[
Setting the scene:
the events of this chapter take place before the arrival of Gandalf, Aragorn, and Gimli. Béma is the Rohirric name for the Vala Oromë.]
24 February 3019 (Third Age), Edoras
In a burst of frustrated energy, he flew at Éowyn, whipping her around and flinging her onto the bed.
She did not resist.
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He'd excited her, he'd given her the orgasm she so desperately needed and
so
many more, all the while playing her body like master might play a finely tuned instrument.
But he was still Wormtongue, still her enemy, and couldn't be allowed to have all that he wanted, nor to have anything at all on his own twisted terms. She'd permitted herself certain degradations, she'd accepted the consuming nature of her inexorable lusts, and she might tease him up to and then beyond his tolerance, but she would
not
submit to him in full. While she wasn't yet done with this encounter — or, at least, she didn't
want
to be done — while kneeling before him and hearing him beg she finally understood another of his uncomfortable truths: she possessed untapped sexual power. She knew the glorious danger of it, but henceforth she would own it. And despite her shame and humiliation, despite her reluctance to acknowledge it, despite his loathsome character and appearance, he
had
given her that power. Or, more precisely, revealed that which was already within her.
And now she would use that power.
Lying on the bed where he'd flung her, torso angled upward by her elbows, legs bent and slightly spread, hair a wild and sweaty tangle, breasts rising and falling as her lungs took in air, she regarded him with a mysterious, speculative expression. From across the room he attempted to match her mood, his momentary rage giving way to renewed lust as he scanned her exquisite form.
She closed her eyes. Thinking. Straining. Agonizing. And then resolving.
I know what I want. Though I deny it a thousand times, though I curse the urge and its source, though I still hate him with every drop of blood in my veins, my body speaks otherwise. May I someday forgive myself for this descent into madness...
She turned over, raising her hindquarters and widening her legs. On all fours, ass elevated to his gaze, she resembled a golden-maned filly, wild and waiting to be tamed. She cocked her head, giving him a sideways glance through the curtain of her hair, then settled onto her elbows.
Waiting....
With a strangled cry he rushed towards her, covering the distance between them in an instant. His steely manhood probed between her swollen lips.
She slid forward, reaching between her thighs to grip his cock, arresting its forward progress, then sank towards the bed and released him.
This angle is more difficult, but I can manage it.
He lowered himself and tried again.
She drew even closer to the coverlet, legs tucked beneath her.
He finally understood.
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Wormtongue stroked his fingertips over the globes of her ass, then pulled her flanks upward. She was taller than him, and much of that height was in her legs, but she came partway back to her original position.
Her cunt was, as always, an unending source of lubrication, and he drew it forth to coat his cock with her clinging wetness while she writhed in pleasure at his probing. Deeper he searched with two fingers for more cream that, once collected, he slathered over the spasming ring of her anus. Again he pushed deep inside her pussy, drawing forth gouts of fresh nectar, which he abruptly forced through her gripping sphincter and into her tight channel. That she may have felt reluctance or even pain at the sudden intrusion mattered little to him.
It didn't matter to her, either, for she felt no more hesitation.
This is what I want.
Nestling the head of his rod between her breathtaking cheeks, quivering in anticipation, he tensed, then drove forward with all his strength. In an instant, her ass was skewered to his root. Her agonized cry of pain and pleasure melded was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard.
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The last vestiges of her resistance mounted a final, desperate rebellion.
I can't truly want this
, she thought to herself as he impaled her
. No one could.
He's forced me into this act before, and now he's doing it again. This is what
he
wants, not me. I'm under one of his bewitchments. It's out of my control. It must be. I would never choose this.
There's naught here but horror and wrongness. It must be an act of calculated desperation on my part, biding time until I have a chance get what I truly want. Submitting to his foul lusts long enough to disarm him, and then...and then....
I needn't submit to this degradation. I shouldn't. I won't. I could leave at any time. I will. I'll leave. I'll leave right now....
...and yet...and yet...ohhhh, Béma forgive me, I
do
want this. What evil befalls me? How can I possibly enjoy this? What sickness festers within, that I should find pleasure in such perversity?
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At first, he neither punished nor pummeled her ass, he merely took it in full with long, steady strokes. Nor could she deny her pleasure at the possession any longer, though the sharp ache of his initial entry lingered, and her soft cries filled the room. Juices flowed unhindered from her pussy, and her breasts ached with inattention. But all she knew...all she could feel...in the moment was his relentless penetration of her anal canal. Shame threatened to overwhelm her, but she put it aside and rocked back against his impaling phallus, slapping her taut cheeks against his thighs, each impact waving away the fading memory of pain.
His thrusts increased in speed and aggression, and her hips slowly angled down and forward under his increasingly powerful rectal assault. Soon she was no longer on her knees, but flat on the bed. Legs splayed, her anus submitted with more resistance but no less eagerness to the cyclic drilling of his cock, abrading an even tighter channel than before. She trembled, gasping with improbable pleasure. At the end of a particularly forceful thrust into her colon, he paused for a moment, reveling in triumph, and the brief respite allowed her sensations to coalesce and then shatter as an orgasm consumed her.
He didn't let up again. Pumping, penetrating, thrusting,
taking
. Her ass became the means by which he would have his satisfaction, with her participation or in her despite, and as she understood this in full clarity she writhed through another climax. Still he continued, driving her into the bed, forcing helpless cries of submission from her drooling mouth. He pinned her, spiking her in place with each hammering thrust, until all she could do was yowl in ecstasy.
Her mind clouded, drifting back into the comforting fantasy of the night before.
Anything to flee who I'm actually with.
This time, however, her body responded to her endless line of anal assailants. Time and again she came to orgasm as they rutted away in her ass; at least one per partner, and often many more. Every thrust became an opportunity for release. But just as she was falling into a rhythm she was forcefully poled back into consciousness. Wormtongue was gripping her hips with claw-like fingers, yanking her onto his rod in search of ever-deeper penetration, as if he felt a desperate need to spit her straight through to the coverlet.
It was the most amazing thing she'd ever felt.
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Riding the crest of yet another round of her seemingly endless anal contractions, he felt his legs start to cramp. Nearly crazed, he slipped from her ass with an obscene pop, panting from the raw physicality of their rutting. She reared backward, futilely grasping for his suddenly absent cock, desperate to have it back inside her. He pulled her from the bed, dragging her with great effort and little kindness to a nearby table. Under the urgent direction of his hands, she compliantly bent over its surface, and from behind he immediately reentered her rear passage, rooting her with long, smooth strokes.
With the greater freedom afforded by his standing position, he could penetrate her ever more aggressively, and the urge to do so quickly overcame his desire to prolong the insane pleasure. He grabbed the sides of her ass, harshly squeezing them into handles for his use, then doubled the pace of his pistoning. Faster. Harder. And faster still. Savaging her rectum like an animal. Slaking his uncontrollable need by ravaging and ruining her anus. He sawed her, he impaled her, he violated her, but more than anything he relentlessly and unceasingly
fucked
her as if she was no more than a hole designed to accept — to
need
— his cock.
And she took it. In truth she reveled in it, shrieking like a beast facing imminent slaughter.
It should have been over in seconds, given the intensity of their coupling. But for both of them, an elevated, almost unconscious state of pure ecstasy was reached, staving off the end of pleasure, and for what may have been mere minutes or an impossible hour, suffused with a heretofore incomprehensible energy that was
still
just barely enough to match hers, he pounded her as if to destroy and reshape her anal canal with hundreds upon hundreds of brutal penetrations.
Her cries became a constant wail, a ululating delirium, and judging by the unending contractions around his cock she was being rendered insensible by an eternal chain of orgasms. Not once, however, did she attempt to dislodge him; rather, she reached behind to spread her undulating cheeks wider, silently begging for a deeper and more unforgiving impalement than even his most furious hammering could provide. Overcome by his utter dominance of her body, by the need to violate her more profoundly than before, he violently slapped and spanked her upthrust ass until his climax became inevitable. With a triumphant roar that shook the walls, he pumped what felt like gallons of his seed deep in her bowels. Over and over he ejaculated while she screamed in ecstatic pleasure and pain.
As he withdrew in shuddering exhaustion, dizzily staggering backward, a thick gout of semen erupted from her anus. Rivulets of cum began oozing out, running down her legs or splashing to the floor with an obscene noise. And it kept coming, as if he'd emptied several months' worth of thick cream into the depths of her ass.
