The Lord of the Rings: The Banshee Queen

Chapter 23

For the first time in my life, I didn't want to look at her.
She nuzzled my neck and nibbled my earlobe, chuckling darkly.
"There is something on the nightstand for you, Frodo. Put it on so you can make love to me."
In the state I was in, how was I supposed to participate in such acts?
I limped to the nightstand, picking up the small wooden bowl.
A viscous oil smelled of salt and I lathered it over my phallus.
"Your Majesty"-
"What is it?" she asked, disrobing, her naked body devoid of blemishes.
"Nothing."
She rolled her eyes and sighed in annoyance.
"Please join me, pet. I want to make you feel good too."
As she said those words, I noticed that her voice was more gentle; her red-and-black glare had softened. Perhaps a bit of her old self remained inside.
She climbed on the large bed, her legs spread apart and her fingers playing with her pubic hair. Pushing me supinely on the sheets, she brushed her dampness against my skin and slid herself to my mouth and I licked her wet sex, sucking on the swollen bud there as my phallus hardened instantly.
I was afraid she would hit me and sink her fangs in my skin, but her movements were graceful; she wasn't lying when she said she'd make me feel good as well.
She leaned over me to wrap her lips around the leaking tip, tasting me and massaged my testicles.
As she climaxed in my mouth, she removed her lips from my erection and pushed herself onto it, groping her own breasts as we reached our orgasms.

Touching the sticky tip of my penis, I watched Dawn sit by her vanity and brushing her hair until it was a black cloud.
Often after we make love, she would stay in my arms and fall asleep, but now, she went about as if nothing happened.
No tears or sobs came out of me except for what I said next.
"You were never like this. You were always in my arms afterwards. Your eyes were always shining and you smiled almost all the time. But now you look at me as if I was dirt; as if you never knew me. What have they done to you, Dawn? Do you remember what you said to me on those stairs? Will you still be mine if you killed me? The answer is 'yes' and it will forever be 'yes'. You can eat my innards for supper and you will be the greatest gift I have ever received.
"Bilbo was very fond of you before he died and he asked me to woo you several times, but I was too much of a coward. Since he's been gone, you are all I wanted. You are the daughter of Jafilyn of the Banshees, but I love you, Dawn Starkin."
She laid the elaborate brush down and sighed, turning towards me. For a split second, those irises flashed bronze and she asked, "Truly?"
I confirmed her question.
She sighed and covered herself with a translucent material, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Aren't I lucky then?" she laughed. I almost thought the real her would slip out and apologize for how she treated me, but it never did.
"You will not sleep in this bed, love. You shall sleep somewhere else."

Unlocking the filthy cell, Haslo hurled me inside and slammed the bars shut before I could get up.
"Be thankful you have a pillow in there, maggot. You could be sleeping outside," she remarked before she laughed and abandoned me.
I held my nose from the sour smell of rotten meat, decomposing organs, and fermented feces.
The cell next to me was full of bones with flea-infested rats munching on the bits of flesh that were scattered about on the gelid floor.
An acrid taste in my dry mouth, I curled up and rested my head on the thin pillow.
"I'm sorry, Dawn," I whispered. "I'm so sorry."