Black Traitor: 8. Death and Passion

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8. Death and Passion


He IS fair, I think to myself, in a haze – I am disturbed –spellbound, really, by his face:

Radiant, vividly handsome, and those eyes- I have never seen a hue of violet so clear, and intense, with malignant beauty shining through. When his helm was on- all you could see were the twin orbs of fire- I cannot tear myself away- but I must.

His dark hair, a sort of blue-black, falls over his shoulders in a midnight cascade.

With an alarmingly fierce effort, I try to compose myself.

His armor- as black and pitiless as Sauron himself- is heartbreakingly open just a few inches, around his midriff, and I catch an unwanted but powerfully exciting glimpse of his belly, hard muscled, lean.

Inviting me.

Bewitching me.

Old habits die hard- and I try to reason with him.

“Annatar, will you not come back to sanity? There is hope for you yet, it is still not too late, if you will turn back from your onslaught, and leave these lands, I promise you mercy!”

He laughs at me – a bell-like musical laugh – not light and sweet, but deep and ominous – and yet musical- and I relent.

But to my horror I understand that he is aware of my – interest- and he looks back at me- with a sordid small smile, half mocking and half receptive.

Curumo suddenly attracts his interest, and they exchange words.

I realize dismally that I am in a strange state, half hypnotized.

Annatar- Sauron – says something and Curumo rises, although a few moments before, he had not been able to stand. I can see the pain in his eyes as he does so, but valiantly he does stand, and faces Sauron.

Out of my fog, I see Saruman go flying to the ground, and I am startled back to lucidity.

I go to him, and yet he shoves me away, and again faces Sauron.

I cannot read either of their faces. There is something going on here, that is much more than meets the eye.

Sauron gives Curumo an ultimatum of some strange sort, and then he turns his attention back to me-

His mind overtakes mine, although I try with all my might to resist it ( or am I? )-

Sweet words slither into my head, coaxing and cajoling, like mental tongues, caressing my thoughts, arousing my body and mind at once.

**We are all Maia, Olórin, you and I, and Curumo here- come, be with me, be part of me, and I shall join with the two of you.

Let us love together, no need for all this hate and war.

Join with me, Join with me.

Let me love you, why must it be otherwise?

No more pain, I swear it. Only pleasure. No pain, no war, no dying.**

He stares at me, his soul boring into me, and I feel my strength ebb

Dimly, I am aware that Curumo is staring at me, as well, with a look of horrified fascination.

Again, Annatar's seductive, narcotic mental voice:

**Do you want to kill me? To harm me? Do you?**

Mentally I answer him, as if in a deep dream:

** You know I loathe killing, and harming another- even an enemy such
as you. I offered you a chance, did I not?

You have given us so little choice, Sauron, we are all fighting for
our lives.**

** Then do not plot to harm me, and do not scheme for my death. Join
me- you will not lose your life, and neither will Curumo. And neither
will all those you hold dear -**

** The Halflings – the Elves, Gondor - **

**I will spare them. I can make it be so. Or it can be the other way.
Let me speak clear to you, isn't that what you prefer? :

Olórin- let me- let me- love you – all of us – together. Don't deny
your desire for me, I see it plainly! Making love together, the three
of us, for all eternity, why, we will stand against the Valar

A Vision forces- rapes – violates my seething, inflamed thoughts:

Sauron- no, Annatar - he prefers Annatar- descending onto and into
me, his black form enveloping me utterly, invading me with his cock-
so gigantic, painful, ecstatic- and invading me with his soul-

He rips into me with vicious intensity, and I hear my own dream-like
cries, as his enormous organ drives into me -he will split me in half!,
I think -

And then my sounds are mixed with his loud and deep groans, and
there is another with us as well- I see in the Vision, Curumo is atop Annatar – and he is moving with brutal, hard thrusts, shoving into him with wild passion.

Annatar seems larger than life, and so does Curumo- it is as if we are in some formless Void, the place beyond.

Together- the three of us- we move in unison, writhing, moaning, wailing, convulsing. We are locked together and our mutual sweat drenches us, uniting us-

And over us all- the Eye- with flames raging in a circle around it – and then I am back- back to reality, and to sanity- but with a sense of loss, as well. It was only a Vision.

"Olórin? Olórin – come back to me- listen to me- here is how it will be, now- listen carefully!"

And Annatar whispers to me, words born in evil, thoughts conjured in wickedness, and I listen.

Curumo listens, as well.

Eru help us all, we both listen.

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: Annatar the Fair

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Era: 3rd Age - Ring War

Genre: Drama

Rating: Adult

Last Updated: 01/09/05

Original Post: 11/08/04

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