a u 。n a m e c u r s e d - r e d u x

[lordof]

or overfucked, apparently

It isn't often that Mairon is afraid of his master. Yes, Melkor is strong and powerful and mighty, and his temper can be testy, more often than not. But Mairon has always known how to navigate it, how to rebuff it, how to stand against the storm.

Always.

Except this time. Even if he tells himself it was a justified revenge, so to speak... he also knows there's no reason Melkor won't act again. The Vala is a fiend.

Mairon draws his robes closer around him, adjusting the choice pieces of his armor that he always wears, and knocks on the door of the room that his master has summoned him to. There's no small amount of anticipation and.. fear coming from him.

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[lordof]

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.

[belegurth]

"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.

[lordof]

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--!"

[belegurth]

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.

[lordof]

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."

[belegurth]

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.

[lordof]

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."