The Colour of Submission

Where: Barad-Dur
When: Stroke of Midnight
Who : Sauron and his Nazgūl Captain.

Lord and Master, Eater of Worlds.

On your knees, forever on your knees. Slave, Lover, my rider of the storm.

I shall serve thee always, Lord of the Earth!

A world awaits your tender mercy, O Nazgūl. Do not disappoint them..or me.

May I perish if ever I fail my Lord.

What is the colour of Life, O Nazgūl, King?

(Sauron slowly trails long fingers down to his black clad crotch, already visibly bulging)

Black and Bottomless, my Lord.

(Sauron begins to remove his black armor, piece by piece, as the kneeling Nazgūl watches, hungry, aware )

What is the colour of Love, O Nazgūl, King?

(Sauron's eyes blaze up with vivid flames, obscuring the deep cobalt)

Red as fire, Crimson desire, my Lord.

What is the colour of Victory, O Nazgūl, Great King?

(Sauron goes to the Nazgūl , opens his undergarments of velvet, and frees his swollen cock, and it throbs before the Wraith's drooling frozen lips)

White as a star, shining far, my Lord.

And what is the colour of Submission, O Nazgūl, bane of the World?

(The Nazgūl takes Sauron's massive cock into his undead mouth, and nearly devours it, greedy, seething with lust)

This.

(Sauron's orgasm rumbles up like a volcanic cataclysm, his seed bursts forth, silver-gold, eruption without end)

*****YES.*****