edgeofglory | a u 。n a m e c u r s e d

The yank jostles him against the table, listening to the fabric rip with a soft whimper and a lurch in his gut. Stop tearing my clothes, he would say, but it's hardly the first time Melkor has torn his garments, and it certainly won't be the last.

"Is this a- punishment?" Breathless, despite that they haven't even started yet, and Mairon laughs nervously. "Surely it cannot have been all that bad-- ahh-"

It's different from being told don't move unless I say you can. It's different from trying not to move, it's.. being unable to do anything but wait for Melkor to devour him.

"--Master.."

And devour him Melkor will.

He grabbed Mairon's hips tightly to hold him in place as he moved away just slightly. He didn't answer right away as he kissed down Mairon's lower back, down to the curve of his ass. Of course he had to take a moment to admire the freckles dotting it before he spread those cheeks.

"You will get what you deserve, Mairon, have no doubt of that," he said simply before leaning down to tease around Mairon's entrance with his tongue. It wasn't often that he went down on Mairon but saved it for those times when wanted to make Mairon completely lose it. And with Mairon at his mercy like this, he would be able to feel it all while being unable to do anything about it.

"Master.." He shudders, shivering but unable to twist into or away from Melkor's lips, away from his touch. Muscles flutter in his stomach and clench involuntarily as he's bared to Melkor, spread so open, so easily. "What are you--?"

He can only describe the sound as a yelp, a pitched groan dragged against the table surface. Mairon feels his toes twitching, curling in the heat that erupts from where Melkor's tongue laves over his skin, over his hole. He doesn't see stars, but his vision hazes over for the briefest of moments, and all he can do is gasp and moan with each lick, each wet, probing lurch.

"Please-- please..!" And how much he wishes he could move, push back against Melkor's tongue, do more than just feel himself closing around it involuntarily.

Melkor knows Mairon isn't going anywhere but he still held Mairon's hip as he let his tongue explore, enjoying the sounds Mairon is making for him. The please is like music to his ears but he still takes his time as he seeks out those spots which makes Mairon make the most lovely sounds.

"Tell me what want, Mairon," he murmured before letting his tongue circle around Mairon's hole before slipping it in just slightly. He loved to tease Mairon like this, making him squirm and moan for him so delightfully.

Eventually he did move away though, looking down at Mairon as if considering what he would do to him next. The Maia was completely at his mercy and his cock was already hard just from the taste he had gotten.

Mairon isn't normally this vocal, this responsive, in the few times Melkor has done this to him (for him, one might say) before. Though normally he can move, he can bite down on something, he has other ways of showing just how much of an effect this is having on him. But he can't move now. He can't do anything to divert the surges of white hot pleasure except writhe in place.

And even then it's little more than twitching limbs, trying and straining but managing only a keening whine as Melkor's tongue digs inside, slick and burning and Mairon is gasping soundlessly like a fish taken out of water.

"Melkor--" he moans, trembling and unable to say much else in response to his master's prompt. It's hard (hah) enough holding himself together from falling apart with just this, to try not to let it show on his face too much. Even if it is his punishment, even if it's what Melkor wants to see, he's not going to let him see it so easily.

Melkor loves to hear Mairon moan for him and that is pleasing enough to keep going. He gave a low hum with his lips against Mairon's hole. He will keep going for a little bit at least, letting Mairon writhe helplessly in pleasure.

He pulled away after a moment with one last lick, taking in the sight of Mairon spread out before him on the table. "What is that Mairon, I cannot hear you," he teased as he reached around to lightly stroke Mairon's cock a couple times to feel how hard he was.

He plans to tease Mairon for as long as possible as part of the punishment but it's difficult to remain patient himself with Mairon looking so inviting. "You are going to have to speak out louder if you want something so badly."

The hum's vibrations send him into another tittering set of moans, head thumping dully against the table. By this point he can hardly move at all, even though his cock is able to twitch when Melkor strokes it, leaking helplessly in his master's hand.

"I--" Mairon whimpers. He's starting to understand what Melkor is trying to do now, and while on the best of days he'd enjoy a bit of teasing, he gets the feeling this one will last far, far longer than usual. And Mairon wants it to end as quickly as possible. Even if it means begging. "I am-- at your mercy, master. Please..."

The begging makes Melkor hum a little louder with pleasure. It was rare when Mairon would resort to begging and no doubt he wanted this to be over so he could move again but Melkor was going take his time, just a little while longer.

He let his tongue venture down, teasing the underside of Mairon's balls as his fingers grasped his cock. But he didn't linger long before he moved away so he could push a finger inside of Mairon slowly, wanting him to feel everything as he curled it, looking for just that spot that would make the Maia lose it.

Mairon groans and gasps through clenched teeth, feeling every muscle tighten and tremble, and he tries even harder to just make Melkor give in..

Instead, Mairon is the one on the verge of giving in, giving up, of handing himself over completely and utterly just like he always has, but.. further. His hips are trying to twitch away, closer, trying to rub against Melkor's hand and find some way to relieve the heat in his gut. Nothing moves.

"Please just take me," he whimpers, nearly sobbing, stuttering another moan around the finger inside him. How he would love this any other day, to be sent to such highs, teased until he's begging. "I beg of you, master--"

Melkor's finger finds that spot and he chokes out a cry, hot and damp against the table. Whining through his teeth, praying without words that Melkor won't keep him begging for much longer.

Oh that was what he liked to hear. To hear Mairon be reduced to begging was delicious and he gave a shudder, rubbing his finger so slowly against that spot. He had been delighted when he had found that there was a spot inside the Maia that made him moan and even beg him or more- something which the Vala was more than happy to exploit.

He eventually did withdraw his finger, giving a low moan at the sight of Mairon writhing against the table top. "Hm, how badly do you want me to take you?" he asked with amusement, trailing a hand down one of Mairon's thighs before slapping it hard. He was hard and aching, ready to take Mairon but this was too delightful.

"I want to hear you really beg for my cock, Mairon."

A wail chokes out of him, low and hoarse, shaking and all but convulsing at the slow, slow drag against that spot inside him. Sometimes he rues the day when Melkor first found out about it. And sometimes... sometimes he loves it.

And then he lets out a sharp cry, the smack ringing in his ears, muscles tensing visibly. It's too much. They've done all this before, at different times, but not- not all at once. It's too much.

"Funny," he laughs breathlessly, squirming. "I rather thought it was your cock begging for me."

Another slap and he cries out again, shaking on the surface of the table. He won't be able to hold on like this for much longer. He can't.

"I... I want you, master. I.. need-- I would--" Mairon moans as a flush rises to his face, still twitching and writhing, trying to move. "I would spread my legs for you, Melkor. Right here, like this. i want to spread myself for you. I want you to take me. Hard, fast, deep, Melkor, I want you to make me scream."

Another gasping breath, and he laughs again. Forever goading.

"..You never did manage to make me scream last time."

That is enough to make Melkor growl. He reaches up to slap Mairon's ass hard, leaving a red mark on the freckled skin to his satisfaction.

"Then that is what you will get, Mairon, I will make you scream until you're hoarse," Melkor snarled. He gave Mairon no warning before grabbing his thigh and shoving into him all the way, filling him up completely. He wasn't going to be gentle as he took Mairon hard, shoving as deep as he could go inside of him with a loud groan.

It felt so good, he couldn't control himself especially after how much he had teased Mairon before.

This time he can hardly manage a whimper, biting back a wordless sound as his back undulates minutely from the force of Melkor's most recent slap. If Melkor is already hard then Mairon is harder than he has ever been before, on edge and anticipating, eager and waiting.

"Yes," he gasps, and he is not disappointed. His hole is slicked but not stretched, and Melkor is shoving in too much, too fast, too deep

(just right)

Mairon shouts, screams, gasping in a potent mix of pain and blissful ecstasy, and comes far too quickly for his own liking. But Melkor doesn't stop, so neither does Mairon, whimpering and moaning as his master continues his assault. Yes, yes, please, Melkor, harder.

And whenever Melkor manages to hit that spot just right, Mairon lets out another hoarse scream, nails digging into the table as pressure builds again in his gut and threatens to spill again. Melkor is a blur in the corner of his eye, black and shrouded and beating hard against his backside, and Mairon wonders briefly what part of this was meant to be punishment.

Then another climax burns out of him and onto his leg, his vision goes white, and he thinks he knows.

"I can't-- master," Mairon chokes out, struggling to form slurred words. "Please, I can't.."

Edited (...unclosed tag and typos ffff) 2015-08-10 01:05 (UTC)

Finally.

Melkor was more than pleased to hear Mairon's screams. Even when he felt the Maia's orgasm, Melkor shoved in harder seeking that spot in way that made Mairon scream so delightfully.

"You can and you will." Melkor reached down to put his hand on the back of Mairon's neck to hold him in place even if the Maia couldn't move properly.

But he didn't stop, not until he's satisfied and spilling inside of Mairon with a loud groan and one last hard thrust.

If Mairon thinks that's the end of it, he would be very much mistaken. Melkor intends to keep Mairon where he is as long as the drug lasts in his system.

He leaned over to press a kiss against the back of Mairon's neck, still buried inside of him. "Do you believe you have been sufficiently punished, Mairon?"

His screams eventually die down to hoarse moaning, sobbing, words muttered and slurred wetly across the table. Fire burns at every inch of him, lightning spasming through and yet unable to even so much as twitch.

When Melkor holds him down by his neck, even if it's unnecessary, Mairon moans a desperate plea in Valarin. Yes, please, hold me down and fuck me- no, I can't, I can't.

He almost whines once Melkor is done and spilling inside him, quivering in the aftermath of convulsions from coming so many times in such a quick succession. Even with Melkor finished, Mairon is still dribbling onto the floor, twitching and clamping down on the cock still inside him.

"..That is not a- not a fair question, master.." He's tired, breathing shakily and more tired than ever before. Or it might just be a side effect of having muscle contractions despite not being able to actually move. "You would... punish me more. No matter what I say."

The utterances in Valarin just makes this more intense. The language is the tongue of the immortals, something shared to them. There is vibration in the words which resonate through both of them. To any mortal, the sound of Valarin is pain but to Melkor it makes him shudder.

"That I will," Melkor said with a laugh as he reached down to smack Mairon's ass while he was still buried inside of him. But he did pull out then, slowly as to enjoy the feeling of Mairon twitching around him. He enjoyed the sight for only a moment before he was bending over to grab something. He had prepared well for this evening and he picked up a toy- one which is black and bears spikes. He doesn't doubt that Mairon will be able to handle it- especially as slick as he no doubt is by now.

While the size of the toy doesn't compare to Melkor's own cock, it did provide some different sensations, something he was sure Mairon would appreciate as he straightened up with a smirk, making sure to hold it so Mairon could get a look at it from the corner of his eyes.

Mairon feels that resonance from Melkor's skin against his, from the cock inside him, adding just that much more to the sensations to draw out another whimper. And he yelps, reflexively trying to jump again from the slap to his backside.

He feels empty when Melkor pulls out, stretched too quickly, but despite the slight sound of disappointment he makes, it is a brief repose that he welcomes. It's time he can spend catching his breath, getting himself under control again... bracing himself for what Melkor has planned next. Hopes that it's over soon, that Melkor is too tired to continue.

So when Melkor straightens up out of the corner of his eyes, Mairon catches a glimpse of that... thing he's holding-- he moans, breathlessly, with a full-bodied shudder and a hushed oh, fuck.

"..I do not remember making that one for you, master." Certainly not with all those.. spikes. And the fear is evident in his eyes, even if it's mixed in with anticipation of the inevitable.

"That is because you did not. I made it for you." He said softly in Valarin but the power in his words was still there, breathed against the skin of his lower back before he pressed his lips against the dip in his back. It was almost affectionate

He sees the fear and anticipation but he only put the tip inside Mairon for a bit, letting him adjust for a moment. "Do you want to feel it all?" he taunted as he moved up Mairon, kissing up along his spine as he held the toy in place with amusement

He wanted Mairon to enjoy every moment of this and slowly he trailed a finger down to the toy, twisting it in place for a moment.

Edited 2015-08-28 08:45 (UTC)

The whisper of Valarin makes him choke on his breath, whimpering. Mairon is far too well accustomed to the feeling of the toys he makes on his own.. Melkor's. Melkor's are always. Different. More.

(Or maybe that's just because Melkor makes them to make Mairon lose his mind.)

"Y-yes," he wheezes out, clenching down around the tip of it, and knowing that won't convince Melkor to just shove it all in like it could if it was actual flesh and blood. It's solid, unfeeling, and it's driving him crazy already. He's already so sensitive there, it almost isn't fair. "Yes oh, Eru, Melkor, please--!"

The begging is what he loves. It's all too rare so when Mairon does beg, it's something special. He twisted the toy in Mairon a little, willing to give him a bit what he wanted as he suddenly shoved it in half way, letting Mairon enjoy that. The base of the toy had spikes, something to give Mairon something special which he could not wait to see how the Maia liked it.

"You must really need this if you are willing to swear to Eru," he teased as he kissed down Mairon's hip, loving how the Maia shuddered and squirmed. And with that he shoved the toy all the way in without warning, laughing against Mairon's skin.

He's making a silent vow to himself to withhold begging from Melkor for a hundred years after this. Until then he whines, moans, just enough control regained to arch his back. Mairon's legs draw up just a few inches, toes curling again. The stretch is less than Melkor's own cock, but the cold, cold hardness, the thick stiffness, unrelenting--

"Oh--" He fails to hold back another scream, trying his best not to clench down on the spikes around the base... and of course, unable to. "Melkor-- f-fuck, oh, that-"

Mairon's eyes are hazing over, pinpricks of white light spotting his vision every time the muscles of his walls shudder and contract over the base of the toy.

"--That feels good, Melkor." He considers himself for just a moment before gasping, loudly, and breathing out exultantly, and with a cheeky grin. "...Better than yours."

That's what Mairon thinks now but Melkor his his ways, he just has to find the breaking point where Mairon can't help but scream for him.

He laughed again, leaning down to kiss Mairon's thigh as he kept the toy in place. "Considering my cock doesn't have spikes, I won't take offense at that," he said as he twisted the toy inside of Mairon for his own amusement.

"Now how should I fuck you with this, that is the question," the Vala said, slowly withdrawing the toy and sliding it back inside Mairon. He could take his time or just fuck Mairon hard and raw with it. Either way seemed delightful- perhaps he would mix it up and see what he got from that.

Melkor can do his best. Mairon will do his to stay quiet. It's.. more fun for the both of them, that way.

For now he groans, both from the tingling of Melkor's lips on his thigh and the feeling of fullness that he so loves. Mairon gives another cry when the toy twists inside him, trailing off into a moan until he's out of breath.

"You could always- ahh-- add some.. to yours.." He shudders to imagine Melkor fucking him with a ridged, spiked cock, whether it would feel at all like this. How much he'd like to show Melkor just how much he's enjoying it with more than just moans and screams. "Fuck me like you always do."

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