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WARNING: Noncon / Dubcon - may cause triggers. You are warned.
Kindred Spirits
Ch 11 – What Makes You Flushed
After Bilbo finished shedding his tears as quietly as he could, the Hobbit made his way back to Thorin. The dwarf sighed in relief to see his burglar back safe and sound.
"Bilbo, thank Aule! I was so worried."
"He took her, Thorin. The Necromancer. He didn't even give Thranduil what he'd promised, but he still took her. And . . . all I did was stand there – too afraid to save her."
"Against a sorcerer like the Necromancer, you couldn't have done much, my love."
"Well, I can tell you something I can do. I'm going to get us all out of here. Tonight. Then we're going to find her. I don't care what you say. We're going after Jose before we take one more step towards Erebor! I know you are the King and you can order them all not to, but I'm going after her regardless."
"You love her, don't you?"
"Yes – I suppose you could call it that. It's not the same love I have for you. It's not romantic love. But it's like I have to protect her. I've never married, never had children; but I think if I did, this is what I'd feel like. I doubt I make sense, but it's how I feel."
"I understand you, my Hobbit. In fact, to be honest, I feel the same way. Now, you get all of us out of here, and we'll go save our girl.
" 'Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...
Our house, was our castle and our keep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, that was where we used to sleep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house ...'"
"Will you stop singing?!"
The Necromancer glared down at Jose where she sat on the cold stone floor of Dol Goldur. At first she had put on a cool facade to protect herself from him. Now she'd switched tactics – perhaps being an annoying smart ass would put him off long enough to save her honour.
"No. Besides, it's not my fault you don't like Madness." She started singing again, " 'Father wears his Sunday best / Mother's tired she needs a rest / The kids are playing up downstairs.' "
"You will tell me where the Ring is, or I will make you suffer before I kill you."
Jose's voice rose in annoyance. "For the last bloody time, I don't know where it is; and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."
Crossing his arms, the Necromancer thought for a moment. "If you tell me, I'll send you home."
"Ummm, …. no. Listen, I'm not Dorothy. This isn't my first time round the round-about as it were. Her 'wizard' couldn't send her back, and I doubt you send me back either."
"At least I know who I am."
Jose shrugged her shoulders. "Eh, a little amnesia's worth the price of pissing you off."
A cruel laugh came from him. "You really don't know, do you? Even before you lost your memory, you didn't know."
"I'm not dignifying that with a response. You have nothing I want, so you might as well kill me now and get it over with."
"You're a little eager for death. So you would decline the knowledge that you are descended from someone you've met in this time?"
"Yes."
"Even if it'd help you understand your own father?"
"What about my father?" All this time, she'd been avoiding his eyes. Now, Jose suddenly looked up and glared at the sorcerer.
A smug smirk slunk over his mouth. "Oh, I see, somebody has Daddy issues."
Standing up suddenly, Jose faced him head on, "That coming from a twisted, fucked up Maia like you? Really? I don't think you can talk about my 'issues', thank you very much." Jose stopped herself for a moment. Had she said too much?
The Necromancer was quiet for a moment before saying, "How do you know I am a Maia?"
'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' Jose screamed to herself.
"Your memory's coming back. Perhaps slowly, but it is coming. It's only a matter of time. Now the question is what shall we do to while away the time as you get your memory back?"
"We could always go back to my karaoke skills or maybe you do charades?"
The dark haired phantom took a step towards Jose as he gained solidity. "I haven't had a woman in hundreds of years."
"Cause you fancy boys or has plotting your evil come back taken up most of your time?"
Instead of answering her, the Necromancer leaned down and ravaged her mouth with a searing kiss. Jose tried to fend him off, but with all his power focused on staying solid, she wasn't a match for him. When he pulled back, his normally pale cold blue eyes were black with passion.
"I'm going to enjoy this."
"Well, that makes one of us. Now, get the fuck off me." She struggled to keep his hands off her, but failed as the Necromancer held her firmly by the arms.
"If you don't cooperate, I'll simply take you. Then after that, I'll go back and capture some of your friends – and make them watch round two."
Now, her blood really froze in her. She couldn't risk Thorin, Bilbo, and the others getting into the Necromancer's hands. And if any of them saw him humiliating her, then she'd never be able to look them in the eyes again.
"What's your definition of cooperation? Do I just lie here and take it, or do I have to do things?"
"Oh, active, of course. For starters, I've kissed you. Now, you have to kiss me back – like you mean it. One little thought or trace that you don't, and you lose. It'll be easy. Just imagine me being Oakenshield."
"Ewww, I don't fancy Thorin."
"Enough stalling. You've got just about a minute before I make this the most unpleasant experience for you. If you cooperate, who knows? You may even like it."
Taking a deep breath, Jose looked at him. Tall and thin, with insane curly dark hair and icy blue eyes that seemed to take in and see everything, the Necromancer reminded her of someone – but she couldn't think who.
She grabbed hold of his hair and pulled him down to her. His lips were surprisingly full and sweet. He ghosted his tongue over her bottom lip, and Jose opened her mouth to him. She expected him to be rough and demanding, yet the Necromancer's motions were more like he was savoring the experience – tasting her.
When they parted, Jose's face was flushed as she looked up at him. "Did I pass the test?"
He nodded grudgingly. "Yes, my dear. Hopefully, the first of many."
