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Chapter Nine
'His Own'
'Hardest of Hearts' by Florence + the Machine
It went on like that. The Orc would return to fill his needs and every time he left she feared deeply, to the deepest parts of her soul that he wouldn't come back. Because that would signify the end of her. How long could she hope to please him, to fit what he might have deemed suitable... Or desirable..?
Azog hasn't hurt her, not really to be more precise aside from the bruises caused by his vice-like grip, the welts and scrapes left by his teeth.
He really shouldn't bother it's not like you're going to run while he's at it, you enjoy it as much as he does. Her inner self let a lewd smirk on her lips.
This was the second best scenario she could have imagined. Better him than anyone else, better...
What was it that kept on bringing him back? The female thought with a touch of self derogation.
I am pretty certain you do resemble a troll by now. The eternal 'optimist' chimed in slyly.
His massive arm weighed down her midsection.
x x x
Alia awoke. The pelt pile kept the chill away. Her tattered hospital gown got discarded long ago, the thin cotton fabric was shredded to pieces the third night he came back. She was spared a knee-length thin leather tunic and footwear that kept her from freezing to death. The human's head popped up from underneath the covers, she rubbed her eyes and stretched her aching body. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar. Alia leaped to her feet instantaneously darting her gaze about in panic. Yet she was truly alone.
This was not her dungeon however, she blinked hard rubbing her eyes once more to make sure this wasn't yet another dream. She was in a spacious chamber, a window on each side offered a breathtaking mountainous view. The shimmering gold of the early morning sunrays pervaded the room. Unknowingly a smile tweaked her lips.
Azog wasn't there. But what attested to his previous presence was a leather flask and a spare pair of leather footwear.
Woah, you've been promoted so it seems! The voice cheered flipping the arms in the air.
Wait, so this is his place..?
*Facepalm*
Was it a good sign indeed?! Weeks in a dungeon she'd suddenly found herself in the King's quarters.
Official Concubine. Ehehe.
Alia's palms rubbed her face vigorously, she let it rest in them concealed for a while then gazed down chewing her lips. Her expiration date might have just been extended, yet she wouldn't call anything indefinite at this point. And not with him...
He still did not remember a speck about her. Didn't talk much, except occasional Black Speech spurts she knew no meaning of, besides they didn't seem to be directed at her... All she was, a sheath for his sword and a pillow to rest his head upon.
Yet You succumb to him every time and have issues warding off the butterflies!
Alia sighed deeply.
Is it really an experiment, Part Two: How long will the Orc keep his toy?
What will he do when he's finished? The human couldn't help another storm of darkened thoughts, they swept her everyday... Will he throw her to the mercy of others..? Kill her himself..? Or perhaps have an ounce of compassion and let her go to search out a nearby human settlement? Either way she was as good as dead.
Soft scuffles outside the doorway attracted her attention. The familiar Snaga shuffled in tentatively, sniffing and darting his gaze around as if afraid the chamber itself would be furious at his presence and swallow him whole. Seeing her awake and decent he perked up and delivered the usual package of meat and water.
"Hi Nanye." Alia let a small smile onto her lips.
The Orc snorted and headed back for the door. She could have sworn she registered an eye-roll.
"Do you know where he is?" The woman clutched her breakfast, the Snaga's eyes flicked to her face, his head cocked to the side momentarily.
"Back in a week I s'ppose." He vanished into the gloom of the archway.
There was no door or a lock on it. Outside there was another wall concealing the entrance in the peculiar antechamber that resembled a miniature maze of walls. Alia slinked through peeking into the main corridor. It was torch lit and empty. Seemingly nothing could prevent her escape. Yet she wasn't sure she wouldn't get lost before reaching the ground level. Besides the windows offered her a partial view of the frontal courtyard and the many sentries on guard. She could also detect a large chunk of the main gates. The colossal structure jutted into the sky attempting to compete with the nearby snow wreathed crags.
So it was Gundabad.
Fear dissipated if only for a moment as she let the realization sink in. It was beautiful, breathtaking, magical... A revered place in another world.
And she was there.
The human struggled with the rusty window latch to finally fling it ajar letting in a flock of tiny snowflakes. The white powder dusted the floor with a thin veil bringing in the crisp air and Northern winds that began to tease her hair. Alia caught one snowflake and watched it melt into her palm.
When she spun she'd nearly jumped to hit the ceilings.
And how the heck they are so quiet..?
"Djor!" She beamed. "You're back!" It was a second time Alia'd seen the Orcess. She was starved for a conversation or a company of a female...
Djor examined her with her dark eyes and snorted the same way the Snaga did. Her fangs were exposed in a friendly yet mischievous smirk.
"Still alive I see." She noted in heavily accented Westron.
Alia made eyes and shook her head briefly.
"For now at least." She grinned despite the morbid statement.
The female approached and tugged up her tunic offhandedly to take a look at the now fused skin. Her dark grey lips formed another smirk.
"Ready?" She continued to stare her down.
"W-what for?"Alia's forehead creased.
"Outside." The female's eyes came to light.
x x x
Djor took Alia through a set of maze like hallways, scrupulously avoiding any presence. Alia didn't give much thought to it brushing any musings off to the mental file titled 'Azog's weird orders.' A following corridor came to an abrupt end and a gust of bone chilling wind greeted them. The human inhaled feverishly. It was as brisk as ice and the freshest air she'd ever smelled.
No wonder that Orc is always shirtless if he grew up in this ice box. Anything else is desert to him I reckon...
The human let a shiver ascend her back. The black haired female handed the human her throw.
The pair rested on the top of a hill between two cliffs, away from crowds, concealed from view. Djor watched her relentlessly and Alia spun to meet her gaze.
"You know I'm not going to disappear. You don't have to watch me like that."
The Orcess let out a snort followed by a leer.
"Just in case." Her eyes flashed mischievously. "Sure mastuh'd hate to loose'ye."
It was Alia's turn to snort. The human shook her head vigorously.
"Sure he doesn't care."
Djor hummed in response. "Him is all I smell even now."
The blunt statement forced a hot blush onto Alia's cheeks. It took her a while to look up and her gaze was almost guilty. Somewhere deep down a thought nudged, should've she made it harder for him then..? At least to prove some sort of a point...?
But she would give herself up still, give it her all regardless...
Ugh! Stupid love..!
When her eyes met the blackness of Djor's Alia detected a flicker of curiosity. Lost in thought the human wasn't aware the emotions transforming her features.
"I don't believe it." An impish grin revealed the female's incisors. "Ye love th'ol' bastard!"
Alia's face was now concealed beneath the wall of hair. Were all Orcs so shrewd?
"Âlia..." The healer nudged the human's shoulder softly.
The human gazed up aversely. Her cheeks bright red with flush she couldn't force herself to return the Orcess' stare.
"Yer female kind always squeal and take flight." Djor chuckled darkly. "Wouldn't have thought especially...
Alia exhaled deep and apace. Perhaps it wasn't smart but...
Her fingers trembled slightly when she drew back the thick strands to reveal the bite mark.
She harbored the secret, miraculously keeping it concealed from Azog but it beat out of her chest. It was on her lips.
"Can I tell you something Djor?" The words were a breathe, catching the wind they wafted away. The black-haired female scoot closer.
x x x
The Orcess slipped out her dwelling, adjusting a lengthy shoulder pelt she proceeded aback of the structure, up the narrow, steep trail between moss patched boulders, her destination a remote cavern.
It wasn't unheard of Orc males to mate the humans of the opposite sex. The fate ties you to one no matter who or what they are... But it did astonish her to come from a person she thought the master to be with throngs of females polishing his boots with their bodies...
The bite had healed long ago... She speculated the verity yet then the girl related the story. As insane as it seemed, the existence of a whole another world Djor felt compelled to attempt... To at least try to help the human... Alia was tied to the master, no matter the powers at work, she found her way into their world...
The Orcess shook her head as if attempting to shuffle all the thoughts back into place, she slipped past the massive rock into the shaman's cave.
x x x
She had guessed that much, yet when her companion had re-told her, her lips shook as the woman attempted to stifle the approaching torrent. A storm of tears to wash away what was lost. He loved her back, he marked her to be his. Scars don't heal. It appears broken hearts do not either.
He cannot see it... Alia flipped her locks forth to further conceal the scar. Djor slipped in quietly. In her hand a tiny jar.
"Ye owe me." She pursed her lips teasingly. "You both must drink, but..."
"I know..." The human sighed. "No guarantees..."
"Only me and Lûr are allowed to come here." Djor leaned forth bringing her voice to a whisper as if letting the human in on a secret.
"Uh Nanye..?"
The Orcess couldn't constrict a snicker. "Is that what ye call that grumpy thing?"
"Nan'yer business he said..." Alia grinned in return.
The female laughed louder.
"Name means 'gold'."
"Heart of gold I suppose." Alia snorted.
She was glad to push the impending worries to the back of her memory. "How about you?"
"Six." Djor help up her left palm. "There was an extra digit perched right beside the pinky.
"Never bothered me." She leaned her head sidelong examining her fingers. "Not like my mate mind." She looked up narrowing her eyes in a darkened, mischievous stare. "Extra grip."
The human answered with a knowing smirk.
x x x
The Sunrays were vanishing gradually as the enormous, flaming disk slid down beyond the crags. Like clockwork Lûr came in to light the torches. For some reason his expression was plagued by the twitches of worry. He delivered the supper as always. The caretaker paused, out of his vest pocket he unearthed a tiny pouch, in it a few black, oblong berries. The elderly Orc gazed up, a twinkle in his eyes was a smile.
"Thank you...Lûr!" Alia pulled his small frame in for a hug, the thought of fruit made her heart leap.
The Snaga thrashed momentarily. "He'll kill me mistress if'e smells me on ye."
The human frowned.
"Expected to return from ridin' this night he is."
Now her stomach constricted in chills. She pulled away biting her bottom lip.
Lûr shuffled away promptly. Yet returned shortly after, at the same time as a hiss emitted from the small circular tear in the wall. Then a deep indentation in the floor began to fill with water. Alia stood dumbfounded. All this week she scratched her head on what that hole was and come to find out...
A bath.
Lûr let out his signature snort.
The mental image of that Orc soaking in a bubble bath... The voice could hardly contain the manic laughter.
Yes and playing with the rubber duckies.
We both know that's not what he'll be playing with. It smirked.
Alia glared.
About to exit the small male shot her a look the woman couldn't decipher.
The Snaga shuffled down the corridor, in his deep, mustardy eyes there was a flicker of pitty.
It was like sitting on pins and needles. Or worse, now she understood how people awaiting a verdict feel. Her insides wanted her hurl themselves out.
Can he just come already. I'm sweating here.
The most insane feeling in the world is to be overjoyed to see one yet terrified to no end all the same...
Hefty steps resounded the corridor.
Alia rose swaying.
x x x
She was dumped into the tub sans any invitation.
Alia sat across from her... Well it was hard to tell... Captor, mate, master..? The woman enjoyed these moments of some sort of 'luxury' if you put it. The water soaked away grime and with it seemingly dissolved the concerns.
She wasn't about to converse however. Still brimming with curiosity just like in her world Alia did not suppose this Azog was up for a barrage of questioning.
He rested holding a flask in his remaining hand.
Funny how species so fundamentally different do share traits. We all love BUBBLE BATHS! Yay! The voice started thoughtfully yet ended on a silly note.
Alia's eyes shut yet opened back up immediately upon hearing a grunt from her bath time buddy, he tossed her the flask.
Party time now!
The woman sniffed the contents to only be faced with an irked rumble.
What's it with him and all those grrrrr. Drink this grrrr. Shut up grrr. Bend down grrr. The inner self couldn't help a major eye roll and an impish snicker.
Mother of God what is this engine fuel?!
Alia face reddened as her cheeks expanded containg the spirit inside.
Azog released a cackle very similar to one when the vagabond grandpa was 'maced' into his ribs.
Great. Now he's making fun.
'Tleast his mood isn't rotten... And that means you might be able to close your legs come morning! *Smirk.*
You're not helping!
A shiver traversed her back when she finally let the burning substance down her throat. Alia scrunched her face.
Your grandparents survived the World War, this mean you can do this!
Even if this means getting drunk to please him..? Yeah sure thing and let your liver disintegrate slowly from drinking this shit?
That water felt so good...
x x x
Having had enough the Defiler rose to his full height.
Ohoho look what we got here!
Pervert!
He was aroused. That thing practically stared her in the face.
Alia straightened gradually yet he motioned for her to remain.
Something inside her, perhaps the liquid courage or resignation of herself caused the female to slip forth trough the waters catching the hold of his shaft; she slipped it into her mouth breathlessly.
Instead of proceeding tentatively she handled him roughly somewhat mimicking his mannerisms or perhaps exacting her own revenge.
We like these sounds much better!
The inner self smirked wickedly as the large Orc's lips released a throaty grunt caught by surprise. Her fist slid at a rapid pace keeping up the rhythm with her tongue. She felt him throb, stiffen further, expand... The human pushed his manhood deeper sliding the head against the roof of her mouth. Azog's palm was a vice around her shoulder...
Alia pulled away quickly before he had a chance to climax.
The Pale Orc's broad fingers slipped into her hair yet instead of grasping or pulling he simply let them slide as if petting her.
The male rose gesturing for her not to follow.
Well screw him she'll enjoy the bath on her own.
You sure did screw him alright.
Whatever.
Alia dipped into the warmth slipping her fingers through her soaked tresses. Her eyes shut as she took another sip managing to commandeer the aforementioned flask. The liquor was beyond effective, the worries fluttered away... Well more like dive bombed out of there.
As her eyes began to examine the ceiling she didn't realize the ice-blue examining her. His eyes roamed her wet body.
Judging by the looks she could have been Rohhirrim. Azog's nostrils flared. Thin enough to be from the Laketown... There was something else about her the weathered male couldn't pinpoint.
"All of them like you? His gruff voice thundered in accented Westron so unexpectedly it caused Alia to twitch. The Orc, of course, let a toothy smirk to alight his features.
Bastard.
"Uh... Whuh..?" She stammered caught off guard by his pry."
"The females of where you hail?" He continued.
The human straightened her back, she frowned as the wheels in her head proceeded turning.
That fucker!
"What if I say 'yes' are you're going to plan a little 'capturing' expedition over there? Her frown deepened tremendously.
"Oh I'm done with this one, lemme see what else is out there!" Alia mimicked the depth and gruffness of his voice.
I knew you shouldn't have drank. The voice facepalmed herself. We're finished...
She was fortunate his mood indeed softened.
"You are different." He cocked his head inhaling deeply. "You fuck me willingly." The wide grin showcased what she might have waiting in store for her later on.
Alia stood hips deep in water.
"What would you have expected from me... master?" She swigged and then tossed the flask at the Defiler, the pouch was caught in the mid air by his quick grasp instead of slamming into his face as she intended.
"Would you expect me to whimper, holler, shout for you to:
"Kill me instead!" Alia mocked a high pitched damsel voice.
"But then you'd still take me. Ravage me. Take over me." Her chest heaved as her fists balled at her sides.
"And slowly, as you pound inside me those shouts of terror would morph into the moans of pleasure as I learn to enjoy it..?" Alia chiseled the last words.
Woah now, take it easy there girl. Had no idea you had this in you! The voice was stupefied and so was Azog.
She watched the flames in his eyes take over the murk in the room.
"Come ride me pet." The guttural, lustful rumble resonated his chest.
Alia exited the waters. "As tempting as it sounds..." She paused watching him stroke his hardening cock. It's almost as if he was saying, you know you want it...
Bastard!
"As tempting as it sounds... Master... Human females don't fuck Orcs." Her exhale hitched. "You'll have to make me."
In his turn he witnessed a familiar fire in her eyes, same one he detected that second night he came for her.
Azog's massive body rose striding towards the female.
x x x
He expected unquestioned obedience yet he enjoyed being teased by her...
Weak, breakable yet feisty... The vibration of a foretasting growl seeped through his teeth.
Soft, fragrant, arching beneath him...
Azog's eyes ablaze with ferocity forced Alia'a bottom lip to tremble yet she stood her ground steeling her features. As his limb rose to grasp her the human darted into another corner. The predator followed.
So small...
Yet there was the ever present lack of fear in her scent... It intrigued him.
She returned his stare as his muscled frame loomed over her...
Defiant...
The Orc male caught hold of Alia having to use both of his arms as her slippery body thrashed and wiggled in his grasp.
"Let me go!" She shrieked. "You annoying, giant asshole..!"
The inner reason settled on the couch and pulled out popcorn.
"Help!" She yelled out halfheartedly, knowing no one would answer regardless. The action elicited an insidious chuckle as he attempted to get a firmer grasp.
"Don't like you anymore..." Alia elbowed the male in the ribs.
That didn't even register as a tickle. Bastard.
"Let me go!" She thrashed with increasing force. "I don't want you to... I don't want... Ahhh...Uhhhmmm..." The human's voice trailed off into a weakened moan when his fingers groped between her thighs.
She bucked her hips against his stuff form yet came to her senses quickly exerting forth. Too late for attempting battles, his hold was already constricting, she could barely move yet she still tensed. Alia's head fell onto the Orc's shoulder as he lifted her up with the palm he had between her legs.
Tremors rushed up her back when Azog's incisors inched up her right shoulder. The male was putting on pressure as if testing the resilience of her skin. Wafts of his deepening, fervent breaths scorched the skin on her neck. Her small body was enveloped in his as he bent her over pushing her to lean onto the windowsill. Alia arched, her fingers fumbled in the crevices grasping feverishly as his member poised at her soaked entrance. He pushed, pounded with force, fervor, persistence... Her eyes rolled back into her head. His girth slid against her walls filing her up to capacity. A shout left her lips...
Azog...
Window flung open the chilled winds burst in sending the goose-bumps to prickle her skin. The grasp of his palm pulled her to unbend.
And there he watched her again. The only glow was his lucid embers in the moonlight. The waves of warmth they caused in her womb, her stomach brimmed with them forcing her legs to falter. Yet she stayed on her feet craning her head she focused her slightly blurred stare. Mischief flashed a grin within. The human's wiry arms shoved at his midsection, she couldn't move a mountain yet the massive Orc complied collapsing into the firs. She grinned standing over him.
His erection in her grasp she dipped him into her just a bit then slipped the head inside her inner lips. The female watched the impatience plague his features and arched flipping her hair.
He so deserves this.
Her hips sank onto him, she bent her knees up riding him as her pace increased eliciting deep grunts from the commander.
"Gazoglat akramukh horngaz." The canines were exposed in a growling grin. Pleasure filled thrills vibrated down his torso.
"No idea... What... You said." The human panted. "But it makes me want more of you." She bit her bottom lip containing a wicked smirk. Momentarily the female slid off to slip the tongue around and in his earlobe.
Azog's remaining hand clutched her hip the fingers left indentations in the supple flesh as his hips bucked forth into her. Alia gathered her damp hair attempting to steady her breathing. He was still rock hard inside her.
She was flipped so rudely the human squinted and made herself small but nothing followed. She peeled her eyes open one at a time to see the Pale Orc looming above her. As if in a trance, gradually, his palm came to hold up her wrists. Alia's lips quivered, with a light exhale she gathered a courage to gaze up.
He stared. Again. Then shook his head...
What the hell..?
The human opened her mouth yet only a waft of air had a chance to escape as she found his atop hers. Quickly all was a blur, she simply melted bending her tongue against his. It felt so good, Alia felt tears rush to the surface. So good she drowned in fuzzy warmth... So good the fire brimming in her stomach ignited once again. For that very long moment he was again - hers...
He hasn't done that since... Well since he was there in her world...
Her moans, her weak trembling, her softness, her scent... set his instincts afire once more.
Alia's limbs snaked around the Orc's muscled torso as his lips continued tasting hers.
x x x
As if Orcs did not require much sleep the commander was up with the Sun. As the pleasant beams of gold filled his chamber his blue came to light, the eyes landed onto the sleeping female. The Orc was silent yet it seemed as if his features changed corresponding to the thoughts that ruled his mind.
The commander straightened abruptly pulling on his leather cover. The woman shifted rolling over, her hair flipped to cover her face.
"Don't go..." Her voice audible barely arms outstretched toward the male. He complied sinking into her warmth. She squeezed not to let go.
"Come back..." She whispered sleepily attempting to hold on.
Azog rose. Keeping the eyes on her petite form. He would much rather share her bed than...
The Pale Orc focused his stare. The feeling rising within him caused tremors to jostle his limbs, they were hard to control. A rising rumble could be heard thorough his tightly clenched teeth.
Beneath the tiny, wavy strands that still scattered the shoulder of his female, revealed by sunrays, were the deep pink welts of a bite mark.
In this Chapter we get a glimpse at what Azog experiences, the feelings that take over him so unexpectedly, his confusion and what follows as a result. More of everything is still to come of course!
Thanks for reading! :*
Black Speech:
Djor - Six
Lûr - Gold
Gazoglat akramukh horngaz - You are wild when you drink, pet
