Chapter Five

It had been an advantageous opportunity for the Dark Lord of Mordor, having heard the rumors through his spies that the young Princess of Gondor had been blessed by the Arda with the Gift of Foresight. And offering King Elendil the "promise" of peace between their bordering countries in exchange for his daughter was a deal the King was reluctant to agree upon, but he was playing on his soft heart for his people. Sacrificing one child for the sake of thousands—only a fool would pass on it.

Thus he received the agreement almost instantly.

Within a fortnight his omega was delivered to him. He dressed in his finest armor, wanting to appear menacing and powerful. He wanted the omega to know that her life was now in his hands, that he owned her, that resisting will only end tragically for her. He smelled her before he saw her. Fear—the scent of it was something he was quite intimately familiar with, but the undercurrent behind the fear was sweet. Something he could practically taste in the back of his throat, like the aftertaste of a sugared treat.

When she was brought in by his emissary he was immediately taken by her beauty and had to keep control of his features, not wanting to show anything, especially when his subordinates were present. She looked so sweet and pure dressed ironically in white. He maintained his persona of a powerful alpha, flexing his pheromones and watching the pupils of her stunning turquoise eyes go wide but she dared to stand her ground. It pleased his inner alpha to see the omega before him already trying to fight back against her secondary nature of submission. It was amusing, smelling her fear and then the potent spike of her arousal, her omega nature naturally reacting to his alpha pheromones and then he noticed it—she was a prime! A delightful, delicious surprise.

He inhaled deeply, breathing in the mixture of her fear, arousal and confusion.

So delicious!

He was practically thrumming with excitement.

He lowered his head down to her face and inhaled deeply of her scent and let out a low growl of approval.

"You're so perfect," he purred deeply, seeing how she shivered. He traced his thumb over her plump lower lip. It was a shame he was wearing leather gloves, only imagining how soft and warm her tender flesh must feel beneath his touch. He then moved his hand to her neck, wrapping his long fingers around her throat, just barely touching her scent gland, and giving it a light squeeze, making his omega bride's lips part as she let out a trembling breath. Her reaction pleased him. "And untouched. How the King of Gondor surprises me with such a bounty. Sending me his beloved daughter who is a delicious Prime Omega."

He pushed out more of his dominance onto the omega, feeling her trembling beneath his hold. The smell of her reacting to him was making his inner alpha growing eager to begin claiming his new prize. He leaned closer, moving his hand aside to breathe in her scent, his nose grazing along her scent gland where it was strongest. "You're unbonded." He pressed his open mouth to her scent gland and heard the princess gasp and taking a sharp step back with one hand cover the gland he had tasted.

It was mildly sweet as he swallowed her taste, the taste of her lingering in the back of his throat making him want more. Her reaction, he found, was quite adorable as he sent her a knowing smirk.

"Did they lock you up for your first heat?" he asked, unable to stop himself from teasing as he closed the distance between them once more and imposed his height upon her. Her mesmerizing turquoise eyes looked to him with fear while also looking as if she were reliving the memory of what he had teased her with. He purposefully crowded her, caging her with his mere presence. He touched her hair, again cursing himself for wearing the gloves but soon he will be able to touch her.

Touch all of her.

He heard the sweetest of whines escape her throat.

Her inner omega was beginning to submit to him.

"I'd never have let that happen. I would have broken down the door if I smelled this behind it." he said, lowering his voice a pitch. Letting the suggestive words fuel her imagination. He then caught the unmistakable scent of her arousal and had to suppress a laugh. "You became wet just from me standing close and playing with her your hair." He breathed in her scent again. Deeply. Greedily. "How has no one taken you with such an enticing smell? Did your weak father lock you away after presenting your secondary sex?"

He lowered his lips to her ear and practically purred. "Speak. Let me hear your voice, my pet."

"N-no…my…my lord." she was trembling and her voice quivered. "I was—not locked away."

He hummed, releasing another wave of his pheromones out as he pulled her long hair aside the bare her neck and he pressed his nose fully to her gland and inhaled deeply. Her scent was incredible! He couldn't get enough!

He couldn't wait to have her!

Letting instinct take over at that very moment he bared his teeth and bit down into the left side of her neck, breaking skin. His first taste, biting into the delicate scent gland in her neck, sinking his sharp canines into her soft, tender flesh. Blood gushed out onto his tongue and the taste of sweet, metallic tang was immediately a potent aphrodisiac. Add in the sound of her pained, surprised gasp and the way her scent spiked so sharply was a euphoric head rush, his eyes threatening to roll back from the sensory overload. He could feel her emotions through their newly formed, one-sided bond. Her fear, anxiety, sadness, confusion, and arousal. It all swirled within him, tethering them together.

When he pulled back, licking the blood from his lips he felt her body slump against his armor and his nose picked up the immediately change in her scent.

"You smell even better now." He lapped at the bite mark, cleaning the fresh blood and closing the wound with his saliva. "I can already tell that you will fit perfectly into my plans."

Ayla had passed out from the bite and Sauron was rather disappointed at her weak constitution after just initiating their bond. But this was fine. They had all the time in the world. Now that he had marked her his primal instincts compelled him to take his omega, mate with her, fill her with seed. He had every plan to indulge in that compulsion, but for now he would wait as he carried the unconscious omega to his bedchamber and laid her on his bed and stalked over to the armchair by the fireplace. He waved his hand and instantly ignited a flame in the hearth before he sat down and watched his new pet, imagining all of the things he was going to do to her. He licked his lips, the taste of her blood mixed with the pheromones from her scent gland still coating his tongue and he craved for more, wondering if she was just as delicious between her virginal legs.

An untouched omega was always the sweetest and it will be his pleasure to change that.

When he finally took her virginity his inner alpha was howling in triumph. Her small body was hot, heated by the false heat produced from his mating mark on her neck, her scent filling the room, mixing with his into a heady, intoxicating aroma of lust and blood. From the moment he tasted her he knew that he will never have enough. He was insatiable, always hungry, always thirsty for more. He wanted to consume and devour and savor.

Their first night as a mated pair left his inner alpha sated, purring in contentment like a glutton that had feasted to bursting. He had left many dark bruises, angry red scratches, and bite marks on her beautiful body. Just the sight of them made his libido rise and he couldn't resist himself but to lick every wound he had inflicted upon her supple flesh, waking her up from her deep slumber and smelling the burst of panic, fear and arousal coming off of her in waves that made him moan out in pleasure.

He just could not get enough.

He craved her like a drug.

His alpha was in a breeding frenzy, eager to knot his omega and fill her womb up with his seed and watch her belly expand and grow full with his pups. But his frenzy had come to a screeching halt when he got too rough with her and dislocated her right shoulder, driving home the fact that despite being a prime omega she was still a fragile human. His inner beast whined in shame for hurting his omega and he immediately healed her and then kept his distance to let her body recover. He would only see her during meals and at night when she was sleeping, forcing his affection upon her as he treated her gently.

At meals he would have her sit in his lap and he would feed her, adoring the way she would shyly accepted his offerings and licking away any of the stray food from her lips and chin. Slowly, ever so slowly, she became accustomed to his presence, no longer emitting that sharp scent of pure fear though it was still laced with anxiety which he understood. She had, after all, grown up on the horror stories about him and Mordor. But he could sense her fear slowly chipping away with every gentle kiss and tender gesture of affection. He grew quite fond of her still rather innocent habits of blushing whenever he pulled her onto his lap or when he touched and caressed her. He was gradually seeing his omega's true nature emerge and he was patiently waiting for it to come out completely for him.

After several weeks Sauron had noticed that Ayla was still very much depressed despite his efforts to shower her in affection and thus decided to gift her; taking her by the hand one day and giving her a tour of their home. He had to pull Ayla up to walk beside him instead of behind him, needing to break her of such a habit. It was clear to him that omegas were treated as low class citizens, even Ayla, who was born of royal blood, had obviously been taught that her place was not to stand as an equal but as a subordinate. Humans and their ludicrous ideas of hierarchy had a backwards thinking, undervaluing omegas and treating them poorly all because of their heat cycles when it should be the other way around. Omegas were rare amongst the secondary genders and the most fertile, so it should stand that omegas should be seen as beings to treasure and not treated like property.

Sauron vowed to show Ayla that her rightful place was on a dais to be worshiped like a goddess, to receive tributes in exchange for a blessing of fertility.

The tour of their home seemed to have lifted Ayla's spirits, the library was of particular interest to her, however most of the books were written in a language long since forgotten with only a handful of books written in the common tongue. He will have to have books brought that she can read so that she would not spend her days in boredom. The last stop was the greenhouse and watching Ayla's reaction had been rewarding as her beautiful turquoise eyes widened at the flora within.

"It is my secret garden." he had said, 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. He could now clearly smell the change in her scent, how sweet it was now, leaving that sugary aftertaste in the back of his throat. "You may come here whenever you please."

"I can?" she asked, her turquoise eyes widening with surprise before they softened and she gifted him with a genuine smile. "Thank you, my lord."

That had been his undoing.

His chest would feel tight from then on out whenever she smiled so beautifully for him. It had been such a fast change since that morning when she still had that lingering smell of fear on her to now, where that fear and anxiety was completely gone. Her scent was announcing to him that she had lost all fear in that very moment, her eyes telling him that she no longer was seeing the monster she had believed him to be, her body language communicated that her guard was now down.

She was displaying all the signs of trust in her mate.

She was accepting him.

She was no longer afraid.

His inner alpha was now purring in content, another triumph for him.

But would she continue to be like this if he did something terrible to her?

He would have to continue building up her trust and gain her unwavering devotion. He would have to weave his spells into her conscience that everything he did was for the purpose of their happiness.

For her happiness.

For her future.

For their future.

After some more time had passed he learned that Ayla was an accomplished archer, having been taught the way of the bow. It had been a surprising trivia for Sauron and he wasted no time in ordering his servants to construct an archery range and he had even crafted a beautiful bow just for her by his own hands. When he gifted it to her had been the first time she initiated an act of intimacy, hugging him and emitting a sweet scent that warmed his cold heart and made his inner beast preen. He then crafted her a pair of dual blades, knowing that if she ever was in close combat she would have the skill to defend herself. He taught her the basics, how to hold them properly and how to use them as an extension of herself before handing her off the Khamul who was more skilled.

Sauron watched with growing pride. Ayla was a fast learner, mastering the basics in no time and would then move onto learning over techniques from Khamul who was always silently patient.

Not only was she an excellent archer and gaining skill with her dual daggers but she was also a talented painter. The excitement and joy she expressed when he gifted her with paints and canvases and brushes. She often painted sceneries from her dreams, explaining how she would get premonitions while she slept and felt it necessary to paint them to be able to interpret them better. Sauron never questioned her process, not wanting to risk casting any doubts upon her growing trust in him. Whenever she painted he looked forward to see what her dreams reveal, so far the most prominent of her visions were of a burning white tree in a courtyard with the flag of Gondor's crest in the background. It had pleased him to see that his war will be victorious.

Then it happened. Her first heat after being marked by him finally came. At first the alpha did not take notice, having been breathing in her sweet scent constantly for two months but this scent had lingered. It was heavier than normal as it clung to him and his omega had been acting clingier than normal, her skin unusually warm to the touch. He had thought it rather adorable with how needy his omega was being, begging him to stay in bed with her that morning but he did not do as she asked, leaving for the forge. His inner alpha growled in annoyance for leaving behind their omega when he wanted nothing more than to return and ravish her beautiful body. It wasn't until he entered through the archway into the forge within the volcano did it hit him—his omega was in heat!

Without a second thought he hurried back and upon returning to his castle he could smell the sweet scent of his omega, the scent growing stronger the closer he came to their bedchambers. When he threw the doors open his senses were immediately overwhelmed by the heavy smell of his omega in full heat. His black eyes searching and finding his mate curled into a tight ball on the mattress, her face flushed and her hands between her legs, her small, thin fingers thrusting in and out of her wet cunt. She laid naked above the furs for Sauron to see. In a frenzy the alpha ripped off his clothes and went to his needy omega, his black eyes taking in the look of anguish on her flushed, feverish face. He ran his hands lightly along her hot skin and heard her gasp, then shiver and pressed her heated body into his touch.

"What took you so long?" she asked in a breathy tone, bringing up her hand she had been pleasuring herself with. The fingers were wet with her slick and he took hold of her wrist to suck on those wet fingers. The taste of her was stronger now that she was in heat and it made his cock throb painfully with need, his own body reacting to her strong pheromones. He couldn't wait another moment as he moved himself between her open legs. He pinned both her wrists above her head, her breasts pushed up like an offering. Sauron released an approving growl, watching his omega whine and wriggle impatiently beneath him as he sunk his fingers into her wet heat, stretching her walls. Her sweet little pants setting his blood on fire, his dark eyes watching as she twisted in pleasure from his touch and then finally coming, more slick gushing out and soaking his hand.

He growled in approval, pleased with how easily she submitted to him.

"I will alleviate this heat, my pet." Sauron said, pressing the head of his throbbing cock into her slick entrance. "Let your alpha take care of you."

Having Ayla during her heat nearly made him cum the moment he had seated himself inside her, the heat, slick and tightness of her body was nearly his premature undoing. She was a completely different creature under the influence of her heat and Sauron was getting swept up with her as instinct took over and pounding his hips into her senselessly. His mind was going into a fog from her pheromones and all he could focus on was to breed her. His inner alpha finally breaking free of its leash as it took over. He had lost count how many times he had knotted her, filling her with his seed. After each knotting Ayla would pass out and he took what rest he could in between until Ayla's need woke them both and the cycle continued.

A few weeks after Ayla's heat Sauron had been pleased to learn that they had conceived and he was eager to get his original plan underway. While they were spending an afternoon together in the parlor room that Ayla had redesigned with brighter colors and curtains with Sauron's permission, Ayla was in the process of arranging the flowers she had picked from the greenhouse into a vase; completely unaware of what her mate was doing. Sauron was sitting in his usual chair by the fireplace, attempting to extract the pure soul from within her womb, but it had backfired when Ayla let out a sharp, painful gasp, knocking the vase over as she clutched at the table. His sensitive nose picked up the sharp metallic scent of blood and knew immediately that his plan had failed. As he comforted his mate, he concluded that the soul, while still inside the womb, would be too delicate and thus he will have to be patient for her next heat to conceive again.

Their lives continued, falling into a familiar and comfortable pattern. In six months Sauron had found himself to be quite attached to Ayla and enjoyed how open she had become, revealing her true nature of an inquisitive young woman who was eager to learn. His library had received a collection of books for his omega to read and he had allowed Ayla to convert an unused room into her studio for her paintings after learning that it was one of her hobbies. She was a talented painter, and without her having to tell him he knew that the images she painted were of her home, and some were of lands that he was familiar with because they were different regions of the Eastern lands. He guessed she received her premonitions through her dreams and would paint them if they were strong enough. A most useful gift that will need honing and mental focus on Ayla's end, it was perhaps safe to bet that she had not been taught how to control her gift.

He will need to research ways of how to help her have control of her gift.

However, that would have to wait as he needed to secure his army by visiting the kings and dignitaries he had alliances with in the east, and he extended an invitation to his omega whose beautiful eyes lit up with excitement at the idea of seeing more beyond the castle walls. He ordered the servants to lay out warm clothes for travel as he knew that Ayla's small body would not be able to handle travelling through air on a wyvern; she will get too cold within minutes. He knew Ayla had seen the wyverns flying around on occasion but had never ridden one and he could smell the nerves and excitement coming off of her when she was placed upon the saddle. As soon as he mounted the beast behind her his inner alpha purred when Ayla pressed her back into his chest. He wrapped an arm around her small waist and heard her squeak when they took off into the air.

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It took an entire day and most of the night before reaching their first destination, his omega had fallen asleep against him, her fur-lined cloak wrapped securely around her to protect her from the cold. The servants took his wyvern to the private housing to tend to the beast while Sauron carried his sleeping omega in his arms with care to not wake her. Lord Beerus greeted him personally, an alpha with a weak scent who had grown too fat and lazy during his regime. He had become even more pathetic to Sauron's eyes which made him the perfect dog to command, so long as he knew who truly was the master holding his leash.

Once shown to his personal wing of the castle Sauron had dismissed everyone so that he could be alone with his mate. Ayla had woken up briefly to simply undress from her travelling clothes, leaving on only her chemise before Sauron had tucked her into bed with him laying beside her, letting her snuggle into his naturally warm body before falling back asleep. Sauron didn't require much rest and was up before the sun, leaving his omega to sleep in. He had ordered to only have beta women attend to Ayla's every need for as long as their stay, threatening to cut off a limb should he hear that his omega was unhappy or mistreated. A threat he would follow through with but knew his omega's soft heart would not allow him to do. Regardless, it was a warning well received by the servants.

When he saw her again upon entering the room where he was seated with Lord Beerus and his council, he was in awe of her beauty. Ayla was stunning in the red dress, her dark hair styled in the latest fashion with tiny flowers decorating her silky hair with kohl lining her eyes and her lips and cheeks tinted with rouge. The colors she wore were meant to compliment his clothing, having worn a white robe with mint green trimming, though he left his robe open to show off his bare chest and abdomen. Sauron wanted so badly to devour her as his inner alpha panted with want. He was not the only one, however, who recognized Ayla's beauty though no one dared to act upon their desires knowing that she was the mate of the man they have sworn their allegiance to.

Sauron nodded to the seat cushion beside him for Ayla to take, watching as she shyly walked over, too aware of the stares she was getting as she delicately sat down.

"You are an image of beauty, my pet." he said.

He watched as the color of her rouge darkened a shade from her natural blushing. "Thank you, my lord." she replied with a shy smile.

How he so wished to ravish her right here on the table, uncaring that they have an audience. But he resisted, knowing that such voyeurism would distress his omega.

"My Lord, you are truly blessed with the most beautiful omega." Lord Beerus said in his native tongue of Rhun.

"Yes, my omega has been most pleasing for me." Sauron said, stroking Ayla's cheek gently with the backs of his knuckles. "And should anyone lay a finger on what is mine will expect to lose more than just a hand."

It was a warning that everyone present understood.

Sauron had later decided that it was best that Ayla learn the language and customs of the land, ordering her appointed handmaiden, Keen, to teach her. It was important that Ayla learn the language, as he did not fully trust the people who had pledged their loyalties to him; there was just too much risk of betrayal out of fear that he had instilled within them. Especially because he was all too aware of several insurgent groups rallying rebels who still opposed him, and he couldn't risk Ayla being ignorant to the danger around her.

After a week in the colorful city that his omega had grown quite fond of, he walked into their room to find his omega leaning against the railing of their balcony. She was dressed down in an ivory satin gown, the material loose enough to fit comfortably but tailored to accentuate her lovely figure. Her dark hair was braided down her back, making his fingers itch to undo it and run through her soft tresses. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist before lowering his lips onto her mark; pleased when she tilted her head to one side to give him better access. He nipped at the scar and heard her soft sigh of pleasure.

"Are you enjoying the view of the city?" he asked.

"Yes, it is very beautiful here. Thank you for bringing me along, my lord." she said, the gratitude in her voice sounded so sweet to his ears. "As a child, my parents forbade me from ever leaving Minas Tirith, and now I am seeing more than anyone from Gondor has seen."

Sauron pulled her firmly back against his chest as he buried his nose into her hair. When she tells him about her sheltered life in Gondor only made him think just how similar their lives had been. Kept down by the people who were supposed to lift them up, setting the rules of where their places should be, what role they were supposed to play. They were so alike, he and Ayla. "I understand all too well what it feels like to be forced to be locked away. I will not deny you this world, my pet. Whatever your heart desires is yours, you need only ask." He watched her with his dark eyes, seeing her soulful turquoise eyes stare back up at him with awe, a look he had grown quite fond of seeing on her. "What does my mate desire?" he whispered, smelling her arousal growing stronger.

"Right now, I desire you, my lord." Her sweet reply came out huskier than usual, sending a shiver down his spine as a primal growl rumbled up into his throat as he turned her around and kissed her hungrily. He picked her up and carried her to their bed where she then continued to surprise him when she then proposed to be on top. Sauron couldn't help but grin at her boldness as he laid back and watched her straddle his hips and slip off the silk nightdress to show off her beautiful body. The months of training with his General had toned her soft body, making her all the more pleasing to look at.

His baser desire to see her belly inflate with his seed, growing new life within her beautiful body was strong. He wanted nothing more than to plunder deep inside her tight walls and impregnate the omega who moaned and writhed beneath him, looking up at him with lust in her turquoise eyes. The alpha within him would slip from its leash and take over and he'd lose all sense besides fulfilling his instinctual need to claim and breed his omega, to fulfill her desires of the flesh and soul. Even when he is in complete control, just being around this omega he would lose himself in her scent alone. He would drop his guard in her presence when they are alone together, and he would feel a semblance of his old self resurrecting, back before he had been cast out by the other Maiar. So much so that he even desired for Ayla to call him by his original, true name: Mairon.

To hear his true name be spoken by her sweet voice was like a balm to his darkened soul. He had even told her the history of his people, of the ancient land he came from, of how he had been cast out as a pariah. To his surprise Ayla had shown his character great sympathy, even commenting on how shortsighted his people were for not seeing beyond themselves and their "tasks" in creating a world with so many injustices and unfairness of class and gender.

"Ever since my mother died my father would treat me so coldly. I knew it was because I resemble my mother a great deal and seeing my face brought him a great deal of pain. However, because of my secondary gender of being an omega, I was often secluded to my chambers and only ever allowed to be attended by female betas. I had also been forbidden to see my friends because some were alphas and my father did not want to risk the chance of one of them attacking me. In a way, I understand your pain of being shunned by the people who are supposed to be your kin all because of their shortsightedness and narrow way of thinking."

"My pet, you will never be shunned away here." Sauron said, taking Ayla's dainty hand and kissing the knuckles. "Omegas are important, especially to us alphas. There is a reason why omegas exist, and why they are so precious."

Ayla smiled ever so warmly at him, making his heart jolt. "Mairon, my next heat will be upon us in a few weeks." she said, running her free hand up her lover's inner thigh. "I hope we will return home before it comes so that I may have you all to myself, undisturbed." Heat coursed through Sauron's veins with blood rushing to his cock, waking it up as her hand drew closer.

A slow grin formed on his lips as he watched his omega, still holding her other hand against his mouth. "Oh? My sweet omega wishes to monopolize me?" His tongue slid out and licked slowly between her index and middle finger.

"Yes," she breathed, leaning closer to him, her hand finally reaching his swelling cock. Her touch was ecstasy, sending bursts of pleasure up and down his shaft as she slowly stroked him with just the barest of touches with her fingertips. "Because I wish for my lord to knot me so deeply that I become pregnant with his child. I want to be so full of your seed, Mairon, that I become pregnant with a litter of pups."

A deep growl escaped him at the image of her becoming so large with his offspring. This was surely becoming a new kink for him as he pulled her flush against his chest and seized her mouth with his.

"Whatever my omega desires." he said, his voice rough as he reached behind Ayla to grab hold of her ass cheeks in each hand and impaled her onto his cock. Ayla's back arched like a bow and her head snapping back, a yelp of surprise escaping her lips at the sudden intrusion into her body. She was already so wet that he simply slid right into her sweet body. His mouth latched onto a pert nipple, laving at it with his tongue and giving it a sharp bite that made Ayla yelp again, feeling her hands coming up to grip his hair by the roots. The pain only enhancing his carnal desire as he lifted her hips up and slammed her back down on his cock.

They stayed in that position, Sauron lifting and pulling Ayla up and down on his lap as she vocalized her pleasure, her nails scraping hot trails across his scalp to the back of his neck and shoulders. She liked it rough, but he learned to not be too rough with her. His little omega had learned to embrace her sensuality as a woman, and Sauron liked to credit for it as he encouraged Ayla to be bolder. His mate must be strong in will and mind. He gave her what the humans could not: independence. It gave her a freedom that he knew she never had back in Gondor. Being with him showed her that the laws of the West were constricting and classist, giving all the power to those who would abuse it. It was how he had so easily won her over, and it will be easier to turn her against her kin in the coming war. He just needed that one missing piece to complete his ultimate weapon.

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On the evening of their final night in their first city, Sauron indulged Ayla by taking her out to the market and was given a surprising gift: Ayla was the people's darling. The people approached Ayla without fear. Children gave her flowers; merchants gave her their finest and most expensive bobbles for free. It was clear that on her earlier outings Ayla must have done something remarkable to have garnered such an adoring mob of worshipers.

Their unwavering devotion was something that Sauron could use to his advantage.

Later that evening after returning back to their chambers within the palace, Sauron learned that Ayla had foreseen small events that would have ended terribly for some of the commoners she had come in contact with and she altered their fates by delaying or moving them elsewhere right just moments from the events happening.

Her powers of foresight were accelerating.

Without even knowing it Ayla was helping Sauron solidify his hold in the East by gaining the love of the commoners.

He could see it, his victory against the west.

It was so close now.

Then it finally happened—someone had dared to take what was his.

They had traveled to their last destination and while he was in a meeting to sway the leaders of that region to support his war that had gone late into the evening he had given his omega the freedom to wander around with her escorts. When he returned to their room he had thought it strange that Ayla had not yet returned. Had she lost track of time again? He was just about to call for a servant when an urgent knock came at the door and one of the guards entered.

"Forgive me, my lord, but Lady Ayla has been kidnapped!" the guard said, bowing low to him. Sauron felt something unfamiliar stir within him. An emotion he had not felt since his was a child and knew little of the world. Fear. Someone would actually dare steal what is his?

"Who reported this?" Sauron demanded, "Why were there no guards to stop those kidnappers?"

"A thousand pardons, my lord! The guards on duty had been killed and so have Lady Ayla's chaperones."

With one swift move of his hand the guard's head was cleanly decapitated from his shoulders as Sauron roared through the villa, demanding that his mate be found and her kidnappers be brought to him for justice. It had been a frightening sight to see the Dark Lord so angry. His beautiful mask had been replaced with a shadow of terror, with ashen skin and black voids where his eyes and mouth should be as he screamed and raged. The fury that radiated off of him sent fear into the soldiers who quickly scrambled and assembled sloppy squadrons to search high and low for Ayla.

When he had tired out his throat from screaming he went to the very place where Ayla was last seen, needing to investigate the area himself. On the ground he found the pearl and opal hairpin Ayla had been wearing that evening. He picked it up, staring at the beautiful hair piece when he caught wind of a foreign scent.

Avari.

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Once he had calmed down enough he began to think and plan. He had ordered trackers to pick up the kidnappers trails, learning that it led towards the main river that fed into the lake where the villa and town floated upon. He was livid and holding in his murderous rage for the ones responsible for the disappearance of his mate. The only clue he had that had been left behind by Ayla was the pearl hairpin she had been wearing. They took her because they knew that Ayla was his omega mate, and he was running against time. Her heat cycle would be starting soon and any alpha near her are a threat.

Time was against him as he took his wyvern to the sky and followed the river upstream until he came upon the hidden tribe of the avari, unaware of their approaching deaths. The alpha within him knew instinctively that Ayla was down there and without a second thought he swooped down upon them with his troops.

The terror and screams of the avari rang through his ears as he personally sank his blades into their unworthy flesh, his men ordered to spare no one, not even the tamed beasts. He stalked through the village, letting his inner alpha act as his compass as he relied on his bond with his omega to guide him, leading him to an area that had yet to be touched by the flames and carnage. Then the smell immediately hit his nose and he released a snarl as he recognized the scent of his mate mixed in with another—an alpha. His nose wrinkled at it, the smell of pain and fear mingled with the dominating scent of the foreign alpha that dared to defile what is his.

As he stalked towards the door where the scent was most thick, it opened, and out came the alpha that had taken his mate. The smug appearance upon his dark face, taunting him that he had dared to touch his possession! The avari had little time to even raise his blade when Sauron had struck in the blink of an eye, spearing his blade straight through the avari's chest.

"A curse upon you and your ilk…may you never know true peace in the afterlife." Sauron hissed before yanking his sword from the avari and watching dispassionately as his body dropped to the ground. He did not waste another second on the filth as he ducked into the room, his nose immediately assaulted by the heavy smell of sex but the smell did not give him pause as his eyes fell upon the bed.

There were no words to describe what Sauron was feeling at the sight of his mate. Lying in the bed, feverish, covered in bruises and raw bite marks that still bled and reeking of another alpha. His beautiful mate—his precious omega—the alpha within him was whining and desperate to make her better. With a gentleness that even surprised himself, he removed his cape and wrapped Ayla's naked body with it before scooping her up into his arms, letting her head rest as close to his neck as possible. She was still alive, but just barely, and was in need a healing urgently. He could sense that his mark still remained but she was very sick. He did not recall walking back to his wyvern that had just crunched an avari in half with its mighty jaw of sharp teeth, nor the flight back to where they had made camp, his focus all on Ayla.

The sounds of screaming and clashing metal became white noise to his ears as he took Ayla away. He focused solely on his mate's recovery, knowing that she was very ill from her ordeal and would require much of his magic to heal her.

He couldn't let her die, she was too important to him and his plan.

Yet…any thought about his ultimate plan was pushed aside. He—worried for Ayla to pull through.

When he cleaned her wounds he had discovered her arms and hands were covered in bites, the bites were so forceful that it broke one of her fingers while she protect her neck.

"This will hurt, pet. Bear with it as I must reset it and wrap it." Sauron said softly, taking Ayla's right hand and yanking hard on her middle finger, hearing and feeling it pop back into place while Ayla whimpered at the pain. Sauron placed a splint against her finger and wrapped it tightly. "You've done well. You've done very well. You protected your mark, I'm very pleased." he crooned, stroking Ayla's hair, his words ringing true in the air. He really was pleased by her commitment, knowing how difficult it must have been in her heat-frenzied mind to keep her neck safe from any marks.

He kissed her bruised temple gently, feeling a foreign sensation within his chest. It was tight. It felt this way when he saw the state Ayla was in. It was like this when he was told that Ayla had been kidnapped. What was this feeling? He couldn't identify it. But he knew that he would not be able to control himself if something like this were to ever happen again.

xxxxx

Sauron healed Ayla's physical wounds within days but the mental and emotional scars would take longer. For weeks his mate suffered from nightmares and often needed to take a sedative made by Sauron to sleep. She had become skittish, even towards him, the slightest disturbance made her visibly jump in fear. To see his omega retreat back into her frightened shell…it pained him. He could not stand this pain of helplessness, unable to do anything for his omega who flinched even by his own gentlest of touches. And so he did what he must to put her mind at ease and heart at rest.

He manipulated her mind, twisting the events, burying the trauma to be nothing more than a far away dream. He did not have the power to erase such trauma, but he could at the very least make it harder to recall. In doing so, the light returned to her eyes, and her smile directed to him once more, and again he could touch her without the recoil of fear.

"I love you." she had said to him as she rode his cock, her sweet words drawing out his orgasm as he knotted her and spilled inside her hot womb, her walls pulsating, milking every last drop from him as she looked down at her. Her hands braced against his chest, her dark hair a curtain around her beautiful face. "I love you, Mairon." she said again as she lowered herself down to him for a kiss.

Her confession of love filled his chest cavity, filling him with yet another emotion he thought to never feel again since being cast out of the Arda. Yet he could not say it back. He could not repeat the words back to her. Despite the joy it brought him he must bite his tongue. He must wait until everything he had planned for come to fruition.

"My pet, you speak such beautiful words to me like an enchanting song." he said against her lips, ever so careful to not let her feel how her words made his once dead heart race. "But I much prefer your singing in the middle of passion, the way you dance above me as you pleasure yourself. Your siren call always luring me into your trap."

"My siren call?" she asked in amusement.

Sauron grinned up at her before rolling them over until he was on top, his knot shrinking and still inside her wet warmth. He captured her mouth with his, sliding his tongue into her mouth and felt her tongue slide against his. His cock hardened and engorged inside Ayla, a pleased whimper escaping her. Sauron let out a low growl from deep within his chest. He did not say the words back.

He could not.

Not yet.

He needed to wait.

He needed to win the war.

Once he had everything, all of Middle Earth under his rule will he then shower Ayla with his words of adoration and love.

He needed to wait.

xxxxx

He smelled the change in her scent. It had become sweeter with the hint of milk, much like before when she was last pregnant. He knew then that she was carrying again and this time he would wait until she gave birth to implement the final touch to his masterpiece in the forge. For now, he relished in the affections of his mate spurred on by the hormonal change that pregnancy brought, along with the added benefit of an active libido. He greatly enjoyed this side of her, compared to how she had used to be so painfully shy and afraid she had become bold and empowered with her discovered sexuality.

She had blossomed under his watch and had become even more beautiful, more sensual, more his.

Ever since her harrowing ordeal with the Avari and the trauma it had imprinted in her Sauron had used his magic to lock those memories away. He had her believe that he had rescued her from her kidnappers and returned in time before her heat, which had then triggered his rut, which had resulted in her injuries. It was a lie she did not question. It was a lie her subconscious readily accepted in order to block out the true events. But Sauron chose to remember it himself. He wanted to remember that he had destroyed the tribe and their home, burning it all to ash, letting them know his rage for daring to take what was already his.

Ayla was his omega.

Nobody else's.

No other man was permitted to touch his omega.

"Tell me, my pet, what do you desire our pup growing inside your womb to be?" he asked, trailing a hand down the line of her body and stopping to gently tease the tips of his fingers over her lower abdomen. Ayla was currently straddling his hips, slowly riding him as she used her legs to raise and lower herself on him at a leisurely slow pace. Her breath slightly labored as she fought to keep her lust under control.

She sank down on him, burying him completely inside of her that made her body shudder with pleasure she looked down at her mate with heavy lidded eyes and parted lips. She looked ravishing atop him, a sinful goddess of pleasure. A deity of womanhood.

Ayla placed a hand over his atop her stomach. "I would want a son who will be as strong and powerful as his sire."

"And what if we have a daughter?" he inquired, while a deep rumbling purr vibrated from his chest, his inner alpha pleased by her answer.

"A daughter will inherit my Gift, the same as how I inherited it from my mother and she from hers. Only the women of my mother's blood can inherit the Gift of Foresight."

This was new information. His plans might have to change a bit should Ayla give birth to a girl. To have two bearers of foresight in his control would be most advantageous, and because he did not prohibit Ayla from practicing her magic he could only imagine how powerful their daughter would be with the two of them teaching her. But he was eager to complete his ultimate weapon, and thus hoped for a boy. He already had it planned out, that he would take the babe and tell her that it had unfortunately passed in its sleep. She will grieve, but she will accept his deceit for truth and move on. He will give her as many children as she desires after that. He will watch her belly grow with great satisfaction, knowing their offsprings will be strong.

Such an image made his groin hot as he gripped his omega's hips and began to move her up and down on his shaft. Ayla moaned and threw her head back, gripping his thick forearms for balance as his knot formed, popping in and out of her before finally locking in place. He watched as Ayla's face illustrated the raw pleasure before folding forward on top of him, panting into his chest.

Sauron took a moment to catch his breath before speaking, "Whichever gender…it will be ours. A product of us both."

Ayla purred in contentment. "Yes, of our love."

xxxxx

As the months went by Sauron watched as his mate's stomach grew, creating the life that will be the key to defeating and conquering all of Middle Earth under his rule. He had noticed the closer Ayla's due date came the more restless and protective his inner alpha was becoming, because it instinctually knew that his mate was going to have his pup. It had gotten to a point where he could no longer stand the idea of being too far away from his mate for any extended period of time and had resorted to delegating certain responsibilities to his Generals, all so that he could stay close to his mate while they waited for her to give birth.

The mornings were always passionate and the need to drown Ayla's scent with his own had become his latest obsession. His primal instincts wanting to warn off all others that she was his and to not be touched by anyone but himself. The evenings were filled with affection, where Sauron would again scent mark his omega and rub his hands over her pregnant belly. A part of him hoped for a girl, to have another Seer in his arsenal while the other part of him dreaded ending up with a boy. His heightened instincts to protect his offspring meant that it will be a challenge for him to do what he needed to obtain the power he sought. It was becoming a daunting challenge to convince himself that the sacrifice was for the greater scheme of things.

It will just be this one sacrifice.

Just this one.

Please be a daughter.

xxxxx

In the final weeks leading up to her giving birth, Ayla had transformed their bed; gathering all of the blankets and pillows that she could find and stacking them in a way to make her nest. Her instincts for nesting only grew stronger the closer to her due date she got, her inner omega finding comfort within as her body was preparing itself. Sauron had fetched for a midwife from one of the cities they had traveled to, knowing that Ayla will need skilled hands to look after her once their child was born. Even his inner alpha was growing restless, feeling it pace around with anxiety and pent-up excitement, knowing his mate will need him.

When the time finally came Sauron did all he could to sooth Ayla as she suffered through each contraction, howling in pain as her skin turned hot and she broke out in a cold sweat. She was still beautiful even when contorted in pain as she squeezed his hands with all her might, pushing as the midwife instructed, struggling to breathe through the pain until finally…

His eyes looked to the infant the midwife had immediately wrapped in a soft blanket.

"A son, my lord!" the midwife announced, holding up the wailing infant.

His heart sank.

He had dismissed the midwife after she had finished tending to Ayla with the afterbirth, leaving him and Ayla with their newly born son. He was wrapped in the blanket Ayla had made for him with the soften wool from the east. The sheer look of adoration and love on his mate' face as she gazed at their child only twisted his heart with guilt and pain. His inner alpha whined, not wanting to go through with it but he must. For the sake of securing what was rightfully his.

He cast a spell over her to make her sleep and he took their son into his arms. His eyes lingered on his mate, sleeping against the pillows and wondered just how much more of her mind he could manipulate into believing more of his forced lies. If his magic ever came undone by her own powers would she continue to smile at him with love? Would she continue to stand at his side with trust?

He looked at his son in his arms. At the perfect creation that he had been a part of making. Innocent. Uncorrupt. Pure. He finally had the final piece to completing his ultimate weapon and yet…he was hesitating. For the first time he felt doubt. What if he had been wrong all this time? What if taking the soul of his newly born child was not the final ingredient? What if he had wasted all this time and effort into a mate he did not need from the beginning? What if…?

NO!

There was no time for doubt.

He steeled his resolve and swiftly made his way to Mount Doom, to his forge where his ultimate weapon awaited to be completed. He will be victorious. He will win his war and take all of Middle Earth. He will be the one true ruler of all!

"My son, you will help me bring in a new era." he said as he laid the infant onto his anvil. The newborn was crying, his small hands fisted by his reddening face. It twisted and pulled at Sauron's heart as he began to ritual, extracting the essence of his child's soul into his weapon: the One Ring. Little by little, he watched as the soul lifted, bright and shining, swirling in a cloud of gold and white dust while the physical body disintegrated into nothing.

"What have you done?!"

Sauron looked up from the beautiful swirling cluster to the horror-stricken look on Ayla's pale face. There was no turning back now. Without stopping he guided the soul into the mold of his ring, watching as it fused with the molten metal.

"My son—my son! What have you done to him? Bring him back…please…he needs me…"

Suaron ignored her pleas as he lifted the hammer and swung it down on the mold, breaking it away to reveal the glowing ring, now fully completed as it pulsed with power. He picked it up, the scalding heat of it not affecting his bare hand as he slipped the ring onto his right index finger and felt the power surge through him, making him stronger and more powerful than before. He could feel the ring already calling to the other rings of power that he had created, sending out its siren song to them, alerting their bearers that he was coming for them.

He turned his dark gaze down upon the pitiful image of his mate, sobbing into the blanket that had been wrapped around their son. He should feel guilt for what he had done but instead he felt a type of euphoria that came from the headiness of power from his ring. He knew that he had done the right thing, that there had been no reason to doubt his actions. He knelt down on one knee to her, reaching down and hooking his fingers under her chin to raise her head up, showing him her tears of sorrow. She had broken his sleeping spell, which would have been impressive under different circumstances but her omega instincts had obviously overpowered his spell at the call of her offspring.

"Once I have destroyed the men and elves of the west I will give you as many children as you desire, my pet." he said, seeing her pain and tears, not at all persuaded by his promise. Instead, he was met with emptiness in her eyes. He moved his hands beneath her arms and lifted her up to her feet as he stood and pulled her close, embracing her small body. "Our son has served his purpose by being the final piece in our victory. He will help us win the war, and with your powers of foresight it is an assured victory."

"You're a monster." he heard her say, and though he should feel something akin to guilt and remorse he felt nothing. He felt nothing because he had already decided that he did not need her love. Just her cooperation.

But then his omega did something he had not foreseen…

…She ran.

She abandoned him.

His omega left him.

His mate…

…his heart…

…his beloved…