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Chapter Six
'It grows'
'Amour' by Rammstein
Her slacked frame brushed against his muscled back as he carried her stepping quickly and with purpose. The Orc grumbled indistinctly, she drifted in and out of consciousness. When Rim finally came to, her limbs detected softness and for a moment she couldn't think of were she was, everything a daze of swift movement in the looming darkness... Thumping of a large heart resonated into her ribcage, she was draped over the back of a mount. The human twitched attempting to twist her body so that her eyes could land onto her companion. She didn't really have to, she knew...
Azog's hefty forearm rested on the small of her back to prevent her from falling. When she began to thrash with increasing vigor the Pale Orc brought his beast to an abrupt halt and her frame slid off resembling a puppet. The male dismounted immediately yanking her to her feet with a rough hale. The overpowering rage blackening his stare, his stiff grip send twinges of pain through her shoulder blade.
"What where you thinking?" His question was a shuddering growl.
"Where... Where are w-w..." She trembled strongly yet stubbornly presented a query of her own.
"Moria." Azog's answer was as always straightforward. "Dâglorz." His glare continued to burn her.
"Dâg narizg." Rimkaur's lips contorted in a scoff. "It had been twenty years I left home." She crossed her arms in indignation. Enraged in her turn she looked up meeting his glower in defiance.
"You are going to Moria." The Pale Orc's order was final.
"Will you stay?" A sudden softness peaked in her voice, her arms slacked by her sides. The Orc's jaws came together in a grit, his stare fell to the ground as he receded sans an answer. Approaching the still white beast he untied a large bundle of furs. Gathering a few thick branches he constructed a crude but spacious tent. The night was to be cold and building the fire in the plains wasn't advisable.
Rimkaur sat clutching a small pelt, while the male shared the few limited rations he'd brought. He was silent, solely his eyes attested to the persistent thoughts as his stare flicked to her small frame frequently. Rim longed for a conversation. She wanted him to mouth the words, to receive a formal explanation. Her stomach chilled in the anticipation of his reaction, the human took in a hitching breath, she saw his ears twitch at that light movement, there was no turning back. The kind master she recalled, the one that saved her life wasn't there, instead there was this bloodthirsty, broody, terrifying Orc. Yet Rimkaur could not help the warmth taking her stomach every time she sensed his eyes on her. She swallowed and exhaled. The culprit of it all, - the blackened shadow that nearly stifled her to death...
"W-w-what will I do in Moria?" She began with a banal question.
She saw his cheekbones move up and down as he tensed, Azog was silent for a few moments. "What do I know... Find a mate... Bear imps." An odd expression crossed his grim features, the corner of his upper lip pulled up, the stare blackened a degree.
Rimkaur ignored the comment. "You expect me to just live my life as those years were nothing but a dream?" Her stiff back straightened as if at attention. "I haven't seen my family so long and now..." The woman didn't have a chance to finish.
"Your sire resides in Gundabad." Azog let out the words as a matter of fact, yet the revelation forced Rim to jolt as if propelled by a hidden spring. Her pelt slipped off, now she was oblivious to the frigid temperatures.
"They are in Gundabad..?" She echoed when her lips had started to tremble. "You dare..!" Rimkaur's teeth compressed and gritted.
"You take happiness away from me. Now, I am supposed to pretend as if nothing had ever transpired..?" The human swallowed hard, her voice rose tremendously. "I am not going to Moria!"
Azog's steely gaze flicked up, a hint of something hidden passed inside the icy orbs, he straightened deliberately and trembling Rim had started to retreat. "I don't have to listen to you." Her cheekbones lifted. "Don't have to obey you." As blood in the water blackness took over, coloring her irises until there was nothing but bottomless darkness. The male paused in confusion for just a moment...
Azog's light grey lips morphed into a tight line. His muscled limb extended toward her upper arm, the wintery chill of his eyes scorched her causing a hitch in her breathing. But the human shook her head still receding. The Orc's large stature did not prevent him from being agile and her arm was nearly caught in the trap of his grip. Rim furthered her retreat backtracking towards the black beast. Azog pounced again, she was nimb however eluding the grasp. Except the tip of her boot had caught between small, firmly rooted rocks and she tumbled backwards.
A shocked gasp propelled itself out of her throat, the air being so chill she did not sense a thing... Rimkaur lifted her wrist to see the steam emit from the wide trickle of blood, it flowed freely coloring her forearm in darkened red. The tip of a rock punctured the skin nearly clean through the limb.
"Let me see." Azog let out hoarsely.
Transported twenty eight years back instantly, her eyes had welled up with tears. She shook her head vigorously, warding off the thought incursion.
"Come." He insisted in a low guttural whisper.
But Rimkaur was also stubborn, with a deep shuddering breath she stepped even further biting her lips in the adrenaline induced fever. The Orc's head cocked sidelong, a smirk tipped his mouth.
"Don't want to bleed to death." He hasn't abandoned his onset as she quivered backing into a tree. "Didn't you know how Orcs stop the bleeding?"
Rim frowned for a fleeting moment, but in realization her eyes shot wide. "No, No, No... I'm not... I am not letting... Letting you..." Dizziness had descended causing her to blink hard and swivel.
"No..."
He caught her attempting to struggle feebly, and held in a vice-like grip in his lap. Her, a wild animal, thrashing, panting in an insane strive, refusing to be subdued. Her hot blood flowed and splattered staining her black tunic in dark red spatters. Rim watched through the haze as he lifted her injured arm with untold tenderness, her chest heaved, she was spent not being able to protest any longer... His rough tongue lapped the blood. He compressed the cut, then clamped it tightly with a gentle tug of his lips. Hers parted with a soft gasp, lids felt heavy as if leaded, a warm wave of repose flooded over. Rim's eyes flicked to gold as they shut slowly when she slipped into unconsciousness.
The female's head fell back softly, her long tresses were draped over the stump of his arm. Azog's stare traversed to her alabaster complexion, it contrasted sharply against her dark copper strands, his eyes were overcast with an unknown expression. The Orc's fingers unclasped her wrist slowly, the blood pooled at the laceration but did not flow anymore. His thumb trailed the thin but very prominent scar that snaked across her palm, it resembled an additional life line. The naïve, kind, red-haired child that he found in these very plains, the one who gave an oath to avenge his limb... The Pale Orc's rough fingers ran the length of her arm, when they reached her neck they slowed disappearing into her locks. His large hand raked the length of her strands unhurriedly until his fingers freed at the tips. Ruffling her hair made more of her scent waft to his nose. A sweet smell that brought back the memories of the late Spring meadows in the mountain he once called home. His gaze fell to her neck and the sliver of her upper chest exposed to moonlight, it glowed softly. Azog breathed in her scent deeply once again. He despised feeling weak and this female held something that rendered him powerless... He brought his lips forth, his smooth skin trailed her shoulder-blade compressing her throat as he sensed her slowly beating heart. A barely audible sigh left his chest as he rested her inside the small tent, he settled outside.
x x x
The rest of the journey home wasn't at all easy. There were no imploring him to ride her own Warg, he did not trust her to follow. She sat ahead of him, clutching the snow-white fur, her absent-minded glare scanning the distant ridges. That morning she awoke with her wound tended to but Azog hasn't spoken a word. Even when the black volcanic rocks of the steep hill forth of the East entrance materialized out of the light-grey mass of the morning fog, he remained in silence. For Rimkaur being in the place of her childhood once more forced tears to flood to the surface.
They did not use the front entrance, entering through the lower Warg pen cavern instead. The vociferation of the numerous animals had quieted at once upon the matriarch's arrival. Their snouts lowered in respect and so did the balding head of the caretaker. Seeing his King caused him to nearly jump out of his skin, he was even more astonished to see an accompanying female. His aging eyes betrayed him sometimes yet when the duo approximated he recognized the half-blood's oldest offspring. The iron-shod boots of the master landed onto the rugged stones with a sharp, iterating thump and the human dismounted right after. Azog gestured the beasts to the Orc and the latter was shrewd enough to simply nod, the tension in the air was thicker than fog. The Pale Orc watched Rimkaur's tense figure slip quickly into the mirk of the gaping opening.
x x x
The spacious dwelling was vacant and covered in dust. Alone in her childhood home she let the tears flow, there were so many she slid down the wall gasping, gulping the air in.
It felt so empty... Her chest...
Her little sibling must be a grown Orc by now... Was it a sister or a brother..? She stared emptily into the gloom of the room, all was in vain, her efforts, her life... Rimkaur's fists became incredibly tight. Overcome with rage suddenly she sprang up, her eyes flashed wildly, chest heaved with the two different emotions that entwined inside her heart. The complete opposites of each other, they came together to torture, to bleed her heart dry. Hate and love. Something almost akin to a growl left her throat as she grasped the next thing near her and flung it against the wall. The small wall-mounted torch reflected in the blackness of her eyes.
x x x
Bûrzkaur tugged her by the arm.
"Ska." She grinned.
We are all celebrating, there is no reason to sit here and sulk alone. The young female would not accept any excuses. Ever since the teary Orcess burst into Rim's home and knocked her off her feet she wouldn't leave her be for one minute.
"Come Rim, please." Her dark eyes smiled as Rimkaur's arms slacked by her sides helplessly . Bûrz inspected her road dust covered figure.
"Let's go wash up to Morrar. You can borrow some of my clothes.
But Rim's mood wasn't joyous at all. They celebrated his return, yet they did not know how temporary it was. He will depart soon to lead the armies of the black entity, the dark master... Perhaps meeting death in the end of it all. Besides the master was the last person she wanted to see, his ignorance crippled her trust, her affection. She despised the warmth in her stomach, the weakness in her legs that came over her every time she laid eyes on him, felt his unwavering stare... She refused to accept that it might be the connection her mother talked of, the mating bond... The woman attempted to stifle the feeling with the dregs of her strength...
"Rimkaur..." The Orcess did not let up pulling her out her thoughts. "Remember how we used to splash in the waters, getting scolded by our..." Rim gazed up, sadness filled eyes alighted her friend forcing the latter to halt her pleas. Suppressing the tears she smiled tenderly embracing Bûrzkaur once more. She succumbed to the onset following her childhood friend to the dark lake...
x x x
Rim and Bûrz entered the vast hall at the lower level of the mines. It was filled with Orcs of many ages, drinking, chatting, play fighting, they celebrated indeed. The Orcess wore her usual belted tunic yet somehow all that was available in her selection for Rimkaur was a cropped top showing a wide sliver of the skin on her belly, the skirt's side slits that reached her upper thighs. She felt odd yet it was very liberating after years of living in leather pants. Rim had also missed the Orcish garb tremendously, humans did not make clothes the same way...
The young woman ignored the heated, leering stares of the Orcs males they walked past. The black-haired Orcess wasn't bothered, the large mating scar adorned her neck. The duo reached a near middle of the crowd, a few younger females bunched up there and as they did someone had began to play the drum. The heavy, rhythmic sounds iterated the enormous cavern and the Orcesses leaped up excitedly beginning to swivel their hips, their arms snaked through the air in fluid motions in a seductive dance. Rimkaur stared blankly for a moment, then spun attempting to slip away however Bûrzkaur, coupled with another female wouldn't stand for that. They held the human on both sides as a prisoner readied for an execution.
Rimkaur exhaled and shook her head, she raked her tresses, pushing them back she let go. She could dance... Her step mother made sure she knew everything a young Human/Orc should yet she simply preferred not to. The eager males surrounding them began clapping, openly ogling the group, enjoying the view. Yet she did not pay no mind, she was in her own world letting go of her worries and pain if only for a few moments. The beat resonated in her chest vibrating her heart, the torch lights flicked around in a variegated blur.
Bûrzkaur nudged her suddenly grinning so wide Rimkaur stopped and stared at her friend. "He's watching you." The Orcess leered with such an excitement the human couldn't help but gaze about.
"Ughh you stupid imp, there!" The female's finger shot forth sidelong of the crowd where on a something resembling a pelt covered seat sat their King. Rimkaur blinked dropping her stare. She wasn't aware he was present.
"No he is not." She scoffed. "It's nothing like that, we simply traveled here in each other's company." She pursed her lips.
"I know that look." Rim's friend smirked, mischief on her lips. "Durbûrz looks at me like that all the time." She winked at the stunned human.
The Orcess, somehow, was beyond excited to match Rim with any male even remotely, and now especially their master. Perhaps the old caretaker did not keep his mouth shut and of course someone had to spread the rumors how he saw her riding the same Warg, the arm on her waist... But it wasn't what it seemed. The human ideated Bûrz squealing with joy upon her ever mating an Orc. She shrugged off the thought immediately, a vain smile alighted her eager friend. Yet a few minutes later the latter commenced grinning once more. Rim sighed deeply, furrowing her brow she shook her head and spun in the aforementioned direction.
Her stare landed into that of the Pale Orc and a cold shiver crawled up her backbone. His arm lifted deliberately as he made a gesture to come forth and her gaze darted about in panic. Before she could react in any way Bûrzkaur started her forcefully, the others around them noticed creating a pathway through. As she approximated with her heart thumping out of her chest she realized what he had wanted. That thought caused her to gulp, her stomach quivered with heat, her cheeks darkened, not that anyone noticed in this gloom. That sly bastard, he wanted her to dance for him. As the throngs closed in behind her the faster beat resounded the vault. No one appeared to watch them and she felt a bit at ease, better to get it over with. In their customs it would have been a major disrespect to refuse this gesture, with everyone in Moria as a witness. He was the master, he could do what he wanted. She felt betrayed by all.
Azog's gaze was fixed on her, his bright blue orbs scintillated contrasting the partial darkness. A smirk curled his lips inspecting her revealing garb. He leaned onto the back of his seat holding a large flask in his right arm. This seemed almost a challenge. Rimkaur exhaled audibly letting her lids lower, she let go once more as her hips began creating sharp half-circles following the heavy beat. Her lean stomach muscles contracted causing her whole body into waves, it all resembled a hypnotizing dance of a snake.
Blinking hard the sapphire flame alighted the darkening stare as a heated leer curled his lips. Rimkaur went on arching fluidly, unbeknownst to her she'd gotten near him. It all came natural to her, her eyes half shut her long locks flipped lashing her back. The human panted heavily from the rapid dance, her chest and torso gleaming with sweat. The master sat paralyzed by those movements, he watched her lips part lightly every time she spun, her damp tresses stuck to her chest, snaking her collar bones they resembled wild vines.
When she sensed his fingers travel compressing across her midsection she halted for just a moment, an immediate wave of goose bumps invaded the surface of her skin. Yet at once a warm, tingling sensation took over descending into her core. His hot breath wafted down tickling her nape. And then the instinct had flooded in, she resumed dancing, her body brushed against his unable to control the urge, that pull... Azog's moist lips trailed the tip of her shoulder, he stopped, picking up her rapid heartbeat. He really wished they were alone right now...
The Orc recessed into the gloom of the promenade deliberately, taking her with him.
'Wilder Wein' by Rammstein
Out of the prying eyes in the nearly impenetrable darkness of the hallway he hoisted her up immediately. The scabrous wall abraded her back, her chest rose and fell as she panted pushing her palms against his scarred hide. No use, all the willpower had left her, she was dissolved in the insane desire, simply too weak to protest. It took her a few moments to realize how compromising her position really was, her thighs around his torso once again this time however not constricted by the barrier of leather. A raspy moan was what she managed evoking a sharp thrust from his torso. Rimkaur gasped at the stiffness already bulging his loin cover, pressing so tight into her.
"M-master..?" Was all she could whisper before his eager lips assaulted her neck. His tongue tickled slipping into her ear when his fingers began unlacing her top overcome with the feverish want.
"Master... No... No..!" She writhed at the sensation yet had resumed the protest again. But her eyes had rolled back in her head when Azog had reached his destination. His mouth sucked her breast in eagerly, and another torrent of goose-bumps rolled across her entire frame. It's as if the chill was bound with fire... She moaned biting her lips, the grip of her thighs tightened, the overwhelming heat caused by the pleasure of his touch spilled down her body pooling between her thighs.
"No... Please..!" She managed a last useless objection before his coarse tongue entered her mouth. Rimkaur couldn't stop whimpering, her breath was taken by the thrill his caresses gave her, it forced her to arch against his stiff frame. His lips pulled at her tongue and her head fell back... Azog grazed at her stiff nipples, his leathery palm slid up her thigh groping the soft flesh. His darkened stare on her the male pulled at her locks craning her head roughly. His mouth so close it was nearly touching hers, he licked his lips, the large chest heaved in foretaste.
"Rimkaur..." The simple fact of him murmuring her name provoked another moan to tremble her lips. Azog's mouth upturned into a smirk not letting his stare leave hers.
"You were always mine, weren't you?" A hoarse whisper parted his lips before his tongue slid slowly over her mouth.
The woman's breathing left her lips in shuddering puffs.
"I.. Master... I..." The words simply refused to leave her tongue.
"Azog." The large Orc insisted nuzzling her cheek. "Say it."
"Mmm what..?" She inquired almost inaudibly.
"That you are mine." He breathed gruffly.
Rimkaur's lips parted at the growing lust overpowering his expression. She blinked rapidly.
"Say it." Azog insisted as his jaw tightened.
Something inside Rimkaur forced her to shake her head. The Pale Orc exhaled audibly, his teeth compressed, hips bucked against her frame.
"Say it. Now!" He growled furiously thrusting his hips forth once again. He flipped the front of her skirt over, his palm slid over cupping her heat. Azog scowled at the presence of fabric covering her womanhood. He solved the issue quickly sliding it underneath the delicate cloth. A loud, hitching moan shuddered her chest, her nails scraped at his biceps as her upper body fell forth against him. The Orc's thick fingers parted the moist folds, he prodded the sensitive flesh.
"Say it." He persisted.
"Rimkaur..." He murmured heavily nipping her ear. The sound of her name was like a plea...
She couldn't help it, she couldn't... She gave up, gave in realizing that she reciprocated his desire, she wanted him badly. A several of his digits inched further, dipping into her wetness, penetrating deeper as they slipped against the constricting walls preparing her for more. She lost her breath for a few moments.
"Yes... I'm yours. I am yours." Rim whimpered desperately. She bit the inside of her lip pushing her midsection against the hand that was pleasing her. She was loosing herself, how good it felt. A grin of satisfaction stretched his lips as he increased the pace of his fingers reveling in her feverish, needy moans. She was very aroused and the scent of her wanting him inside her sent ripples of pleasure down his torso. A fervent, foretasting growl ripped from within, Azog's gaze traversed her neck watching her rapidly pulsating artery. He used his teeth to pull her hair back and the knife-edged canines compressed into her skin immediately to the point of breaking it.
"Azog." His eyes shut for a moment listening to the sounds of her voice. "Azog..."
Her fervent breath warmed his rough skin. Azog's incisors tore into the flesh with ease, right above the left shoulder. They broke the surface setting the blood free. A gasp of pain and then a moan of pleasure gaped her lips Rimkaur writhed under the firm grasp of his teeth as the blinding instinct coursed through her body. Her pounding heartbeat resonated to his lips through the artery he drew her blood from. He swallowed a generous gulp, his chest shuddered with increasing want for her, she was truly his now, this mark was for the lifetime. Licking his lips off the deep-red liquid his tongue resumed licking at her mouth, finding hers inside.
Rimkaur's mind blank for a moment, all that she felt for him was now bound by the blind lust. The feel of his skin alone... Her wound throbbed with the acute pain, yet it was the pleasant kind. Every tweak brought to mind what this meant and what laid ahead. Her teeth caught her lips, eyes shut at the thought of him inside her.
More blood seeped onto the surface and Azog's mouth left her lips again enveloping the mark, lapping more off as Rimkaur rolled her hips. Her nipples brushed his marble skin bringing the heat in her stomach brim to the point of being unbearable. He could do anything he'd desire with her now. She was his, she was marked...
The young woman let out another needy moan when he clamped onto the bite one more time.
Azog's blackened eyes met hers.
Perhaps the dark master was right, something in the unforeseen future stood to break their link, disturb their peace, erase the love...
As if knowing, as if on purpose a panting rider darted through the corridor, the roar Azog let out must have been heard over the beat of the drums. Her partially unclothed body concealed behind him, his eyes flashed flames of such fury the soldier halted raising his arms.
The panting Orc took a deep, quivering breath "The dark Lord summons you." He paused cowering. "Pissed since ye left Dol Guldur, mustuh..."
Azog's chest heaved as his jaws become tighter and tighter, the left corner of his upper lip lifted in an obvious disdain, his eyes glassed glaring seemingly into nowhere. Her small, warm form behind him stayed close holding onto his large fingers. The Pale Orc didn't have to think, his mind was made up, he waved the confused messenger away and spun back to his mate. That was the moment where at once his eyes had lost the ability to see, an acute, debilitating pain had descended onto his skull, pounding in his temples. A dark presence overcast his mind like a black veil and all at once the hiss of the evil whisper resounded in his mind. "You stay. She dies." Was all it said, but it was more than enough...
Rimkaur slid down the wall floating back to the reality slowly. She blinked rapidly then her brows drew. The inescapable tears of desperation had started to creep in... The entity was too strong... What could have she done..? He marked her and he left... To perhaps meet his death. Tears leaked out of the blackness of her eyes. Why couldn't she be stronger..? A quivering breath leaving her chest rose up in a small, barely visible cloud. Morhûn was far, so were her parents, who was she to seek advice from..? The woman's trembling palms covered her flushed cheeks.
x x x
Bûrzkaur stepped across the corridor when the strong scent of her friend wafted by, however it was mixed with another now. Something strong and deep... A male. The young Orcess gulped. Hurrying after she halted Rim by her shoulders.
"What happened?" She went straight to the point. Then her eyes detected the rivulet of blood snaking past her the human's collarbone.
"Rim..?" Her lips parted. "Who did... Did he?!" Her eyes widened tremendously.
All the woman could do is to give a barely noticeable nod.
Dark grey trap of her friend's wiry arms wrapped around her as she squeezed with gentle force.
"Are you happy?" Bûrz inquired carefully and Rim couldn't help the darkness that overcame her features.
"Bûrz... We didn't even... He claimed me and then he... He left." Her stare fell into the ground.
"He will come back then." The Orcess sounded quite sure. "For you he will."
The human's eyes fixed on her friend she shook her head sharply.
"I haven't marked him in return." She pressed her lips. "Perhaps it was just a whim... He is the master, does anything he wishes." Rimkaur's face contorted, she held back her feelings with everything she had but could never fool her childhood friend, Bûrz was like a sister. Her arms returned to hold around Rim as she stroked her long locks tenderly.
"You are the strongest I know..." She whispered reassuringly.
x x x
She collapsed onto the furs that were once her childhood bed, staring into the black of the ceiling. The room was empty and dead quiet yet her heart flooded with emotions, an insane variety of lust, hatred, disdain, confusion and love all bundled in nerves. The persistent sensation of his caresses still lingered, scorching her skin. She knew sleep wouldn't come her way. What happened tonight was as if in a dream... She couldn't stop thinking of him, the thoughts causing waves of warmth to drown her body. Rim's fingers brushed over her bite mark carefully. Why did this happen to her..? The young woman felt as if she'd go mad staying there...
Her dark figure wondered the empty upper level of the mines till she halted by a massive door. In the impenetrable darkness of course her mind had to lead her there, to the throne room... Forsaking all the rules she entered the colossal vault heading straight for the spiral steps that led to his dwelling. The murky space spread in front of her when she ascended, not very much lived in, covered in dust. Yet knowing he was there before caused her to chew on her lip. She crossed the small corridor to the bedroom. The Sun hasn't risen yet, the balcony doors were shut. Rim surveyed the room in the faint moonlight, her eyes halted at the pile of furs. She approached pacing herself, extending her hand as if to pet the once live animals. The human lowered onto the pelts deliberately as if suddenly overcome by shyness, then she straightened her body laying flat on her back. The skins still held a small trace of his scent.
This is insane, she shook her head to herself, what was happening to her..?
Rimkaur laid there a while, nearly falling asleep when someone's footsteps resounded the quiet cavern. The human sprang up shaking away the slumber, ears at attention. Did the caretaker come here sometimes..? She could be in trouble, discovered here, on his bed... The woman gulped, chastising herself inwardly. Unfortunately for her she had no time for retreat, the grave footsteps thumped the spiral steps. Her eyes flicking nervously from corner to corner she burrowed underneath the furs as quickly as she could. The sound stopped halting right in front of the bed, then a weight lowered onto the pelts. Barely breathing Rim peeked from underneath the covers cautiously to see who had disturbed her.
Black Speech:
Dâglorz -Foolish child
Dâg narizg -I am no child
Ska-Come
Morrar- Black Sand (Moria's underground lake)