Saturday

I manage to get out of bed without waking Adar. If it's been any other day, I'd already be sliding down on his shaft for a morning quickie, but I got a million things to do. Besides, he looks so peaceful and gorgeous, I don't want to disturb him. I put on a large t-shirt and put my hair up in a bun, heading for the kitchen. I need to bake cupcakes and make candy apples.

The radio plays at a low volume, old rock songs from the 60s sounding along with my cheerful humming. How can I not be happy when I happen to share my home with a devastatingly hot and handsome uruk? He's fierce and protective, kind and gentle, but oh so rough and raw when needed. We need to fix my bed soon, I think while making coffee.

Creepy sweet Halloween cupcakes are gently put on a tray on the counter and candy apples are left to set. I'm proud of my work and plan to start baking the pumpkin pie next, no time to waste. I find the recipe in a vintage cookbook I own and start collecting the ingredients. I reach for some nutmeg on a higher shelf, my shirt lifting, exposing my backside. Suddenly I feel someone grabbing me from behind. "Morning, Tarinya," Adar whispers into my ear, goosebumps spreading all over my skin. I love when he speaks words that sounds like music or all gutteral like some distorted spell, it always makes me wonder where he must have come from. What he's seen, learned, what skills he must possess other than being an incredible lover. I've witnessed some of them of course, thinking back to two months ago... I shudder. It's behind us now, I'm safe, he's safe.

Adar's hands prowl all over my body. "What were you reaching for, my darling? First I wake to the smell of delicious baked goods, then I walk in on my tinco nís, finding her sweet ass all bare, begging for a good spank," Adar growls and I instantly start to pant, wanting him to mark my skin red.
"I actaully do have a whip," I murmur.
Adar's hold on me turns tighter, and he burries his face in the nook of my neck, breathing me in, running his tongue over my skin, the scar from his bite yesterday.
"Well, then," he says, and before I know it, he's lifting me up, throwing me over his shoulder, heading for the bedroom, already giving my tush firm slaps. I squeal in excitement. God, he's such a beast! I'll let him shred me to pieces if he wants to.

He throws me down on the bed, tearing my shirt off my body, hair bun coming undone. "Where is it?" he gnars, looking around the room.
"Second drawer on my night stand," I say breathy.
He rummage through the drawer, and while he does, I take in the sight of him; the morning light seeping in thorugh the blinds casting an ethereal glow about him, his pale skin painted by all the mangled monstrosities he's been through. The first time I saw him like that... All I see is extreme endurance and strength, a broken body made whole by defiance and purpose. To ease his pain became my purpose. I gave myself to him, I keep giving myself to him, and I'll continue to give him all I am as long as he'll have me. I look at his toned legs, thighs, the black boxer currently covering his bulging might, his muscular arms making a mess in my drawer, snooping through my personal collection of sex toys and gadgets. The look he gives me when he finds and holds up my purple rabbit vibrator makes me laugh out loud.
"What is this? Is this supposed to be a cock?" He studies it intently, sniffing at it. He growls. "Smells like you," he states, sending me a hungry look.
"It was my lover before you came into my life, now it's obsolete," I grin. "Like I told you last night, you've ruined me for other men, and my pleasurable gadgets rank below you in being able to get me off. You, my esteemed uruk, have put them all to shame."
He's found the whip, but he also brings the rabbit.
"Your cock is the only weapon I need to see stars and scream out in sin and utter satisfaction. And you've proven time and time again that your sleek fingers and savage tongue can do the job as well." I sit at the edge of the bed tugging his boxers down, his cock erected and demaning attention. "That's what I'm talking about," I purr, wrapping my hand about his shaft, pumping his lenght. He groans, tracing the whip along my skin, under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I pry my eyes from his impressive manhood, wetting my lips to indicate what I want to do next. He nods, watching me slide down on my knees to take him in my mouth. I lick the head of his serpent, pre-cum already dripping from the tip. He taste like ancient power, like sweltering flames and my darkest sins. Having him in my mouth makes me moan with a compelling need to taste his seed, and I bob my head faster, taking him fuller, almost gagging on his long lenght and great girth. He's let go of the whip and vibrator, his fingers free to tangle and tug at my hair. My own hands are wrapped around his solid thighs, sliding up to brab his firm ass and press him fully into my mouth. I gag, my eyes starting to mist, but I will not fail him, I will take him, taste him, and when he comes, roaring like a wild wonder of an unseen world, I am rewarded, his hot, salty load coating my tongue, my lips. His look is venerating, his body relaxing in my grasp.
"Tarinya," he coos, caressing my hair.
I lick my lips, getting up, already damp with desire.
"I should be rewarding you for what you just did, not punish your ass," he teases.
"Oh, I can see it in your eyes, it's exactly what you want. Do not deny that your hand crave to seize that whip and lash it against my skin, to make it burn. For me to beg you to stop. And then you will reward me."
"Am I that apparent?" Adar smirks.
"Well..." I start saying, but I'm soon rendered speechless when he presses his lips to mine, kissing me sultry. "Get down on all four, my darling," he commands.
I bite his lip before obeying, my backside facing him. He grabs the whip, caressing my skin with it at first, slapping it lightly against my flesh.
"How bad have you been?" he asks, his husky voice making me even more horny.
"So bad," I whimper. "I've been fucking this mighty uruk for two months, screaming, sinning, becoming enslaved and depraved. I want him all the time, my cunt is always wet, my mind is downright filthy. He's made me so bad and I love it."
"Sounds like you're in need of some good flogging then," Adar states. "Ten lashes for your lascivious mind!"
I hardly have time to prepare for the first strike, and I mewl at the impact. When the second one strikes, I grasp the sheets. By the fifth, my knuckles are white from fisting them around the satin sheets, nails digging into my palms. It hurts, but it hurts good. I clamor by the eight, almost ready to start pleading for mercy, but I can take it. The final lash marks my burning skin, and a hot-blooded scream leaves my lips. I collapse onto the rattling bed, my cheeks aflame with ardent love. Adar hovers over me, his hands turning me over, pinning me down on the bed.
"My queen, you show such durability for my deranged desires, I shall have to remunerate you," Adar growls, kissing me sloppy, showering my neck with wet kisses, moving ever lower down my body. He parts my legs and I can already imagine what wonders his tongue is going to work on my cunt, but he derails, and I almost sob, needing him to take my mind off my simmering flesh.
"How do you work this thing?" Adar asks, the rabbit vibrator in hand.
I show him, the purple toy buzzing in his palm.
"This was your lover before me?" he gives me an amused smile.
"It did the job," I confirm.
"I'll be the judge of that." He looks at my womanhood, parting my legs even more, inserting it slowly, my entrance wet with want. I squeal when it's fully inside me, knowing the sensation well. I start to pant, licking my lips, focusing on the humming inciting my core to overheat.
Adar is fascinated by the device that's driving me mad with moans and tension, my cunt oh so succulent. I arch my back, dancing on the edge of eruption.
"Ahhhhhhh," I cry out, grabbing the sheets. "Fuck!" I'm just about to come when he removes it from my soaked cunt, ramming himself inside me instead. He doesn't have to fuck me long before my walls clench around his shaft with extreme intensity. "Ahhhhh, sweet jesus, ahhhhhh, goooood, Adar, ahhhhhh!" I cry out, my breath sharp and ragged. He keeps thrusting, conjuring another climax, coming with me the second time. He roars his release, and I look at his beautiful face as he closes his eyes, his sexy neck taut with sexual strain. God, he's so hot! I'm still sensitive af, riding the pleasure wave, panting hard.

He collapses against me, breathing just as ragged as me. "That thing, it almost made me jealous, I want to be the one summoning your ecstasy, not some vibrating rubber." "No worries, babe, no one or nothing can make me see stars as bright as you. When you fuck me over the edge of enrapture, I feel like levitating. You're a preternatural creature fulfilling my every sexual fantasy. I'm so addicted to you, you've become my drug, and everyday I need my fill. Nothing in that drawer you turned over will ever make me feel like you make me feel." I wrap my arms around him, murmuring his name. "Mine." I kiss his hair. "Yours," he replies, lifting his head to look at me, kissing me softly.

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"Okay, let's get on with the Jack-o'-lantern!" I say when we enter the kitchen. "I need to make pumpkin puree for the pie. You can carve." I hand Adar a set of knives. "Create whatever terrible face you can think of." His look is quizzical. "Right," I say and find my phone to Google carved pumpkins. "Like this." "Oh, sure. I can carve something abhorrent," he states, doing tricks with one of the knives like is's second nature. I raise my left eyebrow. I know he can handle blades very well, but seeing him like this... He's a warrior, no doubt a leader, someone I'd follow to the ends of the earth.

I get busy getting the pie crust ready, glancing at Adar every now and then. I have to stifle a chuckle; his face is so concentrated, the tip of his tongue sticking out every so often to carve out some intricate detail I'm not allowed to see yet. At one point he looks so comical I can't help but laugh out loud.
"What?" he asks.
"Nothing," I giggle.
"Tell me, tinco nís," the small blade pointing at me.
"Nothing, it's your face, it's so focused, I've never seen you like that."
I'm glad I opted to still wear the big shirt and pull my hair back up in a bun, because the next thing I know, pumpkin pulp is hitting me straight in the face.
"Oh no, you didn't!" I shout, trying to get the goo away from my eyes. He throws another batch, and I squeal ready to retaliate. "Bad, bad uruk!" I shout as I throw an egg at him, hitting him smack in the head, the yolk running down his face. I snicker, but I'm punished with a load of pumpkin brain hitting me in the mouth. I cough, and Adar guffaws.
"I'm gonna get you!" I bawl, grabbing another egg, but on my way to get him, I slip on some pumpkin slime and head for the floor, but before I meet the hard ground, I'm saved by Adar. He slid down on his knees, catching me just in time before my head hit the ground. I stare up at him, awestruck by his speed and skills.
"You saved me!" I say. "That could have gotten ugly."
"I'll always save you, my queen," Adar smiles.
"I guess you do," I say.
He pulls me towards him, kissing me.
"God, what a mess we've made." I look around us. "What's a bit more?" I smack the egg I managed to save when falling on top of his head, laughing.
"I might be a bad uruk, but you're a bad firya," he states, a sly smile on his lips.
"Together we're dynamite!" I declare. "Though I have no idea what a firya is."
"It means human," he explains. "But you're no mere mortal. You have proven that time and time again. You held your ground were others would have run for the hills. You took me in, helped me learn your world's ways. You saved me too."
Now it's my turn to press my lips to his, kissing him repeatedly. I can't stop, won't stop.
Suddenly the oven pings, it's preheated for the pie.
"Shoot! The pie!" I stagger to my feet. "I can't cook looking like this, and neither can you." I look at his untidy hair, the disordered kitchen. "We better get cleaned up and clean the kitchen next. I guess the pie can wait till later."
"Shower-time?" Adar asks, a wicked grin on his face.
"Sower-time," I nod, knowing all to well what will happen once we're naked in the bathroom.

Adar carries me in his usual way; thrown over his shoulder. I guess it's a kink he has. We throw our dirty clothes in the hamper, making out and stumbling into the shower, getting the water on. Our sloppy kisses mingle with the hot water, Adar's hands all over me. I manage to get some shampoo into my hands and start massaging his skull. As much as I'd like to get it on, we're kinda pressed for time. We need to go and get costumes. I try to tell Adar that, but he's very determined to at least give me a thorough clean, soaping my breasts and womanhood till I'm so turned on, time be damned. "Just fuck me, you wicked thing!"
"Yes, my queen," Adar complies, his cock ready to serve. He slides into my slick cunt, doing me hard and fast from behind. I brace myself against the wall, but he bends me towards him, one hand around my neck, the other between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit. We're all tongue, spit and water, panting hard, moaning, groaning, and it does not take long before I cry out my release, my legs buckling. Adar got a strong hold on me, in every sense of the word, and comes shortly after, growling into my ear. God, I love the sounds he makes!
He leans his head against mine, resting a bit before pulling out, and I feel his load run down my thighs.
I think of the first time we fucked, how he pulled out just before he came, jizzing on my stomach instead, explaining afterwards that he didn't want to take any chances, breeding with me. I had to laugh, telling him I wouldn't have had sex with him if one of us didn't use protection. The look he gave me; "Protection?"
"If I weren't on the pill, I would have made you worn a condom." I explained.
"Condom?"
I had to find one and show him what it was. He got hard again moments later, so we decided to put it to good use.

"What are you smile at?" Adar asks.
"Oh, nothing, just thinking about the first time we made love," I simper.
"Were you now?" Adar kisses me.
"I find myself thinking about you non-stop. Everything else hardly matter anymore. That was my life before you. You are my here and now, my future. I love you so much." I swallow hard, standing in the shower all wet and vulnerable.
"Tarinya, I love you too," Adar says, giving me another kiss, more deep, more eager.
"I know my past is hidden, but my future is crystal clear; It's with you, in this world or mine. I will fight for you, for us. My heart is yours to hold." He lifts my hand to place it over his heart, and I can feel it beating forcefully.
"As mine belongs to you. You got it the night you saved me. I can never repay you, but that night I could have reached inside my chest and ripped out my heart in payment. I owe you my life, all I can give you is my love."
"And that is all I'll ever need," Adar smiles. "To have a strong and devoted queen by my side. That's why I feel brave enough to go outside today, to face what I've only watched on TV these past weeks. People are, how do you put it, fuckin' insane? And I have experienced that fist hand the night we met. But I can't go around doing what I did then, can I?"
"You certainly can not. I'm just glad no one's been asking questions. We're both in a lot of trouble if they do."
He leans down to press his forehead to mine. We're in this together.

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Sometime later we're ready to leave the apartment to go hunting for costumes. I know I have plenty of the sort to wear in my wardrobe; When you're a gothic metal chick you're always dressed the part, but Adar on the other hand; He's just got a dozen band t-shirts and a couple of jeans, a pair of boots and a worn leather jacket. I got most of it from thrift stores. My salary as a graphic designer isn't exactly sky high, but I enjoy the creative freedom, though I'm often chained to my desk and work load. Which has been the perfect excuse to avoid meeting up with my friends for the past couple of months. But tonight is the night; My ethereal uruk is meeting my girl friends. I'm so anxious, and I know Adar's nervous too.

Leaving the apartment building in broad daylight, his pale skin becomes gossamer; a woven web of dark veins and sinister scars. His high cheekbones so prominent, a sharp turn of his head will possibly cut a close passerby. He's almost a head taller than me, so lithe and well-built, the jeans snug around his legs and might, the biker jacket framing his broad shoulders just perfectly. His dark hair has grown a bit longer since we met, and it looks sleek and healthy now, blowing in the wind, his pointy ears conspicuous. I can't help glancing up at him, he's so fine.
We're holding hands, and with him by my side, I feel invincible. People gaze at us all the time, but I don't care. Even Adar seems a bit more relaxed as we make our way to the subway. He tense up again when we're ushered into a crowded passenger car. We manage to snag a seat, me sitting on his lap. His hands are on my hips, his face half burried in my hair, and I can tell he's smelling me. I turn my head to snuggle against his face, and soon we're making out. We try to control ourselves, but we're panting anyway.

"Mommy, look at his ears," I suddenly hear a young voice say.
Adar and I stop kissing, looking around, seeing a little girl standing a bit further away, holding her mother's hand. She's staring wide-eyed at Adar.
"Shhhh," her mother hushes her. "Don't stare!"
"But mommy, he's got pointy ears! He looks like an elf. A scary elf!" The girl won't quit.
I actually have to snicker at her remark. "He might look scary, but he's very kind," I say. "He's even helped me carve pumpkins and make pies."
"That's nice," the girl says. "I like pies." She smiles.
"What's your favorite pie?" I ask.
"Apple pie. With ice cream," she says a bit shyly now.
"Excellent choice! It's mine too, but for Halloween I bake pumpkin pies."
"My mom does too," the girl says.
"Isabella, stop bothering them," her mother snaps.
"She's no bother," I say. "Right, babe?"
"Right," Adar nods, giving the girl a soft smile.
"Are your ears always like that, or just for Halloween?" Isabella asks.
"My ears are always like this," Adar explains.
"Are you an elf then?" The girl wants to know.
"No, I'm an uruk," Adar says.
"What's an uruk?" Isabella pries.
"He's an ancient warrior," I shoot in. I can't have Adar telling her he's a son of the dark. Too morbid for a sweet girl.
"Cool! An uruk warrior," the girl mutters to herself, clearly impressed.
Adar chuckles.
"What is your name?" Isabella asks.
"I don't remember, but my children calls me Adar," he replies. He remembers so much, yet not enough.
"You have children?" The girl looks surprised.
"Yes, many," Adar says.
Isabella's mother is looking at us now, at Adar.
"Where are they?" Isabella wants to know.
"They're home watching TV, waiting for us to return with treats," I smile. I can't have Adar telling her they're in another realm, or that they look way more scary than him. He drew me a picture once, of an uruk called Vrath, and even I was terrified. But Adar assured me that they all have hearts, names, longing for a place to call home, where they can live free from hate and the hurting rays of the sun.
"Oh, that's nice," Isabella says. "My mom won't let me eat anything with sugar."
"Not even on Halloween?" I ask.
"Nope," she shakes her head. Her mother rolls her eyes, before looking away.
"Hmmm, I tell you what," I whisper, rummaging through my bag. "I happen to have something for you." I hold out a mini foil wrapped pumpkin chocolate.
The girl beems at me, taking it from my hand. She hurries to put it in her coat pocket before her mother turns her head in our direction.
I put a finger to my lips, and the girl grins even wider, looking at both Adar and me.
"Your kids are very lucky," she states.
Her words hit me like a bolt of lightning. I never really wanted kids, but when Adar told me about his children, the uruks that are left behind until he can find a way to get back to them, if he ever can go back; The tone in his voice, the tears in his eyes; It broke my heart. It's too soon to start thinking about that of course, and who knows if it's even possible for an uruk and a human to procreate? All I know is that I'm open to it.
"Well, yes, but so are we," I smile. And we are lucky. Lucky to have found each other.
Adar wraps his arms tighter around me.
Isabella is just about to ask about Adar's scars when the subway train stops. It's probably for the better. It's a gruesome story. Broken flashes of nightmarish visions plague his nights, and he wakes roaring, telling me his troubles while I soothe him back to sleep.
"Come, Isabella!" Her mother pulls her daughter with her.
"Nice meeting you," Isabella says, waving at us.
"You too," Adar and I say in unison.
The last thing we hear before the doors close is; "When I grow up I want an uruk too!"
I giggle. "Isabella will never forget this day, I'm sure," I say to Adar.
"Charming girl," he agrees. "She'll be a fine warrior someday."
"Most definitely. She has guts. Scary elf," I laugh.
"Your scary elf," Adar declares.
"Mine," I second, kissing him.