The Black Ranger

Khamûl Lord of Rhûn Semi-Selective 18+ by Quinn @quinngreyy

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Note: This map shows the regions inhabited by tribes descended from the Talatherim tribes of the First Age. In the Third Age, these lands were known under the name Rhûn, Khand, Palisor, and Gulf of Ûtum. All these regions are part of the great plateau of Central Middle-Earth. The names and their geography of this regions were developed by Iron Crown Enterprises for MERP and Loremaster, therefore, they are not part of the canon of the Tolkien Legendarium.

Who were the Talatherim?

The Talathaerim (Av. “Plains-people”, S. “Talathrim”) or simply Talath were a primitive Easterling-culture of the First Age. They were nomads from Hildorien who wandered throughout Palisor and became the indigenious population of the vast steppe-lands of Central Middle-earth. The Talatherim were not a unified people but a collection of many different peoples. Most were herders, often swarthy, relatively small and stocky and close relatives to the Bórians and Uldorians of Beleriand, though one of their groups, the Tyr, were noticed for being exceptionally tall and fair-haired and were often guessed to be lost eastern relatives of the Hadorians.

Near-Rhûn (S. “East”) was a vast region of nearly 500,000 square miles. Most of it is open territory - covered grasslands of varying quality. Western Rhûn was dominated by mountains, rolling hills, and river vales near the Inland Sea of Rhûn (S. “Rhûnaer”). Numerous rivers - including (clockwise from the northwest) the Celduin, Kug, Sûrûbeki, and Warwater - fed this great sea, which was the largest inland body of water in all of Middle-earth. The Taur Rómen (S. “Eastern Forest”) covered the entire Kug Valley. Nearly 200 miles across, it stretched over 100 miles northeast of the Nen Rhúnen.

Near-Rhûn was home to myriad peoples. Ulgathig-speaking tribes typically occupied over half the area, including the eastern and central reaches. Ioradja-speakers usually dominated the southern steppe-lands. A mix of groups, of which the Dorwinrim were predominate, lived along the northern and western shores of the Inland Sea.

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Khand (earlier “Kha-on”) stretched between the southeastern flank of the Ephel Duath and the northwestern edge of the Ered Harmal. It occupied the semi-arid plateau bordering northeastern Harad and thus commanded the great Khand Gap, the 100-mile wide pass facing southern Rhûn and eastern Mordor. Nûrad lay in the hills to the northeast.

Hot, dry, and windy, Khand was an unforgiving locale. Its flat, lowland areas afforded few means for stable settlement. Scrub and desert abound throughout Lower Khand. Here, horse herders moved their lightly-encumbered bands around a circuit of periodic shelters and encampments, their routes dictated by the location of springs, seasonal pools, and intermittent streams. The only permanent settlements lay along the broad, shallow Knife River, a tributary of the Harnen.

Upper Khand, which comprised the eastern and northern quarters of the region, enjoyed a bit more rainfall and cooler temperatures. The more numerous tribes of the area were generally richer and more settled than their brethren to the west and south.

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Palisor (Primitive Quenya: “Flat Land”) or The Great Plain was an ancient term for the vast Lands of central Middle-Earth. Palisor encompassed the far Lands between the Great Greenwood in the west and the Orocarni in the east and included the vast Inland Sea of Helcar, the Mountains of the Wind with the Land Hildorien and the Murmenalda and the Lands of Cuivienen.

In the second and third Age most knowledge about eastern Middle-earth was lost and when Gondor conquered the lands surrounding the Rhûnaer they were astonished by the beauty of the Sea of Flowers in the east, why they called the unknown lands east of the Rhûnaer Menelothriand.

Palisor was believed to have been the birthplace of Elves and Men (and probably Hobbits) and the place of the Awakening of the four eastern Dwarf-Tribes. It was still inhabited by the various Easterling peoples, Orcs, Trolls and scattered remnants of Dwarves, Avari and Giants.

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The Bay of Ûtum (or Bay of Utumno) was a hughe rift in the Far North of Middle-Earth which separated the Forodwaith of Mur Fostisyr from the great Northern Peninsula. It was created by the destruction of Utumno by the Valar.

Most of the Tyr Easterlings settled around the shores and plains surrounding this bay. Among all descendants of the Talath the Tyr were often noted for having fair hair and pale complexion, perhaps hinting towards a long forgotten relation to the Hadorians.

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War of the Burning Steppe (T.A. 3017 - Rhûn & Khand)

The War of the Burning Steppe (in Rhûnic “Shataj bui tal kheeriin dain”, in Varadja “Yonayotgan cho'lning urushi”) was a warlike conflict that occurred in the lands of Rhûn and Khand at the end of the Third Age between the united tribes of the Kul-Ahar, and the alliance between the Khudriagate of Khand and the Great Khaganate. However Hazga and Núrniag mercenaries, and orcs of Mordor also participated in the battles liberated in the central steppe of Middle-Earth. The war occurred at a decisive moment for the forces of the Great Khaganate to end up allying themselves with the cause of Sauron in the ensuing War of the Ring.

Background

Beyond the Talathrant, a young man named Thargaark of the Kargarim tribe murdered his father and took control of his nomadic Khanate which was the most numerous of Kargagis Ahar. The Kargarim were a very warlike people although little organized by the numerous tribal conflicts. The next twenty years, this vigorous leader took control of the different and scattered groups of nomads of the plain of Palisor, either by means of sword or persuasion. In 15 years Thargaark managed to control all Dalpygis, Rycolis, and the northern area of ​​Kargagis Ahar, becoming the Sey of the Ahar, a title that had not been used in almost 1500 years since the liberator Parlenien Sey expelled the Variag invasors from Dalpygis, Chey Sart and Relmether.

The hard and ruthless policies of the Aharian tyrant did not bring good results for the people in general; the minor Khanates ended up paying tribute without receiving anything in return, and the distribution of goods was very unfair. Numerous were the rebellions that Thargaark had to suppress as Sey of the Ahar. To counteract a total revolution, the Sey set his sight on the west and launched a campaign of conquest against two rising powers trying to improve its political image. 

The Great Khaganate of Rhûn had expanded beyond the Talathrant in the north by defeating the Hazga Realm while the Khudriagate of Khand enjoyed a relative peace in controlling the hydraulic trade through the Nóz Peka, and the terrestrial trade across the road through the Ered Harmal.

The strike of the Kul-Ahar

On April 4 of the year 3017 of the Third Age, a large contingent of Ahar horsemen marched through Dalpygis. It is believed that near the Hills of Elpynir Thargaark divided his armies into small groups and crossed the known fords of the Talathrant River during the night, escaping the eye of the well-guarded eastern border of both nations.

The advance of the Kul-Ahar hosts in Rhûn through the Vales of Kolomok and the rolling hills of Kykurian Kyn was unopposed and they destroyed many of the nomad camps and burned the farms of the rural population of the Great Khaganate looting what they could.

The bulk of the army led by the same Thargaark Sey attacked the east of the Khudriagate of Khand, taking by storm the port city of Relerindú, former capital of the Kingdom of Relmether on April 14. Upon hearing the news of the attack, the Khudriag Ûvatha sent a long host of horsemen led by Ôsvoda Vrônkhar from the caves of Ôlbamarl, but these were intercepted by an even greater host of Ahar horsemen on the road near the temple of Kondri Odchi, decimating the Variag army and forcing them to retreat. This allowed the Kul-Ahar to take possession of the easternmost city of the Khudriagate.

Five days after the city was taken, Thargaark Sey returned to the front of his army and entered with a large host in Eastern Khand ravaging the small rural communities that inhabited that steppe zone. The Khudriag Ûvatha, who was in Ammu Khand resolving diplomatic and military treaties on the monitoring of the Middle Passes of the Ered Harmal to Chey Sart, alerted by the imminent foreign invasion and concerned about their unusual battle tactics, was forced to put himself on commanding his army summoning the Orodriag (Princes) and their respective Osvodeg (Warlords) to battle. At the same time, Thargaark again divided his forces; a quarter of his army, captained by himself, marched northward, towards the very birth of the Ered Lithui and set up a siege on the city-tower of Vaarfest, the former bastion of the Asdriag tribe.

The Battle of the Iron Tombs

The command of the army that marched south was in the hands of the Kul-Ahar captain Khurkakr who took the offensive capturing the mining town of Nebûrkha in Khand-Khûrvesra (Upper Khand). The Variag garrison there did not put up much resistance since they were clearly outnumbered. Khurkakr acquired a considerable amount of new weapons and armors that were manufactured there thanks to the iron wells that the city exploited.

The Orodriag of the Caves of Ôlbamarl and the cities of Ûbesésh and Kyzilkûm, acceded to the requests of the Khudriag and marched north to meet the Kul-Ahar who were already moving back to the south. A contingent of 4,000 Variag soldiers arrived to face 5600 Kul-Ahar horsemen at Khandu Prakhod (Gap of Khand), near the village of Lagari Ôrath which had been ravaged by the Aharian cavalry.

In the prelude to the battle there was a prolonged stalemate in which neither side attacked. The reasons for this dead time were mainly tactics and were given by similar situations: the Variags did not want to risk being flanked by the Ahar cavalry, while the light infantry of the Ahar did not hold much hope in the attack on the well-defended positions of the enemy. In the end, the time-winning tactic of the Osvodeg Khîonvad “black tongue” took effect as the Khudriag was on its way from Ammu Khand with a large number of elite horsemen known as The Brotherhood of the Sword.

Seeing that the Variags’ hosts were widening, Khurkakr sent his riders before the Variag infantry, who resisted the assault formidably. The fight was fierce and lasted long enough for the Khudriag to march to the rear of the Kul-Ahar army. There Ûvatha killed Khurkakr by throwing a spear from more than 25 meters that knocked him from his horse. Without a leader to command the forces, the Ahar fled north. The Variags, who had scarcely suffered casualties, piled the corpses of horses and humans alike and covered them with the exorbitant amount of armor and swords that the Ahar had stolen from the mines of Nebûrkha and incinerated them leaving scorched bones and rust, a fact that it served to baptize the conflict as The Battle of the Iron Tombs.

The Variag riders pursued their defeated enemies northward with the idea of ​​expelling them from the Variag Realm only to find that their allies of the Great Khaganate were suffering the same hardships, as the Kul-Ahar deserters joined the siege of Thargaark Sey in Vaarfest , but the arrival of the Variag army plus a host of soldiers from the mines of Kurvasagh in the west forced the leader of the Ahar to abandon his intentions, and he fled west, towards the Vales of Kolomok where they regrouped.

The response of the Great Khaganate

In the east, the incursions of the Kul-Ahar to the small nomadic villages of Kykurian Kyn and southern Lotan increased daily. The Lôke-Khan Margöz counted on the disadvantage of having very disorganized and dispersed his army, which was concentrated mainly in the north of the kingdom, in the new territories conquered after the fall of the Hazga Realm, and placating the last rebels for finish annexing that area to the Great Khaganate. Anyway, the Lôke-Khan gathered a considerable host of Lôke-Nar Rim and tribal mercenaries in the cities of Kelepar and the Tower of Cirantir, to these were added a small amount of infantry soldiers (it is believed that only about 250 men) from the mouths of the Kól and marched in search of the Ahar harashers.

The Ahar scouts alerted the rest of their fighters to the imminent arrival of the Great Khaganate’s soldiers and took advantage of the situation by regrouping and waiting for their belligerents in the upper terrain of Kykurian Kyn. The geographical advantage helped the Kul-Ahar not to suffer such a bulky defeat and causing heavy casualties to the enemy. The result was a Pyrrhic victory for the Great Khaganate; while the Ahar retreated and regrouped in the Vales of Kolomok, the local army could not move forward.

It was then that the Dark Lord himself took advantage of the situation and sent his emissaries to the great steppe before the imminent threat of the eastern border of the Khaganate. Those infamous beings were known as the Black Crows of Mordor, and only carried with them words of tempest. It was thus that the Lôke-Khan saw tempting the offer of The Lord of the Rings and an alliance was born between the Shadow of Mordor and the united peoples of Rhûn; a union that the free peoples of the west and the north paid dearly and still weep.

The Battle of the Cut Braids

Around 6000 Núrniag mercenaries and orcs from Gorgoroth marched to the plains of Lótan along with the regrouped bulk of the Golden Army of Rhûn led by the very Lôke-Khan Margöz. Thargaark Sey meanwhile directed his armies to the north where the terrain was higher and took position over two hills that circled a small valley. On the other side of the gap, the Lôke-Khan forces raised their camp. 

When the night came, the battle began. The Lôke-Khan Margöz knew that he was at a numerical disadvantage, so he sent the contingent of Nurniags mercenaries under an unnamed captain to take the eastern hill where an important position of enemy infantry rested. Using felt in the boots of the soldiers, the darkness of the night and silence were their allies for the ambush to take effect. It was not until the dawn that Thargaark Sey realized of the night attack, and saw the legions of Lôke-Gamp Rim and the orc mercenaries stationed down the valley ready for battle.

It is said that Thargaark tried to use all the strength of his riders to break with the ranks of orcs that were at the center of the enemy line and thus be able to split the halberdiers of the Golden Army in two, and they almost succeeded. The resistance of the halberdier’s flanks was formidable, and allowed the Núrniag mercenaries to attack downhill and flank the enemy. Trapped between the hammer and the anvil, the Kul-Ahar tried to retreat to the high ground, but were intercepted by the heavy cavalry of the Lôke-Khan who had ridden to the left flank of the Ahar horsemen, breaking into the ranks of the invaders and marking a decisive victory.

Most of the Ahar captains were taken as prisoners that day until Thargaark Sey agreed to parley with the Lôke-Khan Margöz. As a price for the life and freedom of his generals, Thargaark Sey agreed to the requests of the Dragon-Ruler: 1) The Kul-Ahar would not cross the Talathrant again; 2) A tribute of horses of the steppe of Rycolis that allowed to raise one of the most effective strains of horses for war, only comparable with the Rohirric Mearas; and 3) the safe-conduct for the pilgrims of the Lôke-Egleria in the Aharian tribal lands. For this last point to be respected, the Lôke-Khan Margöz took the son of the Sey as a hostage.

The Ahar generals were released, but not before being stripped of their multi-colored dyed braids, in a sign of defeat. These trophies of war are exhibited in the palace of the city of Mistrand until today. The Kul-Ahar retreated to their native lands, although the fate of Thargaark Sey is uncertain.

The retaking of Relerindú

After the break of the siege of Vaarfest, the Khudriag Ûvatha IX of Khand sent messengers to Mistrand about his future plans. While the Lôke-Khan Margöz would attack the Kul-Ahar in the north, the leader of the Variags would attack the only bastion taken by the eastern invaders: The city of Relerindú.

Dividing his army on the way, Ûvatha IX marched by land to the gates of the port city, while another large contingent of Variags soldiers led by the Osvodeg Khîonvad “black tongue” went to the port on the shores of Lake Nennûrad. There the Khandish army sailed downstream and blocked the ports of the city controlled by the Kul-Ahar by cutting off the escape routes of the invaders. The city was reconquered in a few hours since most of the enemy army was in the north battling against the Great Khaganate. Unlike the Lôke-Khan Margöz, Ûvatha did not offer any term to the surrendered occupants, and they all died by the sword without mercy. Thus Khand reconquered their eastern territories.

Consequences

The final numbers are not entirely clear but it is estimated that around 15,000 Kul-Ahar soldiers died in combat against about 9,000 of the alliance between the Great Khaganate and Khudriagate of Khand. At the same time both nations recovered the territories conquered by the Kul-Ahar and further strengthened their defenses by building fortresses along the Talathrant River.

In this way the War of the Burning Steppe was concluded and Mordor gained a new ally for the ensuing War of the Ring that would be unleashed a year later.

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Famous Easterlings: Nyrguyana, the warrior-maiden

Excerpt from Züün Tzus - The Story of Rhûn.

When in the Second Age the clans Szreldor and Vulszev, who had been part of the Uldorians of Beleriand, returned to the east and settled in the vicinity of the Sea of Rhûn, the native Ulgath tribes of the area were subjugated by these newcomers, over all the northern Murgath tribes, who lived on the land we now know as Dorwinion. Thus was born the empire of the Shrel, name with which his kingdom was also known with Shrel-Kain as its capital city.

For a long time, the Murgath tribes had a low social status in the social ranks of the empire, until the time when the Shrel were called to arms by the armies of Sauron for the conflict we know as the War of the Last Alliance. Here an important division in the Murgath society occurred as there were many who responded to align themselves in the ranks of Warlord Shrel to win their favor. This folk would be known later as the Sagath (or Southern Murgath), who settled southwest of the Sea of Rhûn after the defeat in the plains of Dagorlad.

However, there were others who resisted the oppression of the Shrel and the most famous of these opposition guerrillas was the one raised by the warrior maiden known as Nyrguyana.

Nyrguyana was a peasant native to the plains north of Celduin, which were under the Shrel domain. She had two children with a carpenter who would later die of a lung infection. His eldest son, Nuböz, was enlisted for war by the landowner of where they lived and was slain in a skirmish with the armies of the northern kingdoms. It is said that Nyrguyana refused to lose her second son, whose name is not remembered in the books, when the Warlord of Shrel called the youths to enlist in the service of the armies of Mordor, and took action in this regard by secretly summoning women who were in the same situation. When the victims formed a large number of members, they went out openly to declare themselves against the policies of the leaders of the empire.

Of course the response of the leaders did not wait. First, they tried to use force forgetting that many of these women were wives of soldiers of their own empire who refused to repress, even under death penalty.

For fear that on the eve of war an internal conflict would break out, the Shrel Emperor tried to dialogue and reach an agreement with the leader of the revolution. It is said that the emperor did not imprison or kill Nyrguyana at that time for fear of creating a martyr of her figure, then offered the peasant her own weight in gold in exchange for disarming the conflict and surrendering their children to the ranks of his army.

It is said that Nyrguyana accepted the deal, but instead of fulfilling her part, she used the gold to arm her follower warrior mothers and any other volunteer who wanted to be part of the revolution. They painted their hands golden, or so the stories say, to demonstrate metaphorically that gold cannot buy blood and during a cold night, Nyrguyana, knowing that retaliation would not wait when the truth of the deal was known, guided the mothers and their young children outside the city heading north.

Evidently they were persecuted, but they prevailed in union escaping the tyranny of the Shrel. Some ancient writings of the Sagath name her as a witch who had bewitched the wolves of the north to fight at her side. Like all legends, there may be some truth in all this.

From the warrior mothers, a nomadic and matriarchal society emerged, who wandered through the steppes of the south and east of the Iron Hills. In the language of the Ulgath they were known as the Logath, which means “the refusers”, and their land is known today as Logathavuld, with its numerous divisions according to the clans that were emerging with the passage of time. We will return to this topic later. The truth is that to this day, the figure of Nyrguyana is almost as important in the history of the Logath as that of the goddess Uldona herself and is one of the most common names with which the parents baptize their daughters in the lands of Rhûn.

Years later, the Logath would be part of the coalition known as the Wainriders. But that’s another story.

[khamul-theblackranger]

How's your pretty kitty doing :3

Marzaan is perfect in every way.. Recently, we fell asleep together on a tree branch. It was cute.

[khamul-theblackranger]

Growling in Khamul's ear, they wrench his head back to better reach his throat. Determined to leave Khamul with several reminders of them in the form of bite-marks. Holding him close with bruising force, they thrust deeper, pushing against the easterling, to find the way that will make him scream louder. The way Khamul moves against them, trying to get fucked deeper, is maddening in the most delicious way. Hilting their cock in him at the end of each thrust, they ruthlessly take their pleasure.

He couldn’t help but cry out, his whole body trembling now. His cock was achingly hard, precome leaking steadily onto the ground. Close, he was already close. Khamûl’s hand reached for the other’s, putting it against his neck. “P-please- ah- choke me..”

[khamul-theblackranger]

Σ(O_O；)

Breath catching, he raised a brow with interest as the other’s fingers began to open his top. Yet, he didn’t stop it from happening.

[khamul-theblackranger]

“Rest now if you can. Try to sleep.” He smiled down, knowing the poor mn was barely conscious as it was. “I will keep watch.”

After a while, Khamûl began to come to. He had rested, his head on Mikhail’s lap, and the flower had sucked the poison from his wound. Still, it ached now, sore as ever. He blinked open his eyes and tried to push himself up to sitting, hissing as he struggled.

[mikhailvalhidris]

“Easy!” Mikhail was shaken from his drowsy state and put his hands on Khamul’s back to help him sit up. He was tired from staying up on watch, but more than that he was concerned sudden action now would undo the work!

“Take it slow, friend.”

[khamul-theblackranger]

“I’ll be fine,” he muttered, though he accepted the help nevertheless. Khamûl placed his hand over his own bandaged shoulder, frowning. “Was I out long..?”

[mikhailvalhidris]

“Will you?” Mikhail asked uncertainly, frowning at the sudden movement but knowing better than to try and stop him. “You’ve rested almost four hours.” The half elf studied the sky above them. “Two more until dawn, I figure.”

[khamul-theblackranger]

He made a small sound of acknowledgement, looking to the other. “You… saved me,” he said, barely audible. “I owe you a great debt.”

[mikhailvalhidris]

Mikhail blanched at this and held up his hands as if he had been accused of crime, not thanked.

“I only did what was needed. Anyone would have done the same.” He insisted. “Really there is no need. I am glad you had the means to save yourself.”

[khamul-theblackranger]

Bowing his head, he placed his hand over his heart. “If the positions were reversed, I would not have done the same. Please know that I am grateful..”

Khamûl wasn’t accustomed to this sort of thing. Those he had met were always ruthless, bloodthirsty, cunning. None would have batted an eye at him wounded, let alone tended to the poison.

[khamul-theblackranger]

“You serve my lieutenant with loyalty. How well can you serve me?” Darkness swirled at his feet where he walked. Melkor’s smile was seductive, with just a hint of malice behind it. “Just how far will you go to obey a command?”

Knowing better than to do anything but submit, the Easterling bent down to one knee, kneeling for the Vala with his head bent. “As far as you command it, my Lord…”

[khamul-theblackranger]

“I know everything. I see it written behind your gaze. Nothing is kept secret from me. Nothing.”

Khamûl could feel the power radiating from the Vala, his entire being threatened as the other grasped his chin roughly. “I.. apologize, my Lord.. I wouldn’t dream of defying you..”

[khamul-theblackranger]

Not wasting any more time on words, they start fucking him in earnest. Wrapping an arm around Khamul's torso to pin him close, the other clutching at his hip. They slam their hips into him hard and fast. They bite and suck at Khamul's neck and shoulder, hard enough to bruise, taking Khamul rough and hard.

Each thrust is enough to force small sounds from the Easterling, little gasps and whines. It felt absolutely fucking fantastic. He tried to press his hips back more, seeking an angle that might hit just where he wanted. This brutal pace was everything he wanted, he needed.

[khamul-theblackranger]

They chuckle and press harder, savouring the way the smaller man shudders against them. "I was wondering what it'd take for you to lose your pride. And it's even better than I imagined." They finger-fuck him a few more times, before withdrawing completely. "Don't worry, precious. I'm not going to leave you in the lurch. At least, not until I've had my fun. You'll make such sweet music for me..." they line themselves up, penetrating Khamul in one thrust before pounding into him. "so tight..."

The stretch was nearly more than he could handle, but damned if he didn’t love the pain of it. For as loud as he had been, this knocked the breath out of him and he was silent as his jaw went slack. Khamûl’s stomach flipped pleasantly, eyes closed so he could focus on the sensations.

[cfmusings-blog]

                                           Strike me down?                                            I’ll get up again.                                                                             I am not invincible,                                                                             but I won’t give up either.

[khamul-theblackranger]

"Such a sweet voice- I'll make you sing, precious. Or scream. I'll make sure you enjoy it." they add another finger, scissoring him fast and rough. They keep a hand on the back of his neck, holding him still. Curious to see just HOW rough Khamul liked it, how eagerly he'd submit to them. They curl their fingers, seeking the spot that will make him scream. "Unless you DON'T want to enjoy yourself; just be used and discarded until someone else wants fuck you... you'd like that, too, wouldn't you?"

Those fingers though. Khamûl’s legs trembled to hold himself up as it is, but as their fingers pressed against his prostate he cried out, toes curling, knees buckling. Were it not for the other’s hand on his neck he might have collapsed.

The thought of being teased to the edge and left there made his cock twitch, the precome already beginning to leak down to the floor. Yes, yes he would absolutely like that. Desperation was already setting in, each breath a pant, a gasp.

“Please.. I can’t..”

Can’t what? He wasn’t entirely sure.

[khamul-theblackranger]

Grabbing Khamul's arm, they jerk him to his feet and spin him, pressing him to the wall while they lick their fingers and start working him open. "With pleasure, pretty thing. I'll give you what you want- what you NEED. No need to be shy, I can see how much you want this. There's no shame in knowing what you want, sweetness, and I'm going to give it to you. Tonight, you're MINE." (hhh I just wanna hug him and tell him he's done good aaaaa smol boi!)

He couldn’t help but cry out at the feeling of the other’s fingers pushing inside him, his hands and face pressed to the cold, hard wall. Pushing his hips back, Khamûl tried to get more. Never enough. It was never enough. “Fuck,” he gasped, his cock throbbing already, hard and wanting.

[khamul-theblackranger]

The stranger smirks, pulling Khamul back onto their cock, savouring the motions of his throat and tongue as he gags. "Eager, aren't you? I wouldn't be surprised if you could get off just from this." they scrape their nails against his scalp, smoothing his hair back from where it fell towards his face. "I like that."

Panting softly for his breath, Khamûl’s eyes closed at the feel of the nails on his head. “Please..” he whispered then, voice hoarse, “use me..”

[khamul-theblackranger]

“You serve my lieutenant with loyalty. How well can you serve me?” Darkness swirled at his feet where he walked. Melkor’s smile was seductive, with just a hint of malice behind it. “Just how far will you go to obey a command?”

Knowing better than to do anything but submit, the Easterling bent down to one knee, kneeling for the Vala with his head bent. “As far as you command it, my Lord…”

[ehtele]

Melkor bent over and tilted his chin up, their eyes meeting. “Disrobe for me.” He commanded softly, his voice stern.

[khamul-theblackranger]

His dark eyes met the Vala’s, a shiver running down his spine at the other’s unearthly voice. Hands coming up, Khamûl began to take off his shirt, his warm skin cooling rapidly as he did.

[ehtele]

The shadows on the walls extinguished the torches. “Such obedience is what I hope for.” Melkor hissed softly, his breath touching the Easterling and caressing his face.

[khamul-theblackranger]

Chewing the inside of his cheek, he let his shirt fall before unlacing his pants. His heart felt as if it were racing already, and the Vala’s sheer precense only served to make his hairs rise on end.

[ehtele]

He watched in dark satisfaction as his command was obeyed. It pleased him certainly. “Khamûl, rise.”

The Vala circled his prey, eyes narrowing on his target. “Do it.”

[khamul-theblackranger]

As he got to his feet, his pants fell to the floor as well, leaving him bare for the Dark Lord, chest rising and falling as his breath quickened. Blind submission is what he wanted, and blind submission is what he appeared to get, yet somewhere in the back of Khamûl’s mind he knew he should run. He should run while still able.

He didn’t run.

No, Khamûl stood there, obedient, awaiting his next order.

[khamul-theblackranger]

"mmmmm, FUCK yes, just like that, handsome. Just... oh yes, just like that. How much do you practice to get this good, sweet thing?" Their fist tightens in Khamul's hair reflexively, hips jerking from the easterling's skilled ministrations. They groan and close their eyes a moment, before returning their gaze to Khamul. "Beautiful, and talented, too."

Khamûl looked up at the other, his dark eyes intense and unwavering as his head began to bob up and down the other’s length. He took as much as he could, forcing it down his throat as far as he could until he couldn’t breathe, his throat constricting around the cock as he gagged and had to pull back.

[khamul-theblackranger]

A shudder of pleasure works it's way through them, and they tug harder on Khamul's hair. "Think you can take all of me, handsome? I can't help but wonder how much hotter you'd look taking my cock deep in your throat."

His tongue traced from the base to tip along the underside before taking the cock into his mouth, hands coming up to place on the other’s thighs for balance. With ease, the Easterling began to bob his head, eyes closing as he moaned around the cock in his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he sucked.

[lifeinpoetry]

                                     Once, I was afraid of death and would wash my hands until they welted                                    and the skin scraped off. I know so much about blood I can sense it before it is                                   spilled, can feel the                      wounds before they are made.

— Brynne Rebele-Henry, from “Self-portrait as a broken Venus statuette,” Autobiography of a Wound