From circlet to collar Page 6

  Chapter 6

  The dark lord kept staring at his “work”, admiring how easily his precious elf had allowed this to happen.

  The ex-elvenlord turned onto his side again, trying to calm himself down. He closed his eyes and tried to undo the bounds around his wrists.

  “I thought elves were known for their manners? I have given you pleasure, so now the time has come for you to pleasure me, properly.” His eyes appeared to have turned dark as he moved the raven-haired elf onto his back again and roughly spread his slightly shivering legs. He settled down between them and undid his own clothing rather quickly.

  Elrond stared up at him after he had widened his eyes. “You cannot do this, Sauron!” His voice was filled with fear and anger.

  “Stop me.” Sauron answered after he had pulled Elrond up against his chest, staring into his eyes. The dark lord could feel Elrond’s quickened breaths against his lips while having his own eyes widened in admiration, or madness. There barely were any movements but one, the movement into the tight passage of his elf.

  The ex-elvenlord’s face, which once looked filled with anger, changed instantly into a pained one as his lips parted and a sharp moan escaped his throat. Tears filled his eyes but he would not let them escape. Sauron kept staring into these eyes which constantly changed of expression.

  Sauron allowed one of his hands to slip around the elf’s head while the other kept holding his back to make him unable to move away. He felt Elrond’s legs shiver against his own hips as they wrapped themselves only partly around his waist.

  “Accept your place, elf.” Sauron whispered very softly, claimed Elrond’s lips intensely and quickly pushed his tongue between the now shivering lips. He forced him to play with his tongue and pushed himself further in, immediately receiving a reward of pained moans.

  His eyes remained wide open, staring at Elrond’s squeezed ones which clearly were holding back their tears. Elrond’s body was fully tensed but he did not tell him to relax, for Elrond knew what to do; he had done this before. He was very tight but clearly no virgin. He could feel the loneliness in every reaction which was made and the tightness he felt.

  Elrond had been alone for a long time, just like him.

  He suddenly broke the kiss and started thrusting wildly in and out of him, grinning again. He licked up some of the blood, which had trailed down from one of the bite-marks, and squeezed violently into one of Elrond’s nipples; he didn’t even care it turned all purple.

  “I-I beg you stop it please!” The room was being filled with screams and laughs unlike only a few seconds ago where no sounds but a few soft moans were to be made. “This i-is too much!”

  Tears now did run down the elf’s face until they were licked up by his master. “You are my slave and you do as I please!” He let him go and pushed him with his back onto the bed again. He held Elrond’s hips until bruises started showing themselves on the places where his fingers had been.

  His now almost black eyes were distracted from the beautiful wounds and stared at the fully hardened length bobbling up and down between Elrond’s thighs. This sight caused his grin to turn into a dark smirk. He took the length into one of his hands and started jerking it off rather wildly.

  Elrond’s moans became louder, gasps quicker and body filled with pleasure which only was caused by the mixture of pain and pleasure. The huge manhood filling up his back channel over and over again, hitting his pleasure spot in a merciless way. He wrapped his legs completely around his master and covered his belly with cum once again.

  Sauron continued moving and came shortly after him. “A royal slut.” He allowed his heavier and taller frame to rest upon the still shivering one of his slave and kept staring at the facial expressions of him.

  Elrond tried to stop gasping and after a while he did, ending it with one deep sigh as he closed his eyes again.

  Sauron slid out of him and rose from the bed. “Get on your knees, I have a present for you.” He walked into a small bathroom and washed his length, then he washed some cum and blood off himself.

  The raven-haired elf opened his eyes and got onto his knees, still sitting onto his bed. He somehow was afraid for the “present” he’d get. He was glad not to be ordered to sit, for he felt his bottom ache terribly already.

  The dark lord returned, naked but covered with an armour of pride. He held something which was made of a very familiar material but when he stood before him Elrond knew its origin: his circlet.

  Sauron had made a collar of his own circlet, mixed with some other metals Elrond wasn’t familiar with. The light silver decorations clearly were from his circlet. The dark lord wrapped it around his neck and locked it with some sort of seal. Then he pulled him from the bed. “Go have a look.” He said calmly again, Elrond noticed Sauron’s eyes had turned back to its blood red colour.

  Without sinking through his knees Elrond managed to walk to the mirror and stared at it. He saw himself, naked, covered in cum and even wearing a collar. How could this have happened in such a short period of time?..

  The dark lord walked behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, not caring about the cum he’d get on his fingers. “This suits you way better than a crown, doesn’t it, Elrond?” He spoke with an emotionless face, but when Elrond didn’t answer Sauron’s eyes widened as he moved his hand up and wrapped his arm around his elf’s neck, strangling him.

  Elrond tensed and wrestled heavily against the strong grip of the frame behind him but he couldn’t do anything, for his wrists still were tied together behind his back. He bit into the dark lord’s arm until he had pierced his skin with his teeth. Sauron let him go and growled furiously and stared into his eyes when the elf had turned around.

  “I am Elrond, Lord of Rivendell and you may possess my body, but you will never have my soul!”