The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings one shots and Imagines Book II

The Rohirrim princess - Part 6 - Grima x Saruman x Sauron x Reader

For Titanarmor1

"What........what do you mean, she said yes..........?" Grima asked, as he looked between the white wizard and the body of the princess. The black tendrils continuing to course through her veins, yet at least her body had become still.

"She has said yes to the Dark Lord. She has agreed to be his........." Saruman replied, as he moved a little closer to the princess. His eerie smile never leaving his lips, as he watched the darkness of Sauron creep through her body. Grima finding himself staggering back, as he finally realised that this; that (Y/n) being brought to Orthanc for the former Maia, had been the plan all along; and that he, thanks to his love for (Y/n) that had made him blind to the truth, had been used to see this goal met; and that even if Gandalf and the others had not come along, if the wizard had not broken the spell that Saruman had had over Théoden King, the Rohirrim princess would still have come to find herself here. The whole promise that the beautiful (Y/n) would be his, a lie that Grima had so foolishly believed. Yet what was he to do.........as much as he desired to take her into his arms and escape with her; to try and find somewhere that he and the princess could be together, he knew that would not be allowed to take her from Isengard, now. That if he so much as tried to touch her, his life would be ended; he was dispensable now, no longer needed for Saruman's nor Sauron's plans. Grima knowing that he would have to watch his back; his hope for the future, for a life and love with the princess that he adored more than words could express, gone. The former chief counsellor, feeling his heart break. A deep regret, laying heavy on his shoulders, as his tear filled eyes looked to the daughter of Théoden.

"Sauron chose your princess. She will be his bride and his queen. She will sit at his right hand and give him heirs that will rule over Middle-earth for eternity. And it is all thanks to you, for you have brought her to him..........." Saruman continued, a slight chuckle leaving his lips, as he turned his attention to the snivelling, black clad, worm.

"Now leave. The master has not finished with her yet........." The wizard ordered. Grima, despite the desire to refuse, to demand that Saruman kept his end of the bargain that they had made, found himself scurrying away. The wizard smiling as he watched the vile man, rush off like the scared dog, he was.

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(Y/n) gasped, as Annatar's lips moved from hers, to her neck. The princess able to hear his sweet words between kisses. This was wrong, she knew it was wrong; to lay with a man before they were wed.......that was just something that was not done. At least it wasn't for her. Yet here she was in Annatar's bedroom; her hands gripping tightly to his robe, as his lips, his teeth continued to touch her skin, making her flesh tingle with every touch. A moan leaving her, as he pushed the elaborate gown from her shoulders.

She already felt as if she were naked. Annatar had the most amazing way of making her feel bare; that she was completely open to him, able to hide nothing, yet she didn't care. In their short time together, he had been able to bring out things in her, that no other man had not been able to see were there. To give her a love, that seemed other worldly; and as his fingers caressed her sides, as his lips moved across her chest; a gasp leaving her as her gown fell away from her breasts, and he took her into his hand, kneading at the supple flesh of one breast, as his mouth found the pert nipple of another, she felt a power move through her; a power that seemed to have mixed with her very blood and was making its way through her veins. A power that she found that she wanted, needed as much as she wanted Annatar; as much as she wanted to give her everything to the handsome man that was touching her, as no other had ever touched her. And so, she surrendered to it; for right or wrong, good or bad, she surrendered to it and to him. (Y/n) letting Annatar move her towards the bed; her body falling onto the dark linens. Feeling her body tremble as the exquisite being that now loomed over her, took in her form; his eyes dark and filled with lust. (Y/n) pulling at her gown as Annatar began to undress. Her breath becoming laboured as his elaborate robe fell with a soft thud, to the floor beneath him. As he pulled the light shirt over his head, to reveal his toned torso. An exquisite shiver making its way down her spine, as she now lay before him, naked. The fire in the pit of her stomach burning even more fiercely as a deep laugh came from him while he pushed her legs apart and moved between them. His long, elegant fingers making light work of the strings that held together his breeches.

"So beautiful. So willing. I had only hoped that you would be so eager, so keen for this moment. And here you are, ready for me, wanting me. You will make the perfect queen, (Y/n). We will rule this world and the children I will give you, will watch over it for a thousand generations to come." Annatar told her, as he leaned over and whispered into her ear. The princess taking a sudden shaky breath and gripping at his back; her nails digging into his flesh, as she felt his body slowly move into hers.