The Epic Medkink (Gen) NC-17 3/infinity
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moit_ficsTitle: The Epic Medkink (in which Frodo's Legs are Spread Way too Far Apart) Part 3/infinity
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moit
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Summary: Aragorn demands Frodo visit him in the Houses of Healing for pre-natal care.
Pairing: Gen, (implied Frodo/Éomer)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: H/C
Warnings: implied Yaoi/Slash, mpreg, extremely graphic medical situations, explicit detail of medical procedures, bodily functions
Author's Note: *throws myself down in front oflilybaggins* This is unbetaed, so take it as you will. Now, I say, SLAAAAVEFIC!
Aragorn stood and crossed the room to the basin of water sitting on a low table. He took his time washing his hands, scrubbing them with a cake of soap. When he finished, he dried his hands on a clean linen towel.
“I'll need you to remove your underpants for the proper exam,” he said, glancing down at the Hobbit.
“You could have told me that before I got back upon the table,” Frodo grumbled, sounding more snarky than he felt.
As he struggled to ease his underpants back down his hips, Aragorn adjusted the wooden spoons at the end of the table until the beveled ends were flush with the table.
“Give me your left foot,” the Man said softly.
Frodo looked at him curiously, but lifted his foot. Aragorn wrapped his long fingers around Frodo's delicate ankle, easing his heel down into the spoon. He repeated the measure on the other foot, leaving Frodo's feet about twenty centimetres apart.
“You'll need to come closer so I can actually reach your vagina,” Aragorn said, with a wry grin.
Frodo scooted closer with each wave of Aragorn's hand. His cheeks flamed. He felt like Aragorn was one of the Men directing the cart traffic on the first level of the City, and he a horse pulling one of the carts. He scooted forward until he felt like his bottom would fall off the table. He scooted so far it felt like his bottom was hanging off the table. Only the top of his tailbone was on the table, leaving his bottom and all his bits on display. He also felt like his legs were spread to a near breaking point. The table was designed for women of Men, not Hobbits, and despite the fact that Aragorn lowered the footrests to their shortest length, Frodo still felt like he was spread much too far apart. He could feel the slight ache in his inner thighs, but it wasn't completely unbearable.
He lifted his head as Aragorn folded the sheet back over Frodo's thighs so they could see one another. Frodo blushed harder at the thought that Aragorn really could see everything. And he could. From Frodo's wide eyes and his red cheeks to his swollen belly and splayed thighs, Aragorn had a front-row seat to Frodo's body.
The Man stared at Frodo's crotch intently for a moment, making Frodo uncomfortable enough to start squirming.
“Easy, Frodo,” Aragorn said, placing a warm hand on Frodo's thigh.
Frodo froze.
Aragorn stood up again, reminding Frodo once more that anyone could burst through the door and see him dressed like a Christmas goose. He watched intently as Aragorn slid a low table next to his stool. Upon it, he had placed a hooded lantern pointed directly at Frodo. Oh, how much more embarrassing was this examination to get? Much more, apparently. Aragorn actually lit the lantern. (Some small part of Frodo had hoped just setting it there in case would be enough.) He angled the beam until Frodo could feel the soft warmth of the flame against his female bits along with the cool swish of air as Aragorn moved in front of him.
“Have you got everything ready?” Frodo snapped, his irritation and anxiety getting the best of him.
But Aragorn just chuckled as he had done in response to nearly all of Frodo's snarky comments. He did have plenty of experience with pregnant females, after all.
“Just about. I only need to fetch the two young lads who are training to be Healers. They very much wanted to witness the pelvic examination of a pregnant male Hobbit.”
Frodo's eyes grew round as saucers and he gripped the edge of the table tightly. “What?” he squawked.
Aragorn gave him a toothy grin. “I jest, my friend. I would have you just relax.”
Frodo's face turned crimson. A joke at his expense! And with him in such a position! “And I would have you finish this examination so I may get off this wretched table!”
“As you wish, my friend.”
Aragorn sat back down on the stool, scooting so close that Frodo was afraid the Man might fall onto his bits if he was but a few centimetres closer.”
“Right, Frodo, I just need you to relax as much as possible. I'm going to explain everything before I do it to give you time to ask questions. I also want to avoid startling you. So if you don't understand something I'm doing or why I'm doing it, just let me know.”
Frodo nodded, staring down at the Man between his legs.
“First I'm going to inspect the outter labia of your vagina. The labia are the inner and outter lips. I'm going to look for any signs of redness, swelling, lesions, masses, or infestations.”
Aragorn's hands were warm, but if anything it only made Frodo more uncomfortable. For some inexplicable reason, Frodo felt like it would be easier to deal with Aragorn's exam if there was something he could rebel against. And infestations?
Aragorn gently ran his fingertips down the outter lips of Frodo's vagina. Then he parted the folds and repeated the action on the inner lips. He parted the folds, studiously inspecting every piece of exposed skin. He even slid the hood of Frodo's clitoris back to reveal the little knot of skin there.
“I am seeing a slight bit of swelling here. Although it is completely normal during pregnancy, it does look like you have some redness and irritation. Have you noticed anything unusual lately?”
“No,” Frodo answered, shaking his head.
Aragorn made a humming noise in his throat.
“It looks very mild, so it could be the soap you're using. I would suggest you switch to a milder soap and try to avoid soaking your vagina in the bath, at least until the symptoms clear. It's nothing to be worried about, but it's certainly not something you want developing into a more serious condition.” He punctuated this statement with a stern look.
“I understand,” Frodo said to appease the Man.
“And, of course, if you notice any change whatsoever – positive or negative – I want you to contact me immediately. Keeping you healthy so that your babe stays healthy is our most important concern right now. Are you eating enough?”
“Yes,” Frodo answered, feeling his cheeks go pink again. The cooks already plied him with enough food to feed a smial full of hungry Hobbits on a daily basis. Despite eating all he could, Frodo still felt incredibly embarrassed about his weight and worse still, talking about his weight gain. In a morbid way, he was pleased that Éomer would not see him so huge for the entire duration of his pregnancy. Although he wished fervently for the safe return of his lover and the sire of his child, he was still thankful at his worst moments that Éomer's kingship over Rohan took him so far from Minas Tirith.
“I wanted to double check, as I realised I did not ask before. We've already ascertained that you have been gaining the appropriate amount of weight for this stage of your pregnancy. Just keep in mind that your appetite will increase. It is your job to listen to your body and ensure that the babe gets the nutrition it needs.”
Frodo nodded at the appropriate places as he felt a flush creep up his neck. He could not believe they were having this conversation while Aragorn was staring his – vagina! – in the... vagina! The whole situation just seemed so much more humiliating than it should have been.
Aragorn pressed the first two fingers of each hand into the entrance of Frodo's vagina carefully. He spread the folds there, checking for anything unusual.
“Your hymen is still intact,” Aragorn said, almost to himself.
“Is that bad?” Frodo asked with a twinge of fear in his voice.
“Not at all,” Aragorn replied. “It just means that you have never had anything, namely a penis, inside of your vagina. Although there is no medical reason to break your hymen, I might suggest that you do so before the babe is born to alleviate any additional discomfort other than that which you will already experience during the birth of your child.”
Frodo's cheeks coloured as he worked out the meaning of Aragorn's words in his head.
“Can I break it – my hymen – alone... or...”
A toothy grin spilled across Aragorn's face.
“It is possible to break one's hymen alone, although it is much more fun with a partner.”
Frodo's eyebrows flew to his hairline.
“Does it hurt?”
“It should not be more than a passing annoyance if done correctly – most preferrably with a partner.”
Frodo closed his eyes and counted to ten before he opened them, even though he knew it would take much longer to remove what was quickly becoming a permanent blush from his face.
“I'll keep that in mind,” he said, in the hope that Aragorn would drop the subject and move on.
“But since your hymen is currently in tact,” apparently Aragorn wasn't finished, “I will make sure I do not compromise your integrity. I'll use a smaller speculum, which is a tool designed to hold your vagina open during the examination. It will most likely be uncomfortable but there should be no pain. Either way, the exam is necessary. I shall do my best to make it as painless as possible.”
Frodo took several deep, steadying breaths. He was prepared for pain. He'd have to endure it during the birth, so he might as well get used to it now. But the thought of such intense pain in such a sensitive place scared him silly. Reflexively, he clapped his knees together, trapping Aragorn's head between them. Aragorn reached up and gently prised Frodo's knees back apart.
“Frodo,” he growled. “You must relax.”
“Sorry. My thoughts got the best of me,” Frodo answered sheepishly.
“I would have you do your best not to give me a headache before we finish.”
“Noted,” Frodo whispered, fixing his gaze on the ceiling.
Aragorn resumed his previous position. Frodo chose to ignore the Man's grumbling about a headache that didn't exist.
“Now I need to check your glands. That will involve inserting my finger into your vagina. Remember, I'm going to explain what I'm doing and why I am doing it. If you have any questions, or need me to stop at any moment, just let me know.”
Frodo nodded dumbly.
Assuming his nod was affirmative, Aragorn coated his fingers finger with oil. He gently pushed the tip inside the opening of Frodo's vagina. He palpitated the outter sides with his thumb along the right side and the bottom. He pulled his finger out.
“Everything looks healthy with your glands. Now, before we start with the internal pelvic exam, there is only one more thing I need to check. When I tell you, I would like you to bear down and push as though you are having a bowel movement. This will allow me to see if you have weak pelvic muscles or prolapses. It is very important to check these things during pregnancy because those are the muscles you will use to expel the child during labour.”Aragorn reached down and spread the inner labia apart so he could clearly see the entrance to Frodo's vagina. “Go ahead, Frodo.”
Silently cursing Éomer and Aragorn and himself and anyone else he might be able to blame for his predicament, Frodo bore down.
“Relax, Frodo.”
The Hobbit did.
“Aside from the slight redness and swelling, everything looks completely normal so far. Now I'm going to begin with your inner pelvic exam. Just stay calm; it will all be over soon.”
Aragorn picked up what looked like a silver duck bill on a stick. Frodo could have sworn his heart stopped. Surely Aragorn wasn't going to put that inside of him?
Author:
moitFandom: Lord of the Rings
Summary: Aragorn demands Frodo visit him in the Houses of Healing for pre-natal care.
Pairing: Gen, (implied Frodo/Éomer)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: H/C
Warnings: implied Yaoi/Slash, mpreg, extremely graphic medical situations, explicit detail of medical procedures, bodily functions
Author's Note: *throws myself down in front of
lilybaggins* This is unbetaed, so take it as you will. Now, I say, SLAAAAVEFIC!Aragorn stood and crossed the room to the basin of water sitting on a low table. He took his time washing his hands, scrubbing them with a cake of soap. When he finished, he dried his hands on a clean linen towel.
“I'll need you to remove your underpants for the proper exam,” he said, glancing down at the Hobbit.
“You could have told me that before I got back upon the table,” Frodo grumbled, sounding more snarky than he felt.
As he struggled to ease his underpants back down his hips, Aragorn adjusted the wooden spoons at the end of the table until the beveled ends were flush with the table.
“Give me your left foot,” the Man said softly.
Frodo looked at him curiously, but lifted his foot. Aragorn wrapped his long fingers around Frodo's delicate ankle, easing his heel down into the spoon. He repeated the measure on the other foot, leaving Frodo's feet about twenty centimetres apart.
“You'll need to come closer so I can actually reach your vagina,” Aragorn said, with a wry grin.
Frodo scooted closer with each wave of Aragorn's hand. His cheeks flamed. He felt like Aragorn was one of the Men directing the cart traffic on the first level of the City, and he a horse pulling one of the carts. He scooted forward until he felt like his bottom would fall off the table. He scooted so far it felt like his bottom was hanging off the table. Only the top of his tailbone was on the table, leaving his bottom and all his bits on display. He also felt like his legs were spread to a near breaking point. The table was designed for women of Men, not Hobbits, and despite the fact that Aragorn lowered the footrests to their shortest length, Frodo still felt like he was spread much too far apart. He could feel the slight ache in his inner thighs, but it wasn't completely unbearable.
He lifted his head as Aragorn folded the sheet back over Frodo's thighs so they could see one another. Frodo blushed harder at the thought that Aragorn really could see everything. And he could. From Frodo's wide eyes and his red cheeks to his swollen belly and splayed thighs, Aragorn had a front-row seat to Frodo's body.
The Man stared at Frodo's crotch intently for a moment, making Frodo uncomfortable enough to start squirming.
“Easy, Frodo,” Aragorn said, placing a warm hand on Frodo's thigh.
Frodo froze.
Aragorn stood up again, reminding Frodo once more that anyone could burst through the door and see him dressed like a Christmas goose. He watched intently as Aragorn slid a low table next to his stool. Upon it, he had placed a hooded lantern pointed directly at Frodo. Oh, how much more embarrassing was this examination to get? Much more, apparently. Aragorn actually lit the lantern. (Some small part of Frodo had hoped just setting it there in case would be enough.) He angled the beam until Frodo could feel the soft warmth of the flame against his female bits along with the cool swish of air as Aragorn moved in front of him.
“Have you got everything ready?” Frodo snapped, his irritation and anxiety getting the best of him.
But Aragorn just chuckled as he had done in response to nearly all of Frodo's snarky comments. He did have plenty of experience with pregnant females, after all.
“Just about. I only need to fetch the two young lads who are training to be Healers. They very much wanted to witness the pelvic examination of a pregnant male Hobbit.”
Frodo's eyes grew round as saucers and he gripped the edge of the table tightly. “What?” he squawked.
Aragorn gave him a toothy grin. “I jest, my friend. I would have you just relax.”
Frodo's face turned crimson. A joke at his expense! And with him in such a position! “And I would have you finish this examination so I may get off this wretched table!”
“As you wish, my friend.”
Aragorn sat back down on the stool, scooting so close that Frodo was afraid the Man might fall onto his bits if he was but a few centimetres closer.”
“Right, Frodo, I just need you to relax as much as possible. I'm going to explain everything before I do it to give you time to ask questions. I also want to avoid startling you. So if you don't understand something I'm doing or why I'm doing it, just let me know.”
Frodo nodded, staring down at the Man between his legs.
“First I'm going to inspect the outter labia of your vagina. The labia are the inner and outter lips. I'm going to look for any signs of redness, swelling, lesions, masses, or infestations.”
Aragorn's hands were warm, but if anything it only made Frodo more uncomfortable. For some inexplicable reason, Frodo felt like it would be easier to deal with Aragorn's exam if there was something he could rebel against. And infestations?
Aragorn gently ran his fingertips down the outter lips of Frodo's vagina. Then he parted the folds and repeated the action on the inner lips. He parted the folds, studiously inspecting every piece of exposed skin. He even slid the hood of Frodo's clitoris back to reveal the little knot of skin there.
“I am seeing a slight bit of swelling here. Although it is completely normal during pregnancy, it does look like you have some redness and irritation. Have you noticed anything unusual lately?”
“No,” Frodo answered, shaking his head.
Aragorn made a humming noise in his throat.
“It looks very mild, so it could be the soap you're using. I would suggest you switch to a milder soap and try to avoid soaking your vagina in the bath, at least until the symptoms clear. It's nothing to be worried about, but it's certainly not something you want developing into a more serious condition.” He punctuated this statement with a stern look.
“I understand,” Frodo said to appease the Man.
“And, of course, if you notice any change whatsoever – positive or negative – I want you to contact me immediately. Keeping you healthy so that your babe stays healthy is our most important concern right now. Are you eating enough?”
“Yes,” Frodo answered, feeling his cheeks go pink again. The cooks already plied him with enough food to feed a smial full of hungry Hobbits on a daily basis. Despite eating all he could, Frodo still felt incredibly embarrassed about his weight and worse still, talking about his weight gain. In a morbid way, he was pleased that Éomer would not see him so huge for the entire duration of his pregnancy. Although he wished fervently for the safe return of his lover and the sire of his child, he was still thankful at his worst moments that Éomer's kingship over Rohan took him so far from Minas Tirith.
“I wanted to double check, as I realised I did not ask before. We've already ascertained that you have been gaining the appropriate amount of weight for this stage of your pregnancy. Just keep in mind that your appetite will increase. It is your job to listen to your body and ensure that the babe gets the nutrition it needs.”
Frodo nodded at the appropriate places as he felt a flush creep up his neck. He could not believe they were having this conversation while Aragorn was staring his – vagina! – in the... vagina! The whole situation just seemed so much more humiliating than it should have been.
Aragorn pressed the first two fingers of each hand into the entrance of Frodo's vagina carefully. He spread the folds there, checking for anything unusual.
“Your hymen is still intact,” Aragorn said, almost to himself.
“Is that bad?” Frodo asked with a twinge of fear in his voice.
“Not at all,” Aragorn replied. “It just means that you have never had anything, namely a penis, inside of your vagina. Although there is no medical reason to break your hymen, I might suggest that you do so before the babe is born to alleviate any additional discomfort other than that which you will already experience during the birth of your child.”
Frodo's cheeks coloured as he worked out the meaning of Aragorn's words in his head.
“Can I break it – my hymen – alone... or...”
A toothy grin spilled across Aragorn's face.
“It is possible to break one's hymen alone, although it is much more fun with a partner.”
Frodo's eyebrows flew to his hairline.
“Does it hurt?”
“It should not be more than a passing annoyance if done correctly – most preferrably with a partner.”
Frodo closed his eyes and counted to ten before he opened them, even though he knew it would take much longer to remove what was quickly becoming a permanent blush from his face.
“I'll keep that in mind,” he said, in the hope that Aragorn would drop the subject and move on.
“But since your hymen is currently in tact,” apparently Aragorn wasn't finished, “I will make sure I do not compromise your integrity. I'll use a smaller speculum, which is a tool designed to hold your vagina open during the examination. It will most likely be uncomfortable but there should be no pain. Either way, the exam is necessary. I shall do my best to make it as painless as possible.”
Frodo took several deep, steadying breaths. He was prepared for pain. He'd have to endure it during the birth, so he might as well get used to it now. But the thought of such intense pain in such a sensitive place scared him silly. Reflexively, he clapped his knees together, trapping Aragorn's head between them. Aragorn reached up and gently prised Frodo's knees back apart.
“Frodo,” he growled. “You must relax.”
“Sorry. My thoughts got the best of me,” Frodo answered sheepishly.
“I would have you do your best not to give me a headache before we finish.”
“Noted,” Frodo whispered, fixing his gaze on the ceiling.
Aragorn resumed his previous position. Frodo chose to ignore the Man's grumbling about a headache that didn't exist.
“Now I need to check your glands. That will involve inserting my finger into your vagina. Remember, I'm going to explain what I'm doing and why I am doing it. If you have any questions, or need me to stop at any moment, just let me know.”
Frodo nodded dumbly.
Assuming his nod was affirmative, Aragorn coated his fingers finger with oil. He gently pushed the tip inside the opening of Frodo's vagina. He palpitated the outter sides with his thumb along the right side and the bottom. He pulled his finger out.
“Everything looks healthy with your glands. Now, before we start with the internal pelvic exam, there is only one more thing I need to check. When I tell you, I would like you to bear down and push as though you are having a bowel movement. This will allow me to see if you have weak pelvic muscles or prolapses. It is very important to check these things during pregnancy because those are the muscles you will use to expel the child during labour.”Aragorn reached down and spread the inner labia apart so he could clearly see the entrance to Frodo's vagina. “Go ahead, Frodo.”
Silently cursing Éomer and Aragorn and himself and anyone else he might be able to blame for his predicament, Frodo bore down.
“Relax, Frodo.”
The Hobbit did.
“Aside from the slight redness and swelling, everything looks completely normal so far. Now I'm going to begin with your inner pelvic exam. Just stay calm; it will all be over soon.”
Aragorn picked up what looked like a silver duck bill on a stick. Frodo could have sworn his heart stopped. Surely Aragorn wasn't going to put that inside of him?
