Title: Hidden Desire (1/1) 
Author: Oakenshield  
Email: Oakenshield@lonelymountain.zzn.com 
Summary: Éowyn will be made to eat her words about male love when she  
sees her cousin in a clinch with another man... 
Rating: NC-17 
Pairing: SURPRISE! Théodred / ?,  Théodred / Éowyn / ? IMPLIED 
Archive: As always, anyone who wants it is welcome to it. Just ask me  
first. 
Feedback: Please! This is my first time writing something like this! 
Beta: Jacques Moineau 
Warning: Incest, het, female POV of m/m slash 
 
 
Éowyn stomped to the stables, tugging her fur-lined coat tightly  
around her body and murmuring harsh words under her breath.  
 
The night was deep and the stars were bright but sleep had evaded her  
for the past three hours. She had finally risen and dressed and  
decided to go for a ride. A strange thing to do in the small hours of  
the morning but it may help to clear her head of the thoughts that  
were haunting it.  
 
Earlier that evening, Théodred, tipsy on ale, had been telling her  
(in far too much detail) about the pleasures of "shield brothers", as  
he called it. She was not so naive that she had not heard of love  
being shared amongst males and warriors, but neither was she so  
knowledgeable that she approved of it.   
 
Especially not from the heir to the throne of Rohan. And she had told  
him as much. To which he had just laughed and told her that she would  
*of course* have no idea what she was talking about. Éomer had joined  
in his jibes and she shuddered to think that her own brother might  
participate in such activities too.  
 
But no... Not Éomer... he was too... too ... manly...  
Not that Théodred wasn't... 
 
She hated the way the two of them had laughed at her, as though they  
were young boys provoking a prudish old maid with talk of sex. They  
treated her as though she were ignorant, and seemed to brag that they  
knew of something that she did not.  
 
Though that would not be untrue... She was still a virgin, never been  
touched, never been kissed, and she was jealous that her elder  
brother and cousin knew about things which she never could. Being  
a 'lady', and all that... It made her wish, as she so often did, that  
she been born male like them, rather than a woman who would be forced  
to stay at home in a fine gown, beautiful and frigid, to be looked at  
but never to be touched... She wanted to know the pleasures they had  
hinted of. 
 
Strange thoughts had haunted her mind as she had started to slip into  
sleep that night. She had pictured Théodred, naked beneath a lover,  
writhing as a strong body moved on top of him... between his  
legs...inside him...  
 
In the half dream she had suddenly realised her cousin's beauty, and  
was stunned to think that some sort of sick attraction for the one  
who was like a brother to her lingered beneath her anger; or was even  
the cause of it.  
 
She had never thought her cousin to be ugly... never... He was a very  
handsome man. He was strong, with dark hair to his shoulder, always  
messed up... his blue eyes sparkled with constant mirth and a boyish  
grin was forever tugging at his lips (usually aimed at her)... 
 
But to suddenly be wondering about *this*?!  
 
And even worse, in her vision she had not been so disgusted at the  
sight. In truth... though she hardly dared to think it... it had been  
rather attractive. Two powerful men entwined in each other's flesh,  
rough and strong with their hands, mouths and bodies... 
 
She cursed under her breath and turned to enter the stable. A few  
horses nickered at her arrival but otherwise all was still and  
silent... 
 
Until a breathless moan broke through the night air.  
 
Frowning, Éowyn trod carefully into the building and walked towards  
the back of the stalls, where the noise seemed to have come from. She  
considered calling out, but instead she bit her tongue as another cry  
rose.  
 
It sounded like a creature in pain, though something told her it was  
far from that. And soon her eyes found out... 
 
Like the sight had sprung straight from her dream, she peered into  
the far stall to see her cousin lying naked in the hay with a broad- 
shouldered man lying on top of his body dressed in naught but  
breeches.  
 
A small gasp left her lips but she could not find it in herself to  
move. A shaft of moonlight shone through the roof, illuminating  
Théodred's firm body with a pale glow. The man on top of him,  
suckling at his nipples, was all but covered with shadow. All Éowyn  
could make out was his hair, a dirty blond colour and tied in a  
single thick braid. And the compact muscles of his back... his  
breeches were tight around his rear as he straddled Théodred's hips,  
but that was no bad sight either... 
 
Glancing up her cousin's body again, Éowyn was suddenly aware of blue  
eyes twinkling at her. Then the one eye winked.  
 
Théodred was the one in the vulnerable position, and she was the one  
who had found him thus... So why did it feel like *she* was the one  
who had been caught doing something naughty? 
 
She made to turn and dart away but the eyes stilled her, and a smile  
invited her to stay, to watch, to learn... 
 
She stared, breathless and trembling at the sight before her but  
Théodred gave a small nod of assent and licked his lips seductively.  
 
He was not inviting her to join him and his lover, not by far, but he  
would hold her there with his gaze and make her see what she could  
never have. Taunt her with it.  
 
Leaning against the half door of the stall, Éowyn could hardly bear  
to watch, she told herself she should not watch, but she couldn't so  
much as close her eyes. The sight before her was as beautiful as it  
had been in her imagination, though she told herself she should be  
sickened, she should go, she should shout, do anything but stand  
there watching.  
 
With a needy sigh, Théodred plunged a hand into his lover's hair and  
pulled the tresses free from the braid as he urged him lower down his  
body.  
 
"Take me in your sweet mouth, my hungry one," he whispered  
hotly. "Nay, do not speak. Use those lips for better means."   
 
All the time he kept his eyes on Éowyn, defying and provoking her to  
lower her stare as the strong male slid down his body, hair spilling  
about his face in tangled strands. Théodred writhed beneath him, his  
muscles flexing as he moved. He snaked a hand across his own chest to  
play at his left nipple, making the dark teat tighten under his  
fingers. 
 
"Does the sight of me arouse you, my dearest?" Théodred asked in a  
voice low with desire. He aimed the words at his man, but Éowyn knew  
they were meant for her too. "Does it?"  
 
It was everything she could do to stop herself nodding, but Théodred  
had already seen the desire in her eyes. She could feel burning heat  
in her usually pale cheeks and knew that, even in the dark, Théodred  
would have seen it too. 
 
"I bet you would so like to take me within your mouth now," he  
continued, addressing two at once. "Feel my heat upon your tongue;  
feel me pulsing against the roof of your mouth... feel my hot seed  
spurting down your throat as you milk me of my lust." His eyes blazed  
then as he stared up at his cousin. "I know you want me."  
 
The man now kneeling between his spread thighs gave a small sigh and  
Éowyn glanced down to see the cause of that noise.  
 
He was holding Théodred's cock in a large hand, slowly pumping his  
fist up and down... up and down... over.... and under... and up...  
and over...  
 
Her eyes were transfixed by the motion. Théodred was hard in his  
grip, his sex reddened with blood and Éowyn bit into her lip as a  
lightning stab of desire hit her, tingling deeply between her legs  
and making her stomach turn in giddy circles. She had never seen such  
a thing before, only with horses... 
 
"Suck me," Théodred ordered in a hard voice and his lover obeyed,  
pulling him slowly into his mouth.  
 
Éowyn could not see the movement of his lips around Théodred's sex,  
for his entire face was curtained by his hair, but she could tell  
enough by the way his head was bobbing up and down, the muscles  
between his shoulders constricting with every movement, his big hands  
holding tightly to Théodred's slim hips.  
 
Whoever Théodred had claimed as a lover tonight, he was certainly a  
splendid being to behold, even faceless in near-darkness. 
 
"Take off your breeches," Théodred requested. "There are eyes that  
would see you naked." With that he glanced to Éowyn, winking again. 
 
The man rose up on his knees and began to turn. Éowyn was nearly  
rewarded with a glimpse of his face but Théodred stopped him from  
turning all the way.  
 
"Do not turn around," he said with a smile. "I would have you face  
me. I would see every inch of your maleness before my eyes." He  
helped him out of the obstructing trousers easing them slowly down  
his long muscular legs, only pausing to caress his tight buttocks. 
 
Éowyn fidgeted as a warm wet feeling of lust spread between her legs.  
If anything, Théodred's partner in his naked glory was even more  
beautiful than her cousin. Even from behind, she could see his shaft  
rising thick and hard, so erect it was nearly touching his belly.  
 
"Touch yourself for me," Théodred said, once again glancing at  
her. "I know how aroused you are. Ease your pain a little. Touch  
yourself. There is no shame in it, I am sure you know."  
 
Taking one trembling hand off the wooden door, Éowyn slid a finger  
inside the ties of her coat, reaching to her breast as Théodred's  
lover took himself in his hand, stroking slowly and firmly in an  
obscene performance for her cousin. 
 
"That's right... touch yourself for me... touch yourself...  
intimately," Théodred said breathlessly.  
 
The words sent a rush between Éowyn's legs and she barely stifled a  
whimper of desire as she gave into her body's orders and reached to  
rub between her legs. Beneath her coat she wore riding trousers, not  
caring to put on a dress in the middle of the night, and her fingers  
easily undid the laces. She slid her hand beneath the cloth,  
Théodred's encouraging eyes returning to her at every chance he got.  
 
"Feel your lust for me," he whispered.  
 
Éowyn held her breath as she slid her fingers between the warm folds  
of her skin, gathering her own wetness on her fingertips.  
 
"Good," Théodred commented, returning his eyes to his lover, drinking  
in the sight of him with pure base lust in his eyes. "I would have  
you come for me..." 
 
/Oh, have mercy! / Éowyn voiced silently, rubbing herself unrelenting  
and unashamed. Her passion was building quickly, she was having to  
fight to keep her breath from being audible, her skin was aflame and  
she wanted to tear the clothes from her body but she could not.  
 
Her one hand worked her pleasure as the other twisted at her nipple,  
sending little shocks of warmth down her body. It was like some  
bizarre dream, that she should be standing here touching herself in  
such a way before a member of her family, before the one who would  
one day be her King.  
 
"Come for me now," Théodred whispered to his lover, watching his hand  
intently as it moved rapidly up and down his own engorged  
member. "Let me see your control, my sweet. I want you to come  
without making a sound. Can you do that for me?"  
 
This time, his eyes did not leave his mate and Éowyn followed his  
gaze down. Her knees grew weak as the man drew his fist harder and  
faster over his weeping sex, his muscles rippling, his body buckling,  
his skin shimmering with sweat.... Laboured breaths were leaving his  
lungs in gusts of air and she knew he wanted to cry out... She wanted  
to just as badly... 
 
With a great sigh, he came shuddering, milky fluid seeping over his  
hand and spattering over Théodred's chest.  
 
Éowyn leaned her weight against the stable door, touching herself  
harder with a shaking hand as Théodred wiped some of the sticky fluid  
from his skin with a fingertip and drew it towards his lips.  
 
"I would love to know what you taste like," he said, very directly  
towards her, before sucking the substance from his finger in a  
suggestive way.  
 
He grasped his exhausted lover by the shoulders and pulled him to lie  
face down in the straw. Moving between his legs, he spread his  
buttocks with his hands and ran his wet finger along the cleft.  
 
Now that the man was face down, Théodred kept his eyes on his Éowyn  
all the time, his gaze often dropping to watch her hand move within  
her leggings. 
 
"Beautiful..." he whispered softly. 
 
Éowyn heard the other man moan intensely and looked closer to see  
what had made him do so. Théodred was working his finger into him,  
spreading him wide enough to give Éowyn a perfect view of what was  
happening. He leaned forward to spit on the dark hole to slick it,  
before pushing another finger inside. It took little time to stretch  
the passage open, his lover was obviously used to him, but he carried  
on slowly moving his fingers in and out, drawing sighs from the other  
man that were muffled in the pillow of hay.  
 
Then he reached to grasp his own cock, squeezing some fluid from the  
tip and spreading it along his length before angling himself against  
his lover's opening.  
 
"Come with me," he mouthed silently to Éowyn as with a growl he  
pushed himself in.  
 
Éowyn found herself holding her breath, struggling to keep her eyes  
open as Théodred rutted his lover like a dog, forcing in and out of  
his tight body in long, fast thrusts. With every stroke she would  
watch his wet sex slip in and out of that dark channel, with every  
stroke she could see his eyes darken and glaze; his breath was  
erratic, his moans long and loud.  
 
She moved her fingers harder over her clitoris, kneading her breast  
firmly with her other hand. She could feel desire begin to claim her  
and she leaned heavily against the door, finally shutting her eyes as  
her climax washed through her.  
 
As she held back her groan of completion, she heard Théodred give a  
triumphant cry and she opened her eyes to see him pull out of his  
lover's body to spray his seed over his back.  
 
He leaned down to suck a red mark into the other man's neck before  
turning to look at Éowyn as his partner began to rise from beneath  
him.  
 
Even with half-lidded eyes she saw the word on his lips.  
 
"Go."  
 
With a shiver, Éowyn fled from the stables, fastening her clothing  
before she reached the door. She ran back into the Golden Hall and to  
her chambers, falling to her bed. 
 
Her body still trembled, and she took long breaths to calm herself.  
The essence of her climax was cool and sticky against her thighs but  
she did not want to move to cleanse herself. She had never felt so  
soiled, but it was wonderful.  
 
Her body tingled to remember Théodred's eyes upon her, his words  
taunting her. She had made herself come before the eyes of her cousin  
and he had enjoyed as much of it as she had.  
 
He had been so brazen, using the man with him to tease her while  
never letting him know she was there. At least he had worked to keep  
his identity hidden from her, but Éowyn could not help but feel  
disappointed at that. She would have loved to have seen the face  
beneath the wild hair. She would have loved to have heard a voice cry  
in passion as the beautiful body trembled.  
 
Closing her eyes she slipped her hand into her trousers again and  
brought herself to the pinnacle of pleasure once more, imagining she  
was coiled beneath Théodred and his faceless lover. She slid a finger  
into her moist channel, wishing that in were Théodred inside her...  
then his partner... She groaned to remember the thick heavy cock of  
the other man and slipped another finger in to imagine his girth.  
 
"Théodred..." she whispered his name now in the privacy of her own  
room.  
 
In her mind, his mouth was upon her womanhood, suckling her to her  
climax as the other man moved inside her in short hard thrusts.  
 
With one hand atop and one hand inside she brought herself to her  
release for the second time that evening, with the face of her  
cousin, and the body of a stranger in her mind... 
 
******* 
 
"Éowyn!"  
 
She fought her way from under the bedcovers, screwing her face up at  
the morning light.  
 
Someone was hammering on her door.  
 
"Éowyn! Are you even in there?" 
 
She recognised her brother's voice, and reached for her dressing gown  
only to realise she was still wearing her clothes. Her mind had  
wondered if last night's events had been a dream, but her state of  
dress told her otherwise. 
 
She smiled even as she blushed. How she would face Théodred after  
this would be quite another thing.  
 
"Éowyn..." 
 
"Yes!" She called, pulling the covers over her body to hide the fact  
she was fully clothed. Éomer would surely question her about  
it. "Come in, the door is not locked." 
 
Éomer entered with a smile. "Ah, there you are," he shook his  
head. "I advise you to hurry if you want breakfast. I will give you a  
moment to dress. It is very late to still be abed, you know." 
 
With that he gave a short laugh and turned to leave her to her  
privacy. As he spun on his heel to leave the door, his hair fell back  
over his shoulder, and Éowyn's breath stuck in her throat.  
 
A rosy bruise marked the skin on his neck. 
 
 
~END~