Chapter One
For centuries Middle Earth has been fractured with the races of man, elves, dwarves and orcs were constantly at war with each other. The dwarves fought more with the orcs, finding scores of them along with goblins and ogres traversing through the deepest mines within the earth. They could rarely be bothered by the elves and humans. The elves continued to remain as a constant, their numbers great and their armies strong, though they have all but isolated themselves. The race of men , however, have weakened with each war and with the country of Gondor being the closest neighbors to the enemy kingdom of Mordor, their desperation for an end to the stalemate would come at a high cost.
An emissary of Mordor had arrived on a most auspicious day, requesting an audience with the King of Gondor on the day of his fallen Queen's funeral. What the emissary brought was an extension of peace between their bordering kingdoms in exchange for the King's only daughter, a prized prime omega. It was no secret that what the Dark Ruler of Mordor was really after: the Gift of Foresight. A trait that the young princess had inherited from her late mother.
It was a proposal that the King reluctantly agreed upon.
Sealing the fate of his only daughter.
Princess Ayla was the third child of the High King of Gondor, a daughter that had been doted on by her parents and two older brothers. The late Queen had especially given her youngest and only daughter more attention than her two oldest sons, often spending most afternoons and evenings teaching her everything that had been passed down from her mother and her grandmother and so on before her. Queen Freya instilled into her daughter that what she was being taught was meant to be kept a secret and to only share when Ayla herself would one day have a daughter. Freya had taught her daughter spells and prayers passed down through the generations, potions to heal and remedy any ailment and there were hexes and curses that Ayla had been warned to only use as a last resort. Ayla loved her mother dearly; the gentle Queen had taught her much about her gift and also about the life she was to expect as an omega.
Ayla grew up living a charmed life, even following in her mother's footsteps to become a shield maiden; although Ayla was small in stature compared to her brothers and parents. Thus she took up archery instead, a bow and arrow easier for her to wield versus a sword and shield. She would spend many waking hours between her lessons shooting arrow after arrow into targets until her fingertips were raw and eventually callus over. Her mother and father encouraged her activities, taking pride and joy in their children's achievements. Then life in the beautiful white city changed the day the Queen died when Ayla was sixteen.
It happened when Mordor had sent raiders to attack and a poisoned arrow struck Queen Freya in the back. She died on the battlefield, beheaded by an orc. All joy had seemed to fade, and the many things Ayla had taken for granted had been taken away from her. She was no longer allowed to practice her archery. She was no longer allowed to walk through the halls without an escort or armed guard. The day of the funeral, Ayla had discovered her father throwing her mother's belongings into the fire to burn and she just barely managed to save her mother's books, the legacy of carrying on the knowledge of her gift. King Elendil had allowed his daughter, after seeing and hearing her tearful pleas to not burn her mother's books, to keep them so long as he never saw them again.
Even her brothers began to act strangely, suddenly keeping their distance. No longer playfully teasing their baby sister. Isildur, her eldest brother, had even raised his voice sharply at her to know her place and behave like a "proper omega." It had stung and Ayla had quickly begun to see the way the nobles of court would look at her in disapproval whenever she spoke up out of turn or stepped forward ahead of an alpha or beta. Life without the Queen had become joyless and Ayla found herself going to her mother's tomb daily, weeping and speaking of how much things have changed for the worse in her mother's absence. She would tell her mother's tomb about her dreams, and how they frightened her and consulting the runes to decipher them led her nowhere.
Not even a year later she was told that a treaty of peace by marriage with the Dark Lord will save their kingdom Ayla realized then what her dreams had been telling her. And she also realized that she had no power to oppose it, because as an omega, she had little rights to go against an alpha and King like her father. She knew that no amount of begging and pleading and crying would sway her father. Peace between the bordering countries was too important. More important than protecting his own offspring and finding another way.
Elendil looked upon his daughter solemnly as she approached; her usual happy demeanor had become depressed and somber and he knew that it was because of his failure. He had failed his wife, and in turn had failed his daughter. His council had convinced him that this was the only way for his people to live in peace; the price being giving his daughter who had the Gift of Foresight like her mother, to enemy hands. No one, not even his council or his two sons, knew that Ayla had inherited her mother's gift, believing that Freya alone had it and did not pass it on. King Elendil could only hope that the enemy also did not know of Ayla's secret and merely wanted a mate in exchange for a truce.
He would be seen as a traitor to his kingdom and house if anyone knew what he was giving their enemy. They would surely usurp him and stick his head on a spike.
His beautiful daughter was at a tender age, just blossoming into womanhood, was to leave today, never to be seen or heard from again. Were her mother alive she would have thrown a fit over the idea of bartering their only daughter, cursing him for his weakness. Freya, his beloved wife, had been such a willful woman with so much spirit, having passed that onto their daughter. Their daughter…who looked so much like her beautiful mother.
"My beautiful child," he said, extending his arms out as Ayla reluctantly walked into them and wrapped his arms around her slight frame and kissing the top of her head. Unlike her mother Ayla was small and petite, giving off the impression that she was a fragile slip of a girl. Of course growing up with two older brothers she was no one to scoff at in a fight. Not to mention her mother had been the greatest shield maiden Gondor had ever seen and taught their daughter well, believing that even a princess should learn to cut down her enemies. "I know you will do this kingdom proud."
Ayla's jaw ached as she fought back her tears. "Father, I dreamt the dark cloud from Mordor creeping out like a clawed hand reaching out for me and in the center of that hand was a single eye of red flames, burning the white tree to ash." Ayla pulled back from the hug to look up at her father, knowing he would not understand and interpret her warning as fear. This particular dream had been going on the day after her mother's death, having failed to understand until she was told of the arrangement and immediately understood—Sauron had no intention of keeping his part of the deal. She knew her dream was predicting the end of her people. "Please, father…please don't send me away to him. The Dark Lord will not honor the treaty."
Elendil cupped the side of her face in his large palm as he looked down at his daughter. His face a mask of a stern ruler while his eyes shown with pain and regret. His only daughter looked up at him with pleading eyes while ironically dressed in a white gown. A father should be proud to see his daughter being matched to a powerful alpha; he just regretted that it had to be with his enemy. "You must stay strong, Ayla. You cannot continue to act like a child. Do as you are told. Do your people and country proud."
Her eyes watered with tears. "Please…I'm begging you."
Then he spoke the words that broke his heart and stained his soul. "You are no longer my child. You no longer belong to Gondor. You belong to Mordor, to Sauron from today onward."
Ayla felt ice form in her veins at her father's cold words.
She looked back at her brothers, Isildur and Anárion, seeing that they looked remorseful but clearly were still pinned beneath the authority of their father's thumb. This will be what Ayla takes with her, this pitiful, last image of her brothers and father who so easily looked the other way. It drove home the harsh words of her father. She was no longer his daughter. She was no longer their sister. She was no longer a princess of Gondor. She was just a bargaining chip. A pawn on a chessboard.
She stood at the edge of Gondor's border, watching as the emissary, the Mouth of Sauron, came galloping up to her upon a steed that looked diseased. Ayla's initial instinct was to run away but she stood her ground. After all, per her father's words she was no longer of Gondor but she will also never belong to Mordor, either.
Never in her heart.
She wished at that moment to be saved. To have the earth below her open up and swallow her whole, letting her fall into the empty void.
When the emissary had stopped before her, Ayla was visibly horrified by his appearance. His skin was a sickly grey and his lips were blackened and his teeth rotten. The whites of his eyes were yellowed and his irises had turned as red as blood. His scent was foul, like death had bathed in brimstone. He held out his gloved hand to her, the black leather was cracked and caked with a layer that Ayla did not want to think about as she took the offered hand and was pulled up onto the steed in front of him. His smell up close was even worse, his breath smelling of rotten meat and curdled blood, churning her already knotted stomach.
As she was taken to the Gates of Mordor Ayla did not look back.
She would not look back.
She would not look back because…
"You no longer belong to Gondor."
xxxxx
Ayla guardedly took in the exotic looks of this terrifying alpha she had been bargained to after being brought forth by the emissary. Sauron, the Lord of Mordor, sat upon a throne of black iron, dressed in an impressive armor of black steel that shined like smooth glass and a cape that was as black as ink. His face was fair and surprisingly beautiful. Too beautiful in fact that it made Ayla feel unsettled and her stomach quivered with unease. His hair was long was as white as the purest snow, making him appear ethereal and otherworldly. The only giveaway of his evilness was the blackness of his eyes that were like a pair of empty voids, revealing just how soulless he truly was.
Sauron rose from his throne with fluid grace befitting of a fallen one of the Maia and descended down the steps of the raised dais that the throne sat upon. A throne that was made of blackened skulls and broken shields and swords. Ayla felt goosebumps rise up on her skin, a chill running down her spine and her heart hammering away in her chest as fear took hold of her. She knew immediately that Sauron was a powerful alpha, his aura was ancient and indomitable. His scent overpowering and making her inner omega wanting to submit and cower into a corner but she was immobilized by fear and her mother's stubbornness that had been instilled within her, determined to not break so quickly in front of her enemy. If she took away anything from what her mother had taught her, it was to appear strong and proud and never let anyone know how scare one was. Though Ayla could do nothing of the stench of fear coming off of her.
Once he was close enough, Sauron reached out with his right hand and grabbed Ayla's face, and the other pushed her hair away from her temples. Ayla stood frozen with fear, her turquoise eyes unable to meet his intense black gaze. The alpha liked what he saw; lowering his head down to her face and inhaled deeply of her scent. He let out a low, approving growl.
"You're so perfect." He spoke; his voice was deep, carrying a low rumble that sent tremors through every cell in Ayla's body. He traced his thumb over Ayla's lower lip, leaving a path of tingles in its wake. The hand moved to her neck, squeezing lightly. Ayla parted her lips and her breath trembled. "And untouched. How the King of Gondor surprises me with such a bounty. Sending me his beloved daughter who is a delicious Prime Omega."
Ayla's thighs were beginning to quiver, her knees feeling weak, no matter how she tried to school them, as she felt slick building between her legs. His scent and commanding aura was making her inner omega vibrate as her body reacted to the Prime Alpha before her. The alpha leaned closer and sniffed Ayla's bare neck. "You're unbonded." He pressed a hot-mouthed kiss to Ayla's neck and the young princess gasped, her body finally moving as she took a shaky step back with one foot as her hand came up to cover the wet spot on her neck.
She flushed, giving away the fact that she had never been touched there before. This only seemed to please Sauron as a smirk appeared on his pale pink lips, his black eyes flashing. "Did they lock you up for your first heat?" he teased softly, pressing closer to her and imposing his height upon her.
She remembered flashes of that time during her first heat, how she was locked away in the highest tower of the castle for several days. Alone and in agony, the desperate emptiness within her crying to be filled by something or someone. The need to douse the burning flames of her heat as it was made to feel like she was on fire, the thinnest and finest of fabric too harsh against her overly sensitized skin. The memories of those days brought a shameful blush to her cheeks. Having this alpha so close made the hunger pangs of her body creeping back despite her fear and disgust. Was it the knowledge of being in the presence of this imposing alpha that spoke so strongly to Ayla's shameful urges? The pheromones? The omega could see that the armor Sauron wore was well fitted to his form, and she didn't have to guess that beneath that impressive armor was a lean and powerful body.
She whined, unable to suppress her voice as that heat seemed to spread through her own body, clouding her mind with the desire for sensation. "I'd never have let that happen. I would have broken down the door if I smelled this enticing scent behind it."Sauron said, dropping his voice lower.
Ayla breathed harshly, the image of this terrifying alpha breaking down the door and ripping off her sleeping clothes and—she forced her treacherous thoughts to a halt. She had to suppress her secondary nature. Suppress the omega within that was losing against this battle of wills.
"You became wet just from me standing close and playing with your hair," the alpha teased, sniffing the air around Ayla. Understatement. Ayla could feel herself dripping. She'd never reacted to another alpha's scent like this. She had been around many prominent alphas after she had presented as an omega at thirteen, though none had carried a scent that was so…dominating. "How has no on taken you with such an enticing smell? Did your weak father lock you away after presenting your secondary sex?" he purred in her ear. "Speak. Let me hear your voice, my pet."
She was trembling but mustered the strength to form the words. "Y-yes…my…my lord." she stuttered in a soft voice. "But—only during my heat."
She heard him hum, his deep baritone sending more tremors down her body as his scent of arousal hit her nose. It was musky and smoky, making her brain feel heavy. Ayla felt him pull her hair back, exposing her neck to him as he pressed his nose to her scent gland and inhaled deeply. Ayla suddenly cried out sharply, her knees locking and her hands instinctively grabbing his armored biceps as she felt his sharp canines pierce the soft flesh of her neck. Ayla's inner walls violently spasmed, and she could faintly smell the metallic scent of her blood.
Fire. It felt like fire. A combination of biting pain and warm pleasure bursting along her neck and rushing down her spine as tears formed in Ayla's eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Her knees buckled as the pressure of a newly formed bond yanked tight around her body like a harness. Her eyes swam and for a moment she slumped against the alpha's shoulder, trembling as her body began to burn with intense renewed heat.
"You smell even better now," the alpha purred. He lapped at the bite mark, making the fresh wound sting with his open-mouthed had not been prepared for this to happen so quickly, the pain had caught her by surprise and her treacherous body had responded to this monster. Already she felt herself losing strength, the shock too much for her. "I can already tell that you will fit perfectly into my plans." she heard him say before passing out completely.
xxxxx
When Ayla awoke, she was confused. Waking up in a large bed, the mattress was firm with fur blankets and feather stuffed pillows. She took in her surroundings, or tried to. There was little she could see in the dark, the only light came from the fireplace that kept the room warm. The soft glow from the fireplace casted shadows that danced across the floor and walls of the room. She felt a throbbing pain on the left side of her neck, making her reach up with her right hand to gingerly touch the wound. Flashes of what happened rushed through her mind, reminding her that she had been marked by Sauron, the Lord of Mordor.
As far as she could tell Sauron had not done anything further after marking her. However, she felt incredibly hot, similar to her heat, and felt the uncomfortable cramping in her stomach. Her mother had told her that when an omega is first marked by their alpha it triggers a false heat that can last several days, and can only be quelled by the alpha who marked them by engaging in intercourse where the alpha will knot the omega. It made Ayla shudder, whether from arousal or disgust she did not know. All she knew was that tonight she will lose her virginity and the bonding will be complete. She will be Sauron's omega.
Forever.
Until death.
If there was a window she would willingly jump out of it to her death.
"You have awakened." came the deep baritone of Sauron, making the hairs on the back of Ayla's neck rise up and her fever going higher. Ayla directed her gaze towards the fireplace and watched as Sauron's silhouette emerged from the shadows. With the light behind him, his white hair caught the glow of the flames, making them look as if he had a mane of fire on his head as he slowly approached the bed. She could hear him taking in a deep inhale through his nose and then released a slow breath through his mouth. "Your smell has gotten stronger. It makes me eager to knot you and make you mine."
Ayla's eyes were slowly adjusting to the dimness of the room, watching with a fevered gaze as Sauron drew closer, crawling up the mattress towards her. She couldn't move, whether she was frozen by fear or because of her growing lust from the pseudo heat induced by his bite. Sauron pulled the fur blanket away and grabbed her ankles, pulling her towards him as she let out a startle yelp.
"I'll try not to hurt you but only if you stay still," the alpha purred as he gripped her wrists to the sides of her head. Ayla thrashed, the rational part of her, the scared girl in her, would not stay still. "Stay down." he growled, the alpha wrapped a hand around Ayla's neck and tightened until she was dizzy from lack of breath, and gasping, her free hand trying in vain to loosen his hold. Her nails scratching his pale skin raw and drawing small beads of blood. "As amusing an idea it is to chase you through my castle, I admit that I am far too impatient to have your flesh." Ayla's muscles tensed up as the alpha's sharp canines reopened the mark on her neck, eliciting a pained gasp from the omega.
"It hurts!" she cried, feeling the alpha move between her shaking thighs. She placed her free hand on his naked chest, trying to push him away but she was not strong enough. The alpha's sharp nails barely scratched Ayla's skin as he drew up the skirt of her dress. "Please—please sto-ah!" Ayla cut off in a yelp as sharp-tipped fingers dug into her slick, heated opening.
The omega writhed, but only managed to prick herself more harshly on those sharp nails. The pain bloomed and intensified the more Ayla struggled. The fingers withdrew and Ayla scented a renewal of her metallic blood mixed with her slick in the air. "You're only hurting yourself the more you resist. Although I wonder what a virgin human tastes like." He slid down Ayla's body and took hold of her legs under her groaned, pinning Ayla's thighs up to her chest and bending low to inhale deeply from between her legs.
Ayla flushed at the indecent exposure of herself and could do little more than cover her face with her hands in abject embarrassment. The sting of hot tears gathered behind her shut lids. Ayla bit out a gasp when the alpha's hot mouth touched her. "You taste so good." The alpha moaned in pleasure, lapping at the trickle of slick between Ayla's legs, making the omega tremble. She had never known that a mouth and tongue on her like this could feel so good, sending her into a rising frenzy as her toes curled.
Her thighs ached from trying to press them shut, and they were beginning to tremble with weakness against the broad, solid palms of the alpha. It was impossible to keep forcing upwards against the dense weight of the muscular male. Impossible. Ayla knew if she stopped fighting she would be taken, and she couldn't help but be deeply curious about the pleasure, and she knew that she was no match against the alpha when it came to physical strength. The tongue against her slid to the sensitive nub, lapping hungrily. Ayla wailed softly, bucking against the alpha's soft, hot mouth.
Sauron chuckled darkly. "Did that feel good, my pet?" His hands left Ayla's inner thighs, shifting down to grip her cheeks and spread them open. "Your taste is so sweet." Ayla's lips parted around a gasp as the foreign tongue pressed deeper, exploring Ayla's twitching opening. Ayla squirmed until the alpha pressed her thighs down with a warning growl. Ayla felt something in the back of her mind encouraging her to stay still, but she didn't have to obey it. She couldn't, however, deny the lustful need when the warmth under her skin was pulling her body into friction seeking twists.
She did her best to let the alpha open her up, and gasped when the sensations began to intensify as she turned her head and bit the back of her knuckles. It was worth it to give him more access and she hated herself for giving in so easily. Ayla spread her thighs wider and grabbed hold of the alpha's light hair and tugged so he would kiss harder, and run his tongue along Ayla's opening with more force. She shuddered, her eyes rolling back as the alpha obliged, eagerly devouring the wetness between Ayla's thighs. The omega might not want to submit overall, but she could understand submitting to this.
There was pressure building in Ayla's belly. Her hands fisted the alpha's hair from pleasure, her nails scraping his scalp. Every time the alpha moved his tongue it threatened to take her more and more. She had never felt pleasure like this in her life. It seized hold of her, burst of lights in front of her eyes, and threw her over an invisible edge. Ayla cried out, writhing on her back as she tried to come down, staring up into the shadows that danced on the ceiling above her.
She looked back down, and the alpha was watching her with intense black eyes, his beautiful face looking almost demonic with the shadows. She whimpered, her hand shaking as she pulled it out of the surprisingly soft hair. The alpha drew back, sitting up on his knees as he released her legs, letting them fall on either side of his legs. He pulled at the tie that held his robe closed, his motions were unhurried as his dark gaze remained on Ayla as he removed his robe from his shoulders.
Ayla's eyes were immediately drawn to the alpha's member. This was her first time seeing a cock. It was thick all the way through but the truly threatening girth of the knot at the base was what had the princess swallowing nervously, her insides clenching on nervous expectation. She had to admit she was curious if it would fit. If just the alpha's tongue had been able to make Ayla shake, what would this organ be able to do? Her abdomen fluttered as the alpha came closer, grabbing her arm and pulling her to sit up and pulled her dress off from over her head.
And that's when Ayla realized just what they were doing as Sauron pushed her shoulder gently to lay back down. Completely naked and open to him as he moved closer to her.
It touched her. It was hot and she could feel it's heartbeat as it nudged against her opening. Ayla's toes curled, digging into the furs under her feet. Her breath caught in her lungs as she felt her body splitting for the powerful prime. The weight of the male pressed down on her hips. Ayla shivered, gritting her teeth to keep an embarrassing cry from escaping. She panted, bucking because it was too much and she needed the alpha off—!
Sauron let out a low growl, his eyes closing in pleasure. "You're so tight."
Her body jerked and Ayla exhaled sharply, feeling the intrusion suddenly pierce deeper. Her insides clenched, her belly churning with multiple feelings and sensations. The primary emotion she felt was panic; and it hurt. The alpha hissed down at her, letting the omega know to stay still. He thrust quickly and Ayla's body snapped tight, arching.
Ayla didn't want to hold onto this frightening alpha, but it was better than the falling sensation she was feeling as the alpha rocked against her. With a trembling breath, Ayla released a moan she couldn't suppress anymore. It still hurt but the insistent movement inside her was gradually overwriting the pain with pleasure.
"Look at you. You're so beautiful like this." He rubbed his thumb over Ayla's sensitized clit and she came nearly instantly, her muscles nearly cramping up. She could feel herself tightening around the alpha. It sent a bruised feeling through his inner muscles. "Aah, you're sucking me in, pet."
Ayla's muscles were weak with pleasure. The alpha kept moving, pressing their hips together with strength and intention. She will be knotted. She will be mated. Any child they will possibly have will be frightening. The thought flitted to her mind unbidden. Again she covered her face with her hands to hide the utter shame that coursed through her when she recognized the notion. She shouldn't want to be bred by this man. He was the enemy her countrymen have been at war with for many years.
Despite the remaining dull pain, what the alpha was doing felt much too good. Her physical instincts took another small victory and she whined softly, showing her neck and spreading her thighs slightly more. If no one was going to stop this, she was resigned to be knotted as deep as possible. The haze in her mind demanded it in exchange for any sort of relief. Suddenly, nothing in the world seemed more important. She felt the bulge of his cock force its way into her, making her clench her back teeth as she felt something hot fill her up inside.
Another sharp yelp escaped Ayla when Sauron sank his teeth into her neck again.
"You are now mine. Forever." The alpha purred into her ear. He licked his lips that were dark with her blood when he pulled back to look at her. "I just realized that we have yet to share our first kiss." He descended upon her, capturing her lips with his. His tongue slipped between her lips, letting her taste the metallic tang of her blood still on his tongue. There was no turning back now. She was now mated to the Dark Lord Sauron.
Heat filled her mind and she lost consciousness.
When Ayla came too she was burning again, the slight relief of being mated by the prime had long flown away. The faint glow of a dying fire in the hearth was the only indication of how much time had passed. The room much darker now. Her insides ached from her lost virginity and the disgust and shame she felt brought tears to her eyes. Every slight jostle she made the bruised feelings would flare up in little sparks that seemed to bite her insides. Ayla immediately stiffened when she realized that she was spooned against a solid body, with one arm around her waist and another beneath her head like a pillow. She felt a hot, wet tongue lap at the mark on her neck, making her gasp at the spark of pain it caused.
"Shh. Do not worry. You're burning again." Sauron spoke, his deep voice sounding gentle. "Your body is changing now that we are mated. Readying itself to accept my seed when your true heat begins."
Ayla writhed as the alpha's fingers pressed against her naked body, his hand cupping one of her breasts and pinching the nipple. Ayla jerked at the new sensation, sending a jolt of pleasure from her pinched nipple down to her wet core. "Relax." The alpha soothed softly, releasing her breast and sliding down the plain of her stomach and going lower to between her legs. Pressing his fingers into the omega's aching hole Ayla's hands fisted into the furs, exhaling shakily as those digits scissored inside her. It was hard to relax when the touches made her body heat up and itch. The only thing that even relieved it a bit was the stretch as the alpha opened her up.
"You're still so wet." Sauron said into her ear, his hot breath sending another wave of heated shivers through her body.
Ayla wanted to complain, to deny that he was making her feel good but she couldn't. She couldn't voice the lie that she wanted him to stop because she didn't want it to stop. She wanted to feel good. She needed the pleasure to continue. The alpha found and started to abuse something deep inside Ayla, making her quiver and mewl softly, even submissively. Later Ayla knew she will be embarrassed, but at that moment all she could do was raise her desperate voice as the alpha pressed harder, moving his sharp tipped fingers in circles against that sensitive place.
When she was dangerously close to coming, the alpha removed his fingers. Ayla whimpered in desperation, her hole clenching as it complained about being suddenly empty. "So docile. My pretty little pet. Get onto your knees and present yourself to me." His voice wasn't unkind but it was still an order.
She complied, moving on shaky limbs. The omega in her keening to obey her alpha as she got onto her hands and knees and presented her aching, wet slit to him. Her cheeks were on fire, embarrassed to display herself so crudely.
The alpha touched the back of Ayla's neck from behind. "Raise your hips higher." Ayla shuddered as the alpha's grip tightened and slowly forced her upper half down and her hips raised higher. She waited, her pulse pounding loudly in her ears as her cheek pressed into the furs and then she felt the alpha's hard organ pressed against the curve of her ass. "Do you want to feel this again?" He ground his hips against Ayla's sex. She could feel the heat of the alpha, so close to her starving opening. "You're burning up, my pet. Could it be that your body hungers for me?"
Ayla whimpered and nodded, her body decided in ways her mind wasn't. The alpha growled in pleasure, the sound triggered Ayla's body to produce more sweet smelling slick. She squirmed and felt it dribble out of her, wetting her inner thighs. It was hard to keep caring about propriety when the alpha was hot against her and rumbling softly in her ear. Memories of the first time jumped into his mind: the pain, then flooding pleasure. Both made her feel dizzily hot and her mark throbbed in her neck. Would it be the same if they did it again? How many hours had passed since the first time?
She squirmed, unable to give voice to her need for the alpha to hurry. But her message got across, as she was quickly filled to aching capacity by the alpha's cock. Sauron let out a shuddering breath as he pressed the length of himself into Ayla's twitching opening. It was thick, carving out a space within Ayla's body, and throbbing with the alpha's heavy, thudding heartbeat. Ayla's lips parted around a silent cry as the alpha thrust. He only did it shallowly at first.
"Does it feel good?" the alpha asked in a low voice, his voice thick with pleasure, drawing back and thrusting once, quickly. Ayla could feel the alpha's scorching fingers digging into her waist as she was tugged back against those strong thighs hard enough for their skin to slap. It did still hurt, but not enough to make the pleasure any less necessary. She bit her bottom lip on another wanton cry, or begging for it harder, or whining like an animal in heat. She could feel the alpha's cock forcing the slick out of her pussy, down her thighs.
Ayla knew she was a mess. She couldn't stop swiveling her hips to get the alpha to rut into different parts of her, making different sensations, each one addictive in its way. The fur blankets rubbed against her chest, the mixture of soft and course stimulated her sensitive nipples. She tried to squirm into a position that would spare her nipples, but the alpha was too forceful. He didn't seem to fully know his own strength if this was how he handled Ayla when he was pleased with being obeyed.
Her world was a blur. Her awareness reduced to the alpha rocking hard against her with those hands tightly gripping her hips, and the wet sound of her opening accepting the alpha eagerly, again and again. She had been burning with embarrassment before, but now her mind was consumed with pleasure and holding her body up just enough that the alpha wouldn't have to stop.
She felt the shudder that meant the other was close, and then the slick motion of Sauron thrusting completely into her; knot and all as he released his seed deep inside her again. Ayla whined at the sensation, her entire body trembling. Being fucked nearly senseless was more physically demanding than any training her archery skills had ever been. She had half expected it to be yanked out that time, so it didn't jar as much but Sauron remained seated inside her. Sauron lowered down onto her back, sliding his hands up her sides and dragging his sharp nails across her skin. Ayla shivered at the sensation, her skin burning at his touch and moaned softly when she felt his hot mouth over her raw mark.
His hands cupped her breasts, giving them a rough, painful squeeze and a sharp gasp followed by a low groan escaped Ayla. He was not gentle with them, his nails scraping the soft skin. She felt her body jolt forward when he snapped his hips against her, making her gasp again in surprise.
"Please—please be gentle!" Ayla gasped when Sauron's cock hardened inside her at her pleas. He suddenly pulled out of her without warning, the loss of him inside her so suddenly left Ayla's body keening as the alpha turned her over onto her back. The alpha knelt between her thighs, inspecting the red marks left behind by his nails on her abdomen and smirked, his black eyes able to see in the dark. Ayla flushed, feeling herself get heated all over again knowing she was being stared at. His fingers touched the forming weals left behind on Ayla's breasts before bending down and fixed his mouth over the left nipple. The omega squealed softly, her legs jerking involuntarily while her hands stayed at her sides, unsure of what to do with them.
Sauron reached down between them and guided himself back to the throbbing wet hole and slammed himself back into her, popping his knot into her, making the omega's back arch and her head throwing back as she let out a cry. She yelped when the alpha bit down on her nipple painfully before switching to the other nipple, sucking firmly while tracing his claws down the already moistened nub on the other side while thrusting harshly between her legs. This felt harsher than before, wilder as he moved above her, thrusting deeply into her body with bruising force. His swelling knot going in and out of her wet opening. His mouth moved up, trailing his hot tongue across her collarbone and latching his lips around the tender mark on her neck.
Tears sprang to her eyes. He was being too rough with her and she felt like she was on the verge of breaking or coming again, she didn't know which as she felt his teeth sink into her again, reopening her mark. Ayla let out another pained cry while her inner muscles clenched tightly around the cock inside her. Her tears fell as she came again, though the pain overwhelmed the pleasure and once again she fell into darkness.
That morning she had woken up as a citizen of Gondor. Within a day she lost her home and family and was forced into a new life with a mate she grew up to fear. She had lost everything from her innocence to her identity.
xxxxx
Ayla had lost all sense of time, even after her false heat had subsided. She spent most of her time isolated away in the room she shared with her mate, who came to her every night. Some nights Sauron would come to her and simply hold her in his arms, other nights he would claim her roughly, leaving her bruised and sore. He had once grabbed her right arm so forcefully that he had dislocated her shoulder. It was a frightening reminder for Ayla that her mate was no normal alpha; he was a powerful prime that has lived for centuries. If he wanted, he could easily kill her with a flick of his wrist.
Ayla savored the nights he did not come to her, though she would not sleep peacefully. She was plagued with visions of what was to come, always seeing her birth place of Minas Tirith on fire. Since coming to Mordor, her premonitions were becoming more vivid and showing her other details. The latest and most horrifying vision was of herself, staring down at her swollen belly and a river of blood running from between her legs and Sauron watching her with his black eyes.
She let out a shudder and touched her mark that had been slow to heal. The last of the scabbing had come off a few days ago, leaving a red, raised scar that still felt raw. Her right shoulder was still sore, being the main reason why Sauron had left her alone since the incident. He had surprised her when he displayed his power to heal the injury he had caused, treating her tenderly afterwards until morning and had not returned since.
The servants who tended to her needs disturbed Ayla as they looked like walking corpses with ashen grey skin, sunken hollowed cheeks and empty eyes. They did not speak to her, look at her, or interact with her in any way. They simply appeared whenever she was verging on a potential need such as hunger or wanting a bath. It was a shame they did nothing to ease her boredom and loneliness.
Not that she would willingly confide in them.
She spent much of her time sitting at the window, having discovered it a few days after being mated to Sauron. Her view was depressing, showing her a wasteland of rocks and an endless sky of an eternal dark storm. She clutched at the shawl wrapped around her shoulders, more out of worry than from the cold. She feared her premonition of coming true, what it meant. She worried on her bottom lip, dreading her next heat, the time when she is most fertile and more likely to conceive. She had always wanted children, but that was back when she naively thought that she would be mated to someone she loved and still living in her beloved city. Her girlish dream was nothing more than that, a dream. She was mated to the King of Evil, the enemy of Middle Earth, and the mere thought of bearing his children made her physically ill with anxiety.
Any child she would bear for Sauron she truly feared would be a monster.
xxxxx
The only times Ayla ever left the safety of her chambers is when she is summoned to join Sauron for dinner in a dining hall that was built from volcanic rock. Clear white crystals embedded in the black rock captured the light and illuminated the room with fractured colors of the rainbow. It added beauty in a place that was so void of it. Ayla found the lights to be a pleasant distraction.
Sauron rose from his seat and walked over to Ayla, pleased to see that the bruises he had given her had faded. His mark on her neck healed and scarred over. His mate was beautiful though painfully fragile. For centuries he had been alone and focused on conquering Middle Earth in his image, never thinking himself to be lonely. When he heard that the King of Gondor's youngest had the gift of foresight he extended a false offer of peace in exchange. He had been prepared to use such a gift to his advantage, what he had not expected was Ayla. She was pure innocence. Her beautiful eyes reminded him of the past, before he left Valinor, finding a sense of peace come over him when he stared into her blue-green eyes.
He had intended to scare her into submission, knowing she grew up hearing terrible stories about him and was ready to use them to his advantage but the alpha in him wanted the opposite. The prime alpha wanted to claim the omega, her scent was so sweet, so pure, it lured him in, awakening a hunger he had not felt in centuries. He marked her and then knotted her. She was now his. And he could not get enough of her sweetness. When he unintentionally injured her shoulder he felt terrible, he had not meant to be so rough with her to the point of nearly tearing her arm off. He put distance between them immediately. He found himself worrying for her health, her human body was fragile compared to his and thus will require to be handled with gentler hands.
Sauron raised a hand and gently cupped the side of Ayla's face, looking down at her as her turquoise eyes looked up to meet his dark gaze. He inhaled her sweet scent, still laced with the mild tang of her fear and anxiety. He lowered his down to kiss her lips, feeling her hesitate before responding and shyly returning his kiss. He wanted to claim her. Lay her out on the table to become a carnal feast for himself. Standing up to his full height he took her hand in his and led her towards the table where a modest spread was waiting. Sauron did not eat but it did not mean his mate was the same as he sat back down in his seat and pulled Ayla down to sit in his lap.
The blush that bloomed on her cheeks was an endearing quality that Sauron was growing fond of. She was still innocent despite what he had done to her. He plucked a grape from the plate and brought it up to Ayla's lips, watching as she opened her mouth and accepted the grape. He took pleasure in feeding her and watching her eat, plucking another grape and bringing it to her lips. He took notice that her scent was gradually changing, her anxiety was easing up though the fear still lingered. It was improving; his omega was gradually getting used to him and to her new life.
"You must be so bored locked away in our room, my pet." Sauron spoke, "You have been living here for less than a month and know nothing of your new home."
Ayla swallowed her grape as she looked at Sauron, his black eyes capturing the fractured lights in the room. His fair skin and snow white hair glowing in the dancing colors. He truly was beautiful but the underlying evil was hard to ignore as his aura still scared her. A hint of something bitter beneath the smell of smelted metal and smoke. Yet he was putting effort into being gentle with her. Was he feeling guilty from dislocating her shoulder?
"Shall I give you a tour?" he asked, leaning forward and pressing his lips to her neck where her scent gland was.
Maybe she should put effort into this as well. After all, she was disowned by her father, stripped of her title and status as a citizen of Gondor before being forced into becoming the mate of her countrymen's enemy. Did this union make her their enemy now as well? Such a thought saddened her to think that. It unnerved her to think that Sauron, the Lord of Mordor, the enemy in the east, was now her family. She recalled her latest dream, staring down at her swollen belly, obviously pregnant with his seed and blood running down her legs.
"Well, my pet?" Sauron asked, flicking his tongue over her scent gland and getting a surprised jump from the omega.
"Ah—y-yes. I—I would like that. Thank you, my lord." Ayla replied, turning her head towards him as he raised his head up from her neck, brushing his lips against hers. She didn't know what to do, feeling too inexperienced in intimacy even though she had already done so many lewd things.
"Good, then I will show you after dinner." he said, holding a strawberry to her lips. Ayla bit into the red berry, some of the juice spilling down her chin which Sauron quickly licked away. The blush returned to Ayla's cheeks as she nearly choked on the strawberry, avoiding further embarrassment by quickly swallowing the piece whole. "Did that surprise you?" he chuckled, the sound rumbling softly against her lips.
"Yes…it caught me off guard." Ayla admitted.
"Forgive me, I cannot seem to control myself around you." he said, nuzzling his nose into her neck again to inhale her scent. He can smell she was getting aroused and held her waist a little tighter, his hands resting on her hip and mid-back. He nipped at the delicate skin of her neck with his teeth, eliciting a soft moan. He released a low growl, lightly biting his way up her neck to her lips, nipping her bottom lip before devouring her mouth with his.
Ayla's lips moved against his as her hands came to rest on his chest. Sauron removed his hand from her hip to gently hold the side of her face as he pulled back from the kiss, gazing at her with lust in his dark eyes. The scent of her arousal was growing stronger; making the alpha in him growing restless with the urge to reclaim what was his. He ignored his own arousal, reminding himself that his omega was still recovering. It was too soon to test the waters and he worried of doing worse than dislocating her shoulder.
"Shall I give you the tour?" he asked; his voice husky with lust.
Ayla nodded her head, not trusting her voice at the moment as she stood up from Sauron's lap. She turned to look at him as he stood, still impressed by his height as he towered over her. He looked down at her, gently caressing his thumb across her cheek before moving to leave the dining hall. Ayla followed, walking a few steps behind him. Sauron turned, reaching back and grabbing her arm firmly, pulling her up to walk beside him. It had surprised Ayla, having been raised to believe her place as an omega was to walk several paces behind an alpha, yet Sauron wanted her to walk next to him. Like an equal.
She had never walked beside an alpha who was of higher status than. It made her wonder just how different the customs were here in Mordor if there were any. She had never heard of omegas being treated equally as an alpha. Even betas were treated better than omegas where she came from.
Ayla was given the tour of her new home, surprised by how similar it was to the castle in Minas Tirith. It had a ball room, a parlor, many empty guest rooms, and an impressive library. She had already seen the throne room and knew where the dining hall was. There were no paintings or murals on the walls anywhere, and hardly any sculptures or statues. The ones she did see were broken or damaged in some way, as if they had been moved several times before. The last place Sauron showed her was a greenhouse, housing a menagerie of flora. The colors were so vibrant and beautiful that Ayla felt that her eyes were not big enough to take it all in as she stepped into this small pocket of paradise.
The floral and earthy smells filled her nose, cleansing the grayness from her soul. This room was truly the best and Ayla wished to never leave.
"It is my secret garden." Sauron spoke, getting his mate's attention as she looked over her shoulder at him. He could see the visible change in her, how being in his greenhouse made her happy. "You may come here whenever you please."
"I can?" she asked, her turquoise eyes widening with surprise before they softened and she gifted Sauron with a smile. "Thank you, my lord."
Such a warm smile made the alpha inside Sauron purr as he walked over to her and then offered his arm which she took. They walked together, arm-in-arm, through the secret garden that was larger than it appeared at first glance. Ayla learned that most of the plants were from Valinor and he had planted the seeds when he established his power in Mordor, the greenhouse was made to be an escape from the drudgery. This garden gave Ayla insight to another part of Sauron, showing her that perhaps he was not completely a monster that she was brought up to believe.
"This is a pleasant surprise," Ayla said, holding onto Sauron's arm in a gentle hold.
"How so?" Sauron asked, looking down at the top of her head.
"I would never have guessed that there would be something beautiful like this here." Ayla said, tilting her head back to look up at him. "Thank you for sharing this with me."
Once again Sauron felt his inner alpha hum with approval, wanting to make his omega feel at ease, to let her nest and make her home in his domain. He stopped walking and Ayla stopped with him, turning her body to face him. He touched her mark, rubbing his thumb tenderly over the scar he made and she let out a soft noise of approval. Pride bloomed in his chest, knowing that this omega, despite being a fragile human, was his. Even after he had hurt her she had found it in her heart to forgive him. Her heart…it was very soft and forgiving. He didn't understand why.
Was it her instinct as a mated omega to forgive him so quickly? Would she forgive him if he did something worse to her?
The weeks that followed Ayla would visit the greenhouse, wandering the garden or sitting on a stone bench to read a book she had borrowed from the library. Sometimes she would fall asleep in the greenhouse; the sunstones used to light up the place mimicked the light and warmth of the sun. As Ayla grew more comfortable in her new home she began to explore the halls and the many rooms. Her sense of time had returned to her as she grew accustomed to the eternal darkness of Mordor, although the ghoulish servants still made her uncomfortable and she avoided them as much as possible. Her anxiety and fear around Sauron had eased up enough that she hardly noticed it now, having become familiar enough with him and some of his habits around her that it became easier to be with him.
Ayla had become comfortable enough to tell Sauron that she was rather skilled at archery, explaining that despite her status, her parents had insisted that she learned a skill of combat. However, because she was so small she could only manage the bow and arrow. After she had told her mate he had surprised her with a newly made archery range and a brand new bow and a quiver of arrows that he had handcrafted himself. Ayla was so overwhelmed by his gift that she had forgotten herself and hugged him, her small arms wrapping around his tapered waist.
"You should learn more than just archery." Sauron said.
"My lord?" Ayla asked, looking up at her mate who was gazing down at her with tenderness.
"You are small and will easily be overwhelmed by someone who is bigger and stronger than you, but that can be used to your advantage. I will craft you a weapon that will be suitable for someone of your size and then I will teach you how to use them."
Within a week Sauron had crafted dual blades for Ayla, knowing that someone of her size would have agility on her side in a fight. As promised, he began to teach her how to wield the blades, starting off with the basics before handing her off to one of his generals who was skilled with such blades. Ayla was understandably nervous, considering her teacher was Khamul who wore nothing but black and hid his face behind an iron mask. He did not speak and merely showed Ayla the steps before practicing the moves in mock sparring sessions until she was confident enough to put any force behind her moves. This became her daily routine, and with exposure her fear and hesitation melted away and her confidence slowly building up.
Her first heat after being marked had come two months later and it had caught them both by surprise. Sauron had scented her, the smell heightened and stronger, having smelled the change that morning when he woke up but did not think it out of the ordinary. He had simply passed it off as her being aroused by him and was amused by Ayla's clinginess when he left their bed after satisfying her needs that morning. He had been tempted to stay in bed with her, the way she looked, flushed and still writhing with lust among the furs aroused him, but he had other priorities.
Her scent lingered on him, wafting up at unexpected times while he worked in the forge of the volcano, creating his master ring. Every time he caught wind of her scent it sent a shudder of arousal through his body. It forced the memories of her wanton moans and the heavy panting as she clung to him with her mouth hanging open and her head rolled back exposing her throat to him. How she whined when he left her. It was then that it dawned on Sauron: his omega was in heat.
Sauron had immediately left his forge, returning to his room where he caught the flare of his omega's heated scent. It was overwhelming, immediately awakening his inner alpha who roared with the primal need to breed. His black eyes searching the room to find his mate curled into a tight ball on the mattress, her face flushed with her hands between her legs. She was still naked, laying above the furs. Sauron immediately threw off his clothes and went to Ayla, his black eyes on his poor omega, suffering from her fever. Sauron ran his hand lightly along her creamy flesh and the omega gasped, then shivered and pressed her body into the alpha's hands.
Sauron decided to put the omega on her back. He enjoyed watching his omega's expressions as they coupled, and it was worth the risk of losing all control with the scent of the omega alone. Her scent was as always, a dangerous temptation. Sauron succumbed to it helplessly.
"What took you so long?" Ayla asked in a breathy tone, removing her fingers from between her legs, wet with her slick. Sauron took hold of her wrist and sucked on her wet fingers, lapping up her sweet nectar. Ayla blushed deep when their eyes met while Sauron was sucking off her slick from her fingers, the sight of it so erotic that it made her inside quiver. Sauron released her wrist and moved to settle himself between her open legs and saw her visibly shiver when his hard cock pressed heavily against her belly.
His right hand teased and opened up his mate's leaking opening. The left he used to pin both of her wrists down against the mattress above her head, putting her pert breasts up to offer him. Sauron released an approving growl at the sight of her, whining and twisting beneath him as his fingers pumped in and out of her. Sauron twisted his fingers inside his omega and Ayla released a heated gasp, her body tightening up as she came by his hand. She panted heavily as her body relaxed, coming down from the tingling high or her orgasm and released a sigh as her mate used his knee to force her thigh flat against the mattress, and growled approvingly in her ear at how easily she submitted to him.
Sauron pulled out his fingers and rubbed the slick along the length of his cock so it would enter the omega smoothly. Ayla's gaze followed the motions of Sauron's hand on his cock, and the scent of her heat increased. Sauron unpinned the omega's thighs to line their bodies up. He pulled Ayla closer, nudging into her wet entrance. For a moment Ayla's eyes looked like she might fight against him, but as he entered her the omega only quivered, throwing her head to the side and exposing her mating mark for Sauron to bite over.
Sauron moved, his grip tightening on the omega's tensed thighs. Ayla's hole was hot as a furnace—and its tightness was intense despite having received him that morning. Sauron could barely hold off finishing as soon as he entered. Ayla squirmed, pushing her hips up so Sauron sank deeper into her. The alpha groaned, biting his lip as he found his space inside the beautiful omega and began rocking into it. The omega's fingers found their way into Sauron's hair, her nails scraping deliciously against his scalp and her lips parted when Sauron ground himself against something deep inside.
Ayla couldn't think beyond how good she was feeling, she craved her heat to be relieved, to satisfy the natural cycle of her omega genealogy as her baser instincts as an omega purred and keened to fulfill its need to breed. To be filled with fertile seed and bear her alpha his offspring. To prove her worth to her alpha.
It was something the alpha didn't mind fulfilling, his instincts matching hers, telling him to impregnate his omega during her heat, to assert his dominance and solidify his claim. He relished the way Ayla's legs would wind around him, trying to drag him even deeper. Sauron planned to knot his prize, and the fact that his omega was so eager for it during their throws of passion haunted both his dreams and waking hours. He fancied the idea of seeing her growing fat with his seed.
Ayla bucked, noticing with his wandering attention. Sauron smothered those movements by biting down hard over their mating mark, and the bucking easily morphed into a more circular motion: the omega desperately fucking her sweet, sticky body with Sauron's cock. The alpha moved from Ayla's neck to meet her lips. Bites, and bloody ones for sure, but also the omega's sweet taste and small mewls as she struggled to pleasure herself from beneath her alpha.
Sauron held still because he knew it would frustrate Ayla in her fevered state. Feeling the desperate writhing of the omega's body made Sauron's cock twitch in satisfaction. He pressed his tongue into the omega's mouth and felt the pretty thing moan softly. Everything about her begged for more. Even the look in her beautiful, vibrant turquoise eyes had taken a turn for the dazed and lustful. Sauron wanted to stretch the omega's tight hole open again and again. After a moment of watching Ayla squirm and shudder, Sauron thrust again. The omega arched and breathed out her appreciation with a full-body tremble. Slick was smeared all over her thighs, issuing a thick, heady scent into the air between their bodies.
She got so wet.
An omega in heat was truly something else. Sauron gritted his teeth as his hips jerked, and the omega's body lifted fitfully to meet him. Sauron wanted—he needed to make the omega lose it before he finished. Sauron shivered as Ayla bit down on whatever skin she could reach in her frustration, hard enough to draw blood. It didn't bother Sauron, he knew it would heal and if it pleased his mate to do it, it could only excite him. When Ayla drew back to look at the bite, running her fingers over it, there was a petal of crimson on her lips. It was a sight that made Sauron's knot threaten to tie itself, whether it was inside something or not.
He didn't have much time left as he felt his climax was nearing and he still had to make his mate come first. He hooked one of Ayla's legs over one shoulder and thrust harder. In response, Ayla shuddered, rolling her back against the mattress. She came, a strangled moan finding its way out of her red-painted lips. Her already tight opening constricted around Sauron's cock. It felt like heaven. Sauron couldn't help but thrust into that. He couldn't remember to make Ayla squirm when he was fighting his own reigns.
The omega released a cry of pleasure when Sauron moved again, shuddering and releasing slick against his throbbing knot. He released Ayla's leg, letting it settle back down at his waist as he put both his hands on her hips, gripping them tightly, and the omega grabbed hold of Sauron's wrists to steady herself. When Sauron thrust into her, her fingers clenched tight and when he pulled out they went nearly slack. Ayla fixed him with a wrecked expression and the alpha groaned, surging down to possessively kiss his mate. The omega snapped into an arch, coming again as Sauron's movements speared deep into her.
Her shaky breaths panted out against Sauron's lips. Sauron kissed her again and the omega moaned, shivered, and then began to kiss back, one of her hands letting go of Sauron's wrists and grabbing a fistful of his hair instead. Her eager kiss made Sauron's cock twitch hard. Sauron jerked forward, pushing his knot completely into her, making Ayla release a throaty moan. He spilled his seed into her, knowing fully well what could happen and the alpha eagerly hoped that their rutting came to fruition. After all, Ayla was a special omega, and she had a purpose in the coming war he will wage against her former homeland.
"Sleep." he encouraged, watching the other sag with exhaustion. Sauron knew that Ayla will need her rest as an omega's heat normally lasted several days before dissipating and will need her alpha to help quell the fever. Laying beside her, he pulled the fur blankets up to cover Ayla who was fast asleep against him.
Yes, he was certain that she will be one of the key ingredients to his impending success.