[ His cries reach for the out-of-sight ceiling with every rutting roll and he sits up to gather his hair, arms folded as he grips his locks and leaves the rhythm to his hips. Adar's plea makes him bite his lip (surely he feels pain, surely) and it prompts Sauron to flex his thighs so he can drive down properly crying out in pleasure, the sinuous writhing of his hips a greedy, self-indulgent thing, working over his general. ]
Lat zaug kramp kuluk izg nargzab, [ fiery eyes focus on Adar, reaping their way into turmoiled thoughts, ] amukhparhor izg nargzab.
[ There, he gasps, driving down, mouth agape and caught on golden strands of hair. There, there, there, yesyesyes. Sauron bares his teeth, sharper than before, wolflike. ]
Rad skaat urzku ishi izish, izg frum lat can. Izg draagh lat!
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crying out in pleasure, the sinuous writhing of his hips a greedy, self-indulgent thing, working over his general. ]Lat zaug kramp kuluk izg nargzab, [ fiery eyes focus on Adar, reaping their way into turmoiled thoughts, ] amukhparhor izg nargzab.
[ There, he gasps, driving down, mouth agape and caught on golden strands of hair. There, there, there, yesyesyes. Sauron bares his teeth, sharper than before, wolflike. ]
Rad skaat urzku ishi izish, izg frum lat can. Izg draagh lat!