I know he's here, but I don't open my eyes. "What was the Uruk's name?" I ask. "What happened to him?"
"Dalthu," Adar's voice breaks. "He was wounded when the elves rioted."
I'd like to feel sorry for him, but I feel sorry for my kin too. All this death.
"I'm sorry for your loss," I whisper, opening my eyes. He's standing right in front of me. I take him in, his tall, lithe being. I can only imagine how he might look underneath his armor and chain mail. I realize I'm biting my lip.
He twirls a lock of my hair around his index finger. I know it's knotted and dirty, but filth becomes me, inside and out. He's toying with me, stepping ever closer. I should hate him and everything he stands for. "I hate you," I say.
His eyes pierce me like hard and cold steel. I swallow hard as he presses me into the wall. There's no room between us save for the thin shirt on my back and his dark, gray armor with its hypnotizing lines of a place long lost. I slide my fingers over the ornament carvings, tracing them. I can see my younger self running along the river, and I can see my older self lying on the ground beside it, holding someone's hand. A scarred, dirty hand. I see the place burn to ash, like my crumbling, cruel heart. It beats violently in my chest. It craves destruction and death. I am no better than the dark son standing before me.
"I hate you," I whisper again, looking into his eyes. "But...," I start saying, pounding my fist against his armor plate. "I hate myself more."
I throw my chained arms around his neck, jumping up to wrap my legs around him. He doesn't falter one bit, putting his hands on my backside. I slide my fingers into his dark hair, tugging it hard, making his head tilt backward. I lean closer to his mouth, my own just a hair's breadth away from his pale lips. He doesn't close the distance, he lets me control this. I should not want this, I think again. It's forbidden, unnatural. He's such a twisted being, but the truth is... I'm just as twisted as he is.

I slide my tongue over his lips and he growls, his hold on me tightening in response. He tastes like fire and I am ready to ignite. I look into his eyes finding a look of dark doom - my downfall. I welcome it and clash my lips against his. I moan loudly, the touch of his mouth a torch to my core. The lust searing through me is like nothing I've ever experienced before, and I give into whatever he wants to give me. I'll take it, I'll have it. I'll have him. We kiss ferociously. His hold's hard and rough, our kisses sultry and sinful. I can't get enough. When he deepens the kisses with his tongue, I yelp with mad lust. Breaking apart momentarily to catch our breath, I savor the look on his ethereal face.
"I knew you were a kindred spirit," he says, his voice husky.
"If you mean violent, mean, and ruined, then yes. Like calls to like," I state.
"Yes," he purrs. "I called you to me, and you answered perfectly. Now you shall be rewarded."
I shudder with want, kissing him. "Reward me," I plead.
He obeys. I'm thrown onto the ground, the wind knocked out of me, his hands pulling at my pants. I kick him in the chest as a response to his wicked roughness. Two can play this game. He smiles amused, grabbing hold of my naked legs. Adar looks at my womanhood, and a savage look appears on his face. He drags me towards him, my backside scraping against rock and root. He's so brutal, so menacing. If he's gonna be violent, then so will I. I twist out of his grip and back up against the wall, prepared to jump him. He unbuckles his armor, and it falls to the ground with a thud. His chain mail leaves his body next, and I'm almost afraid to see his naked body, knowing the sight will truly end me. He takes off his black shirt, and I inhale sharply. His torso is toned to perfection. He's been grotesquely tortured and scarred, but his suffering makes him strangely beautiful. My mouth part in awe. I want to touch him. When he undoes his pants next, the sculpted V-shape appearing, I'm ready to pounce. I attack him, wrapping my legs around him. I'm fighting against my want for him. I hit him, I bite him, and he lets me, being just as rough back. I scream, I growl. Taking it, wanting it.

My shirt comes off, torn asunder by his spiked gauntlet, and I am shoved against the earthen wall, cold dirt rattles around us at the impact. He's so strong, so nimble, and soon I feel his cock penetrating me. I cry out at the sensation of being stretched to fit him. I did not catch a glimpse of his manhood before I jumped him, but judging by the endless, slow shoving inside me, I know it's massively impressive. I gasp, clawing at his back. It's delightfully painful to feel my wet walls around his length. He growls, his lips on my neck. When he starts to thrust, I hold on for dear life. I scream, I cry, I bite and claw. I am coming undone. In me is a darkness waiting to erupt, and I will let it spread and fester. I'll let him have me, all of me, in my darkest form.

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He rams himself into her again and again, his shaft joining with her fully. She takes all he's got to give, and more. His lust for spilling her blood turned into lust for her flesh. He does not regret it as he stands on the parapet of pleasure. A pleasure he thought he'd never truly know. 

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I'm so close, so ready to unravel at his might. His thrusts quicken, and his hold tightens. I am bruised and soar, I bleed and scream. I hate him so much it hurts, but love the pleasure more, and with a final stab of his cock, I'm enraptured beyond measure. I cry out Heru at the top of my lungs, for he is the lord and master of my desire. Adar roars his release, and I come again, his body crushing against mine. I pant rapidly, seeing stars. I'm weightless and burdened at the same time. I am not alone. In this murky, magical moment I am his.

We stand entwined for the longest time, breathing hard. He's resting his head against my shoulder, my cheek against his hair. Last night I cried with shame at my weakness, but today I decided to forgo it and soar with sin. I can't deny what I felt when I first laid eyes on him; a yearning so sudden and deeply embedded; everything I thought I knew before, vanished. Everything I've been told; the hatemongering I've been taught to exude towards these corrupted beings, the blind rage I've felt when killing them... I've thought the deeds good, but I know one should not call dim deeds good, they are what they are; Blackened by the profound sense of righteousness. Are Adar and his Uruks any worse?

He lifts his head and looks at me while easing out of me. I feel hollow parting from him. I kiss him, my hands tight around his neck, my forehead hard against his. What we just did, I have no word for it. It was instinct. Beastly immoral. Not only for me, but for him too I think. I killed his Uruks, I was brought here to die. You showed me mercy, so I did the same. His words make my heart beat wildly.

"I have to go," Adar says. He puts me down, lifting my hands above his head. "I can't unchain you. You are to stay here. My children will never forgive me for letting you live this long."
I'm not stunned, I understand.
"I will find you something to do around here. Supervised of course. Even though you gave your flesh to me, lust is not the same as loyalty. We will know soon enough where your heart truly lies. Only blood can bind."

I watch Adar getting dressed, his words sinking in. I feel his load run warm down my thighs. I feel sullied and depraved. He looks at my naked body as he puts his armor back on. "Fear not, mordo nethar," Adar croons. "I have no doubt it will run red." He caresses my cheek, and I lean into his touch. I kiss the inside of his palm, and though he means to leave, he pulls me in for a sultry kiss.

He leaves me wanting more.