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KINKTOBER DAY 12
Oct. 24th, 2017 02:31 pmA 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!
Masterlist under the cut after today's drabble!
Day 12: 12. Master/Slave | Tentacles | Hand-jobs
(Warning for mind control and very dubious dub-con)
Mortifications of the Flesh (The Silmarillion-LOTR, Sauron/Witch-King of Angmar)
He reaches out, in the last mortifications of his fading flesh.
He had a mighty will, enough to keep his quick life knit together far beyond the measure of his race, and to ease his pain as the hand of death touched him and slipped. He thought he understood my gift - bold was he in accepting, and proud was he to rank first and highest.
Only now does he begin to comprehend fully, as the world he was born to begins to fade away, as his vessel desiccates and his eyes fix beyond the veil, piercing shadows.
He is mine utterly, and soon will pass beyond the sight of the living but as a cold shadow of fear. I see him at once as he was and is - warlord and sorcerer, still bearing power, now bent to my will. Even fairer to my sight is he, now bent to my shaping, refusing the Gift of Men for my sake. Age-scored and mist-grey, wraith-light in his eyes. I rouse his withered manhood with the Ring on my hand, and he writhes for me - crackling, groaning, desperately dry; his cries both sharp and rattling; his pleasure more dreadful than his pain. Soon he will be beyond both to all but Myself, with a touch of my will on the ring that he bears.
( Masterlist 1-11 )
Masterlist under the cut after today's drabble!
Day 12: 12. Master/Slave | Tentacles | Hand-jobs
(Warning for mind control and very dubious dub-con)
Mortifications of the Flesh (The Silmarillion-LOTR, Sauron/Witch-King of Angmar)
He reaches out, in the last mortifications of his fading flesh.
He had a mighty will, enough to keep his quick life knit together far beyond the measure of his race, and to ease his pain as the hand of death touched him and slipped. He thought he understood my gift - bold was he in accepting, and proud was he to rank first and highest.
Only now does he begin to comprehend fully, as the world he was born to begins to fade away, as his vessel desiccates and his eyes fix beyond the veil, piercing shadows.
He is mine utterly, and soon will pass beyond the sight of the living but as a cold shadow of fear. I see him at once as he was and is - warlord and sorcerer, still bearing power, now bent to my will. Even fairer to my sight is he, now bent to my shaping, refusing the Gift of Men for my sake. Age-scored and mist-grey, wraith-light in his eyes. I rouse his withered manhood with the Ring on my hand, and he writhes for me - crackling, groaning, desperately dry; his cries both sharp and rattling; his pleasure more dreadful than his pain. Soon he will be beyond both to all but Myself, with a touch of my will on the ring that he bears.
( Masterlist 1-11 )
