"I've been watching you."
I glanced over my shoulder at the sound of his voice, a slight crease of annoyance appearing between my eyes as I saw him walking toward me. As if I had not already known that he constantly stared in my direction. He had done so for the past week, ever since I had first come to Edoras to assist in tending the horses, and had already made several attempts to offer me his "company", only to be rebuffed by me each time.
It mattered not to me that he was the Third Marshal of the Riddermark, nor that he was tall, strong, and handsome, nor that his uncle was the King of Rohan himself. All that mattered was that Eomer, son of Eomund, was arrogant, unmannered, and spoiled.
I turned my mind back to my work, which was distributing feed from the huge feed bin into seperate buckets to be brought to each one of the horses. There were ten stable buildings on this side of the City, each housing twenty horses apiece. And I was responsible for this stable, and the one next to it. All forty horses were fed twice a day when not out on duty, and I took great pleasure in this work, for I was very fond of horses.
I grew so engrossed in my routine that I had forgotten that Eomer had entered the stable until I heard a loud ratcheting sound and the room suddenly grew darker. There was a loud bang, and now the only light filtered through the high windows that ran along the top of the walls, just below the beams of the roof. I spun around to see that the large door to the stable had been closed, and then there was a dull thud as the locking beam was put into place. I heard footsteps approach, and my heart began to beat faster as I saw Eomer walking toward me again. He stopped a few paces away, his eyes dancing.
"Lord Eomer," I said in a low voice, trying desperately to keep my temper under control while at the same time feeling very uneasy at this new situation. This was the first time he had accosted me in a place that offered no escape nor any witnesses. "I am trying to work. If you warriors of the Riddermark value the health and happiness of your steeds as much as you are rumored to, then delaying the work of one who brings them their feed is not a good idea."
Eomer smiled......not a completely pleasant smile. But despite this, and my own uneasiness and irritation, I had to admit again that he was a very handsome man. The front part of his hair, which he normally tied back to keep it off his face when he rode outside the city, was now loose, and his entire mane of golden locks fell down around his shoulders. He was dressed simply in a loose, light-colored silk tunic and dark leggings, and his piercing hazel eyes gazed at me, sparkling slightly with amusement and.......of course......desire.
"I am quite certain that our horses will be content to eat hay for an hour or so," he said breezily, moving closer to me, causing me to back up involuntarily. He continued to advance upon me, watching me as I moved back with every step forward he took, my uneasiness plainly showing now, I was sure, but I was unable to conceal it all the same. "Or perhaps longer. I know not if an hour will be sufficient to do what I wish to do."
"And what would that be, my Lord?" I asked, stalling for time as my eyes darted around the large room, trying to see if some escape route was visible. As I scanned the stable, I was alarmed to feel a hard piece of wood suddenly bump my back. I realized I had backed up into the low railing that ran between the two sides of the stables, and the only way I could move now was either sideways, or straight ahead.
"Oh, I think you know, " Eomer said quietly, moving forward to stand directly in front of me. "I have told you often enough this past week what I desire of you, have I not? I believe I have made my intentions more than plain. Now, my dear, you are going to give me what I wish."
"A bit sure of yourself, are you not, my Lord?" I asked bitterly, my anger overtaking my uneasiness. "It is not wise for men of battle to become too overconfident, for it will frequently bring ill upon them."
"Not this time, I do not believe," Eomer said, his eyes sweeping over my body in a lecherous way that almost made me want to cover myself with something even though I was already fully dressed. His bright eyes looked as though they could see right through my clothing. "This time, you will submit to me."
"I think not, my Lord," I said, my anger increasing. This was old news. He had played this game so many times it was becoming quite wearying. "Now I respectfully suggest you take your unwanted attentions elsewhere, for I have more important matters to attend to."
Suddenly, Eomer had closed the small gap between us and had reached toward me, snatching up a fistful of my long dark hair and twisting his hand painfully in it, yanking my head forward until I was staring straight into his eyes. Then he whispered, "Yes, you do have more important matters to attend to, my dear. Namely, you will remove this pretty little frock of yours, and you will spread your legs for me like the stable whore that you are. Am I understood?"
All my rage suddenly seethed to the surface as his crude words combined with the pain from my pulled hair. Before I knew what I was doing, my hand had flashed out, and the sound of my palm striking the side of his face was loud in the relative quiet of the stables. A horse snorted in surprise at the sudden sound, then all was silence.
I could scarce believe what I had done. My heart pounded as I waited to see what he would do. Slowly, ever so slowly, he turned his head back to face me, a hellish gleam in his eye that both chilled me to the bone, and made a strange sort of heat flare within me simultaneously. I was both ashamed and annoyed to find that I felt moisture starting between my legs at the sight of his eyes right now. He looked wild, untamed, his long hair in total disarray around his face.
Slowly, he lifted his hand to touch his cheek that I had slapped, then he said in a low, almost caressing tone, "Good........Very good. Put up a fight. It will only make it better." Before I could open my mouth to speak, either to offer resistance or apologies, I found the hand within my hair tightened again, while simultaneously, his other hand reached behind me to grab both of my wrists together in one of his large hands, trapping my hands against my lower back. Then he dragged my head forward once more to plant a rough, brutal kiss to my lips.
I could manage no more sound than a squeak of protest as I twisted my body madly, trying to break free of his mouth. But he held me in an iron grip, and his mouth worked over mine with a vicious ferocity, forcing his tongue inside and devouring my lips as if he were trying to eat me.
My struggles weakened the longer the kiss went on. For one, the intensity of the kiss made it hard to breathe, and secondly, I was quite shocked to find that I was enjoying this treatment. It could not be. It was degrading, it was crude.........but at the same time, it was also quite stimulating. I found my body relaxing a bit as the kiss went on.
He broke the kiss and looked quite pleased as he smiled at me. "There now.......You see? I knew you had it in you to enjoy this."
Trying to steady my swirling mind and retain some of my dignity, I looked him full in the face as I said, "I do not enjoy this. I am merely tolerating it, for you are leaving me no choice. I submitted to a kiss, but no more."
"Oh, there shall be more," Eomer assured me. He pressed his body against mine, and leaned in to give a quick, teasing bite to the side of my neck, causing me to stiffen and hiss in breath through my clenched teeth at the sudden small pain. "And do not try to pretend that you are not finding any stimulation in this, my dear. For your body betrays your words."
"I know not what you speak of," I insisted, still trying to hang on to my quickly unravelling resolve. I gasped as my skirt was rudely pushed up and his hand groped greedily up my legs. I pressed my thighs together as tightly as I could, but he was able to easily force them apart, keeping his eyes on my face the entire time to gauge my reactions. His smile broadened as his hand encountered the wet evidence of my arousal.
"You know not of what I speak?" Eomer repeated my statement back at me in a mocking tone. He suddenly stroked his fingers along the burning crease of my womanhood, causing my legs to tremble and an involuntary whimper to come from my throat. "This is what I speak of, my dear. Now are you going to continue to insist that you do not want this? For as I said, your body betrays you."
I hung my head in shame, realizing he was right. Although my mind fought against this, my body was shamelessly proving me to be a liar. Even now, as I felt my own hypocrisy and loathed myself for being so weak, I was appalled to find that my hips were actually moving forward, pressing more firmly against his hand between my legs, seeking greater contact. It was at that moment that I knew I had lost this struggle. But still, I could not allow myself to meekly lay down and let this man take me. I would fight him to the end, if needs be.
My own expression now grew hard as I lifted my head to look at him, saying, "That may be so, my Lord........But all the same, I will not make this easy for you."
I saw his eyes flash with excitement, and he licked his lips thoughtfully as he said in a deceptively gentle tone, "I would not have it any other way, my dear." With that, he suddenly seized me roughly by the upper arms and threw me down into the loose pile of hay that stood by the railing. I barely had time to register what had happened before he was kneeling over me, straddling my hips as he pinned my arms up over my head. He then reached beside me to grasp a long leather rein that had been hanging over the railing. He now used this rein to bind my hands together, then he tied the free end of the rein to the support beam of the railing that was right behind my head. I was caught and at his mercy. I pulled ineffectually at my bonds, but the knots were expertly tied and had no give to them at all.
Eomer looked down at me, quiet for a moment, admiring his handiwork with glittering eyes. Then he leaned forward to take my mouth in another brief, bruising kiss. He pulled away abruptly, his eyes growing wild again as he growled, "You look quite lovely bound so. I could get used to this."
"Please spare me your backwards compliments, my Lord," I said, still trying to remain halfway dignified despite my current position. "I suppose now you will rape me? If so, get on with it, then, for I still have much work to do."
Eomer looked at me with pained expression that I could almost take as sincere if not for the impish gleam in his eyes. "Now, what sort of an uncouth ruffian do you take me for?" With that, he suddenly grabbed hold of the front of my dress in both hands and with one mighty pull, tore the entire thing in half. I gasped in shock. Now my entire body was revealed to him, and I trembled and averted my gaze, feeling a hot flush coming to my cheeks. However, he reached out to clasp my chin and turn my face back to look at him. With his other hand, he began to stroke along my naked flesh, causing my flush to deepen, but at the same time, causing an almost helpless arousal to burn within me.
"Of course I will not rape you," Eomer said quietly. "For you want this as much as I do. It is useless to pretend you do not, my dear." As he spoke, he began to remove his own clothing. I felt my tongue dart out to lick my lips as his body was slowly revealed to me for the first time. It was a magnificent body indeed that was being unveiled before my eyes. He was powerfully built, with a broad chest and upper arms rippling with muscle. And as he removed his leggings, I saw that his erection was quite impressively sized as it rose between thighs that were conditioned from a lifetime of riding horses day in and day out. The flush that had infused my face now seemed to flow through my entire body, and I knew that I did want this. I wanted him. I wanted him terribly. The helplessness of my situation only seemed to increase my desire.
Now he came to me, again kneeling before me in the hay as he lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He then leaned forward to nip at my neck and shoulders with his teeth again, causing small sparks of pleasurable pain to ignite with each contact, making me gasp. Then, without warning, he suddenly pushed his hips forward, impaling me fully with his thick shaft. A combined cry burst from both of us at his abrupt entrance.
Eomer did not pause, but gritted his teeth as he began to thrust into me with hard, yet rhythmic motions. I pulled madly at my restraints as my body was so completely invaded. He was making it hurt........but it was a sweet pain indeed. I twisted and writhed beneath him, my throat straining to hold in the vocal proofs of my enjoyment, unwilling yet to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I liked this......liked it immensely. No man had ever taken me with such will, such abandon.......and it thrilled me to my very core.
As he shifted his position slightly, causing his plunging manhood to enter me at a slightly different, even deeper angle, I could be silent no longer. A harsh gasp was followed by a loud groan, the sound so completely wanton that it could not be mistaken for anything but a sound of pure pleasure.
Hearing this, Eomer smiled triumphantly, never stopping the harsh movements of his hips as he leaned down to run his open mouth down the side of my neck, panting in my ear, "That's it.........That's the passion I saw in you. Let it out, my dear. Come on." He punctuated these words with a brutally sharp thrust into me, causing my back to arch and a gasping cry to escape my throat.
"Come on," he growled between his clenched teeth, and thrust in again, even harder, causing me arch even higher, and my cry to increase in volume.
"Come on!" he almost shouted, thrusting in forcefully a third time. And this time, my body was shattered as an orgasm of unimaginable proportions blasted through me. My hips rose to meet his, my body shuddered uncontrollably, and I found myself not only vocally displaying my pleasure.......but in a way that I never thought I would.
I didn't gasp.......I didn't moan........I didn't cry out........What came from my throat during that mind-blowing climax was a full-fledged scream. And not just an incoherent scream either. I actually screamed out Eomer's name.......repeatedly. It was as though a spell had been put upon me, so that all I could feel was pleasure, and all I could speak was the name of this man that caused such exquisite sensations to erupt within me. As the brunt of my climax began to slowly drain off, leaving warm bliss in its wake, I looked at my new lover with glazed eyes.
Eomer, meanwhile, had slowed his brutal plundering of my body, now thrusting into me almost tenderly as he obviously reveled in the reactions he had caused in me. He reached up and began to free my wrists from their leather bonds, saying, "I think you have earned the right to have your hands free now, my dear."
I slowly moved my aching arms forward, stroking his strong shoulders and then reaching up to plunge into the shimmering flaxen waterfall of his hair, pulling his face down to me for a long, sensual kiss. The last rebellious part of my brain ranted at me, asking me what I thought I was doing. Did I become so weak after experiencing one earth-shattering orgasm? Yes........apparently so, was all I could reply to myself, as I busily feasted on the eagerly responding mouth pressed against mine.
"Mmm........." Eomer murmured in between kisses. "See what you have been resisting all this time? You could have had this so much sooner than this, my dear. Would you like some more?"
I was too busy trying to crawl inside his mouth to answer, but the desperate whimpering sounds I was making in my throat were evidently answer enough. He chuckled deep in his throat, obviously acknowledging what I already knew. He had me, completely and utterly. I had surrendered to him. However, Eomer was not content with just mere surrender. He gave one last slow thrust into me, then backed his hips off, withdrawing completely from my body with the tip of his erection just poised at my entrance.
My eyes flew open and I broke off from kissing him. I whimpered again, louder, at the sudden loss. After being so thoroughly filled, this abrupt emptiness was almost unbearable. I strained my hips toward his, trying to impale myself on his length again, to no avail. He carefully held himself just out of range, smiling down at me.
"Is there something you want of me, my dear?" he asked with a wicked innocence. His hazel eyes dark with lust and excitement as he watched me squirm beneath him.
I knew exactly what he wanted me to do, but I could not allow myself to do it. I still had to retain that last small shred of dignity. He had won out over me in every other respect. Through some sort of devilry I was not in a position to explain, the massive orgasm I had experienced mere minutes ago had served to only increase my carnal need and hunger instead of sating it. I wanted him so badly I could have wept, but I could not.......would not........degrade myself before him in the way he wanted. I bit my bottom lip and tried to still my raging body, trembling with the effort.
Eomer's smile broadened as he watched me struggle within myself. "Such pride.......You still think you have a chance of winning against me, my dear? I am afraid you will find that you are quite mistaken." With that I felt his hand slip between my thighs and start to tease that small nub of pleasure there, never stimulating it enough to bring me over the edge. My hips bucked wildly and my teeth were almost cutting into my bottom lip now in my effort to keep silent. I had to resist........I could not give in........must resist........must resist......
Then the sensations below my waist became too much for me to handle, and with a heaving gasp I knew that my dignity was about to fly straight out the window. As soon as I allowed the first gasp to exit my locked throat, I could not stop the flow of sounds that now erupted from me. I moaned, I whimpered, I sobbed with frustration as the tension in my body built to unbearable proportions. I knew that I would go mad if he did not take me again. So this time, when Eomer's calm voice murmured in my ear,
"I will ask you one more time, my dear...........Is there something you want of me?"
I drew in one more harsh breath, my eyes wide and desperate as they stared up at him. My mind screamed at me one last time to resist him, but the flow of words came anyway. I was lost. "Oh gods, Eomer.......Take me! Please! Oh for the love of the Valar, I cannot bear this! Take me! Take me hard! Oh gods.......please!"
With a growl of satisfaction, Eomer immediately seized my legs in both hands and pulled them up to lay over his shoulders, leaning over my body and clasping the tops of my shoulders from underneath to anchor himself. Then he was entering me again with one swift motion, and began to piston into my body with such driving force that I knew his hipbones would leave bruises on the underside of my thighs. But right then I did not care. Bruises were the last thing on my mind as the first few deep, violating thrusts brought me over the edge instantly. The pleasure so intense that I could not utter any sound for the first few seconds, but could only arch my body hard into his, my lower regions flooded with heat. Then my throat unlocked yet again and incoherent cries burst from me. I heard Eomer hiss through his clenched teeth with combined pain and ecstasy as my fingernails raked his back in the extremity of my passion. And this seemed to goad him closer to his own release. He battered my body ruthlessly, his manhood reaching depths within me that I do not think had been entered before. For a few brief moments, the world was nothing but sweat, slapping bodies, and animal sounds of lust. Then Eomer was suddenly stiffening all over and climaxing hard within me, muffling his final cries by biting my shoulder, almost hard enough to draw blood.
For a few moments after it was over neither one of us could move to disentangle ourselves. The most I could do was to slide my legs off his shoulders, letting them come to rest on either side of his body. We lay in a trembling, panting heap amongst the hay, until finally, some semblance of strength and sense returned to us.
Eomer slowly lifted himself off of me, rising to his feet. He made absolutely no attempt to help me up, but only raked his hands back through his long hair and then began to dress. I slowly rose to my feet as well, my legs not quite steady, and the region between them already starting to feel quite sore. I imagined that come morning, I would scarse be able to walk comfortably after this little incident.
As he finished dressing, he turned to look at me, an odd sort of smile playing around his mouth, and his eyes still giving that faint gleam. Then he said in a quiet voice, "That was quite an enjoyable little diversion. Until next time, my dear." And with that, he walked away, leaving through the side door.
I stood naked in the silence of the stable, feeling both fulfilled and completely disgusted. By what right should I feel disgusted, though? I allowed this to happen. I knew where we stood........where we would stand when all was said and done. I knew exactly why he had left so abruptly, without even giving me a parting kiss.
Because parting kisses were for lovers................And I was just a stable whore.
The End
The first time he had invited me to his bed, I had politely turned him down. However, as he persisted and the requests became more bawdy and less mannered every time, my refusals had grown more and more adamant and disrespectful. By all rights, he could have easily had me thrown out of Edoras and banned from the lands of Rohan, but because he genuinely seemed to be enjoying our game he had never done so. Although these past couple of days, feeling his ever-watchful presence always around me, I was starting to wish he would.