So a lot of people would like Bolg to kill Lug, including myself; however, he's still very young (like, two or three) and is being hidden out of safety. So it can't be Bolg, maybe in a few years it could have been (and it still may be, cause something might happen in a few years) but not at this point in time. However, I will say you will all be very pleased in what will happen. Also, I'm not sure if I said this in the story, but Azog isn't in a position where he can do anything to Lug. Lug's numbers are double Azog's, and though Azog could kill Lug he's not strong enough to kill all of the other orcs before they attacked him. So he's kind of stuck playing nice, for the moment in time as you see in this chapter. Just as a further clarification so no one is like, why are you letting this happen Azog - it's cause he has no choice, and it is really KILLING him that he can do nothing.

PS: thanks for still reading. It gets better next chapter I swear.
song is Terrible Love by the National

XXVII. It's a terrible love and I'm walking with spiders/it's a terrible love and I'm walking in/It takes an ocean not to break/it takes an ocean not to break

Hearing a growl and feeling a strong bite on his arm Azog woke with start to see Daisy looking back at him, whining slightly as she pawed at him. It took but a moment before Azog was on his feet, knowing that something was wrong for Daisy would not have left Calla otherwise; however when he looked to where Lug had been sleeping he saw his dark shape, and so it made no sense. Until it did. With a small gasp Azog had the woman by the hair, laying under a dark hide to look like an orc, and was stalking to the tent. So quick and sure was he in his movements that he was in the tent throwing the girl on the ground and having Lug by his throat all before Lug even knew he was there.

Calla breathed a sigh of relief at seeing Azog, her breasts sore and aching from Lug's hands and teeth, and she quickly blinked away the tears that had formed at seeing him and moved to stand behind Azog; knowing she could only afford strength before Lug's eyes. The blonde woman was crumpled on the ground, tears streaming down her face, and it was then Calla realized she had betrayed them. And it was upon seeing Daisy walking back into the tent that she realized her warg had left to get Azog, and he had come before Lug had moved lower than her breasts on her body. She stood with her back straight and her chin level, bare as the day she was born, though it did not show on her face or in her eyes; all the blonde woman or Lug could see looking at her was strength - and that was exactly as she wanted it.

"I had no idea how lovely she truly was," Lug said smirking cruelly, his voice strained from Azog's hand on his throat. "You have kept her to yourself, I now see why."

Azog's face was stone cold and pale, offering no forgiveness as he glared furiously. "She was not yours to have," he growled dangerously.

Lug gave a choked laugh. "I had not the chance to have her before you came," he wheezed, unafraid Azog would kill him, watching closely for even a tiny glimmer of relief though he did not see it for Azog hid it well. And so Lug tried another way, wanting now more than ever after feeling her body beneath him and tasting her breasts to have her now that he was stiff and in need. He smiled at Azog. "Do you remember the women we would take as we raided villages?" he asked, his smile growing as Azog loosened his hand around his throat. "We would fuck them together, and we made them scream," he hummed victoriously, knowing he would have what he wanted in some way.

Azog remembered this, feeling shame flood through him at Calla hearing this. "She responds better to pleasure," he told Lug, knowing he may have to give more than he wanted; realizing he might have to give her and wondering for what reason he would refuse.

"You pleasure her?" Lug asked baffled, having never heard of such a thing.

Azog could see in the other orc's eyes that he had already decided she would be his - and upon feeling Calla's hand small and unseen on his back Azog knew she'd seen it too, and it nearly shattered him that she was telling him without words that she would do this. And it broke him even more to know from this he could not shield her, and so he began thinking of how to make what would happen as easy for her as possible. "Yes, and often," Azog told him, his voice arrogant though his chest ached.

Lug's eyes narrowed as he looked between Azog and the woman. "Why?" he demanded, wanting to catch Azog off guard so he would reveal his true feelings for the girl.

And Azog was caught off guard but he dared not let it show, in this Lug would not have victory. "To turn a woman against herself with the wants of her own body, the greatest torture," Azog answered him darkly, watching a spark light in Lug's eyes at the thought. "To have her screaming in need beneath you, to feel her as she comes. The self hatred, the pain it causes her to know that she enjoys being fucked." Lug was smiling viciously as he looked at Calla, and Azog smiled too though his fell the moment Lug's eyes were off him. He knew what was coming and he wondered if Calla did as well, if she was prepared for it; if he was prepared for it.

The wheels of his mind were turning. "What have you found pleases her?"

And there it was, if Calla did not what was to come she did then; and it quickened Azog heart with rage and dread at knowing he could not yet refuse. Lug's numbers were still too great, and though some still felt loyalty to Azog - seeing his treatment of his orcs was better than Lug's - it was not be enough to make a difference should a battle be waged. And so he was forced to answer. "A mouth between her legs has her writhing in minutes," Azog told him with a malicious voice as though he found pleasure in it.

Lug's brows raised at the thought, of how delicious he could only imagine she was. "May I?" he asked, allowing Azog to have the power of saying no but not the ability.

Azog paused, noticably, knowing this would hurt her; it would be unbearable for them both, but her especially. It may have been alright had he been the one, but in the end it was to be Lug. And Azog was forced to stand behind and look into Calla's shining eyes as Lug moved his mouth between her legs; and in that moment his heart broke.

...

Calla laid with her face buried against Daisy as she cried, feeling shame and hurt and a hatred so hot she could feel it blackening her soul. Never before had she wished to kill a person as much as she wished to kill Lug; she wanted to cut his cock off and shove it down his throat until he choked on it. She had hated every second Lug was between her legs, feeling his tongue touching her in places only Azog had, only Azog ever should. And despite herself she had grown wet, felt a release building though she did not want it, and it made it all but impossible not to cry. She had felt dirty, a whore, at being pleased by such a vulgar creature as he.

"Do not let her finish," Azog had told him roughly. "Leave her wanting more," was his reason when Lug looked up at him irritably. He had enjoyed himself, she had felt him smile when he first tasted her wetness and knowing he'd aroused her, had felt him smile when her breathing hitched as her body betrayed her. And all the while she stared at Azog's pained eyes as he looked back helplessly.

"When do I get more?" Lug demanded, his suspicions growing as to why Azog would not let him have her - though he was hard and throbbing with need and wanted to take her roughly. And it had Calla nearly shivering at the thought of him inside her, something she did not think she could do, nor did she think Azog would allow it and she was not wrong.

Azog looked at him dangerously. "Do not forget she is mine," he warned roughly. "In that I do not share." But even then Azog knew Lug would not be satisfied, may even return and hurt her worse; there really was no other way, Calla knew. And so she allowed Azog to sit her on his lap, entering her as he hadn't in weeks, facing his legs as he laid staring at her back. He had been forced to watch as Calla took Lug in her mouth, hating that she was being forced to do this and hating more he could not keep her from it. Lug had choked and groaned at the feel of her tongue around him, and as Azog had the first time she had wrapped her lips around him Lug came in seconds from the sheer pleasure her mouth could give. And so Azog pulled her to him and flipped them so he took her on her belly, hearing her soft moan as he thrusted; he was finally inside her, finally taking her as he had only wanted to, and no matter the circumstance he could never resist her. "Forgive me," he breathed softly in her ear, her fingers winding around his as she gave him her forgiveness and they continued losing themselves in each other.

Lug had watched them enraptured, Azog unable to hide how he cared for her in the way he laid with her, hearing from her moans she was enjoying him immensely. She had come before he did, her sweet voice deepened and raw as she moaned, and he followed shortly after with a deep growl and a final jerk of his hips. And then they left and Calla was alone with the remnants of her pleasure fading only to give way to the utmost shame and she began to cry.

...

She had not understood how hard it was for Azog to take the blonde woman, who Calla hated almost as greatly as Lug, had not understood that Azog might have loathed himself for enjoying it. At least not until the days that followed, for now Lug had felt the wonders of a woman's mouth he wanted it constantly. She could bear it, Azog had given her enough strength that she could take Lug in her mouth and stroke him with her tongue as he pulled her hair and thrusted in her mouth - and it was all she could do not to smile as she thought of biting him, of severing him from his manhood and imaging the shrill screams of pain he'd give as she laughed with blood dripping out of her mouth and down her chin. But she never did, she let him nearly tear her hair out and choke her and gag her as he pushed further down her throat. But she took it, for if not her mouth then he would demand to lay with her - and that she was unsure she was strong enough to do.

She grew to hate it, even the thought of Azog in her mouth repulsed her; and he did not ask for her to, he would never ask her to do that again. She did nothing more than stroke him with her hand to ready him to take the blonde woman - who Lug had warned not to kill, for she was not his. And so Azog left her to live, hurting her in every way he could think of, nearly tearing her nipple off before Calla stopped him. He could not bear it, it filled him with too much fury and loathing and pain and desperation to know Calla was being forced on her knees to take Lug, and he spoke with Lug's orcs - the ones who used to live under Azog's leadership many years ago- and learned they were unhappy with how Lug treated them. Most of the time they were starving, for food or desire; Lug favored the orcs he'd recuited from over the Mountains, if he did not need their numbers he would have killed all the orcs he had taken from Azog. And it was there, that a plan was formed; for Azog's numbers were half of Lug's with all of his orcs, but many were divided onto who loyalty should stand. For though Azog was cruel and horrid, he did not thrive off of pain as Lug did - Lug reveled in it, be it his slaves or his orcs. And it was then that the hope of Lug leaving was found, whether he left by flight or death it mattered not; he would soon be gotten rid of, and it sent an excitement through Azog's orcs, new and old, as they waited for Azog to act first so they may follow.

But Azog did not act first, Lug did, and he started with Calla. She got on her knees when he entered the tent and stood before her, staring up at him blankly as she waited for him to remove his cloth. His smile was strange and awful on his ugly scarred face and she knew immediately something was wrong, and she was proven right when he pulled her to her feet and tore her dress off leaving her bare and her heart racing in a fear she did not let show.

"Azog has forbidden me taking you," he told her, his unhappiness with that clear in his eyes and voice. "And I do believe," he said conversationally as he got to his knees before her, still clothed, "he would kill me if I did. But you see, I now have other ways of hurting you," he said with a half crazed smile as he chuckled lightly, pulling her closer. He grabbed her leg and threw it over his shoulder, forcing her to balance on only one leg which had her unwillingly leaning on him as she tried not to fall. Her heart came to a stop when she felt the chill of his dagger sliding in the folds between her legs. "Should you scream to alert him, or even moan unintentionally as I pleasure you," he warned leaving the rest to hang over her head, his breath warm on the inside of her thigh, the threat clear as he dragged the tip of his dagger gently down her leg making her shiver. "I know you understand me," he told her darkly, his eyes dangerous and terrifying so that she could not catch her breath. She flinched when he moved, stabbing his weapon into the ground before hoisting her leg higher up on his shoulder so that she was over his mouth.

It was in this way he hurt her, leaving her only one leg to stand on as his mouth moved beneath her. She willed every ounce of good feeling away, not allowing for enjoyment. But she had no control over this, as he had learned many nights previous when he'd first tasted her, and he swirled his tongue inside her as he sucked hard, hearing from her gasp it had been a pleasant feeling. He pulled her closer, moving his shoulder under her other leg until she was left with only the tips of her toes on the ground, forcing her to hold onto him, to cling to him as she shook from strain and averse enjoyment that he knew was destroying her. He continued on in this way, enjoying the taste of her as she grew wet, and he waited until he felt her hips buck against him - knowing her body was close to a release whether or not her weak human heart was. She gasped in shock when he let go of her and she fell back, her ears ringing from how hard her head hit the ground, and then he was on her. With a hand over her mouth he took her, holding her struggling wrists in his hand as she tried to fight him and withstanding her teeth tearing at his skin so she could call for Azog, though her body had betrayed her and she was shuddering in seconds. For the first time since he'd laid on eyes on her he saw her weakness, her humanness, as her eyes filled with tears; and with a dark laugh he stood and bent his slave over before finishing inside her. And then he left, knowing Azog's dark haired little pet wouldn't tell him he'd taken her, not when he had brought her to a release.

But oh how he was wrong, for he never accounted their love. And so when Azog saw Lug walking out of the tent, a smug satisfaction on his face, he immediately went to Calla to find her naked and crying. Her dress was ruined, and she had no others, so Azog did nothing more than pull her to his chest and held her; he knew what had happened, he knew from the deep way she cried that she was ashamed of herself, and he knew from her nakedness it was because Lug had pleasured her. A dark loathing filled him as she shook against him, a hatred so black his soul nearly burst into flames. He looked down at Calla once her tears had reduced to sniffing, and he kissed her gently before he stood. Grabbing his mace Azog charged from the tent and yelled for Lug, who turned and stared at Azog with wide fearful eyes as the pale orc descended on him. Though Lug's fear turned to a dark glee as Azog was struck from behind, his pale eyes wide looking down at a sword coming out of his side.