Title: In the Darkness Bind Them
Author: Nienna Calaquendi
(nienna_calaquendi@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Frodo/SAURON 
Category: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The most unlikely person imaginable--with
Frodo! 
Disclaimer: I acknowledge that someone other than
myself holds the copyright to these characters. No
profit has been made from this story.
Author’s note:  This is in answer to a challenge
posted on the Library of Moria: "Frodo/Sauron, NOT
rape" …and it’s not AU either! Enjoy--Frodo did!




Soft lips lightly traced a pattern of kisses along the
back of my neck. I sighed, savoring the delicious
sensation of being awakened from a sensual dream, and
settled my back more firmly against his chest.

Mmm… Sam… I thought, drifting back into sleep.

The soft kisses gave way to the nuzzling of teeth
against my skin, then to a series of love-bites that
became ever sharper as they ascended to my jawline.

*Not* Sam.

The idea shocked me awake--or it would have, but I
felt as drowsy and lethargic as if I'd had far too
much ale and couldn’t quite clear my head. But the
little bites were quite enjoyable, actually, teasing
the fine line between pleasure and pain, and I let
myself be swept away by this hedonistic dream… this
dream lover… so unlike my always gentle Sam…

His lips took mine roughly. I felt no need to resist;
indeed, I could not have, so overpowering were the
kisses. His tongue parted my teeth and plunged inside,
probing, demanding. I yielded utterly, opening to him,
the intensity of the kiss making me arch my back,
begging for more.

I became hazily aware of strong arms encircling me
from behind. Soft fingertips explored my throat, my
chest, lingering over the ring on its silver chain.
The smooth circle always felt warm with my body heat,
but now it seemed to burn. Without warning he pinched
my nipples quite hard, leaving them tingling. I gasped
and was instantly silenced by another insistent,
bruising kiss. I struggled to force myself awake, to
protest, but my eyes were so heavy that I could not
hold them open. Then the kisses on my shoulder and
throat became soothing again and the hands stroking my
skin grew gentle, and once again I lost myself in a
shadowy cloud of desire… Nothing to fear, no need to
think… 

He traced little shivery waves on my skin as his
caress moved ever downward. When he took my hardness
in his large hand, I gasped at the heat of his touch.
He began to stroke me masterfully, quickly bringing me
almost to the brink before he abruptly stopped. The
other hand took over then, parting my cheeks to seek
out the tight opening there. I spread my legs and
pushed against his touch, feeling wanton. His hand
left me for a moment but quickly returned, wet and
slick. He slid a finger inside me, suddenly,
forcefully, and I shuddered. He began pulling me off
again in long, sure strokes, his finger moving in and
out rhythmically. When he impaled me with a second
finger I thought I must surely die from the intensity
of it. Once again he took me right to the edge … and
stopped. I writhed against him shamelessly, grinding
my backside into his hips. His hard member felt hot,
too hot, slippery against my skin, and then he was
pushing slowly but relentlessly into me. I cried out
then, I know, but there was no sound, and the world
ceased to exist but for the spot where his body
invaded mine.

I gritted my teeth against the pain, willing my
muscles to relax. He grasped my hips and directed me
wordlessly to move with him. As I did so, the pain
gradually ebbed until wild pleasure surged in its
place and I thrust myself hard onto his thick shaft. 

Suddenly I felt something smooth and hot against my
face. The ring. He stroked my face with it, though it
was still bound to its chain, then parted my lips and
placed it into my mouth. His finger followed it and I
sucked on both, tracing the contours of his knuckles
with my tongue, pushing the ring against his skin. I
knew what he wanted me to do and, swept away by
passion, I no longer resisted. I pressed my tongue
into the burning circle of the ring, tracing its
shape, feeling it pulse, then pushed it onto his
finger. He gave a final mighty thrust and exploded
within me, sending massive shock waves ripping through
my body. My eyes flew open, though all remained dark
and silent. Then his hands sought out my hardness and
squeezed mercilessly. It took but a stroke or two to
push me over the brink. I gasped for breath, my head
spinning and my heart pounding. An image began to form
in my mind and with it a dreadful, shocking
realization. A circle of flame, an eye, *his* eye.
Then I knew it had been him and not a dream--though I
was quite alone except for Sam, sleeping peacefully by
my side as if nothing had happened.

I lay spent and stunned for a long while. Despite the
disbelief, the revulsion, and the shame beginning to
well up, exquisite aftershocks still tingled
throughout my body. The physical sensations of
lovemaking remained vivid, tangible, undeniable. I
cradled the ring in my hand. It remained white hot,
still slicked with saliva. And it whispered to me, as
it did more and more often these days, "You and I will
soon meet face to face, Frodo Baggins, very soon. I am
waiting." 


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