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Echoing Light	By : TMFUSYWER Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 3131 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After throwing herself off of a cliff alongside Bolg, Tauriel found herself on the stone-cold ground below the flight of stairs, gasping for air and burdened with pain. She knew her death was inevitable. She welcomed it and embraced the grim reaper's sweet release as she didn't want to be in a world with so much pain.
Tauriel sensed the ground quaking beneath her, disturbing the small rocks around her, Bolg was closing in and she had no strength left. She closed her eyes and resigned to her fate. Yet, a thunderous crash shattered the sinister silence, grabbing her faint attention. She opened her eyes again to see what was happening but her vision was too blurry. She could see a slender figure with blonde hair walking up to her.
Bolg's attention diverted from Tauriel as Legolas challenged him, he vaulted over Tauriel and clashed his weapon with Legolas'.
Tauriel knew she was saved, though, she wasn't sure if she deserved it. Nevertheless, the sense of relief caused her adrenaline to dissipate and she slowly succumbed and fell into unconsciousness.
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Plagued by such exhaustion, even opening her eyes was a struggle for Tauriel. The pain she felt earlier wasn't any better, in fact, as the adrenaline subsided, it intensified. To her own surprise, she was still sprawled in the same spot. She had anticipated being rescued and taken somewhere safer. Struggling to get herself up into a sitting position, Tauriel clutched her head which was pulsating with pain. Her blurry vision still hindered her from seeing much of anything but she could still faintly hear the raging battle unfolding below the mountain and on top of it.
Tauriel managed to stand up through the persistent pain that was weighing her down. Despite the physical torment, she mustered the strength to ascend the stairs, determined to get back to where she had last seen Kili's body, wanting to be with him. The sight of his motionless body lying on the grimy floor struck her with a jolt of stark reality, taking away any possibility that this was a mere nightmare. Collapsing to her knees again, she crawled up to him, hugging him tightly, her tears cascading down in agonizing grief.
In an endless embrace with Kili's body, Tauriel clung to a fragile hope that he might awaken, her touch offering solace and warmth. Time ceased to mean anything to her and she didn't care for its passing. However, something else necessitated her attention. She reluctantly lifted her gaze and her senses sharpened instantly, revealing an imposing silhouette of a hulking figure amidst the ruins. She didn't stand up but her vision finally cleared up and she could see that wretched beast, Bolg. Standing a few meters away, he wore a smug grin, reveling in her anguish.
Amidst the destruction, a battle was raging not only on the battlefield around her but in Tauriel's mind as well, and she was torn. At that moment, the desire to escape the realm of the living nearly overshadowed any concern for her own demise at Bolg's hands. On the other hand, her unyielding pride refused to surrender, preventing her from meekly accepting her impending execution. Pride proved to be stronger, overpowering her anguish and igniting a flicker of determination. Despite her trembling body, a mixture of anger and fear, Tauriel slowly rose to her feet. Bolg already beat her before when she was still full of determination and energy, now, clutching nothing but a lone dagger, she faced the formidable foe. While Bolg seemed confident, still wielding his menacing mace. His grin only widened at the sight of the she-elf's resistance, enjoying the challenge she presented.
The odds were stacked against Tauriel, yet she didn't hesitate to charge Bolg first. Her speed and agility, though waning, still granted her a glimmer of hope. Bolg grinned maliciously, knowing he would face no obstacles in overpowering her again.
With a burst of energy, Tauriel lunged forward, her blade aiming to breach Bolg's formidable defenses. But Bolg, anticipating her every move, skillfully blocked her attacks with his armor or dodges.
Frustration gnawed at Tauriel as her attempts to strike Bolg's flesh celebrated little success. Yet, she refused to yield. Landing a swift hit on Bolg's abdomen, a surge of hope momentarily coursed through her veins. But Bolg, driven by his own determination, chose to retaliate.
Swinging his mighty mace, Bolg's strike sent shockwaves through the air. Tauriel just barely managed to duck under the first attack but it left her stumbling without any chance to retaliate, her fall was prevented by a collapsed wall behind her. Tauriel's instincts kicked in once again, allowing her to narrowly evade another crushing blow by instinctively throwing herself to the right. The force of the strike pulverized the unyielding stone where she had stood moments before. The sound of each missed blow reverberated in her ears, a reminder of the relentless power behind Bolg's attacks.
Overwhelmed by Bolg's speed, Tauriel found herself trapped in a dance of evasion, her chances to counter-attack slipping away. With every dodge, she could sense the thrill Bolg derived from her struggle, a twisted pleasure in his repulsive face.
In a desperate moment, Tauriel glimpsed an opening—a chance to pierce Bolg's thigh with her dagger. But Bolg, ever prepared, effortlessly leaped back, evading her strike with ease. In that same instant, he brought his mace crashing down upon Tauriel's arm, a wave of paralyzing pain surging through her entire being.
An agonizing scream tore through Tauriel's lips as her dagger was flung far into the ruins, her body trembling from the impact of Bolg's brutal strike. She fell to her knees, clutching her injured arm tightly, yet defiance still burned in her eyes.
With her final ounce of strength, Tauriel launched a sweeping swing, aiming to trip Bolg's feet and throw him off balance. However, her weariness had taken its toll, and the strike lacked the force to move him even a bit. Bolg only laughed at Tauriel's pathetic attempt. Not wanting to give up, she shifted her stance and tried to strike him in the crotch with her uninjured arm but Bolg swiftly intercepted her attack, his iron grip wrapping around her arm, stopping her punch.
Tauriel realized she had no moves or tricks left and Bolg knew it too. He harshly pulled her up from the kneeling position by the arm and then instead grabbed Tauriel's throat and lifted her off the ground effortlessly. She was in this position before but now, Tauriel had no power remaining within her to resist. With only one arm at her disposal, Tauriel's attempts to free herself were feeble and futile. Her kicks lacked the strength to push herself away from Bolg's clutches, leaving her trapped, gasping for air. She was sure he was going to stab her with the sharp end of his mace like he did with Kili.
With her eyes shut, she braced herself for the killing blow to come any second now but it never came. Confusion coursed through her as she contemplated Bolg's intentions. Was he prolonging her suffering, intending to choke her to death? The uncertainty urged her to open her eyes once more, revealing that Bolg's malicious grimace was gone and replaced with an unsettling leer, his eyes filled with lustful hunger, his tongue darting across his lips. Tauriel recoiled at the sight, repulsed at the malevolence, and tried to pull away even harder but after being choked for so long, even her remaining strength dissipated.
"Ugh... L-let me go, you wretched beast!" Tauriel managed to choke out, her voice strained, her words laced with both desperation and fear.
Bolg remained indifferent to her demands, relishing in her helplessness. Suspended in his grasp, she was a mere plaything to him. With a twisted satisfaction, he continued to prolong her torment, patiently waiting for her to exhaust the last remnants of her strength.
Time dragged on, and Tauriel's body grew weaker with each passing moment. Her gasps for air became shallower. Just as she was about to pass out, Bolg callously cast her aside, flinging her on the ground.
Tauriel's weakened state left her with little energy for anything beyond a cough. She just barely managed to roll over from her stomach onto her back to get a view of Bolg. The pain pulsating through her body served as a relentless reminder of her fragile condition.
With a slow crawl, Tauriel attempted to distance herself from the intimidating silhouette of Bolg. However, her feeble efforts were abruptly halted as he assertively planted his iron-clad boot upon her abdomen. Though he did not exert his full weight, the pressure applied felt unbearable as Tauriel's agonized cries escaped her lips.
As Tauriel's weak struggles subsided, Bolg promptly lifted his foot but denied Tauriel any time to rest. With a swift and forceful motion of his boot, he harshly kicked apart Tauriel's legs, ruthlessly spreading them apart. A sense of extreme violation and degradation immediately pulsated throughout her body.
Without a moment to comprehend the unfolding events, Bolg swiftly knelt between Tauriel's legs. Instinctively, she recoiled, attempting to distance herself from his presence. However, Bolg's movements were swift and calculated. Leaning in slightly, he seized her throat once more, his grip serving as an ironclad restraint that effectively hindered any further escape. Though he refrained from choking her this time, his firm hold rendered her powerless to evade his proximity anymore.
Tauriel was disturbed but still thought Bolg was just going to kill her, the thought of Bolg's true intentions hadn't even crossed her mind yet.
The trajectory of their encounter was about to shift dramatically, as Bolg's hand made its way towards the delicate edge of Tauriel's verdant tunic. With a sudden and forceful yank, he tore asunder the tunic, leaving her vest in tatters, suddenly she was bare-chested in front of Bolg's lustful gaze.
Screaming out in fear and surprise, Tauriel covered her breasts with her unharmed arm. She wasn't wearing any undergarments as it was restrictive to her agile movement in battle and her attire made of elven-cloth, leather, and fine linen allowed for maximum mobility and comfort.
In disbelief, Tauriel wasn't able to utter a single word as Bolg forcefully pushed her hand away and then leaned it and maliciously licked one of Tauriel's nipples. It didn't feel pleasant, Bolg's tongue felt rough, slimy, and rugged. Tauriel wanted to vomit at the sight of his repulsive figure so close and intimate to her body.
Soon after Bolg pulled away, leaving abhorrent residue saliva on Tauriel's breasts, grossing her out even more. He also let go of Tauriel's throat but she remained frozen in petrified horror. Bolg, driven by his vile intentions, proceeded to seize her leather pants firmly at the crotch, tearing them apart, and revealing Tauriel's most intimate parts.
"L-leave me alone, bastard!" She spat, finally managing to force her voice out of her body. Simultaneously, she tried to push away from Bolg again.
However, his reaction was swift and brutal—a punishing blow landed squarely on Tauriel's face, sending her reeling. The force of the impact nearly rendered her unconscious, her vision momentarily fading to black. At that moment, her remaining resistance crumbled, and she could no longer muster the strength to fight or even speak up.
Bolg unfastened his robust iron belt, discarding it with a forceful toss, revealing his unimaginably huge member.
Tauriel, still disoriented by the strike, looked down at her exposed chest and at Bolg causing her heart to sink. A dreadful realization began to take hold within her, though she resisted accepting it. Yet, at that moment, certainty washed over her, leaving no room for denial. His penis wasn't even erect yet and still, it looked like it could split her in half.
Shortly thereafter, Bolg began stroking his large cock and it quickly began hardening.
"J-just end it, please!" Her plea echoed through the air, though her voice carried a frailty that matched her weakened state.
He paid no heed to her words, instead, he circled his lips with his repulsive tongue again as he made sure to show Tauriel that his dick was ready.
"Kill me already!" Tauriel didn't back down.
"Shut up, foul She-elf, or I will make you!" Bolg growled.
Tauriel, intimidated by Bolg's deep and menacing snarl, didn't fight back.
Bolg grabbed his cock and then slowly started pushing it into Tauriel's cunt. She was so tight that he struggled to ram it in and Tauriel screamed in anger, fear, and pain. After several attempts, the head of his dick was finally in. It took no effort then to easily force the rest of his rod deep within her hole. Tauriel cried out louder in agony the deeper it entered.
The orc was no human, he wasn't going to be soft, considerate, pleasant, or mindful. Once he knew his cock was securely deep inside Tauriel's cunt, he began relentlessly raping her. He wasted no time, thrusting forcefully and tirelessly, driving himself as deep and fast as possible without pausing or slowing down. He grabbed both of Tauriel's legs and placed them on his shoulders to prevent her from moving away.
The She-elf couldn't do anything but scream in agony. Each attempt to protest was stifled, replaced by a chorus of screams that tore from her lips. Repeatedly, she strained to push away with her one arm but she never moved a bit with Bolg securely gripping her legs. She could only hope to pass out or be killed by his vile act.
Not only were her private parts being ravaged but as Bolg kept thrusting savagely into Tauriel's pussy, the jagged, iron plates embedded into Bolg's flesh were scraping, slicing, and cutting into Tauriel's thighs, inflicting more pain and suffering and intensifying her torment.
For the most part, Bolg kept his gaze fixated on Tauriel's face, his eyes filled with twisted pleasure but briefly looked down at her cunt to see it was significantly bleeding, which only sickeningly amused him more.
Tauriel relinquished her futile struggle against Bolg, realizing that each attempt only drained her remaining strength further. With the stark reality of her hopeless situation sinking in, she made a conscious decision to abandon any resistance and fully surrender herself to the inevitable. It didn't make the pain any less intense, even if she wanted to, she couldn't stop screaming, the pain was overwhelming her senses. She had no sense of time, it felt like he was fucking her for hours, though it surely couldn't have been that long. Clutching at the rocks surrounding her, Tauriel squeezed them with all her might, hoping to find even the slightest relief from the torment. While it provided a degree of assistance, the impact was barely discernible amidst the overwhelming pain she was enduring. At some point, she had hoped that Bolg would tire himself out, but he wasn't slowing down at all.
Bolg was groaning and growling throughout the entire ordeal but he was getting annoyed at the She-elf's endless, pathetic screams, so he decided to change positions. During, what was a small moment of insignificant relief for Tauriel, he took Tauriel's legs off his shoulders and spread them apart again. With his cock still deep inside her, he laid down on top of Tauriel's damaged, but soft and delicate body with all his weight which made her scream out again as the sharp plates deep inside of Bolg's chest and abdomen now pressed against Tauriel's tender, smooth skin and breasts. She wasn't allowed to scream for much longer as Bolg put both of his hands over Tauriel's mouth and nose, nearly silencing all of the sounds coming out of her. Bolg's smell was abhorrent even before, but now all she could inhale was the putrid scent of his hands.
Once the orc was content with his position on top of his plaything, he began thrusting again, still as forcefully as before. Tauriel let out a new wave of screams, straining her lungs. Any attempts to make Bolg stop were futile though, even her screams were now meek, blocked by Bolg's big palms. He would occasionally move his hands to Tauriel's throat to let her breathe but he never did it for too long.
Tauriel felt like her mind was melting away, her muffled screams grew weaker and weaker despite the pain being only more intense. Her brain was being deprived of oxygen and she expected to die any minute now. With Bolg's form pressed against her own, the armor embedded in his chest was now cutting and ravaging her entire body, it looked like a bloodbath.
Finally, after several more minutes of relentless fucking, it was too much for Tauriel's senses and she drifted into unconsciousness. Bolg did not care for that. He continued destroying Tauriel's figure just as brutally as before. But now he didn't have to bother with covering her mouth, instead, he began licking her face and the inside of her mouth, probing every little corner.
He growled and groaned louder and louder as he was getting closer to an orgasm, he also started thrusting even harder, as if he wasn't tired at all. Tauriel was lucky that she wasn't present for any of it. As he finally climaxed deep inside of her cunt, he released a loud and powerful groan out of his lungs. After that, Bolg briefly collapsed onto Tauriel's motionless body, further plunging his sharp armor into her flesh.
His senses quickly sharpened as he stood up and heard approaching Dwarf-scum. During the playtime with his prey, he didn't pay any attention to the battle around him, he didn't know how the battle unraveled and if Azog survived. But he knew he had to retreat. He put on his robust belt, hiding his, now, flaccid cock, and then took a long look at the toy below him. Her cunt was just as bloody as the rest of her body.
"Hmpf... Pathetic elf-scum." He mumbled to himself. "I'm not done with you."
Bolg never felt such pride and dominance over someone else. He had killed countless humans, elves, and dwarves, yet this felt different. He invaded, degraded, humiliated, and defiled everything that was sacred to this elf. He didn't plan on leaving the toy that brought him that feeling behind. He carelessly slapped Tauriel's face a few times to see if she would wake up and when she hasn't, he grinned and effortlessly picked her destroyed body up and threw it over his shoulder. Tauriel still had some of her clothing left but it was mostly torn apart now, only rags were left. As the dwarves were getting closer, he grabbed his mace in his other hand and made haste, out of the ruins and off the battlefield, leaving a bloody trace of Tauriel's defeat in his steps.
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