In the arms of the shadow

The icy cold burned my skin as I trudged through the deep snow after inspecting the posts. I always did this personally. My breath turned to steam in the frosty air. Above my head loomed mountain peaks, their sharp edges piercing the gray sky. I wrapped my fur cloak tighter around me, trying to stay warm, but the cold chilled me to the bone. I was heading to our fortress, summoned by my master, who had seduced me and made me what I am now. After Morgoth's fall, we, all loyal servants who had lost our commanders, gathered here because he was the only one left. Though he had repented before the Valar, he had no intention of returning home in the ensuing chaos. And more than that, he decided to take up Morgoth's cause himself, securing my support as his loyal lover. I had served both Morgoth and now Sauron faithfully throughout time, fighting side by side with his armies and crushing the forces of good. And I always received a reward from my beloved for my loyalty. As I approached the entrance to the fortress, I was greeted by two tall orcs, their eyes gleaming with malice. They nodded to me in greeting, their spiked armor glinting in the dim light. I passed through the heavy iron gates and headed inside, enveloped by the warmth of the fire and the aroma of roasted meat. The great hall was already full of Sauron's orcs. They feasted and drank, their laughter echoing off the stone walls. I noticed an empty spot at the table and headed there, nodding to the other diners as I sat down. An elven serving girl, probably captured by us in the last battle, approached. Her alluring breasts were barely contained by a dress with a deep neckline. She leaned over, offering me a splendid view of her cleavage, and filled my cup with dark, thick wine. I smiled at her, and my hand touched her thigh as she poured the wine. She blushed and hurried away, swaying her hips seductively. I turned my attention to the food, tearing into a piece of meat with my teeth. It was juicy and flavorful, the juices running down my chin. As I ate, I listened to the conversations around me, tales of past battles and vanquished enemies. There was a sense of dissatisfaction in the air over the failure of Morgoth's plans. But our master was clearly celebrating his triumph as a usurper. Suddenly, silence fell over the hall as he entered, the train of his dark-red tunic billowing behind him. He sat at the head of the table, surveying the gathered crowd. His gaze settled on me, and he smiled arrogantly. "Ah, my loyal servant," he purred in his silky voice. "You have served me well. Come here, sit beside me." I stood and followed him to his chair, feeling my heart pounding. He gestured for me to sit, and I complied, unable to take my eyes off his face. Sauron raised his cup, and the gem in his ring sparkled in the torchlight. "To victory!" he proclaimed, and the hall erupted in applause. We took a large sip, and the wine burned my throat. As the night wore on, the feast became more and more debauched. Serving girls were pulled onto laps, their skirts lifted, groped and fondled. Orcs shed their clothes, their bodies glistening with sweat as they copulated in full view of everyone. The air was filled with the smell of sex, moans, and grunts. Sauron watched it all with a satisfied smirk, his hand resting on my thigh. I felt the heat of his touch through my trousers and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. He leaned closer, his hot breath brushing my ear. "You have pleased me greatly," he whispered, sending shivers down my spine. "And now I will reward you." He stood, his robe swirling around him, and gestured for me to follow. I rose on trembling legs, my heart racing as I followed him out of the hall and down a long, dark corridor. We entered a room filled with the scent of incense and smoke. In the center of the room stood a large, richly decorated bed, draped with expensive silks and furs. Sauron turned to me, his eyes glowing yellow in the dim candlelight. "Undress," he commanded, leaving no room for argument. I complied, fumbling with the laces of my tunic and letting it fall to the floor, followed by my breeches and boots. I stood before him naked and vulnerable, my arousal already evident. Sauron slowly circled me, his eyes roaming over my body. "You are as beautiful as ever," he murmured, his hand sliding down my chest and abdomen. "Strong and masculine. Just the way I like them." He pushed me onto the bed, pinning me down with his weight. I gasped as he kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth, claiming me. His hands roamed over my body, gripping and kneading my flesh, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I moaned into his lips, pressing my hips against him. He chuckled, a dark, dangerous sound, and reached between us to grasp my arousal. I cried out as he began to stroke me, his grip firm and confident. "Patience," he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. "We have all night, and I intend to make the most of it." He kissed his way down my body, his tongue circling my nipples, his teeth nipping at my skin. I arched beneath him, clutching the furs as he moved lower, his hot breath scorching my aching arousal. He took me into his mouth, his lips enveloping me, his tongue swirling around the head. I moaned, my hips trembling as he began to suck, his head bobbing up and down. I lost myself in the sensations, my eyes rolling back as he worked me. I felt my orgasm building, my balls tightening as he took me deeper, his nose pressed against my groin. Just as I was about to come, he pulled away, leaving me panting and desperate. He smirked again, licking his way back up my body. "Beg for it," he commanded, his voice soft but firm. "Beg me to let you come." I hesitated for a moment, my pride warring with my desire. But the need was too great, and I whispered, "Please, my lord. Please let me come. I need it so badly." He smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Very well," he purred, and took me back into his mouth, pressing my arousal against the roof of his mouth and swallowing me whole. I cried out, my body shuddering as I came, spilling into his throat. He swallowed it all, his Adam's apple bobbing as he drank every last drop. When I finished, he moved back up to me, his face inches from mine. "You taste divine," he murmured, licking his lips. "But we're not done yet." He turned me onto my stomach and began to massage the muscles of my back and buttocks. I moaned into the furs, my body still sensitive from my orgasm. He spread my cheeks, teasing the sensitive skin of my entrance. I tensed, unsure of what to expect. But then he entered me, his fingers slick with oil, stretching me. I gasped at the sensation, my body clenching around him. He slowly worked me open, bending and straightening his fingers, preparing me for what was to come. I felt my arousal building again, my cock hardening against the furs. When he deemed me ready, he positioned himself behind me, pressing his arousal against my entrance. I tensed, gripping the furs as he pushed inside me, stretching me with his cock. I cried out at the feeling, my body struggling to adjust to him. But he was patient, giving me time to get used to him before he began to move, rocking his hips rhythmically. I lost myself in the sensations, my mind going blank as he fucked me, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me with every thrust. I felt my orgasm building again, my balls tightening as he pounded into me. "Come for me," he growled, reaching around to grip my cock. "Come on my cock like a good little servant." His words pushed me over the edge, and I screamed, coming, my body shaking as I spilled onto the furs. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his hot seed. We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies entwined, breathing heavily as we tried to recover. Sauron pulled me close, holding me possessively. "You have given me great pleasure tonight," he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. "I will not forget it." I smiled, feeling the delicious ache in my body. I had served him well, and I would continue to do so as long as he wanted me. For now, I lay content in his arms, savoring the afterglow of our intimacy. But even as I drifted off to sleep, I knew this was only the beginning. Sauron was a cruel and demanding master, and he would expect me to prove my loyalty again and again. I would gladly do so, for the chance to be near him, to feel his touch, was worth it. And so, as the night drew to a close and the feast in the great hall continued, I fell asleep in the arms of the Maia, my body sore and sated, my heart filled with dark joy. I belonged to him, now and forever, and I would follow him into the very depths of hell if he commanded it. For I was his servant, his toy, his possession, and I would never know a life outside his shadow.