To Capture the Heart of a Warrior

A Room on Fire

The mouth of a Hobbit, reflected Boromir, seemed to be a most remarkable thing. Every time Pippin opened up to his Man’s kisses the small, clever tongue slipped inside Boromir’s mouth to trace and taste and catalogue every crevice, bump and indentation. No matter how many times Pippin did this, each kiss was a foray into a delightful realm filled with taste and texture, with heat and hunger. Each discovery was memorized and revisited, always seeking out every nuance, as if each kiss was the first. Small wonder, then, that Hobbits loved to eat, if all Hobbits had mouths like Pippin possessed. He chuckled to himself at the thought, and Pippin withdrew.

“Why are you laughing, Acushla?” Pippin smiled gently, giving his warrior a tickly little scratch in the whiskers on Boromir’s chin.

“I was just wondering if all halflings——“

“Hobbits,” Pippin corrected with a touch of sauce.

“All right,” Boromir laughed again. “I stand corrected, Poppet. I was wondering if all hobbits have mouths like yours, and if they all kiss with the same enthusiasm they have for eating.”

“I hope you aren’t going to try to find out!” Pippin looked distressed. “You——you aren’t planning on finding out, are you?”

“And with which hobbit may I try to find out?” Boromir teased, one eyebrow arched. “Frodo or Sam? Indeed, I think either would as soon die as lay with another. As for Merry, I am not so foolish as to try. Merry has not the taste for one of his own sex…or have you forgotten that?”

“How could I? Remember, he was the first one I ever fancied, yet he could not return my affections…or my desires.”

“How, then, am I to find out?” Boromir said, a mischievous glitter in his eyes.

“Why, Miriel, of course!” Pippin said with a wolfish grin. “She has lain with more hobbits than any in Minas Tirith! Shall we ask her?”

“Are you suggesting we invite Merry and Miriel to join us? I warn you, I shall only allow it the once. Or have you forgotten how jealous I am?”

“I have not,” Pippin asserted. “Nor should you fool yourself into thinking that I am not just as capable of jealousy. Playing with our friends is one thing, but I will brook little of it. Still, I should think a romp could prove…most stimulating.”

“You are too shy,” Boromir said, once more teasing Pippin. “I recall I was forced to peel you off of me so that you might taste female charms.”

“But that was before,” Pippin said with a feral light in his eyes. “Shall I show you how shy I am now?”

“Oh-ho! Are you so bold, now? Well, we shall see!”

“Do you dare me, then?”

“I do,” Boromir said.

“Shall I get them, then?” Pippin’s face brightened with an endearingly naughty light.

“One thing only will I ask,” Boromir said. His tone got Pippin’s attention straight away. “When I say we do this but once, and only once, I mean it. And when we are done with our playing, I want them to see me make love to you. I want them to see with their own eyes what we are together. Do you understand?”

Pippin laid his hand against Boromir’s cheek. “I do,” he said. “There will never be room for another in my heart, Acushla. Never doubt it. They should see us together. They should have an understanding of us. Our love is like no other. When they see us, they will know.”

Boromir held Pippin gently in his arms a moment, accompanied by a playful kiss. “Once, and only once.” He said.

“Only once,” Pippin agreed.

“Then, my little bold one, go and ask them to join us,” Boromir grinned.

Pippin went to the door, naked as a newborn, and tapped on the door. “Merry? Miriel? Come and have some wine with us, we have a question to ask.”

He skipped back to Boromir, and poured the wine into their cups. Merry opened the door and stepped through it, leading Miriel by one hand. He had slipped his breeches on again, and Miriel once more wore a bed sheet wrapped around her like a flimsy mantle. Pippin handed each of them a cup of wine.

“All right, Pippin,” Merry said. “I know that look. You’ve gotten something into your head, and you won’t rest until it’s out… Why don’t you go ahead and tell us, and then we can have our wine, and then Miriel and I can enjoy ourselves a little longer.”

“Well, Boromir was just wondering if all hobbits have mouths like mine. You know, how we hobbits
love kissing as much as we do eating?”

“And are you planning on trying it with me, Boromir?” Merry said, eyebrow cocked and a wide grin on his face.

“I understand you don’t fancy fellows, Merry,” Boromir replied. “So, Pippin and I decided to ask Miriel, since she has had you both… though not at once.”

“And are you suggesting she try the both of us?” Merry wore a surprisingly rapacious look on his face.

“Only if she so desires,” Boromir said. “You aren’t afraid to do this, are you?”

“Afraid? Afraid of what?”

“Afraid, perhaps, that Pippin may prove to have the greater prowess?”

“Ha! No worries there, my good man,” Merry said, chest puffed out in indignation. “After all, I am not only older and more experienced, I have the advantage, since it’s the ladies I fancy and not the lads.”

“I should think Miriel would be the better judge of that!” Pippin said drolly.

“I don’t know,” Merry said. “I understand that Miriel has shared her affections with the both of you at once, but I have never done anything like that. My own experiences are much more conventional, with just me and a lass.”

“Boromir and I found it great fun,” Pippin said. “I was a little frightened at first, but Boromir and Miriel soon put me at ease.”

“A little, you say?” Boromir grinned. “Don’t let him fool you, Merry. He was terrified. But it did not last, and soon found his footing, so to speak, and quite enjoyed the experience.”

“As did I,” Miriel added, voice suddenly husky with the remembrance. “I must confess, my magnificent Meriadoc, the idea of sharing my bed with you and your cousin with his lover is most pleasurable to think upon. May I say that I think you would enjoy the experience?”

“I suppose it would be fun,” Merry said. “But…what shall we be doing, and to whom shall we be doing it?”

“We shall be doing anything we so fancy,” Pippin said. “So long as all are in agreement, I see nothing wrong it doing it just the once. Do let us give it a try, my Merry? Please?”

“I remember you saying that before, once upon a time,” Merry said wistfully. “That was long before you, Boromir. I have often wondered what would have happened had I given in to your Tookish charms, cousin.”

“So long as you understand,” Boromir said. “This is your one chance to find out, and it will be your last chance as well, I shall not object. Besides, it will give my poppet the chance to get it out of his system, for good and all.”

“But those who enjoy such pleasures seldom plan what they want to do beforehand,” Miriel said. “Why not let us just enjoy ourselves, and whatever happens, then let it be thus.”

“Well,” Merry said, a slow grin brightening his face. “All right, then. I think I shall try this form of passion. Why not, after all, why not, I say. We three gents have come far too close to danger and death. Perhaps it would be well to form a bond in love as well as war.”

“And all the stronger shall our bonds be for it,” Boromir said. “Only one thing do Pippin and I ask in return. When all is done, we wish that Miriel and you, Merry, watch Pippin and I share our most special act of love. It is as thing precious to us, and one we would share only with a precious few.”

“You mean I would get to see what happens when the pair of you…?” Merry said, eyes bright with interest. “I say! I have been very curious about it. Miriel has as well. Well, Miriel? What say you?”

As for Miriel, she simply sipped her wine, gazing coolly at the pair of hobbits and Boromir, all of their eyes filled with curiosity as well as lust. Slowly, she took another sip of wine, and, standing up, let the sheet drop from her shapely form. She dipped a finger in her cup of wine and, tweaking her nipples with a sultry smile, said, “Many and varied are the ways of taking wine, my fine fellows. Shall we drink our fill this night?” She turned and walked back to the doorway of her bedroom. Looking at the trio of lusty males behind her, she said, “Well, I am not going to do it in here! I want to do it in my bed. It is roomy enough for the four of us, seeing as half of us are halflings.”

“Hobbits,” Merry corrected, scrambling up to join her. “I told you, call us hobbits!”

Boromir stood and scooped Pippin up into his arms before his little one had a chance to follow, and carried him into the bedroom, tossing him on the bed with Merry and Miriel. The bed was roomy indeed, with space enough for Miriel and Boromir to stretch out with the pair of hobbits between them.

“Let us start with a kiss on the lips,” Miriel smiled seductively. “Merry first, and then Pippin.”

Merry leaned over her, brushing her cheek with his fingers. He brushed her lips lightly with his own, then eased into a deeper kiss. “How was that?” he asked.

“Delicious,” she said. “And now let me try Pippin.”

Pippin straddled her waist, the more aggressive approach appealing to him since he meant to impress. He dove into the kiss, as warm and driving as a summer sea breeze.

“Oh, my!” Miriel gasped. “How ever am I to decide who is the best kisser?”

“That was not the question, actually,” Boromir said. “The question was, as I recall, do all hobbits have such remarkable mouths.”

“Oh, yes, how silly of me,” she smiled. “But of course, my lips can only tell so much. There are other parts of me which may yield greater knowledge.”

“Me first!” Merry said, quickly scrambling to place himself between Miriel’s parted thighs before Pippin had a chance to respond.

“Well, if you are going to play dirty, then…” Pippin said, raking Miriel’s body with his eyes burning like green coals. He curled up next to Miriel and caressed her full breasts, circling the nipples with a forefinger. Pippin look down the length of Miriel’s body and watched his cousin. Merry was having at her with a will. The muscles of her inner thighs quivered and she let out a low, soft sound. Still watching Merry busily licking and sucking Miriel’s juicy wedge, Pippin bent and took an erect nipple between his lips. Miriel’s body bowed upwards.

“Oh! Oh, Boromir… this is just… oh, yes!” One of her hands found Merry’s head and cradled it, her fingers gently tangled in his curls as she bucked upward. The other hand went to Pippin’s golden-brown mop. “Oh, my, such things they do with their tongues!” Miriel gasped.

Boromir watched her writhing, stroking his shaft, delighting in Miriels’ response. But there were so many possibilities, and Boromir wanted to try some other combinations. “Would you like to have them exchange places?” he suggested.

“Oh, yes, that would be lovely,” Miriel purred.

“As you wish, my big beauty,” Merry said. He moved to Miriels’ other breast, and for long and blissful moments, Miriel had the hungry and talented mouths of two hobbits suckling her nipples. Her slim hands slid down her belly and nested in the hair between her legs, her fingers busily giving herself pleasure. Boromir moved to make himself comfy near her face. She turned her head, seeking his cock with her mouth. Boromir only had to move forward a little to accommodate her. As he entered her eager mouth Boromir moaned, and Miriel moaned more loudly, awash with the sensuality of enjoying three eager males at once. Merry couldn’t tear his eyes away, and stopped sucking her nipple long enough to say, “Good heavens Pippin, I wondered if perhaps Boromir was rather small. I thought that was the only way you could take him. I have a new respect for your sexual prowess, cousin!”

Pippin kissed his way up her neck, dropping light, sensual kisses along her jaw, then plunged his tongue into her mouth along with Boromir’s cock. Boromir groaned loudly. Pippin then moved down and curled up between Miriel’s legs. He parted her flesh with his small, delicate fingers and flicked his tongue around the hard, wet nubbin he found there. Miriel moaned more loudly than ever, now.

“Well, Miriel,” Boromir said. “What say you? Do both hobbits enjoy equal esteem where their mouths are concerned?”

“Oh, aye,” she gasped. “If they are all like this, I should wish I had traveled nearer to them years ago.”

Pippin raised his face, glistening with Miriels’ juices. “Well, now that that question is settled, I have a request, sweet Miriel.”

“Ask of me anything, sweet Sir Peregrin,” she replied.

“Well, I would very much like to see my Acushla mount you,” he said, putting on his most charming countenance. “I want to see what you are like with a man. I want to know if I enjoy it as much as a woman. And, I must confess, as much as I like dining on you lovely Big Folk separately, I should like to sample that delicacy while you are coupling. If it is that wonderful separately, it must be splendid having both at once.”

“Oh, Pippin, you are a naughty thing,” Merry said appreciatively.

“That he is,” Miriel agreed. “And it is a wonderful idea, for I would love to have my magnificent Meriadoc in my mouth while they do it. What say you, Boromir? Long have I longed to feel your considerable gifts inside of me once more. With your sweet Poppet using his mouth on the both of us, I scarce see how it can be anything other than wonderful.”

In answer, Boromir moved away from her mouth, though he was sore put to abandon the talented lips of this woman. Miriel rolled over, supporting herself on hands and knees, glancing eagerly over a soft shoulder. Pippin moved enough to accommodate the new position while Merry reposition himself to enjoy Miriel’s mouth, but waited, obviously wanting to see things get underway in regards to Miriel’s “downstairs”. Boromir slid inside her seamlessly. Miriel’s mouth opened wide, a long and drawn out gasp escaping her as she inhaled deeply, her eyes rolling upward with pleasure, pushing back against Boromir’s thick, long member. Pippin slipped underneath her, and soon his groans of pleasure joined those of Miriel’s as he suckled her. As Boromir drew back, Pippin’s tongue lapped his length as he slid back inside, his tongue continuing upward until it stroked Miriel’s hard little bud wetly and hungrily. Merry, hearing the string of sweet obscenities escaping both Boromir and Miriel, plunged his own shaft into Miriel’s waiting mouth, delighting in the hot, wet roominess of it, so much more accommodating than that of a hobbit lass that he could thrust in as deeply as he wished, and still she would suck him all the harder.

Merry grasped her head, his fingers curled into her raven locks, thrusting demandingly, matching Boromir thrust for thrust. Miriel gripped Merry’s wonderfully round buttocks, pulling him into her mouth, encouraging him to thrust into it faster and harder. Boromir, seeing Merry having at her eager mouth with such fervor, matched him thrust for thrust, pounding into her wet, velvety sweetness harder and faster. Miriel’s body bowed upward violently. She gave a groan that might well have been a loud cry of pure pleasure had Merry not filled her mouth completely. Merry, seeing Miriel fulfill herself, buried his shaft in her mouth until his crotch pressed flush against her swollen, sucking mouth. His member jerked violently. Merry gave a purely animal grunt of one taken with overwhelming pleasure. Boromir, hearing Miriel slurping and gulping Merry’s juices greedily as Pippin plunged his tongue into Miriel’s clenching sex, the talented little tongue digging into the underside of Boromir’s shaft, gripped Miriel around the waist, pounding into her velvety heat. He felt Pippin’s small hand squeeze his testicles gently, rolling them together. Pippin wanted his mouth on the both of them as they came at once, and who was Boromir to deny his Poppet? Boromir let go his self-control, unable to deny his darling what he so obviously wished for. Pippin groaned against their joined sexes as Boromir filled her, gushing inside her in a copious flood, Pippin’s darting tongue and suckling lips drawing their combined fluids into his greedy mouth.

At last, Boromir, weak with the intensity of his fulfillment, pulled out and collapsed on his back. Pippin, however, continued to work Miriel with his mouth, licking, lapping and sucking as much of the mixed juices as he could, until he could no longer taste the mixture. Merry never got the chance to slip out of her mouth. She immediately began sucking him, insisting on yet more of his sweetness. Only when she once more had Merry completely aroused did she pause.

“I want to taste both of these sweet Little Ones at once,” she gasped.

Boromir grinned at having to bodily remove Pippin from Miriel’s crotch. His Poppet had apparently battened onto the little bud of flesh that was the center of a woman’s pleasure. He lifted Pippin in his arms, giving him a sound kissing, tongue deep in Pippin’s hungry mouth as he carried Pippin and laid him gently beside Merry. Pippin suckled on Boromir’s tongue briefly before the kiss broke. Before the cousins had time to position themselves so that Miriel could suck the pair at once, Boromir pushed his own member to her mouth.

“Make me hard again,” he rumbled, voice thick with lust.

Miriel, delighted, grasped him in one hand and guided him into her eager mouth, sucking him fiercely and deeply. As soon as his shaft was firm and hard, he pulled away. She grasped a hobbit shaft in each hand and the cousins moved close together. Miriel pressed their members together tightly, sliding her hand up and down them both for a few moments. Opening her mouth widely, she engulfed both of them in her mouth, wasting no time in taking them as deeply as she could.

“Oh, Pippin” Merry gasped. The feel of you sliding against me… it’s almost as good as her mouth! It’s… it’s like I’m having you and her, all at once.”

Pippin reached for Boromir’s hard member and wrapped his mouth around the head, sucking him hard. He glanced up at Boromir, indicating Merry with his darting eyes, and Boromir knew at once what Pippin wanted. Again, Boromir could deny his Poppet nothing. He placed a hand on the back of Merry’s head and pulled Merry to his crotch irresistibly. Merry hesitated. Miriel began to suck them both harder still, and it was more than Merry could take. With an abandoned groan, he bent is head and had his first taste of the male sex.

Pippin groaned. He allowed Merry to lick and lap Boromir’s shaft, but kept the head of Boromir’s member for himself, suckling noisily. Boromir caressed their curls, then, holding each head firmly, he pulled away and began to plunge his cock first into one mouth, then the other.

Pippin was the first to climax. Merry groaned around Boromir’s shaft, pulling away for a brief moment. “Oh, Pip, oh, that’s so good, yes, I can feel you throbbing against me, so hot and wet, splashing all over me!” He eagerly reclaimed his share of Boromir’s cock with his mouth once more.

Boromir released his hold on their curly heads just long enough to pull Pippin to him. He lifted Pippin in his arms, raising his Poppet up so that he could suck Pippin hard again as Merry now enjoyed Boromir’s shaft, greedily taking all of it for himself. “Make her come again, Poppet,” he growled. Make her come while she sucks Merry, while Merry is sucking me.”

He laid Pippin gently down on the bed. Pippin scrambled eagerly into place. Merry groaned around Boromir’s shaft when Pippin fastened his greedy mouth on Miriels’ sex, suckling her noisily. Miriel responded instantly, whimpering around Merry’s member as Pippin worked her with that talented mouth. Merry knew when Pippin made her come by the way she sucked him down to the base of his cock. Boromir began to thrust into Merry’s mouth, and Merry found he had to suck Boromir as greedily as Miriel sucked Merry’s own shaft. Merry knew he was about to climax, about to flood Miriel’s mouth, and he wanted Boromir to do the same in his own mouth. He grasped Miriel’s head with both hands, thrusting upward into her mouth almost roughly as he took Boromir as deeply as he could. Boromir cried out. Merry felt his shaft swell, and then fill his mouth with salty, musky man-seed. No wonder Pippin so eagerly pleasured his lover! Miriel, knowing Boromir was climaxing, sucked Merry almost painfully hard, and as Merry gulped gush after gush of Boromir’s juices, he emptied himself into Miriels sucking, ravenous mouth.

They collapsed, all four gasping for breath. “Wine!” Miriel said. “I want more… but I must catch my breath.”

“Wine you shall have,” Pippin said, standing on wobbly legs to fetch and pour each of them a restorative cup. “Understand, though, Miriel and Merry. We are not done just yet.”

“And how are we to know when we are done?” Merry asked.

“Why, when my Acushla says so!” Pippin said. “Make no mistake, cousin. Tonight we revel in each other. But once we are finished, we are finished for good and all. My Lord and lover has spoken. After tonight, all revelry between us is put to rest. And then… why then, you and Miriel shall behold the reason why. You shall see what no others have ever seen. For you shall behold the beauty and magic of the love my Acushla and I share, and you shall understand why we do this but once. But until then, let us have our fill of each other.”

“Yes,” Boromir agreed, taking his cup and emptying it in a single gulp. “I think Miriel and I should have a chance to see two hobbits together while we watch. Do the hobbits in question have any objections?”

“Not from me!” Pippin all but chirped.

“No,” Merry said, eyeing his cousin with hungrily. “None from me, either. I hope you are ready, my little Pip, for I have many years to make up for, and but one chance to do so.”

Pippin only grinned and gulped his wine down. “You mustn’t worry that you can never truly love a lad,” he said. “I know you love me in the only way that you can. And I have my Acushla, now. So take all the pleasure of me you wish, without worry of entanglements you cannot sort out. It has all worked out for the best, after all.”

“My little Pippin, all grown up,” Merry said, voice low, laced through with the love he had always born for his little cousin, yet also shot through now with heated passion of desires long deferred. “Yes, it has all worked out for the best. I was always so afraid to do it before, for I knew I could not love you as you wished. But your Boromir has taken care of that, now, and I can at last taste that which I have hungered for so long.”

“Now is your chance,” Pippin grinned. “And my chance, too. Now I can have you without worrying about you breaking my heart, for my Boromir holds my heart firmly in his strong and loving hands, and in his own heart, too. This night is our night, cousin. So if you wish it…then come and take all that you wish to take, and know I willingly give it, and shall do my share of taking as well.”

Merry pulled Pippin into his arms. He looked long into Pippin’s eyes and licked his lips, as if he was starved, and Pippin was some sweet and exotic dish. Merry grasped Pippin more firmly. He bent his head and kissed Pippin long and deeply, waiting until Pippin whimpered with pleasure before he broke the kiss. He gently laid Pippin on his back and lay on top of him, letting his greater weight press Pippin down. “For one night,” Merry growled, “Mine to do with as I please. And since it is but one night, my little Pippin, I have much in mind.”

To be continued