[His master consumes his every sense as he fucks himself on Adar's still-hard cock. He aches at every touch, yet cannot bring himself to try to pull away or even look away from the bewitching image before his eyes. Every single visible bit of him, even the flaming eyes is captivating, he wants to forget nothing. He wants to drown in the glory of this moment, of the sight of him. Adar's moans and gasps rise with every grind of hips that makes him ache and feel overused.
Yet regret begins to creep back when his master speaks, the language not just falling easily to his misshapen ears but seeming to snake possessively around him and his mind. He tries to resist the words, because as much as he was Sauron's he was also his own being again, but every time he gains purchase back in his own mind he is overwhelmed again in body and can think of nothing else. His hands grip Sauron's smooth, firm thighs but do not try to impede him, nails just pressing almost hard enough to cut into that smooth skin.
Sauron had been playing with him like he was just a puppy before, but now the wolf was truly at the door, teeth and all.]
My lord, I couldn– [Except he could, he could, he could probably go a dozen times or more if that was what Sauron wanted because it was like his body was seized by the command and his hips rise to meet his lords, and in a few short thrusts after the command that might as well have grabbed him by the throat, Adar comes again, his body arching, toes curling, the entire overwhelming thing that tosses him into a state of openness, of vulnerability he didn't normally carry. His cries much louder than before. Nothing measured or ordered was left about him.]
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Yet regret begins to creep back when his master speaks, the language not just falling easily to his misshapen ears but seeming to snake possessively around him and his mind. He tries to resist the words, because as much as he was Sauron's he was also his own being again, but every time he gains purchase back in his own mind he is overwhelmed again in body and can think of nothing else. His hands grip Sauron's smooth, firm thighs but do not try to impede him, nails just pressing almost hard enough to cut into that smooth skin.
Sauron had been playing with him like he was just a puppy before, but now the wolf was truly at the door, teeth and all.]
My lord, I couldn– [Except he could, he could, he could probably go a dozen times or more if that was what Sauron wanted because it was like his body was seized by the command and his hips rise to meet his lords, and in a few short thrusts after the command that might as well have grabbed him by the throat, Adar comes again, his body arching, toes curling, the entire overwhelming thing that tosses him into a state of openness, of vulnerability he didn't normally carry. His cries much louder than before. Nothing measured or ordered was left about him.]