A Lot of Explaining to Do
Brianna didn't get a chance to address Sandy's condition with the captain. The bushes suddenly rustled violently, and an outraged Nûrzgrat stomped out into the open, one of the Uruk-hai's few broad-bladed swords in his hand. As they had when Morkoth appeared, the horsemen scrambled in their defense. Brianna rushed forward to intercept the Uruk leader.
"Stop, stop, stop!" she cried, planting her hands on his chest and pushing against him. Nûrzgrat's momentum carried him forward, nearly knocking the slight woman to the ground. "Nûrzgrat, no!"
Wulfric raised his own sword, and grimly prepared himself to do battle. If only that cursed woman would get out of the way...
Jabbing a clawed finger in the captain's face, Nûrzgrat bellowed, "Man's honor, pah!" He spat at Wulfric's feet. "Fight me, if you have the balls!"
"There will be no fighting!" Brianna yelled. "Please!"
"Shara amirz grushat sharlob nar skûtûrz ta krimpuzat krimp-sha," the Uruk snarled with contempt. "I should gut you where you stand!" [A man who strikes a defenseless woman he has tied with rope.]
His leader's words cut through Morkoth's fog, and he released Sandy quickly, stepping back to look at her. She tried to hide the bruises, but there just wasn't any way she could. The huge Uruk's face contorted with rage, and he turned on the captain.
"Tell me who did this," he growled, fists clenching, body quivering.
"What do you think of your 'man's ways' now, eh?" Nûrzgrat sneered.
"That's enough, both of you," Sandy admonished. "Nûrzgrat, lower your sword. You, horse guy, you too."
"Wulfric," he supplied automatically. It was the strangest place he'd ever been; he would have expected such indignation of his own men, but not of a pack of orcs.
"You should be ashamed of yourself," Brianna snapped, folding her arms over her chest and glaring sternly at Wulfric.
"He only tied me up because he knew I'd kick his ass," Sandy snarled.
"Shut up, you're not helping," Brianna said.
"She had information," the horse lord barked, trying very hard to look justified. Pointing an accusing finger at Sandy, he said, "She would not cooperate. She swore at me."
"She swears at everyone," Brianna retorted. "You're nothing special." Looking him up and down with distaste, she spat, "You call yourself a man."
"Feel good and strong now, do you?" Nûrzgrat taunted. Brianna truly could not restrain or even block him; he knew this. He could easily knock her aside. But if there was one thing the women had taught him, it was that words could help or hinder far better than swords. "Come for me, pushdug! Or would you prefer me shackled?"
He smirked with satisfaction when Wulfric winced.
Sandy was having a much harder time with Morkoth. He seemed beyond speech, straining against her as she held his arms and dug her heels in. His eyes were focused on the horse lord, teeth bared, a menacing growl rumbling in his chest. She didn't dare release even one of his arms to turn his attention to her.
"Morkoth!" she cried. If only her head reached higher than his sternum! "Dammit, Morkoth, look at me!"
"You took her from me, then you beat her!" Morkoth roared. "You are men! You do not do these things! You slaughter us, us, for less than this!"
He would have shoved Sandy aside and gone for Wulfric's throat if several Riders hadn't converged, encircling their captain with swords out. The blades were pointed at the enraged Uruk, some actually touching his chest warningly. He seemed oblivious. Sandy, however, was not.
"That is enough!" she bellowed at a volume that even impressed Nûrzgrat. All eyes focused on her. "If anyone should be pissed beyond all reason, it should be me." Turning to the men, she shoved several out of the way and stood before Wulfric. Poking him in the chest, she snarled, "If I wasn't standing between you and him, you'd be dead. It would take a shitload more men than you've got to drop him before he had your head torn off. Tell him what you told me, and hope to god he has an ounce of sympathy."
Wulfric blinked, his eyes flicking between the woman and the orc. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. He and his men were on their way to rid the land of filth like these creatures, and here they stood, being schooled by a pair of orcs on the proper way to treat a lady.
"Start talking, whiteskin," Nûrzgrat snarled. "I'm in charge of him, but I don't have no say when it comes to his mate. You fucked with the wrong female."
"We have left our families behind," Wulfric said quickly. Though the idea of a woman being referred to as the mate of an orc was repellent in the extreme, and in spite of the fact that they outnumbered the orcs ten to one, he knew he was in the wrong here, and for the sake of his honor, if only in the eyes of his own men, he caved. "Women and children. Farms, villages, to the west of here. Please understand," he begged, "I feared for their safety. I saw you, and I believed they were in danger."
Morkoth did his level best to see the man's side, but it was too difficult. He could only see his ghaashkarn, and the things done to her. "Why? Why would you hurt her? She did nothing to you. Nothing."
Again, Wulfric winced. "No. She did not. Nor did she help me. She did not answer when I asked how many of you there were. She told me to... do vile things to myself when I asked where you were going, what your intentions were." Straightening to his full height, the horse lord lifted his chin defiantly. "Tell me, then. Answer these questions for me. Reassure me that you mean no harm."
"Oh, we ain't innocent," Nûrzgrat growled. "And we'll do harm if we feel the need to. One thing you can be sure of, though – we want the fuck out of your cursed country. You lot murdered all our folk, stirred up the fucking trees against us, destroyed our home... and now you got the fucking gall to tell us you were so afraid of what we would do that you beat the fuck out of a bound woman!"
"I think that about covers it, thanks, Nûrzgrat," Sandy said. "Now, I suggest you take my initial advice, and turn your asses around. Go fight Sauron, you retarded mother-fuckers, and leave us the hell alone. We promise not to prank call your stupid little villages and farms on our way out."
"Yes, please go," Brianna said, her softer voice seemingly a tiny island in a stormy sea. "You have done enough. I promise, we will avoid any settlements between here and the border. Just... please let us go in peace."
"His deed must be answered," Morkoth insisted.
"You want an answer?" Sandy asked. Grimacing, she turned to the captain and pulled back her fist. He seemed to steel himself for the inevitable blow, perhaps felt he deserved it. When she hit him, it wasn't where, or how, he expected. She suddenly shifted position, and shot a foot straight out at the hip, catching him in the groin so hard he was thrown back. Staggering, he toppled over with a strangled cry. Every male in the vicinity, and a few hiding in the bushes, winced in sympathy. She nodded with satisfaction. "There's your answer."
The Uruk-hai and the women put another few miles between themselves and the departing Rohirrim before settling down to camp. The sense of relief was so great, no one felt inclined to set a watch. Nûrzgrat just shrugged off the idea. Everyone was worn out. Sandy and Morkoth slipped away for some alone time for a more proper reunion.
Lying in the tall grass beneath the starless sky, they held each other and kissed desperately, as if they had been separated for days, not hours. Their legs tangled, and they pressed so tightly to one another their heartbeats thundered in unison. Feeling him hard against her inflamed her passion even more.
"Morkoth," she breathed against his mouth, "I missed you so much."
"I thought you would leave me," he whispered.
Frowning, she drew back and looked at him. "Why would you think that?"
"You said... you said I am the enemy you hold close," he reminded her. "You only stay because you have no choice."
A slight smile curved her mouth, and she touched his cheek. "I had a choice. So did Brie. Where are we now?"
His lips twitched. "You are with us."
"Bingo," she said, grinning.
As he looked at her bruised face, his brow furrowed. He drew a clawed finger gently down her swollen temple. "I should have killed him for this."
"Those men would have killed you, whether you were in the right or not," she said firmly. "All I could think about was them finding you and finishing you off. I didn't care what he did to me. I couldn't bear him hurting you." Sandy tentatively touched the bloody shoulder of his tunic. "If I'd had to watch you die..." Her voice faltered in reaction to her fears.
Morkoth kissed her forehead. "You and Brie are wiser than we are. She told us to stay hidden. I could not. I saw you, and..."
"I don't know if I could have stood it any longer either, knowing how close you were," she said, laughing slightly. Then she grew serious. "Morkoth, I want... to feel you... touching me."
"I am touching you," he replied softly.
"Not... my face," she said. He drew his hand back, his brow creased with concern. "Not because it hurts. I mean... my skin. I want to feel you against me."
He stiffened slightly, uncertain. "Tell me what you wish."
"Take off your tunic, Morkoth."
Sitting up, he slowly peeled the garment off. Sandy also sat up, and unbuttoned her shirt. Her fingers trembled on the buttons, shook violently when she unhooked her bra. Lying back down, she embraced him with one arm, and touched his chest. His yellow eyes, now the color of honey, took in her pale flesh as if he gazed upon a priceless treasure.
She slid her hand down his arm and took hold of his hand. Hesitantly, nervously, she placed his hand on her breast.
"I... do n-not know what to... to do," he stammered, swallowing hard. He couldn't take his eyes off his own hand, as if he expected it to proceed on its own and instruct him.
"You... do this," she said, contracting her fingers over his, guiding him in massaging the soft mound. A low moan escaped her, and she shuddered with pleasure at his touch, awkward and inexperienced though it was.
"Do I hurt you?" he asked, alarmed.
"Not at all," she said with a slight smile. Encouraged, he took over, gently but firmly kneading her breast. Sandy's back arched, and she moaned again.
Reaching up, she wrapped her arm around his neck and drew him down to her. He was taken aback at the ferocity of her kiss, and growled deep in his throat. He had to abandon her breast as she pulled him against her, flattening herself against his chest.
Sandy's hand slid down his ravaged back, momentarily halted by his breeches. Then she found she wasn't finished. This closeness with him was wonderful, but it would not be enough.
"Morkoth," she breathed into his pointed ear. "Take off your pants."
He froze. His breathing was quickened by the desire he felt, and his erection was nearly painful, but he was suddenly filled with fear.
"You are... certain?"
"If you don't get the god damned things off, I'll rip them off," she growled without heat. He laughed nervously, but sat up again to untie the laces.
Sandy didn't waste any time; she unbuttoned, unzipped and shed her jeans and panties so quickly he didn't know what to think. Trembling, he finished stripping and just sat there, looking at her uncertainly.
He wasn't small. A thread of worry ran through Sandy as she looked at him. She almost changed her mind. It wasn't that he was abnormally large, but he was a very tall Uruk, and all of him was proportionately sized.
"It will hurt," he said, "It always hurts."
"I can imagine," she breathed. "Hurts you too, I suspect." He nodded. "Okay, then, we'll do this carefully." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "If all you've ever known was... unwilling partners, you probably aren't aware that... well, women who are willing... get... a bit wet. Makes it slide in easier. I think... given your... endowments... maybe a little more help is going to be needed."
"Wet?" he said, obviously perplexed.
"Yes. Um... would you be adverse to... uh... using your mouth first?"
His eyebrows slowly rose. "My mouth..."
"And... tongue."
"Like... kissing?"
"Yeah, sort of like that."
"Will it... please you, if I do that?"
"I think it probably will, if you keep your teeth out of it," she said with a wan smile. "But... first things first, okay?" She gathered him to her, kissing him, and drawing him down to lie with her. "It would be nice if you kissed your way down," she suggested softly. He drew back and looked at her through half-lidded eyes, a slight smile on his face.
Sandy faltered. "Oh god, you're really an orc, aren't you?" she breathed.
His brow furrowed in confusion. "Yes. Had you forgotten?"
"You wouldn't believe how often I do," she said with a laugh.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Hell, no," she replied, kissing him fiercely.
"I go down now," he said when he got his breath back.
"Happy trails," she said breathlessly.
Sandy was not inexperienced. Two men she'd slept with were very well-versed. Yet with Morkoth's careful attentions and shy uncertainty, just the feel of his lips on her body as he descended set her on fire. Only occasionally she felt his teeth graze across her skin. At her breast, he flicked his tongue over her hardened nipple and sent her over the moon. He lingered there for a moment, driving her mad with wanting him. He seemed to delight in the effect he was having on her.
As he closed in on the sweet spot, she could hear the feral growl building in his chest. By now, he must be getting bombarded with pheromones, and he was heading for the source. Sandy thought her legs might break, she had them spread so wide in wanton anticipation.
When his tongue touched her, a shuddering moan flowed out of her like a sigh.
"Do I hurt you?" he asked.
"Shut up and get back in there," she snapped, grabbing his head and pushing it back down. He chuckled as he obeyed. For being an amateur, Morkoth drove her wild with his tongue. Or perhaps she wanted him so badly that anything he did would get her worked up. Whatever the reason, her body responded to him, her hips rolling sensuously, cooing and mewling gasps erupting from her throat. Then he stopped.
"I cannot...," he gasped, teeth clenched. Leaning above her on his arms, he shook all over. "Want... need to be inside you... can't... Sandy..."
"Okay, okay," she replied, drawing him close. "I think we're ready now." She could tell how impatient he was even as he grudgingly accepted her kiss. "I'm going to touch you," she said quietly. "Guide you."
He nodded, but still wasn't ready when she took hold of him. His eyes flared wide and he looked nearly in a panic.
"Are you okay?" she whispered.
"No one... has ever touched me," he said awkwardly.
Smiling, she gently stroked him a few times, watching with amusement as his eyes nearly rolled back into his head and his mouth hung open as he moaned. "Enter me slowly," she said quietly. He fought his way back to attention, and nodded.
She could feel him filling her, and groaned deeply. Her hands convulsed, fingernails digging into his hips, adding her own marks to the welts he bore.
"Do I hurt you?" he asked again, concern overwhelming the pleasure he was obviously experiencing.
"A little, but it's a good kind of hurt," she replied. "You?"
"Good," he gasped, sinking deeper inside her. "Wet is good." Then he stopped again. "What now?"
"Back and forth, slowly," she replied, wrapping her legs around him and hooking her ankles behind his thighs. Thus anchored, she matched the rhythm he began to set, pivoting her hips to meet him. Her responsiveness was an entirely new sensation, and he was clearly having a very hard time holding back. "Easy does it," she said gently, though speech wasn't easy for her at the moment. "We have all night."
He held out longer than she thought he would. When she began to really enjoy it, getting close to her own peak, the low growl in his chest suddenly broke out in a roar. Collapsing upon her, he held her tightly against him, thrusting his hips wildly.
Between grunting gasps, he cried, "Can't... too hard... forgive... "
"This is good," she groaned. "Don't worry, this is good."
When Sandy came, she did not do so quietly. Her cries echoed in the still night air, accompanied by Morkoth's roars as he exploded inside her.
Gasping for breath, Morkoth weakly rose just enough to look at her. He could think of nothing to say, his mind reeling.
Even though his focus was sharp and isolated, he still heard the running footsteps.
"What the fu-," Nûrzgrat bellowed as he came running up. He stopped short when he found them. Eyes flaring wide, mouth dropping open, he quickly looked away. Why such a sight should embarrass him, he had no idea. "I... sorry. Heard... Thought you were being attacked."
"Go away," Morkoth growled. Sandy giggled nervously.
Without a word, Nûrzgrat stomped back to camp, a troubled expression on his face.