Friday

I park my car and get a couple of grocery bags from the trunk. It's the Halloween weekend, and I'm beyond hyped to celebrate my favorite holiday this year. Maybe the tall, dark stranger in my apartment got something to do with it.

I lock myself into my apartment, calling out "Hello, I'm back!" I can hear the TV and the sound of his footsteps. He comes walking into the hall, shirtless and sexy af. I bite my lip. The jeans I got him hangs low on his hips, happy trail and sex lines prominent. I almost drop my grocery bags. I hate to leave him to his own devices when I'm off to work or have to run errands, but I love coming home to him, finding him like this.

"Hi'," he says huskily, giving me a kiss. "Let me take those." He grabs the bags, walking into the kitchen. I follow close behind, taking off my jacket, and check my hair and make-up in the hall mirror.
"I got you some of those Oreos you like. The Halloween ones, with vanilla. They're even better," I say when I enter the kitchen. He's already found them. I've taught him how to eat them; to part them and scrape off the filling, and if you got milk, dunk 'em. He pours a glass of milk, dipping the cookie into it. I watch as he brings the treat to his lips, how he licks them, and feel a rush of lust sweep through my body. Eating Oreo cookies is so mundane, but when you're a tall, lean creature with scarred, tortured skin, pointy ears, and long, dark hair; carrying secrets of a place I didn't know existed, a past I'll never understand and a future uncertain, it becomes hella exciting, and he can tell. He's an uruk, and right now that uruk is looking at me with devilish bedroom eyes.

He puts down the glass of milk, walking over to me while breaking an Oreo apart. He holds out the part with filling to me, and I run my tongue over it, tasting the vanilla. "Mmmm," I purr.
He licks at it too. "Might be sweet, but I know something that tastes sweeter," he growls, pulling me closer, towering over me. He cups my face in his hands, leaning down to kiss me. I moan.
"I've been thinking about you all day," he croons. "Last night was..."
"Last night we broke the bed," I chuckle. He seriously demolished me with raw desire, making me come so intensely, I nearly fainted. "But, yeah, last night was fucking epic." I run my tongue over his lips and he groans.
"You make me so hard, tinco nís," he whispers against my lips before he kisses me sultry, lashing his tongue against mine. I whimper with want, pressing him against me, tangling my fingers into his hair, tugging and caressing.
We stumble against the counter, his hands all over me, his tongue probing my mouth with fervor, and my lower half doing somersaults in anticipation of what comes next. He tugs my top up and over my head, kissing my neck, nipping at it, his hands grabbing my black lacy bra. He bends down, biting and sucking at my peaked nipples through the lace, drawing endless moans from me. When he brings his lips to mine again, I'm so ready to feel him inside me, I start to tear at his pants. I can feel his smirk against my lips, his rigid manhood against my pelvis. He turns me around, grabbing my leather leggings, pulling them down slowly. My panties follows next, and I can hear him growl behind me.
"So wet, my darling," he says, my damp panties in his hands. "You smell so fucking tantalizing," he gnarls, bringing his hand between my legs. He teases my wet slit with his fingers, and I mewl.
"Adar, please, fuck me!" I plead. "I want you inside me." I bend down over the counter, allowing him better access, and he does not hesitate. I feel his cock slide inside my cunt and I squeal with satisfaction.
"God, yessss," I purrr.
He grabs my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, fucking me hard and steady. I revel at the sensation of his massive cock sliding inside me with eager desire. My hands are sprawled out on the counter, trying to find something to hold on to. Suddenly I spot one of my neighbors in the opposite window. I don't really know her, other than she's got no life and that she's made it her mission to save my corrupted soul because I listen to heavy metal. And now that I've brought a long-haired son of the dark into my house, with pointy ears, skin as pale as moonlight, and dark veins and scars adorning his skin and skull, she's closer than ever to calling a priest.
I smirk at her. "We've got an audience," I say, and Adar looks over my shoulder.
"Indeed we do," he says roughly while grabbing my arms, folding them behind my back. My front is face down on the counter, his shaft so hard, I can barely stand. He fucks me with such intent I start to scream.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna come," I pant.
"Not yet," Adar growls. "We haven't given her a run for her money yet."
I look up, and the woman's still watching. I don't blame her. I'd make myself popcorn and enjoy the show if I was her. The last thing I see before Adar withdraws his length, spinning me around to lift me on top the counter, is her biting her fist.

Adar rams his cock inside me again and I cry out with raveous hunger for him to finish me off.
"God, I love your cock," I pant. "It's so, ahhh, so, ohhh, god, so... ahhhh, perfect!!" I manage to stutter my praise in-between his thrusts. We've fucked countless times since he came into my life, each time as mind-blowing as the last. He's all I can think about, even when we're in the same room. Adar crashes his lips against mine, kissing me so deeply while his hands roam down my back, grabbing my backside to press me harder against him. My legs are so widely spread, and he keeps pounding against my clit, I'm about to combust.
He kisses my neck, biting at it, licking it, and I moan like a cat in heat. "She's still watching?" I ask.
"Yes," Adar growls. I look at the fiendish glare he sends her.
"Bite my neck," I command.
"I already have," he smirks.
"Till it bleeds," I give him a zealous look.
"Yes, tinco nís." He snarls, sinking his teeth into my neck.
I scream in sweet agony at his bite, feeling the warm liquid running down my neck and chest.
He chuckles. "She's gone. Pulled the curtains closed."
I giggle. "Poor woman, she needs to get laid."
When he lifts his head to look at me, my blood coating his mouth, I yelp. He looks down right savage and he's all mine. He licks his lips. "Everything about you tastes enthralling; your lips..." He kisses me. "Your blood..." He runs his tongue over my neck. "You tits..." He grabs my left breast, squeezing, leaning down to suckle at my nipple.
I arch my back, moaning. "Your..." he withdraws his cock, kneeling before me. "Your cunt. Mmmmm," he slides his tongue over my slit before sliding it inside me.
"Have mercy! Adar, fucking finish me," I yell.
He stands up, grabbing his cock. His look is fervid when he shoves his length inside me again, bottoming out. I reach for him, to bring his face to mine, to have at his lips. I just want to melt with him. We make out like crazy, panting so hard, tension about to undo us both.
He growls against my lips, approaching fast, just like me. "God, ahhhh, ohhhh, yessss," I scream. "Fuck, yesssss! I'm coming!" Adar roars like a wild beast, coming too. He's holding me so tight, fucking me so hard, I convulse around his shaft with such intensity, I feel like leaving my body. Stars dance before my eyes, my ears ringing, my legs shaking and I can't stop moaning at the rapture searing through my body. I never want this to end.

Adar keeps thrusting, sending me over the edge again. God, the vigor he possesses. I claw at his back, my tongue dancing with his. "I love you," I moan. "I'm forever yours."
"Mine," Adar growls. "Yours. I love you, my darling."

We kiss for ages, me still on the counter, him between my legs. When we finally manage to break apart to surface for air, Adar carries me into the bathroom. I look like a hot mess, blood smeared several places, make-up smudged, hair sticking out at odd angles. God, he can fuck me good.

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We shower and get dressed even though we really don't want to cover up and do anything else than do it again. I watch Adar put on a distressed Type O Negative sleeveless shirt that I got from a second hand store. He looks so damn fine with his damp hair and muscular arms, I can hardly wait till we're at it again. He's turned me into a sex maniac. It's a wonder I can even function normally, always horny, always wet, visions of him and I doing the dirty deed all over the place. When I'm at work, I have to will myself to get through the day's agenda so I don't end up losing my job. I've been vague with my friends for the past couple of months, telling them I've met someone, but I haven't introduced them to him or let them come by my place. No, I've been trying somewhat hard to conceal the fact that I have an uruk in my home.

I don't care about the woman accross the street, people will think her mad, but I can't hide him forever. He's not meant to be locked up in my apartment. He came here for a reason, a reason he can't remember, and I doubt fucking each other silly helps, but at least we're testing that theory quite often.

I put on a black bodycon dress. If I was alone, I'd have put on sweats and a large shirt, but I'm not, I got a hauntingly beautiful creature in my home, and I want to look my best for him. I put on some long-lasting blood-red lipgloss. Knowing us, it would be smeared across both our faces in no time if it wasn't resilient to hard core smooching.

He comes up behind me as I finish my lippy. He snakes his arms around me, kissing my neck. I sigh. "No, Adar, we got work to do," I state.
"Then why get all pretty for me," he purrs against my ear, making me tremble.
"Oh, this old thing?" I turn around in his arms, giving him a sloppy kiss.
"I'm an old thing," Adar says, looking into my eyes. "I feel ancient."
I know he must be, his eyes tells many a tale of war and torment, of loss and longing. When he found me... I think about what we've hidden in my closet...

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We clean up in the kitchen, unpacking the groceries. Since it's dark outside, I ask Adar to come downstairs to help me get the rest.
"The rest? How many are you going to feed?" he wonders.
"It's the Halloween weekend! Kids will be coming by asking for treats, and we deserve a treat or two as well, don't you think?" I smile at him.
"More Oreos?" he asks optimisticly.
"Of course! And I'll bake a pumpkin pie! And make candy apples! And horror cupcakes! Oh, I love Halloween!" I clap my hands together, so eager to get on with decorating and making treats. Adar chuckles. "Can't wait to see what this Halloween is all about. Your excitement is infectious."
"Oh, just prepare youself! Come Tuesday next week, you'll be so worn out from treats and constant sugar high, you won't be able to function propely for a week!" I give him a quick kiss, heading for the door.

I send Adar on his way with a big pumpkin and bag full of candy while getting the last bags myself. I almost drop them when the woman next door suddenly stands on the pavement, looking intently at me.

"God, you scared me!" I yell at her.
"Don't you take the Lord's name in vain!" she utters, pointing her bony finger at me. "I know what's going on up there, you satanic slut!" she points her finger to my building next.
"That man... he's, he's no man, he's...."
"And you would know, wouldn't you? You sure got a good eyeful today," I give her a wicked smirk.
"He's proabably a demon you've summoned," she crosses herself.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I did! I used an app called Hunks from Hell to conjure him. Uploaded my profile and boom, he appeared, a 110% match, able to please every inch of my body. You should try it. Might help you relax." I mean to leave.
"I've never..." she starts saying, but shuts up, inhaling sharply, acute fear spreading across her features.
I look up, and there's Adar. To me he's a sexy, twisted looking elf, but I can understand why an older lady might get scared. He's got a brooding look on his face, arms crossed.
"Oh, for fuck's sake! Adar, come here." I put down my bags and wave him over. Adar walks towards me. I take his hand and lead him towards the woman. She's shivering. "Adar, this is... Sorry, I don't think I know your name," I say to the elderly lady.
She is stunned now, not that I don't know her name, but that I'm actually introducing her to this beast.
"I-i-i-it's Margreth," she stutters.
"Right," I nod. "Okay, Margreth this is Adar, Adar this is Margreth."
Adar reaches out his hand, but the Margreth doesn't budge, frozen by fear.
"He doesn't bite," I say.
"I've just witnessed that he does," Margreth counters, looking at my neck.
"Only if instructed," Adar adds, giving her a crooked smile.
I slap him playfully, and he puts his other arm around me. I smile up at him.
The older woman looks at Adar's outreached hand, his nails long and sharp. I need to paint them black for Halloween, I think to myself.
"If you only knew what he did for me, you'd look at him differently," I tell her.
She looks at me, at Adar, to me again and reluctantly shakes his still outstretched hand.
"Nice to meet you," Adar says.
"Uhm, you too," Margreth mumbles.
"Whatever you might think, we're not satanic, I just happen to like harder music and black clothes. It doesn't make me, or him, evil. We're people just like you. Well..." I glance up at Adar, who's tucking his hair behind his pointy ear, the deep scar on his skull showing.
"Anyway, think better of us. We're not doing demonic rituals, just carving pumkins and baking a pie," I give her a sincere smile.
"I guess I was too quick to judge a book by it's cover," Margreth says.
"Do not judge, or you too will be judged," I quote, making my neighbor wide-eyed.
"Indeed," she nods.

"What a strange woman," Adar says when we're back inside.
"Tell me about it. Well, at least we know the name of our Peeping Tom," I reply.
"Peeping Tom?" Adar asks.
"Someone who looks through windows at someone having sex, walking around naked, stuff like that. If she's appalled, she can just close the curtains. But no, Sister Margreth here is a horny old broad. We better find her a date," I snicker.

We unpack the rest of the supplies I've gotten, and Adar helps me to get the Halloween decorations from my storage room. I put on some music and start to unbox and decorate. I twirl around, overtaken by the slow heavy beat and Peter Steele's deep vocals.
"That's the band on my shirt, right?" Adar asks inspecting the vinyl cover.
"Yes, it is! I've thought you well." I put up some fake cobweb crawling with plastic spiders before I make my way over to Adar, taking his hand.
"Dance with me," I purr, and he's quick to oblige. We've been listening to music a lot, even dancing. Adar's a quick study; The uruk's got rhythm. We slow dance, body's rubbing against each other, his hands running up and down my body. I know if we don't break apart, we'll end up on the couch next.
"No, not yet, we got so much to do!" I state. He gives me a sultry look, but I try my best to ignore him. I do bend teasingly over to pick up another decoration though, letting my dress slip up to reveal I'm not wearing any underwear. Adar growls.
"What, at the rate you've been tearing my panties asunder, it's more economical to go bare," I explain brazenly. "Besides..." I bend over again. "Easy access."
Adar stomps over to me, snagging the skeleton from my hands, cupping my face in his hands and crash his lips against mine. I moan and melt into him straight away.
He's just thrown me down on the couch, Halloween to do list be damned, when my phone rings. I sigh, trying my best to disregard it, but I know the ring tone. It's my best friend. I doubt I'm hers since Adar came into my life, so maybe I should answer...

"I really need to take this call," I say to Adar, turning about in his arms to grab my phone from the table. He's not making it easy for me, hands claiming my body. I'm a panting mess when I finally manage to answer.
"He-he-hello!" I stammer.
"Yo, Mina, this is your former BFF calling! Just kidding, but I swear, if you haven't picked up, I would never have called you again. You've been brushing me off for weeks! No one's that swamped with work! So what's up?" Tara, my friend since college wants to know.
"I was just putting up some Halloween decorations," I reply just as Adar slides his hand under my dress. "STOP!" I mouth to him. God, the look he gives me is feral, and I'm starting to sweat.
"So that you got time for, huh?" Tara huffs.
"You know how I love Halloween," I explain.
"Yeah, but do you not love your bestie anymore?" Tara asks, her tone inquisitive.
"Of course I do! It's just been very hectic at work, and you know I've met someone," I start saying.
"That's why I'm calling. You got one chance to redeem our friendship, and that is to accept the invitation to my Halloween party tomorrow night. Short notice, you say? Yes, because I didn't want to give you too much time to make up an excuse why not to come. Now, you better come and bring Mr. Mystery Man with you," Tara commands.
Adar's fingers are toying with one of the straps on my dress, pulling it off my shoulder. When he starts to kiss my neck, I sigh sharply.
"You're not alone, are you? Jeez, you better be glowing brighter than the sun tomorrow night after all the action you've must have gotten, ignoring me these past weeks. You've been such a shitty friend, but like I said, I am willing to forgive you if you just come to my Halloween party and bring that guy with you! Caroline and I are dying to know who it is. We'll start to stalk you if you don't come. We've been understanding enough, don't you think?"
I know my friends too well, and I do know they'll start to really pry if we don't come. I've put the introduction off for too long. I've kept him from the world too long. Not that he's been eager to get outside, no, he's been more than happy hanging ut in my small apartment, watching trash TV and trying to figure things out. Trying to learn mundane things, dos and don'ts. Not being able to keep his hands to himself, touching my womanhood when I'm on the phone, is a big don't, but who am I to correct him?
"Alright, we'll come!" I declare, grabbing Adar's wrist before he's able to slip two digits inside me. "WAIT!" I mouth to him. He grins, twisting his hand free, fingers finding their mark. Oh god, have mercy. I gasp, trying to fend him off, but not really. Why am I so utterly defenseless against him?! Because he's a sexy, savage uruk, and lord, does he know his stuff.
"Is it Kevin from the office? No, it's Charlie, right? Right??" Tara guesses.
I stifle a moan. "No, it's no one you know," I say breathy, looking at Adar. "Ahh, he's... He's not what you'd expect. But if you really know me, he's exactly what you'd expect," I manage to say before covering up the microphone to moan. "God, you fiend!" I say to him. It's so good, yet so wrong, I'm on the fuckin' phone! My eyes roll back in my skull.
"Omg, he's someone famous. One of your longhaired rocker crushes. Omg, you groupie," Tara squeals.
I have to get off the phone before Adar gets me off.
"You'll just have to wait and see. We'll be there at nine. Thanks for inviting us! I-hhh, I-hhhh, I have to go! Bye!" I hear Tara say good-bye just before I hang up. I throw my phone away, pulling Adar towards me. "No where were we?"

We make-out like crazy while he fingers me till I come, screaming out in ecstasy, panting so hard I think I'm gonna pass out. His fingers come away wet, and he rumbles words I do not know; "Such ukweeav necavar." He sucks at his fingers and I get horny all over again. He's ruined me for other men and I tell him. "I never knew I could be such a slut," I chuckle. "But around you I feel no shame. You enrapture me time and time again, bringing me to new heights of pleasure each time. If you ever decide to go back to where you came from, please take me with you, I don't think I can stand being away from you." I kiss him deeply.
"If I ever remember my purpose, and how to go back, I'd never go without you. I'd make you my queen. You're already my queen, tinco nís. You have spellbound me and I am at your service. Your pleasure is my pleasure. I live for your moans, your lips, your curves. I might not remember my past, but you are my future." He kisses me back, ever so deep, before he wraps me in his arms, holding me tight.
"I'll do anything for you, my lady." Adar murmurs.
"Even going to a Halloween party?" I ask.
"Yes, where you go, I'll go. I think it's time I explored the world outside. I can't keep hiding. Maybe I can find some answers."
"I doubt Tara and Caroline will be able to help you, but we'll take it day by day. As long as I get to spend my time with you, I don't care what we're doing."
"I know what we have been doing," Adar coos.
"Fucking like rabbits?" I giggle. "Yes, we sure have."
Adar pulls me in for a sloppy kiss, and I respond tenfold. It's a miracle we manage to decorate the apartment before we fall onto my broken bed.