Cold
by Aj
Author's Website: http://www.geocities.com/ejordanwood/home.html
Category: PWP, First-Time, Interspecies
Characters: Frodo Gollum
Warnings: BDSM, Kinky/Squicky Pairings, Other
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A few words turn into a dream turn into a reality?
Disclaimer:
Feedback: If ya got it, I want it!
Story Notes: Well, this little plot bunny attacked me and I
didn't mean for it to be Frodo/Gollum, but it ended up that way!
:)
Frodo sat with the rest of the Fellowship at a fork in the
path. Gandalf sat up top, pondering the past. Frodo sat bored,
like the others. A noise behind him startled him and he turned
to look down into the dark abyss. A small dark creature was
jumping up the stairs to where they sat. He ran up to Gandalf
who was sitting in deep thought.
"There's something down there!" he gasped out.
"It's Gollum," Gandalf responded.
"Gollum?" Frodo could hardly believe his ears.
"He's been following us for three days," Gandalf
said calmly.
"He escaped the dungeons of Arabdul?" Frodo asked
earnestly.
"Escaped, or was set loose," Gandalf said and
looked up to meet Frodo's gaze.
"He hates and loves the ring, as he hates and loves
himself. He will never be rid of his need for it."
Frodo lay pondering his memories of Gandalf, choking back
tears that wanted to come. The rest of the Fellowship lay quiet
in their slumber; they were safely hidden and protected in the
forest of Lorien. Finally asleep crept over him.
He woke with a start and sat up. He looked around and found
himself in a cave of some sort. He could hear the soft splash of
water against a shore, though he couldn't see anything. The hard,
cold stone beneath him made him visibly shiver and he was met
with a purring voice in his ear.
"Is it cold, my preciousss?"
A rancid, hot breath streamed over his neck, and though he
could not see its origin, he knew its owner. He shivered again
and realized he now sat only in his shin-length pants. A second
breath swept across his skin, though this time it was much
closer and directed to his ear. He froze as his ear was taken
hostage by two leathery but surprisingly warm lips gently
tugging and sucking it. A warm rough hand traced his other ear.
It was strange that this creature knew his weak spot.
He succumbed to the touch and suckling and lied down once
again on the stone floor. His eyes closed, though it made no
difference in the darkness, as those lips traced down his cheek
to his neck, where they continued their massage. Frodo slowly
licked his lips as he began to get unexpectedly aroused by the
wet, soft touch. He was soon caught off his guard when that
mouth betrayed him and bit and sucked hard. At first, his
reaction was to pull away from it, but soon it too became quite
arousing and the pain evoked great fires in him. He let out a
soft moan as Gollum sucked hard on his neck.
"It likes this, yesss, my preciousss," Gollum
whispered in the nearest ear while pausing for a moment. He
suddenly attacked another part of the innocent white flesh in
front of him, which sent Frodo into an arch and a gasp.
Frodo did not know how to respond to this at all. It was
incredibly arousing, yet incredibly strange. His face became
more and more contorted with pain as Gollum began to bite harder
on an already sore spot. But Frodo could not make his vocal
chords work to tell him to stop. It felt so good and the
pleasure and pain mixed into an intoxicating poison that tempted
him to no end.
The pain felt so good. It washed over him in spasms and his
chest felt heavy. It was a different kind of heavy than the ring.
This weight pierced him. It devoured him and made him feel as
though he was sinking into a dark abyss where there was no
escape and no hope. He heard a voice whispering to him. Who's it
was, he could not tell, for Gollom was ensnared by his exposed
throat and he did not sense another soul around for a mile. This
voice seemed to be speaking in his head, telling him that it was
over. Everything was gone now and there was no hope. Pain
twinged in his soul and it began to swallow him up. He arched
into Gollom's grasp and let the pain wash over him again. The
sensation outweighed that in his chest and he begged for more
pain from Gollum.
Gollum responded by dragging his coarse fingertips across the
smooth milky skin that lay before him. He bit harder and grabbed
Frodo's hair and pulled him up and into his mouth. He began to
bite hard enough to draw blood and a trickle dribbled down from
Frodo's shoulder. Gollum wiped up a large drop onto his
forefinger and touched it to Frodo's lips.
Frodo opened his lips hungrily. He felt Gollum rub it on his
lips and he licked them. Frodo did not move, but let the
creature lick his lips and felt him kiss and nibble his way down
his face and sore neck to his torso. Gollum began to devote his
lips to the two stiff nipples on the hobbit's chest. He licked
slowly around one and bit softly. He repeated this on the other
and then nibbled and bit his way downward while raking his
fingers down Frodo's arms and chest.
Once Gollum found his new treasure, he began to tenderly but
eagerly stroke it and lick and kiss it. Frodo's face twisted
into different expression with each new sensation washing over
his body. The roughness of his hands, the smoothness of his
tongue and the overall warmth was driving Frodo wild and he
began to wriggle under the leathery creature pleasuring him.
Gollum didn't bite much here, but he did nibble and he found
that Frodo liked this very much. He continued and quickened his
motions and finally Frodo came into Gollum's mouth. He
enthusiastically swallowed all of it and began to bite and
nibble his way back up to Frodo's bleeding neck. He rested
himself onto the frail hobbit's body and began to lick up the
spilled wine from Frodo's wound.
Suddenly a sound echoed off in the darkness and Gollum got up
immediately. He planted one last, warm, leathery kiss on Frodo's
neck and disappeared into the darkness.
Frodo was not afraid of the darkness, nor bothered by the
cold stone beneath him. Just now he lay catching his breath from
the short exciting escapade. He closed his eyes and ran his
hands over his thin body, remembering the unique sensations. His
hand rested upon the bleeding bite mark and felt a warm sticky
wetness. He smiled in memory of the pleasure. He let his hand
traipse across the rest of his neck, finding that it was very
sore. He let his hand rest momentarily and he suddenly realized
what was wrong. The chain around his neck was gone, along with
the ring.
He sat up suddenly and opened his eyes. A soft glow of
moonlight and grass under him woke his senses up. He was back in
Lothlorien. He threw his hand up to his throat and found the
ring safely where he had left it. He rubbed the back of his neck,
for he had begun to sweat. His hand draped down on his sore neck
and he felt a peculiar sticky wetness. He brought his hand up
and looked at it. A smear of his blood was present.
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