"Temptations"
Part 2
by Vagabond
I can feel his eyes on me.
The warrior's. Boromir, Man of Gondor. He tries not to watch how I'm with
someone other than him, tries to ignore us. But his jealousy burns in his
blood like fire. Hot and consuming. I know that.
He can't bear the soft touches I give to the warm body under me. Can't bear
the little moves of sweetest caress on the other one's pale chest, the slight
and oh so gentle touch of an exposed nipple.
The warrior swallows hard. He has his strong hands buried in his hair, tearing
at the long fair strands in utter despair. The green eyes are tightly closed
now, to block out the sight.
But I am in his mind, that's for sure. Unheard by the others, I whisper to
him seductively, breathe promises to his clouded troubled thoughts. Mercilessly,
I draw out all of his darkest wishes and longings from the well-hidden shadows
of his soul.
He cannot resist me. No one can. They all want me. Men and women... But I
give myself not to anyone.
But the warrior I want. Want to make him mine. He will be of use for me…
I'm glancing towards him, tempting, promising. He will lose that fight. At
last, the man of Gondor will submit to me, he won't be the first…
Ahh, he knows it, feels it, too. Surely, his tears are falling freely now,
unseen in the dark. I can feel him give in. He will come. Come to claim me,
not knowing that he is the one who will be claimed. Who already *is* claimed.
Soon, very soon, the proud Boromir will be mine...
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