Velvet wings

      

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      A moonless night heavily hung over the gloomy fortress of Angband, a monstrous slab of obsidian carved into the heart of the earth. The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and the churning of dark magic, a putrid symphony that irritated the senses. And yet, there was something exhilarating in this chaos, a raw and untamed force that hummed within the very walls. This was a place where light and hope died, and where shadows thrived, writhing in a perverse dance of darkness. The lair of Sauron, the mad Maia who became the servant of Melkor, guarded by his twisted minions, including the vampire who could transform into a bat, Thuringwethil, his mistress. His tower, the tallest spire of Angband, was a place where secrets and dark rituals were whispered. But even in this heart of darkness, a silvery, girlish laugh could be heard. A shrill giggle, like the tinkling of shattered glass, echoed through the hall. Sauron, clad in a robe as dark as his heart, looked up from the scroll he was studying. His golden hair, a stark contrast to his attire, cascaded down his back like a waterfall of frozen flame. "Thuringwethil," he said in a low, rumbling voice, "You are late again. I was just about to send a search party after you." She landed lightly on the balcony, her bat wings folding neatly behind her as she transformed into a woman and arched an eyebrow. "A search party? Really, my lord? In Angband? I doubt the orcs could find anyone at all." Sauron chuckled, the sound strangely warm considering the cold stone walls surrounding them. "You are right. But then again, who knows what mischief you get into when you're not here to entertain me?" Thuringwethil smirked, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Entertain, Lord Sauron? I am offended. I thought we were past that stage. I am here to. corrupt." She stepped closer, her hips swaying gently, her footsteps echoing in the vast hall. Sauron raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Corrupt? I must admit, you are very bold. How can I be corrupted further?" She leaned against the table, her fingers tracing the edge of the scroll he had been studying. "You think not? You believe you've experienced everything in your eternity?" Thuringwethil purred, her voice as velvety as her wings when they were spread. She glanced at the scroll, her eyes skimming over the intricate script before meeting his gaze again. "But I see you are busy with work. Shall I come back later?" Sauron's smile widened, and he rolled up the scroll, tying it with a black ribbon. "Work can wait if you can truly corrupt me beyond redemption." He leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on her with a cat-like playfulness as he stretched his powerful body. Thuringwethil laughed, the sound like the chiming of distant bells harnessed to a troika. "You are charming, Sauron. And today, I thought you might indulge my whim." He raised an eyebrow. "Is that a challenge?" "Oh, come now," she teased, her fingers tapping his chest as she stepped closer. "You know I excel in experiments," Sauron smirked, grabbing her wrists. "And I excel in." Sauron raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Corruption, you said," he tilted his head, "And you promised me something special." "I'm not sure it's worth it," she teased. "You know I like it rough." Sauron chuckled, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Rougher, you say? Then let's not waste any time." Thuringwethil leaned in closer, her breath warm and inviting. "I was thinking of exploring the secret corners of Angband, those hidden even from your eyes. We might find something. unexpected." Sauron nodded thoughtfully, his gaze becoming more focused. "Secret corners, you say? Interesting." They left the hall, their footsteps echoing through the corridors of the fortress. Thuringwethil led him through a labyrinth of tunnels, her dress rustling softly in the darkness. They descended deeper into the heart of Angband, where the air grew thicker and more saturated with magic. Finally, they stopped before a massive door adorned with ancient runes. Thuringwethil ran her hand over the symbols, and the door slowly opened, revealing a chamber filled with glittering crystals and strange artifacts. "Here," she said, "this is where the magic of Angband pulses strongest. Here we might find something to make our night. unforgettable." Sauron stepped inside, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "You have outdone yourself, Thuringwethil." They began to explore the chamber, touching the crystals and artifacts, feeling the magic vibrating under their fingers. Sauron picked up one of the crystals, and a strange light reflected in his eyes. "This crystal. it is filled with a power I have never felt before. What could it be?" Thuringwethil smiled, her eyes sparkling in the darkness. "This, my lord, is the key to an ancient spell that can enhance our passion. But it must be activated. in a special way." Sauron nodded, his smile growing wider. "Show me how to do it." Thuringwethil approached him, her arms wrapping around his neck. "It requires. intimacy," she whispered, her voice filled with promise. "We must combine our powers to awaken it." Sauron pulled her closer, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Around them, the crystals began to glow brighter, magic filling the air, and they felt their excitement building. Sauron pressed Thuringwethil against him, his hand slipping under her dress, caressing her body. She moaned, her nails digging into his back as she pressed herself against him harder. "Damn, Sauron," she hissed, "You're as hungry as I am." "Uh-huh," he replied, his hand sliding between her legs, stroking her clit. She arched her back, her hips moving in rhythm with his touch. Sauron growled, his cock hardening with arousal. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, and kissed her with such force that she tasted blood on her lips. Thuringwethil moaned, her nails digging into his back, leaving bloody scratches. "Damn, Sauron," she hissed, "Give it to me rougher!" Her hand slid down to his cock, gripping it through his pants. He growled, pulling her closer, his lips finding her neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites. "I'm afraid I might lose control," he replied, his voice low and hoarse with desire. He grabbed her hips and lifted her, pressing her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around him, and she felt his cock hardening between them. He began to move inside her, his thrusts hard and fast, as if he wanted to pierce her through. Their bodies were covered in sweat, and the scent of their arousal filled the air. "Can you go wilder?!" she whispered, her voice full of passion. She pressed herself against him, her lips finding his neck. His cock penetrated her deeper, each thrust like a bolt of lightning, making her body vibrate with pleasure and pain. Thuringwethil screamed, her voice echoing through the chamber as he began to move faster, his cock penetrating her with such force that she felt her body begin to rise in the air. "Do you want to feel more pain, Thuringwethil?" Sauron hissed, his voice low and hoarse with desire. "Yes," she whispered, her voice full of passion. "I want you to take me like I'm your toy." Sauron smiled, his eyes gleaming in the darkness. "Then you will get what you deserve." He turned her to face the wall, pressing her against it with his body. His hand slipped between her legs, stroking her clit. She moaned, her hips moving in rhythm with his touch. "Yes," he growled, "I want you to feel the pain. I want you to remember me every time you move." "I want you to feel me inside you when you sleep. I want you to remember me when you are alone. I want you to remember me when you are with another. I want you to remember me when you die. I want you to remember me in the halls of Mandos." Thuringwethil gasped at his words, her eyes widening. She felt his cock penetrating her deeper, each thrust like a bolt of lightning, making her body vibrate with pleasure and pain. The air in the room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Sauron, his chest heaving like bellows, barely remembered the pulsing crystal at the center of the room, which seemed to throb in time with his heartbeat, its light casting eerie shadows on the cold stone walls. Thuringwethil, her body still trembling from their intense coupling, looked up at Sauron. Her eyes traced the lines of his muscular torso, the way his golden hair cascaded over her like a waterfall of blinding flame. She still felt the burning of his fingers digging into her flesh, the way he pressed himself against her, his weight pressing down on her, his cock filling her completely. She still tasted him, the salty tang of sweat and semen lingering on her tongue. Sauron looked down at her, his eyes burning so intensely that she shivered. He was still hard, his cock standing at attention, a drop of semen glistening at the tip. He smirked at her. "On all fours, Thuringwethil," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. She obeyed, her body still trembling from their previous encounter. Sauron circled around her, his eyes never leaving her body. He grabbed her hair, roughly pulling her head back. "Look at yourself," he sneered, "You're a fucking animal, aren't you?" She moaned in response, her body arching under his touch. He released her hair and ran his hand down her spine, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass. He slapped it hard, making her yelp. "Spread your legs," he commanded. She did as she was told, feeling the cool air on her wet pussy. Sauron stood behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his cock pressing against her entrance. He slowly entered her, filling her completely. She moaned, her body already sensitive from her previous orgasm. He began to move, his thrusts deep and hard, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Damn, you're so tight," he growled, his voice a low rumble in her ear. "I felt you squeezing around me." She whimpered, her body moving in sync with his, her ass slapping against his hips. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in circular motions. She cried out, her body convulsing as he brought her closer to the edge. He felt her pussy clenching around him, her juices coating his cock. He growled, his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust into her, his balls slapping against her clit. "Damn, you're going to make me come," she gasped, her voice hoarse with desire. "Come, Thuringwethil," he commanded in a low, hoarse voice. "I want to feel your pussy milking my cock." She screamed as she came, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her. He continued to fuck her, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his own orgasm. Sauron's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust into her with increasing ferocity. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a primal rhythm echoing off the cold stone walls. Thuringwethil's moans turned to screams of pleasure, her body convulsing with each thrust. She felt his orgasm approaching as his cock swelled inside her. She pressed herself against him, meeting his thrusts with her own, wanting to feel every inch of him. "Damn, you're so sweet," he breathed, his voice a low growl in her ear. "I could fuck you all day." She moaned in response. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in circular motions as he continued to pound into her. "Come for me again, Thuringwethil," he commanded. Thuringwethil's body responded to his command, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came again, her screams echoing through the room. "Damn, you're insatiable," he breathed, his voice breaking with desire. She could only moan in response, her body still trembling from her orgasm. He reached around and slapped her ass hard, making her yelp. "Yes, my lord," she breathed, her voice barely audible as a whisper. "Then beg," he said. "Beg me to fill you with my cum." Thuringwethil's body trembled at his words, her pussy clenching around his cock. She felt the heat building inside her again, her desire for him growing with each thrust. "Please, my lord," she begged, her voice trembling with desire. "Please, fill me with your cum. I want to feel it inside me, dripping down my thighs." Sauron's eyes flashed with lust, and he grabbed her hair, roughly pulling her head back. "You're going to take every inch of my cock, you little whore," he growled. "You're going to feel me deep inside you." Thuringwethil whimpered, her body already burning with desire. She felt his cock pulsing inside her, the head pressing against her cervix. She wanted more. She wanted to feel him completely. "Please, my lord," she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Please, fuck me harder. I want to feel you inside me." Sauron smirked, his grip on her hair tightening. "You want my cum, you little slut? You want me to fill you with my hot, sticky seed?" Thuringwethil nodded eagerly, her body trembling with anticipation. Sauron released her hair and grabbed her hips with both hands, pulling her back onto his cock with a force that made her gasp. He began to fuck her hard and fast, his hips slamming against her ass with each thrust. "Damn, yes," she moaned, her body moving in sync with his. "As you wish, my dear," he growled, gripping her hips tighter. He pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and unsatisfied. Before she could protest, he flipped her onto her back, his strong hands spreading her legs. "Look at this beauty," he smirked, his eyes roaming over her body. "You're a fucking feast, Thuringwethil. And I'm going to devour every inch of you." She felt Sauron's gaze burning into her, making her feel exposed and vulnerable. She liked it. She liked the way he looked at her, as if he wanted to incinerate her with his lust. He grabbed her hips and spread her legs even wider. "You're a fucking piece of shit, Thuringwethil. A fucking whore!" He leaned in, his face inches from her pussy, and took a deep breath. "You smell delicious, Thuringwethil. I could eat you alive." She moaned in response, her body arching towards him. He smirked and dove in, his tongue finding her clit and flicking it roughly. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his golden hair as he devoured her, his tongue and lips working in tandem to bring her to orgasm. "Damn, Sauron," she breathed, her body writhing beneath him. "It feels so fucking good." His fingers dug into her hips as he held her in place. He felt her pussy clenching around his tongue, her juices coating his face. He licked her, his tongue exploring every inch of her body, his nose pressing against her clit. "Damn, yes," she moaned, her body writhing beneath him. "Eat me, Sauron. Make me come on your face." He smirked, his tongue finding her entrance and thrusting inside. She cried out, her hips bucking as he fucked her with his tongue. "Damn, you taste so good," he growled, his voice muffled against her pussy. "I could lick you all day." Thuringwethil moaned in response, her body already on the edge. "Please, my lord," she pleaded. "I need to come." Sauron smirked darkly, his tongue flicking over her clit. "Not yet, darling," he said, his voice a low rumble against her sensitive flesh. "I want to enjoy you first." She whimpered, her body writhing beneath him. He continued to lick and suck her, his tongue exploring every inch of her pussy, his fingers digging into her hips. Thuringwethil's body writhed beneath him, her moans filling the room as she neared orgasm. Sauron felt her body tense, her pussy clenching around his tongue, and he knew she was coming. "Damn, Sauron," she breathed, her voice hoarse with desire. "I'm going to come. Please, let me come." He smirked, his tongue flicking over her clit. "I said not yet, my dear," he growled, his voice muffled by her sensitive flesh. "I want to feel you come on my cock." He pulled away, leaving her gasping and desperate. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and frustration. "Please, Sauron," she pleaded, her voice barely audible as a whisper. "I need you inside me." Sauron smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement and desire. "You want my cock, Thuringwethil?" he taunted. "Please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me." Sauron smirked darkly, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast. "You're so desperate, aren't you, Thuringwethil?" She whimpered, her body arching towards him, her pussy pulsing with desire. "I need you. I need you to fuck me." Sauron's eyes flashed with lust, and he grabbed her waist, flipping her onto her stomach. She gasped, reaching out to steady herself on the cold stone floor. He stood behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance. She felt the heat radiating from him, his hardness, and pushed back against him, trying to take him inside her. He smirked darkly, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place. "Insatiable little bitch," he sighed. "You want it all at once, don't you?" "Please, Sauron," she pleaded. "You'll get it, my dear," he promised. "But not yet. I want to tease you, make you beg for it." Sauron's voice was a low growl, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, making her shiver. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "I want to hear you scream my name when you come." Thuringwethil moaned, her body aching with desire. She felt the heat of Sauron's body behind her, the hardness of his cock pressed against her pussy. She pushed back against him, trying to take him inside her, but he held her in place, his grip on her hips unyielding. "Please, Sauron," she pleaded in a hoarse whisper. "I can't take it anymore." Sauron smirked darkly, his grip on her hips tightening. "You can't take it? Or you can't take it anymore?" Thuringwethil whimpered, her body writhing beneath him. "I can't take it anymore," she confessed in a barely audible voice. "I need you to fuck me, Sauron. Please." "Well, since you asked so nicely," he said in a low, rumbling voice. She moaned, her body arching under his touch. He began to move, his thrusts deep and strong, his fingers digging into her hips. Thuringwethil could only moan in response. "Harder, Sauron," she breathed, her voice breaking with desire. "Fuck me harder. I want to feel you deep inside me." "Damn it, yes," Sauron growled. He continued to thrust into her, his balls slapping against her clit with each stroke. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a primal rhythm that echoed off the cold stone walls. "Damn, you're so tight," Sauron growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "You like this, don't you? You like it when I fuck you hard?" Túringwetil could only nod, her body writhing beneath him. She felt every inch of him inside her, stretching her wide, filling her completely. She pressed against him, meeting his thrusts with her own, her body already on the edge. Her body convulsed as he fucked her harder and faster. She felt his fingers digging into her hips, his grip unrelenting as he drove into her. The smell of sex hung heavily in the air, an intoxicating mix of sweat, semen, and her own arousal. "You're trying to suck my cock dry," Sauron gasped in exhaustion. "You damned vampire!" She moaned, her body arching from his touch, her fingers clawing at the cold stone floor. She felt a heat building inside her, her desire for him growing with each thrust. Sauron's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust into her with renewed ferocity. "Fuck me harder, Sauron," she begged, her voice breaking with desire. "Fuck, yes," Sauron growled, his voice trembling with exertion. "You're a fucking sin, baby. I love it." He ran his hand over her smooth, round ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh. "You have such a perfect little ass, Túringwetil," he said hoarsely. "I can't wait to fuck it." "I want you to fuck my ass, Sauron," she breathed. Túringwetil's voice was a low, desperate moan as she pushed back against Sauron, her ass pressing against his hard cock. He reached down, his fingers finding her tight, firm ass. He ran his thumb over the puckered flesh, feeling it clench and relax. "It's so fucking tight, Túringwetil," he said. "I can't wait to stretch this little hole." "I want you to do it, Sauron," she panted with lust. "I want you to fuck my ass hard." He spat on his fingers and rubbed the saliva over her ass, slightly moistening the passage. Then he pressed the head of his cock against the tight little hole, feeling it resist him at first. "Relax, my dear," he said thickly. "Let me in." Túringwetil took a deep breath and forced herself to relax, her body slowly opening to him. Sauron pushed forward, the head of his cock slipping through the tight ring of muscles. He groaned at the sinful sensation of tightness, her ass clenching around him like a vice. "Fuck, your ass is like a blacksmith's vise around my cock," he grunted, pulling her closer. Túringwetil moaned, impaling herself deeper on him. "It feels so good, Sauron," she breathed. "Your cock is so big and hard inside my ass. I love it when you fuck my ass. It feels so dirty and deliciously forbidden." "Your ecstasy justifies all prohibitions, my pet." His hips slammed into hers with increasing force. She felt every ridge and vein of his "stone-hard" cock as it passed through her sphincter and out of her, stretching her hole wide. "I love it when you fuck my ass deeply and eagerly." "You're such a slut, Túringwetil," he moaned in exhaustion, feeling her ass grip and squeeze his cock. "I love it when you use me like a toy," she agreed. Sauron's eyes flared with lust, and he reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He began to rub it in tight, fast circles, his hips never ceasing their brutal rhythm. Túringwetil gasped, her body arching as pleasure shot through her. All the energy he had built up concentrated in his groin, tightening his balls, and he released a bitter stream of semen directly into her enticing anus. Sauron collapsed onto the almost lifeless body of his "Bat." "I'm done," he groaned, you won, the crystal is yours. "I can't activate it anymore." Túringwetil burst into her silvery laughter, twirling his golden locks around her finger. "You admit defeat? And I reclaimed part of your sexual power, infusing the crystal honestly?" she purred into his pointed ear. "Yes, yes, yes, damned vampire, I admit you outsmarted and drained me like an orange. Take whatever you like, bloodsucker, and let's go to the tower." He rose to his feet and threw on his dark cloak, which instantly enveloped his figure like a shadow. His eyes, burning with a cold fire, turned to Túringwetil. She, in turn, smiled tenderly at him, slipping into a light dress of black silk that accentuated her graceful figure. "It's time," said Sauron, extending his hand to her. Túringwetil nodded and took his hand, feeling his strength and confidence flow into her. Together, they left the room, leaving behind a night of passion and pleasure. On their way to the Tower, exhausted and spent, they didn't exchange a word. Túringwetil hid the crystal in the folds of her dress in a special pocket on her belt and attended to her duties, checking Sauron's correspondence with Morgoth and planning new raids on the elven camps. Sauron returned to his tasks, studying maps and strategic plans that would help him strengthen his power in Middle-earth. Soon the Tower was filled again with the familiar hum of activity, and it seemed as though their night of passion had been nothing more than a fleeting dream. But both knew that their bond had grown stronger, and that together they could overcome any obstacle in their path.