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Night enveloped Orthanc like a shadow, while the wind lashed hard against the tower’s black stones. Gríma walked through the narrow corridors, trying to maintain his composure. His hands trembled despite his efforts to hide them inside the sleeves of his black cloak.
He felt a intense heat taking over his body, and this was nothing new for the old omega, after years of secrecy and vials of medicine hidden in his quarters to maintain strict and impeccable discipline while enduring the effects of heat.
The door to his master’s quarters opened just as he passed by. Saruman stepped out like a white shadow cutting through the twilight. His eyes were like cold blades, yet always so watchful that nothing could escape that ancient, cruel gaze.
“I can sense that you are restless, Gríma,” said the wizard, his voice soft yet deep. The man wasn’t asking the advisor a question, he was making a statement.
Gríma bowed his head immediately, fighting the urge to back away like a wild cat.
“My lord… I am as I have always been, at your disposal.” The omega’s voice faltered for a second, and he hated that.
Saruman moved close enough to the advisor that the heat radiating from his body was impossible to ignore. He lifted Gríma’s chin with two fingers, forcing him to look at him, and then spoke soothingly.
“Don't lie to me... I can feel the changes in your body, and I can smell your heat beginning to fill my tower.” The silence that followed was as heavy as a storm about to break. His voice didn't waver, but there was a steely resolve beneath it.
Gríma closed his eyes for a brief moment, feeling tired. He had spent years hiding that secret from the world. He had spent years surviving in the human court, where an omega without the protection of an alpha was an easy target. Now, standing before the only man he had ever feared might discover his condition, he felt a surprising calm.
“I’m sorry for causing you this trouble, my lord. I didn’t have time to prepare. The escape was… hasty, and I forgot to bring my herbs for the heat,” he finally confessed.
Saruman studied him intently, as if appraising a rare artifact. There was no surprise on his face, only calculation.
“And how do you intend to endure this heat alone inside my tower? Amidst my army and war captains,” asked the wizard, making clear his mockery of the man’s vulnerability and weakness.
Gríma swallowed hard. His pride told him to resist, but reality was making things difficult for him.
“I can leave without any trouble,” the advisor lowered his head, his hands clutching the sleeves of his cloak.
Saruman watched for a moment and then took half a step forward, closing the distance between them even further.
“I ask you directly Gríma, with whom do you plan to spend the night at this hour?” he asked with unquestionable authority as he watched the clearly uncomfortable servant before him.
Gríma stared into the man’s dark eyes with great doubt and cowered even further.
“I will spend it alone as always, my lord. I have never had to lie with an alpha before…” said the former advisor to King Théoden, biting the inside of his cheek, feeling as humiliated as possible.
Saruman remained silent for a while after that, observing the omega closely, noting the sweat on his forehead and the pale color of his skin. The clear sign
Saruman remained silent for a moment after that, watching the omega closely, noting the sweat on his forehead and the pallor of his skin. It was a clear sign of danger, indicating that the heat had intensified and that taking herbs would no longer help to ease it.
The wizard approached the omega and stopped in front of him. Grima felt his master’s shadow fall over him, but he remained motionless, waiting for the moment he would be asked to leave the castle. Instead, something completely unexpected happened.
“You wouldn’t be able to walk a hundred paces before being attacked by my army out there, so pull yourself together now and come tend to your heat.” Saruman said firmly, beginning to walk toward his room, leaving Grima behind.
The omega raised his head, confused by the man’s words, watching the wizard enter the room and leave the doors open. Without any response or sign that he would close the doors, just a decision presented as a decisive test.
The advisor’s mind seemed to shrink to that single moment. Gríma felt a nervous tension throbbing beneath his skin. He had always believed himself to be a man without fear. He had served out of ambition, out of necessity, and out of a twisted devotion. But now his body demanded only one thing to find relief and satisfaction.
And he knew full well that refusing Saruman’s clear invitation to enter his chambers while in heat would be foolish. But accepting would mean surrendering even further, though in a way he had never done with anyone else. He knew he didn’t have much time to choose, so he gave in not out of weakness, but out of decision and will.
The omega took a deep breath and walked to the doors, entering the room to find Saruman standing there, clearly waiting for him.
“My lord, I am here to serve and do your bidding,” said Grima, his voice firm despite the heat burning within him.
Saruman let out an almost imperceptible sound, something between approval and satisfaction. “Very well,” he said, turning to the advisor as he walked toward him and stopped in front of him.
“You have been my eyes and ears outside these walls for quite some time… you have observed the humans, learned their weaknesses and needs. Now I want to see to what extent you know your own,” said Saruman, his voice now calmer.
A pale, long hand reached out to touch Gríma’s face. The cold fingers stood in stark contrast to the omega’s warm skin.
“Tell me, counselor… how many years have you been suppressing this heat?” Saruman asked, leaning in until his lips were mere inches from Gríma’s ear.
The omega felt the icy touch of Saruman’s fingers on his cheek, a sharp contrast to the fire consuming his insides. The wizard’s breath brushed against his skin, a strong scent of concentrated power he had never noticed before but which now made the powerful wizard’s caste evident.
"Too many years, my lord.... an omega at court without a mate, easily used and discarded. I’ve become good at hiding my heat symptoms and pretending to be a beta, taking herbs when the pain became too unbearable to stand,” Gríma admitted, his voice wavering slightly as his breathing grew heavier and heavier while his traitorous body began to react to the proximity of a powerful alpha like his master.
Saruman smiled faintly, a predatory gesture that did not reach his eyes.
"Medicine? That’s pathetic, you shouldn’t take anything. Humans are truly barbarians in their ignorance.” The wizard’s thumb slid along Gríma’s jawline, tracing the curve down to his neck. Meanwhile, his other hand rested on the older omega’s waist, pulling him closer. The direct contact made the servant’s body arch involuntarily.
His lips brushed the sensitive skin of the servant’s neck, tasting the salt of the sweat that was beginning to form.
“Don’t be ashamed of your nature, heat is a natural need. Humans may try to deny it with their drugs and their false moralities, but here in Orthanc there is no place for such pretense,” he said in a lower, more intimate tone.
Saruman guided Gríma to his large dark wooden bed, gently pushing him to sit on the edge. He remained standing between the omega’s legs, looking down at him with a dark expression.
“Now it's time to undress and show your body to your master.” The alpha said with a small smile, taking in the omega's state.
Gríma hesitated for a moment, shame battling against need. But the heat was stronger. With trembling hands, he began to unbutton his tunic, revealing his small but firm breasts with nipples hard from the heat. He bit his lower lip, trying to maintain some dignity as he exposed himself to his master’s critical gaze.
His nimble hands moved automatically to unbutton his pants and remove his shoes as well. He sat naked on the bed, exposed, his small member already semi-erect and his trimmed, well-lubricated vulva on display.
Saruman reacted well to the sight of Grima’s exposed body, his dark eyes observing every detail with analytical attention.
“Simply pathetic. You have the perfect body to be filled and bred, and yet you chose to take medicine instead of pleasure,” the Alpha mocked, though with a hint of amusement in his voice. Saruman sat down on the bed next to Gríma, his pale, long hands moving to caress the servant’s black hair with a strange tenderness, causing the omega to tilt his head to the side and expose his neck more fully.
Saruman’s hands slid from the black hair to the shoulders, exploring the warm skin with deliberate calm. His fingers traced the lines of the servant’s body, curiously descending along the collarbone until they reached the sensitive breasts, where the nipples were already erect, waiting to be caressed.
“So yielding.... humans have left you like this for so long, not knowing how to enjoy your true nature,” murmured the Alpha, more to himself than to Gríma. As his mouth found the advisor’s ear, the moisture of his tongue contrasted with the heat of the servant’s skin, sending shivers down the dark-haired man’s spine.
“Tell me, Grima, how did you touch yourself in those moments of solitude?” asked the alpha, his deep voice vibrating against Grima’s sensitive skin, making him moan softly.
“I-I... I used my fingers, pretending to be penetrated.... if the heat got too intense, I’d shove them all in... until I felt like I was going to explode.... but they were never enough.” The words slipped from Grima’s mouth before he could stop them; his hands gripped Saruman’s back tightly, while the man’s expert touch made his body tremble and his small cock twitch in response to the caresses.
Saruman gave a genuine smile as he watched the effect of his caresses on the old omega’s body. His free hand slid across Grima’s smooth abdomen, feeling the muscles contract beneath his touch.
“So your little fingers were never enough to satisfy that greedy pussy, huh.” Saruman repeated, savoring the word as he pulled his hands away from the omega’s body, quickly stripping off his own tunic to reveal his slender, pale torso.
“Look at me closely, Grima, and see what an Alpha is capable of,” said the wizard in a low, firm voice. His member was already semi-erect, dripping in front of the other man’s spread legs.
The omega couldn’t help but stare at Saruman’s arousal. The size was so impressive it made him swallow hard, wondering how it would fit inside him.
“My lord, I…” he began nervously, but Saruman raised a hand to silence him.
“Don’t speak now. Your role at this moment is to feel the pleasure I will offer you.” The Alpha finished undressing completely and, with his free hand, pushed the omega’s body down onto the bed, face up.
Saruman lay down on top of the warm body, propping himself up on his arms to position himself between Gríma’s legs.
“Spread those legs wider for me,” commanded the wizard, his voice heavy with authority. As his right hand moved to stroke his own erection, he displayed it to his servant as one might show a precious relic.
Gríma was almost hypnotized watching his master but obeyed instantly, spreading his legs wider on the bed. His body responded to Saruman’s command even before his mind registered the order.
The alpha smiled with satisfaction, relishing the advisor’s total submission. He positioned himself in front of Gríma, while the head of his cock began to rub slowly against the old omega’s wet entrance.
“Please...” Gríma begged, his dignity forgotten in favor of raw need. His small cock stiffened in anticipation as he watched the alpha chuckle softly, amused by his desperation.
“Your first time will be slow… be patient, omega,” Saruman smiled wickedly, continuing to rub the head of his member against Gríma’s wet entrance several times, spreading his fluid and arousal. As he watched every reaction of his servant with meticulous attention the moans, the muscles contracting, the way his whole body trembled with desire.
“See how receptive you are? Your body knows exactly what it needs, even if your mind has tried to deny it for so long,” the wizard remarked with an amused tone. Without any hurry, he pressed the tip of his cock against the small ring of flesh, watching it yield easily to the pressure of his member as it stretched him.
Gríma let out a sharp cry, feeling the burning sensation of that first penetration, stretching him beyond what he had ever experienced alone with his short fingers his virginity, guarded for over thirty years, vanishing in just a few seconds as if it were nothing.
“Ahn… m-my lord!” he cried out, his hands clutching the bedsheets. Saruman moved with torturous slowness, pushing a few more centimeters into the tight canal, exploring the interior.
“Take a deep breath, and let your body accept me fully,” the Alpha ordered firmly, though his own face was tense with pleasure.
Gríma tried to follow the order, but with every thrust his internal muscles contracted in involuntary spasms, squeezing Saruman’s cock tightly.
“I-I can’t, master… it’s too much, I’m so full…” he gasped, sweat dripping down his temples while tears of shame streamed down his pale cheeks.
Saruman paused for a moment to observe, allowing Gríma to get used to his presence inside him for a few seconds. As he leaned down further, he took one of the servant’s hard nipples between his teeth and sucked hard enough to make the small body beneath him arch on the bed.
“After tonight, you’ll learn to handle this forever,” the wizard said against the sensitive skin of Gríma’s chest. The omega screamed again, the mixture of pleasure and pain making his head spin.
“My lord, please, it’s too much...” he sobbed, tears beginning to well up in the corners of his eyes. His sensitive nipple throbbed where Saruman nibbled and sucked it, and his pussy opened wider around the enormous member inside him.
Saruman lifted his head to observe his servant’s flushed, sweaty face. The sight of complete submission and intense pleasure aroused him even more, making his cock throb.
“I haven’t even started moving properly yet, but I can see you’re already close to an orgasm.” The alpha murmured with satisfaction. Without waiting for a response, he began to move again, but with a strong, deliberate rhythm, pulling his member halfway out before thrusting back with controlled force. Each thrust was calculated for the omega’s pleasure as much as his own.
Gríma completely lost control, his moans turning into frequent whimpers as Saruman set a faster, deeper rhythm inside her pussy. His body shook violently with each thrust from the Alpha, his breasts bouncing with every movement.
“Ah... ah, yes... more... more!” he begged, his voice breaking from the intensity of the pleasure. Gríma was completely beside himself; every time Saruman hit a specific spot inside him, his penis spurted more fluid.
“You're about to come for me,” Saruman stated with absolute certainty, feeling the growing spasms inside the servant. The alpha changed the angle of his thrusts to hit harder. His hips slammed against the servant's buttocks with a loud thud.
Gríma couldn’t hold back any longer. With a high-pitched, prolonged scream, his entire body contracted violently around the member, while jets of semen spurted from his small cock and splattered all over his belly.
Saruman watched Gríma’s orgasm with satisfaction, feeling his servant clench tightly around his member. The heat and moisture subsided inside the omega’s body as he lost himself completely in the climax.
“That’s exactly what I wanted to see,” the Alpha laughed amusedly, quickening his movements to enjoy the final waves of pleasure shaking Gríma’s body. Only then did Saruman allow his own pleasure to reach its peak. With a low, guttural grunt, he thrust one last time deep inside, reaching the womb and releasing his semen within.
The omega moaned softly as he felt the wizard come hot inside him this triggered a new wave of pleasure that made his lips tremble.
Saruman remained still for a moment, savoring the post-orgasmic sensation. His sweaty body partially covered Gríma’s, whose strength had completely drained away from the moment he was laid on the bed.
The silence in the room was only broken by their heavy breathing. Gradually, the Alpha began to withdraw slowly. The exit of his member caused one last tremor in Gríma, making him let out a satisfied sigh. Saruman got up from the bed and walked over to a basin of hot water he had left there earlier. He dipped a clean towel in the water to wash himself, then returned with another to clean Gríma’s body.
“You got quite tired on your first time,” Saruman remarked as he carefully dried the advisor’s pale skin.
Gríma could barely keep his eyes open, feeling his body relaxed yet sensitive after the intense experience. He lay on his back, his legs still spread apart, feeling Saruman wipe away every sticky trace from his skin.
“Thank you, my lord.” Gríma murmured his thanks in a weak voice, feeling very tired yet satisfied with the controlled heat.
Saruman smiled contentedly at the omega’s gratitude, finishing cleaning the relieved body. He covered Gríma with one of the heavy blankets from his bed, left the cloths in the corner, and lay down beside the pale figure on the dark sheets. His hand rested on the advisor’s flat stomach.
“You don’t need to thank me.” Saruman chuckled to himself as Gríma slept, exhausted, unaware of the surprise he would receive in a few weeks’ time.