Much like the cathedral had been, the vastness of the grand room she now entered was aglow with auburn warmth. Curtains of heavy, deep violet velvet hung from the arched windows that lined the right side of the back-most wall. They, and the iron shutters had been pulled shut, and unlike the rest of the tower, this room seemed to emanate warmth.
The Dark Lord was standing in the middle of the room, his arms crossed loosely whilst he gazed down at the floor, appearing to be in deep thought. He was no longer wearing the finery that he had adorned during the ceremony, but instead was dressed in a flowing night gown of black silk cuffed with silver. His long lustrous hair hung loosely down his back now, and his demeanour appeared more relaxed.

Aradheleth's heart skipped a beat as his amber gaze found hers, and immediately she threw herself to the floor in obeisance. Her heart began to race, but whether it was due to excitement, or fear, or a mixture of both, she could not clearly tell. She did not even hear his footsteps as he approached, and she pressed her head harder to the floor when she felt his presence now crouching over her. "Oh...how divine his scent is..."
She raised her eyes ever so slightly and right before her were two smooth bare feet. Like as if he had heard her thoughts once more, he chuckled softly and it sent delicious shivers down her spine.
Leaning down, he placed his long, lithe fingers under her chin to lift up her head to look at him, pulling back her veil with his spare hand as he did so. Yet, out of a sudden stab of fear she kept her gaze down-turned.
"Let me look into your eyes, Aradheleth." His voice was surprisingly cool. Her lashes flicked with hesitation, but she obeyed, and her heart once more stopped beating within her chest. His smile held such an unexpected gentleness and calmness to it, and she could not help but get lost within him. Before she had the chance to do anything more, he had taken her by the shoulders and had pulled her to her feet, his eyes not once leaving hers. He then led her to the middle of the enormous room.

Her skin prickled as he ran his fingers along her cheek, and her breath hitched when he traced the sharp metal claw on his thumb across her jaw. He lifted her jaw up higher to better look at her, and a salacious grin crossed his face. Her body trembled involuntarily at the mixture of emotions he was now invoking from her. Slowly he began to circle her, like a beast summing up its prey, and as he came behind her he pulled down the rest of her veil from her hair, allowing it to float down to the marble floor beneath them. She shuddered at the sudden tingling sensation his fingertips made her feel as he then traced them across the bare skin of her shoulder, bringing them over her milky brown skin to trace sensually across the top of her cleavage. A tiny gasp escaped her lips as his eyes narrowed on her, his presence now so utterly arousing it was frightening.

"When did you last bleed?" He asked her suddenly then, his voice regal and dominating, yet as smooth as satin. She was taken aback by the suddenness and straightforwardness of such a question, but she did not hesitate in her reply. "Only two weeks past, my lord." She replied, lowering her eyes once more, weary of what he might be planning to do to her. As she had reminisced previously, no one had ever taught her about the subject of desire and carnal deeds.
"Good." His eyes now burned with a flame renewed. He knew that she was fertile and ripe.
"Then you shall hold my seed..." He lifted her chin once more to look deeply into her being. His gaze bore into her as his lips curved into another seductive grin.
"But I plan on enjoying you for some time yet...."

Once more he brought his touch over her skin, sweeping his fingertips down her cheeks and the side of her neck, tracing his metal claw along her jugular. She felt bile become stuck in her throat as she tried to gulp. He moved to stand behind her and ever so gently did he begin to pull the braids and jewelled pins from her thick ashen hair, allowing them to clatter noisily onto the marble floor. After pushing her hair to hang over her right shoulder, he leant down to kiss her ever so sensually on her nape, moving his feathery lips over to her now bare left shoulder. She could feel his warm breath against her, and her skin prickled into goosebumps once more. She had to bite her lip to prevent the temptation to moan from escaping her. This arousal that was now heating up inside of her, it was something she had never experienced, and as pleasurable as it were, she did not know what to make of it all. Where would it all lead? To the same fate those poor slave girls had experienced during the previous wedding festivities? Her stomach suddenly pained with the fearful thought of it.

His nimble fingers began to carefully untie and pull out the lace of her bodice, and once he had pulled all the lace free he opened the back of her dress to reveal her smooth skin. She shivered as his fingers, so tantalisingly slow, traced over the bumps of her spine, finding their way to softly caress the top of her rear. She could feel her body melting to his touch; the warmth - and wetness - building up between her thighs. The wetness surprised her, and for a moment she feared if she had started to bleed once more, but no sooner had she began to think such thoughts did the Dark Lord pull down her dress entirely, letting it pool around her ankles. Coyly she made an attempt to cover herself, her face flushing in a sudden shyness, making The Dark Lord's eyes brighten hungrily.

There was no mistake now of how much he desired her, for even she, a mere mortal, could feel the lust that radiated from him. His hands smoothed along her now naked sides, over her buttocks and back to her shoulders and she could not help but tremble once more at this enticement, her face still hotly flushed. There was no stopping the groan that escaped her lips when he traced his fingers, and the claw, over her now taught nipples which stood ripe like fresh rose buds.

"Are you afraid?" His voice dripped into her ear like molten honey, his hands now firmly on her hips, his lips caressing the back of her ear. She knew she could not lie, and in perfect honesty, she was terrified.
"I am afraid..." She whimpered, "Of displeasing you, my lord..."
He chuckled at her then, and his voice came down to her gently.
"You are the only one in all of Arda who does not have to fear me this night." He traced the tip of his tongue along the back of her ear, making her shiver. Smirking, he reached down around her front to caress her womanhood. Such an electrifying pleasure shot through her body at his touch, she gasped. A lascivious grin crossed his features and he raised his now wet fingers to her. Staring at them, a startled expression riddled on her face, she could clearly see that she had not been bleeding after all. He rubbed his fingers together with her nectar, his gaze too, fixated on them.

"You are ripe for the taking." He gave the top of her ear a gentle suck. His eyes burned with lust as he brought his fingers closer to her face. She could smell her primal scent on him. "Suck your lust from my fingers, little one. Savour what a queen tastes like."
Her eyes shot open at his sudden request, mortified that he would ask such a thing. Yet, he had referred to her as queen, not a child, or a girl, or an object as every other person she knew did. Her master, her revered husband was testing her; testing her resolve, testing her ability to obey. She wanted to please him, she wanted him to accept her, and utmost she wanted to be his. And thus she took his hand with both of her own and brought his fingers to her mouth. Encasing them with her lips she sucked her arousal from him, and as she raised her eyes slowly to meet his she saw that his lips were parted partially, and his gaze was burning with a savage want and desire.

He could resist no longer. Though his fiery hunger begged him to rip her innocence from her right there, in the middle of the room, his conscience disallowed it. Despite his heart drippingwith malice for most life, there was still some form of compassion dwelling within him, and it was reserved only for her. She had pleased him, and she was now his mate. Withdrawing his fingers from her, he leant down to take her mouth with his, kissing her deeply and with utmost passion. He could taste her on his lips, and her flavour made him burn with fervour. Her breath hitched and her body stiffened due to her innocence, but she was soon to melt into his arms for these new and intense sensations engulfed her. It did not take long for her to learn to follow his lead, and she swathed her tongue now with his like two serpents entwined. So aroused was she now she forgot all of her fears, her new found courage allowing her to weave her fingers through his silver hair. "Like the purest of silks..." She thought. "And his skin...as smooth as marble...he is a masterpiece that only Eru could create..."

Aradheleth could not help but bring one of her hands up to his chest, nimbly finding her way through the folds of his gown. "So warm...." She traced her fingertips along the length of his chiselled torso, bringing them up slowly once more. That is when she discovered his own nipple, and, just as her slaves had done to her earlier, she gave it a light tweak. The Dark Lord groaned deeply into her mouth and taking her by the rear he pushed her harder against him. The large protruding bulge that now pressed hard up against her thigh startled her and she pulled her head back from him almost violently to look down. No sooner did she however, did he take her up into his arms and whisk her over to the gigantic bed; It was nestled at the far end of the room on the opposite side from the windows.

She felt like he had put her on a bed of clouds as he lay her on the blankets of furs and silks, her head now resting on a pillow filled with lush feathers. His gown had slipped open slightly from her previous touch, and now she could see his front clearly as he arched over her. Once more she reached up to touch him, and he allowed her the luxury, watching her intently and sighing when she once more ran her fingers over his nipples. Slowly, yet cautiously she brought her fingers back down his torso, daring to move them over the muscles of his abdomen to his waistline. His amber eyes burned for her as she traced her fingers along his waist, and he could feel his arousal throb beneath him. Yet he would indulge her, and allowed her to explore him, and her eyes too thrilled for now she was exploring uncharted territory.

But soon her fingers began trembling once more as she tried to untie the sash from around his hips, for she anticipated what would be revealed to her. Though it excited her immensely, that cruel fear crept into her once more. So nervous did she become she made the task of unleashing him impossible for herself, and thus the Dark Lord completed it for her, and his girth sprang forward from its entrapments. She could not help but stare in shock at the sight of his hardened shaft for he was more endowed than she had expected. Yet what had she expected? The Dark Lord was far larger than a mortal man, and then she remembered what she had overheard her slaves talking about back in Carn Dum; that the pain of losing one's virginity depended on the man's size, and how he chose to use it. The Dark Lord's size was formidable and he was not well known for showing leniency...Though at the same time he had not at all been cruel to her that day; something that quite surprised her.

Yet she could not pull her eyes from it, and she watched in an awed fright as it sprang towards her from the curls of dark silver hair that nestled around its girth. It throbbed eagerly, wanting to dive into her warmth.
"Does it frighten you?" He asked her then. Gulping, she nodded her head quickly, her voice escaping her. He grinned slyly as he pushed the hair out of her face, holding her head up with one hand to look at him. Suddenly however his eyes darkened, and his expression became stern.
"You already know that it will hurt as I tear your innocence from you." He plucked the thoughts she had been thinking straight from her mind. His grip on her jaw tightened, making her flinch as his hard gaze bore deeper into her. "And as my queen you shall bear all of it."
"Y...yes, my lord." She stammered. Pleased with her answer his face softened and he smiled at her. "Good." He ran the backs of his fingers down her cheek.
"Do you know of what comes after the initial pain?" He asked, his voice silky once more.
"I do not, my lord. Will you tell me?" Her body began to tremble slightly once more, for now he spread her legs apart and positioned himself between her thighs. Chuckling softly, he leant down to her ear and flicked his tongue along the length of it. The sensation of it sent a delicious tingle throughout her entire being.
"I shall allow you to experience it first-hand, my dear." He purred.

He began to lay feathery kisses down the side of her face, coming up to savour her lips from time to time, as one of his strong hands began to caress one of her soft, supple breasts. His lips moved down the side of her throat ever so sensually, and she moaned deeply as his tongue teased her collarbone. Further down he moved, till his lips hovered above her breasts, and like a beast taking its prey he lunged down at her, taking her nipple deeply into his mouth to suck lavishly upon it. She grasped at his hair as she cried out, surprised at how good it felt, and even more surprised at how vocal she had just been. He left her breasts sore, bruised and tender yet the throbbing bitter-sweet pain only sought to heat the arousal building between her thighs even more.

He wrapped her legs around his waist and slowly began to lower himself to her, distracting her with his delectable kisses upon her skin. She ran her hands along his strong back as he hovered above her, yet her innocent fear began to rise ever so as she felt his girth begin to rub against her inner thighs. The smooth head of his member pressed against her entrance now, and yet again her body began to tremble involuntarily. Their eyes locked together and her palms began to sweat in a mixture of fear and anticipation as he steadied his shaft to enter her.

With one quick thrust he pushed deeply into her, sliding in with ease as she was already so hot with arousal. Yet he felt the breaking of her innocence, and a great gush of heat engulfed him as she cried out at the pain, her nails digging deeply into his flesh. Tears trickled down her cheeks as he thrust deeply into her once more, though albeit more gently as the first, and he leant down to kiss away her weeping.

Her loins stung and throbbed, and it felt like he was pushing a hot blade inside of her with every thrust. She knew he could stop the pain if he wanted, but as it was a natural part of losing one's innocence for a woman, he wanted her to experience it fully. She bit into her knuckle to try to prevent another cry from escaping her, yet he pulled her hand away from her mouth and pinned both of her hands above her head, weaving his fingers in with hers. "I want to hear every sound that leaves your breathless lips." He purred. His voice was so carnal then, she felt that delicious tingle in her loins once more, and it dulled some of the pain she was feeling. With her hands still firmly pinned above her, he leant down to lay kisses upon her ears and throat, savouring her taste and the scent of her arousal and pain.

Her entire being clenched tightly around him, and he moaned deeply into her ear, clutching the bed end with one hand as he did so. The sounds of his pleasure, so primal and erotic, continued to dull out her pain, replacing it with tingles and waves of a bliss she had thought not possible.
Once he knew her pain had abated entirely, he drove ever harder into her, her own moans now arousing him a hundred fold. She encased her body around his, and the mixture of the sounds of his own pleasure as well as the sounds of the bed creaking and groaning under their enthusiasm sent electrifying trills throughout her. She could not help but match the intensity of his moans with her own as he began to now ride her fiercely, his inner beast unrestrained. She felt her entire body engulfed in euphoric pleasure and after he had released her hands she could not help but trace her fingers along his smooth, hard body, or entwine them in his luscious hair or dig them deeply into his flesh. She could not anticipate when this ecstasy would end, nor did she want it to for she had never felt such bliss as this. However no sooner did she think about it did he pull out of her, making her gasp almost in shock at the suddenness of it. "M...my lord?" Her voice stammered breathlessly as she leant back on her arms to gaze up at him. Yet he did not reply, and she felt her heart begin to thump wildly in panic. Had she done something to displease him?

From the corner of her eye she could suddenly see a bright red glow. Turning her head to investigate, the Dark Lord unexpectedly pinned her down, pushing the glowing object, a thick golden ring of his insignia, into the flesh of her neck. Screaming at the molten burning, she tried to push him away and struggle, yet his strength obviously overpowered her own and he held her steadfast. Those few seconds of scorching agony felt longer than the pain she had just previously felt at the taking of her virginity. Removing the ring from her he immediately pulled her in to cup his mouth over the fresh burn, lapping his tongue delicately over it, instantly relieving her of pain.
"Now you are truly mine." His deep, erotic voice flowed into her ear like thick molasses.

Before she had any chance to react, he flipped her over onto her stomach and pulled her up onto her knees, keeping her upper body pushed down against the sheets. She whimpered at this, for she had seen helpless women ravaged in such a way. Was this another display of his dominance over her? Smoothing his hands over her rear he entered her effortlessly, grasping her by the hips to pull into her deeply. She felt a burning warmth as he entered her again, and the angle he was now positioned in rubbed her inner sanctum, making her moan deeply into the sheets and furs beneath her. She had heard the screams of those she had seen taken in such positions, the brown haired girl of her dreams amongst them, and had thought that such could only be capable of inflicting pain and despair. Yet the immense euphoria that was now reverberating through her loins sought to tell her otherwise, perhaps as their passion now was not out of malice or ill intent.

Gradually his hard thrusts in and out of her increased in fervour once more. His grasp on her dug into her skin, but she bore the bittersweet pain gladly, for the sensations he was eliciting from her were immense and overpowering. She did not know how much more of it she could possibly withstand. Reaching beneath her body, the Dark Lord pulled her up onto her knees so that she now straddled his lap. He brought one hand up to fondle with her breasts whilst he kept the other nestled between her burning thighs, caressing her smooth and slick pearl. He had her moaning and wanting, reined in to his every whim, as he bounced her on his member.

He put her in many delectable positions, eliciting an array of reactions from her, until he knew she could no longer withstand the euphoria. Flipping her once more onto her back, he rode her again, using the bed-end to intensify his already savage thrusts. She felt a great, burning pressure inside of her as he filled her with his hot seed, crying out and arching her back as she reached her peak along with his. She grasped at his body as the intensity of her orgasm subsided, her breath heavy and laboured.

The glow of his amber eyes was dreamy as he smiled down at her, pushing her sweat dampened hair from her face. Aradheleth's heart filled with a warmth, though cautious in nature, at the Dark Lord's unexpected display of affection. "So he is capable of showing endearment...?" She thought as she too smiled back up at him, tracing her fingers along the fine features of his face. Yet her mind was quick to remind her that he was capable of extreme cruelty as well. "You will have nothing to fear if you obey my will without question." He said to her then as he sat up. Standing with his entire naked beauty before her, she could see the evidence of her marks against his skin; dark red scratches she had left in his flesh from the intensity of her passion. He turned back to face her then. Effortlessly he pulled the sheet from under her body, a large, bright crimson patch of blood staining the middle of the linen. A smug grin crossed his face as he looked down at it.
"My virgin blood.... Now our marriage is consummated, and I am truly yours." She grinned.
"Indeed." And with that he walked towards the curtains, carrying the blood stained sheet. The curtains and the heavy iron shutters moved aside by the Dark Lord's power, and a dull auburn light filtered into the room. It was already dark, but the night sky lit up from the thousands of torches below.

The great roar of thousand upon thousands of foul creatures echoed through the blighted plain, cheering for their overlord and master. The Dark Lord appeared to them in all of his regal beauty as the Lord of Gifts, Annatar, the most preferred guise of the Maia. Holding up the blood stained sheet for all of his minions to see, the roaring below intensified, frightening Aradheleth who was still waiting in the room for their cries sounded like a great, ravaging storm. With a simple flick of his hand he released the sheet, and it floated down to the waiting hoards. They moved like a great wave as they fought and scrambled over each other to try to catch it, for it was a great privilege and honour to be the keeper of torn innocence. The Dark Lord did not even wait for them to catch it before he turned to re-enter the room.

Leaning over her he slid two fingers deeply into her sanctum. She gasped as he did so, for their previous coitus had made her extremely sensitive and she now burned with new desire.
His fingers were sticky with a mixture of blood and semen and he admired the site of it, smirking triumphantly. One by one he sucked their juices from his fingers, the metallic taste of her blood kindling his inner fire. Her eyes were wide as he did so, surprised that he was not disgusted at such a thing. Quite the contrary actually; he was turned on by it.
"Now, relax." He said silkily, pushing her thighs apart once more.
"W...what are you going to do?" Her voice shook nervously as he lay down between her legs, wrapping his arms around them to keep her steady. Yet he did not reply to her question, instead he moved down to push apart her labia with his fingers, lapping his tongue sensually along her slit once he had done so.

Her hips bucked up involuntarily as she groaned, her body once more tingling at the delicious sensations he elicited. He pushed his tongue into the entrance of her being, using his power to extend it into her further, flicking it inside of her like the tongue of a snake. She grasped at his silver hair and pushed him down onto her, moaning with delight as he savoured her erotic juices. He could not care less if she was bleeding, for she tasted utterly divine to his wicked palate. After teasing her enough he moved up to her pearl, pursing his lips around it to suck upon it tantalisingly.

So tightly did she clutch the sheets beneath her, she almost ripped through them with her nails.
"My Dark Lord....indeed you are the Lord of Gifts....The Lord of Carnal desire..." She breathed as she now brought one hand up to his head, taking a fistful of his silken hair as she did.
"Even in this way you can make all melt to your will."
He grinned at her lasciviously as he rose his head, licking her fluids from his lips as he did.
"I would expect nothing less." He purred as he crawled back up to her, positioning himself between her aching thighs once more.
"Especially from you."