From circlet to collar

by Leon Shadow

  Chapter 2

  The ex-elvenlord now lay in his beautiful king sized bed, ordinary elves only could dream of having a bed like this one. To hobbits or dwarves such a huge bed only would be foolish; they could sleep with 5 of them on it at least. Sauron ordered the two younger elves to leave and closed the door behind them for he wanted to be alone with the older one.

  He walked closer and sat down beside him on the bed. “Have you ever wondered how I would look once I’m embodied?” He said with again a tone in his voice which sounded as if he was amused.

  “Perhaps I have, but right now the only answer on my question I wish to have is if my people are safe and how many of them I have lost.” The elvenlord answered him rather quickly for he did not wish to keep talking to this monster.

  “I cannot answer that question, but I promise you I will not harm the elves if you do as I please. I can show you my appearance though..” The dark lord slowly stood up straight and took off his gigantic metal helmet which allowed his long black hair to finally hang down along his back and shoulders.

  Elrond widened his eyes as he saw the side of the dark lord’s face, it was completely the opposite of what he had expected. He saw a slim, long and beautifully curved face, it might have been terribly pale but somehow it did not look that bad.

  Sauron turned himself towards the ex-elvenlord as a grin played on his lips because he just loved the surprised expression on Elrond’s face; it was confusion, mixed with a surprised but also angry feeling which was visible on the elf’s face. The raven-haired elf now could see how Sauron also had his hair perfectly combed backwards and in combination with his slim face this almost make him look like an elf. The only thing which did correspond with his expectations was the colour of his eyes. Darkish red as if real blood had filled his pupils completely.

  Sauron now looked down at his armour and started taking more off now, first his spiked iron shoulders, then his metallic torso, his shoes. “I have seen enough of you, Sauron.” The ex-elvenlord turned his head away, looking slightly nerved now. Sauron ignored the words of the old elf and took off everything until he only was wearing some easy fitting leggings.

  “I do not take orders from you, Elrond, for you will be the one taking my orders.” Sauron answered him as he positioned himself besides the elf on his knees. He bended over him and placed his long and thin but muscled fingers on the side of the elf’s face, stroking the soft skin of his cheek.

  Elrond felt how Sauron got on his bed and felt how he got closer but did not respond in any kind of way until he felt a cold hand cupping his cheek. He immediately pushed Sauron’s hand away but this action was useless for this only angered the dark lord. Sauron wrapped his long fingers around the elf’s neck and buried his fingernails into his bare flesh, forcing him to look straight into his dark red eyes.

  “As I told you.. You will take orders for me and right now I wish to have your pretty body!” Sauron exclaimed, this showed again how bad he was at holding himself back for he almost would have killed the elf now already. Before the elf even could react on this the dark lord pulled him closer into a kiss, pressing his lips wildly against the reluctant elf who only moaned shortly of the pain and tried to push him back again.

  It was a futile effort for the dark lord used the weight of his way taller frame to keep him from moving away, this made the ex-elvenlord almost unable to breathe. Sauron pushed himself closer to the wounded elf and undid the laces and buttons of the tunic Elrond had been wearing since the two healing elves had dressed him after taking care of his wounds for they could not just leave their lord all exposed on a bed.

  Many thoughts crossed the old elf’s mind as he gasped once as Sauron broke the kiss. The dark lord could see the flush on Elrond’s face which caused him to grin slightly. “You are i-insane..” Elrond growled slightly as he suddenly got up on his hands and knees and tried to crawl towards the other side of his bed but his body was far from fast or elegant in this condition.

  Sauron also crawled forwards and grabbed the elf’s leg, pulling him roughly back which caused the raven-haired elf to moan loudly in pain for it was his wounded leg which got pulled backwards. The dark lord wrapped one arm around the elf’s waist and managed to hold both of the elf’s wrists together against the mattress. Sauron pulled Elrond’s bottom closer against his own crotch as he unlaces the leggings underneath the golden-coloured tunic.

  Elrond wrestled a lot but nothing seemed to work, he felt so weak and useless, as if all those years of experiences had taught him nothing. He felt the cold fingers of the dark lord knead his crotch which caused him to let a few gasps escape his lips as he now leaned on the side of his face and wrestled less as if he had given up already but in fact he was awaiting his chance to escape, although he knew his chance only grew smaller.

  He suddenly felt a slight jolt flow through his body as something colder than Sauron’s fingers touched his skin. It was the one ring which now was being stroked along his sensitive skin; this ring gave a certain kind of energy which almost made his body unable to move.

  Sauron smirked as he heard the soft gasps escaping his elf’s lips as he grabbed his own length and took off the elf’s tunic completely. “Stop this madness! My body is in a terrible state right now and you only will make it worse if you continue!” The old elf exclaimed out of nowhere between his gasps as he suddenly started struggling some more.

  A frown appeared on the dark lords face as he realised this indeed might not be a wise thing to do. “Very well then.” He answered as he released the elf from his grip but he took a hold of the long black hair as he got up from the bed and pulled the ex-elvenlord closer towards himself.

  Elrond turned around and crawled closer towards him for he could not stand the pain from the rough way his hair was being pulled backwards. The dark lord chuckled lightly at the lovely sight before him as he forced the ex-elvenlord to look up at him by pulling his hair backwards.

  He positioned his length close to the elf’s mouth and spoke “You may please me in a different way for now rwalaer. Do not dare to spill anything.”