Lord of Gifts
Rating: Explicit / E / NSFW
Wordcount: 1.3K
Ship: Haladriel, Saurondriel, Annatar x Galadriel
Tags: Pegging, Power Bottom Sauron, PWP, Enemies with Benefits, Dream Sex, Mind Sex, Straptember
CW: Timewise this is during the party at Eregion with the dwarves in Season 2
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: Sauron has a plan to bring Galadriel to him once more through an unconventional gift.
AKA: Missing Rings of Power hour, Disa is such a bad ass and should get to peg Elrond and Durin as a treat, and also Galadriel stopping the wars and destruction of Middle Earth through pegging just amuses me.
“Annatar!” Mirdania drunkenly called from the gathering of Elves and Dwarves as he fought to keep his expression blank as he turned to her.
Annatar, Lord of Gifts, when he could have been Halbrand, King of the Southlands with Galadriel as his queen had that infuriating and enchanting she-elf not discovered who he truly was. What a dream it could have been.
But still, he would not have her any other way, a radiant light that would not be tamed in intensity nor in fierceness.
What he would give to have her calling to him instead of this cheap imitation he was playing with.
“Yes?” He turned to her slightly with a neutral expression, letting the cool breeze from the balcony overlooking the city play through his long hair. She blinked a bit stunned and enchanted and he smirked before she shook her head slightly.
“I have just heard the strangest thing from the Dwarves!” Mirdania said and he raised an eyebrow, begrudgingly curious. Perhaps this would allow him to have the Dwarves even more under his control.
“Oh?” He asked, trying not to flinch when she drunkenly sidled up to him, leaning up to whisper in his ear.
“They told me how the crown prince lets his wife take him like a man with a strange object.” She said with a giggle and wide eyes.
“Is that not fascinating?” She asked and he nodded, thoughts racing.
He has seen such peculiarities at the forges before but now… now he wondered if this could be what he needed to get close once more to his little she-elf, the bright and vexing light that has strayed from him.
“If you will excuse me, I will be retiring for the night.” He said, shouldering Mirdania away and stalking towards his chambers with a swish of his robe.
He had work to do.
He settled in his bed, reaching for the thin connection he had with Galadriel, pleased to find her already asleep. He took himself in hand and began imagining how she would look, imperious and triumphant as she took him. He would let her debase him, only to hold onto her light for as long as he could. He let out a pleased rumble when he felt her conscience stir and begin to take stock of the dream he had pulled her into.
She hissed, glaring at him when she saw what was happening.
“What matter of depravity is this, Sauron?” She spat and he grinned, letting out a grunt as the imagined Galadriel took him from behind like an animal with a brilliant, shining white phallus he had crafted out of Mithril with engraved stars and bursts of light.
He grinned as he taunted her with a few indecent moans, enjoying the furious blush high on her cheeks.
“What does it look like, Galadriel? Take control. Or is this form not pleasing enough to you?” He groaned, shifting until he resembled Halbrand once more, noting how the real Galadriel hesitated, her beautiful eyes simmering with emotions that would taste so sweet on his tongue.
He dismissed the illusion of the Galadriel that had been rutting into him, reclining regally on the bed and taking his cock in hand, the phallus shimmering at the edge of the bed and calling to her like her ring. He chuckled at the disgusted and disgruntled look on her face.
“Come now, you had no complaints when we had coupled before and here I am giving you all the power. Do you not wish to punish your enemy?” He goaded as she growled in frustration.
“This is a sick trick and nothing more. A horrible ploy to take more from me. I will not defile and debase myself in this way.” Galadriel snarled, her ring beginning to shine as she fought to tear herself from this dream when he reached out a hand, breath catching.
“Wait… please.” He said, voice pleading and echoing in the chamber as she furrowed her brow but stayed. Foolish, narrow-minded elves. He needed her here with him and it would be a small price to pay. He missed her, no matter how it pained him to admit.
She sighed.
“Why Sauron? There is nothing for me here.” She said and he hated that name on her lips right now as he tried not to howl in frustration and rage, reaching for her as she stepped back away from him.
She had to ruin all of his plans and thwart him at every turn. He hated and loved her for it.
“There is me. There is us. A chance for you to have power and dominion over me.” He said, hands clenching in his lap as she regarded him slowly, a spark of righteous fury burning in her eyes. A desire for power.
“I will not be kind or gentle.” She said and he grinned.
“I would expect nothing less, Commander. My greatest opponent and love.” He said and she scoffed.
“Love? What do you know of love, Deceiver? This is yet another strange plan of yours I must thwart.” She said, her dress disappearing as she stood bare before him and picking up the phallus and examining it.
“I know quite a bit more than you, Little Elf. Do the shape and craft please you?” He asked as she gave a slight nod and he gave a pleased, smug groan. He would gift her anything she wished from his smithy, all she need do is ask.
He watched as she fashioned the silken white ribbons on her hips and pulled him to her by the ankle so that he was on the edge of the bed. He chuckled with glee and excitement, fire and passion stirring in his breast once more at the sight of her as she hilted herself in him with one smooth thrust. He threw his head back, watching her with half lidded eyes as she grit her teeth and drove into him with the same determination and steadfast fury she showed in battle before suddenly slowing. He let out a whine of frustration without meaning too and she laughed, cupping his face.
“Oh my enemy.” She cooed, before swiveling her hips like he once had for her, causing him to keen and arch as she pressed deep inside his mortal body, pleasure shooting up his spine.
She was terribly crafty as she treated him tenderly, made him want her even more, made him believe his Lady of Light could love him as she took him in hand and stroked him, rather than take him brutally. Tears pricked his eyes and he felt far too many emotions that should have been long buried as he tried to kiss her. She turned her face and he sent out his power to work against her wet cunt, curling around her as much as she allowed. She trembled, holding back her cry as she came and he shook, unraveling beneath her, a hollow pit in his stomach as he already wanted more.
She would truly be the end of him. His cunning little strategist, turning this against him and resisting the temptation. To truly do it on her terms.
She withdrew, her armor appearing as she smoothed her hair and he frowned.
“Stay, please. I am at your mercy. You have shown me. Shown yourself.” He said, trying to grab her hand. Why could she not give into this temptation again?
“No.” She said simply before disappearing and severing the connection with a bright flash of her ring.
His eyes snapped open as he stared at the ceiling.
Well… she never said not again…
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