Shadow of the East

Khamûl, second lord of the Nazgul. Servant of Sauron. Lord of Dol Goldur and bearer of one of the nine rings. Ringwraith Shire... Baggins... Indie rp blog NSFW is allowed. Mun and muse are of age

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

"Do I look to be in a gaming mood?"

"As much as on any other day. As though you are ever in the spirit for games, Khamul."

the-secondchief

[the-secondchief]

  He nodded, attempting to stifle another moan as Angmar continued to stroke is hardened length. His tongue ran over the other’s fingers, coating them in warm saliva and eagerly lubricating them. It was almost infuriating, how much Khamul desired Angmar. He was not to be so easily tempted, but yet he couldn’t restrain himself. A moan escaped his lips and his eyes fell closed in pleasure as he leaned back against the Witch King.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

Khamul’s submission deepened with every fraction of a movement, and it tasted sweet. When he deemed the time ripe, he withdrew his fingers, slipping them out of his second-in-command’s warm mouth, and without further ado brought them down, slipping his hand along the Easterling’s lower back. Curling his fingers first around the band of his trousers, Angmar yanked them down roughly to Khamul’s knees before inserting one finger in deep.

[the-secondchief]

Khamul groaned at the feeling, his fingers tightening as they gripped the cold stones of the wall he was still pressed to. He pressed himself backwards, grinding against his lover and letting the other's fingers press deeper still. "I will admit, I was unaware of how talented you are with your hands." He growled as he gasped from the pleasure of Angmar's finger inside of him.

[ithilielthehealer-deactivated20]

"No one will hear you here."

She looked up at her captive as she was struggling against the restrain. “What is the meaning of this?!” 

[ithilielthehealer-deactivated20]

-

The sound of her cracked ribs made her nauseous. The agonizing pain made her groaned out loudly as she felt the discomfort of it. It was so terrible to her ears, too sickening that it pained her to just think about it. She was too afraid to moved a muscles as he knelt closer to her. Her eyes fluttered, trying to roll away the single tear that blinded her vision. He was so close that she could felt his warmness, and it disgust her. His smiled was cruel as his eyes. There was no hope, she thought. “You only pray on the weak. That is what you do, so why would I want to be like you.” She said weakly as she was struggling to breath because every breath she takes was more painful than the other.

[the-secondchief]

"The weak have no place in this world. They deserve to die like the cowards they are. You are so weak now, are you not? So pathetic." Khamul purred into her ear, his finger lightly tracing over the bruised skin of her face, trailing over her jaw before tightly gripping her throat and pulling her off the ground. He pressed her against the wall, grinning maliciously at her. "How about a little... deal, elf? I will allow you one hour to attempt to run home. After that, however, my men and I will hunt you down and if you are captured a second time, you will never again see the sunlight for what remains of your miserable life."

[the-secondchief]

A fair, Elven form came to the dominion. Raven haired and blue eyed, robed in light, shining silk and silver velvet, the seemingly other-worldly being looked upon the other with a gentle smile.

The lord of Rhûn eyed the elf cautiously from where he was seated. He stood slowly, meeting the stranger’s smile with a small nod. Golden jewelry decorated his dark skin and red markings painted the skin around his dark eyes, giving him an almost threatening appearance. “Who are you, and why have you come here?” Khamul questioned, raising an eyebrow at the fair being.

[ashadowintheeast-deactivated201]

-

Annatar laughed, ~:No need to thank me, my lord. These were made by the elves of Eregion. I simply taught them a special craft to make them.:~ He took the ring he reached for and offered it to Khamul, ~:This was made specially for you.:~

[the-secondchief]

Khamul accepted the ring, eyeing it curiously as the elf before him spoke. "It is truly beautiful, though I feel inclined to ask why you had it specifically crafted for me." He looked up at Annatar, regarding him with dark eyes.

[ohmylordoftherings-blog]

“In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl. A great black shape against the fires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair. In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl, under the archway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face.”

[the-secondchief]

~

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

"Do I look to be in a gaming mood?"

"As much as on any other day. As though you are ever in the spirit for games, Khamul."

the-secondchief

[the-secondchief]

  He growled in frustration as the other’s hand trailed down his torso and closer to his arousal, but not yet there. Feeling Angmar’s teeth in his flesh, he hissed as he gripped the stones tighter and leaned his forehead against the wall. “Would you?” He hissed in reply. “I’m afraid you may need to work a little harder for that.” Even through his desperation and need for the other, he would not sink so low as to beg. Khamul shifted backwards slightly, pressing himself against Angmar’s length.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

Angmar laughed lowly. “I would expect no less of my second-in-command,” he fairly purred against the new wound he had made, finally wrapping his fingers around the base of Khamul’s length again. He gave a single, measured and deliberate stroke, pausing at the head to tease it with the pad of his thumb, even as Khamul pressed himself backwards against him. His free hand now made its way upward, until he could trace the Easterling’s lips with his fingertips. “Suck,” he commanded in a low, iron whisper.

[the-secondchief]

He let out a low and pleasured moan as Angmar stroked his length. “Angmar…” he muttered. When the other’s fingers were trailed over his lips, he involuntarily opened his mouth to allow them access. Obeying the Lord of the Nazgul’s command, he closed his lips around them and let his tongue lightly trace the skin of his fingers as he sucked.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

A smirk pulled at his lips and Angmar struggled not to be vocal with his reactions to the dexterity of Khamul’s tongue. “Very good,” he purred, rewarding his second-in-command with a few faster, harder strokes. “Make certain to lubricate them well. It will only make it easier for you, after all.”

[the-secondchief]

He nodded, attempting to stifle another moan as Angmar continued to stroke is hardened length. His tongue ran over the other's fingers, coating them in warm saliva and eagerly lubricating them. It was almost infuriating, how much Khamul desired Angmar. He was not to be so easily tempted, but yet he couldn't restrain himself. A moan escaped his lips and his eyes fell closed in pleasure as he leaned back against the Witch King.

[the-secondchief]

A fair, Elven form came to the dominion. Raven haired and blue eyed, robed in light, shining silk and silver velvet, the seemingly other-worldly being looked upon the other with a gentle smile.

The lord of Rhûn eyed the elf cautiously from where he was seated. He stood slowly, meeting the stranger’s smile with a small nod. Golden jewelry decorated his dark skin and red markings painted the skin around his dark eyes, giving him an almost threatening appearance. “Who are you, and why have you come here?” Khamul questioned, raising an eyebrow at the fair being.

[ashadowintheeast-deactivated201]

~:Be at peace, Lord of Rhun,:~ He said, his voice soft and welcoming, ~:I have journeyed from Eriador, offering gifts from the Elves of Eregion,:~ he gave a bow to Khamul, ~:I am called Annatar.:~

[the-secondchief]

"Annatar," Khamul repeated, watching him carefully, as if debating whether or not he should be trusted. He drummed his fingers absently on the hilt of his dagger as he pondered before extending a hand to the elf. "You are welcome here. I will gladly see that which you have brought." He said as he eyed him expectantly and clasped his hands behind his back.

[ashadowintheeast-deactivated201]

Annatar was pleased to hear this. He came forth and opened the pack he kept by his side. Within it was one simple thing: a ring. But unlike others, this ring was special. Just be looking at it, one could its value was greater than any other trinket.

[the-secondchief]

Khamul stepped forward in awe, his eyes wide as they rested on the beautiful piece of jewelry. Walking to the elf in a trance-like state, his hand greedily stretched out towards the masterfully crafted ring. Suddenly, he pulled his hand away and gazed up at Annatar. "It is truly a fine gift. I thank you." He said, regaining his cool demeanor.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

"Do I look to be in a gaming mood?"

"As much as on any other day. As though you are ever in the spirit for games, Khamul."

the-secondchief

[the-secondchief]

  He let out a low moan, gritting his teeth as he felt Angmar against him. His hands braced against the wall to protect himself from the impact, fingers tightly gripping the stones. The Nazgul didn’t reply, remaining silent even as he felt the other’s hot breath against his neck. Even as teeth raked over the sensitive skin and strong, commanding hands gripped his hips. His arousal was painful now without Angmar’s hand there. Another groan left his lips and he tilted his head to the side, providing better access.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

"Silent," hissed Angmar, discontented. "You are silent." Well aware of the pain and need Khamul must have been feeling, he let a hand begin to slide back to his core, creeping along the skin towards the erect shaft, slowly enough to make the anticipation agonizing. "Tell me what you want, Khamul. I would hear you beg." And then he sank his teeth into his second-in-command’s skin, where the shoulder met the neck, hard enough that he tasted blood when he pulled away.

[the-secondchief]

He growled in frustration as the other’s hand trailed down his torso and closer to his arousal, but not yet there. Feeling Angmar’s teeth in his flesh, he hissed as he gripped the stones tighter and leaned his forehead against the wall. “Would you?” He hissed in reply. “I’m afraid you may need to work a little harder for that.” Even through his desperation and need for the other, he would not sink so low as to beg. Khamul shifted backwards slightly, pressing himself against Angmar’s length.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

Angmar laughed lowly. “I would expect no less of my second-in-command,” he fairly purred against the new wound he had made, finally wrapping his fingers around the base of Khamul’s length again. He gave a single, measured and deliberate stroke, pausing at the head to tease it with the pad of his thumb, even as Khamul pressed himself backwards against him. His free hand now made its way upward, until he could trace the Easterling’s lips with his fingertips. “Suck,” he commanded in a low, iron whisper.

[the-secondchief]

He let out a low and pleasured moan as Angmar stroked his length. "Angmar..." he muttered. When the other's fingers were trailed over his lips, he involuntarily opened his mouth to allow them access. Obeying the Lord of the Nazgul's command, he closed his lips around them and let his tongue lightly trace the skin of his fingers as he sucked.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

"Do I look to be in a gaming mood?"

"As much as on any other day. As though you are ever in the spirit for games, Khamul."

the-secondchief

[the-secondchief]

  Khamul trailed his hands along the insides of Angmar’s thighs, again working up to his member, where he gave a teasing squeeze. His lips left his neck before he pressed a demanding kiss to the other’s lips. “It matters not,” he grumbled, annoyed that Angmar insisted on pressing the matter further. He was eager, perhaps too much so. Years of hiding his feelings had only made his need grow.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

Damn it all. That demanding kiss, nearly aggressive with need, that wandering hand…no. He could not walk away from this. With a low growl, Angmar pulled his hand up, releasing Khamul’s length, in favor of grasping his second-in-command’s hips with both hands to spin him around and press him face-first into the wall. “You’re right,” he murmured, now with his lips against the skin of Khamul’s neck. “It matters not. This is what matters.” He pressed himself against the Easterling from behind. “You see what you have done to me?” muttered Angmar, grazing his teeth against taut skin.

[the-secondchief]

He let out a low moan, gritting his teeth as he felt Angmar against him. His hands braced against the wall to protect himself from the impact, fingers tightly gripping the stones. The Nazgul didn’t reply, remaining silent even as he felt the other’s hot breath against his neck. Even as teeth raked over the sensitive skin and strong, commanding hands gripped his hips. His arousal was painful now without Angmar’s hand there. Another groan left his lips and he tilted his head to the side, providing better access.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

"Silent," hissed Angmar, discontented. "You are silent." Well aware of the pain and need Khamul must have been feeling, he let a hand begin to slide back to his core, creeping along the skin towards the erect shaft, slowly enough to make the anticipation agonizing. "Tell me what you want, Khamul. I would hear you beg." And then he sank his teeth into his second-in-command’s skin, where the shoulder met the neck, hard enough that he tasted blood when he pulled away.

[the-secondchief]

He growled in frustration as the other's hand trailed down his torso and closer to his arousal, but not yet there. Feeling Angmar's teeth in his flesh, he hissed as he gripped the stones tighter and leaned his forehead against the wall. "Would you?" He hissed in reply. "I'm afraid you may need to work a little harder for that." Even through his desperation and need for the other, he would not sink so low as to beg. Khamul shifted backwards slightly, pressing himself against Angmar's length.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

"Do I look to be in a gaming mood?"

"As much as on any other day. As though you are ever in the spirit for games, Khamul."

the-secondchief

[the-secondchief]

"Impertinent?" He questioned, gasping when he felt Angmar’s hand tighten around him, his own hand involuntarily mimicking the action. "Hardly. I meant no insult, I was merely… pointing out the obvious." He added through clenched teeth. It was a struggle to maintain composure. He wanted him. No, he needed him, and it was that painful need that drove him to smooth words and comments as he attempted to forget his desires.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

"Pointing out the obvious?" huffed the Nazgul-Lord. "What exactly is so…obvious about it?" He was more than half-tempted now to do exactly as he had threatened, to drive Khamul to the brink before withdrawing, leaving him wanting. It would suit his purposes well to leave his second-in-command in need, desperate to be fulfilled.

[the-secondchief]

Khamul trailed his hands along the insides of Angmar’s thighs, again working up to his member, where he gave a teasing squeeze. His lips left his neck before he pressed a demanding kiss to the other’s lips. “It matters not,” he grumbled, annoyed that Angmar insisted on pressing the matter further. He was eager, perhaps too much so. Years of hiding his feelings had only made his need grow.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

Damn it all. That demanding kiss, nearly aggressive with need, that wandering hand…no. He could not walk away from this. With a low growl, Angmar pulled his hand up, releasing Khamul’s length, in favor of grasping his second-in-command’s hips with both hands to spin him around and press him face-first into the wall. “You’re right,” he murmured, now with his lips against the skin of Khamul’s neck. “It matters not. This is what matters.” He pressed himself against the Easterling from behind. “You see what you have done to me?” muttered Angmar, grazing his teeth against taut skin.

[the-secondchief]

He let out a low moan, gritting his teeth as he felt Angmar against him. His hands braced against the wall to protect himself from the impact, fingers tightly gripping the stones. The Nazgul didn't reply, remaining silent even as he felt the other's hot breath against his neck. Even as teeth raked over the sensitive skin and strong, commanding hands gripped his hips. His arousal was painful now without Angmar's hand there. Another groan left his lips and he tilted his head to the side, providing better access.

[the-secondchief]

A fair, Elven form came to the dominion. Raven haired and blue eyed, robed in light, shining silk and silver velvet, the seemingly other-worldly being looked upon the other with a gentle smile.

The lord of Rhûn eyed the elf cautiously from where he was seated. He stood slowly, meeting the stranger’s smile with a small nod. Golden jewelry decorated his dark skin and red markings painted the skin around his dark eyes, giving him an almost threatening appearance. “Who are you, and why have you come here?” Khamul questioned, raising an eyebrow at the fair being.

[ashadowintheeast-deactivated201]

~:Be at peace, Lord of Rhun,:~ He said, his voice soft and welcoming, ~:I have journeyed from Eriador, offering gifts from the Elves of Eregion,:~ he gave a bow to Khamul, ~:I am called Annatar.:~

[the-secondchief]

"Annatar," Khamul repeated, watching him carefully, as if debating whether or not he should be trusted. He drummed his fingers absently on the hilt of his dagger as he pondered before extending a hand to the elf. "You are welcome here. I will gladly see that which you have brought." He said as he eyed him expectantly and clasped his hands behind his back.

[the-secondchief]

A fair, Elven form came to the dominion. Raven haired and blue eyed, robed in light, shining silk and silver velvet, the seemingly other-worldly being looked upon the other with a gentle smile.

The lord of Rhûn eyed the elf cautiously from where he was seated. He stood slowly, meeting the stranger's smile with a small nod. Golden jewelry decorated his dark skin and red markings painted the skin around his dark eyes, giving him an almost threatening appearance. "Who are you, and why have you come here?" Khamul questioned, raising an eyebrow at the fair being.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

"Do I look to be in a gaming mood?"

"As much as on any other day. As though you are ever in the spirit for games, Khamul."

the-secondchief

[the-secondchief]

  Khamul continued moving his lips over Angmar’s neck, leaving a trail of dark bruises and red spots. He thrust his hips into the other’s hand, groaning. Knowing he had almost won back his dominance, his hand teasingly rubbed along his trousers, nimble fingers giving small squeezes every few moments as his lips curled into a smirk against his skin. “Do you enjoy this, my lord?” He purred, an almost mocking tone to his voice.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

It was rough. It was almost animalistic, feral in blind lust. Angmar found himself getting caught up in it. His second-in-command had skill with that hand of his, reflected the Witch-King, but he had not lost all his will. “Don’t be impertinent, Khamul,” he hissed, giving the shaft in his grasp a warning squeeze to emphasize his point, “lest I be tempted to leave you wanting.”

[the-secondchief]

"Impertinent?" He questioned, gasping when he felt Angmar’s hand tighten around him, his own hand involuntarily mimicking the action. "Hardly. I meant no insult, I was merely… pointing out the obvious." He added through clenched teeth. It was a struggle to maintain composure. He wanted him. No, he needed him, and it was that painful need that drove him to smooth words and comments as he attempted to forget his desires.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

"Pointing out the obvious?" huffed the Nazgul-Lord. "What exactly is so…obvious about it?" He was more than half-tempted now to do exactly as he had threatened, to drive Khamul to the brink before withdrawing, leaving him wanting. It would suit his purposes well to leave his second-in-command in need, desperate to be fulfilled.

[the-secondchief]

Khamul trailed his hands along the insides of Angmar's thighs, again working up to his member, where he gave a teasing squeeze. His lips left his neck before he pressed a demanding kiss to the other's lips. "It matters not," he grumbled, annoyed that Angmar insisted on pressing the matter further. He was eager, perhaps too much so. Years of hiding his feelings had only made his need grow.

[the-secondchief]

"Oh for Valar's sake. I just got away from one of you and now I have found another."

"Don’t act so thrilled. I’m not here for you." He sneered.

[wanderthepathunseen-deactivated]

Lainel stepped off the path, though, she gave an amused smile, “And yet, I suspect they’re still more patient than Angmar is.” She waved, “Be on your merry way then. Or grumpy, makes no difference to me what mood you go in.”  Granted, she was going to tail them from a distance, but that was not something she was about to mention.

[the-secondchief]

He gave a small nod of his head and proceeded forward, keeping his eyes trained on her until he had passed. Once he was sure he was out of earshot, he shot a look to one of his men and spoke quietly. “Once we are out of her sight, you will follow the ranger. Make sure she does not follow us. She cannot know our destination.” He ordered.

[wanderthepathunseen-deactivated]

Lainel waited for a while before tracking their path. However, she also soon became aware she was being followed. Quickly realizing why she was being followed she took her last reading, and began to lead the tail on a merry goose chase across the landscape. 

By sheer accident several months later, Lainel crossed the path of the nazgul again. This time, Lainel was by the road, relaxing when she heard the hoof-beats. She looked up and shook her head, “I must have the worst luck.”

[the-secondchief]

Khamul cursed under his breath when he noticed the ranger standing by the road. Slowly, he pulled his hood away, revealing his face and dark features. His hand drifted to his daggers, golden jewelry glinting in the sunlight. "What a pleasure to meet you again, ranger. I don't suppose you plan on giving me trouble again?" His voice was calm and a smirk played on his lips as he stared down at her from his dark mount.

[the-secondchief]

◉ ~Feynriel

The cold steel of the dagger at his throat almost burned, biting into his dark skin as a small dot of crimson welled under the blade. He let out a feral growl, clearly frustrated that someone had managed to catch him off guard. “I am just as dangerous in this position, stranger, so I suggest you step away before I am forced to act.” He hissed, hands drifting to his belt where his daggers were sheathed.

faelyn-the-wretched

[the-secondchief]

◉

The night had been fairly quiet, but Khamul’s mind was hardly present. His thoughts had long since wandered to his previous missions and he didn’t even hear the door creak open. When the knife was pressed to his throat, he leaned back in his chair and struggled to comprehend what had happened. His hands trailed up to the hands that gripped the blade at his throat and he smirked when he felt the soft skin under his fingertips. “And to what do I owe the pleasure, Lulasseth?” The Easterling purred.

lulasseth

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

"Do I look to be in a gaming mood?"

"As much as on any other day. As though you are ever in the spirit for games, Khamul."

the-secondchief

[the-secondchief]

  Groaning in pleasure, he moved his lips from Angmar’s and down his neck, raking his teeth over the warm skin and sucking on his collarbone. His hands trailed from the marks he had made and over his hips, moving to rub along the outside of the other’s trousers and brush against his member. Khamul cursed loudly when he felt Angmar’s hand work along his length, involuntarily tightening his hand as he cupped his commander’s. 

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

In the name of the Lord of All! He had control, but only just. Khamul was barely a step behind. He bent his head back to provide better access and, thoughtlessly, Angmar pushed his hips forward, grinding against the Easterling’s hand, and at the same time upped his pace a notch, trailing curved fingers up and down the hardened shaft in his grasp. 

[the-secondchief]

Khamul continued moving his lips over Angmar’s neck, leaving a trail of dark bruises and red spots. He thrust his hips into the other’s hand, groaning. Knowing he had almost won back his dominance, his hand teasingly rubbed along his trousers, nimble fingers giving small squeezes every few moments as his lips curled into a smirk against his skin. “Do you enjoy this, my lord?” He purred, an almost mocking tone to his voice.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

It was rough. It was almost animalistic, feral in blind lust. Angmar found himself getting caught up in it. His second-in-command had skill with that hand of his, reflected the Witch-King, but he had not lost all his will. “Don’t be impertinent, Khamul,” he hissed, giving the shaft in his grasp a warning squeeze to emphasize his point, “lest I be tempted to leave you wanting.”

[the-secondchief]

"Impertinent?" He questioned, gasping when he felt Angmar's hand tighten around him, his own hand involuntarily mimicking the action. "Hardly. I meant no insult, I was merely... pointing out the obvious." He added through clenched teeth. It was a struggle to maintain composure. He wanted him. No, he needed him, and it was that painful need that drove him to smooth words and comments as he attempted to forget his desires.