"Stop moving, she-elf, or I'll pluck your eye out," the orc growled, grasping the elf's hair and pulling on them so she would come to a halt. Truly, she could be irritating. Although she was tough and could stand much, she still was not an orc. It seemed that elven maids were much more fragile than even the weakest of his kin. Even if they were not those foolish bards, rather what they called warriors, he still could notice that great chasm between these two races.
On the other hand, though, he had to admit that even sacrificing strength was worth it when he looked at the pale skin, even though now it was covered in dust. Tauriel was simply beautiful in his eyes, and although until now he had been convinced that strength and resistance to pain and injuries was all that mattered, he changed his mind as he glanced at his slave. She was both strong and exquisite; and was a great difference between her and the women amongst his race. No matter then how much her wincing and huffing irritated him, he would not try to change that about her now, knowing that was the price she paid for looking the way she did.
"Then try to be more careful with your filthy tongue," growled Tauriel, gripping the other's wrist and trying to pull it away from her hair. He was insane. That was no way he could help those cuts heal if he kept on cleaning them with his tongue and saliva. She was convinced this way he would only make things worse. After all, the foul stench of decay coming from his mouth was enough to make her sure that nothing good could come from this. And yet, he insisted she would accept the treatment, and – for some reason – she could not protest.
Well, it could be because of the fact she was wearing his collar and he treated her as his slave, but the longer she lived there, in that dark, cold cave, the better she understood her own feelings. It was not that he was strong enough to force her to do whatever he wanted to, but because she had begun to like him, whether she wanted or not.
Since he had saved her life, no-one but him had ever appeared in her room. But he had not dared to touch her in any improper way; instead, he kept licking her cheek and temple, where his armour had left two awful, deep cuts. He was certain that they would soon be healed, and nothing but two little marks would remain there, but he felt a bit guilty that it had had to happen. Stupid little she-elf! Had she not tried to escape, nothing like that would have happened! All of the male orcs had had to feel her scent filling the underground corridors when she was in such a state. After all, she had been fertile when she had decided to make this attempt to leave her prison; it had been before the very peak of her fertility, but every orc wanted to inseminate her, if the prey had come to them so willingly.
That was now what he would ever allow to happen. She was his, and no-one else's. And she would bear only his children – soon enough. That was why he needed to make sure she would be alright and strong before the act.
Hearing the bold answer, Bolg frowned, growling and pulled on the red strands once more, making the little she-elf whimper quietly, grimacing slightly. It was amusing to see her face change so much.
"I am not going to let any infection get in," he grunted, leading his raspy tongue against her cheek once more. It was disturbing that the cuts were still bleeding, and he could feel the sweet, metallic taste whenever he cleaned the wounds. That made him worry, even though he would never allow her to see that in his mismatched eyes. And what if she was fragile enough to get sick because of something so little? That would mean that she was not resistant enough to endure the time of pregnancy – not to mention giving birth. "Now, stop wriggling."
Tauriel huffed and at last pulled his hand away from her hair, but only because he willingly let go of it. He wished not to hurt her more than it was necessary, even if she decided to irritate him more and more with her stupid behaviour. Yes, she was probably much younger than him, but it was annoying that she acted like a child whom she no longer was. Meanwhile, the elf felt pretty amused, thinking exactly the same thing about the orc, seeing him frown at whatever she did. Just like a child, she thought, and smiled, quite glad that he could not see that, licking the cut again.
It was interesting to see him improve his ability to speak the common tongue just because he wanted to talk to her instead of forcing her to learn his language. It was caused mainly by her innate curiosity and talent, but at the same time she understood more and more words in Black Speech, and she was pretty sure she would be able to have a little talk with her abductor in is mother tongue, if she only wanted. However, she decided not to betray that fact. Somehow, she did not want him to be aware of that. Maybe because she was scared he would try to make her learn more, and this way she would lose any interest in getting to know it, or that he would only talk like this from now on, thus making her ears forget the sweet sound of any human sounds.
That was not something she would allow to happen. Although she was now amongst orcs only, and Black Speech surrounded her from everywhere, she found those little moments when Bolg was with her, talking to her, relieving. Even though every word, even the sweetest one, sounded hard and vulgar on his lips.
As soon as the orc was done with cleansing the cuts, he patted Tauriel's cheek, not really gently, as if it was some kind of a scolding for her boldness towards him. Nevertheless, he needed to admit that hw was pretty satisfied with the outcome. After her runaway she had never behaved like she had before. Actually, she had become much more obedient and although she remained fierce in her heart, she would not try to escape again. Apparenty now she was aware of the dangers that awaited her, even in this place. Or maybe especially there.
At the same time, though, something had changed between the two of them. Tauriel felt strangely awkward whenever Bolg appeared close to her, and she was convinced she should try to apologize to him, at the same time knowing that she would not be able to do that. A proud elf apologizing to some filthy orc! Had anyone ever heard of something like that? What would the other elves say if they got to know about it?
Her will to disappear from there had also gotten weaker. Of course, she still did want to run away, but after her previous attempt she understood that it was not that easy, if possible at all. This place was full of orcs, and she had nothing but a dress, some hairy blanket and a comb in her hair. At the same time, she felt it would not be appropriate to use something she had got from Bolg against him and his kin, no matter how much she hated them.
"I'll be back in the evening, she-elf," informed her Bolg as he stood up heavily and began putting the parts of is armour back in their places. "Tonight is the night. I want you fresh and ready when I come for you."
Tauriel shivered hearing those words, knowing too well what that meant. She was not ready to be a mother, especially to be a mother of his pups. The last thing she could ever want was to give birth to more orcs. What did not mean she had never wanted to have any children; that would be a lie. But never with a man she did not love. Never with a man who was like Bolg. Never knowing that her children would be taken away from her to be taught how to kill her kin.
"Do not do that," she asked almost sadly, not even looking up at the orc. It was the first time she had dared to ask for anything in the last few days. Her fingers gently tugged the edge of her sleeves as she stared at the clothing on her lap. By her people, she was still considered young, and that was what she felt. Even if Bolg could ever be the man she would love and with whom she would like to have children, she was too young to become a mother. And yet, he had decided to taint her at this young age. "I... I do not want that. I do not want to fulfill your plans for me. For us."
Having heard such a response, Bolg came to a halt and his face changed. At first so calm that almost happy, it became full of surprise, then filled up with something that looked like anger. Had she just refused the wonderful offer he had given her? Had she just protested against that wonderful plan? Even though she had been accepting it for so long?
"No," he growled, stepping closer to her, reaching to her throat, but stopping halfways, reminding himself he could not hurt her. His hand curled up into a fist as he gritted his teeth in fury that suddenly took over him. And he had been so proud of her! So happy she had at last understood! But no – she was just as stupid as the rest of those foolish elves. No different! "You cannot ask for that. You will be the mother of my offspring whether you want it or not. And if you do not accept that willingly, you will suffer, watching them grow in your stomach. And I will make sure they are born healthy, even if that means ripping your body apart. Understood?"
That was not what he wanted for her. He did not want her to be hurt, to cry, to run away. But he could not allow her to oppose to all of his plans, not now, when everything had at last been set. Most of all, he simply could not understand how she could not want him. Every orcish female would do whatever he wanted to get such an opportunity.
But she was not an orc.
Tauriel took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Why had she asked for that? She could not tell; maybe because she was aware of the fact that it was not only Bolg that wanted that. Because of the state she was in, her body begged for a man's touch. It wished to carry a child, whether she was ready for that or not. As a young and strong woman, she would be physically able to conceive and give birth to a healthy baby; it were her heart and her mind that were not ready.
"This is the best that could happen to you, don't you understand, she-elf? You could've been killed, just because you're so stupid you don't understand!" Bolg grasped her hair and pulled her onto her feet, ignoring her protests. "Your scent now is driving me insane, and if I were as cruel as you think I am, I would not wait until the night, just rip your clothes off of you, and take you here, just like you are, watching you pass out and wake so many times that you'd lose your sense of time, as long as I'd need to be sure you carry not one, but at least two of my whelps."
Something about the tone of his voice made Tauriel look at him with both fear and compassion. She understood that he was doing his best to tame the urges that tried to make him become a beast once more. That was not what he wanted for her. If it was, he would not be saying those words to her, he would not excuse himself.
"I understand," she answered at last, still grimacing lightly for he was still holding her hair in a merciless grip. Apparently he was not aware of his own strength, at least not now, as the majority of his mind was focused on trying to stop himself from forcing himself upon her. "And..." The elf stopped. Would she really be ready to utter such words? That was not what she had planned to say to him; ever. "And I appreciate that you are so kind to me. That you saved my life... that you take care of me."
For the first time in her life, she opened her heart to an orc. To a monster whom she had always considered dangerous and unfeeling. Now, she at last understood how much he could actually felt – and that those feelings were his greatest enemy. His curse.
"If... if it did not look like this... if you had not abducted me, treated me as your toy... if you had not put me in this prison, maybe I could agree to this plan. But I cannot let myself act like this, knowing our children would be used as a weapon against my people. I will not let you destroy my kin like this. Not with our children's hands. I will not give children to a man whom I do not love and who killed my friends."
At the end, the tone in her voice changed. No, she did not want to be so cruel to him, but it was already too late when she realized how her words had sounded. She could see that in Bolg's eyes. How his face changed in a second, making her shiver in terror
"Do you really think, she-elf, I would use them like that?" he hissed, pushing the woman into the corner. Her back hit the wall, what took her breath away. "You didn't care to ask me, did you. You assumed orcs were ruthless beasts instead of trying to understand us, right? I will show you how terrible a furious beast can be, then."
And leaving her there, lying on the floor, he simply turned back and left. Tauriel was still trembling as she heard the door slam in the darkness, then slowly sat up, understanding what she had done. Closing her eyes, she cursed at her own foolishness, knowing she had probably sentenced herself to something much worse than death.
With fear the elf awaited the night; she had lost her sense of time because of the darkness in the room, but even though she was sure the night had already come, for the orcs had left the hiding place, Bolg had not joined her again. Hesitantly, she approached the door and opened it, looking out. The chain attatched to the collar was long enough to allow her to do that, but she would not be able to step out. Nevertheless, even without that she could say that the cave was almost completely empty and the commander was nowhere to be seen.
Once more, she realized her mistake. It was all her fault; had she not been so proud, so full of herself, convinced that she was something better than her abductor, nothing like this would have happened. The best she could expect now was either to be completely abandoned – or to be punished and lose all she had gained from Bolg. The material aspects of that did not matter to her, though. She understood that she had just lost all of the warm feelings he might have held for her for all this time. That no longer would he be so good and caring.
Having curled up in the corner, she cried herself to sleep. Her dreams were as black and empty as a void, and she felt insecure, even though there should be nothing scary about that.
A quiet sound of the door being opened ripped he out of the terrible dreams, and she quickly sat up, panting as she stared at the door. The little light that had come from behind it was covered by some great, muscular silhouette, and that terrified her even more, but she found herself incapable of moving, as if something trapped her in her own body.
However, the man moved closer to her in a rather leisurely pace before taking a seat before her. In the darkness, Tauriel could see Bolg's eyes glistening lightly. It had to be close to the dawn, if not the morning already, since the rest of the orcs were now quickly returning to their safe place. Would they hear if their commander decided to hurt or kill her?
But nothing like that happened. Although the elf was ready for a strike, seeing the orc reach out his hand to her, she noticed he simply began undoing the laces of her dress before pulling it off of her. She was too shocked to react to that, so she did not protest. Instead, she watched him work on her clothing as if it was not happening in reality. Then, he stood up and removed his loincloth and undid the collar, letting it fall onto the floor next to her with a small clang. A part of Tauriel's mind was convinced it was still a dream, but the touch of Bolg's hand on her shoulder was too real for her to believe that.
Once ready, the man gently pushed on her shoulder, making her lie flat on the floor. His eyes wandered all across her body, but did not rested upon her face even for a while. Not until now, even though not even one word was spoken.
His free hand was placed upon her cheek, his thumb began caressing the cuts on her face as he at last met her sight. His eyes were not eyes of a beast or a monster. How could she try to battle him while he was so gentle with her? If she could only beg for him to change his plans... but she knew he would not do that. Besides, she wished not to make him angry once more. That was not something she would risk ever again.
"Don't ever... don't ever stand against me like that," he growled, but there was no aggression in his voice. It was as if he was trying to pretend he was not begging her to obey him. And she knew this one time she would.
"I will not," Tauriel heard her own voice forming words she had not planned to say. But her body, her mind, her heart, everything was against her. Although she knew she should not behave like that, that as an elf she should try to fight, she could not force herself to oppose this man anymore, no matter what he planned to do to her. Even if that meant giving him the offspring he wanted so much.
His wide, slightly rugged hands were gentle when Bolg placed them on her breasts, kneading them, massaging as if he was getting to know the feeling of them for the first time. Her hands rested on both sides of her head, and he did not have to keep them there for them to remain motionless. It was as if she was asking him to go on with his caresses, even though – he knew – he was giving her the perfect opportunity to try to run away once more. After all, she was not restraint anymore. He was not wearing his armour, and she could use that against him. And by that time, the majority of the orcs, probably all except for the guards, had gone to rest.
And yet, she was not trying to escape.
Instead, she was still there, looking at him with curiosity in her eyes, her lips parted slightly as soft sighs of pleasure left them. Something flinched in his heart. Although she had told him such cruel words before, he was still able to make her feel good. And it seemed that this time it was good enough for her not to try to stop the sounds he brought from her.
A crooked smile bowed his lipless mouth as he positioned himself between the legs he had parted with his knees. Her reactions had been enough to make him all ready for her. How her chest moved, back arched slightly, begging for his touch... he could even see the little droplets of sweat bedewing her face as she did her best not to close her eyes. It seemed to be strange to him, but she did not try to break their eye contact; moreover, she was doing all she could to keep it. As if it could help her remain obedient.
For the first time in his life, the orc did not feel an urge to hurt her, to make her feel pain before he would give her pleasure. This time, he wanted her to feel something amazing, something that would make her want to scream his name from the first second of their union.
He wanted to make love to her.
And so he did. Wrapping the little she-elf's legs around his hips, he pushed all of his length into her with the gentleness he had not known until now. He could see her stomach bulge slightly as her face grimaced; even though he was so soft and her body could adjust to his sizes after a moment, she was not really used to those intimate moments. But it would change soon. She would accept them with a smile on her face. She would beg for them, just like she should... That was what he wanted for her. To feel pleasure, to be happy to serve him.
After a moment, he began to move, letting out soft grunts mixed with his panting. At the same time, he could feel the little noises of bliss his slave was making. Only her quiet please made him speed up. This time, he was not so gentle anymore. His hands kept massaging her breasts as he pulled and pinched her nipples, seeing them harden from the teasing. A smirk appeared on his face and he leant in to take one of them into his mouth, licking and sucking mercilessly, listening to Tauriel's cries of bliss. By that time, she had wrapped her arms around him, and her nails wonderfully sank into the skin of his back. Growling, he reached between their united bodies and began rubbing her clitoris, attempting to make her get lost in the amazing feeling.
Never before had the elf felt anything like that. Her moans soon turned into screams as her legs wrapped tighter around the orc's hips which moved so fast that almost ruthlessly, pushing his length as far into her warm depths as he only could.
It could not last long. Tauriel found herself so close to her climax that she only managed to utter Bolg's name before she came harder than she ever had. But that was not enough for the orc. Almost brutally, he reached up to her hands, to keep them pressed against the floor while his mouth made its way from her chest up to her neck, kissing, licking and biting, leaving dark marks all over her fair skin. She was his, and he would always remind her about it.
With the next hard bite, he pushed even further into her, what made her squeal, and then ejaculated right into her, feeling it in his heart that he managed to reach his target and she would now carry a child of his under her heart.
"Never oppose me again," he asked again before resuming the motions of his hips.