hand, Boromir was thick and pulsed darkly. The swollen head was nearly red as were his tightly drawn balls.
Bending forward, Imrahil took Boromir to the back of his throat and hummed lightly as he greedily sucked.

Faramir rubbed Imrahil's ass for a moment, watching over his uncle's shoulder as Boromir's face flushed and his full lips parted. Imrahil's head bobbed up and down on his nephew's lap and both of them groaned softly. Reaching between his uncle's legs, he took the dripping cock in his hand and pumped it deliberately, noting absently how the dark-tinged skin of his sac stretched with each stroke.

"My brother is wicked, uncle, and his tastes are sometimes extreme," said Faramir conversationally. "For instance, he enjoys doing this." Faramir bent his head down and demonstrated 'this' with great aptitude. His beard and mustache scraped Imrahil's inner thighs as he suckled the drawn sac. He felt Imrahil tremble and heard the soft keening. He continued his demonstration for a few moments before releasing it with a soft plop. "Perhaps that is not to your liking. Is this better?" He parted Imrahil's cheeks and stuck is tongue exactly where Boromir's tongue had been. Unlike Boromir's gentle invasion, Faramir's was a brutal assault.

Imrahil gasped as the tongue plunged into him and teeth ground against the exposed ring. Faramir thrust in and wriggled his tongue violently and then withdrew it all the way out before plunging it deeply again. The assault was painless but startlingly thorough and within minutes, Imrahil was moaning continuously and pressing back against Faramir's face. Faramir lifted his head and sank his teeth into one of Imrahil's cheeks and laughed softly when his uncle whimpered.

Imrahil lifted his head and gasped for breath. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his lips were swollen and bright pink. Boromir scrambled away and stripped off the last of his clothes while Faramir stroked his uncle's back.

"Come," said Boromir as he glanced over at a stuffed bench with a speculative expression on his face. Bending down, he took Faramir and Imrahil by the hand and led them towards the chair.

Imrahil was too puzzled to offer any resistance, but Faramir grinned impishly, as if he knew what to expect.

"The question remains, who shall sit where." Faramir observed as he reached over and stroked his brother's cock.

Eyeing the bench with dawning comprehension, Imrahil gulped. He turned to Faramir and then to Boromir and tried to imagine being taken by either of them. His cock twitched violently and pre-cum splattered his thighs. Both had equal appeal.

Boromir solved the puzzle by seating himself on the bench with his legs hanging over either side. He patted his lap. "Next?"

Faramir shoved Imrahil from behind. "Our uncle is the most prepared."

Imrahil staggered forward and then gingerly climbed onto Boromir's thighs. He saw Faramir move behind him and his muscles instantly clinched.

Faramir laughed and kissed his back. "I'm only guiding you, uncle."

Warm breath fanned his skin and Imrahil relaxed when he realized he had over reacted. He settled slowly, allowing Faramir to guide him until he felt Boromir's cock touch his entrance. His muscles again clenched and he took several deep, calming breaths. Hissing loudly, he pushed down; forcing the thick cock inside his body while Faramir stroked and kissed his back. Boromir watched him through hooded eyes, letting his uncle establish his own pace. Imrahil held Boromir's shoulders and he allowed his weight to settle more firmly. He felt filled and stretched beyond anything he'd previously encountered and it took him several moments to adjust to the invasion.

Faramir moved to stand behind Boromir and slowly pulled him backwards. He leaned down and kissed his brother deeply before shifting so that his cock dangled over Boromir's eager mouth. He stretched himself out until his was able to capture Imrahil's cock between his lips and flicked his tongue over the head.

Closing his eyes, Imrahil slowly began to rock back and forth. His balls pressed against Boromir's lower belly and the soft hair tickled him slightly. Hand clutched his hips, encouraging him as he moved. Faramir's hair brushed the tops of his thighs.

Boromir encouraged his brother to push all the way to the back of his throat and he willingly swallowed all Faramir had to offer. His hands moved up to caress the twin globes and then slipped between them to caress the puckered opening. One long finger penetrated the opening and Faramir's hips hitched. Imrahil slowly rode his cock, rocking backwards and forwards, in an easy rhythm that was slowly driving him insane. He lifted his hips, pushing deeper inside Imrahil and heard a surprised grunt and knew he would not be faced with the slow torture much longer.

The tiny gland in his body responded to the pressure of Boromir's cock and Imrahil growled as pleasure exploded throughout his body. He desperately wanted to move, but Faramir kept him pinned neatly in place. Barring the pace he really wanted, Imrahil contented himself by increasing the rocking motion.

Faramir struggled to breathe as the assault on his cock and ass continued and he tried to keep pace with his uncle. He raised his head and placed his hand over Imrahil's cock and began pumping up and down in time to Imrahil's rocking. Realizing he was free to move at will, Imrahil dug his feet against the floor and started bouncing up and down, grinding his ass against Boromir's thighs and forcing the cock as deeply as possible. Each thrust sent him reeling as his nerve center was hit over and over. He threw back his head and led out a long wail as Faramir's calloused thumb stroked over the head of his cock. Warm air fanned his member as Faramir hissed his own pleasure.

Boromir lifted his head, swallowing all of his brother's cock as he inserted a second, and then a third finger, into the tight channel. He curled his fingers just so and Faramir yelped. His own cock slid easily in and out of Imrahil as his uncle continued to ride him hard and fast. The tightness surrounding him was unbearable and he moaned, sending little shivers of pleasure racing up Faramir's spine.

Suddenly, Imrahil keened loudly and went rigid, pressing down hard on Boromir as cum jetted from his slit into Faramir's face. His nephew kept stroking him, smearing the essence over his hand. Boromir felt the muscles squeeze him and shoved his hips up one last time as his seed spurted deep into Imrahil's passage. He groaned loudly, pressing his fingers deeper into Faramir as his body shuddered to completion. Soon after, his mouth was filled with Faramir's creamy essence and his brother cried out as his body stiffened.

They stayed where they were for a moment, trembling with aftershock and panting from exertion. Faramir was the first to move and he slipped backwards from the bench. Imrahil shifted as Boromir's softening cock slipped from his hole and allowed Boromir to sit up.

Seeing his brother's face covered in Imrahil's cum, Boromir licked his lips. Reaching up, he trailed his fingers over Faramir's cheek, then, he brought his finger to his lips and tasted Imrahil. "I was in the wrong position," he mused after he'd licked his finger.

Faramir cast him a sidelong glance. "Then I shall be on bottom this time."

"This time?" Imrahil sat up straighter and looked at the younger men.

"Surely, uncle, you curiosity is not so easily satisfied?" Faramir repeated Boromir's earlier question.

"Nay, it is not," replied the elder man indignantly. "What I meant was, why do you get to be on bottom this time?"

Boromir laughed. "So much for my conquest."

Imrahil sniffed. "Dol Amroth has never been conquered."

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THE END

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