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˗ˋˏ Chains of Love ˎˊ˗

─ ✧ Sauron x Maiar!Reader request: no gif credits: @halbrannatar divider credits: - ─ ✧ Summary: There are moments when devotion coils so tightly, that is strangles beyond reason, blurring the fragility between love and possession. It must be handled with care, for it tethers on a fine edge, fragile as glass, just waiting to shatter. ─ ✧ Warnings: 18+, MDNI, dark!sauron, possessive!sauron, obsessed!sauron, devoted!sauron & devoted!reader, dom!sauron, light!dubcon, reader is a maiar, mentions of valinor, reader and sauron are in love, feelings of suffocation, loneliness, craving, reader is a virgin, s3!sauron, emotions, heated arguments, rough manhandling, sauron shows a more violent side, light!choking, fighting, heated making out, inappropriate use of magic, threatening of leaving, rough sex, dark seduction, guilt, oral sex (f recieving), wandering hands, begging, praising, making up, sauron turns gentle, sauron shows vulnerability, crying, outdoor sex, mentions of halbrand and annatar, use of black speech, brief!thigh riding, worshipping, talks of redemption, soft!sauron ─ ✧ Word Count: 8k Disclaimer: I don't own Rings of Power or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own Comments, likes and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx this fic is inspired by Charlie XCX - Chains of Love sdt: @halbrannatar @casien @catswonderland

briefly proofread, will do a proper one at a better time, enjoy <3

What defines love? Is it the acts of one’s devotion to ensure the happiness of the other's heart? The sweet words uttered in the dark that send shivers through one’s body? Or is it the sheer display of power that drives one’s ambition to create a world where nothing can separate two souls from one another? It is within these definitions that one such soul has done all but now is on the edge of the fragility between his love for one thing and the possession of another, or perhaps both for one. So if a viewer, such as yourself, were to witness this love story, I would advise you to learn from its mistakes and its triumphs. A bond between souls is something not to be broken through fury and dominion, nor naivety or negligence. It is formed because the two symbolise two halves of each other; without one half, the other cannot survive on its own—shattering like glass.

➽─ i’d rather lay down in thorns, i’d rather drown in a stream, i’d rather light myself on fire ─❥

Sauron lay sprawled across the grand bed in the dim light of his and y/n’s royal bedchamber, his gaze tethered to the black velvet drapes cascading above the ornate bedframe, their shadows weaving whispers of the darkness that seemed to mirror the very same within those of his mind. He could feel her fingers tracing along his forearm, a delicate touch that lured him to the present, coaxing him from the abyss. The familiar habitual smile ghosted his lips, drawn forth by her silent, intimate claim from her skin that caressed his own. “Your thoughts wander deep, my lord. What torments you?” Sauron exhaled a slow, weighted breath, his head sinking into the pillow as his gaze locked onto hers; the calm perfection of her face stirred a rhythm in his heart that always quickened by her very presence. “All of the rings have claimed a fragment of my focus, but this one... this ring... it consumes me entirely; it pulls at the core of my being, demanding a piece of my soul I always knew I must surrender. Yet here I stand, wavering on the edge, almost feeling that I am unwilling to do so.”

y/n's fingers trailed along his cheek, her thumb tracing the curve of his jawline at the faint stubble beginning to come through grazing her skin, igniting a subtle electric tension. “If the weight of your burdens grows too heavy, let me shoulder them with you.” The pleasant velvet caress of her voice eased Sauron’s nerves. She never even had to speak; at times it was just a look or her smile that could render whatever unsteadiness threatened to attack him, and she would immediately erase it. It was the same on the other side of the scale, just the subtle press of his chest to her back was a signal enough to relax her. y/n and Sauron had relied on one another’s comfort for the eons they had been together. Their balance of light and dark was enough to help ground one while the other helped ignite the other’s deepest desires. While Sauron was the fire, searing and dangerous but uncontrollable. y/n was like water, soothing and reliable but too uncontrollable if not careful. An unconventional harmony, but it was a bond that had transcended through the ages, providing a love so powerful no other could penetrate it. “It’s always been said that a flame suffocates when imprisoned, unable to breathe or spread its heat. A smith knows his fire better than any other when he forges; he is not just the master, he is also the protector. A smith does not become a craftsman of metal if he does not have a balance within him.” Her words wrapped around him, a dark, seductive balm easing the ache in his soul. Sauron listened intently; she had observed him enough in forges to understand the mastery of such a craft was not for the weak. It demanded discipline and a strong will.

“Allow your worries to fade and exist here, with me. Do not think about the forge.” Her arms laced around his frame, her form molding to his as if they were two fragments of a fate-bound puzzle, perfectly aligned. Sauron pressed his lips to her head, his breath mingling with the scent of her hair as he buried his face in the silken strands, the scent of lilies and starlight filling his senses like a wave of water lapping at shore, gentle and calming, the quiet between them laced with an almost sinful intimacy. Though in the silence, a haunting tension wove through the air, whispering of the One Ring's restless anticipation, yearning for his inevitable return. His gaze bore down on him, heavy and inescapable like an impending horror waiting to strike. In the hushed embrace of his sanctuary with y/n, he lingered, unwilling to rupture the fragile serenity that bound them. The ring can wait for the evening.

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Sauron had long forgotten the memory of wine's bittersweet taste, the tender whisper of air beyond his tower’s cold confines, and even the forbidden touch of his cherished counterpart. For months, shrouded in the shadowed depths of his tower, his resolve coiled tighter with each passing moment, until the creation of the One Ring consumed him utterly, becoming the very essence of his existence. It no longer held space for y/n or her desires; Sauron’s ambitions were more prominent at this time, eclipsing all else and fading into a void. Fëanor’s hammer glistened under the fiery glow of molten lava and flames; Sauron’s eyes focused on the silver as the Orcs cowered behind him with each burst of lava emitted from the searing eruption below, a primal symphony of heat and chaos. A surge of radiant light consumed Sauron, intoxicating his senses as the hauntingly familiar scent of lilies enveloped him like a lover's embrace. Dropping the hammer in a fit of smouldering frustration, he prowled from the edge, his steps ignited with purpose, before disappearing through the open door into the fiery depths of the forge. “I recall warning you not to linger here, wife.” The tone in his voice was devoid of any emotion, just as y/n’s hands hesitantly dared to rest against the taut expanse of his shoulders. The moment her touch met his armour and gathered robes, Sauron recoiled, his body tensing as though her fingers seared him with frostbitten shards of ice. Tears threatened to spill from y/n's eyes, their shimmer a testament to her struggle for composure, as she gracefully gathered her dress and rose to stand beside him with quiet, trembling elegance.

“You also once confessed that I was the only solace to quiet the storm within you when it raged too fiercely.” Her voice was a violent dagger; its blade piercing so deep, and yet his gaze remained fixed on his task—unable, or perhaps unwilling, to meet her eyes. If he dared, he would shatter—now was not the time to break. She failed to grasp that all of this was not merely to shape Middle-earth into perfection, nor to bow its people in submission beneath him. To immortalise his legacy, he claimed her as his Queen—the sole flicker of light he permitted to exist within the depths of his shadowed realm. “I speak to my husband; yet his gaze no longer lingers upon me as it once did. Why does he not look at me? The moons have waxed and waned, and still he refuses to acknowledge me. That is not how a King behaves.” y/n whispered; her voice laced with sorrow so raw it should have stirred something—anything—in Sauron, a flicker of guilt perhaps. And though she was intending to tease with the comment on his behaviour, it failed to strike where it should have. Yet, it ignited a wholly different desire. Fury. “Do you not grasp the gravity of this!” Sauron's voice was a low, commanding thunder, each word laced with an almost forbidden intensity. A sound she was all too accustomed to in the ages of being by his side but had never been on the receiving end. “Everything I have done has been for one reason alone—our future!” It was only in that moment he willed himself to face y/n, his gaze no longer familiar. His eyes burned with an otherworldly fire, a fierce, consuming glow that sent a shiver through her soul—a blaze unlike anything she had ever beheld. His deep brunette hair, now shadowed to an almost raven hue, exuded a menacing allure that dared to send shivers through her.

“I understand perfectly, dark lord. I needn’t be reminded of what you have surrendered, nor of the singular purpose that consumes you. I see now that my place no longer lingers in the depths of your mind, not when the cursed fate of a single ring has eclipsed it. All I wish is for my husband to understand that devotion should never be coerced—but shared willingly.” Her words lingered in the smoke-choked air, provoking a raw, primal cry from Sauron’s lips as he hurled the hammer aside, its metallic clamour echoing violently against the stone while his molten gaze followed her silhouette retreating from the forge. With heavy footfall echoing behind her, Sauron seized her arm and whirled her to face him, his lips peeling back in a feral sneer, eyes glinting with sharp, unyielding intent. “I am shaping a new dominion, a renewed Arda where the shackles of my former master lay shattered and forgotten. How can I forge this vision when my own wife, craving my attention, stoops to wield manipulation and guilt against me? A deceiver, my love, knows every artifice. You may have gleaned some from quiet observation, but not enough to bend my will.”

y/n's eyes locked with his, a mirror of shared heat, as she slowly leaned closer, drawn to him with an irresistible pull. “I should not need to resort to such measures to make you see that I am real. I am no lifeless treasure to be claimed, no army of pawns to obey your will. I am your wife—a fallen Maiar, cast from the hallowed light of Valinor because I followed you, blinded by devotion. I closed my eyes to the shadows consuming your soul, clinging to the fragile hope that redemption might one day cradle us. Yet here I stand, forced not only to rival your insatiable ambition—but to a ring. A ring, of all things!” She cried, the stone walls shifting at the volume of her cry; something that was unnatural to happen within Sauron’s tower, as she pushed him away, slipping free from his iron glad grip. “I never imagined that something so small could steal away the love that was once mine, captivating my husband entirely and tearing him from the other half of his soul—me. You once hungered for me, an insatiable desire that consumed every moment. There wasn’t a time your hands didn’t seek my skin, no matter how fleeting the touch, no matter how bold or gentle. The mere press of your body against mine told me that I was yours, and you were irrevocably mine. Now, it feels like it was all an illusion—a cruel mirage you conjured with heartless precision. Perhaps it wasn’t meant to slice this deeply, or you didn’t mean it in that way, to blur the lines between truth and deceit so beautifully woven together I would not be able to tell the difference. But, my dear husband, you’ve committed the most merciless act of all…You are beginning to lose your wife.”

A sinister laugh escaped Sauron's lips, dark and smooth, curling through the air like smoke. y/n stood still, her breath hitching as she watched the man to whom she had surrendered her very soul, his laughter cutting through her like a blade—not at her, mayhaps not her but at the weight of her words. Still, it was enough to incite hurt. She brushed away a solitary tear glistening on her cheek, then turned with a quiet resolve and glided toward the shadows of their bedchamber. Sauron's voice resonated darkly through the hall, a sinister melody she fought to silence, its presence curling around her like a shadow she couldn’t escape. “Such wild notions you entertain, little wife. Have you forgotten? There is no corner of Middle-earth where you can escape my presence. You foolishly believe you rival a ring for my devotion... you give me far too much credit for such cruelty. Reason will find you, as it always does, once the storm within you settles.” y/n pressed her weight against the icy stone, the bedchamber doors slamming shut behind her. By the gods, damn him and his ring. I hate him. I hate his heartlessness. I hate his fury. I hate him. By the valar, forgive me, for I desire and ache for him with every breath I take. y/n took in a breath, her eyes finding the balcony that beckoned her to leave the confines of the tower. “Fine, if you desire to toy with my heart, then I shall with yours. I know the rhythm of your desires as intimately as you know the cadence of mine.”

➽─ Shatterin’ like glass. Yes, they’re breakin’ up my heart. The chains of love are cruel. I shouldn’t feel like a prisoner ─❥

y/n stepped through the gates, the tower rising above her like a vigilant phantom, its presence casting an oppressive shadow over the desolate land of ash she glided through. Her gaze lingered upon a patch of untouched greenery, a forbidden oasis defying the shadowed grip of Sauron's dominion. Aware that her choice to seek the light over the shadow would provoke his rage and ignite an even greater storm between them, she knew her words must cut through with resolute clarity. If he desired her to stay bound to him, he would have to surrender to reason. He had to almost lose her, metaphorically a hauntingly symbolic sacrifice, to break free from the suffocating grip of his obsession with the One Ring. As she treaded her path, her thoughts wove themselves into the tapestry of memories entwined with Sauron, shared intimately over the eons. Once, when he was known as Mairon, the Admirable, the adored craftsman whose allure could coax the stars themselves to burn with a radiance that outshone the blackest onyx heavens.

His affectionate caress could elicit a surge of intoxicating desire, stealing her breath and leaving her utterly spellbound. An innate confidence that radiated from him, flawless and untouched, as if carved from the essence of perfection itself. A faint smile graced y/n's lips as her body seemed to float, her feet grazing the tender whisper of grass, each blade a ghostly kiss, stirring the haunting echoes of love and desire from a bygone time. The whisper of light slowly pierced her soul, wrapping her in a tender hold, the very same she had craved far more than words could confess, leaving her weightless. As she ventured further into the glade, the oppressive shadow of Sauron’s darkness loosened its grip, yielding to the seductive embrace of the forest. Each step drew her deeper, where ancient trees guarded a hidden sanctuary. There, nestled in the heart of the stillness, she discovered a small lake, its surface gleaming with a crystal-blue radiance, shimmering like countless jewels unearthed from the fathomless depths of Khazad-dûm. Unmindful of the icy water seeping through the hem of her gown, y/n glided forward, her movements stirring gentle ripples in her path. Her fingers grazed the water's surface with a languid grace, coaxing the faintest of laughter to spill from her lips. A sound she hadn't encountered in what seemed an eternity; it coiled around her heart, leaving it aching. Had the chains of Mordor ensnared her so completely that she lost all memory of the sweet, mischievous maiar she had been before her descent? The enchantress of flora, who once gathered the fairest blooms to weave into crowns, gifting them to children in the markets, who would sing happily about the entertwining of lovers that could dance for hours through the phases of both the moon and sun.

She was rediscovering her essence, unfolding like a forbidden bloom; in this intimate paradise, she could nearly feel the caress of the Valar's whispers, entwined with the warm wind. “Beneath the tapestry of stars, two threads came as one—fire and light, inseparably bound, an eternal vow…” The haunting melody, crafted by the Valar for her and Mairon, lingered in the air as her voice sang the words. Whirling through the water, she embodied the allure of a nymph—an intoxicating water spirit whose very presence could seduce the shadows and thaw the hearts of the coldest men.

y/n cupped her palm, gently lifting the cool water, letting it cascade back into the lake as delicate droplets slipped sensuously from her fingertips, merging with the rippling surface below. “How beautiful you are, to not be bound and allowed to flow so freely. Unlike me, who feels the loneliness within every step of what now is beginning to feel parallel to a prison. And the lord who rules over it, my captor, but I would rather spend my entire being with him than be parted even if that is to be the outcome.” She whispered, her voice barely brushing the air. Speaking only to the water, she felt its essence entwine with her fingers, as she knelt gracefully, her body sinking gently into its embrace. “But we are alike; we are healers providing soothing balms to those who are weary. We are crucial for balancing the wildness of fire. But most of all, we can be just as untamed if needed.” She traced delicate circles in the water, her fingers gliding effortlessly as a soft hum escaped her lips, weaving a quiet melody. Her eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the gentle symphony of trickling water and the melodic whispers of birdsong in the tranquil air. “Forgive me, for it has been far too long since I sought your wisdom. I implore you to help me, for I feel my light flickering, my very soul slipping into shadow. I am gripped by fear—fear of losing myself within the cold, unyielding walls of his tower.

Yet, a greater dread consumes me, the thought of leaving him behind entirely. Such musings twist painfully in my chest, the ache beyond words. I know I should not feel like a prisoner within his hold, yet the very air deserts me when his hold becomes too fierce. I was warned—warned that if I followed him into ruin, mine would be a solitary path. But oh, if you, the Valar, hold any love left for a woman who remains steadfast, madly devoted to a man who once carried the same boundless devotion in his heart for her—a smith now ensnared by the grip of something lifeless—then I beg of you, guide him back to me. Do not let him drift so far beyond my reach that my soul cannot follow, for if I were to fall behind, the distance between us would surely rend me asunder.”

“The Valar deserted us long ago when we departed their halls of light; you know that as well as I, my love.” y/n froze, not daring to turn; she couldn’t bring herself to look upon him. The mere sound of his voice should have sent a shiver of terror through her body; it did the opposite: she felt warmth instead. His tone was not cold nor harsh; it was soft just as she remembered. “It was a touching scene to witness, I will confess, but it ails me knowing you will not receive their help.” y/n stood, slowly turning to face her husband as he stood on the bank of the lake; his heavy armour had gone, replaced with simple dark clothing reminiscent of the form he once took as Halbrand. Her Halbrand. Even if it was a guise, he had displayed a sense of humbleness and earthly charm that made y/n’s light illuminate brighter than ever. The Southlander accent alone could make her weak in the knees; she missed the human form. Just as much as she missed Annatar, the Lord of Gifts. Lord of Gifts indeed, y/n was thankful Sauron had kept the long hair, though she would have liked to admire him with the golden shade for a while longer; the near raven hue made him look more god-like. His forms were a natural part of him, the stages of his plan growing darker and closer. There was no need for a charming southlander or the alluring lord of gifts.

His true form was now needed to provide a menacing and unforgettable presence. Now here he stood, almost mortal, watching her from the solace of dry ground. “I am surprised you ventured so far beyond your stronghold, my lord husband. It would seem the light has not blinded you.” Her voice dripped with a subtle tease, drawing a light smirk from Sauron, while the slightest tilt of his head sent her heart racing. The gesture alone stirred a yearning so intense it nearly propelled her into his arms, yet she held herself anchored, unmoving. “Did you truly believe I wouldn’t feel the emptiness your absence left behind?” His voice was laced with something darker, almost seductive, as he stepped closer. He was calculating, observing seeing her reactions. “I believed you retreated to our chambers to quell your anger, but it seems you found comfort a little too easily. You abandoned the sanctuary I created to shield you.” y/n’s breath hitched, catching the flicker of shadows dancing across his face, their depths mirroring his growing ferocity. “I command respect and unwavering loyalty from my armies and servants, yes. But above all, I expect my wife to embrace her rightful place—by my side—offering her steadfast devotion to me, her husband...HER KING!” His voice roared with a feral shout, shaking the ground beneath them; the surface of the lake quivered, mirroring the tremor that echoed through y/n's very soul.

“I needed air—desperately. To flee the suffocating embrace of fire and the inescapable stench of death. I am no creation of iron and flame, not an item forged to yield beneath someone’s will. I was crafted for something greater—to ignite light, to guide those adrift, to lend hope to the broken. Not to vanish in the cold grip of your fire, chained to a god who deems his dominion sweeter than the touch of his own queen. I have nothing, nothing that belongs to me in those halls.” Her voice quivered, betraying the defiance she fought to maintain, as Sauron’s jaw tightened and his fingers danced in a wave pattern. “You possess all that you could ever desire within those walls—everything I can offer is already yours. You have me. Am I not enough for you?!” His voice was laced with a dangerous charm as he moved closer to the water, his very proximity stirring its surface, the temperature shifting under his magnetic presence. “Not when you have become a stranger to me.” Sauron lifted his arm, his hand outstretched, an invitation veiled in shadow, his presence lingering as he stood, waiting. “Come with me. We're leaving. I won't endure such defiance from you. You are a Queen—command yourself as one should.” Yet y/n only laughed, her lips curling with defiant amusement as she shook her head and waded deeper into the waters, the evening’s sun rays caressing her every step. “You cannot command me as if I were some mindless orc, Sauron.” Her voice dripped with venom, wrapping around his name like a poisoned blade. The dark lord exhaled deeply, his chest heaving as he shut his eyes, wrestling to tether the wildfire of his rising fury. “I won’t ask you again. My patience has limits.” Her silhouette glided through the crystal water, ripples moving around her as she turned her back to him.

She moved deeper into the lake before she stopped, pivoting slowly to face him once more, her gaze smouldering with unspoken intent. “And once more, I will remind you—your will holds no sway over me.” Sauron’s lips curled into a dark grin, his eyes gleaming with a sinister delight at the fire of her defiance. “So be it, if you desire to play the brat, then I shall become the monster you despise. Izg brus sigurz awaited u thu lat. (I have yearned for the moment to shatter you.)” The guttural cadence of the Black Speech slithered down y/n's spine, sending shivers through her body as a soft gasp escaped her trembling lips. “Do no speak that here. You know how much I loathe it.” Sauron stepped into the water, his movements sharp and deliberate, each stride laced with a predatory grace. “You chose to leave our home. You chose to hide here; now your punishment will serve as my deepest indulgence.” His arms coiled around her, lifting her from the water with intoxicating ease. y/n thrashed violently, a tempest of kicks and screams, as Sauron claimed her effortlessly, draping her over his unyielding shoulder. “NO! PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT! SAURON!” Her frantic struggles against his unyielding grasp were as futile as an animal trying to escape the clutches of a trap. Sauron's hand struck her ass with a sharp, commanding force, eliciting a cry that echoed with both pain and a forbidden pull of desire. Her fingers clawed at his back in desperation, while hot tears traced her flushed cheeks, their salted drops soaking into the fabric of his tunic. “I despise you—put me down!” She growled, her words laced with venom. Sauron, unwavering, surged through the water with primal force, his strides unrelenting until they reached the bank. His hand claimed her backside again, firm and unapologetic, a defiant touch igniting the charged air. “Cease this childish tantrum at once; it is beneath you.” Sauron's voice dripped with venomous authority. Yet, as y/n slid from his grasp, her body brushing against his chest, an unfamiliar force surged within her—a raw, unbridled power. In an instant, a searing flash of white light erupted between them, tearing them apart in a violent collision of wills. Her body, awash in an overwhelming tide of fear, awakened with a primal instinct—a desperate, sensual defence surging to shield her.

.➽─ My face is turning blue. Can’t breathe without you here. The chains of love are cruel. I shouldn’t feel like a prisoner ─❥

y/n rolled onto her side, a pained moan slipping from her parted lips as her hazy vision sharpened, the world coming into cruel clarity. Sauron rested at her side, a low, primal groan reverberating from deep within his chest as he rose slowly from the tangled embrace of the grass. “I’m sorry, Sauron... I didn’t mean to—I was frightened.” She whispered, her voice trembling as she retreated. Her body quivered, a shiver coursing through her as she watched him rise, every deliberate, agonisingly slow movement exuding an unspoken power that clawed at the air between them. The vision of her husband, felled by the force of her own unleashed power, was both haunting and intoxicating; a boundary she had never dared cross until now. He had never been a man to inspire fear within her, yet here they stood, drifting into uncharted territory. y/n couldn’t fathom what dark allure or peril awaited in Sauron’s presence. His jaw tensed with a sharp click, his gaze locking onto hers as a deliberate, wicked smile crept across his lips—less like a lover's, more like a hunter that had found a challenge. The shadows consumed the colour of his eyes, darkening them to an abyssal black; y/n's heart raced wildly, entranced and horrified as the man before her twisted into a monstrous embodiment of malevolence. “You dared to strike me.” His voice deepened into a rough, dangerous whisper, each word coiling around her like a serpent poised to strike as he inched closer. “You wielded your light to repel me, yet all I sought was to return you home.” His voice dripped with feigned sorrow, brows knitting in a mockery of innocence—the very expression he had perfected as Annatar in Eregion to deceive the elves. “You were hurting me; you never hurt me.” Sauron let out a sharp, disapproving click of his tongue, his head tilting as he prowled nearer. “Mayhaps I have been far too lenient with you; pain is a potent teacher, one I know all too well. I have endured the unthinkable.” The low growl oozed a dark tone that made y/n falter before instinctively attempting to flee.

Barely on her feet, y/n had hardly taken a step before Sauron surged into her, their bodies colliding, and they both fell to the grass as her cry pierced the air, hands frantically shoving at him. They writhed together in a heated struggle, each vying for dominance. “Stop fighting me! Quit running from the only soul in this cursed world who truly loves you.” y/n’s hand struck his cheek with a sharp crack, and she spat venomously in his face. Their fingers intertwined in a brutal grip, bodies wresting against one another, each leveraging the other’s weight in a desperate clash to pin the other down. “You cherish a lifeless ring above me! Can you fathom the torment I endure when you choose a cold, golden circle over the woman who challenged the will of the Valar for you? A monster.” Sauron pressed her beneath him, his powerful form pinning her in place, his legs forcing hers apart as he asserted his dominance over her, his strength a haunting display of the force he inhabits. His face hovered mere inches from hers, their breaths intertwining in a trembling, languid cadence. “Have I not surrendered all to shield you? Do you think I revelled in the depravity of Morgoth, in the vile stench of his twisted ambitions? I used my own body as armour—stood as a barrier between you and his repulsive hunger, every moment we were cloaked in his darkness. I heard the foul whispers he believed were hidden from me when his eyes lingered on you. I knew his desires: to defile the perfection of your untouched skin, to claim what you, in your purity, had reserved for me. That knowledge burned in his core, driving his rage to relentless heights, and I bore his fury, endured his torment, because I would not let him sink his claws into you. Every lash of his malice became my penance, a punishment I willingly embraced a thousand times over; if it meant preserving you, then yes, I am a fucking monster—a monster forged by love and forged by war.” His hand coiled around her throat, firm yet restrained, a carnal reminder of who held dominion over her.

“All of this.” He began, his free hand capturing both of y/n’s wrists, pressing them firmly above her head. His lips hovered millimetres from hers, a tantalising whisper of a touch. “Every ounce of my cruelty, every crimson stain upon these hands, has been for us. I am forging a Middle-earth where none shall ever lay a finger upon you, where they can never steal you away from me. And if, in your eyes, I am no more than a heartless beast, then let it be so—a beast who surrendered his entire soul to you the moment my eyes first found yours in the gardens of Valinor. From that instant, my heart was no longer mine; you unknowingly claimed it as your own.” His lips curled into a dark sneer, the raw confession making y/n’s breath falter, trembling under its weight. “I was willing to be gentle…” He whispered, his voice a sinful caress. Soft sobs escaped y/n's lips as tears traced delicate, glistening paths down her flushed cheeks. “I beg of you to loosen your grip on me. You said the ring was always a means to an end, did you not? I am here, my love; return to me.” Her trembling, tear-laced pleas wove through the air, stirring a faint softness in Sauron’s dark gaze. The sight of her, shattered and vulnerable beneath him, sent a fleeting hesitation through his form. y/n's body shifted with a provocative grace, aligning with Sauron's in a tantalising dance. The intimate motion of her parted legs bracing over his thigh drew his gaze downward, dark eyes lingering with a smouldering lust. “Please, Mairon. I know you are in there somewhere. The Ring is not here with us.” Her gentle, aching whispers unravelled him, stripping away Sauron’s resolve for a fleeting moment before his composure returned, his hand tightening ever so slightly around the curve of her throat.

“Does this unexpected display of dominance stir arousal within you, my love, hmm?” He murmured with a teasing smirk, his nose brushing against hers as his body pressed firmly against hers. “Stop.” She breathed in a soft whimper, a fruitless attempt, drawing a low laugh from him as his lips grazed her cheek. “Do not fret; I promise to be very thorough.” His lips captured hers in a passionate kiss, drawing a muffled gasp from y/n’s throat as she instinctively tried to push him away. She understood what was inevitable; she desired her first experience to be tender, not claimed through force or the harsh grip of her husband's wrath. He had promised once that he would be nothing but affectionate, knowing how long she had saved herself, waiting for the moment when everything felt right for both of them. He promised her. Sauron’s hand slipped from her throat, trailing down the curve of her neck, his fingers exploring every contour before claiming her breast, his rough touch drawing a whimper from her lips as their kiss deepened. Sauron’s tongue invaded her wet cavern, swallowing every moan and tasting every inch of her mouth greedily. Pulling apart, y/n attempted to shift her knee, but Sauron quickly noticed and pressed them firmly against the ground. With a soft, disapproving click of his tongue, he murmured an incantation that summoned an unseen force, binding her hands and pressing them firmly against the earth. Sauron’s hands roamed over her body, a slow, deliberate caress as his lips traced a trail of heated, open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and down to the curve of her throat. His fingers tightened, grasping her dress with fervency before tearing it away, revealing her bare form to his heated gaze. “It's a shame that I must take your innocence under such circumstances.” He murmured, his fingers gliding along the curve of her breast. His thumb teased her nipple, the tender touch coaxing a soft, frustrated moan from y/n's lips. Sauron exhaled softly, lowering himself to plant a tender kiss along her sternum before trailing rough bites and ardent kisses across her breasts, branding her skin with his touch—a vivid reminder of his unyielding claim.

➽─ No matter how hard I try. I’m here so permanently, yeah. And I wait for your call. I can’t let go. I know the chains of love won’t break ─❥

His roughness drew a fractured moan from y/n’s lips; she loathed how her body betrayed her, unable to resist him more fiercely. “You promised you would be gentle.” She murmured, her voice trembling as she gazed down at him. He halted his movements, his eyes fixed on hers, and with a slow, deliberate flick of his tongue over her nipple, he blinked, his expression calm yet glowering still. “I did promise it once…” He murmured, his frame enveloping hers as his long hair tumbled around them, shielding them from the soft glow of the fading dusk. “But why should I grace you with a tender touch when you’ve earned anything but?” His deep voice resonated against her chest, his warm breath teasing her face, sending shivers through her as y/n glared at him. “I could never forgive you if you took me by force” Her words, for the first time, ignited something within him. With a deep swallow, Sauron let his fingers glide gently along her body, finding their way between her thighs. Lying on his side, he grasped her thigh firmly, his blunt nails grazing her skin with a tantalising pressure. His expression hardened as he watched y/n whimper, lowering his head to rest against hers, his nose gently grazing her cheek. “Mayhaps there's one thing I can handle with less force.” He expressed, gliding down her body. His lips grazed her knees with delicate, teasing kisses as he gently parted her legs. Lifting her dress to reveal her hips, Sauron pressed his cheek against the tender skin of her inner thigh, inhaling her intoxicating scent. A deep, primal groan rumbled from him as he gently urged her legs apart. y/n relished the fleeting moment of intimacy, hoping she could satisfy him enough to stir his desires in her favour. Sauron cast her a lingering glance, his lips curling into that irresistible smirk she had come to adore, yet now left her questioning the feelings it stirred within her. He slipped between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips with a commanding hold to keep her steady. His tongue grazed her throbbing pearl with exquisite precision. The sensation was utterly intoxicating: the fiery heat of his tongue teasing her, giving way to the gentle caress of a cool breeze as it began to replace the fading warmth of the day.

Sauron moaned between her legs, his tongue moving with a ravenous intensity, swirling and sucking as if driven to consume her entirely. Spreading her legs even further, his hands abandoned her hips, trailing upward to claim her breasts with a rough, fervent touch. Whatever hate she once harboured for him was crumbling; soft, breathless moans escaped her lips, quickening in rhythm as her body arched, surrendering to the hunger of his ravenous mouth. Sauron's eyes glinted with dark satisfaction at her submission, flattening his tongue to lap in broad strokes that sent tremors through y/n’s legs; the raw desperation in her pleas made his cock grow harder. “Oh, Sauron.” Her eyes fluttered closed as she yielded utterly to his dark, intoxicating ministrations. “Please…” The desperate tone of her voice drew a low, sinister chuckle from her lord husband. Her hands rubbed together, trying to sever the invisible bind but to no avail. Sauron’s hunger was insatiable, relentless as he unravelled her entirely. Each calculated motion was a symphony of control, and beneath him, y/n writhed helplessly, overcome by the mysterious, mounting tension coiling deep within her abdomen. “Sauron…what is-” Her voice faltered, a gasp escaping as her back arched off the ground, the fire within building unbearable. Sauron’s tongue moved faster, drawing her perilously close to the brink—y/n could no longer fathom the storm overtaking her as her inner walls tightened and her body tensed beneath his command. With one final, sinful sweep of Sauron’s tongue against her aching pearl, y/n gasped; her breathless moan hung heavy in the air as her vision blurred with stars, and her trembling body succumbed to the waves of her release.

Sauron meticulously gathered every drop of her arousal, catching it all in his mouth. His lips and chin gleamed with her wetness; he smothered his face in her cunt, utterly consumed by her taste. y/n barely had a moment to recover before Sauron's tongue began its relentless pursuit, driving her toward another climax. y/n whimpered, her head thrashing restlessly, each desperate sob igniting his desire to shatter her once more. “I cannot, husband, please.” Her legs struggled to push him away, but he held her captive, unwavering between them, his hands pinning her down as guttural, unrecognisable sounds escaped him. They had become wild, consumed by a primal hunger, desperate to devour her over and over again. “Need you to fall apart for me again, wife. I need to taste you once more.” His voice muffled; the vibrations alone were enough to trigger her second climax y/n cried out; this time, consumed by a pleasure even more intense than before. The overstimulation was beginning to set in; her body grew exquisitely attuned to Sauron’s advances. He brought her to the edge repeatedly, until her world dissolved into the tormenting pleasure of his mouth and the wandering pressure of his hands plunging her into a storm of overwhelming sensations.

y/n lay wrecked and almost lifeless; Sauron trailed fervent kisses along her hips, his form creeping upward over her trembling frame. “Now, it seems you need a reminder of what happens when you wander too far from my sight.” His words were a silken threat that shattered her daze. y/n languidly looped her leg around his waist, her body arching to press against him. With lashes fluttering like soft whispers, she nestled into his chest affectionately, her touch both tender and electric. “Truly, this isn’t how you wish to have me, is it?” Her voice, that same velvet murmur from months past, caressed the air as his steely gaze pierced through her. “You don’t wish to see me bound beneath you. If I am to surrender to you, my king, I must have the freedom to touch you.” Her lips grazed his, tasting the faintness of her arousal and becoming the sweet wife he adored before the ring; she hoped it would temper his desire to show his dominance further. Sauron’s smirk reappeared, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her wrists; the invisible binding dissolved allowing y/n to move her arms freely. Her hands ventured to his chest, daring to sweep her palms over his shoulders before entwining themselves in the depths of his raven-black locks. “If you vow not to suffocate me within those halls, I swear never to part from you again. A life without you is inconceivable, my sweet Mairon.” Sauron seized her lips in a searing kiss, their moans entwining as he hastily freed himself, consumed by the fervent need to possess her completely. Their tongues entwined in a forbidden rhythm, y/n's arms coiled around his neck, drawing him nearer, as he claimed her with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. “Forgive me.” He murmured against her lips, his voice a sinful whisper. y/n frowned; her words died in her mouth as Sauron claimed her without consent. Sauron didn’t ask for her permission, grabbing her hips and lifting her slightly; he drove into her with one brutal, punishing thrust. y/n clung to him, her sobs mingling with the intensity of his unrelenting thrusts, his cock claiming her as he drove her mercilessly into the grass. No tenderness existed, only the raw, carnal clash of two celestial forces entwining as one.

“Stop, Mairon, please... it's too much!” She pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. Sauron growled above her, their union echoed in the slick, carnal rhythm of flesh meeting flesh, her breath escaping in ragged gasps, his deep groans reverberating through the once peaceful sanctuary. “Look at me!” He commanded her, his voice a dark persuasion; y/n’s eyes flickered open, drawn irresistibly to drown in the abyss of his own. Her vision blurred with tears, a haze of torment and ecstasy flooding through her being. She gazed upon him—not the man she called her husband. Certainly not the alluring and enigmatic Halbrand. Far from the celestial allure of Annatar. But Sauron, the god. The King of Mordor. The Dark Lord. The Lord of the Rings. His eyes, glowing with a sinister, obsessive fire. “You look beautiful underneath me.” He gritted his teeth bared, his body taut with every commanding thrust, rendering y/n breathless and speechless. “Claimed and sanctified by your god, by your husband. Tell me—Tell me you are mine!” The rawness of his voice shattered her, tears cascading down her cheeks. “I am yours, always have been, by the gods. I loathe how deeply I crave you like this!” Sauron captured her lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue claiming hers, pulling moans from deep within her, his mouth sucking on her tongue, leaving her no room to breathe but to be utterly overshadowed by him. Her fingers tangled fiercely in his hair, drawing a deep, primal rumble in his chest. As his pace quickened, his thrusts dissolved into a haze of urgent, fervent motion. His hips crashed against y/n’s, their bodies entwined in a ruthless rhythm, perfectly attuned even as Sauron's ferocity intensified. y/n surrendered to him, her inhibitions consumed as she embraced his brutality, drawn irresistibly like a moth to the allure of a flame. Their kiss descended into a chaotic clash of desire, a feverish mingling of saliva and scorching breaths. No longer merely a Maiar, the possessiveness he once kept restrained to protect her had now swelled into an inferno of unrelenting desire to claim her entirely. To reveal the depths of his devotion. “I can taste your desire, my wife—sweet as honey.” He purred his words melting in between kisses. “You belong to me, in this life and the next. In every lingering shadow, the mere thought of losing you is unbearable. I will not allow it.” A single tear slid down her husband’s face, landing softly on y/n's cheek. Despite the wild, untamed nature that had consumed him, he clung to her as his anchor, exposing a raw and vulnerable side. y/n smiled as their foreheads met, breaths intertwining and bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat.

“You are bound to me in every lifetime, my king.” Her hands swept over his back, feeling his muscles tense with each movement. The tension between them culminated in a feverish crescendo; y/n clenched around his cock, her walls pulling him in like a vice, while his ragged thrusts faltered, consumed by the dark heat between them. y/n arched her neck, collapsing onto the grass as her body shuddered and surrendered to yet another wave of euphoria. Sauron let out a guttural roar, his body stiffening as he erupted inside her. He plunged into her depths, releasing a torrid surge of the molten heat of his seed, so abundant it overflowed, spilling from her as he lingered within, their connection fierce and unbroken. They lay in silence for a long time, their breathing heavy and synchronised. The scent of sex, sweat, fire and lilies clung to them, a heady perfume of intimacy. Sauron withdrew slowly, the sensual slide of his cock leaving her with a wet, resonant pop. He sank beside her, drawing her delicate form into the shadowed sanctuary of his embrace. y/n exhaled softly, burying her face against his chest, listening to the steady, powerful beat of his heart. "I must confess," He murmured, his voice dripping with a velvet smoothness, reminiscent of Annatar, which made y/n’s heart flutter; his thumb caressed her parted, tender lips. "I found it quite stimulating—the defiance, the radiance—it lent a forbidden flavour to the encounter." y/n gazed up at the arching canopy of silver trees, her body still thrumming with the remnants of the ravishing intensity. Her hand rose, fingertips gliding along the sharp curve of his jaw. "I may love you," She whispered, "But never again will you touch me like that... unless I command it of you." Sauron's gaze lingered, shadows in his eyes dimming just the faintest bit. Then he smiled—a real smile, one that reached his eyes. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his voice dripping with a solemn, seductive promise. "As you desire, my love. But remember— the darkness lingers, ever-present, ever-waiting. It belongs to you, always."

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