Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness's Retribution ❯ Consequences ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Author's note: Here is what you all have been dreading. This is a rather graphic sex scene between Rumil and Grima. I am not sure that it is all that well written being that it is my first attempt at such a thing so please be nice to me. If the thought of Grima doing this to Rumil really is not what you want to read, then by all means LEAVE! If you didn't see this coming
then you were not reading the first installments. For everyone else, please review and tell me what you think.







Part Three: Consequences



Saruman again turns and walks towards the door. "I hope that you two enjoy getting to know one another without my overbearing presence," he comments before walking out of the room. Rumil stares at where he had just been standing and wonders at why he is distressed that the Istari has gone. He then realizes that without Saruman in there, the setting of the room was moreintimate. A shudder runs through his body. Grima could not be planning what he fears the mortal is planningcould he? Rumil turns back towards Grima and finds that his husband is staring at him lustfully. Rumil tries to sit up quickly but finds that his strength is still gone.
"Don'twhatever you have plannedjust don't," he tells him.
"What makes you think I am going to obey you?" Grima demands.
"Because I have the power to make your life rather miserable," Rumil says sourly. He knows that he is more than likely fibbing but he is loath to have the greasy-haired thing anywhere near him.
"And, pray tell, how can you make my life miserable?" Grima asks.
"I'll find a way. I promise you this you putrid piece of orc dung, " he growls back. Grima
is not at all pleased with what was said about him.
"Really? Is that what you think of me? Well then, I guess it is time I gave you a new view of this 'putrid piece of orc dung' as you have so named me," Grima answers in that sickly sweet tone that makes Rumil's blood freeze. He really should have just kept his opinion to himself on the matter of his husband. He hated above all things to consider the pale skinned creature his husband but the bond forced him to. Truth be told, he would rather be bonded to an orc. At least the stupid creature would hurry up and end his life.
"How do you plan on changing my views of you, mortal?" he stupidly asks. The way Grima's eyes light up explains the mortal's plans more clearly then any verbal explanation. Rumil's heart drops low into his stomach. He had really done
himself in now. Why oh why could he not just keep his tongue behind his teeth and say nothing at all?
His thoughts are scattered as Grima straddles his hips. Rumil's body instinctively bucks up trying to throw the unwanted mortal off of him. Having not yet regained his strength, Rumil finds that his endeavor is useless and only arouses his captor more. "Get off of me, you ugly, stupid, wretched excuse for a mortal man!" Rumil yells furiously without thinking. Grima looks at him in amusement.
"You truly hate me, do you not? Well, then that will make it all the sweeter when you are positively craving my touch," Grima responds.
"I would die before I wanted you!" Rumil snarls.
"That is still left to be seen, Rumil. By the time this night is over, you will be begging me to impale you," the man answers. Rumil snorts in disgust. As if that would ever happen. He is positive that the mortal cannot back his words up.
"You speak only words, mortal. You cannot prove your point," Rumil tells him not realizing that challenging Grima might not be a good thing. His outburst only makes the pale skinned man grin.
"I accept your challenge, elfling. I shall prove the error of your words," he retorts.
Rumil snorts derisively until a hand finds its way into his leggings. His blue-gray eyes widen to the size of saucers and he bucks sharply.
"What do you think you are doing?" he squeaks indignantly.
"Proving my point, husband mine," Grima responds as he begins to gently stroke Rumil's soft flesh. Rumil squeaks incoherently. He cannot believe the gall of the 'putrid piece of orc dung' currently sitting on his legs or his traitorous body's
reaction to the gentle yet insistent rubbing. To his shame, he feels himself becoming aroused at Grima's touch. "Hmm, it seems that someone is very happy with what I am doing at the moment," Grima remarks in a conversational tone. Rumil scowls at him.
"I am not begging you to take me now am I?" he snaps trying to pull his mind away from the pleasant sensations between his legs.
"Then I guess I shall have to be morepersuasive now won't I?" Grima responds. Rumil swallows hoarsely. This was not good. This realization is furthered when Grima removes his leggings all together leaving his lower body bare to the mortal's scrutiny. "My, aren't we tasty looking," he purrs. Rumil cringes and flushes shamefully. He watches in horror as Grima's head lowers.
Disgust and revulsion fill Rumil as he feels the mortal man's hot mouth encases his arousal. Pleasure also wars within him and he knows that he is losing his fight fast. His hips begin to roll forward towards that moist heat and he is powerless to stop it. Soft mewls and moans of pleasure erupt unbidden and Rumil is sure that he sees Grima's eyes sparkle triumphantly. He closes his eyes and tries desperately to focus on somethinganything but the creature showing him pleasure. Nothing comes to mind. It is as if his brain has decided to take an unprecedented hiatus and roams elsewhere leaving him to face this battle alone
and without hope of success.
Suction being applied suddenly to his aching flesh snaps him back to the present and he cries out writhing helplessly back on the bed. Grima chuckles, which only adds to his pleasure. "V-Valar d-damn y-you!" he chokes out.
"Hmm?" Grima asks while still sucking upon him. Rumil whimpers. He feels his body shivering and knows that he is close to his climax. He desperately wishes for some sudden disaster to strike and kill him within the next few minutes before he embarrasses himself thoroughly by releasing into the snake's mouth. Unfortunately, it seems that someone still wants to torture Rumil and nothing happens.
"S-stop pl-please," he begs knowing that if Grima didn't heed his pleas, he was doomed to prove the man right. Grima's response is to gently graze his teeth over the crown of Rumil's erection. Helpless to stop it, Rumil lets out a soft cry and releases into Grima's mouth. Disgusted more with himself then with then his husband, Rumil lays his head back. He looks at Grima and watches as the man swallows every drop of his seed.
"You taste sweet, rwaelaer," Grima comments. The elvish word shocks Rumil.
"Howwhat?!" he practically yells at him. Grima laughs.
"You don't serve Saruman without learning elvish," the man answers.
"I am not lustful, you despicable, disgusting, hideous excuse for a member of the second-born!" Rumil fires back.
"Is that so? Would you like me to prove you wrong yet again, meleth-nin?" he asks.
"I AM NOT YOUR LOVE!!!!" Rumil shouts.
"To you that may be true, but for meyou are indeed my love, lirimaer," he answers.
"QUIT USING ELVISH!!!! You are insulting my language, you dirty blooded damnable bastard!" Rumil shouts furiously. Grima seems more amused then angry at his insults.
"My, someone is definitely trying to fight his body's natural instincts," Grima comments.
"What, pray tell, would those instincts happen to be?" Rumil demands.
"Why, asking me to" Grima just lets his lustful look finish the sentence.
"I am not going to ask you todammit, you know already, you miserable piece of orc shit! Leave me alone, Grima. I am not going to give into your perverted wants," Rumil shouts as rage he never thought possible roils through his body.
"The night is young yet and I know that you cannot last much longer on fighting yourwants," Grima responds.
"I am not fighting anything except the revulsion I feel for you. I am not stupid enough to try and attack you knowing what I do about the bond. I will probably end up hurt and not you," Rumil hisses. Grima just laughs, which validates his earlier
remark.
The silver-haired elf is at the end of his endurance and the one weapon he has left was to keep Grima from touching him anymore and making him tire of trying to claim him. It doesn't work. "I know what you are trying to do and I applaud
your attempt. I expected no less from a captain of the Golden Wood. Your lord should be proud to have such a resilient and determined elf in his service, but alas, that shall not save you here," Grima states with a toothy grin. Rumil groans. Was there no end to this mortal's lust? Obviously not from what Rumil has observed. The man was insatiable! The worst part was that part of Rumil, the part that had never experienced such intimacy before, was indeed craving more of the man's touch. That was the sideof him that Rumil is trying desperately to rein in. Unfortunately, he is not succeeding for Grima's advances are starting to disgust him less and less as the moments go by.
It is obvious that he has lost when Grima's hand gently slips under him and he almost eagerly parts his legs and lifts them allowing the man access to his entrance. Laughter from the blue-eyed menace tells Rumil that his husband is indeed aware of his victory. He shudders as the air brushes against his sensitive flesh but he does not lower his legs. Fighting now would be useless and he couldn't do it even if he tried. His body was no longer his own to control. "Hmm, I just realized that I don't have any oiloh well, we shall do this a slightly more interesting way," Grima suddenly remarks.
"How else can this be done?" Rumil asks once again not pausing to think about the consequences of his actions.
"Why I shall use my saliva. It works just as well," Grima answers. Rumil stares at him incredulously. The mortal man could not be serious! He was jokinghe had do bedidn't he? He watches as, once again, Grima goes down between his legs.
This time he is shocked to feel Grima's tongue push into his entrance. "Iohhhh," Rumil
groans in pleasure. Whatever his complaint is drowned in the feeling of ecstasy rushing through him as Grima begins to thrust his tongue in and out of his virgin passage. "Ohhhh." He struggles to think coherently without much success. All he can focus on is the pleasure that Grima is bestowing upon him.
Grima pulls away after a few moments and Rumil whimpers in protest. "What do you want?" Grima asks knowing full well the affect he was having on the silver-haired Galadhrim.
"N-no," Rumil gasps out as he tries to regain himself. Grima reaches between his thighs and begins to gently stroke his aroused flesh.
"What is it that you burn for?" he whispers silkily. Rumil squeezes his eyes shut. This was not happening. This could not be happening. He was not about to give in and ask this hideous creature to take him.
"I-I" Rumil cannot finish the sentence as hot tears fill his eyes. Pure need wars within him and he struggles to find any strength to resist with no luck. He squeezes his eyes shut. 'Valar, forgive me,' he thinks, 'I hope I can forgive myself for this weakness in meI hate you Grima and one of these days I will be free and you will die!' "Please," he whispers looking into Grima's dark blue eyes.
"Please, what?" Grima responds.
"Take me," Rumil says as his tears of need and shame finally spill down his pale cheeks. He looks away unwilling to see his mate's triumphant expression.
"All you had to do was ask," Grima comments before slowly pushing a finger into his passage. Rumil lets out a small whimper of displeasure at intrusion. "Shh, relax. It will hurt a little bit," Grima tells him in an almost tender voice that is so unlike the mortal. Rumil closes his eyes and forces his body to relax and finds that the pain did lessen with time. Once he is accustomed to that finger Grima adds another and then, a third. Rumil writhes and bucks up as the mortal's questing fingers brush up against a spot that sends wave upon wave of hot pleasure coursing through him.
Again he whimpers in protest once the fingers are removed but it is a short-lived one as Grima unclothes himself and presses something hotter and thicker into his passage. Rumil cries out loudly as with one stroke Grima hits that clutter of
nerve-endings. His body bucks up sharply taking him deeper. Grima leans down and grasps his hips before starting to thrust sharply in and out of Rumil's body.
Rumil has never before felt such pleasure at the hands of another and he is loath to see it end. Deep down he knows that come morning, he was going to have to face the realization of what he has allowed the man to do to him but for now, he just focuses on the ecstasy flowing through his veins. His eyes close as he relaxes completely against Grima and lets him lay claim to his body.