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The Offering. Chapter 5

Story Idea: What if Sauron had been successful? What if he'd taken all of Middle Earth and obtained everything he ever desired? What if he still desired something more?

Warnings: This chapter is 18 plus. Contains smut, language, and an arranged marriage.

Chapter is unedited!

Pairings: Sauron x Reader

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5:

I awoke in agony.

Covered in sweat and exhaustion.

My eyes opening quickly and without a moment to adjust.

A gasp falls from my lips when my eyes open as I come back to life once more. A flood of memories flickers in my mind as I come to. Images of what happened flash across my mind in quick succession, my body overstimulated with how much information that pulsates through me.

There had been an attack on my husband... The spear destined for him I had taken in his place.

'I should be dead.'

I think to myself as I recall the pain I had felt the moment the pointed end had pierced my body. I feel the phantom pain move through me right where the blade had gone through my chest. The pain worsening when I sit up from the bed I had been laying in. Absent mindedly my left hand reaches out to touch the spot on my chest, feeling the bandage that now covered where I had been struck. It is a good sized bandage, white cotton that binds my chest together. It is so tight that I feel as though the bandages alone are what are keeping me together at this very moment. I breathe in a shallow breath, unable to breathe any deeper because of the pain. I glance down at the bandage again and that is when the silver band on my ring finger catches my eye. It is a beautiful ring, silver with a red oval stone centered on the band. It is elegant and unlike anything I have ever seen before.

"I made that for you little one."

My husband's voice sounds from somewhere within the room. I had been so focused on my pain and the memories that brought me to this moment that I had not properly taken in my surroundings. Slowly, I peer up from the ring and find him standing mere feet away. He stands straight, his eyes studying me closely. I cannot read the expression on his face nor the tone of his previous words. I look at him in caution before pulling my gaze from his to the room we are currently in. Wherever we were, it was a room that I had not yet seen before this moment. I recognized the stone work of Sauron's castle and the gothic architecture of his home, but this must have been a room I had to explore in my few days as his wife. My eyes meet the firelight across the room, the fire of a forge. My husband's forge was beautiful, so beautiful that I knew it could rival that of Lord Celebrimbor's forge from the second age. I knew nothing of my husband's craft, but I could appreciate the beauty of the room. Momentarily I wondered if he had placed the bed in here to watch over me as he worked.

There is a silence that hangs between my husband and I as I dare to look upon his handsome face once more. His expression still unreadable. I open my mouth to speak, but he puts his hand up to stop me.

"If you ever think about putting yourself in my path to stop another assassination attempt on my life again I shall punish you thoroughly."

He scolds me and I cannot help the confusion that flickers across my face and the instant frustration the builds within me. Was he seriously angry with me for defending him? For risking myself to save my own husband? I see red as I look at him.

"Are you truly angry with me for saving you? I did it out of love Mairon."

The tone I use with him is foreign and I can tell by the glint in his eyes that he does not know what to make of my outburst. I was a compliant wife. A quiet wife. But at this moment I cannot understand how he could be mad wih me. For a moment he mentally debates on how he will respond to me, eyes looking me up and down. After a moment more of consideration he strides across the room, bridging the gap between the both of us. Only stopping when he has reached the side of the bed.

"I understand why you did it little dove. But do you have any idea what I would do if I ever lost you. I am a Maia, we are much harder to kill, but elves..."

He pauses looking away from me, his jaw tight and his eyes filled with devastation.

"... Elves are easier to kill and I do not want a world that does not have you in it."

My breathing hitches at his words. The frustration that had built up within me is extinguished with a few words. Instantly, I feel bad for immediately reacting with anger. I had not considered how he would feel if I died. I guess a part of me thought he would replace me with another wife. There was nothing about me that was extraordinary, but it appeared the he truly did care for me. Reading my mind, he shakes his head and sits beside me on the bed, his hands in mine.

"I more than care for you (y/n). I would do anything for you. I would set this world aflame if you asked. I would give up everything I had worked so hard to build if you asked. What we have is more than love, there is not a word the fully captures the complexities of what we have."

He finishes speaking with desperation in his eyes. A desperation for me to understand him and the way he felt. The way I knew I would feel if I ever lost him. It was the very reason I had pushed him away from the spear and took it in his place.

"I am sorry. I did not mean to worry you. I love you Mairon, I just wanted to protect you."

He gives me a smile, the lines by his eyes crinkling. He gently rubs his fingers along mine as we hold each other's hands. He leans in to kiss my forehead as his fingers toy with the ring on my finger.

"There is mithril in this ring, it is was once healed the great tree of Valinor. I made sure to infuse it with the metal I used for your band. It is what healed the last of the infection that you have been fighting. The poison on the spear blade got into your blood and clung on for dear life as you fought against it. The nurse maids used all sorts of elvish medicine to get the infection out. They got most of the infection out, but after a fortnight I knew there was only one other option I had to get the rest of it out. So I made this ring and I'll ask you not to take it off in case anything like that ever happens again. Promise me?"

I mull over his words, my brain moving a million miles a second as I realize he had said I had the infection for a fortnight. Which meant I had been out of commission for over two weeks at this point. I could not believe the time I had lost nor the bitterness that I felt deep within me. I had two weeks of my life taken from me.

"I promise."

Is all I can say as I dare to look back at him, our eyes locking together. He sees the devastation on my face and I know that he feels for me. I see his chest heave up and down as be breathes a deep sigh, pulling me in against him. Wrapping me in an embrace whilst he rests his head atop mine. He is warm and comforting and I am beyond thankful that he saved me.

"Do not fret my darling wife. The elf responsible has paid or maiming you..."

His voice is darker when he says this. It is a sharp contrast to the softness of his touch.

"... He was publically excuted for all to see. Burned like a witch at the stake. A warning to anyone who might think of harming you and I. He shall never harm you again little dove."

There's an underlying tone of madness in his voice. Something that should have concerned me, but it did not. All I could think about was how much I believed that the elf had gotten what was coming to him in the end. He attacked his king and queen so he suffered he consequences. And though a part of me mormally would have felt bad that a death of any kind had occurred, I could not bring myself to care.

If someone wanted to harm my king then they deserved to burn for it. And next time I wanted to be the one lighting the match. The thought causes my husband to chuckle darkly as he holds me tight.

"Careful darling..."

He rasps before pulling back to look at me, his lips mere inches from mine. Something about the way my dark thought excites him and I can see it in his eyes. There is a touch of darkness within me that he is fascinated by, a thread he wants to pull on so he can see me unravel.

"...Thoughs of revenge can lead to corruption."

My breathing hitches when he whispers the words. His eyes a few shades darker than they had been before. How was it that he could arouse me so thoroughly without making a move? I felt as though we were connected within our minds in a way that was stronger than it had been before I had been injured. As if my action had proven my loyalty and now he was willing to fully let me in. I cannot help but smile at the thought, my hands reaching out to touch either side of his face. Normally I let him initiate the touches we shared as if he would deny me if I did not wait for his initiation. But this time I felt braver, more comforable with the man before me. He does not pull away when I touch him, instead he leans into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed as my fingers trace along his jawline.

"My love, you corrupted me the second you fucked me with your cock."

I whisper the vulgarities in a sweet breath, my eyes fixated upon his face. I note the smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips when I say this. His sweet compliant little wife daring to utter such naughty words. I feel as hough I am seeing him for the first time, his clean shaven face is soft underneath my fingertips. I find myself inching closer until my lips are against his, slowly we kiss as if we are afraid that I might break into a thousand pieces. A gasp falls from my lips as his hands find my hips. He is gentle as he manuevers me where he wants me, my legs on either side of his hips, his covered cock directly below my covered sex. Intentionally cautious, he breaks the kiss and leans his head against mine. His breathing is uneven and hungry for more.

"We should not keep going. You are still weak from the attack. I cannot take advantage of you when you are still healing."

He sounds so sweet when he says this, his words are a clear contrast to his body. He holds me to him, his bulge straining against my sex. We both know what we want, injuries be damned.

"I want you Mairon. You are not taking advantage of me if this is what I want."

My voice maintains its whisper as we stare at each other in quiet hunger. Our breathing still uneven. I can see that he wants to protest, but I can also see how badly he wants this as much as I do.

"Please."

I ask as sweetly as I can muster, my hands moving from his face down to his chest and then lower. His eyes more intense with every movement that my hands make lower along his body. My hands stop at the top of his trousers, my fingertips tracing over the button of his pants.

"You little minx. How am I supposed to do what is right when you ask so sweetly?"

I keep my wide-eyed gaze as I undo the button. He lifts his hips when I pull the fabric of his trousers down, his cock freed from their confines. I cannot help the smile that plays on my lips when I see how hard he is. In hesitance I look up at him to make sure that it is okay for me to do what I suddenly feel compelled to do... Put his throbbing cock in my mouth. He looks at me and really thinks it over, contemplating whether he wants us to continue or if he means to shut this down before it goes any further. I can feel him in my mind as he probes around before making his decision.

He does not say a word aloud before nodding for me to continue. Maintaining eye contact I shimmy down his legs so I have better access to his cock. It is only once I am comfortable that I lean forward, tongue lightly licking up the length of his member. I am slow as my tongue toys with him, licking up and down before guiding him into my mouth. His hands move to my hair and a low groan brushes past his lips as I take him as deeply as I can. My tongue darting over his swollen tip, tasting his pre-cum as I work my mouth.

"(y/n)."

My name comes out of his mouth in a heated moan, I watch him closely as he leans his head back against the headboard of the bed. His eyes close and a look of bliss overtakes his handsome face. This was the first time I had ever been brave enough to do something like this with my husband and now that I have seen his reaction, I knew I already could not wait to do it again. He seemed competely at my mercy in this moment. Vulnerable and powerful at once. When I lick over the tip of his cock once more, his jaw clenches and his hips buck up. He thrusts himself deep into the back of my throat as I continue sucking him. A few times he thrusts himself so deeply into my mouth that I gag, but it only turns me on more. His hands move to lace themselves in my hair, gently tugging at the strands as the two of us fall into a rhythm. My mouth is all to happy to match his movements and I can feel that he's nearly ready to fall over the edge.

"I am going to cum (y/n) and I want you to swallow every last drop."

A chill moves up my spine when he speaks, his tone cold calculating. A deviation from the softness in his eyes as we stare each other down, neither of us stopping what we are doing whilst we do this. I cannot verbally response, but he can see my response in the way that I look at him. That I am hungry for whatever he wants to give me. His thrusts are deep, in my mouth. As far as I can handle, but he is cautious with me as if I will break if he moves any quicker. But I just focus on the ways my tongue can tease him, my tongue tracing over the veins in his cock as he finally spills over. His cock twitches as he coats the inside of my mouth with his spent seed. I swallow and lap every drop that twitches into my mouth until there's nothing left, only then do I release him from my mouth.

He pulls me in against him, his hands on either side of my face as he studies me. I am suddenly very tired and the energy I had seems to have been depleated. My eyes feel heavy and my mind suddenly feels as if it is world's away. He studies me closely and I know that he can see the new wave of exhuastion that has fallen over me.

"I will make sure to give you as generous of reward once you have more energy. I am not to be outdone by my sweet little dove."

I smile at his nickname for me and lean forward to lay my head on his chest. He allows me to get comforable before running his hands through my long (y/h/c) loose locks. I feel the pain in my chest that I had forgotten all about when I had been distracted moments ago. He breathes with me when he can tell that I'm feeling the pain once more, his hands continuing to stroke my hair.

"Why do you call me little dove?"

I whisper, my eyes heavy. Unable to keep them open my eyes flutter closed and I breathe him in.

"In some cultures doves mean beauty, fertility, and love. But when I was a young Maia doves were a symbol of peace. When I first saw you I felt a peace that I had never known before. You have been my peace from the moment you entered my throne room."

I cannot fight the smile that forms on my lips when he says this. And though eyes are still closed, I can imagine the look upon his face. He gives the top of my head a tender kiss before whispering;

"Now rest my love. You may ask me anything your heart desires when you awaken."

My body is too weak to fight against the sleep that overtakes me. I did not want to sleep when I have only just awoken, but I could not fight the dream like state I entered into moments after he starts to hum me a melody.

It is almost another fortnight before my husband allows me to do anything for myself. Too caught up in making sure I had regained enough strength to do simple tasks like walking from one end of the room to the other. But his tenderness did not bother me, instead it made me thankful. For my entire life I had never had anyone who took care of me like this. He made sure I ate, had enough blankets, helped me wash, and would lay in bed with me whilst he read a book aloud. He was tender and kind something I had never known before.

But tonight he finally decided that I was ready enough to take a walk around his castle with him. With one arm locked with his we walk along the outside of the castle breathing in the night air. The wind carried a smell of rain with it as it lightly breezed, blowing some of my hair out of my face. We walked amongst the stars, the moonlight bright and beautiful. He walked alongside me, his arm linked with mine whilst watching me. Fireflies dance along the trees of the forest. They dance in time with the sound of crickets chirping as if their melodies were the sweetest song. I could confess to myself that this part of Mordor was a sharp contrast to the desert along the Southern end of my husband's lands. Here, at home in the castle and within the grounds, one could forget the harsh realities of the enslaved beings my husband ruled over. But I tried not to dwell on those individuals. Instead, I focused on my husband and the way it feels to have him hold me as he guides me through the garden that nears the forest edge. Tonight I wear an emerald green dress that flows along my body, with beautiful golden leaves embrodiered along the bodice before cascading down the skirt of my dress. He eyes the way the dress is tailored to me with a satisfied smirk.

"It is good to see you outside of our make shift bed in the forge. I am sorry it took me so long to let you go out of bed. I just wanted you to be more healed before I let you out for all to see."

When he says this I catch the small group of his courtiers sitting at table in the garden indulging in some sort of sweet pastry. When we walk past them they stand and bow to their king before doing the same to me. They look scared of my husband and I cannot help but wonder why. Before his courtiers all seemed happy to be chosen as close members of his court. Now they seemed weary. I look to my husband and see the look in his eyes as he watches them bow. Seemingly assessing their form and deciding if he found it acceptable or not. He does not speak when he looks away, head held high as he guides us away from them.

"What was that about?"

I ask only when we are out of earshot of his courtiers. He peers down at me through a sideways glance, his body still tense.

"Members of my court and my guards were slain due to their regrettable oversight in keeping my kingdom safe."

My brow furrows at his words, my eyes lookin from his to our linked arms. Members of the court and guards were killed because they had, either willingly or unwillingly, allowed that elvan assalant into our home and it almost resulted in the death of their king. I could see how Sauron would want to punish anyone willing to allow such an uprising. He had to snuff out any and all fires as they appeared if he wanted to maintain his power. It is no secret that my husband did not care if he had to scorch the Earth to keep what he wanted safe. He had worked too hard to lose what he had built.

"I see. And now they are afraid of you?"

I whisper more to myself than him. The complexities of ruling a kingdom and the complicated relationships he had to maintain were not enirely lost on me. My parents had been the leaders of our small village and I knew what they had endured to maintain their own little bit of peace. I loose myself in thought for a moment. So much so that I do not pay attention to where my husband has been guiding us down the outdoor corridor, each step carrying us further and further away. It is only when I see the exterior second door to the throne room that I realize where he has taken us. Neither of us speaks when he opens the door and we tuck ourselves safely inside. The throne room is empty, illuminated only by the candle lit chandeliers. It was a massive room any time that I had been inside of it, but it seemed even more vast with only the two of us inside it.

"Why did you bring me here?"

I ask, my eyes taking in my surroundings. Nothing had changed from the masquarade that had occurred well over three weeks ago. Everything as it was, only more chaotic from the attack. Chairs were knocked over, tables, glasses, and cups strewn about like the castle had been abandoned. My eyes pause upon the floor where black soot mars the floor. The longer I look at it the more it seems to grow, whatever had happened here was horrific. Whoever had been standing here had been scorched into oblivion. I cannot help but think back to what he had said moments ago about his court and guards being slain. My mouth parts at the realization, my eyes moving from the floor to where he stands. There is no apology in his eyes and I do not desire one. He was reacting to being attacked and he had the right to respond, but I am in awe of the destruction. Weeks ago I would have mourned the loss of life that had occurred here. Elves did not enjoy loss of life, but something within me has changed. I could feel it the moment I had awoken. It was as if the poison that had tried to kill me had been successful to a point. I am not the elf I was before the attack. Now all that was left was a void. A void that only my husband seemed to fill.

"Is this where it happened?"

Breathless, I murmur the words into existence. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips whilst we study each other. The same dark fascination with my own darkness intices his him. His strides to my side are big enough that it only takes a few steps to reach me. His taller frame stands behind me, his hands on either side of my shoulders as he admires his craftsmanship.

"Yes. After the intruder who harmed you had been safely detained I felt it necessary to teach the others a thorough lesson of what would happen to them should they be neglent again. It is safe to say that any doubters of my rule were taken care of. Or as you so wonderfully put it 'scorched'."

A chill moves up my spine when he whispers my internal observation aloud. My breathing hitches as his lips trace my ear lobe, my body instantly on edge. Why did the thought of him being angry enough to harm another on my behalf turn me on? It should not. This went against everything I had been taught to value.

"What is happening to me?"

I ask breathlessly as he chuckles darkly in my ear. His lips kiss beneath my ear, ghosting along my neck as I lean into his touch. My eyes flutter closed when I feel his teeth graze my neck. I did not know if he intended to bite me as he had the night of my attack, but if he did I would not complain. The thought amuses him as he breathes me in.

"Do you know how hard it is to survive being struck with a dark blade little one? A blade infused with a Mogul-blade. The blade had been fashioned into an arrow at some point, but the magic inside remained just as strong. When you were stabbed darkness took root within you, a poison that took weeks to cure, but even with the ring I made you on your finger the poison still managed to find a way in. Small as it may be, it is there and I can feel it within you. Calling for my own darkness as well..."

His voice drifts for a moment whilst he kisses my neck once more, tongue lightly brushing over my skin.

"... I really did try to fix it, but a wound like that never fully heals."

My body feels as though it is on fire within his arms. The hunger of my own darkness calling for his. I feel at war with myself and the notions of what has been versus what now is. I still feel twinges of myself mixed into the foreign entity residing inside of me. A part of me that had become twisted and tortured into this new version of myself.

"Do you like me better like this?"

I ask while a wave of dread overtook me momentarily. The thought my husband might only be all too happy to see this shift within me. I could feel a change in his touch as if he was no longer afraid of breaking me. I'd already proven I was stronger than he thought, what would he make of me now? My own insecurities plague my mind, but only for a moment before he pulls back. His lips leave my skin and he pulls his hands from my shoulders. In less than a second he is before me, his hands now finding my waist as he pulls me in against him.

"I love you in every way that you have been and I will love you in every way you will be."

He is sincere when he speaks the words and I know instantly that there's no falsity to be found within him. His smile is sweet even with the mischeif that is in his eyes. I look upon his face and wonder why that it was that he chose now to show me this. Why he chose now to tell me this. Why had he waited weks to inform me that the elf I had been before was different from the elf before him now. These questions bounce around in my head in rapid succession, his eyes trained on me as he listens to my thoughts.

"I told you now because you've gained more of your strength. I did not want to frighten you little one. But when I saw my courtiers in the garden I knew that I could no longer wait for an answer."

His explanation makes sense, but I wonder what all of this means moving forward.

"And my response to your parlor tricks was all you needed to know that something about me was different?"

I ask, my tone darker as I peer up at him through my lashes. He raises his brows at this statement, more the shock that his sweet little wife could ever compare his abilities to parolr tricks. No, he knew he was the most powerful being in this world and he wouldn't let me get away with saying such a thing. He would punish me for it, just like I wanted him to.

He does not speak when he pulls his lips to meet mine. I hear a faint growl in the back of his throat, gutteral and cruel. He has me up against the pillar mere feet behind where we are standing all without moving his lips from mine. He touches me like a man possessed, his fingers tugging at the fabric of my gown. I think of how he is pulling it apart and which he would stop because I liked this dress.

"Oh don't worry darling, I shall get you another one."

He rasps against my lips followed by the sharp sound of fabric being ripped from my body. I gasp at the sensation of the cold air of the throne room touching my skin. Every rip of the fabric exposing me more and more to him. My eyes flutter closed when his lips move from mine down to my throat and along the valley of my breasts. My fingers are entangled in his hair as he wages war on my flesh, marking me up with every swirl of his tongue. I am so blissfully entagled in his touches that I do not realize when I feel light stubble along my skin. My brows furrow at the sensation, my husband was normally clean shaven...

I peer down at him and gasp. His normally long blonde locks are replaced by beautiful dark brown hair that comes down past his chin. Not as long, but long enough. He senses that I have had my attention is no longer wrapped up in sinful lust. He knows that I am enraptured by his new appearence. He looks up at me, his eyes now green and the stubble on his face gives him more of a rugged look. He no longer looks like the elf form he paraded around in to mock the elves he has enslaved. No, this form is that of a man and he is hauntingly beautiful. In hesitance I reach out to touch his face, traces of his other form are hidden beneath the surface, but he looks like an entirely new person.

"Still find my skills to be parlor tricks love?"

He asks, his voice mimicking that of a Southlander. I swallow hard and stare back at him in awe.

"You're magnificent."

I whisper unable to hide the amazement I feel burning deep within me. My words cause him to chuckle, his hands reaching out to cradle my face as I cradle his. He looks smug as my eyes take in every new part of his face. The long robe he had been wearing on our walk has been replaced by clothes often associated with low men. Not that it bothered me in the slightest, this form aroused me as much as his other form.

"I can feel you (y/n). I can see your mind and I know how much seeing me like this arouses you..."

He pauses, his hands moving to rip the remaining fabric from my body. He leaves me naked before him, the fabric of my gown falling around me. I never bothered with undergarments any more. Not when I hoped he would take me whenever he saw fit. For a moment his eyes flick down to my sex, the smirk on his face growing as he lifts his hand up. His fingers lightly toy with my clit, his gaze never moving from me as he lightly strokes me. I breathe in a sharp breath when he uses his index finger to collect some of my arousal before inserting his fingers between my soaked folds. Through the new guise of his form he watches me closely and watches my every move without hesitance. Instead, he seems to look at me as though I too have taken on a new form. He pumps his finger in and out of me at such a slow pace that it is almost cruel. Fast enough to tease me but not fast enough to fully get me off.

"... Would you like me to stay in this form while I fuck you? Hmm, love?"

He whispers, his accent somehow stronger while he looms closer. Again his lips are nearly against mine and I am nearly seeing stars. The only response I can muster is a faint 'hmm' while moaning shamelessly. His finger moves a little faster while he studies me closely in quiet fascination.

"The last time I took this form I was called Halbrand. That is what I want you to call me tonight."

I nod feverishly, quick to give him anything that he requested. Whatever I needed to do to get him to do more than simply pump his finger in and out of me. He can sesne I am desperate to give him whatever answer he desires and I know that amuses him. Without warning, his lips meet mine and his scruff is rough against my skin. Rough but terribly delicious. I felt like I could cum from his kiss alone, my body doing eveything it can to fuck his finger. He does not let me get too much friction going before he pulls me from the pillar onto the ground beneath us. The cold tile firm against my back, my husband straddling me with a rougish glint in hs eyes. Somewhere in the shifting of positions he had magicked away his clothing, his naked body formed against mine like we were two piece of a puzzle. In this form he has hair on his chest, which I run my fingers through as he peers down at me.

"Halbrand please."

I whimper, his gaze darkening when I say the name. He liked the way that it sounded on my lips. He rolls his hips against me, his cock brushing along my soaked sex. The sensation is unlike anything else. In his other form his cock was impressive, but in this form his cock was thicker. He felt different against me and I wanted him inside of me.

"You like my cock in this form, wife? Hmm, I shall keep that in mind the next time I take you to bed."

There is an amusement in his voice when he says this. An amusement that does not quite match the darkness in his eyes. Without another word he uses one hand to pin both of my hands above my head and the other to hold himself up when he leans his chest to mine. He does not give me a warning when he pushes the head of his swollen tip into the enterance of my sex, but when he starts to push in I feel myself hold my breath.

How was he going to fit?

The thought flashes through my mind and earns another amused chuckle from my husband.

"Do not worry love. I will fit and then I will ruin you."

If it was a threat I could not bring myself to care. I wanted him to ruin me. To rip me apart even if he had just spent weeks putting me back together. Anything to chase this high that I was on. He slides further in, my walls accomodating to his thicker size. He is slow and cautious when he does this as if I will truly break apart. He does not stop his slow descent inside of me until he is as deep inside of me as he can go. Only then does he still his actions and wait for my body to fully adjust to his size.

"Please Halbrand. Please ruin me."

I beg when my husband looks down at me expectantly, knowing full well that all I want to do is for him to take me then and there. A genuine smile moves to his lips before he rolls his hips into mine and a new sensation flickers through me. He hits new nerves all at once with his thicker length. Nerves that he had hit before, but never like this and never at the same time. My hands instantly strain against his one hand holding me in place. I want to touch him, but realize that isn't going to be an option tonight. So instead I lay there and focus on how good he is making me feel. His slow thrusts only last as long as he feels that I need to fully warm up to his newer length. After a few moments, he starts thrusting harder. Erratic and animalistic as he lays waste to my body below him. My boobs bounce against his chest when he starts thrusting faster and his lips find mine in the candle lit throne room. I find myself kissing him back with everything I have inside of me. I feel the need to keep up with him and his hunger. I wanted him as badly as he wanted me.

"Tight little cunt. All mine, in this form and any other I shall take. You are mine and mine alone."

His words comb through my mind when he says them. The sounds of our bodies fucking filling the room around us. Skin on skin and raw desire echoing off of the walls. I moan and he groans, our bodies slowly matching eachother's paces. Halbrand might be more of a dirty fuck, but that did not mean that I would not keep up with him. And I do keep up with him, my body mirroring his. The both of us riding a high unlike any other.

We remain in this cruel race until both of us start to reach our own individual releases. He can feel it in the way that my walls clench around him. Halbrand's mouth moves from mine, his green eyes locking with mine when he starts to thrust more aggressively.

"I am going to fuck an heir into you (y/n)."

I moan at his words, a part of me hoping that he does. That this is a promise that he follows through with. I strain against his hands once again as he pushes me to new heights.

"Cum my love. Cum and I will fill you with my seed."

The aggressive thrusts deepen and I am powerless to not give him what he desires most. What I desire most... A release.

"Fuck, Halbrand."

It is the only thing I can say as my walls clench around his cock, my peek reaching at the same time he reaches his. We cum together and I feel his seed shoot deep inside of me. He keeps himself lodged deep within me and with every twitch of his cock a apart of me hopes it will take. I wanted to give my husband everything he wanted. I wanted to be the best wife and mother. I wanted to do whatever I needed to do to keep him happy.

When he pulls out of me he kisses the top of my head. Still in Halbrand's form he lays down next to me on the cool marble floor. I catch his smile before he draws me in against him. I place my hand on top of his chest, my fingers toying with the hair on his chest.

"I love you."

I whisper. The smile on his face grows, the warmth in his face infectious when he reaches out to tuck some of my hair behind my ear.

"I love you as well little dove."

We breathe together in our quiet bubble of bliss, but after a few minutes I feel my husband stiffen beside me. I look to him and wonder what could be bothering him. Reading my mind he lets me know what is the matter without me even having to utter a single word.

"There is an army of traitors gathering in the East. Elves, men, and Dwarves in the hundreds are all conspiring to destroy all that I have built. I am anticipating that it will be meaningless bloodshed. They wish to harm all that I have done to protect them."

Guilt swells deep inside of me at the thought that my husband has had to deal with all of this whilst I was injured. I think of how much he had taken care of me and wonder how much of a burden I had been when he had real pressing matters to deal with.

"Whatever they are planning we shall meet tenfold..."

I say this while thinking of the thousands in my husband's army. I knew we far outnumbered any who opposed him. And he knew it too.

"... We will destroy them all and the ones who manage to survive we need to punish. Only then will they learn to never oppose their king again."

An undetectable look flashes over his face when I say this. A look of pride overtaking his face as if he is proud of what I've said and what it means to him. He nods, lips returning to my forehead.

"Yes, we will, my queen. Yes, we will."

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