XXX. In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die/and where you invest your love, you invest your life.

He didn't dare touch her in any way arousing for many days, simply holding her when he returned to the tent at night, allowing himself to be soothed into sleep by the feel of her in his arms. But as always his desire for her never waned, it returned and filled him with the need to have her beneath him writhing – but she was not ready. And the more days passed as he waited for her to want him inside her, the hotter his want for her grew. And it overflowed when he returned to the tent one night to see her wearing the pelt she'd finished.

After starting it a few days previous, he had been wondering what she would make out of the two pieces she'd given herself. But it was answered on that night, She'd formed one of the pieces and sewed it together to hang from her shoulders covering her breasts; the second she had made a belt around her waist and sewn two strips to cover her in the front and most of her backside. But she had been right, Azog had left her hardly enough to cover herself with, for even then he could see part of her breasts and most of her round bottom – and he loved it. He could have her on the ground and thrust inside her in seconds, no pulling up her dress or taking it off, just pushing her to the ground and having her.

"Do you like it?" she asked when she noticed him, looking down to smooth it out. She wasn't at all pleased with how little of her was actually covered, but it served its purpose, and the heat in Azog's eyes had her stomach fluttering as she nearly blushed.

He knelt in front of her as his eyes scoured over her body, seeing every bit of her flesh and feeling himself harden at the thought of her. He could merely push aside the top of the pelt to have her breasts bare before him, and it stayed as he moved his hands down to her hips to hold her legs. Though a look at her eyes and he stopped, breathless at the thought of laying with her, his chest heaving and his cock throbbing and hardened to full length. But that did not mean she was ready to want this as much as he did, and it was so clear in her eyes; though she did not refuse, she did not even push him away. She would have let him take her, a small chance she may have enjoyed it but he knew it was unlikely. And so he sighed as he righted the pelt over her breasts and laid back taking himself in his hand as he stared at her; no he would not force her, but he would make sure she knew just what it was she did to him.

And she did know, it was clear in the quick jerks of his hand as he pleased himself; in the sound of his grunts, the look in his eye as she laid beside him and kissed him.

Breathlessly he held her to him after he'd finished, running his hand along her back. "I like it very much," he told her quietly making her smile. But he felt her smile quickly fall and he knew she was not happy.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

He pulled away and turned to her, seeing the sadness in her eyes and he nodded. "I know," he said. "One day again I will look at you and you will need me inside you, you will crave for me to make you scream," he growled gently as he lightly tugged her hair.

His words quickened her heart, sent it to racing and she felt that she wanted him; and yet she didn't. She was aroused but the thought of him inside her only drew Lug to mind, and it made her ashamed and left her thinking she did not deserve to be pleased by Azog – not when Lug had pleasured her, which in her mind made her nothing more than a whore. And so she smiled softly at Azog, trying to give him hope that she would want it again though she was not sure if she would. And all he did was release her and turn on his side, proof that though he was being gentle and giving her time he was unhappy too.

And he wasn't happy, he was frustrated – with her, with himself. Calla had told him days before to release the slave from her punishment, not even caring to punish her any longer; but Azog did, for to him it was her fault, and so he'd had her whipped relentlessly until she could take no longer. But that did not satisfy him, nothing would. Nothing but Calla and she was not ready, for the moment he pleased her he knew everything would be alright.

But as the days passed he came to realize he might have to force her, at least to force her to let him touch her. But looking at her eyes as he made to lay with her, before she knew what he doing, he never could; there was such trust, such love and caring in her eyes that he did not want to ruin it. And so one night, when his own desire was clouding his thoughts and leaving him unable to find rest, he rolled her on back as she slept and moved between her legs.

He moved gently, flicking his tongue every so often, knowing if she was not aroused before she woke she would tell him to stop. And so he spent several long minutes before she grew wet and he smiled before he tasted her fully. She woke with a moan and even then he did not stop, he felt her hands on his head at first trying to pull him away but after a few seconds she laid back and gave into him. There was no teasing, no bringing her to the edge only to stop and leaving her wanting him; he brought her to a release, holding her hips as she shook, hearing her moans loud and beautiful as she came.

And then he did the most amazing thing she thought he'd ever done, he moved to lay beside her and he pleased himself. She wanted him to climb on top of her and take her, she wanted him inside her; and he knew she did, but he still didn't. And for the life of her she couldn't find the reason why, for many of the days that followed she welcomed his tongue against her, making her writhe as she moaned - she had even gone to take him in her mouth, the thought of it thrilling her, only for him to say no. And she'd laid beside him and watched as he stroked himself, not taking her, not pleasing himself in her as she wanted him to - as she could clearly see he wanted to.

There was only one answer; guilt. He knew this was his fault, that she had been broken because he had allowed Lug to live after physically expressing his wants of her; as her mate Azog should have refused him, struck him, maybe killed him for daring to want her. Yet Azog had let him live, and so he waited. It was frustrating and painful, agonizing as he waited; putting him in a black mood where his orcs feared breathing too near him in the very real possibility Azog would severely punish them for it. He knew it would be easier to just take her, she wanted it - that much was clear to him - and they would start to ease back into their sense of normal. But he didn't, and finally after over a week of this, his waiting paid off.

Calla had come back to the tent when the sun began to go down, having finished her supper with Yazneg and a few others who had starting worming their way into her good graces, waiting for the next morn when Azog would return with his small party from raiding. It was a restless night, one that left her longing for him not only to hold her, but longing for the passion he ignited in her. Dawn could not come soon enough, and then she waited impatiently for them to return to camp; and as he hadn't in a long while, he gifted her with a spiked head, sealing every ounce of desire she could ever feel for him.

He practically threw her into the tent, loving her darkened eyes and her needy mouth, and he moved between her legs and made to please her. "No," she told him pulling his head to her. He looked at her confused and let her move him, but he held her still when she pushed him to his back.

"I will never ask that of you again," he told her, what he always told her, and she sighed irritably from the weight of her need.

She sat up on her knees and placed her hands on his chest, staring him hard in the eye. "You do not have to ask," she told him lowly, setting a fire in his groin at her forcing her way. "I will have you begging me for a release until you're nearly screaming my name." She sat on top of him, pressed fully against him, feeling his chest rise and fall rapidly beneath her; seeing the lust in his eyes as he stared at her.

"Not tonight," he told her.

"No," she said with a half smile as she pushed him onto his back. "Tonight you're going to fuck me." And that was exactly what he did.

...

one year later

Azog pushed her shoulders straight and turned her gently, nudging one of her feet into place. She released her arrow and smiled pleased when it finally hit her target. For months she had been practising, Azog having had a bow constructed for her and her smaller weaker body; and it took a while before she learned the correct way in which to hold not only the bow, but also her body, so that her strength was not taxed in only a short while. And even after all of that she had to learn to aim, which she found was not as easy for her as Azog said it was. But she learned, and she looked up at him to see him smiling slightly in return as he looked at her arrow stuck in the rabbit's leg he had stuck to a tree.

"Not bad," he told her before retrieving her arrow and handing it back to her. "Hit it again." This time he did not touch her, he let her position herself as she saw fit, which was how Azog had stood her, and she just barely managed to hit it again. That would not have counted for Bolg, would have left him being shoved and kicked once as he went to retrieve his arrow - but Azog nodded pleased at Calla before getting the bow again and finding an even harder target.

He pinned a little yellow flower to a tree a few feet further than the one before, and he came and stood behind her smugly as he waited. Calla stood for many minutes aiming her arrow, moving her body slightly one way or another, before she finally released it. And to both their shock she hit it. "Ha," she laughed turning to him to see him looking wide eyed at the tree. He refused to believe she'd hit it until he went to the tree and saw she'd hit the edge of it. He plucked another little flower before pinning to the tree and walking back to her see her smiling pleased with herself. "Do it again," he told her, almost as a dare.

Again she took her aim, and again she waited for a few moments as she centered herself before releasing her arrow and hitting it again. "I did it," she said happily, finally able to position herself accordingly to be able to hit the same target Bolg could; though it took her more than twice the time, and Azog was quick to remind her.

"You have to be able to do it faster than that," he told her making her roll her eyes.

She turned to him with a rue look in her eye. "Can you ever just let me be happy that I did it. Maybe not perfect, maybe not how you do it," she said walking up to him and placing her hands on his hips. "But that I did it."

He looked down at her, his eyes warm and full of love for her, remembering how pleased she had been to simply hit the tree the target was on - treasuring her ability to love life fully. "You did well," he said at last, and she smiled sweeter as she pressed a gentle kiss to his chest. "Think you can do it better?" he challenged, placing a new target on a tree further away.

She stared at the little flower, barely able to see it before nodding. He took his place at her back and she notched an arrow and aimed, breathing as she centered herself. She twisted a little when she felt his hand run along her spine, uncentering her. It happened again when his hand trailed up to her breast, his hands finding their round warmth so much easier in her pelt. Even before the arrow left her grasp she knew it would miss, and she was not wrong. And he was looking down at her smugly. "You distracted me," she accused, knowing he'd done it purposefully; he always did, and she always let him.

He only chuckled as he threw her bow away from her and lifted her into his arms, pressing her back firmly against a tree; the bark making indents in her skin. "Would you like me to stop?" he asked softly, pressing his hardened flesh between her legs and watched the heat flood in her eyes. In barely a second, her pelt doing nothing more than hiding her womanhood from view, she was pulling him inside her.

An orc passed them by and looked at the two for hardly a moment before continuing on his way, the sight of them engaged together no longer uncommon. Long months ago it had stopped exciting them, the sight of her breasts or the sounds of her moans no more made them stiffen with lust - leaving them to take the blonde slave, though Azog had given them permittance to take her however they liked, they never pleased her; their loyalties with Calla - the caring between them evident in every movement did not amaze. It was nothing to them, no more than a commonality. And so the two were left undisturbed to enjoy one another.

Hours later as they laid for sleep Azog would see the scratches, see and remove the few splinters; but she hadn't complained, in fact she'd enjoyed it. There was so much he loved about her, and that was only one other thing he could add to a long list. And it was on nights such as these, when he held her as she dreamt with sleep not finding him easily, that he thought of the days to come. He did not know how long he would live, a few days, a few months, years, forever; but she wouldn't, and she would get older and weaker, and then she would die. And he could not think of what he would do then, if he could continue without her, if he would even want to. These were hardly orc thoughts, he knew. They were the thoughts of a man, or even what he used to be - an elf. He looked down at her sleeping face and realized how much of a mistake caring for was, as strong as she made him he was still weak with her - he was vulnerable, afraid of what the future would bring. But it was too late for him, he loved her. And in all honesty, a truth his blackened heart refused to admit, it terrified him how much he needed her heartbeat in order so he could breathe. And yet no thought of getting rid of her would ever cross his mind; he had already reached the point where life without her was all but impossible for him. Which left him more weak and open to destruction than even he knew; for should she die, he would be ruined.

I have a link for what I'm picturing Calla did with her pelt, so if you go to my profile you will find it there; as well as how small she is compared to him. Also, I'm thinking of doing a few more chapters showcasing Bolg getting older, and her and Azog as Bolg grows as well as after a few years pass, how she becomes even more of an orc cause now she has a weapon, and how their loves grows (you know, mushy stuff). And then I'm gonna start ending it. Just so you guys know my plan. And you thank you all very much for reading.