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]

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."