Chapter 4
The ex-elvenlord woke up again. Once he saw the weak radiance from the upcoming sun on the floor he realised it was morning. He saw a wheel table, with a nicely made breakfast on it, on the left side of his bed which immediately worried him. It meant somebody had entered his room and saw him, messed up, like this. He only could hope it was Sauron who had brought it to him, although he did not like the thought of being asleep while Sauron was present in this room.
He slowly moved himself closer to the breakfast until he felt long fingers pressing gently into his belly which meant somebody was holding him rather tightly. Sauron had slept with him. How could he possibly not have noticed that?! Hope faded away as he felt the body behind him move closer against him. He felt the dark lord’s lips against his neck and he knew Sauron was enjoying this, for he felt the lips curve into a smirk against his skin. Paralyzed is how the raven-haired elf currently felt. He couldn’t believe he let this happen.
“I never expected you to be such a cuddle bear Elrond..” Sauron said, grinning teasingly and pulled his elf closer again.
Elrond frowned deeply, doubting if he should believe the dark lord’s teasing words but in fact he didn’t even want to believe it at all. He grabbed Sauron’s wrists and freed himself quickly, crawling away from the warm body lying behind him. “You drugged me.”
“Did I?” Sauron grinned only more. “I am pretty sure I haven’t given you anything to eat or drink except for my lovejuices. Get back here.” The dark lord’s face turned dramatically from teasing to sadistic on the moment he ordered the ex-elvenlord to lie down again.
The elf knew it was almost impossible for Sauron to have drugged him but he simply could not believe he had allowed him in his sleep to get in his bed. He ignored him and placed his feet next to the bed, pulling the sheets partly with him to keep himself covered but Sauron easily pulled the sheets towards himself and away from Elrond which made the elf to sigh in a nerved way. He grabbed a piece of Lembas bread but it quickly got snatched away by the dark lord, who had crawled towards him.
“Slaves eat after their master, rwalaer..” Sauron said with a smirk and took a bite from the bread. Again the elf doubted. Should he grab a piece anyway, or obey? He didn’t really feel like eating anyway, so he just got up and walked towards his closet. He clumsily put on some leggings and an under tunic until Sauron stood behind him and grabbed him by his throat, pushing him roughly against one of the stone walls of the elf’s room.
“Slaves do not wear clothes so take them off!” the dark lord exclaimed, staring into the grey eyes which showed fear. The fear somehow changed into a sparkle of anger and pride.
“I am not your slave and I will not take off my clothes for a monster like you!” the ex-elvenlord growled and placed his hands on the dark lord’s which were wrapped around his neck and almost caused him to choke. He did not have much strength yet but he was able to pull Sauron’s hands slightly up which made him able to breathe.
“Do you want me to repeat what I said..” Sauron’s eyes were filled with dark flames of anger and his voice sounded creepily calm as if he was suppressing this anger. He could not afford to lose control over himself and kill him, no, he wanted to make the elf’s life miserable instead of a quick death. He wanted to mess up his mind. His grip on Elrond’s neck only tightened which made the raven-haired elf unable to breathe. The dark lord saw Elrond wasn’t intending to give up so he let his neck go with one hand and hit him hard in his belly.
He felt his mind sliding into unconsciousness until he felt a sharp pain in his stomach which caused him to bend forwards instantly and moan in pain. He now was able to breathe but the pain in his stomach was terrible.
Sauron wasn’t intending to stop just yet and kicked him once against his chest, and again hit him in his stomach. It was a miracle Elrond didn’t had to cough up blood or anything like that but he did fall forwards, shivering. The dark lord now saw Elrond already was trying to open his under tunic since he had punched him the first time, he could see that because a part of it was opened already, but he ignored that. He knelt down and smirked lightly, he loved the sight of his elf moaning in pain and trying to do as he pleases.
The elf suddenly gasped and squeezed his eyes, truly hating the way he was forced into this. He breathed uneasily, quick at first but once he had taken off his under tunic, where he was lying on now, his breathing pace became ordinary again.
Sauron studied the wound in his elf’s shoulder, noticing it looked better than yesterday already, probably because this half-elf healed quicker than the other elves. Then his gaze went more down to his chest, good lord it was hard to not touch those lovely nipples which almost were begging for his care. It clearly was visible the elf was an old warrior, for his body still was muscled and had quite a few scars. He grabbed the elf’s hand and pulled it more down showing him that he had to go further.
Elrond looked away and unlaced his leggings, avoiding the perverted grins from the dark lord. Sauron sighed, being impatient, and shortly kicks him against the raven-haired elf’s side. The ex-elvenlord quickly tried to sit up straight, pulled his leggings down and used his feet to fully take them off. His torso hurt too much to stay in this position so he decided to lie down again.
The dark lord studied the naked body before him. He took Elrond’s face in his hands and forced him to look into his eyes. He may have seen this look before but somehow he could never get enough from it, the hatred in combination with sadness and humiliation. A smirk played on his lips as he got closer and claims the elf’s lips in a slightly rough kiss.
The ex-elvenlord widened his eyes as he felt how his lips were pressed against his. He lifted his hands to push the taller frame back again but it was impossible for he currently was too weak to use his strength. He felt nauseous, as if he hadn’t eaten for days, which might be true. He tried to turn his head away but the grip on the sides of his face only tightened. He squeezed his eyes again as he just allowed it to happen but he didn’t kiss him back at all.
Sauron smirked as he felt his elf struggle underneath him and he slowly let one side of his face go. He slid the hand more down to his chest, playing shortly with one of the raven-haired elf’s nipples which still were fully exposed to him, then he continued his travel downwards. He stopped once he felt only a small amount of hair above the base of Elrond’s manhood. He felt the ex-elvenlord shiver beneath him.
The raven-haired elf now did turn his face away and again tried pushing him backwards. “I demand you t-to stop..”
“You have nothing to demand, rwalaer.. You’re mine and you will never be able to give orders again..”
Sauron suddenly pulled Elrond’s legs up and positioned himself between them. “I can fuck you right now, if I wish to, and you can’t do a thing about it.” His words sounded like more than just a threat. Elrond knew his current situation very well, and that only scared him more, the wound in his leg hurt terribly because Sauron never treated him gentle or carefully. His fear grew again as he felt the dark lord’s length pressing against his entrance.