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Chapter Seven 'Feral Love'

'Wilder Wein' by Rammstein

A dark figure resting on the skins not three feet away from her Rim's quivering hands unclutched the pelt, her breathing escaped in trembling wafts as if she was suddenly dunked into a body of ice water. That was it, she was caught. As if her answering the master's advances wasn't enough now she was in his bed... How frivolous... Yet all the young woman could master in reaction was teeth piercing her lip. Too late to retreat he had caught her scent...

The massive muscles of his pallor form came to life rotating his shoulders, Azog's stare was fixed on her face until she managed to lift hers and immediately Rim's cheeks reddened with a heated flush. She was exposed... She loved him, she wanted him... A faint spark of mischief surfaced in the Pale Orc's darkened blue eyes. Both of them hadn't moved any further and suddenly Rimkaur had forgotten the explanation she wanted to get, the words of blame she wanted to throw at him...

"Thought you ran off again." A smirk twitched his upper lip. "Stubborn child."

"I am no child." Her brow furrowed at once, Rimkaur crossed her arms, she was the boldest in opposition. "Stop calling me that."

Azog kept the smirk on his lips. "One tiny, mischievous, imp." He created a pause after every word to emphasize each one.

"Should have never let you go." He added with a sigh when her eyes had begun to flash ire.

The human slacked down in a complete shock at his words. She was truly taken off guard... Was this the apology she had been waiting for all these years... Her blood coursing through her veins in surge of emotion, her new wound twinged and Rimkaur's palm traversed to compress the bite mark instinctively.

Faster than an exhale he was right next to her, his smooth marble-like skin was the raging fire on her bare thighs. Rim gazed up, the pace of her breathing rising. Rough, large fingers traced down her sternum in a caress, it was careful yet eager as if he saw her for the first time. Azog's blunted nose nuzzled her flushed cheek.

"My, tiny, mischievous girl." He repeated with such tenderness it caused Rimkaur's emotions to stream free, her thin arms trapped his neck as large, burning drops flooded her cheeks. This was the embrace of affection, adoration, tenderness, respect, overwhelming love... A sigh of relief left her chest, she couldn't explain her feelings but she did not want to, she was happy, here, wrapped in his warm arms. She knew then, she will forgive and she will forget.

"My Rimkaur." The tone of his deep voice caused a feeble, needy sound to part her lips. Her stomach brimmed heavy with warmth, the inside of her lip was caught between her teeth. A building rumble send tremors down to his core, Azog's incisors grazed at her neck. Detecting the mating bite the teeth found each tiny indentation re-opening the wound. The golden eyes shot wide, lips gaped with a louder whimper. Tears leaked out when he bit into her again... Spreading her legs around his torso the Pale Orcs tilted his head.

"Your turn." His guttural murmur threw her into a shiver.

Her eyes fixed on the artery the woman exhaled letting the pleasant tremors run freely up her back. Something unforeseen took hold of her. A hot sensation, akin to a fever inundated her body coursing through her veins, it felt as if the entire surface of her skin was being needled. The bind of it all took hold overcoming her with euphoria. The female's eyes widened in realization she was able to pick up the scent of his blood. She could almost hear it flowing through... Rimkaur leaned forward, her teeth broke his thick hide with the surprising ease, sinking deeper than she thought she could manage.

The human licked the black fluid off her lips bending forth for more. The taste send trembling to take over her core, recalling the day she saw him again... The viscid, salty, bitter yet the sweetest... A bind of warmth filled her womb... She felt so happy... The male grunted, an awaking rumble shuddered his chest in satisfaction as her gentle lips came down again clamping on the bite. Azog pulled her away... The kiss was brash yet gentle, overpowering, possessive and filled with lust. His heart thumped heavy, beating out of his chest at her mirroring his insane desire.

Arching back as his mouth traveled down the front of her neck Rim opened her eyes and the moonlight drowned in their blackness. Reddened lips parted to release a moan revealing the sharp row. The carnivorous teeth still coated in ink black morphed her terrifying... The very sudden thought had taken her over, the long-awaited conclusion, realization... The hidden reason why she could never come to her full strength was...

Him.

Being with him she was an odd unity of powerless and unbreakable at once...

Could that be what grandmother...

Rimkaur's small palms cupped his scarred cheeks, trailing up her fingers tickled along the points of his ears, her eyes smiled when he looked up. Azog kissed her again, the rough palm traversed her thigh compressing the taut skin, he yanked at her skirt. Revealing her bare hips for a moment he brought his onset to a stop. Rim inhaled aquiver, just his stare caused her to wetten even more. The calloused palm brushed up her stomach, it cupped her small chest as she leaned into his touch.

Fingers of the right hand came around the upper arm like a vice. The firm caress delineated her shoulder coming to encircle her neck with a brief pause before they slipped into her locks at the nape. Azog pulled barely, then harder... Craning her neck he watched the tracheas protrude under the skin... A wild heartbeat pulsated her arteries at the growing anticipation. He moved in closer towering over her. The palm left her locks traversing down the spinal cord. The middle finger parted her, slipping back and forth. With a whimper she arched against the limb. The bulging stiffness against her upper stomach set aflame the insane desire that held her in its grasp from the first moment the Orc touched her... She wanted to feel him, touch the bare skin... How it will be like to have him inside... Her exhale was a quivering moan.

Just a little bend of her body forth was enough, lips separated with a weak shout as the digits slipped further into the opening. He moved slow then quicker, increasing the pace rapidly...

"Ahhhh..."

Rimkaur's palm slipped under the outer loin cover cupping the leather covered protrusion. How good it felt responding to her touch, stiffening further, expanding... Fingers fumbled in a feverish foretaste to undo the ties... The leather flap fell away and the scorching heat assaulted her palm. The teeth sank into her lip... Recalling the conversations with her friends, tentatively she encircled the erection sliding the fist up and down with firm pressure. He responded with throbbing, hips bucked forth into her grasp as the growl vibrated down his core... The male's fingers left her warmth slipping back into the tresses he twined them around his wrist nudging her down, gently first, then with persistent brashness.

It begged to be tasted... She trembled, almost too strongly... The tongue hesitated finally leaving the protection of the mouth it licked over the head carefully and tentatively first...

"Oh..."

She slid him in deeper and deeper, tightening her hold, kissing and licking all over as his digits roamed her hair. Even more now goosebumps crept up her back imagining this within her... Yet another thought caused the building heat to tickle her womb.

Blackened lips gaped with the moan letting the moonlight reflect against his incisors, he watched his cock slide in and out making light thrusts forth with her motions. Her touch, scent, taste the small weak sounds she produced were like nothing else. The Orc's nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply and feverishly reveling in it all... Things he was going to do to her... Azog pulled away to meet an almost petulant moan. His mouth tipped into a smirk yet then the eyes as if caught the darkness instead of light. The prosthetic came to tickle under her chin. Trembling slightly she remained. The fingers caressed her face travelling over her lips. The tip of one slipped into her mouth to be met by her tongue... Rim gazed up to witness the blackness overcoming his stare the canines still stained with her blood. His strength toppled her over. Her breathing soundfull and rapid she laid splayed as he loomed above her.

So small...

Azog leaned forth to delineate his tongue along her earlobe, it slipped in then teeth took hold. The stiff length moved sliding down her sternum, roughly he split her legs apart pausing over her bare hips with an inhale. Goosebumps visible clearly in their incursion upon her skin... Smooth, inviting, his...

The member slid over her heat parting her folds, filling her as slowly as his instincts would allow him. Fully within he paused for a short moment, trembling lips gave way exposing the canines... A first thrust forth his growl and her shout. The male moved rhythmically retracting and thrusting forth as if attempting to reach even deeper.

Rimkaur's body arched to her lover, tears came uninvited... He caught her gaze keeping it and she stretched towards his lips... He felt the way she could have never imagined... To taste, to feel, to hear him... She could barely accommodate his girth and length and every twitch of his send her nerves into the euphoric trance. The human twined her legs at the Orc back, moans and gasps left her lips as if on their own. She screamed, screamed his name arching forth to his rhythm...

x x x

Rimkaur eyed Azog teasingly standing in the doorway atop the spiral steps.

"Why don't you make me." Her own statement caused her to breathe out aquiver. As the huge male took but one step she slipped around the corner darting down the steps.

In the enormous hall a vast darkness yet who can rival a nose and the eyes of the top predator especially when you're a human female covered in the scent of a rut.

The flapping tresses caught and wound she put up a vigorous fight to only bring his growing lust to boil over. The Orc pushed the human onto her knees with a feverish growl. She welcomed him eagerly parting her lips for the manhood slide in. The small palms caressed his things as he moved on his own then she took over.

As if thinking what to do with the caught prey he lifted her to stand craning her head left to right fingers again twined in her locks. Far from done he was... The Orc began to circle his female causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

The skin on her back invited his palm he bend letting his lips join... The fingers dug into the taut flesh of her rump then explored to the front... They slipped in claiming every inch. Rimkaur's hips pushed back instinctively.

Whether she fought or submitted every moan pervaded reaction of hers forced him to throb almost painfully. She was his in every way, she was marked... Yet there was still the unquenched desire to fuck her, harder and harder until both of them can barely breathe...

The anticipation drove her mad while once again he entangled her strands. The male moved forward hauling Rim to the stone structure. Skin slid over stone... She gasped shoved forth abruptly, her palms met the scabrous surface of the throne seat. The arms gave way momentarily as he penetrated from behind, this time brusquely. Rimkaur whimpered and writhed yet he held her in his grip, the strength of the pull increasing every time his hips rammed forth.

Pain of a pleasant kind...

Sounds of pleasure left his lips, grunting and growling entwined her whimpers and moans...

"Don't stop..."

Soaked walls contracting around his manhood the male's vision blackened momentarily, the force of the release slacked his limbs and the huge frame leaned forward to envelope her petite body. His cock not rushing to leave her warmth he rocked forth spilling the seed within her.

"My Rimkaur..."

x x x

"Come back to me." Her voice was low and gentle. The Orc blinked hard, his head twitched sidelong.

"Hmm?" A gruff sound came from his throat.

"Come back to me." Rimkaur echoed, cupping his scarred cheek.

A small, tender smile has lit up his face. He drew her in. This was a moment of clarity.

They were back upstairs and she had noticed his features darken, eyes morph hollow... He had sat up in bed staring into the darkened silence...

She smiled back but that happy expression had vanished immediately.

"Send him to lead. Send Narzug." She implored. "Don't go..."

A barely discernable sound left his lips. He did not reply, simply drew her close, his lips touching her hair. She drifted to sleep swaddled in his embrace yet he wasn't sure of what tomorrow brings.

x x x

'Feral Love' by Chelsea Wolfe

How dire and completely powerless it is when your mind floats back onto the surface, out of the black bog that sucks it in in its entirety and at once a realization comes crushing down, this is not what you have wanted. Yet you are still there, your body refuses to listen as if you are someone's puppet and then your mind slips back into the impenetrable blackness. His fingers tugged the fur with such strength his Warg snapped her giant jaws, slowing her trot. He gazed back fleetingly, his lips in a tight grey line. Even though his mind and body did not listen the only part of his being that knew the truth thumped heavily in his chest... It tweaked in agony... Before his eyes was her, sleeping peacefully... Content in his arms, trusting him with her life... He failed her once again... Azog scowled. Ahead lay Dol Guldur.

x x x

Washed over in pleasant dreams, a cold hand reached up to grasp firmly around her throat, jolting her awake in beads of chilled sweat. The sickening sensation she felt in her stomach appeared to have been the truth, he left... Once more... Rimkaur sat up, staring blankly into the morning landscape, visible through the balcony doors. How can she fight something that immense... That overpowering... The young woman bit her lips harshly to halt any possibility of tears. She straightened, her bare body washed in the peaking rays of the Sun. They reflected her bright strands, setting them afire. That fire blackened turning into a dim, raven wing glow as she wended towards the edge. Her fingers clenched the stone railing. Same warm rays attempted to bring her eyes to light but only to fail, the once windows to the soul they were blacker than night. Slender, pallor fingers grasped the stone with unimaginable strength. Rimkaur felt a teardrop escape, snake to her lips, she brushed it off... Gazing down in shock... It was dark red...

x x x

The sweaty grey hide moved unhurriedly over the fire as he performed his work, the cavern resounded with clangor and the hefty Orc wiped the sweat off with the back of his palm, lowering heavily onto the flat rock. Most work he did was fixing, but recently the orders for weapons kept piling up. His bird-like nose twitched forcing his brows to draw. The scent that had suddenly filled the corridor was unusual... He went back to work but spun suddenly detecting the presence. She stood at the opening in silence.

"Have anything to spare?"

The large male blinked hard then frowned, however that frown was swiftly replaced by a grin.

"Nathn in yer size." He measured her small frame with his dark yellow stare.

"How about Snagas then?" She was still hopeful.

The grey Orc scratched his forehead with a bewildered smirk.

"Ye lucky then, mistress." He went to the far end of the smithy to rummage through the pile of metal. He yanked out a dark grey, matted cuirass. It held lots of dents and scrapes.

"You have four hours to fit it." She spun curtly.

"What's in it fer me?" The smith smirked once more. He had to flick his wrist rapidly as something small flew in his direction. His massive palm unclasped to find a tiny velvet pouch. He emptied the contents to find a several golden coins inside. They bore the emblems of the enemy.

"Four hours." Nothing but her scent wafted through the space when he lifted his head.

x x x

Nothing but a compact dark figure on the top of the hill she surveyed the fog shrouded ruins. It didn't matter Pafund was fast or that the forger worked as fast as he could she'd missed him. The ancient fortress was quiet, left empty... Rimkaur frowned. The black entity must be still there however... Hidden, lurking, staying away, forcing others to perform his vile work... Compressing her jaws she directed her Warg around the bend, down the wall of the rock-ribbed mound. Once through the tear in the wall she found herself in a common space of the underground level. The human dismounted treading lightly. The structure was deserted entirely, she had come too late... A faint echo of a scuffle carried from the adjacent corridor, light scraping of leather against stone.

"Deserter eh?" She heard a familiar voice.

Rimkaur took off the helmet.

"Hello Hiisht. You stayed?" She smiled weakly.

The ancient Snaga's lips stretched into a smile. "Too old for all this shit." He complained with a mischievous spark in his eyes. But very soon after his brows furrowed, he approached the woman deliberately.

"Something different about ye..." His mustardy eyes narrowed.

"You mean besides the fact that I am covered in Snaga armor?" Rim laughed half-heartedly as Hiisht stepped nearer.

"He done it didn't he..." The Orc had finally uttered. "Could smell him all over ye..."

"Hiisht I..." Rimkaur protested. "Please do not say anything..." Her gaze fell in defeat, forcing the Snaga to perk up just a bit.

"Well then, what you wish me to do." His stooped frame leaned onto a thick cane. "Plan to follow them eh?" He smirked darkly. "Smelling like a female."

The human's eyes dilated. "Hiisht!" She sighed. "I..."The old male rolled his eyes retreating into the darkness. He returned a few moments later, carrying a metal container.

"Don't ask what's in it." His face was taken by a frown. "Rub on yer hair and extremities and such..." He extended his hand towards her helmet.

When Rimkaur was done, the mixture left a grayish film on her skin, she indeed resembled a warrior fully readied for battle. Hiisht sniffed approvingly but when he handed the helm back, the spindly fingers clutched onto the metal.

"...You go, you die..." He uttered, gazing straight into her eyes. Rimkaur returned the stare, Snaga's eyes were full of pity.

"I know, Hiisht, I know."